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unfoldedstories​:

Exactly, [She grins] you gotta get someone who can cuddle you after nearly killing you. Perfectly balanced. [Then a laugh follows suit with Lusts’] It really is, imagine if the nuns from my childhood could see me now. Not that they even made much of a difference back then. Even so, for any type of lover I look for such qualifications. Monster or not.

Ah, yes. The perfect balance. [They rest their cheek in their hand and gentle swish the contents of their glass with the other] Would they be appalled by just the monster thing, or would they be equally concerned you’re hanging out with an avatar of Lust? [They grin] Same here. Then again, anyone could have figured that out about me. It’s at least half of my personality.

#unfoldedstories #c; lust #ic

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unfoldedstories​:

[Rosalie sort of tilts her head in thought] I see… okay, I can understand your point. [The direct eye contact throws her for a second, but she maintains it while nodding her head] A fair choice. Sometimes it’s nice to have someone care for you in every way. [Rosalie takes another sip as she muses over her answer] I’m not too sure, I do love the softness of the Yeti… but, sometimes I just want Bigfoot. Consequences be damned.

[Lust nods] Absolutely. Sometimes, you just want to be held. [They lean back and sip their wine] Good point. Having a wilder partner in bed can be quite a treat if you’re in the mood for it. [Then they laugh]  It’s nice that we can talk so openly about our preferred monster partner.

#unfoldedstories #c; lust #ic

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unfoldedstories​:

[She nods her head in thought at the idea] Mhm, I think you’re totally right on that. Both would be pretty wild but the Yeti would be softer of the two. [She looks to Lust more directly, raising an eyebrow] Who would you prefer? The Yeti or Bigfoot?

[They hold up a finger] I never said Yeti would get wild. He’s worried about his lover’s wellbeing more than his own desires. A big softie, in my opinion. That being said... [They take another sip of wine and makes direct eye contact with Rosalie] Yeti. I’m a sucker for the big softies. I’d take both if I had the option though. You?

#unfoldedstories #c; lust #ic

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Definitely, though I think Bigfoot is more likely to get more wild in bed once he’s more comfortable and certain his lover won’t mind a little pain. [They sip some of their wine] That’s a good point though. Being in the cold with the Yeti is a big factor here. He’ll warm you right up in every way. [They wink]

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You think bigfoot would be the same? Both of them are gentle giant recluses, the only difference is the Yeti can keep you toasty warm after. [Rosalie takes a sip of some wine] But, I think if you’re not a fan of sweating a lot, then it may not be very comfortable.

#unfoldedstories #c; lust #ic

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I think the Yeti would be a tender lover. (from Rosalie to anyone you want bb)

starters from my discord gc

Honestly, so do I. [Lust rests their cheek in their hand with a little smirk] A gentle giant who's living in the mountains as a recluse? He's probably worried he'd hurt his lover and keep things sweet in bed.

#unfoldedstories #c; lust #ic #if you're gonna discuss being a tender lover it's gotta be lust #it's the rule

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shit my discord group has said but as starters

Maybe they should evolve like the rest of us.

Are you even diverse if you don’t speak also speak Russian?

I’m an Aquarius, and I say that it is now a water sign. I am the authority on it.

I like ‘em firm.

I think the Yeti would be a tender lover.

Like, I’m not gonna click them, but for once I would like the horny grannies in my area to be horny for me.

Did you put a whole bag of jellybeans up your ass?

Take off your eyebrows and be humble for once, [name].

I was gonna word vomit to [name] “good now I know what to scream at night,” but then my brain was like “hey, that’s inappropriate.”

I recently discovered the magic of toasting bagels.

We will singlehandedly lick through EVERY SALT LAMP IN THE WORLD!!!!

#;starters #i miss my sins :pleadingface: #and lucifer i guess

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he’s an irredeemable villain to you. he’s my special little princess though

#me with half of this blog LMAO #esp wrath he's my special little princess uwu

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“There is nothing going on to begin with.” What an odd and slightly intrusive thing for Wrath to say. If this is about the matter with Kyle, that is over and finished. And he surely is not so thoughtless as to presume that he knows about anything else going on in Lilli’s life right now. At least she would certainly like to think this is the case.

“And you should be sorry. I never see you,” Lilli chides, turning back to the stove to grab the tea kettle for emptying. “And the only time I do see you is apparently when an interrogation is warranted.” About things that have nothing to do with Wrath. Not to her mind, anyway.

“You know, I would like a visit just to say hello. Is it so bad? The idea that we might try to be friends?”

“No, I mean— like, the...” He trails off, and his voice gets a bit quieter. He averts his gaze and realizes he probably sounds stupid without context. He doesn’t want to worry Lilli by telling her, either. “The bad mood.”

While Lilli chastises him for visiting only because he wishes to “interrogate” her, Wrath frets over the situation. If his influence is really rubbing off on Kyle, what are they going to do now? Fuck, and being around Lilli probably isn’t helping her in the slightest.

He swallows again and shakes his head. “No, no It’s not. You’re right. I’m sorry.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; wrath #ic

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“Ah, yes, how could I forget. Certainly not as preferable as Australian attention or even American.” 

The mind Wrath reads is a direct contrast to Lilli’s subdued and slightly curt, demeanor. Her thoughts swirl with plans of things to be done around the household, for work, and even for church. When she can do this, can she schedule some time to do that, she needs to call Ludwig and she really should visit Gilbert soon to make sure he hasn’t fallen into one of his depressive episodes and been neglectful of his health as a result. 

However, underneath all of that is a slight tinge of…something. Something Lilli herself does not even recognize or know is there. Something that has made her irritable, more prone to snapping when pressed, that’s been lingering ever since that day with Kyle. She has been excusing it as perhaps being a bit too tired and stretched thin without even realizing its existence.

“Well?” Lilli asks after an unusually long silence from the sin. “Do you have anything more to say or are you just going to stand in my kitchen?”

Wrath wrinkles his nose. “That’s different, and you know it.” Getting attention from a romantic partner is nothing like getting attention from a city full of demons.

It’s almost hard to see through all of the worrisome swirl of thoughts that seems to flitter about like a summer breeze, but he sees it there. While she can’t place what this lingering is, he can, and it causes him to tense up. It’s his own, wrathful influence. It doesn’t make ay sense since it was since she was hanging out with Kyle, so why—

Any annoyance Wrath feels towards Lilli due to her current state washes away almost immediately, and it turns to worry. Oh, no. 

"Whatever’s going on will wear itself out,” he says. His chest and throat feel tight. He can’t actually have nice things, can he? Not without a fucking catch. He swallows as if to open a bit of space up in his throat just to speak. His expression is unreadable. “I’m really sorry about all of this.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; wrath #ic

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“Thank you for your concern. However, I am doing perfectly well. You may report as such to Kyle since he is apparently just as concerned for my wellbeing.” So this is not a social call. Lilli should have known better than to think Wrath would come without a motive. 

“Do you want to know what happened? He asked me to say a word that he knows would be difficult for me to pronounce. For laughs, I suppose. Perhaps that is how Australian friends behave with one another. They are able to laugh at themselves and one another when their flaws are pointed out.” 

“He was trying to get a rile out of me and he got it. That is what happened. You can take that back to Dis and do with it what you please for all I care. Now, is that all or do you have more to ask of me?”

Wrath watches as she explains what happened in greater detail, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. Kyle always teases people. His first thought is that maybe Lilli was already annoyed and got upset when Kyle teased her over something as simple as a word.

But something still doesn’t add up. 

He hesitates to actually use his abilities—feels like cheating, in some respects—but desperate times call for desperate measures. Instead of pressing her and potentially making her feel even angrier, he decides to take a dive into her head and read her mind instead.

He maintains a straight face and gives her a small frown. “I don’t really frequent Dis,” he says. “Too much attention.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; wrath #ic

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“If I had any fear of that, I would have cautioned you from appearing in my home long ago.” As it stands, Lilli has nothing she’d like to hide away. “It is rude to ignore someone’s request when it regards their own home. I would never presume so much in Dis.” 

Lilli hums, glad to hear that Wrath has been doing well at least. He’s suffered a whole lot of Not Well At All in his life. She supposes it’s time some of the good in the world came around to him. He’s more than waited his turn. 

Although, when Wrath insists upon bringing up that, suddenly she wishes a little less kindness on him. And no tea. She flips off the stove almost immediately before answering. “And what?” There is no point in denying what happened. He clearly knows. “What? Are you here to defend your boyfriend? Threaten me on his behalf? You can save that because Kyle is more than capable of defending himself, thank you.” 

Wrath makes a face. “Dis is an entire city, and Pride loves the attention. Of course it wouldn’t matter if you had an invite or not.” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “That’s not what I’m here about anyway.”

He lowers his hand from his face and crosses his arms over his chest. “No,” he says. “Because you’re right. Kyle can handle himself. I’m more worried about you since the behavior is...” He pauses to think of the right word. “... irregular. You don’t seem possessed, so we can mark that off the list. Did Kyle ask me to check up on you? Yeah, but I was planning on doing so myself when I heard what happened.”

His expression softens. “You’ve never been really keen for violence before, as far as I can tell. You didn’t want me to do anything to the guys who took that painting and deserved the smackdown, for fuck’s sake. And now it almost seems like you’ve had some kind of influence a wrathful demon without being around one. I just wanna get to the bottom of what happened.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; wrath #ic

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It’s unusual for Thomas to rest at night, so he takes the opportunity to do so and rests in his quarters. He’s jolted awake by the sudden sounds of the ship being hit by something. Dazed and confused, he gets up and swings the door open to see that the ship is under attack by pirates. He’s never had to deal with pirates before, but there’s a first time for everything.

He grabs his sword from his belongings and joins the fray. He’s extra careful with his movements to avoid his clothes getting cut, since he didn’t have the time to get into his Joker garb, but he knows how to be precise with a blade. A self-trained assassin like him knows where to hit.

Thomas almost doesn’t process that he’s being called, but then he realizes Kylan is calling out his alias and looks over briefly. “What? I’m kind of busy here!” he says. He punctuates his statement with slicing an incoming pirate’s head off.

Starter for @semperinfernales

It’s night-time, the moon engorged with light, and most of the crew is asleep while the pirates stealthily close in.  Their ship slices through the calm ocean water without a sound, the heavy fog concealing their approach.  The designated look-out, trying not to dose off in the crow’s nest, barely has enough time to startle to attention before the first canon-ball is shot into the ship’s wooden bowels.

Kyle wakes with a start, along with the rest of the crew.  It only takes a second before he clues on to what’s happening.  He’s all too familiar with the concept of a pirate’s raid–perhaps uncomfortably familiar.      ‘All hands on deck!’ Kylan yells as he leaps from his hammock, other men scrambling around him.  ‘To arms!’

Pirates have already boarded the ship by the time Kylan makes it out of the main sleeping quarters, sword in hand.  He scans the situation: the enemy ship is parallel with their own, close enough where a reasonably fit man could probably jump between them if so desired.  Several fights have broken out, men cursing and yelling as steel clashes against steel and blades hack through flesh.      Kylan runs into action, first kicking down one of the planks being used as a crude bridge between the ships.  He follows that by stabbing an advancing pirate in the gut, then pushing him overboard.      ‘Alexander!’ Kylan calls out.  He can’t see him in the chaos, dark, and fog, but the bastard is needed for a plan.

#historicalveins #c; wrath #v; house of cards #ic

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historicalveins​:

‘Uh-huh,’ Kylan says, unconvinced.  He’s still wearing a cocky smirk, unable to shake the thought that maskless, tipsy, flustered, annoyed Alexander is honestly cute as hell.  ‘I reckon you need some alone time before we set sail.  Why don’t’cha have a sit down n’ cool off while the men finish loading the ship, ey?  We’ll need all hands on deck soon enough, I’m sure.’

Thomas rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever.”

He drinks down the rest of the rum and tries to ignore how attractive that stupid, smug smirk makes Kylan look. It must be the alcohol talking for him to even have that thought, he thinks. Rum is stronger than he’d thought it’d be. He places the empty bottle aside and pauses to think about where he can go “cool off.” He settles on a box by the front of the boat and flips Kylan off before going to sit on it and letting the ocean breeze cool him off.

#historicalveins #c; wrath #v; house of cards #ic

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“I would argue it is even more mannerless to ignore repeatedly what a friend says. Then again, what do I know for manners?” She has only spent centuries being schooled in etiquette and presentation.

Lilli waves a hand, indicating to Wrath that he should follow her into the kitchen where she puts some water for tea on the stove. He can materialize tea just fine, she knows, but it is decidedly more mannerly to make it herself. His question stops her in her tracks and she looks over at him with a frown on her lips.

“I am well,” she answers firmly, not much caring for the way Wrath phrased his question, “Thank you. And yourself?”

Wrath raises a brow when she claims ignoring her request to just let himself into her house is rude. “Is it really that rude that I wouldn’t want to walk in on something you’d rather me not see? Is it like... a nation thing to not really give a shit about privacy?”

He sighs and follows her into the kitchen. “Then why do I get the feeling you’re not fine?” he says. He hooks his thumbs into his pockets and watches her at the stove. “I’ve been doing real well. Things are good.” Almost too good, he worries, but he isn’t here to think about that.

“I’ll cut to the chase. This is a vibe check, Lilli, and your vibe’s off.” He leans his side against one of the counters. “Heard you had an episode over a word recently, which ain’t exactly like you. Figured I’d come check up on you.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; wrath #ic

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lilli-of-the-mountain​:

“He is a very sweet demon. And very kind.” A slow smile spreads across Lilli’s lips while she sings Peter’s praises. She would only dare to sing Peter’s praises in front of Pride, however. That seems far more excusable than, say, Envy’s. “He treats me very well. If he shows half as much dedication to Gluttony as he shows to me, well, she is very lucky to have such an assistant at her side.”

Challenges. Ah, yes. The mention of that is enough to make Lilli’s smile melt away and she purses her lips. “Are you thinking, perhaps, of Jordan and Lucifer? I still do not understand why those two could not make it work.” A tragedy Lilli mourns to this day.

Pride nods and takes another sip of her drink as she listens. “I’ve heard nothing but good things from Gluttony, so it doesn’t surprise me to hear the same from you.” She’s noticed that demons from rings higher up in Hell tend to be nicer than those below, and it makes plenty of sense to her considering the sins that landed them in those parts of Hell.

The mention of Jordan makes Pride wrinkle her nose, but is passes as quickly as it arrives. “Initially, I wasn’t, but that is also a comparable pairing. I was referring to Wrath and his multiple attempts at it.” She chuckles. “It’s been a rollercoaster that the rest of Hell got to watch.”

#lilliofthemountain #c; price #ic

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historicalveins​:

Kyle smiles sheepishly.  ‘I was thinking of something far filthier, not gonna lie.  But maybe that’s ‘cause you were the one doing the possessing n’ I’m biased as fuck.’

Wrath laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, nah. I wouldn’t do something like that while possessing somebody.” He places a kiss on Kyle’s jawline. “I like being present as myself for that kind of stuff anyway.”

#historicalveins #c; wrath #ic

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PLEASE write more angel poetry.

notes from the antichrist’s guardian angel

You think he’d be born with a forked tongue,a pentagram etched under his sweet new skin—some signthat this child was conceived with the End in mind.But no. He had ten fingers and jaundice,woke his mother up with screaming (hunger,that original sin) and burbled in the sun. The hornsand fire never showed, only fine dark hair,flat teeth he later lost. He cried when he skinnedhis knees—the cats they found years later in a ditchwere some other boy’s lack of love.

                                                  In the endhe studied literature, defacing the margins of Paradise Lost with drawings of other things fallen,apples and himself, Babel. He liked the poetry though—the way it pierced from under the skin like fishhooks, silver-bright and swallowed. He liked dangling the hook.(He had no taste for fish, which might have been the problem.)You were asleep like Peter in the garden when he found the verses to absolve himself.

That was the beginning.

(he screamed, when the universe came apartunder his hands. He hadn’t actually believed it could.)

after it had all gone quiet again, he asked, why meof all the sons of bitches who sucked dirtand said grace why—

                              why not? god answered, not out of the whirlwind but the taxi shared down to that lake of fire. I only have three sons in this cosmic Maury show. The Good Son,the Bad, and you. My little bruise, a dooron fire. You’re the one I made for myself. You’re the one I get to keep.

#thanks it's 10am and im cryin #this is beautiful even out of context with the antichrist on this blog fuck #idek how to tag this #;inspo #that'll work for now