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kaviasposts · 1 year
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inviktales · 8 months
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➤ Crawl and Beg and Plead
Fandom: The Arcana
Chapters: 1 / 1
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Relationships: Apprentice/Lucio (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron/Lucio (The Arcana)
Characters: Lucio (The Arcana), The Devil | Lucio's Patron (The Arcana), Apprentice (The Arcana)
Additional Tags: Devil Apprentice (The Arcana), Suspension, Bottom Lucio (The Arcana), Top Apprentice (The Arcana), Submissive Lucio (The Arcana), Dominant Apprentice (The Arcana), Master/Pet, (kind of), Objectification, (Slightly), Blood and Injury, Blood Kink, Dacryphilia, (mild), Anal Sex, Sex, Rough Sex, Public Sex, Throne Sex, Roughness, Biting, Scratching, Bondage, Teasing, Begging, Creampie, Unsafe Sex, Butt Plugs, Exhibitionism, (just a little), (or a lot depending on how you look at it), Dirty Talk, My Apprentice OC Azarias, OC POV, AMAB Apprentice, Apprentice Uses He/Him Pronouns, Male Apprentice (The Arcana), One Shot, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, (also i forgot about the dogs so i guess they're just watching the entire time)
The Apprentice has ascended to the Devil's throne and Lucio is his sole loyal soldier. Soldier, lover, pet. He's earned his way into being spoiled in the Devil's lap. (Expansion of Lucio's Reversed ending in Book XXI ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) I'm not done with this series yet fellas.)
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a-good-weird · 2 years
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FINISHED THE MAIN ROUTE FINALLY WOOO
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epoch-smog · 2 years
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"i worked hard on this look, I got hair and everything and no one is saying anything"
Jin: you called me over here because you wanted me to tell you "bitch slay"?????
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witchedcorpse · 2 years
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"I am the sabre, the catapult, and batThe top of the food chain in my habitat"
Maybe I'll make this a series with more campaign npcs, who knows stay tuned. But for now have my interpretation of the devil tarot but make it dnd campaign-fied.
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perxywonderland · 1 year
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My man ✨✨🤌
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tsaritza-mika · 2 years
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Apprentice Miara_Devil
@fairy-feather​‘ s Apprentice OC Miara Averthil in her Devil form ^--^
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nearlyphirresaine · 2 years
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XV - THE DEVIL
"Even in death, may we never part.
May these chains forever bind us."
So I accidentally wrote a short story on the origin of the Arcana's Devil. Sort of xD. 669 words. No plausible magic system just vibes. CW: Death
            “They’ve taken her. The priests. It’s too late.”
            “She’ll be dead by now.”
            The words echoed in Holland’s mind, like the incessant whisper of ghosts. Cold fear seized his heart as he spurred Czar on; his mottled grey steed had been running for three days with barely any rest. Still he galloped speedily through the countryside and into the city without so much as a whiny of complaint. As if he could sense his master’s fear. They burst through the city gates trailed by cries of outrage but Holland barely heard them.
            "Adwin. Adwin. Adwin.” Her name rang through his head like a sacred mantra. The ring that hung on a chain around his neck suddenly felt like a leaden weight. When he made it to the executioner’s yard at the edge of the city, there was no one left. His hands and legs trembled as he tried to dismount, nearly falling off his steed in the process. The air hung heavy with the whispers of the unquiet dead, “Turn back. Turn back. Turn back,” they seemed to say. “Nothing of yours remains here.” Their whispers sounded in sync with the sound of the waves crashing towards the cliff face.
            He pushed through the wrought iron gates, it opened with a loud creak that seemed to echo in the desolate landscape. On a raised dais was a pile of black ash, left there to scatter over the cliff and into the sea, so that the soul may be fragmented and never take form. He scrambled to the top of the dais, his knees giving out as he beheld blackened remains of his beloved. They’d used black fire to burn her, the bastards. All she ever wanted was to help, and they burned her for it. Desperate, he dug through the ashes, all the while the ghosts kept whispering for him to turn back.
            Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew. He knew that he would be too late but some part of him desperately wanted to believe that he would make it. An anguished cry escaped his lips as he dug, desperate for any remaining sign of her. But all that remained was ash and-
            His hands hooked on something solid and cold. Trembling he scooped up a ring, a twin to the one that hung on his neck. Inexplicably, it had remained intact, where the fire had consumed all trace of his beloved, the ring remained. A cruel reminder.
            He began to laugh hysterically, still clutching the ring between his hands, he cursed the gods. He cursed death. But most of all, he cursed humans. Selfish, foolish humans who feared what they couldn’t understand. The ghosts have become more restless, their whispers have turned into screams, “Turn back! Nothing of yours remains here!”
            Not heeding their cries, he pulled out his dagger and plunged deep into his chest. He would find his Adwin. With his dying breath he made a promise, and that promise became chains scattering in every direction. He would find every fragment of her soul even if he had to go to the plains of hell for it, even if he had to wrench it out from the hands of Death and all the other Arcana himself.  He let out a guttural scream as his nails extended into claws; a pair of horns grew out of his head, ripping through skin. He collapsed on the ground writhing in pain, he tasted blood on his mouth. He felt changed, defiled, but also powerful.
            The air turned cold and the ghosts seized their screaming. He looked up to see twin orbs of silver staring down at him. “What are you?” Death asked impassively. She towered over him, resplendent in black, the blade of her scythe gleaming. He heard her inhale deeply. “You stink of mortality,” she said, “but also…something else.”
            Baring his teeth, he stood up, black chains clinking as he said, “I am. The Devil. And I have come to take what is mine.”
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yenyen-dot-jpg · 4 months
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Devil Nadia 🥵🥵
Instagram | Reddit | Tiktok
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metamaudmedia · 1 year
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...This...
...is just some...
... OF MANY.
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rawrsatthetree · 12 days
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I’ve seen people compare Julian Devorak to Astarion, and honestly I think you’re all embarrassing wrong.
Gale Dekarios is Julian Devorak.
Astarion is Count Lucio
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ace--of--swords · 3 months
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Happy birthday, bbygirl. Now it is forever and every day.
From the sofs archive
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epoch-smog · 2 years
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These jokes write themselves. The sugar baby thing comes from this. Man being sick doesn't stop me from being a shit poster. Original under cut
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Real ad that turned into a meme
Also me to myself:
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elsyrel · 11 months
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Devil Nadia is the best Nadia
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comparativetarot · 3 months
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The Devil. Art by Julia Bland, from the Moon Prism Tarot.
Temptation The Devil is about the evil influences that can invade all of our lives. Temptation, disorder, catastrophe, materialism and entrapment all fall under the Devil’s perview. Nehelenia and her mirror are our Devil card. She serves as a tempting and corrupting force for her followers, making false promises to the Amazon Quartet. She also falls prey to her own temptations, wanting to be young and beautiful forever no matter the cost. The Devil is one of the few cards whose meaning is more positive and hopeful when it is reversed. Upright: The Devil refers to being trapped in your own worst habits, or being visited by unavoidable evils. The devil in your reading means it is time to examine yourself and those around you, what are the influences affecting you? Are you chasing pleasure and temptation at a cost? Is your pursuit of pleasure getting in the way of your well-being or stability? Reversed: The Devil encourages positive detachment, breaking free, and reclaiming your power for yourself. Are there people or things you need to let go for the betterment of yourself? What has control over you and how do you take back that control for yourself?
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