#demonswcb

[shimmerbeasts]

oh , gods . why is it me , again ? why do they keep trusting me to be alone with the devil ? i couldn't even keep my own soul , when did i become reliable ? ... good thing she's so lawful . i don't know if i could say no if she wanted to set a few tents on fire . maybe she wants to go to town , make a few deals ? i'd like to see how that goes . would she let me watch ? devils are so different than demons . i don't think my patron would be too cross with me ... right ? well , it's not like i have a sending stone . wyll got a sending stone . she seems to care for him a great deal ... in her own way . i wonder if she cares about all of her warlocks like this , or if he's special . either way ... not a bad spot to find yourself in . hopefully he'll eventually take advantage of this . my ... look at those things ... her nails are huge . she doesn't look like much of a fighter ... but i bet she could slice my throat without even trying . her horns look so ... delicate , though . very regal and ... her tail ... just ... swishing ... don't look . did she see that ? well , that's just embarrassing now . i'll just pretend i was looking at my nails . she's too elegant to bring it up , but too clever to believe me . way too clever . she makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up . i wonder if she knows . i doubt wyll's ever getting out of that pact unless he offers her something she really wants ... frankly , i don't know why he'd want to . what do devils even want , anyways ? a higher ranking ? maybe . but she hasn't said anything . didn't even mention the crown . i guess i could not be paying attention . she sounds so nice , and all those clauses and sections ... ugh ... makes me so dizzy . i can't tell if she smells nice or if i'm feeling faint half of the time . no wonder they get you . 'look at me , aren't i so devilishly beautiful? sign my deal mortal, all it'll cost you it's your soul.'

"You know, for someone who has been trying to be covert, you have done a rather poor job at it."

Mizora had been standing mostly still beside Wyll's tent. The rest of the party had decided to put their savings together to hackle for a few more camp supplies in the nearby town as apparently, dinner made up of mouldy cheese, a hard bread crust, and beer was not enough to fill a group of five or so people. Furthermore, tastewise, it had a lot to be desired.

Once every while, Mizora's wings would twitch, the sunlight warming the leathery membranes. Her fingers flexed once every while like she was chasing away some tempting thought. Whenever she did so, her claws would flash as if they wanted to goat someone into imagining them covered in blood. Her tail idly swayed from side to side. Her posture made her look docile and tame, compared to the wickedness and cunning devils harboured in their hearts. While they were not as prone to mad mood swings as demons, they still had their moments of impulsivity.

Thus, there was a sudden jarringness as she turned her head to meet his gaze. Her lips pulled into a playful smile and her eyes shimmered as if she delighted in having caught Vhaal off guard like this. Even her voice did not sound like she was mad at him, but rather entertained by this development:

"Furthermore, maybe the next time someone is on your mind, do not think of them when they are merely a few feet away, Vhaal. I could tell something concerning me preoccupied you even before you kept staring at my nails, horns and tail."

She disappeared and reappeared beside Vhaal as if she had grown out of the ground. Without so much as a word of warning, Mizora brought two of her fingers against the drow's neck and brushed across it. Her nails scraped across his flesh, not even knicking it, yet the threatening pressure promised that if she just pushed a little deeper, she would have split his throat open. The layer of sweat, having collected on Vhaal's neck, slid down his throat. Mizora brought her fingers against her thumb as if she had just caught an invisible, incriminating secret.

The Cambion said: "You all smell so strongly when you begin to overthink things. It is endearing, were it not so catastrophically exploitable." Mizora circled Vhaal and stopped in front of the drow. Leaning forward just enough, so that her neck and breasts were a bit more exposed, almost as if in a mockery to his remark of her being devilishly beautiful, she said: "Go on. Have the courage to actually voice some of those things, ghosting through your head. After all, I am your only company right now, and you seem itching to get to know me."

@demonswcb cont. from here.

[eldritchborna]

yeah, yeah, tadpole this, tadpole that... but how come you guys look so nice? is there an illithid fashion enterprise? and most importantly, can i endorse it? /omeluum

❛[ UNPROMPTED ASKS ≻ always accepting

THE SCHOLAR PAUSES FROM ITS DIVULGING OF NEW INFORMATION GATHERED REGARDING TADPOLES. A slow blink comes, arm raised in a manner emulated over its years with others lowered in just the same speed // RESTING AT ITS SIDE (AND THEN COMES THE SOFTEST TILTING OF HEAD). Omeluum does not begrudge the sudden shift in topic, actually the direct focus of it does manage to appeal to a much more pleasant part amongst the many natures it held in lesser lights. “&– - Our appeals with attire has many different reasonings. There is truth behind our diets impacting our senses of the artistic and design, where if a neophyte focuses upon a specific type of mind type it can influence the developing illithid. This is not the entire causation, however; what we wear is both for practicality and for status. Many times the more intricate something one wears is, a sense of importance is attached. It can also let one know which Creed a Mind Flayer belongs to, or even which colony. It is something both of preference and of communication.” It takes but a second, tentacle providing a general calm SWEEPING MOTION towards its own robes, a movement that could be lost for merely its normal limb motions to a eye unfamiliar. “&– - My own is simply that which is the agreed outfit for the Society of Brilliance, merely customized for my own body type. I may not be the only illithid within our group, but my build is much different than everyone else's; there was none that worked for me without tailoring. I did take the opportunity to request and add my own personal touches upon it when it was being made, however. The opportunity was there. However, to answer your question.... I do not think there would be the market you would hope for. Not yet. Not until free illithids such as myself become more common.” // @demonswcb

[palespawn]

if my cheeks are red , it’s from this wine .

“ of course. and what a delicious red they are, truly a feast for the eyes, ” it was unavoidable, irrepressible, the way his gaze flitted about the other's wine-flushed features as if searching for a weak point. he wasn't quite ravenous, but there was an undeniable itch in need of scratching as he chased the bloody blush from his cheeks and down the line of his throat, lingering upon the jugular vein. what manner of conversation prior was lost to him, distracted as he is.

astarion takes a breath and disregards the bottle of arabellan dry, stowed by his bedroll. his own goblet is held firm and outstretched toward vhaal'krin; not so much in offer, than as a gesture of goodwill. he would stay his teeth from the tipsy not-so-little drow. there would be plenty other opportunities for him to feed later. “ and i do mean my eyes, to be clear. what a pity all that exquisite colour remains unspilled. ”

[bhaalbie]

if i wanted to hurt you, i’d already have done it.

dahlya snickers, she isn't dumb, she does not underestimate anyone in their little traveling party, her memories might have been taken from her, but the slow calculating nature she guides herself with has been ever so present. "my, if you are looking to be reassuring i would suggest you try again..." it's a tease, like the rest of her. pushing limits, seeing where it all eventually leads. she only turns her gaze to him now, and her head tilts slowly. sizing him up almost. "-if it's meant to be a threat, then, by all means...color me interested." it's fun, she settles. considers this conversation to lead somewhere entertaining. wonders then, what vhaal would do to hurt her (that is, assuming she ever gives him the chance to in the first place)

@demonswcb

[silvertiefling]

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He keeps talking - and making dog jokes at me. I wonder how drow tastes? I can't remember the last time I ate one... they don't come to the surface nearly enough for me to have had one recently... He probably tastes gross. Bitter and like fungus or something...

[faerunscursed]

🎲 wyll <3 bro, pal, babygirl... smoochies?

Kiss Roulette | accepting 39. Tentative Kiss

The way Wyll danced until the light was unlike what most would see of him. In fact, the only one who knew up until this point that his dancing skills was Mizora. Yet now, he allowed Vhaal to get a glimpse of that as he twirled around. When he noticed the other seemed to be faltering over his steps. "I can tell you haven't had any sort dancing instruction, so let me help you."

Wyll stopped in front of him and held out his hand, "Be my dance partner." It didn't matter that neither him nor Vhaal were great people. All that mattered is that they in some way they were trying. So far they had done heroic things too, and heroes deserved a little bit of fun. "Come on, now."

The warlock didn't wait long, and instead held Vhaals hand and pulled him close. He guided his body, until finally the other listened. He carefully guided him, slowly and with the care his instructors had given him. Only he seemed move intimate, as with each step, they got closer and closer. Closer until there were barely any space between them. Wyll's breath, smelling of sulphur an orchids, a sign his ties to Mizora.

His heart began to race then, as heterochromic eyes met Vhaal's. For a moment he got lost in those eyes, lost in the exact moment with him. So lost in the moment, that he leaned in, his lips brushing against Vhaal's. For a split second their lips locked and just as quickly as it happened, Wyll pulled back. He turned his head to Vhaal, hiding in embarrassment.

"I, uh, I didn't mean too..." His gaze met the floor. "I should't have done that.."

[speculor]

✏️

"I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people."

[musezieren]

@demonswcb

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time / @ sirius ofc. ahem... for um... undercover reasons. thats the only reason. thats the only rEAsoN!

PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER

Oh, what a cursed place. Everything felt wrong, twisted. From the outside, there had been ruins, darkness, and desperate screams caught in a never-ending loop of horror. Yet, as they stepped into the Tollhouse, everything transformed into opulent beauty. They were surrounded by servants, masked nobility, and music filling the air. How eerie it was, how horrifying in its splendor. To dance with beings long dead, forever bound to the cursed land that had claimed their lives.

What made Sirius question all of this most were the roles they were given. Some of them were merchants, others transformed into servants in this macabre play... and Vhaal and he had become newlywed nobility. Attempting to gather information about their predicament and find an escape had left them surrounded by gossiping and giggling ladies and gentlemen.

"Oh, I heard your wedding outshone even the sun!" "True love that transcends race and all... so romantic!" "But why are you so far apart?" "Why are you not the e̶p̷i̴t̵o̷m̶e̴ ̷o̵f̵ ̵d̸i̸s̵g̸u̸s̸t̶i̶n̵g̸,̵ ̶s̵w̶e̶e̶t̵ ̷l̷o̷v̸e̶?"

Gradually, the smiles became forced, the voices echoed from the depths of the grave, threatening... So, some twisted curse had decided to cast the Drow and the Tiefling as nauseatingly sweet lovers. They needed to play along. How dreadful...

Sirius turned to the other, an uncharacteristically shy smile on his lips. Grateful for the mask, as it hid his blushing cheeks. A hand raised, carefully placed against the other's cheek. Touch was not unfamiliar—they sparred, they held one another, they supported each other back to camp... but a kiss? A kiss was something else entirely.

"We... must follow this play... I suppose," he whispered, heart threatening to leap from his chest as he slowly closed his eyes and placed a tender kiss on the Drow's lips.

[sarastuss-a]

SHE HAD AGREED TO LOOK FURTHER, : ARMORED STEPS HAVING LED HER DEEPER INTO THE CAVE, ... promises to be careful spoken with a hushed tune, ( you always say that hero, &. still you find yourself always in another fight. ) needless to say, 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅. the lance RADIATING PURE LIGHT within her tight grip, aimed at the smugglers, ( she had refused to kill a member of their group who failed his mission, &. ironically : THE ACT OF KINDNESS WAS NOT TAKEN KINDLY! )

SHE WAS READY TO STRIKE AGAIN, : FIVE OF THE SMUGGLERS REMAINED. ( fierce side of her's on the show, now amidst battle. ) ... yet before she could move, a knife was thrown from behind her, striking down one of the remaining members right into the heart, THE AIM PERFECT, CALCULATED! this is enough to 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐂𝐔𝐒, making her look behind her, vhaal'krin's familiar presence entering her atmosphere. ( had he followed her? ) ... @demonswcb ' need a throat slitting? ' comes the suggestion, one that she should have expected : JUST AS SHE SHOULD EXPECT NO MATTER HER REPLY, HE'D DO IT. questions could wait, &. now her gaze focuses ahead, ❝ i should have counted on you not wanting to miss out on a possible fight. ❞ 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎, what it comes to the matter, ... though your morals might shine with different hues.

[shimmerbeasts]

؟ 😘

A Random Thought Passing Through My Head||Accepting.

Oh, Vhaal is a delightful, little toy.

Usually, I find my entertainment in the trapped souls in Hell or in Karlach's frustration, but this is such a cute little plaything to have on the side. Vhaal is practically pudding in my hands. All I have to do is smile, offer some vague remarks and half-truths and the poor, little drow falls over his own feet in an attempt to please me. I could probably convince Vhaal to crawl into a hellbeast's jaws and the fool would do so smiling.

Still, if he were just a fool, he would not be as interesting. Vhaal has such a delightful personality. Like most drow do really. Oh, they are so deliciously violent, and yet so very obsessed with rules, ranks and hierarchial conduct. It is a devil's paradise! So to have Vhaal be such an unpredictable, little ball of chaos in all that order... I should not enjoy this nearly as much, but I do love the messes, he gets himself into. Especially when I so often have the feeling that he oughta know better.

[storyhaunt-a]

kindness is not a trait that is drilled into the hearts and minds of matriarchs; it is not a thing that will keep you warm in the dark. kindness, in those winding and gnarled tunnels, in those caverns that reek of death and spider's blood, was more likely to lead you to your death than to your salvation. x'yra has long since familiarized herself with such a reality, inherited and long-since passed down by her foremothers, and no darkening of the mind and her memories could ever fully muffle that edge.

thusly, it is not kindness nor warmth which bodes her to stop, to give pause before the man entrapped — it is, perhaps, a much more dangerous thing, at least for those less capable than she; curiosity. and as she gazes upon vhaal, countenance distant and contemplative, she wonders, and she finds herself on the brink of inquiring —

" you! get me out of this damn thing! " vhaal demands, rather discourteously for a man in his position. such is the way of his ilk, she has to suppose.

whatever it was that had been on the tip of x'yra's tongue dies with the possibility of a simple mercy. the shift in her expression is brief, fleeting, easily missed; a flicker of vitriol swiftly blanketed by soft indifference. danger wrapped in spider's silk, doused and decorated in gossamer. drow folds clawed hands in front of her, the image of uplander respect and politeness, neither of which, @demonswcb will taste, she has any intention of actually delivering. " who is it that you think you are speaking to, exactly? " x'yra asks the spiderling before her, honeyed tone deceptive in its sweetness. " i know that it can't be me you are taking that tone with. i would consider asking again. "

[murderyn]

‘ a knife? are you flirting with me? ’

"i cannot help but wonder if you would still consider it flirting if i held the blade to your throat." her words are amused as she looks at the drow with arched brows. the knife in question is held carefully in her hand; offering it out to him. "it's the sussur dagger, i figure i can distract that necromancer with my amazing wit and charm, you stab him with this and he'll be silenced, at least for a bit." and then they can silence him forever. (fucking necromancers, man.)

[palespawn]

one of us is going to have to be bait .

it's not a prime situation to find themselves in; the enemy was much more formidable than they had, perhaps, given them credit for. and well, baiting them out wasn't his first choice, but desperate times and all that. astarion nods slowly at vhaal'krin's suggestion, before the other shoe drops. it's not a suggestion at all.

“   i― well, don't look at me! ” exclaimed a pinch too loud, and the vampire ducks his head to avoid being spotted. astarion frowns at the drow, desperately clutching at straws. he was the predator, not the prey. not bait. he's played that role well enough throughout the past two centuries. ugh. “   you can't be serious. i'm of better use in the shadows. place me out in the open and they might as well play target practice with my inevitably beautiful corpse. ”

[refabled]

@demonswcb : ❝ have you no smile for me? am i as fearful as all that? ❞

fable sighs, but guilt keeps any true semblance of frustration at bay. she glances up from where she's kneeling over the broken body of a small rabbit, attempting to heal its oddly twisted leg and grimacing at every minor whimper it lets out. poor thing. ❝ not fearful, no- you'll have to excuse me, vhaalkrin, you know I usually love our... ehm - back and forth? but this little guy needs my help and you're–– ❞

her brow furrows. the rabbit whimpers again and her concentration breaks. she's not strong enough for this. ❝ would you- can you... ❞ she bites her lip, glancing to him, something haunted in her gaze. ❝ i need some help. do you mind? ❞

DANCE WITH DRAGONS: accepting.

[silvertiefling]

gives her kibble

Give the muse an object and see how they react.

" C'mere you little bastard, I'm gonna turn YOU into kibble. "

[weavecalled]

Her intent; for all that it mattered; was to take out the goblin on the platform with a well timed Magic Missile. What happened, however, was as soon as the spell left her lips she felt the Wild Surge; then she felt her feet lift up off the ground- as well as shouts from the goblins as they too started to float.

"Fucks- sake!" Darci hissed, grabbing one of her throwing knives from her belt and threw it at the goblin instead; the momentum pushing her through the air until she hit into the side of an equally floating @demonswcb. "Vhaal!" Movement just to the side of them caught her eye. Goblin- "Behind you-!

WILD SURGE STARTERS -> MASS LEVITATION: all creatures in a 30ft radius, including yourself, levitate 6ft in the air - for two minutes.