#oc envy

[whumpwillow]

Demon's Haven 17

they are so so comfy

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warnings: past torture, blood, whumpee wondering when caretaker will hurt him, self-worth issues

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“Just focus on getting better. Okay? That’s how you can help.”

Envy didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know when the witch would stop pretending to care about him. Even if she was willing to take in a random demon—an already foolish move for any witch or human alike—she couldn’t possibly be alright with the idea of taking care of a demon prince. He and his brothers had a…reputation.

He wondered when she would stop being nice to him. When it finally caught up to her that he was cruel and evil and beyond saving. That he wasn’t worth her time except to cause him pain and show him just how wrong he had been.

He knew that’s what he deserved, but he selfishly wanted to enjoy her kindness while it lasted, however long that was.

Haven helped Envy back onto the bed, which involved him not standing and instead flopping onto the mattress as if he were climbing into a boat and then floundering embarrassingly. He felt his cheeks grow hotter by the second. The witch guided him onto his back and he was grateful to relieve the pressure on his ribs. She put a hand on his head and lowered him until he was resting on a pillow, then picked up a few more off the floor. She smacked the pillows with her hand a few times to fluff them, then placed them on the bed as well, Envy sandwiched in the middle. He could hardly remember the feeling of such luxury, even when he had lived his whole life immersed in it up until the angel took him. It felt foreign to him now.

“Good night…Your Highness,” she said.

She added the title as an afterthought. He hadn’t heard it in years—his subjects had simply used “My Lord” and his brothers, well, nothing at all.

“Envy is fine.”

Haven smiled. “Good. I’m not even sure how to do a curtsy.”

He smiled at that, and for some reason, his fear dissipated. That was, until he realized he was lying in her bed and she was clearly not.

“Oh!” he exclaimed.

Envy threw the blankets off himself and was about to try another disastrous climb off the bed when Haven stopped him. She put a hand on his shoulder—the less bruised one—and gently pushed him down until he was once again nestled among the pillows.

“No, no, please, just stay there,” she said, a bit exasperated.

He looked up at her helplessly. “I can’t just take your bed from you.”

Haven crossed her arms over her chest and erected her most put-upon expression. “You can and you will. Now go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

It was all he could say before he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Envy woke not knowing where he was.

It wasn’t the cell. The cell was dark and cold, made of stone, and it certainly didn’t have a bed. It smelled of iron and copper and stinging silver, not the fresh and comforting scent of chamomile and lavender. Envy lie buried in soft sheets among various blankets and pillows—not the silken quality he’d been used to at his House, but which was still leagues better than waking up in chains with blood streaming down his back from the previous night’s whipping.

He wasn’t in his cell. He wasn’t back at his House. And he wasn’t in chains.

He processed this information for the few seconds it took him to remember what had happened last night and over the past few days. The memories resurfaced blurry in his mind, a haze of activity after so long spent in nothingness. He’d been summoned at the best possible moment and subsequently spent three fearful days and nights in a summoning circle before making a soulbond with a witch.

Haven.

She saved him. She could have sent him back—and really, it would have been the logical choice. Who in their right mind would make a soulbond with a demon just because he begged for it? The angel certainly hadn’t ever cared when he begged for anything, though it didn’t stop him from trying.

She’d cut herself. Spilled her own blood into his just to save him from his personal torment. Helped him stand. Supported him on that dreadful walk through the city where he felt he might collapse into nothing but a pile of bones at any moment. She’d taken him inside her home, tended to his wounds, cleaned him, comforted him…

And now he awoke in her bed.

Envy hiccupped. A sob rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down. He sat up and drew his knees to his chest—still wrapped in bandages. The place he awoke in was a mess, but it was a lived-in sort of chaos. Not one that he was familiar with. Sunlight streamed in through gauzy curtains half-drawn over dusty windows. Plants grew from a box just outside it, and more rested in pots on the sill. Some hung from baskets attached to the ceiling with thick rope tied into mesh holders. Books lined the shelves. Clothes littered the floor.

Haven, the witch herself, had curled up in a chair that resembled a giant nest. The cushion it held was just a circle set into a wooden frame, and Haven had surrounded herself in it with blankets made of patchwork cloth scraps of all different colors sewn together.

It wasn’t a dream. It took a few moments for this thought to settle in, for Envy to realize that he was really, truly, out. He was safe, if only for the moment. It felt strange to him after so long spent in darkness, wishing for some kind of reprieve, anything, anything. He almost couldn’t believe it was real.

Haven had been so kind to him. More than he deserved.

Then he remembered what he’d told her. His name—and all that came with it. His identity, his past, his wickedness. He remembered the fear on her face, the way she’d jumped from the bed and backed away, the way her eyes scanned the room as if to search for a weapon. He had no illusions that she wouldn’t hurt him if he gave her aim to, so he was determined not to give her any reason. He’d make himself as nonthreatening as possible. Take up as little space in her cluttered home. He’d live like a ghost, if that was her wish.

He sat, still and motionless, until Haven awoke. He didn’t want to disturb her accidentally, for he’d already caused enough problems already and didn’t want to test how far her patience could extend before it snapped. He wondered vaguely what it would take, how far he could push until she hurt him like the angel had. What he would need to do to be punished.

He swallowed the thought. It lingered inside him, thick and heady like molasses.

He held himself still, arms wrapped around his legs drawn up to his chest. Moving through the sheets made noise, however slight, and he didn’t want to wake the very person who had given up her own bed for him to sleep in. It wasn’t bad. The morning was rather pleasant. He was clean, and not in chains, and not in pain. He hadn’t slept in a proper bed in ages so he wasn’t used to the softness and spent a few minutes just admiring the sensation. He let his eyes close and tilted his head back, feeling the warm sun on his face, sighing.

“Envy?”

He jolted. The movement sent a pillow to the floor, causing him to wince. All at once, whatever peace he had managed to gain in the previous moment had fled him during this one.

Haven shifted in her nest-chair and let out a small groan. She reached her arms up above her head and stretched, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Envy waited patiently, unmoving. The witch squinted at her resting place, momentarily confused like she didn’t know how she’d gotten there.

Haven sat up in her nest chair, a variety of multicolored pillows falling to the floor around her. A blanket slid off her shoulders to pool around her hips. She still had on the same dress from yesterday.

“I—” Envy began in a weak voice.

“You’re awake.”

He nodded.

Haven stretched again, then glided out of the nest-chair amid a tumble of pillows and blankets. She padded over to the bed, and Envy willed himself not to flinch. All she did was pick up the fallen pillow and set it back at the head of the bed.

“Sorry…” Envy began.

Haven held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Did I wake you?” he asked tentatively.

Haven shook her head and smiled. She reached toward him and Envy ducked on instinct, thinking she was about to hit him, but she merely went to touch a bandage that had come loose at shoulder, but paused when she noticed his reaction. She gave him a sheepish look.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine.”

She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. Envy eyed her movements warily. He set his hands down on the bed, but kept his legs pressed against his chest.

“How are you feeling?” Haven asked.

Envy opened his mouth to respond, then thought better of it. He needed to give her an answer, to not say anything would be rude, and even when he thought he could push her to hurt him, he didn’t want to, he just wanted an end to the pain. He was in so much pain.

It came back to him once he awoke, the effects of his wounds. The pleasurable feeling of being clean and sleeping on a soft mattress rather than a cold stone floor greatly lessened the effect, but the sensation was still there. The licks of the whip that cut into his back, burning fire in stripes down the skin that tore and rended the flesh. The holy water that had marked him, had turned his insides to molten gore. The weeping wounds, the dark bruises. The bone-deep exhaustion that still plagued him, no matter how much he slept.

“I—” Envy began.

He could tell her the truth. He was already pathetic enough as could be, falling all over the floor and weeping in her arms. But he could tell her he was alright, and save some face at least. It had nothing to do with him not wanting her to worry.

“I’m alright,” he lied.

“Hm,” Haven murmured.

Her eyes narrowed, like she didn’t believe him. Envy wondered when she’d gotten so good at reading him. He attributed it to his exhaustion—he was usually much better at this back in his own realm.

His old life.

Haven set a hand on the bed, an inch from his own. “You can tell me,” she said. “If you’re in pain. If you’re hurting. If you feel like you want to cry, or scream, or do whatever it is that would make you feel better.”

She looked up at him then, quick enough that it didn’t give him a single second to recover from her statement and he was caught in full view during the throes of his misery. His eyes had begun to well again with blasted tears and he cursed himself for it. He just couldn’t seem to stop.

Haven smiled gently. “I told you before. You needn’t soften your grief around me.”

A sob escaped him, one he had barely been holding back. Envy clenched his teeth, wishing it was enough to will some semblance of composure back into his expression, but the tears had already started pouring down his cheeks. Awful, wretched sounds came from deep within him, from a place he tried his hardest to bury.

“It hurts,” he whimpered.

Haven nodded, and drew him in close. Envy curled into her easily. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand on the bandages covering his back, and the other in his hair. She brought his head toward hers and their foreheads touched, and at once, all the thoughts in Envy’s mind that told him he was unworthy, were silent.

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[bonesmarinated]

I kinda always knew I'd end up your ex-girlfriend (x)

#oc #oc art #art #it's No Doubt week for me #man i love drawing this wretched pair of jeans #kris #kristian odeggard #is this gender yes is gender envy

[icesswolvescats]

Envy (The Wretched)

Class: HuntressCategory: Nester/Semi ConquerThis critter is one of the the 7 Deadly Sins representatives, as their name suggest ‘Envy’.Envy is a Creature that is jealous over everything, and likes to try prove that those who are better than her should not live. An Attention Hog who will hunt down humans who have the most prettier features, and will feast on their brains and absorb their beauty… if only it lasted forever, she would always have what she wanted. This Creature’s torso gains more and more extra ribs the more she kills as she steals the ribs from her victim’s ribcages. everything to be PrettiestThis Brain Eating Wretched has been spotted around Greece, Egypt, Spain, Portugal, United States, Italy and Sweden.Advice: No, Just Don’t Bump into her. If try to not provoke her jealousy, never compare her beauty with someone else, She has to be the one.

#about the character #artwork #drawing #my art #my character #character #creature #13th reality #7 deadly sins #oc drawing #digital art #card #Oc #jealousy #Oc Envy

[bellafragolina]

oc envy went on the strawbebby server and now is going to leak all the good oc goods on it, your welcome ­­­:3c

Envyyyyyyyy

I love i love i loveeeeee

You gotta tell me more about them yeyeyeyeyeye

I wanna know ALL!!

~Renee

#oc envy #such a good name

[angelic--sinners]

Oh yeah

Leviathan design!

Big deep sea serpent who drowns sinners in the sea of jealousy and feasts on their negativities, transforming them into demons of the ring of Envy (i think).

Color palette inspiration was from @color-palettes !

#artists on tumblr #character design #original art #original character #character art #character illustration #digital art #digital artwork #oc art #digital artist #seven deadly sins #sin of envy #envy #7 deadly sins #princes of hell #sea monster #sea serpent #leviathan #prince of envy

[hakugin0]

Say hello to number 2 and then start praying since you thought about someone else in front of them

I swear I'll soon be done with my father levi agenda... eventually... probably

#haku rambles #my art #haku2024 #whb #what in hell is bad #whb leviathan #whb oc #taking name ideas for number 2 #not taking names anymore #no2's name is ran now #whb envy kids #haku gremlins

[everchased]

so, Astarion and Finch. which one of them watches the other fight and thinks "that's so hot"?

finch finds astarion's skill and deftness with a blade VERY sexy admirable but i think the person who has that immediate "HOT" moment is astarion himself.

there is probably something immediately attractive to astarion "technically not a murderhobo but only because he dresses nice" ancunin about seeing a man who (for the most part) tries to favor persuasion decide that a situation is bad enough to call for killing someone

and swiftly, effectively, and mercilessly

following through with that decision.

#ask #anon #bg3 #bg3 tav #astarion #astarion x tav #like oh okay he was capable of this the whole time #a stray pedigree's envy for (and attraction to) a mutt guard dog #so it turns out we both have teeth you just show yours off less (lustful) #honestly finch would've made a great durge but i'm NOT replaying him #he's just a guy who decided the best way to fight fire is with fire. even if that means a little self-immolation #bloodoath #oc: finch #blood tw #my art

[s0bk]

happy valentines day ! have some tail 💙

#apri art #apri oc #oc wire #i think one of my favotite wire tags is when ppl say tail envy so here you go

[lovesart23]

Hellhound Date night

Chaz and BB going to gluttony but need to blend in for there date enchanted hellhound collars are a prefect way to do that

#loveshark #chaz #chaz thurman #chazwick thurman #envy imp #helluva boss chaz #helluva boss exes and oohs #helluva boss fanart #helluva boss impsona #helluvaboss oc #helluva boss edit #helluva boss #helluvaboss #chaz helluva boss #oc x canon #chaz fanart #Chaz x bb #Gluttony #Beelzebub #helluvaboss beelzebub #helluvaboss screenshot #bee helluva boss #beelzebub fanart #redesign au #redesign character

[antlerqueer]

Scott Pilgrim (2010).

@lgbtqcreators bingo - animation + color palette

(insp)

#scott pilgrim #scottpilgrimedit #[oc] #[scott pilgrim] #wallace wells #michael cera #kieran culkin #mary elizabeth winstead #ramona flowers #envy adams #brie larson #userbaz #userriel #userautie #usermaguire #userraffa #useraicr #tuserheidi #agentplant #userbarrow #cinematv #filmedit #moviegifs #userbbelcher #lgbtdaily #userentertainments

[svampira]

bringing the new fledgling home^^ (after you got his sire killed)

#i forgot to add them in imagine sluuur sound effects next to every panel #vtm #vampire the masquerade #vtmb #/elias #toreador #artists on tumblr #/diamila #vampire #comic #oc comic #pretend its a masterpiece i gave up on an exam to finish this as quickly as possible #5 pages took 5 hours i do naut envy comic artists #but i am happy about this^^ im glad i stuck w it its my first comic and im proud of it #even though im grimacing rn looking at some panels. mein gott #art #ventrue #scarabocchi

[whumpwillow]

Demon's Haven 15

i know I said i was going on hiatus but I suddenly felt compelled to write more of this so here ya go. its what you've all been waiting for ✨

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warnings: past torture, blood, past murder, brief depictions of past gore and suicide, church mention

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This was a mistake. This had all been a huge, grand mistake.

Haven wished it were instead a nightmare, one she could wake up from and find herself in any other situation other than the one she was presently in. But this was no mere dream, just the foolish consequences of her misplaces sympathies.

She scrambled off the bed with such ferocity that her feet got tangled in the blankets, ankles twisting around the sheets. She stumbled out of them, barely managing not to fall flat on her face, before darting away and spinning to face the demon she’d let into her home.

The demon prince.

Oh, what a monumental fool she was. It’d been a bad idea from the start, summoning him in the first place, but she’d wanted to try something she never had before, to be involved in the secret goings-on of the witches covens. It was just supposed to be a simple deal. A simple spell. And now look where that had gotten her.

She shouldn’t have gone back to the cave after that first night. She should have just given up, let the spell time out, and forgotten about the whole thing.

The demon would have been unleashed on the world if she had just ignored him, though. That certainly wasn’t a possibility, not one she would have considered with any sort of demon, prince or not.

She could have sent him back. It would have been the smart thing to do, to undo her ritual and release the demon back into the depths of hell.

But then…gone back to whatever torment he’d been summoned from.

Envy.

She looked at him, on his knees amid her mussed bedcovers. His hands shook at his sides. He swallowed, likely trying to prevent himself from launching into another bout of tears like the one she’d just calmed him down from.

One of the seven demon princes. Weeping in her arms like a babe.

Neither of them spoke. Neither moved, trapped in the moment of stilled silence so potent that she could have sliced through the air with a knife and divided it into sections to serve like a pie. She wondered if demons did that to people. She knew what this particular demon had done to witches like her.

She wondered briefly if this had all been a ruse. That he meant to take advantage of her sympathy to draw her into the summoning circle, and instead of attacking at the earliest moment, he’d lead her into making a soul bond with him that would chain her to him for as long as her mortal soul existed. She shouldn’t have done it. She shouldn’t have cared. He was going to kill her. He wasn’t just any demon, but a demon prince, a lord of Hell, one of the most powerful demons in existence and he…

…was bowing to her on her unmade bed.

Haven sighed, releasing some of her fear with the breath. Guilt swelled to replace the gaps it left in her.

How could she have thought that?

Prince or not, the demon—Envy—was hurt, and needed her help. There was no faking it. Something had happened, and it was only her around to help.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, over and over.

He bent forward at the waist in much the same way as she’d seen him in the summoning circle, legs folded beneath him and likely aggravating his broken ribs. It had to be excruciating, and yet he said not a word of it, and only continued apologizing to her and begging not to be hurt.

Haven shook her head. No, this was definitely not a ploy.

“It—it’s okay,” she said, repeating the same words she used to try and comfort him earlier. “It’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It felt different now, saying those words. Comforting him like she had been. She’d known all along he was a demon and she knew the reputation they had, yet she had helped him anyways despite all that. Demons were vicious, repugnant, evil. That’s what everyone said about them, summoner or not. Haven had disregarded all the carefully curated knowledge she’d studied so that she could take care of one, and here he was, turning out to be a demon prince.

And here she was, telling him she wouldn’t hurt him.

What a ridiculous situation.

The demon—Envy, she reminded herself—peered up at her. Still in that painful bow, his eyes locked on hers from in between strands of his hair. They held no malice. Haven could see no avarice in their emerald depths. Nothing malevolent at all.

“Are you angry?” Envy asked, then flinched as if expecting her to answer the question with a blow. He screwed his face tight, bracing himself for it.

Haven closed the distance she’d put between the two of them and settled a hand on his cheek. The demon gasped at the contact. It was a feather-light touch, yet when she moved it upwards, Envy’s head followed. He was a splendid rendition of a penitent if Haven had ever seen one, looking up at her like that, leaning into her touch despite his shaking. His eyes fluttered, long eyelashes fanning his cheeks, still dotted with the dew of recent tears.

“Please,” he said. “Please don’t abandon me.”

“I told you I’m not going to do that.”

Of course, that was before she knew he was a demon prince. That he was one of the most powerful demons of all. That he was the one who had invaded the city three summers ago and used his wretched powers to compel a witch to rip out her own sister’s heart.

Envy—the concept, and the demon himself—did things to people.

Yet here he was, pliant under her hands, tears falling from his emerald eyes to trail over her fingers. He was hurt, terribly and irrevocably, begging her on his knees for salvation. Again, the irony of it all was not lost on her.

She should have turned him away. She should have never involved herself in this situation at all.

She felt a great spike of unpleasantness in her middle when she realized that she would have sent him back if she knew who he was at the start. If he’d told her that he was a demon prince. She wouldn’t have even thought about it, and would have just undone the ritual, which would rip him from this plane of existence to send him back to the one he came from.

She knew how it worked too. That when a demon was summoned, it was pulled from Hell to come to this earthly realm, and when undone, it was sent back to exactly the same place it had been taken from. Envy would have been sent back to his torment. To the place that had caused him so much pain—merely because she was too afraid.

Haven bit her lip to keep herself from sighing.

Logically, those thoughts made sense. That’s what she’d find if she were to read through her demonica books again, or if she asked any other witch in the city.

The princes were the most wicked of all.

The thought sickened her. Guilt and fear waged war inside her. She feared being hurt by him and all that he was, but she feared most of all what would happen to him if she did not remain by his side. If she were to truly abandon him, or what would have become of him had she not summoned him when she did. All her decisions lead her to this point.

“But how is this possible?” she asked.

Envy regarded her for a moment, weighing his words carefully. “I thought you knew.”

“About summoning a demon prince? I’d have needed an artifact that belonged to you in order to do it.”

“You used my ring, after all.”

Haven thinned her lips into a line, resisting from huffing out a breath. The gold ring she’d found wedged in between cobblestones in the streets. The pure gold the summoning spell had called for, and the one ingredient she had been lacking until a random stroke of luck had enabled her to finish gathering everything required. Of course it had to have been the ring of a demon prince, probably lost on one of his jaunts to the human realm.

Regular demons, Haven knew, had to be summoned. They couldn’t pass the barrier between Hell and Earth as they pleased, so it was up to the witches’ discretion on when and where to summon them. Haven had chosen the cliffside cave for its secluded nature and the difficulty in getting to and from the location so that if anything went wrong and the demon somehow escaped, it would at least be far enough away from other people for just long enough that hopefully somebody would get the warning out.

She regretted her choice upon having to cart an injured demon the entire distance, however.

Demon princes were altogether another matter. Bestowed with unimaginable power, they could between Hell and Earth as they pleased without a care for the division between them. Haven didn’t know whether to consider her summoning one of them a blessing or a curse. Envy had been trapped in the circle since he’d appeared there after entering this realm, but he’d have been free had he decided to come to Earth of his own will.

Though, judging by the state of him, that certainly hadn’t been an option.

Haven pinched the bridge of her nose. “No, I…found your ring on the street. I just needed gold for the summoning, and it was there.”

Envy looked down, letting Haven’s hand slip from his cheek. He wiped at his eyes, rimmed red from all the crying. It made the green stand out so much more.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Envy set his hands in his lap, his legs still folded under him. At least he’d stopped bowing to her, though fresh blood blossomed on the pristine bandages Haven had just wrapped around his midsection. She’d have to redo them and try to stem the worst of it.

“Do you…” Envy began, then paused. Bit his lip. Fidgeted.

Haven busied herself with picking up the bandage rolls that had fallen off the bed when the two of them had laid down earlier. Her body still remembered the silky touch of his hair under her fingertips, the way he had shivered so relentlessly. A faraway concept now. To think that she had been so close with a demon prince and not even known it.

“Do you know what I—” Envy blurted out, but the words caught in his throat. He stopped like that, mouth half-open, looking at her for the briefest of moments before turning away and burying his head in his hands.

“The witch sisters?” Haven finished, knowing what he was trying to ask and wondering why he even bothered.

Everyone knew. It was all anyone could talk about that summer, that the demon prince Envy had filled one sister with so much of his power that she had torn her own sister’s heart from her chest. That he had made her envious enough to do such a thing to own flesh and blood family.

The news had circulated in all the witch communities throughout her city as well as the surrounding villages, traveling down the river like white rapids. The non-gifted were up in arms about it as well, regarding it as a possession and a grievous murder of the highest order. The church had seen to the investigation along with the city guard and police force. It had been top news until the autumn winds carried in another demon prince, Lust, who again targeted an innocent witch. He’d entranced her, drew her in with his power and beauty, then ensorcelled her to dance the night away, burning through all her joy like a torch would do to a pile of dry wool. At dawn, the sun rose and the spell waned, leaving the girl exhausted not just physically, but of everything she ever was. A week later, she threw herself off the clock tower.

To think these sorts of beings could freely invade her world made her nauseous. To think she’d bound her soul to one of them.

Knowing all this, Haven had been cautious when summoning a demon. She never expected to have gotten a prince. The rules stated that she needed an item that belonged to the prince one was trying to summon, so Haven had been sure she wouldn’t need to deal with that mess. She didn’t account for her random stroke of luck in finding the gold ring to not be so lucky after all. Well, for her. It appeared Envy had been quite lucky to have escaped when he did. Haven wished she’d done it sooner. Maybe she could have spared him some of this pain.

“I’m sorry,” Envy said again.

He threaded his fingers through his hair. His back curved forward in such a shape that it must have strained his broken bones and still, even now, Haven ached to reach out to him to tell him to stop doing that to himself.

“Why did you do it?” Haven found herself asking before she could think better of it.

Envy flinched again. Then sank deeper into his misery until his body looked like the letter c.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “I don’t know, I don’t—I don’t know!”

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, gritting his teeth.

“I just…I don’t know, I wanted them to respect me!”

He threw his hands down at his sides with such force, it must have jostled his broken fingers. He winced and did it again, pounding his hands on the sheets. The action made a subtle poff. Haven reached out and grabbed his wrists before he could do it again.

“What? The witches?” she asked.

She couldn’t imagine him caring what the witch sisters thought of him.

“Everyone.”

Envy averted his gaze, but didn’t try to release himself from Haven’s grasp. He could have. She wasn’t holding on very hard, and while his wrists had grown thin enough for her to enclose them in one hand, he was still a demon prince and she was still a mere mortal.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated for what had to be the millionth time. “I just…”

He trailed off, giving up on the pretense of an excuse. Haven watched every miniscule emotion on his face pass through in the span of a second each. He wasn’t very good at hiding them. Neither was she.

“I should have been better.”

He spoke slowly, voiced edged with a blunted cadence. Haven held his wrists in her hands, rubbed her thumbs back and forth over them, remembering the abused skin under the bandages she’d wrapped around them. Thick bands had encircled the both of them, mottled blue and purple with a hint of green and flecks of brown. He must have been held in manacles for quite a while to have bruises like this.

“I won’t hurt you,” Haven said, because even though she’d reassured him of the very same already, she felt it needed to be said again. “You can stay here.”

Envy blinked at her, tears again beginning to pool in at the edges of his eyes. A stray one fell and Haven reached out to wipe it away.

“Thank you,” Envy said.

“No problem.”

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[bonesmarinated]

You mess me up and I don't want you here (x) 🦇🖤⛓️💀⭐⛓️💀⭐⛓️💀⭐⛓️💀⭐⛓️🦇🖤 i love this barely-survived-pair-of-jeans, she slays...

#oc #oc art #yes i love this wretched queen i love her but im gonna rest for a bit #because i really want to watch Fallout TV series and then draw some Fallout HONESTLY #kris #kristian odegaard #again? gender envy yess that’s happening

[soeurdelune]

avatars (400 x 640): cillian murphy, signés lune/soeurdelune

#c'est la dernière fois que je graphe sur cillian ça suffit il a assez de ressources #mais j'avais envie de faire un truc dans le thème de mon oc (qui commence à dater d'ailleurs) #petit pasteur qui empoisonne le bétail et les récoltes #(aka famine des cavaliers de l'apocalypse) #celleux avec un priest kink l'auraient bien apprécié je crois #cillian murphy #cillian murphy avatars #avatars #avatars rpg #ressources rpg #faceclaims #avatars forum #400x640

[starrysharks]

"may god have mercy on your wretched soul! ...that is what i should say when i kill them, is it not?"

vivica, one of the key supporting characters of reassassination. a scythe-wielding overachiever, her primary goal is to defeat octavia under the orders of the clear crucifix organisation.

#zeno's art #ocs #reassassination #vivica de la crux #you can fit so much self-doubt and insecurity in this girl its crazy #she represents envy. her codename is envy and she is a fucking doozy bro theres so much to her but i wont reveal too much #theres a certain event that happens in the story heavily involving her that is soooo important i promise that itll be good prommy!!!! #anyway otherwise shes a very fun character to draw as well as to write i love her lots #and also she laughs like 'ohohoho' #ok up next should be lunette if future me actually gets his fucking ref sheets done

[ashipiko]

DANCE WITH ME YOU LI-IA-IAR ♡

OVERBLOT ASHI??? ANYBODY??? the ANGST that this baby can store!!! SHEESH!!!!!!! <3 I only have one post dedicated to her and liar dance lyric analysis (the post is kinda outdated in gen) BUT…… I also have an overblot monologue as a treat 🫶 I wanted to better explain her angst and so!!! BABAM!!! enjoy

ASHI’S MONOLOGUE:

Sometimes I wonder why I ended up here.

A place named “Twisted Wonderland”, and at a school named “Night Raven College”.

At first, I figured that I was the odd one out— Y’know, the Ramshackle prefect and everything. The magicless girl at the magical all boys school? Nuts, ain’t it?

I’m known for a lot of things. Things that are different from the others. The fact that I stand out is part of the Ashi charm, something I’m known for.

But… Over time I found myself sorta feeling in place here.

Because as much as I try to believe it, I can’t safely say that I’m better than anyone else here.

I’m a fake. I make conversation and lots of friends, but for what? A backup in case something goes wrong? A sense of protection for my reputation? In what case are any of those friendships something I truly want? In what case are any of these strings more than just a tool instead of a thread made of my real feelings?

Behind this, I’m no different from any other student here. Even through my individuality, my cheerfulness, my endearing oddness… I’m still a horrible person. Using people to get what I want, toying with people and their feelings in order to gain power and gain a spot the top. All to become untouchable. It’s screwed. It’s not right.

My insides are ugly. The truth of me is something I want to keep tucked away deeply, because I don’t want people to see this part of me. A brash, annoying, selfish version of me, everything people hate to see. I don’t want this side of me to be seen because people will run away— people I don’t care much about, sures, but people I love, too. I don’t want to drive them away. So I keep quiet and give them a shallow show.

I give them a source of entertainment that’s controlled by the real me, every calculated movement translating into a marionette-like response. The only show I allow you to see is one that’s so carefully crafted by the chaotic clown backstage. The one that is shunned away from the light, the strings being the only hint of the puppet’s phony existence to the foolish audience.

But suddenly, I feel as if being here has started to let this side of me come crawling back into the spotlight.

It scares me.

It scares me to be vulnerable, let all of my faults lay out on the table like playing cards. To take the risk without the protection, to gamble everything I’ve built up away just like that. But you…

You.

You make me feel safe. You make me feel as if I don’t need to hide anything. I can give you the key to my heart and you would have no malicious intent. You wouldn’t cut out the parts people don’t like. You would enjoy the performance in full, every bit of it.

You make me believe that I’m nothing special, and yet something so valuable at the same time.

It’s silly. You’re silly. And yet that’s something that’s helped me.

It’s helped me realize that that truly is just how people are.

We aren’t villains. We aren’t antagonists. We aren’t monsters.

We are nothing but people, with faults and feelings that should be valued.

I am more than just a jester, a sake of entertainment.

I’m a person who is entirely worthy of love. All of me.

It reminds me that I must’ve came here for a reason.

Because this is where I belong.

#they drive me nuts. tbh #PLEASE LISTEN TO LIAR DANCE ITS SOOOOOOOOOO #!!! envy baby is also a big Ashi OB song #it’s so fun. she’s so fun #if you can’t tell her overblot works in like….. she IS the blot monster. or the (real) Ashi AKA the jester is #if she represents the true Ashi then the marionette Ashi represents what she pretends to be/puts out into the world #so even if you’re attacking the jestershi and the more antagonistic seeming of the two…… all you’re doing is feeding into the blot itself #as you’re doing what ashi’s afraid of— berating the real her #the solution is to kill the marionette!!! btw!!!!! and that’s what ace does #DW THEY ARE SO FINE AND OK. NO ISSUES HERE #ashace my beloved #ace trappola #ace trappola x oc #twst ace #twst yume #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst yuu #twst oc x canon #ashipiko draws ♪ #twstshi #I DONT THINK I REALLY POST ABOUT ASHACE LORE A LOT #APRY FROM LIKE? THE FIC ITS IUST SILLIES #so I hope you guys enjoy!!!!!!