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savstaroth · 27 days
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I know I haven't been much active lately, and it might still be some time before I come back to roleplaying. Jobb searching takes up all my time currently.
Today has also been one of the worst days of my life. My dog Quila got sick over easter, and I took her to the vet today. It turned out that she had a massive uterine infection. I couldn't afford the surgery even with insurance, so I decided to put her to sleep.
She was 9.5 years old and I had her for over 8 years. She was my best friend. I miss her so much, but at least she isn't in pain anymore.
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savstaroth · 6 months
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Go to a party they said It will be fun, they said.
Well, the party was fun. but practically everybody got sick
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savstaroth · 6 months
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Måns returned the kiss and grinned when he heard the demand. "You're so needy." He allowed Velraen to guide his hand down and closed his fingers around the elf's cock. He stroked him to full hardness and bit his shoulder. Måns preferred being on the bottom, but he didn't mind topping once in a while. He rubbed the tip of Velraen's cock teasingly. "If you want my cock, you better not come. I want you to pound me into the mattress later." He reached for the grease they used for lubrication and scooped up a generous dollop. "On your knees."
"I was thinking about ripping their guts out." And watch the entrails spill out on the floor while the men desperately tried to keep the slippery intestines inside with their hands before certain death. It was a favorite when time and place allowed it.
Velraen was unable to relax at first. While Måns' touch felt nice he was still tense, and focused on getting his black hair clean. Without a word he moved to sit between Måns' legs and leaned back with a deep sigh and closed his eyes. Tension slowly left him. "Mhm."
He smiled softly, fingertips brushing against Måns' forearm. "Know what would make me feel even better?" He turned his head to kiss Måns slowly but firmly. His desires had changed on a dime. "Your hard cock pounding my ass and coming in me." It wasn't like he always topped anyway, but it also wasn't what he had implied at the table. He grinned for a second, grabbed the forearm to guide the hand down to his crotch. "Do it." A borderline aggressive demand.
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savstaroth · 6 months
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It had taken only a moment to have the bath water delivered to their room, and after getting the temperature to his liking, Måns undressed and slipped into the huge tub with a content sigh. The heat soaked into his tired bones and relaxed sore and stiff muscles. He washed away the dirt and grime before leaning back to relax. He realized he had dozed off when the door opened and Velraen finally entered. He yawned widely and sat up, taking note that there was indeed no fresh blood in the elf, nor any new wounds. "Good boy. I am sure it took all you had not to slit their throats." Once the elf had settled in the water, Måns reached for the soap and a coarse washcloth. With an almost loving tenderness, he started to wash the dirt and blood off of Velraen's body. At the same time, he massaged away any knots and tensions he found. Afterwards he coaxed Velraen to sit between his legs and lean back against his chest. He put his arms around him and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. "Do you feel better now?"
Velraen held Måns' gaze, not moving a muscle at the suggestion. Only the elongated pupils widened a bit. "I'll think of something." Several somethings that he already had in mind and would definitely keep Måns awake.
He only hummed when Måns was about to leave, but the finger in his chest made him glare up at the boy. "Fine. As long as they leave me alone. Now go." He waved him off. While it didn't take long for Velraen to finish his food, he took a few minutes to sit by himself with a refilled ale. Eventually, he got up. A silent dick-measuring contest ensued all the way from the table and to the stairs between him and the three men, all of them glaring without saying a word. Velraen's upper lip curled in a snarl, flashing the large canines.
He was already halfway out of the cuirass when he entered the room. "No one died." The armor landed on the floor with a thud, quickly followed by his shirt. He unbuckled the trousers on the way over to Måns in the bath. With a somewhat whiny grunt, he freed himself of the rest of the clothes and sat down close to Måns in the water.
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savstaroth · 6 months
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Måns paused and stared into Velraen's eyes. He let out a huff and rolled his eyes. "Maybe I am." He then leaned forward himself and gave the elf a lewd smile. "Unless you give me a very good reason to stay awake a bit longer." He was rarely too tired for what Velraen had in mind.
He then became serious. He knew of Velraen's assassinations, but he had never been an active part of one. Could he do it? Was he capable of killing humans? In defense, sure, but in cold blood and for money? On the other hand, humans could be as much monsters as the actual monsters. Was there really as much of a difference? "Yeah. Money is money, right?" He said it with more bravado than he felt. He finished his food quickly and stood up. "I'll go and see about bathwater. See you upstairs." He then gave the elf a hard poke in the chest and a warning glare. "If I hear that you've messed with those men, you're sleeping on the floor tonight. Behave."
Velraen continued to stuff his face between his own words and Måns'. He snorted at the thought of training today - absolutely not. That could wait for another day or two. He leaned closer over the table. "Surely you're not going straight to sleep." Hehe. There was a bed and Velraen intended to make full use of it.
He shrugged. "Always someone wanting another one gone." If not monsters, then other people they were too cowardly to deal with themselves. "Pray for a simple hit for once. Easy money." He said it like it was nothing. While in the company of Måns, he had barely performed any assassinations. Unsure of exactly why. The focus had simply been elsewhere, or rather a lack of focus when the dh'oine craved his attention.
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savstaroth · 6 months
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Måns noticed the look and raised an eyebrow. "What? I'm eating it." It didn't mean that he had to like it. He knew that he was a bit childish and spoilt, but it was hard not to be when he was used to better. he started shoveling in food at a faster pace, barely chewing before he swallowed. The first few bites had woken his appetite and he was rather hungry. "I hope you mean that we start training tomorrow", he replied with a scowl. "Don't know about you but I'm exhausted. I just want to get a long, hot soak and go to sleep." If Velraen forced him to train today he was guaranteed to fall. He took a few more bites. "Do you think these people have a job for us?"
Velraen grumbled something inaudible at the tap on his boot. It was difficult to ignore when he could hear every conversation in the inn, no matter if he wanted to eavesdrop or not. But if he wanted to have a bed to sleep in, he had no other choice. "Thaess aep." He smiled, amused. In truth he had already tried to sell Måns once. Velraen ended up changing his mind and took the boy back, but would never confess it to anyone.
Måns wasn't happy with the food. The aristocracy had not been beaten or starved out of the boy yet despite the time spent on the Path. Velraen quirked an eyebrow, expected a complaint that never came. The dramatic breath was enough anyway to make Velraen squint at him.
"It's time you work on your balance. Get up on a tightrope. Or whatever's available." Velraen had focused on teaching Måns how to fight - or rather how to not get killed - since he could not keep an eye on him 24/7 and the roads were dangerous. It had been stressful trying to keep another person alive other than himself. "We're gonna need more money soon, though." Stressful, and expensive.
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savstaroth · 6 months
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reblog this if you're okay with pre-established relationships in threads with new partners and muses
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savstaroth · 6 months
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Måns rolled his eyes. "Oh ye of little faith." He was quite certain that he would have been able to down two of them, at least. He glanced over at the men and lightly tapped Velraen's boot with the toe of his own. "Ignore them. They most likely won't bother us anymore." Måns smiled back fondly and shook his head when Velraen threatened to sell him. "No, you wouldn't. You can't sell your destiny. You're stuck with me."
He sighed when the food arrived and picked up his fork. He was just as hungry as the elf, but this wasn't anything close to the food he grew up with. It was bland and low quality in comparison. Still, it was food, and he had learned the hard way that he had to eat when he had the chance. He took a deep breath and started eating. It wasn't too bad, but it wasn't the perfectly cooked venison and steamed vegetables he longed for. More than anything, however, he just wanted a hot bath and sleep. He looked up when he heard the unexpected praise and swallowed before he spoke. He still remembered his manners. "Of course. I'd be a great witcher." He was secretly pleased to hear that he'd been doing good, but tried not to show it.
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savstaroth · 7 months
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Måns scoffed. "Please. They couldn't have killed me if they tried." He gave Velraen a small smile over the rim of his own mug. "You've trained me too well and you know it." Alright, maybe he would've been in a spot of trouble if the three assholes had decided to attack at once, but he knew the type. With enough ice-cold 'I'm gonna fuck you up!'-energy, most men like that would back off. Nobody messed with Måns' witcher. Not on his watch. He drank deep of his own ale and put the mug down. "Besides, you would've had my back. Those three wouldn't have stood a chance against the two of us."
"I had it under control. You didn't need to do that," Velraen grumbled into the metal mug and took a swig of the ale. Three troublemakers at the inn had expressed their disdain of Velraen's "kind" - they didn't specify if they meant elves or witchers. His new ward had, to Velraen's surprise, stepped in front of him and told them to fuck off, and stopped the situation to escalate further. "Lucky they didn't kill you." Lucky Velraen didn't kill him. It was embarrassing to have a child do that for you. @savstaroth
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savstaroth · 10 months
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When you have four friends over for the weekend and get so mentally exhausted that it takes you three days to work up enough energy to do the dishes
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savstaroth · 10 months
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I'm rewatching outlander and I kinda want to start RPing Jamie
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savstaroth · 10 months
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Lucifer enjoyed watching the cardinal squirm. He always found it amusing when his priests were scared of him, as they should. He just sometimes wished that they had a bit more backbone. He raised an eyebrow at being called dude, and his eyes glowed a bit more intensely, but he let it slide this once. "Yes, it's about the ghouls." Lucifer slowly circled Copia as he looked him up and down. "I was surprised when you were chosen as front man for the band, and even more surprised when ghouls chose you when you're just a cardinal. I want to know why." He stopped in front of Copia again and stared at him for a second before he grinned and gave the man a jovial slap on the shoulder. "For Hell's sake, lighten up. You don't have to squirm like that."
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He was there for him?! hearing that made his eyes even wider in surprise and concern. Why would the devil come to him already? He wasn’t ready for it, he hadn’t prepared whatever he needed to prepare for such a visit. Well, that explained the clean-cut human look but not why he was actually there.
Copia more or less stumbled to his feet in haste and found himself in a situation where he did not know what to really do with himself so he just waited. Out of respect and perhaps a bit of nerve he didn’t look right at him, but the words spoken were somewhat confusing and at the same time a little bit of an ego boost. He was special enough to call upon the Devil’s attention? To be honest he had no clue what he was actually talking about but it had to be something big since he’d come here himself.
His mouth opened and closed but nothing but incoherent sounds came out as he tried to find an answer to his questions. A string of “I - I - I-” and nothing more. But he fell silent again when he stared at him like that. The cardinal looked back, unblinking for just a few seconds before he had to look away. Eye contact was weird and uncomfortable and it was only for so long that he could manage it without feeling like he needed to crawl out of his own skin. But then to try and keep eye contact with the Devil himself? What mortal man could possibly be comfortable with doing that? “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dude,” he said. Great, he’d just called the darkest of lords ‘dude’. Perhaps he was a bit special. He was already fronting the band project and he already had his ghouls, new ones and the ones he’d basically been ‘handed down’ from the previous Papa.
“Is it - uh - is it about the ghouls?” he asked and glanced at him for a moment as if he was guessing the answer on a quiz he hadn’t studied for.
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savstaroth · 10 months
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aftercare centered hc q’s 
{ touch } : how sensitive is your muse’s body after sex? 
{ laugh } : does your muse tend to crack jokes after sex? 
{ weep } : does your muse tend to get emotional after sex? 
{ smooch } : does your muse like being kissed after sex? Gentle kisses or quick playful pecks? 
{ bruise } : how does your muse tend to small, sex-related injuries on themselves or their partner?
{ out } : does your muse like to go on a date / go for a walk with their partner after sex as part of aftercare?
{ rest } : does your muse need to sleep after sex? do they like sleeping next to their partner as aftercare?
{ praise } : does your muse like being praised after sex? what praises especially help them through aftercare? 
{ alone } : does your muse want to spend time with their partner directly after sex? or do they need a little while to themselves to process?
{ snacks } : what food does your muse crave post sex? do they keep it by the bed, read to go after sex? would they cook for their partner? 
{ cuddle } : does your muse crave physical affection after sex? how long of a cuddle does it take for them to start coming down? do they need gentler cuddles or tight, squishing snuggles?
{ discuss } : how long after sex does your muse like to discuss it with their partner, as in kinks they enjoyed or aspects they’d rather not try again? do they find these discussions challenging? 
{ bath } : does your muse prefer to shower or bathe after sex? do they want their partner in the bathroom with them/ bathing with them? do they use any special or scented soaps as part of their aftercare routine?
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savstaroth · 10 months
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No, it wasn't often that Lucifer visited a mere cardinal of his church, but this one had caught his attention. He was special. He appeared right before the man and stared at him coldly as he rode toward him on his oversized tricycle. A small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth when Copia was forced to come to a halt in front of him, and he fixed the little man with flinty eyes that glowed dark red.
"I'm not looking for Papa", he said. "I am here for you." He noticed the looks he was given and smiled slightly. "I guess you wonder why I don't look more diabolical? I'm not here on official business. I simply don't want my presence here to be readily known." He took a step closer and signaled for Copia to get off that stupid bike and stand up. He could really feel how nervous the cardinal was. "I have been keeping an eye on you for some time. There is something about you I can't put my finger on, and I need to know what it is." Lucifer gave Copa a penetrating stare and leaned in closer to look him deep in the eyes. "What makes you so fucking special?"
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Starter for @savstaroth
It was a known fact that Lucifer himself came to visit the Papas at least once. Or so he had been told by Secondo and some siblings of sin but there was also a rather big chance that they were only messing with him. Well, it wasn’t his time for a visit yet anyway, he wasn’t the Papa, that was still Nihil so why should he expect that this evening would be any different from any other?
To not let his mind wander too much and perhaps to kill some time since all his tasks for today had been finished, he rode around the corridors on his tri-cycle humming to himself as he did, his mind only half wandering at best. But then he suddenly had to come to a screeching halt, using his feet to break and stop right before he ran into someone standing in the middle of the corridor seemingly waiting for something and not willing to move out of self-preservation.
His head tilted back to look up at the unknown man only for his dual-coloured eyes to widen a few seconds later in realization and he lowered his head in a sort of half bow. “Lucifer - uhh sir - uh your dark excellency,” he stuttered out. It took him a few seconds to realize because as well as his half-brother and the siblings had described him they weren’t all the same, some features here and there exaggerated or completely wrong, but the man standing in front of him was more like what his brother had said than anything.
“What uh..” his eyes flicked around and he carefully tilted his head a little so he could just barely look up at him. “What can I do for you? If you’re looking for Ni-Papa, he’s on the other end,” he pointed behind him and looked kind of sheepishly at the other, keeping his eyes somewhere at the level of the very human torso. Why was he so human?
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savstaroth · 10 months
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create your 70s-80s horror look
take this quiz to find out which horror movie stereotype you are
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oh, you're the one doing all the killing. you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative, the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.
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savstaroth · 10 months
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"How can it be anything but beautiful?" Evie looked down at the display and frowned when she saw the strange light surrounding Jeshua. She discarded it as a light glare, even though it shouldn't be able to happen, and decided to take a new photo at a later time. "Blackburnian?" Evie gave Jeshua a bright smile. "Thank you. Birds have never been my strong suit." She let out a small laugh and shook her head. "No, he isn't. I'm usually after more rare and unusual things to capture. You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you what I'm actually looking for."
She led the way deeper into the woods, snapping photos once in a while whenever she saw something interesting. She suddenly began to notice the familiar aura that often told her an epileptic seizure was coming, and without being told, Cody came bounding and fell in protectively beside her. Even though he didn't wear his service dog harness in the woods, he was always vigilant and ready to alert. She turned to Joshua. "Just a heads up, I have epilepsy and I might get a seizure soon. Cody will alert me to lie down before it hits. If it does, could you please just make sure that I don't my head on something until it passes?"
"Aha, a hunter of the perfect picture." Jeshua was about to say something more and opened his mouth, but the large eye of the camera was pointed at him and clicked. "Oh. Of course. It's probably beautiful." Or not. However, the photo would have a faint but strange light phenomenon that surrounded Jeshua's person, which was something Evie would have to discover for herself.
He watched the bird fly until Evie showed him the image and smiled at the result. "Yes, I think you caught yourself a blackburnian warbler. Look at the little feet!" Jeshua was no birdwatcher, but he was the Creator. It came with perks such as knowing every name of every species ever that the humans have named. "He isn't one of your interesting animals, huh?"
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savstaroth · 10 months
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Cody gave Jeshua a polite sniff before bounding ahead to take point with his nose to the ground. Once in a while, he looked back to make sure the two humans were following. Evie let out a small, amused laugh at the question and shook her head. "I am a hunter of sorts, but not that kind of hunter." She showed the guy her camera, which hung from a strap around her neck. "I hunt for interesting animals to capture. The best places to get the best pictures are where people don't normally go." With a teasing smile, she turned fully and raised her camera to snap a picture of Jeshua. "That one's for my scrapbook."
It was indeed very peaceful in the forest and a perfect day for a hike. Evie kept an eye on their surroundings as well, constantly scanning for any signs of the little elusive trolls. A bird suddenly caught Evie´s eye, and she managed to snap a photo of it mid-flight. In the camera's display, she saw that she had managed to take a quite clear picture of the bird from underneath with its wings stretched out and little legs curled up under its belly. It had a bright yellow head with black streaks and a white and gray body. She showed the picture to Jeshua. "I think it might be some sort of warbler, but I'm not sure. Pretty cute, isn't he?" It might not be the type of creature she normally went for, but she did enjoy photographing ordinary animals once in a while.
The searching look got an innocent shrug and round puppy eyes as a response. No one could ever suspect him of anything when he used those. He looked at the disturbed underbrush and then gestured ahead of them. Did Evie really know what she was walking into? "Lead the way."
Smiling down at the dog he followed Evie, only letting a few seconds of silence pass. "What brings you out so far in the woods? You're not a hunter I take it, unless you sick the dog on the animals," he said jokingly, his eyes observing the lush forest as they walked. It was peaceful, with birds singing in the greenery above and a faint buzzing of insects around them.
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