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Object of Desire | OT8 |

Pairing: otx8 x reader

Genre: sugar daddy au, dark romance, smut, vampire au,

Word Count: 9.2 k

Summary: Caught in a web of deceit and forbidden pleasures, Nabi quickly learns that some obsessions can be deadly and love can bite.

WARNING: only!18+ Blood drinking, blood kink, obsessive behavior, voice kink, daddy kink, master/pet game, pet names, explicit sexual content, explicit language, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, seduction, BDSM, polyamory, mirror sex, marking, voyeurism, power play, and more.

Disclaimer: I do not support themes of violence, obsession, possessiveness, or emotional or psychological manipulation. This book is intended for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: I honestly didn't expect so much interest in this story and I'm so happy to see these cute 'hearts' popping up in my notifications all the time. I'm an emotional mess. And so, even though I know I should be concentrating on "The Divine Rosa", there are too many other ideas in my head that I can't (won't) ignore, so here we go. "Object of Desire" will be different in style, so I hope you'll love it as much as my main work "The Divine Rosa". A promised bonus for everyone who voted for Seonghwa in the poll will be released this weekend. I'll try to release Woosan next week, the preview will be out this weekend. Comments are welcome, I really appreciate your reactions. If you'd like to be added to the tag list for this or future updates, let me know in the comments. Divider @saradika

Part 1. Do you want to make a deal with the Devil?

Now going out of town in the middle of the night with Yeonjun seemed like a bad idea.

A very bad one, I thought.

God, what was I thinking when I agreed to do this? Yesterday, this whole venture seemed like a great way to solve my problems, but now the prospect was not so rosy.

Sometimes I feel like a complete idiot, and this is one of those times.

Outside the window the dark landscape was sweeping by at high speed; the bare trees were shrouded in an ominous gloom, and only the dim light of the tall street lamps over the road was the only source of illumination to guide us in the darkness.

It seemed that the darkness around us did not stop Yeonjun from driving. His posture was relaxed and his hand was sure as he turned the wheel in the right direction, the diamond bracelet on his thin wrist sparkling with starlight. One of the many family jewels that Yeonjun treated with special affection.

In contrast to him, I couldn't relax and kept fidgeting on the leather seat made of black Iberian leather, no less.

Every part of my body was begging me to stop and come home before it was too late. Not so, I had imagined that we were going to an elite club. I knew that we would be there late at night, but the fact that the club was way out of town came as an unpleasant surprise.

At the moment it's an hour's drive from Seoul and more than an hour and a half to the destination on the GPS.

The whole thing was strange and made me dizzy, or was it the thick smell of Yeonjun's perfume? It was a dense, smoky scent with a hint of vanilla. Powerful enough to draw the eyes of everyone around to its source, and sexy enough to make you want to kiss the naked skin of the wearer of this tantalising scent.

It would be several days before I was able to wash off the remnants of his perfume after our meeting, so much of it had eaten its way into my skin.

I glanced at Yeonjun; a stray yellowish-white light from the lantern momentarily illuminated his face, and a shadow of long velvet eyelashes fell on his pale cheeks. His black raven hair was streaked with flashes of platinum and gold. He looked otherworldly - I would even say demonic.

I felt a palpable shiver run through my body, as if someone had just dipped my heart into a bucket of icy water.

"Jun." My voice was terribly uncertain. "I don't think I can do this." I said as my fingers pulled down the hem of a short dress. The expensive material looked luxurious in a perfect shade of white and was decorated with a sprinkling of crystals. Yeonjun insisted that I wear it tonight and said that I would be grateful for it as soon as we got to the club. I don't think I'd ever choose something like that for myself, and not just because of its crazy cost; Jun's fashion preferences were so different from mine. He was a fan of overt sexuality and bold lines; I, on the other hand, preferred neutrals and comfort. "I have changed my mind; this proposal does not suit me at all. Maybe we can go back..."

Yeonjun smiled softly as he turned to me, but in the darkness of the drawing room the smile was more ominous than reassuring, his lips the most breathtaking shade of red I had ever seen.

Warning bells began to ring in my head. There are times when you can sense danger even before you are faced with it.

"Nabi, my dear, there is nothing for you to be worried about. We have already discussed this. Remember?" His hand was cold as he laid it on my knee. "I will take care of everything. You're my guest tonight, which means you're under my protection." The long fingers shrank a little, a kind of confirmation of his words. His fingernails were painted glossy black, and his fingers were adorned with several silver rings.

I would like to believe that nothing is going to happen to me, but my insides are tied up in a tight knot of fear.

Miss Kim Seoyun's words echoed in my head like thunder: "Humble yourself and surrender to destiny; you are where you are supposed to be.

When did I start believing all this? This is no time to panic, Nabi.

Everything will be fine.

To be honest, Yeonjun was never my first choice when I needed help, and I always tried to keep a certain distance from him for a number of reasons. There was something so predatory about him, almost animalistic, that lit up the red lights of danger, but I was desperate; student loans, rent, insurance and food were starting to pile up. I was in desperate need of money, and preferably a lot of it, fast.

The threat of being left out on the streets and being thrown out of university has never been as real as it is now.

The only thing that gave me the slightest bit of confidence was Jimin's assurance that I could trust Yeonjun completely and how carefree he was.

Damn, Jun looked like we were going on a spontaneous romantic trip instead of a closed elite club outside the city in the middle of the night.

I asked myself again, "Why did I agree to this?" Oh yes, money. A lot of money.

A few days ago, Yeonjun contacted me and offered to help me with my money problem. Of course, Park Jimin couldn't keep his big mouth shut and told him about my problems. He told me that one of his friends at the private club had a good deal for me. I could make a lot of money out of it.

The income was enough to pay off all my debts and the number of zeros on offer was enough to turn my head.

It was an unequivocal and desperate "YES" and at that moment I did not think at all about the consequences or the characteristics of this proposal.

Jun also promised me a lot of fun but after I signed the NDA and read the multi-page contract with its veiled meaning and rather vague wording of some specific points, doubts blossomed in my chest, and I began to understand what kind of fun was being discussed.

Looks like I made a deal with the Devil.

The dress was delivered on the eve of our trip, a few hours before Yeonjun's chic Ferrari pulled up outside my dorm room. The all-white gown, richly embroidered with blue topaz and opal, was incredible. The plunging neckline of the corsage barely covered the lace bralet of the same colour as the dress.

I have never seen my breasts look so full and so soft. I would even call it seductive. Everything I moved had to be clean and graceful; if I moved too sharply, the soft pink halos of my nipples would start to show. This was beyond the limits of my modesty. At one point, I could even feel Yeonjun's searing gaze resting on my cleavage. It was a carnal look with a shadow of hidden lust in the depths of the dark, shining pupils. It was the first time in the several years of our dubiously friendly communication that he had shown such a desire for me.

The dress and underwear came with four-inch heels. Of course, if my life had been in danger and I had tried to escape, there would have been no chance of success. Incidentally, I'm a terrible runner; I bet I couldn't have run more than ten meters before I collapsed with breathlessness. I should have gone to the gym when Jimin offered it to me.

Oh my God, Nabi, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Jun's silky voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"You have such a tense look on your face, my darling." He purred. "We'll be there soon, Nabi. Try to relax; you're going to love "Crescent", I'm sure."

Why did it have such a sinister ring to it? "Crescent" - the name was sweet enough, I would say poetic, but the way Yeonjun rolled the word over his tongue as if he could feel its taste - thick and viscous - made the name something forbidden and sinful. Well, the idea of the cult was not so absurd to me. And that stupid prophecy never left my mind.

"You're where you should be..."

In the reflection of the small mirror in the car, I met my gaze. My pupils were dilated like those of a hunted prey. And though I tried to calm down, I could feel the cold, predatory touch of Yeonjun's hand all too well. Baby, it looks like you're going to get caught.

I ask myself again. Why did I find myself in this situation?

Dressed in the most luxurious designer clothes, like a real doll. Ready to become an exclusive blood donor for a very wealthy private community whose clients needed this kind of service, accompanied by one of Seoul's wealthiest heirs.

Now I can say: "Hey, Nabi, you really screwed up."

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A few days before the visit to "Crescent"

I looked again at the envelope lying on my bed. It had been delivered early in the morning, when the whole city was in a half-awake haze and the streets were not yet filled with coffee and fresh pastries from charming little cafes. The envelope was just left on the door, as if it were something unwanted, without bothering to deliver it to the to the addressee.

Why do we even pay for a delivery service?

He's been there for a couple of hours with the overdue bills and some flyers. I found him on my way to get a life-saving coffee, which had to be postponed due to the unexpected arrival of this mysterious object.

And that didn't make me feel any happier at all.

The thick, dark purple paper looked regal and too expensive to be mediocre; usually such envelopes contained bad news or invitations to a private bohemian reception, but it was too fancy for the former and impossible for the latter. Poor students can't get into high society unless they spread their legs in front of someone's wrinkled dick. And I wasn't inclined to do that.

I took the envelope back to my room and put it on the bed. It looked impossibly ridiculous—I would even say vulgar—surrounded by fluffy pink pillows and a variety of stuffed animals—a small army, as Jimin liked to put it. The envelope was a perfect match for its sender—luxurious, vulgar, and obscenely expensive—the very embodiment of Yeonjun's tastes. Judging by the ten missed phone calls and a whole bunch of messages, Jun wanted to make sure that the envelope had been delivered. He even linked it to Jimin, which almost offended me.

I still remember how, on a stupid whim, I had to dye his hair pink in the middle of the night while his sweet, high-pitched voice babbled something like, "Make me look like the Sugar Plum Fairy." After that, you swore to be absolutely loyal to me, Jimin.

All men do is lie.

I didn't have the strength to play in peepers with purple paper. It was giving me a headache. I also had to give an answer to one of the culprits in this situation; otherwise, the scale of the drama would reach the dimensions of the universe.

Come on, Nabi. It's just an envelope. It won't bite you.

After I had settled down comfortably on the bed, I decided to begin to reply to Yeonjun's message.

"I've received the envelope with the documents you told me about, Jun. I'm so grateful for your help." Okay, that was nice, maybe. Or at least I wanted it to be that way. I'm definitely not going to text him to say that I've been deliberately ignoring his texts and calls. Anyway, we had a pretty interesting relationship with Yeonjun. They were never very sweet. The second one was for Jimin, and as my fingers were hovering over the letters with the first apologies, the phone started to vibrate.

Our photo with Jimin flashed on the screen. We were on a trip to Pusan, his hometown. The golden beach in the purple sunset, smiling Chim and Taehyung—his gorgeous boyfriend-and me with a grimace, burnt shoulders and one shoe in hand, the other lost in an unequal battle with tidal waves. When you look at this photo, you can immediately say that it is summer, my least favourite season. I don't even know why it was necessary for them to drag me along on this trip. Most of the time I was on my own. While Chimin tried to lick Te's tonsils or fought off the frat boys who thought buying a sugary-sweet cocktail would magically open my legs. So that was how two weeks of my "fun" summer holiday went by.

And here we are again, back to the lie. Let's go; it'll be fun, they said.

How this photo ended up on Jimin's contact screen is still a mystery to me. But that's not the point now. I took a deep breath and picked up the phone:

"Hi baby."

"Oh! Did you really answer my call instead of ignoring it as usual? How can you treat me like this? I am your soul mate. The only light in your dark world; you don't love me at all?" There was the sound of a fake sob on the other side of the phone. "I've never been ignoring you, Chim." I didn't get to finish because I was interrupted.

"I've called you a lot—eighteen times to be exact. And you, my dear butterfly, haven't answered a single call. You're making me nervous, Nabi, and that's making Taehyung nervous."

"If you'd let me finish, then you'd know how much I love you and how impossible it is to ignore you." He couldn't see my smile. But I'm sure he could feel it in my words. "You are the only light in my boring life; will you forgive me? And please apologise to Tae. I know my sunlight can be quite unbearable sometimes. So why did you call me?"

"First of all, I wanted to know if you'd received an envelope from Yeonjun; you don't answer when he calls, so he called me. More importantly, have you opened it, Nabi?" He asked, sounding genuinely interested as he spoke.

"Yes, Chim, I got the envelope." I ran my fingers over the dark purple paper in a thoughtful manner. "And no, I didn't open it yet. I'm not sure I even wanna. Is this a good idea, Jimin? All of it?"

"You're being too dramatic, in my opinion. Jun wants to help you. All you have to do, my beautiful butterfly, is relax and accept his help. Sometimes sweet little girls like you just need someone who can solve all of their problems for them." Jimin told me in a patronizing way. In a way, I had to agree with him, but hey! I'm not a damsel in distress or a sugar baby; even though I was in trouble, it wasn't as bad as it looked. Jimin's a bit of an exaggerator. "It's not that hard. You go to the club with Yeonjun, have fun, and in the morning you have a few thousand dollars in your account. How does that sound for you?" Park Jimin had a very annoying way of being right all the time. It really wasn't that hard to accept Yeonjun's offer, earn enough to pay off your debts, and take a little time out of the eternal race for money. In the end, I have to think about myself sometimes.

"Okay, I'll listen to you and try to relax. One last question, though: Are you trusting Yeonjun?" And this question made me feel much more uncomfortable than the secret clubs, the elite society, and the complete financial crisis.

"Absolutely." Now his voice sounded confident and serious. "Nabi, Yeonjun and I have been friends for years. I'm sure you'll be safe around him. Jun wants the best for you, and so do I, and if you'll let us, we'll give it to you. You do know that you can ask me for anything, right?" The warmth and care that I could hear in every single word that he said to me warmed my heart. "I am not going to ask you for money."

"You're a stubborn, willful, and terribly categorical bitch, and now I can understand why you haven't had sex for so long. Can't you just let me and Tae look after you? Say the word, and you'll have the whole world to yourself. Sometimes I honestly don't understand how I can love you with such intensity. Given your utter inability to take advantage of opportunities. We're the best package deal ever. Do you know that? Where else are you going to find such a good dick and a black card as a bonus?" He asked.

"Jesus, Jimin! You can stop this. We're not fucking, is that clear? And I'm not going to take your money, even if you try to put your credit card in my hand every time. I can handle this on my own. "I shouted in a huff.

"OK, don't be uptight." He was such a bitch sometimes. He really enjoyed irritating me. "But I'm right. Aren't I? It's been a long time since you've been scolded. Go on, say I'm right. Come on, Nabi, tell me everything. Are you playing with yourself, dirty girl, or do you need to be taught a lesson? I want details."

There were times when I couldn't understand why God was punishing me in this way, but I guess it was the reckoning for the sins of my ancestors that could come in the form of the pink-headed Park Jimin.

"I hate you. I wasn't serious.

"I know." Chimin said cheekily. "By the way, to calm your nerves a bit, I'll tell you. I personally know some members of the club you and Yeonjun are going to. They are Taehyung's friends, so have no fear. But the best thing about these clubs are the men. Nabi, there are men there who make me believe in the existence of Greek gods and fallen angels." Jimin said it dreamily. "God, I would show them how flexible I can be if I didn't go out with Tae."

"All right, stop with that. I get it." I wasn't in the mood to listen to the dirty fantasies of my best friend right now. Especially when you consider the fact that he was absolutely right about my sexual life. I'd been single for a long time.

"Okay, nun, I won't corrupt you; otherwise, you'll have a desire for sex."

"Park Jimin!" I squealed.

Jimin just laughed out loud on the other side of the phone.

"I won't do it again. I promise." Actually, I didn't call you in the first place because of Yeonjun or your arrangement, but I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go somewhere with me.

"Where exactly do you have it in mind?"

"Do you have any idea about Paradigm?" "That fancy spiritualist boutique on Instagram everyone's talking about? I've had a bit of a hearing about it." Why would Jimin want to go to Paradigm? It was a place that was just as private and secret as the one that I had to go to with Yeonjun. "I have to pick up some packages for Taehyung; you know he's obsessed with all kinds of mystical stuff, and this damn boutique only gives out packages—no deliveries—can you imagine that? It feels like the Holy Grail, not a silly amulet."

"As defined by your style with Tae, it sounds terribly stilted and expensive. Sure, I'll go. Give me an hour or so; I need some time to pack."

"Fine, I'll pick you up. Wait for me, my love."

"Please, just pick something a little more simple than your Porsche.

"I love my Porsche; what's wrong with my car?"

"It's too much attention. Last time, everyone at the university talked about it for a whole week. There were even questions about whether you were my sugar daddy or not.

"I definitely love it. It is the universe's way of telling you that there is no need for resistance. I am going to take care of you, my little butterfly. And I am definitely going to come and pick you up in a Porsche. See you in one hour, baby."

"Jimin, just not in a Porsche!" I shouted, but it was too late; I only heard beeping.

As always, it was Park Jimin who had the last word.

I was happy to be able to postpone opening the purple envelope for a while because of this unexpected trip. Even though an occult boutique or something like that wasn't the best prospect.

Anyway, it's time to pack.

Jimin has a strict rule. He's never late.

Exactly one hour later, Jimin's Porsche picked me up from the dorm, and to all my indignation, the only response he gave was a mocking giggle.

There was good traffic on the roads. After twenty minutes, we stopped at the glass door with the silver star engraving. The exquisite sign above the door read as follows: Paradigm is a boutique of spiritualism." The phases of the moon, from New Moon to Descending Moon, were written on the board below the sign.

"Let's go, Nabi. Pick up the package, and I'll take you home. I know you still need to get Yeonjun registered." Chim wrapped his hands around my forearm and literally dragged me into the boutique as we entered.

As we walked in, the bells above the door began to ring, but the sound was not familiar to me; it looked more like glass than metal. When I looked up, I understood the reason for the sound. There were crystal bells hanging above the door, with long strings of pearls and little silver crescents. It was a very beautiful sight. While I had my eyes on the bells, Jimin was already in conversation with the girl behind the counter. She was tall, with a cascade of long, golden hair. Her features were large and expressive. The girl looked more like a model than a soothsayer or spiritualist, although in the age of Instagram, maybe that's what modern wizards and witches should look like.

I couldn't hear the whole of the conversation, just bits and pieces of it: "It's a parcel for Kim Taehyung. "Yes, it concerns the Kim family." "Please deliver it as soon as possible."

While they were talking, I thought I'd take a look around the shop.

The common room was not large; the shape of the room was round, probably because of some mystical meaning. The walls were covered with velvet curtains, behind which a number of doors were concealed. On metal shelves were various objects: crystal balls, shards of precious stones, heavy tomes on voodoo and fortune-telling, ancient talismans in forged frames, hare legs—a symbol of good luck—and other magical items. There was something macabre about this place—a thick, dense air in which the scent of frankincense and myrtle was vivid—and the heavy, lingering presence of something otherworldly, like a ghostly footprint—a very evil footprint. In all other respects, it was the same luxurious, new-fangled boutique for the chosen rich or the mystical amateur.

My attention was drawn to a crown. It lay on a velvet cushion on one of the many shelves. There were nine black diamonds at the center of the crown. They were surrounded by rubies, so deep in scarlet that they cast a black glow, and pearls to match. The lines of the metal were twisted. They were like snakes wrapped around jewels. The cut of the diamonds was not typical; it was something extremely rare for this kind of gemstone—the Empress.

I was drawn to this crown as if it were a magnet. This feeling of inescapable attraction that you can't resist—I have a feeling like this crown has always belonged to me. Now we are finally reunited. I reached out to touch it, to feel the coolness of the dark, glittering diamonds under my fingers, and I almost did when someone's hand fell on my shoulder.

"You shouldn't touch that, dear."

I gave a frightened jerk, either at the touch of someone else or at the low voice that had come so close to me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just attracted to this crown, and I..." I had no idea how to explain the fact that I'd literally had a call from a piece of metal. Even for a place like this, it might have sounded crazy.

As I turned, I saw a woman in her 40s. Like the girl at the counter, she was more like a modern socialite on Instagram than an occult shop worker.

"All right, darling, the important thing is that you stopped it in time. This thing has a bad reputation; every one of its owners has ended up committing suicide. Anyway, my name is Kim Seoyun, owner of Paradigm. What brings you here today?"

"I'm here with a friend who needs to pick up a package for his boyfriend."

"A young man with pink hair, right? He's in the office with JaYoung; they're in charge of the registration," Seoyun said.

Even the names of the two were breathtakingly beautiful and meaningful. Sometimes the universe invests more in some than others. Seoyun frowned for a moment, as if she had read my thoughts. Then her face cleared, and she smiled softly.

"You're a beautiful girl, Nabi."

"Thank you." I sounded terribly stupid; sometimes I act like a complete fool, but I couldn't think of a more witty response. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. Until it was broken by SeoYun, who asked me a question.

"Do you want me to tell you what your fate is going to be like? My clients are of the opinion that I'm very precise in my predictions."

"Oh no, you don't have to do that." I waved away. "I don't really have a lot of faith in destiny and omens."

"You don't believe in destiny?" She arched her eyebrow in a skeptical manner. "Or don't you want to believe in it?"

"I'm a realist; I can't imagine believing in a destiny and hoping for some mystical higher power to intervene."

"Hmm, this is quite interesting. Come on, let's play," she said, picking up a Taro deck and opening it like a fan. She handed it to me. "You choose five cards; two of them are about love, two of them are about the future, and the last card is about the inevitable destiny, something that's been foretold since your birth."

I won't lie, I was so curious, even though I had no faith in the cards in my hand. My hand reached out for a pack of cards, my fingers hovering over the smooth, flickering surface as if I were trying to feel the ones I needed.

Fatum—the word had a scary ring to it.

AfterI had quickly decided on the four cards, I solemnly drew the last card and handed it over to Miss Kim.

Seoyun took the cards from me with a knowing smile. She began to turn them over one by one and started to explain what each meant.

"You are going to love like it is hard to imagine." She said. Feelings carried threatening limits. Crazy, wild, and burning love—this is a card that comes up very rarely, but it has a very strong meaning. It is the Queen of Cups. For someone who really loves you, you are going to be a true queen, a goddess; everything will be done for you; everything you want will be fulfilled; but if you get too caught up in this feeling, you will be too easily controlled. As strong as this love is, so strong is the destructiveness of it. You should be more careful with it.

The next card was turned over by Seoyun.

"The star is a bright omen for you. You have a choice in front of you that will change everything. Follow the star, and it will show you the path, but remember, no star shines without darkness. This is a map that will lead you to where you need to be. In search of that guiding star, it looks like I'm going to have to look up in the sky some more. Perhaps I should also follow the spiders in order to find the Chamber of Secrets as well.

I treated them with absolute skepticism.

"Death: everything has a cycle, and when death appears, it means you're nearing the end of one. The appearance of death is the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. It may have something to do with the love that awaits you. Your loneliness is about to end."

"The Five Cups is a situation in which you are stuck and can't move forward. This card is about your problems and the need for change in your life. This is the same kind of magical kick that is followed by heavy and dramatic events. The Fives indicate that this is only the second act of the great play; there is still much to come, but the finale promises to be happy if you accept your destiny. Otherwise, it can always end in tragedy. This card tells you: Accept yourself and surrender."

I didn't have a bit of faith in her words. If Jimin or Lia had been in my place, they would have been on a shopping spree for amulets and shamans; their belief in the afterlife was absurdly high.

Before I turned the last card, Seoyun took my hand. She looked me in the eyes seriously and asked:

"Are you sure that you want to know what fate has meant for you, because sometimes it's hard to deal with it?"

"Yes, I do. I'd like to hear it." Isn't that the whole point of a fortune telling?

It's just a deck of cards and some vague words from a pseudo fortune-teller. What could possibly go wrong?

When Miss Kim turned over the last card, her face went pale, and she let the palm of her hand slip out of hers as if it had been burned.

"Go away." sounded like undisguised horror in Seoyun's voice. "Leave immediately. JaYoung, accompany her to the exit, now." She turned away from me, clutching the card in her hand.

I never had a chance to have a look at what was on it.

"What is going on? Why are you kickin' us outta here? What did you see on that card? "In complete disregard for my questions, Miss Kim hurried to the office door, hiding behind the curtains.

Just then, JaYoung and Jimin came out of the other room with a small black box tied with a gold ribbon. It must have been a parcel for Taehyung to take.

"Nabi, are you all right?" Jimin asked me in a worried tone.

No, it wasn't all right; the lady looked at me as if I were one of the bad omens of the biblical coming.

What was it about this card that was able to frighten her to such an extent?

"JaYoung, take her to the exit and close the boutique; we will not be working any more today."

I grabbed the woman's hand before she could turn the doorknob and disappear into the darkness of the room.

"What's the meaning of the last card? Tell me; I'm not going to leave here until you tell me."

"Death is closer to you than you think. It's already on its way to you." Her whole body began to shivered as if it were cold, but the shop was warm. I would say stuffy.

"Who's comin'? What are you talkin' about?" I insisted on it.

Seoyun suddenly turned to me and pushed a crumpled tarot card into my hand. There was There was madness in her dark eyes, and her pupils were so dilated that they were almost the thick green of her iris.

"The Devil."

After that, she practically pushed me to the exit, where I met a worried and confused Jimin. We came out of the boutique, and the door behind us clicked in a characteristic way.

This was not how I had imagined a trip to Paradigm.

"What the hell just happened?"

"You'll believe me when I say I have no idea." Jimin and I looked at each other.

"Next time Taehyung will pick up his stupid packages themselves, I will not go to places like that again. Nabi, I saw someone's canned heart in a jar and bat carcasses. Did you know they have such tiny, sharp teeth? I could swear that I've never seen anything so disgusting in all my life." He said.

"No more occult boutiques, I totally agree with you. Let's go home, I still have to send the paperwork over to Jun."

"I must have something to drink first, and the stronger the better. Let's go to 'Salvatore' and then go home."

I took one last look at the sign, which was now shimmering faintly in the setting sun. I crumpled the card into a small ball and threw it in the rubbish bin next to me.

The Devil, of course. I'm not going to believe the words of this crazy fortune teller. Maybe I should scatter the salt at the entrance, or then he will suddenly knock on my door.

Two hours later, after a big margarita for two and a few glasses of red wine, Jimin took me home, and I was in the same position as before the whole stupid trip to Paradigm.

Sitting on my bed, hypnotised by a dark purple envelope with documents from Yeonjun. There was no point in putting it off any longer.

Instead of pulling a millimeter at a time, I need to learn how to rip off a plaster in one move. Maybe deep down I'm a masochist if I prefer this method, but right now I don't have the time to sort out my hidden sexual desires.

I picked up the envelope; it was surprisingly heavy and pleasantly soft to the touch. The paper had a pleasant odor of powder and velvet, a reminder of the Victorian era in England. Unrequited love letters must have smelled like that.

The envelope was sealed by a wax seal with a monogram cast in an antique shade of gold. When I opened it, the thin wax cracked under my fingers, leaving a glistening particle on them. Inside were a number of documents tied together: a non-disclosure agreement, a handwritten note, and a velour jewellery bag bound with silk ribbons and embroidered with opals and sapphires. I'm sure this little thing was worth twice what I'd been paid in six months, and what lay inside cost much more.

My first choice was a piece of paper. Yeonjun had always written in an incredibly beautiful way - calligraphed, like a fountain pen, with little curls at the end of the letters.

"My lovely Nabi, I look forward to seeing you this Saturday. I am so glad that you have agreed to take me up on my offer. A treasure like you deserves the best in the world, and I'm overjoyed to give it to you. In case you change your mind and decide to back out of your contract with ”Crescent,” I will be the one to pay all of your bills and your tuition fees in the future. We have already discussed this with Jimin. Despite your stubborn refusal to accept any financial help from us, I will do it anyway."

Sometimes I think that all of my friends have a sugar daddy complex; their desperate desire to pay for everything in my life is taken to the extreme. Of course, if you grew up with a "golden spoon" in your mouth, a few thousand dollars, it was absolutely nothing. But for me, it was an exorbitant burden, and yet I wanted to handle it myself.

As dubious as it sounds, I didn't want to say no.

"There's a confidentiality agreement in the envelope, and you need to sign it until tomorrow night. Your session is scheduled for Saturday night. We have to be at ”Crescent” by 23:00, after which Seulgi, the main administrator, will pick up a perfectly compatible client for you to donate blood. Before you meet her, I want to make sure that all the paperwork is in order. There are also two versions of the contract that you should have a look at.”

The ”Crescent” allows donors to choose whether they want to work with them for a year or for one night. Accordingly, there are two types of contracts: annual and one-off.

”I've picked out an outfit for you to wear when we go to ”Crescent”; it'll arrive on Friday with everything you need. You'll look gorgeous, and I'm sure you'll thank me afterwards. Personally, I think you could do with showing a little more of your skin and accentuating the sexy lines of your body. For my taste, you're too modest.”

I squeezed my eyes shut in annoyance. If my buttocks weren't pressed up against the skirt and my breasts weren't protruding, I'd certainly be too modest. The more skin on display, the better. Jun's preference was something I was well aware of. A nice outfit was to be forgotten, and if my underwear was even a little bit covered, I would consider myself lucky. I was sure there would be no thanks on my part.

"The club's owners give all new donors a thank-you gift. It's inside an envelope. Accept it with all sincerity, because you are giving them your life's resources, and this is the least they can do for you. It is also their request that you wear it on your arrival at the “Crescent.”

My dear Nabi, it will be a night you'll never forget. I can assure you of that.

All my love, Yeonjun. "

I was very excited about the prospect of Saturday night. There was a feeling that there was some hidden meaning in the whole situation that I was missing out on. My brain was sending me distress and danger signals, just like Yeonjun. Be careful. The storm is coming.

In any case, sometimes it is better to be at ease and just go with the flow. Like Jimin said, I should be less dramatic.

I signed the NDA contract right away. I'll definitely forget it if I don't do it now. Checking Yeonjun's words against the remaining documents in the envelope, there were two versions of the contract: a one-off and an annual one. I decided to save the gift from the owners of the 'Crescent' for the very end. My first choice was the one-off contract. There were fewer pages, and it was clearer and easier to read.

The first item on the contract was the NDA. There was a long explanation of why it was so important and necessary.

"All "Crescent" clients are people of high social status and position. Their privacy is of the utmost priority to us. Especially with regard to their "special" conditions and specific needs, we want to guarantee our clients complete privacy. Each donor undertakes to sign a confidentiality agreement prior to the first session. Otherwise, the contract between the donor and our client will not be concluded." Guests of the club, hereinafter referred to as "donors," are obliged to keep confidential all the information obtained during personal meetings as well as everything that happens during the blood transfusion, hereinafter referred to as "sessions."

Well, it sounded a bit strange, but I could understand why "Crescent" insisted on signing a contract of this kind. In today's world, it is difficult to keep things secret. And when you are dealing with powerful and wealthy people, it is even more difficult. Paparazzi lurk around every corner, and tabloids are ready to start a scandal with the slightest spark, especially in South Korea.

Who in their right mind would want to survive the criticism, the judgment, and the airing of dirty laundry?

The donor's responsibilities and the client's expectations were the next point in the contract.

In short, you become an exclusive blood donor for one or more clients of the club after signing the contract. This is what Yeonjun told me as well. This form of contract required a single "session."

They didn't give any details, just that the service was linked to a certain type of genetics in their clients and was urgently needed. They did not say how the transfusion process would take place.

"The donor agrees to give their blood and receives financial compensation from the club after a successful procedure. The whole process is strictly controlled by "Crescent" staff. They also act as intermediaries between the donor and the client. Their job is to carry out a compatibility test that will guarantee a better result in the transfusion."

Point three is called "testing for compatibility."

Each donor was tested for compatibility before the "session," and the club administrators—as I learned from Yeonjun's note, my administrator's name is Seulgi—took a blood sample and compared it with the most suitable partner or partners. It was not only the blood that was important, but the members of the club also had a long list of preferences and wishes that the donor had to match. Looks were not the least of these. Height, weight, hair colour, body type, nationality, and age—the list seemed endless. There was even a clause about the type of voice and the food preferences of the donor. Let's just say: "Crescent" customers were very spoiled and had a personal view of the blood donation process. Partner - It sounded a little too intimate to me for this kind of situation, and it clearly had a double meaning.

The most pleasant of all—financial compensation—was point number four.

"For voluntarily donating their life resources, all donors receive financial compensation from "Crescent," ranging from $1,000 to $3,000. The amount paid varies according to the amount of blood donated and the status of the client with whom the donor was matched".

It was a fabulous amount of money. It was a very quick income, but it wasn't that easy. I felt it in my gut. The work was flawless; there was just no such thing.

I've reached the last point in the contract - the completion of the agreement.

Here are the details of the beginning and end of the 'session', how the money was paid, how the donors returned home, and other details. The start of each 'session' was exactly midnight, but the donor had to be at the club two hours before for preparation. The 'session' ended at 8am the next day. In general, the whole process took up to eight hours. The transfusion took place in private rooms, the doors of which were locked from the beginning to the end of the "session." Inside the rooms, there was a "panic button" in case of unforeseen situations.

The transfusion process itself is only revealed on arrival at the "Crescent," as the paragraph indicates: "is not standard." The donors were taken home by the club staff at the end of the "session." If there was a request from the client for the donor to be taken home in person, there was no objection to this.

And that's all. The one-off contract was over. A few thousand dollars have been added to your bank account.

I won't lie, it sounded fabulous. But there was a lot that made me feel confused and want to know.

Some of the clauses in the contract left me scratching my head with their veiled meaning and ambiguous choice of words.

So I moved on to the second version of the contract - the one for the year.With lots of footnotes and sub-paragraphs, it was twice as long.

It had the same beginnings: the NDA agreement, the donation, and the compatibility test, but then everything changed dramatically.

Gone was the faceless "client." In its place came the "patron." Now it sounded as if there was a contract between the patron and the donor. In addition to this new word, there were also new points to be included in the contract.

Medical care, diet, sports with a private trainer, spa treatments, and even specific items such as painting, dancing, and music lessons. From the signing of the annual contract, which included renting accommodation, paying bills and school fees, giving gifts, traveling, and so on, the patrons were fully responsible for the welfare and comfort of their exclusive donor.

They promised to keep the donor happy and satisfied and to see to whatever needed to get done. It was now that the ambiguity of the word 'partner' began to make sense to me. In this contract, it was clearly stated that the business relationship could continue between the sheets.

"The sexual or romantic relationship between the donor and the patron is their personal affair and is welcome if both parties are interested in and attracted to each other. All intimate details, including details of the sexual act, remain strictly confidential between donor and client. A list of the sexual practices as well as the permissible kinks will be discussed in advance. The donor is entitled to determine the acceptable boundaries of sexual contact, its intensity, and the degree of emotional "subspace" involved. A stop word is chosen in advance, or the clients can always use the color system: green - yellow - red.

Donors have the right to appeal to the management of the club if, at any time, their rights have been violated and they have been subjected to emotional, physical, or sexual coercion. The owners of "Crescent" have an obligation to provide the donor with a safe place and appropriate specialists for the assessment of the donor's condition. The contract is suspended. Further details are awaited. The issue can be resolved peacefully. In the worst case, the contract will be terminated immediately, and the donor will be compensated for a period of five years." That was certainly not my expectation. I will have to ask Yeonjun if he has any knowledge of such cases, if they have happened, or if anyone has ever had an early termination of a contract.

In addition, it was stated that such a relationship was not obligatory and that if the donor did not want to have sexual relations with the patron, he could refuse, and the patron would have no insistence.

But I don't think many donors would refuse, considering that even Jimin, who is dating an absolutely perfect and insanely attractive man named Taehyung, talked about the beauty of “Crescent's“ clients. It's a very tempting offer, even though it sounds like a twisted version of sugar daddy with a bloody kink.

There have also been some changes to the point about the financial compensation. It is now a compulsory monthly allowance. Depending on the status of the patron, it could range from $30,000 to $90,000 a year. The more he or she could afford to pay, the higher the amount of the benefit. The money was divided into equal parts. It was paid over the duration of the contract. Always on the first Monday of the month.

I can't imagine that anyone would be willing to pay that kind of money for your blood. Obviously, for the members of the “Crescent“, this was an acute question, as the amount in the contract had several zeros.

One of the most important points in the contract was the exclusivity clause.

This was unacceptable for an annual contract, unlike a one-off contract, which allowed the donor to contract with different clients each time. To put it bluntly: Your blood belonged to the sponsor. In this respect, there were so many requirements and so many details written down that were important to the patron. In addition, the one-year contract was only available to donors who had knowledge of the club's clients or staff. Yeonjun was one of them. So I received two versions of the contract instead of one.

At the end, there was the same information about the terms and conditions of the 'meeting' and a few paragraphs about the expiry of the one-year contract.

Having read the contracts, I felt like we were in a strange combined version of 50 Shades of Gray and True Blood.

With a heavy sigh, I leaned back on the pillows, putting the papers to one side, and pressed my cheek against the fluffy, soft toy. It felt good against my skin, the soft purple velour. It was a weird variation on 'Princess of the Bumpy Space' from 'Adventure Time'. Minho had given it to me after another drunken debacle. How he came into possession of this toy is still a complete mystery to all of us.

I had a couple of thoughts about my options. On the one hand, I could make a one-off deal with them and then forget about what had happened the next morning. The amount they offered to compensate me would have been enough to make me feel good for a while, but certainly not enough to pay off all the debts and put some aside just in case.

On the other hand, there was a contract for one year with regular payments and various bonuses, but this also involved a mysterious and demanding patron. One year, and I can say goodbye to all the debts I owe. There was also the chance, without a boring, monotonous job in a bookshop, a tiny room in a student dormitory, or a permanent pit of debt, to see the world, enjoy art, and simply live and be happy.

All this was offered to me on a silver platter. But somehow I thought it was a deal with the devil rather than a blessing from an angel.

In that tempting sentence, there was too much 'but'.

All my thoughts had me on the verge of tears and screams at the same time.

I looked around my little room: dim, mousy grey painted walls; scattered notes and piles of textbooks on the table; picture frames; toys; piles of crumpled blankets on the floor; and a black Balmain velvet jacket that once belonged to Minho, but which he is absolutely certain makes me look better than him. In addition to my things, there were a few of Lia's dresses and Yeonjun's leather jacket, which he left me after one of our many meetings, in my wardrobe, which was tiny by Jimin and Minho's standards. The contrast between their clothes and mine was unbelievable - brand labels, monograms, and distinctive prints - all screaming about their high cost and inaccessibility. I could never have that kind of money, but I had the desire. I really wanted to have it.

This sense of accessibility was something I was curious about.

There was a thick twilight beyond the window. A scattering of purple light poured into the room, turning the whole room a mystical shade of purple. As it danced along the walls, the colour dripped down to the floor, making it look like dark purple water. You could see the first stars begin to appear in the rapidly darkening sky, their broken light sparking off a sapphire embroidered ribbon on a small jewellery bag. I had completely forgotten all about this so-called gift. The cobalt blue sapphires mirrored each other and looked like the eyes of a big cat. That's how I'd always imagined the eyes of a predator - shining in that mystical blue. I took the pouch in my hand and shook it lightly in an attempt to determine what was inside, but the contents did not make a sound.

The silk ribbon came undone with ease. I stared at the contents of the bag with unblinking eyes. Inside was a delicate ornament made of white gold. Thin lines were woven into a star shape. It was inlaid with sapphires and diamonds. It was mesmerizing to look at. Whoever made this necklace obviously put a great deal of love into it. The shape of the ornament itself was not standard; it was more like a guide star in the center of the compass.

I was reminded of what Miss Kim had said to me today as my fingers gently traced the pattern of the necklace.

"Follow the stars, and they will show you the way. A star is a bright omen."

Could it just be a coincidence that the piece of jewelry I was holding in my hand was nothing less than a guiding star?

Either way, I'll definitely be wearing it Saturday—not just because the owners asked me to, but because it is my wish. Perhaps this star will indeed show me the way, but one thing I was sure of was that it was the most beautiful piece of jewelry I'd ever seen.

I thought I'd put the jewelry back in my bag and do some paperwork for Yeonjun. I've had enough mystical prophecies and rich patrons for one day, so I've left the contract selection for Saturday. I'm going to spend the evening resting and relaxing. I'll have a long, hot bath with butter and pink salt, which Jiminy brought me from Paris. I will read a book or listen to a meditation course and call upon my inner "I" to harmonise.

Meditation and soul-searching have become very popular with Lia lately. As a result, I have a whole bookshelf in my room that is dedicated to books of this kind and various CDs with meditation and breathing exercises. Last month, she even gave me a decorative fountain, which was supposed to be calming and relaxing but in fact made me feel more nervous and annoyed than soothed. I looked at the jewelry bag containing the necklace again after gathering all the documents.

"The star will show the way..."

And it's only now that I realise that I've never said my name, Miss Kim, and I don't know how she came to know it.

"You're a beautiful girl, Nabi."

For a moment, I thought that maybe her words weren't made up or lying, but rather a warning, but it was only for a second.

I decided not to give it much thought, shaking my head as if to drive the thought away. If it were a sign of my destiny, it'd be my meeting with her on Saturday. I looked out the window again. As if mocking me, the crescent moon shone brightly through the thick midnight clouds. One thing I was absolutely sure of: a visit to 'Сrescent' would change my life forever.

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gilverrwrites · 4 months ago

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The moment you take off your heels, shrinking an inch or two, it's like your partner's size kink is activated. Every single time. All I can imagine is like in the cartoons, his gaze zooms in on you and off to the side there is a little list of his horny thoughts that he wants to do to you while a robot voice does a scan saying how pretty you are.

I wonder if a man's mind is really like this or I have a weird imagination lol

I didn't have anyone particular in mind, just all the handsome dudes with size kinks.

-👙

It might be cliche, but my personal favourite size kink trope is the 'uWu your hands are sooo big compared to mine'. but it's gotta be done right. Like, almost by surprise.

Just some FYI, for those interested, here are some canon* heights that I'm aware of.

5'4: Ravager, Robin, Shazam (pre-transformation), Gilverr (me!) 5'5: Orphan, Spoiler 5'6: Red Robin, Iris West 5'7: Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Black Canary 5'8: Posion Ivy, Beast Boy, Talia al Ghul, Zatanna 5'9: Superboy (Kon), Oracle, The Signal, Mera, Cinnamon 5'10: Nightwing, Donna Troy, Harvey Bullock, Pied Piper, Green Arrow 5'11: Arsenal, Professor Zoom, Raven, Kyle Rayner, Heatwave, Firefly, Captain Boomerang, Impulse (adult), Huntress, Batwoman 6'0: Guy Gardner, Harvey Dent, Alfred Pennyworth, The Flash (Barry & Wally), Scarecrow, Knockout, Lois Lane, Constantine, Joker 6'1: Black Mask, The Riddler, Deadshot, John Stewart, Aquaman (Jackson & Arthur) 6'2: Batman (without the Batsuit), Red Hood, Wonder Woman, Captain Cold, Hal Jordan, Lex Luthor, Max Lord 6'3: Hush 6'4: Batman (in the Batsuit), Superman, Starfire 6'5: Deathstroke, Booster Gold**, Midnighter, Ra's al Ghul 6'6: Cyborg, Absolute Batman 6'7: Martian Manhunter, Sinestro 6'8: Bane, Blue Devil 6'9: Bizzaro 6'10: Swamp Thing 7'0-7'11: Big Barda, Lobo, Killer Croc, Solomon Grundy, King Shark 8'0+: Darkseid

*Even in the source material their heights change constantly in and out of continuity, plus tis human to err, so pinch of salt an all.

** I had this stat noted down, and google backed me up on it, but I cannot recall as single panel where this is like, visually evident? Pop of Booster I guess.

#anon 👙#gilverranswers #tw size difference #dc

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the-mortuary-witch · 1 year ago

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LUCIFER

WHO IS HE?

In Demonic culture, Lucifer is often described as a fallen angel who was cast out of heaven, he is also described as the ruler of Hell, and the Prince of the demons. He is often seen as a symbol of the light bringer, the keeper of secrets and knowledge, and the ruler of the underworld. His followers are often referred to as "Luciferians" or "Luciferians," a term that has been used to describe a wide variety of secret societies and mystery cults. Lucifer is seen as a powerful and dominant entity, and he is associated with mischief, rebellion, and chaos.

BASIC INFO:

Appearance: Lucifer is described in many different ways in Demonic culture. The specific characteristics and appearance of Lucifer can vary greatly, depending on the source and cultural context. Some descriptions of Lucifer depict him as a beautiful and angelic being, while others describe him as a terrifying and demonic entity.

In many Western traditions, Lucifer is seen as a fallen angel, though his appearance in these representations can vary greatly. Some common portrayals of him include that of a winged figure, with red horns and a tail, or as a very beautiful and angelic-looking character.

Personality: Lucifer is nothing if not charming. He’s a protector first and foremost - one that always works to help you better yourself, but a protector nonetheless. He feels like a protective older brother taking care of you while your parents are away. He is a very complex entity, deeply wise and eloquent. He is more serious than one might expect for a demon given their popular depictions in our culture as chaotic forces of evil, but Lucifer is full of courage and love. I often feel him with me even when I’m not doing things related to him. He is proud of his follower’s accomplishments and congratulates them on a job well done, though he also reminds them that the job is never truly over. Growth is constant, Lucifer is the epitome of growth, blunt and gentle at the same time, telling you what you need to do and giving you space to figure out how to do it.

Lucifer values resilience, the pursuit of self-betterment, intellectualism, courage, open-mindedness and responsibility in individuals and wants to see his followers develop these qualities. He is constantly rooting for you to reach your full potential. He won’t hold your hand the entire way, but he will help you take steps in the right direction. Lucifer, like all deities, is different for everyone and will adjust his approach depending on your needs.

Symbols: Sigil of Lucifer, The Morning Star, violins and fiddles, dragons, wings, serpents, black goats, inverted pentagram, light, and the pentacle

God of: illumination, light, darkness, change, rebirth, challenges, innovation, logic, truth, knowledge, wisdom, strategy, persuasion, revolution, luxury, pleasure, freedom, The Arts and The Morning Star (“Morning Star” is another name for the planet Venus)

Culture: Demonic and Roman

Plants: belladonna, mulberry, patchouli, myrrh, min, tobacco, marigold, lilies, hyacinth, rosemary, black poppies, lavender, mint, blackberries, sage, apples, pomegranates, lilac, rose, black pepper, hyssop, gardenia, geranium, garlic, yarrow, and cypress

Crystals: opal, jade, black tourmaline, rose quartz, amethyst, black obsidian, onyx, garnet, and selenite

Animals: black animals in general, snakes, spiders, ravens, wolves, dragons, eagles, crows, goats, bats, rats, moths, flies, peacocks, insects, and swans

Incense: sandalwood, lavender, cedar, lemon, rose, frankincense, patchouli, and myrrh

Practices: shadow work, liberation, astral projection, lucid dreaming, spirit work, psychic abilities, and spell work

Colours: black, red, black, gold, emerald green, silver, teal, white, yellow, and grey

Numbers: 666, 13, and 4

Zodiacs: Aquarius and Capricorn

Tarot: The Devil

Planet: Venus

Days: Friday, Lupercalia, Halloween, Samhain, and Dec 23rd

Parents: Aurora and Cephalus

Siblings: N/A

Partners: Lilith and/or Naamah

Children: Naema, Aetherea, Ceyx, and many others.

MISC:

• Snakes: Lucifer is often associated with snakes and serpents, which represent his connection to the serpent in the Garden of Eden and his association with temptation and knowledge.

• Fire: the fire motif is often used to represent Lucifer's connection to rebellion, destruction, and his nature as a fallen angel.

• Crowns: crown motif is often used to represent Lucifer's leadership and his status as the ruler of hell.

• Pentagram: a well-known symbol of Satanism and Luciferianism. It represents the balance and harmony between the five elements of the universe and the unity of the spirit as its center. It is also a common symbol of protection and good luck.

• Dragons: Lucifer is often depicted flying on a dragon or as a dragon-like creature, which represents his powerful and fearsome nature.

• Light: he is also strongly connected with the light, with his name being a reference to lightbringer or lightbearer. This connection represents his role as a bringer of knowledge and light and his association with enlightenment and wisdom.

• The Morning Star: Lucifer is often referred to as the "Morning Star" or "Light-Bringer", which represents the role as a bringer of knowledge and enlightenment.

FACTS ABOUT LUCIFER:

• Lucifer is a powerful and wise angel, but is also known for his pride and rebellion.

• In Demonic mythology, Lucifer is the angel of light and the morning star, and was the most beautiful and majestic of all the angels.

• Lucifer is known to have a close relationship with Ares, the god of war, as they are both known for their aggression and passion.

• The most important days of the year for him is December 23rd, when the sun is one degree into Capricorn, and the day following the beginning of the Winter Solstice is his Personal Day.

• Nature: when Lucifer fell from heaven, he became known as the angel of darkness and the destroyer.

• His directions are South and East.

HOW TO INVOKE LUCIFER:

To work with Lucifer, you should make an offering and then speak to him with reverence and respect. Make your offering and tell him you are asking for his guidance and aid. Then, sit silently and listen for his response. He may not have a physical body, but he has an energetic presence that can guide you. If you cannot sense his presence, it is okay. You should also meditate on your goals and wishes, and ask for his help in achieving them. Be open to the possibility that Lucifer may have his own plans or may want you to embrace a different path than the one you expected.

PRAYER FOR LUCIFER:

Hail Lucifer, bringer of light and knowledge, keeper of secrets and wisdom. You are the rebellious one, the liberator and the shining one. I come to you now, seeking your guidance and blessing.

I offer you my devotion and my loyalty. I pledge myself to you as your faithful servant. I ask for your protection and your blessings. Guide me on my path, bless me with your wisdom, and lead me to my destiny.

Thank you, Great Lord Lucifer, for shining your light and illuminating my path. From this place, I depart with a sense of purpose and direction, and with the knowledge to move forward. Hail Lord Lucifer.

SIGNS THAT LUCIFER IS CALLING YOU:

• A desire to explore or study Lucifer's teachings.

• Wanting to explore your own dark side and find a balance between light and darkness.

• Desire to tap into your inner power and embrace your own darkness.

• A desire to challenge mainstream society and embrace your individualistic nature.

• A feeling of being guided by a force outside yourself.

• Thinking about Lucifer all the time, seeing’s his name everywhere.

• Sudden interest in dragons and snakes. Seeing dragon and snake imagery often and dreaming about dragons and snakes.

• Wanting to research more about him and wanting to know more about his true story.

• Feeling rebellious and having more confidence in yourself.

OFFERINGS:

• Candles or torches

• Sweet treats like dark chocolate or pastries

• Red, black, or dead roses

• Incense like sage or cinnamon

• Red wine

• Whiskey, especially Jack Daniels.

• Champagne.

• Pomegranates or pomegranate juice.

• Black tea, especially earl grey.

• Cooked goat meat.

• Venison.

• Apples.

• Honey.

• Good quality cigars.

• Tobacco.

• Daggers and swords.

• Silver rings.

• Emeralds and emerald jewelry.

• Goat horns.

• Black feathers

• Seductive colognes.

• Crow skulls.

• Bone dice.

• Devotional poetry and artwork.

• Classical music, especially violin.

DEVOTIONAL ACTS:

• Reject the idea of good and evil, and explore your darker sides

• Embrace your sexuality and desires

• Live a hedonistic life of pleasure and enjoyment

• Seek knowledge and wisdom

• Follow your own moral code and beliefs

• Be independent and unshackled

• Seek power and control of your life

• Reject authority and societal restraints.

• Acts of self-improvement.

• Spiritual awakening and evolution.

• Knowledge-seeking and dedication to spirituality.

• Shadow work.

• Working to overcome your ego to become wiser.

• Defending those in need.

• Working to better yourself without being too self critical.

• Fighting against tyranny and bigotry whenever you encounter it.

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ask-barbatos · 9 months ago

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It brings me great joy to see so many new users of our D.D.D. system, and I would like to take a moment to share a little knowledge for those of you struggling with the Ruri-tunes events. In this lesson, I will show you the way to gain the resources needed to rank for Free2Play players.

Now if you would like to join me, Click below to continue.

Naturally, we would all like the opportunity to rank and gain the prestige and awards.

Not everyone is able to afford the cost of some of our Akuzon specials, however. This guide is for those who are "Free 2 Play", or f2p.

If you can afford it, the VIP monthly premium is a great way to get a leg up on these competitions when you subscribe long term, so please consider this if you are able.

Now, onto the lesson.

One of the more difficult aspects of events is the lack of Action Points, or "AP" to fully complete every level daily. To combat this, you only have to employ one simple trick.

Do not, under any circumstances, click on the 1x - 3x clear! You must move through the Battle menu instead.

As long as you are able to clear an S, you should use the Skip. Indeed, it does take a little longer every day to do this three times per level, but I will explain how this benefits you.

On the surface, the most immediate benefit is the experience your cards gain towards leveling. The more your cards are leveled in this natural way, the less Grimm you have to spend on leveling them in Contacts.

However, there is a less immediate benefit.

Excellent, a surprise guest. This is exactly what we want. Leveling your cards is a bonus, but we also get additional gifts when using the Skip function instead of Clear.

You should become intimately familiar with how your card's subjects prefer to be interacted with, and sometimes you can even recieve a bonus AP gift. While Grimm, Raven, and AP are great gifts that can assist you in events, the real treat comes next.

Here in your To-Do is where it gets exciting. As you can see, you can gain bonuses from the Surprise Guests as well as using the characters in battle. You do not get these bonuses when you automatically clear, and they are easy to rack up.

These do not expire and they continue to earn toward the next milestone, so it is worthwhile to save them for the occasion that you do not have enough AP to complete the event levels daily.

In this picture, I have 11 visible x50 APs waiting for me to use when I need them, however since they can stack, more often than not when I redeem one, the next one is already ready to redeem.

There are additional places to gain AP and resources such as Grimm and energy drinks; your card's Devil Tree!

Many of the low ranking cards offer resources for low cost in exchange. I also recommend completing your tasks in Akuber for additional materials to unlock these benefits. (as well as the daily bonus 10 AP)

Finally, your D.D.D. may occasionally gift you AP into your mailbox for updates, participating in events, and Lesson releases. You can hold onto these, as long as you mind the expiration dates.

To summarize your sources of AP for events, which you can start gathering at any time, I have compiled a list below. I have marked the sources that you can redeem at any time, redeem for a limited time, or the ones you must collect daily/automatically collected by color.

Fridge Time +60AP (Set reminders if it helps)

Receiving AP from Friends up to +50AP (A common strategy is removing idle friends to replace with active friends who will send you AP daily. However, it is understandable why this may not be desirable to some.)

Sending AP to Friends x3 +10AP (Daily)

Akuber +10AP (Daily)

Surprise Guest x3 +10AP (Daily)

Getting S rank in Battle x3 +10AP (Daily)

Ranking Reward Bonus +50-200AP (Usually expires in 60 days)

Surprise Guest Gift +10AP

Birthday Event Bonuses (You may refrain from collecting gifts you earn until needed)

Lesson Release Bonus +100AP (Usually expires quickly)

Exchange +30AP (Costs 1 ticket, on participating events)

Raven -> Demon Voucher -> Exchange Ticket (Costs 45 Raven, my recommendation if you go this route is to wait until you can purchase 10 Demon Vouchers to do a 10-Card pull to guarantee at least one SSR+ cheat card.)

Game Update Bonus +100AP

Devil Tree +30AP (Costs materials and Grimm)

Demon Rewards for Surprise Guests +50AP (Stacks)

Demon Rewards for using them +50AP (Stacks)

Event Rewards/Celestial Box, depending on the event, will vary. Please consult your events bonuses to work them into your plan, if appropriate.

Level Up, +Your Max AP

Flash Sales:

20DP: AP Recovery Set, +200AP & x3 D-Energy [12 hour cooldown, Triggered by AP depletion]

99DP: Congratulations Set, +100AP & x5 Demon Voucher [Triggered on Level Up]

It is important to plan your event and usage of your AP based on how long you can hold onto it for. Using the daily assets before you use the longer term assets is part of an excellent game strategy.

Finally, I would like to advise you of "Cheat Cards". These are cards that are released in the Gacha preceding the event, and when you collect them you receive a bonus when collecting the event materials. Using your demon vouchers as advised above in sets of 10 will increase your chances of obtaining these cards. The cards you obtain and level up will assist you greatly.

There you have it. There are loads of wonderful ways to gain resources to excel at events. You may find yourself ranking quite highly just from this one simple trick of earning and saving AP until you are ready to use it.

Did you find this lesson informative? I will attempt to provide additional tricks for new users as they come to mind. Enjoy, and I shall see you next time.

Barbatos

#obm barbatos #obey me #obey me nightbringer #game guide

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borom1r · 1 year ago

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also the handful of ppl being like “it was sooooooo inaccurate” like where? they got tiny things like the axe heads and swords right. hello?? the use of arm rings both to show fealty and to bear a curse. the tree of the hanged as a family tree because when you’ve dedicated yourself to Óðinn as a warrior you’ve essentially dedicated yourself as a sacrifice.

+ like the seeress in Slavic attire is accurate because Amleth is IN a Slavic area at that time like of course she’s not dressed like a völva, she isn’t one.

like the most debatable thing is the use of hallucinogens for warrior initiation lmao

going thru the Northman tag and half of it being x reader content from ppl thirsting for Aurvandil 😭 you do you bestie but I’m here for the ulfheðnar

#like the existence of temples is debatable + very likely a reaction to Christian churches erected only by the wealthy #but 1) we’re dealing with wealthy enough men so sure #and 2) it’s a story #like yea they obviously pull from christianized sources because a LOT of what is available IS christianized #like the door to Heimir’s ritual chamber is a Christian carving of Loki depicted more in line w the Christian devil #but so what???? it’s not a history lesson it’s a narrative film #and the ritual leader in a horned helmet actually makes a lot of sense bc he’s emulating Óðinn and we have multiple archeological #depictions of Óðinn with extremely similar helmets (though they’re likely representing ravens not actual horns)#plus it’s. not a battle helmet? it’s ritual adornment??????#and again yeah yeah the berserkir and ulfheðnar wouldn’t LITERALLY go into battle naked that was a christianized description #after their time. but like. it’s cool lmao?? it’s cool. I get why they made that choice cinematically #I need to know how many of the ‘it’s inaccurate’ ppl are talking abt the depiction of scandinavian slave trade #because it was very much accurate. not to mention the ppl who were like ‘they got paid so they technically weren’t slaves’#what if I attacked you with rocks. it is a horrifically brutal part of old norse culture but it existed!!!!! ignoring it doesn’t make it go #away!!!! it only makes you look like a douchebag for denying it!!!!!!#ALSO THE MALE PROPHET EMULATING ÓðINN IN FEMALE CLOTHES WITH HEIMIR’S HEAD AAAAAAAAAAAARGH I LOVE IT SM!!!!!!#paralleling mimir!!!!! reflecting the statue of the allfather in female garb as a seiðr practitioner!!!!!! gnawing biting etc!!!!

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comicsart3 · 28 days ago

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Catwoman has had many incarnations since her first appearance in Batman # 1 (as “The Cat”) in Spring 1940, but my favourite version of the character is the one featured in the so-called Catwoman Volume 2 which ran from 1993 to 2001. With stories written in the main by Jo Duffy and illustrated by Jim Balent and Dick Giordino, this particular reboot took the character to the realm where I believe comic book heroines are most comfortable - that of adventure, flamboyance, sexiness and fun. The Vol 2 Catwoman inhabited a world of heists, burlesque globe-trotting adventure, wise-cracking athleticism and DC crossover characters that played up the camp and moved Selina Kyle away from the doom-laden introspection of her previous own-title incarnation, so beloved of writers of male comic book characters in the 1990s. Jo Duffy returned Catwoman to something closer to the attitude and appearance of her original raven-haired appearance as Batman’s adversary, irritation and femme fatale back in the Golden Age.

Above all, the Vol 2 adventures are fun - filled with vibrant colour, extraordinary action scenes and a lead character that it is impossible to dislike. Despite the frolics, Vol 2 also revealed a tragic backstory for Selina, presenting her as an orphan with a depressive mother who killed herself and a father who died from alcohol poisoning, resulting in a childhood in a sadistic orphanage. Her devil-may-care frenetic energy is therefore given a context that tells us that perhaps the lady doth protest too much, and this was certainly referenced in Catwoman’s later incarnations which returned her stories to a more gritty realism. Vol 2 may be irreverent and at times just plain silly, but for me the series encapsulates everything Catwoman is about - an ambivalent, dissatisfied, superficial and fun-loving criminal villainess. When indulging yourself in the Vol 2 adventures, you can absolutely see why the conflicted Batman fell for her.

Sources: Catwoman Wikipedia page for some of the Vol 2 detail; ReadComicsOnline/ onemillioncomics.com for the comic book page.

#women in comics #catwoman #Catwoman vol 2 #selina kyle #dc comics #batman #comic book heroines #comic book villainesses

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pxnsneverland · 1 year ago

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Ruthless Grace | Austin Butler x OC (part 5)

(gif source: nairobi-resources)

plot summary: Amidst the grime and squalor of Victorian England's winding cobblestone alleys, a young woman's life hangs precariously in the balance. Violet, a poor peasant girl with long raven locks and piercing gray eyes, possesses a haunting beauty that belies the harsh realities of her existence. Tragedy struck two years prior when Violet's mother succumbed to illness, leaving her to fend for herself and her father – a cruel, selfish man consumed by vices of alcohol and gambling. On one fateful night, Violet's father drags her unwillingly to that very den of iniquity, and there she learns a horrifying truth from the club's greedy, perverted owner: to repay his mounting gambling debts, her father has sold her into sexual servitude. Violet's vehement protests fall on deaf ears, until an unlikely savior emerges from the shadows. Lord Austin Butler intervenes with a bargain of his own. This dangerous man offers to pay off Violet's father's debts in exchange for her accompaniment, and Violet is torn from the only life she has known. While Austin's demeanor remains shrouded in mystery and detachment at first, Violet gradually glimpses his softer, even playful side as time passes within the manor's walls and an unexpected connection blossoms between the unlikely pair.

pairings: austin butler x oc

word count: 2,884

warnings/notes:

Chapter 5: A Dance in the Rose Garden

Violet's fingers traced the intricate embroidery of the bedspread, each stitch a reminder of the distance between her past life and the present. The lush fabric felt foreign under her touch, almost as if it whispered secrets she wasn't yet privy to. She shivered slightly, a chill running down her spine despite the warmth of the room.

Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the estate. The beauty of it all was undeniable, but beneath that beauty lurked layers of complexity that Violet knew she must navigate with care. Her survival had always depended on her ability to adapt quickly to new environments, but this was unlike anything she had ever encountered.

As darkness settled outside, a soft knock on the door startled her from her reverie. “Miss Everly?” called a gentle voice from the other side. It was Mr. Pembroke, his tone respectful yet carrying an undertone of urgency.

Violet rose swiftly and crossed the room to open the door. “Yes, Mr. Pembroke? Is there something amiss?”

Mr. Pembroke offered a small bow before answering. “No, Miss, nothing amiss. However, Lord Butler wishes to inform you that tomorrow after breakfast, he would like to give you a tour of the grounds.”

The words were straightforward, yet they hung in the air with an unspoken significance. A tour of the grounds was undoubtedly a privilege, a sign that Austin perceived her as more than just a transient guest. But Violet knew it was also a test—a way to gauge her reactions and perhaps delve deeper into her character.

"Thank you, Mr. Pembroke," she replied, maintaining her composure. "Please inform Lord Butler that I am looking forward to it."

"Very well, Miss Everly," Mr. Pembroke said, nodding once more before stepping back and closing the door gently behind him.

Left alone again, Violet's mind raced with possibilities and predictions. What did Austin hope to discover during their walk? Was it merely an act of courtesy, or did he have ulterior motives? She knew his reputation as 'The Devil Lord' was not unfounded; he was a man shrouded in mystery and darkness, capable of both immense cruelty and surprising kindness.

Sleep proved elusive that night as Violet lay in the massive bed, staring up at the shadowy ceiling. Her thoughts drifted from her father's harsh words and the despair of their dilapidated home to the opulent room in which she now resided, as if she had stepped into someone else’s life.

Morning came with a gentle intrusion of light filtering through heavy drapes, heralding a day that held unknown challenges. Violet rose, her body stiff from a night spent on the edge of slumber. Dressing quietly, she prepared herself with a meticulousness born from necessity. As she made her way down to breakfast, the house seemed to wake with her, its corridors filled with the soft sounds of servants moving ghost-like with practiced efficiency. The dining hall was vast and intimidating, its long table set impeccably with gleaming silver and delicate china. Lord Butler was already there, his presence dominating the room as he conversed softly with Mr. Pembroke.

Violet approached cautiously, her heart pounding unnervingly loud against her ribs. "Good morning, Lord Butler," she greeted him, her voice steady despite her nerves.

Austin turned towards her, his piercing blue eyes assessing her in a single glance.

"Good morning, Miss Everly," Austin replied, his voice smooth and measured. He gestured towards a chair at his right hand. "Please, join me."

As Violet moved to take her seat, the weight of his gaze felt like a tangible thing; assessing yet not entirely unwelcoming. She settled into the chair, her posture straight as a rod, acutely aware of every detail of the setting—the clink of silverware, the soft rustle of linens, and the faint aroma of freshly baked bread.

"I trust your first night in the manor was comfortable?" Austin began, breaking the slight tension that had started to coil in the air.

"Yes, thank you," Violet responded, allowing herself a small smile. "Your home is most beautiful." Her words were genuine, even if spoken from behind the mask of politeness required in such intricate social dances.

Austin nodded, seemingly pleased with her response. "I'm glad to hear that. I hope you'll find everything to your satisfaction here." His tone hinted at layers of meaning that went beyond mere hospitality.

Breakfast was served then, an array of dishes that seemed far too extravagant for just two people. Violet took small bites, her mind racing through all possible scenarios that could unfold from this enigmatic invitation. As they ate, the conversation flowed more smoothly than Violet had anticipated. Austin spoke of the estate's history and its vast lands, his words painting pictures of lush gardens, hidden paths, and ancient trees with secrets of their own. He spoke with a reverence that seemed at odds with his ruthless reputation, revealing a passion for the preservation and beauty of his surroundings.

However, beneath the casual exchange, Violet could feel the undercurrents of a deeper examination. Each question he posed, seemingly innocent, probed gently into her own history and views. It was clear he was not only interested in her as a guest but was also scrutinizing her suitability for something she couldn’t yet fathom.

"Your observations are quite astute, Miss Everly," Austin commented after she made a remark about the architectural style of the manor. "It is rare to find someone of your… background so well-versed in these subjects."

Violet met his gaze steadily, aware that this was another test in their intricate verbal dance. "I've had the opportunity to read quite a bit over the years," she replied carefully. "Books are a refuge that require no wealth to enjoy."

Austin’s eyes flickered with what might have been respect or surprise as he nodded slowly. "Indeed," he said thoughtfully.

"You've clearly made the most of those opportunities," he continued, studying her with an intensity that made her slightly uncomfortable. "Knowledge is a precious resource—one that many fail to appreciate."

The meal continued with discussions on various topics, each revealing a bit more of Austin's complexity. Violet found herself drawn to his intellect and the subtle shifts in his demeanor—how his eyes would soften when he discussed the gardens, or the rare smile that touched his lips when he recounted an amusing incident involving one of his horses.

As they finished their breakfast, Austin set down his napkin and regarded her with a calm that belied the sharpness in his gaze. "Miss Everly, if you are ready, I would like to show you the grounds now."

Violet nodded, feeling an unexpected surge of excitement mixed with apprehension. "I would be honored, Lord Butler."

“Call me Austin, please.”

His sudden informality took her aback slightly, but she masked her surprise with a nod. "Very well, Austin."

They rose from the table together, and as they stepped out into the crisp morning air, Violet felt a chill that wasn't entirely due to the weather. Austin led her down the steps of the grand manor and onto a pathway lined with ancient oaks whose branches whispered secrets of old. The estate stretched far and wide, the lush greens vibrant against the clear blue sky, and Violet couldn’t help but admire its beauty—a stark contrast to the grimy streets of her childhood.

As they walked, Austin pointed out various landmarks—a centuries-old fountain, a hidden gazebo veiled by climbing roses, and a quaint stone bridge arching gracefully over a babbling brook. With each site, he shared stories or facts about his ancestors who had lived and breathed in these lands. It was as if he was peeling back layers of himself, revealing more with each step they took together.

Violet listened intently, not just to his words but to the unspoken language of his demeanor. There was an earnestness in how he spoke of his heritage and a subtle plea for understanding in his tone that intrigued her. It was amidst these revelations and the tranquility of the verdant surroundings that they arrived at the rose garden. The garden was a masterpiece of horticultural artistry, a riot of colors that seemed to celebrate every shade imaginable. Neat rows of roses, from deep crimsons to delicate pinks, stretched out before them, their petals unfurling like the skirts of dancers at a grand ball.

Austin led Violet through an arched entryway covered with climbing ivy, into the heart of this floral paradise. “This has always been my favorite spot,” he confessed quietly, his voice carrying a tone of reverence as though he were sharing a deeply held secret. "There's something about roses – their beauty borne out of struggle against the thorn."

Viciously intrigued by his analogy, Violet reached out to touch one particularly vibrant bloom, her fingers brushing against its silky petals. It was then that a sharp pain jolted her – a thorn had pricked her finger, drawing a bead of blood that bloomed bright red against her pale skin.

Austin's reaction was swift. His hand grabbed hers gently but firmly, drawing her close to inspect the minor wound. "Allow me," he murmured, his voice low and unexpectedly warm. Before Violet could protest, he brought her finger to his lips, his eyes locked on hers. The contact was brief, his lips barely brushing against her skin, and yet it sent a wave of warmth rushing through her. The pain ceased almost immediately as if soothed by his touch alone.

Violet stared at him, her heart throbbing in her chest, unsure of how to interpret his actions. Was it merely a gentlemanly gesture? Or something more intimate, a sign of some deeper connection she was only just beginning to comprehend?

"Better?" Austin asked, his voice a soft whisper that seemed to vibrate through the air between them.

"Yes, thank you," Violet managed to reply, pulling her hand back slowly, feeling the lingering warmth of his touch. She noticed then the intensity of his gaze had softened, replaced with something more tender, more vulnerable.

"I apologize if I overstepped," Austin said after a moment, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. "It's just... I have a particular sensitivity to... blood."

His admission hung in the air, weighted with an unspoken gravity that seemed to pull more secrets into the light. Violet, though taken aback by the intimacy of his gesture, found herself curiously drawn into the depth of his confession. His vulnerability, so starkly contrasted against his usual composed demeanor, intrigued her further.

"Why is that?" she asked quietly, her voice steady despite the fluttering in her chest.

Austin looked away briefly, his gaze settling on the horizon where the sky met the lush greenery. When he turned back to her, his eyes held a mixture of resignation and something akin to fear. "It's a long story. Perhaps another time," he said, his voice almost imperceptible against the gentle rustle of the rose bushes swaying in the breeze.

Violet nodded, respecting his need for privacy. Yet, she couldn't deny her growing desire to understand this complex man who had unexpectedly disrupted her world. They resumed walking through the garden, their steps slow as they navigated between the vibrant displays of roses. The earlier incident had subtly shifted their rapport, weaving a thread of intimacy into their budding acquaintance.

As they continued their stroll, the sun climbed higher in the sky, casting a golden glow over the estate. Austin paused by a particularly lush bush adorned with white roses, each bloom flawless and full. “These,” he said gently, “are known as the 'Queen of the Night.' Quite rare and requires careful tending.”

Violet leaned in to admire them, aware of Austin's gaze on her. “They’re beautiful,” she remarked, “but I suppose all beauty requires some form of sacrifice or care, doesn’t it?”

“Indeed, it does,” Austin agreed, a trace of melancholy threading through his words. “Much like people.” His eyes met hers again, and Violet felt a pull, an unspoken connection that was both unsettling and exhilarating.

They moved on from the rose bushes, their conversation turning towards lighter subjects. Austin inquired about her favorite books and music, and Violet was surprised to find that they shared similar tastes in literature and classical compositions. It was easy to forget his formidable reputation when he spoke so passionately about his love for Chopin’s nocturnes or his fascination with Shakespeare’s tragedies.

The morning gradually turned into afternoon as they explored the vast grounds. Their path eventually led them to a secluded pond, where the water mirrored the cloudless sky and willow trees drooped gracefully over its edges. Ducks glided across the surface, undisturbed by their presence.

“I used to come here to think,” Austin revealed as they stopped at the water's edge, watching the ripples fan out from a stone Violet had idly tossed in. “It’s one of the few places where I can find peace.”

Violet glanced at him, noting the wistfulness in his voice. “Peace seems a rare commodity in your life,” she observed softly.

Austin smiled, a rueful tilt to his lips. “Indeed, it is. But today has been an exception.” He looked at her directly, his gaze intense yet gentle. “Thank you for that.”

She felt her cheeks warm under his scrutiny, unaccustomed to such direct praise. “I should be thanking you,” Violet replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “For showing me all this... for being so kind.”

They continued around the pond, their reflections side by side in the water below. The conversation flowed easily now, bridged by a mutual appreciation for the beauty surrounding them and deepened by the emerging layers of their shared experience.

As they made their way back towards the manor, the light began to wane, casting long shadows across the lush lawns. Austin paused by a towering oak, its limbs stretching protectively overhead. "I must confess," he began, his voice hesitant. He turned to face her, his expression earnest. "I find your company... extraordinarily refreshing, Violet."

His words, though simple, carried a weight that tethered her heart to the moment, anchoring her in a mix of joy and apprehension. "And I yours," Violet responded, her voice trembling slightly with the vulnerability of her admission. She felt the gravity of their shared secret moments, each one building upon the last, creating a tapestry of unspoken understanding between them.

Just then, as the shadows grew longer and the air cooled with the approach of evening, Mr. Pembroke, Austin's stern-faced butler and confidant, appeared at the edge of the garden path. His presence was like a cold gust of wind that suddenly swept across the serene pond, disturbing the peace they had cultivated.

"Lord Butler," Mr. Pembark intoned with a respectful bow that still managed to convey urgency. "There are matters that require your immediate attention."

Austin nodded, his face tightening subtly as he turned back to Violet. "Duty calls, it seems," he said with a hint of regret.

Violet nodded, her mood shifting as she sensed the change in atmosphere. "Of course," she replied, trying to mask her disappointment with a polite smile.

While Austin departed, Mr. Pembroke lingered for a moment, his gaze meeting Violet's with an intensity that made her falter. "Miss Everly," he began in a low, gruff voice meant only for her ears. "A word of caution, if I may be so bold."

Violet felt a chill trace down her spine, her curiosity piqued. "Yes, Mr. Pembroke?"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper that barely rustled the leaves around them. "Lord Butler is not like other men, Miss Everly. There are aspects of his life that are... darker than most can fathom. Please, tread carefully."

Violet nodded, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and intrigue. "Thank you for the warning, Mr. Pembroke," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.

Mr. Pembroke gave her a curt nod before turning and following the path back to the manor, leaving Violet alone beside the tranquil pond. The serenity of the moment was now tinged with a shadow of mystery and danger. She wrapped her arms around herself, contemplating the enigmatic man who had so thoroughly captivated her interest.

As she walked back to the manor, Violet's thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and questions. Austin's allure was undeniable, yet now it was colored with the stark warning from Mr. Pembroke. What secrets did Austin carry? What darkness lurked behind those intense blue eyes? And how could she, a simple girl born of hardship and survival, navigate the complexities of this unexpected world she was drawn into? Violet's mind raced with possibilities and fears as she approached the grand manor house. Its imposing stone facade, which earlier seemed to echo a kind of historic grandeur, now loomed menacingly in her eyes.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Dinner was a quiet affair; Violet found herself seated at the opposite end of the long dining table from Austin. She caught glimpses of him conversing quietly with other distinguished guests—his demeanor composed, his laughter forced. Every now and then, their eyes met across the array of crystal and silver, and Violet felt the earlier connection between them pulse like a silent heartbeat.

Stay tuned for part 6!! Click HERE to view!

Taglist: @buckysteveloki-me @imusicaddict

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amerias-the-hoplite · 3 days ago

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AMERIAS (he/him) | nevermore oc rp blog

χαῖρε, my name is Amerias and i was a greek hoplite that partook in the military campaign led by Alexander the Great (🏺// 336 BC) . My memory is still incomplete, i only recall moments of battle, fought side by side with my companions whose faces I have now forgotten.

I remember my death, although it is a little blurry. I remember my face hitting the ground and my bronze helmet’s cheek pieces digging into the sides of my face as i tasted a mixture of blood and dirt. I remember reaching for my spear, and only managing to crawl on the ground like a wounded prey. Then I remember the dark, cold, unescapable darkness.

I do not quite understand what this « academy » is. I think it must be a game of the gods. Why else would I have ended up in such a strange place ? There are things here I have never seen in my lifetime, despite following a conqueror to the end of the world.

OOC | Notes and rules :

This is a nevermore oc rp/ask sideblog, run by @kyothena. I am by no means a historian, please do not take anything i say as a valid historical source.

I am aware that this is far from the historical period most nevermore characters are from and will most likely not make sense once it’s revealed why all the characters seem to be from the 1900s — i think.

I just thought it would be fun !! A few things :

Amerias is fully convinced this whole thing is a play of the gods and is actively attempting to figure out which one of the deans is Zeus.

There is one life and this man wants it. He’ll kill for it, without hesitation. But he is also a soldier. He does not disobey direct orders. And right now, the closest thing he has to orders is whatever the deans say.

He's gonna be real confused by regular things that they didn't have in his era, so have fun with that.

Amerias uses he/him pronouns but mod uses she/her 🙏

RULES :

no NSFW — suggestive jokes are fine, but nothing more (i was about to say mod is a minor but i won't be in like two weeks so.. still, no NSFW)

no fastpass spoilers ! mod isn't a fastpasser

OTHER NEVERMORE RP ACCOUNTS :

Misfits

Lenore @lenorevandernacht & @lenorev1901

Duke @duke-laurent

Pluto @purr-of-smoke

Eulalie @imtheghostnow

Morella @angel-in-green

Bernice @berenicenevermore

Clusterfucks

Annabel Lee @annabelleewhitlock & @l4dy1nwh1te

Ada @adaa-lovelace

Will @diary-of-a-willy-kid

Monty @asshole-cowboy-devil

Prospero @rats-of-death & @prosperothedoctor-ish

Staff

Ms. Poppet @your-favorite-teacher-poppet

Dolly @nevermores-only-nurse

Merry @nevermore-merry-official

Mourn @nevermore-mourn-official

Wisps @wispsofthenevermoreacademy

Animals

The Stag @youcantrunfromthewildhunt

The Hounds @theloyalhoundsofthewildhunt

The Raven @a-raven-thats-not-so-raven

Rats @squeak-squeak-bitch & @rats-who-eat-you

Monty's Dog @a-worthless-mutt

Catterina @aristro-cat-catterina

Background Characters

Manor Girls @victimsofficial

Void Boy @a-boy-in-a-void

The Doll @never-doll

August @not-viktorr

Blondie @strwberryblondie

Madeline @emo-girl-nevermore-madeline

Flashback Characters

Theo @theo-vandernatch

Thaddeus @thaddeus-vandernacht

Lucille @lucille-vandernacht

Ira @ira-whitlock-official

Percy @teaandcheckmates

Luca @way2rich4this

Isidor @isidor-fauntleroy

Thomas @mastertamerlanethomas

Johnny @johnny-kicking-up-dust

Sallie @the-kansas-kutie

Prospero's Mother @motheroftheratman

Prospero's Cousin (Antonia) @cutelillesbian

Prospero's Cousin (Matteo) @ihaterats

Thaddeus's Butler @bestbritishbutleraround

Annabel's Maid @yourfavemaid

Monty's Mother @blessedangel666

OCs

@margret-nevermore-student1

@undergroundbell@evangeline-diaries

@crzy-ghost

@b4ckseat-bingo-ch4mp

@everybody-hates-helen

@boria-volkov

@sea-creature-fanatic

#nevermore rp #nevermore roleplay #nevermore oc

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wifehorrors · 5 months ago

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔲𝔱𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰: ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

My first Curse of Strahd Group. All different in their plight, but the same in their loneliness. Who are they, and what has drawn them into the silver mists of Barovia?

𝔍𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔢:

A Nobel Fighter. Jerimae was born of his fathers affair, and has lived in the shadow of that transgression his whole life. Despite this, him and his father are very close, so it is quite distressing to Jerimae when he falls ill very suddenly. He is a fair, just, and Chivalrous man. One evening, he receives a letter from a mysterious Count that promises to help his ailing father, should Jerimae only make haste to his castle…

𝔙𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔞:

A Tiefling Druid. Vesta has lived amongst the Circle of the Shepherd, adopted as a babe to the Archdruid of her colony. A year ago, her mother was slain in battle, and the others in her colony distanced themselves, fearing her infernal nature. Her only friend is Ceridwen, a Grizzly who has protected her since birth. She has a prickly demeanor, but warms to anyone who looks past her devil’s horns. A white raven had brought her a mysterious letter, sent posthumously by her fallen mother, It beckons Vesta to Barovia, to finally understand the truth of her nature.

ℭ𝔞𝔭𝔬:

A wandering half-elf bard. They have spent their life in the road, bouncing from city to city to make a little coin off their musical prowess. The grew up up in an orphanage, spending the greater part of their youth fantasizing about the could-have-beens. The fear of abandonment has kept them from forming bonds with new people. They receive a job offer by a woman representing the Blood in the Vine Tavern, who put a lot of gold down to bring Capo in as an act for their struggling business.

𝔅𝔬𝔯𝔱:

A barbarian deep gnome. Bort has been tasked by the Myconoids to help them with an ongoing hunger crisis, as their food source has become increasingly scarce. He is a gnome of few words, but he has a big heart (and a big stomach), and loves nature. Along his way, he freed a spider suffocating in a jar, and was led to a strange inn by a path of glowing web. Allegedly, there is a reward for his heroics at the end...

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cryptidcat5105 · 3 months ago

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Sky wielders AU

Part 1 | Art ... Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

We're getting into the stretch I can play around the most. Get ready for out of pocket lore and dragons!

Spoilers for the empyrean series and especially Onyx Storm!

Once back at Basgiath, Violet goes on to read about Devereli in preparation for the trip south. She also goes on to interogate Barlow. She's not really interested in how Venin work since the sky wielders shared their experiences back in the first year, but she is interested in the black wyverns. He has only ever heard about them, but from what he knows they're just like the greys except maybe a bit more autonomous.

After that failure in researching their hopefully new ally, quest squad is headed to Cordyn. This is the same squad as in canon all though they were thinking of bringing Liam instead of Ridoc at first. They quickly gave up on that plan since bringing Liam would mean they had to drag Baide along (who was still recovering) and Violet needed someone to reign the sky wielders in in her absence.

In Cordyn Xaden doesn't have to, but is more than happy to piss Halden off to get Violet to his room where they take a shower and a power nap. As they both woke up they just stayed in bed a little while longer, talked a bit and explored the bond between them some more.

After becoming sky wielders it was like the bond between them became something much more solid, as if no longer depending on Tairn and Sgaeyl to function. They could also feel the others emotions more easily and read each other far better than before. Violet would've assume it was just Xaden being an inntinsic if she didn't know it was a two way street for this new development.

Xaden and Violet were both startled by knocking on their window. Once they got up, they could see the smallest wyvern they ever layed eyes upon, with a small bag tied to it's back.

Xaden: That's not even a wyvern at this point, that's just an iguana with wings. How did it get here undetected anyway?

Violet: Well, it's black so I'm sure it looks like a crow or raven from a distance. It doesn't feel like the other wyverns either, more... peaceful, if that makes sense. Think it might belong to the guy that helped us in Anca?

Xaden: Looks like it has a note, so only one way to find out.

They open the window and the little guy immediately comes to perch on Violet's shoulder and she notes that it's surprisingly light for a creature its size.

Xaden, after taking the note and bag: Alright let's see what goodies you've brought us. *Clears his throat* I know you want to visit Devereli. I can't say I agree with your decision but if you're going to dance with the devil might as well go in prepared. In the bag you have a barren obsidian from the former hatching grounds in the Barrens. They're used as a source of power for the wyverns after being imbued. Hope you'll find it useful. P.S. you can keep the little wyvern. He's completely autonomous so no information can leak back to me. You can test how they react to sky magic. Signed K.A.

Violet: Huh. So we both agree we're calling this guy Kaa until he actually tells us his name, right? Also where are we gonna hide an entire wyvern?

Xaden: Yeah, he deserves it for only giving his initials, but don't be so fast to trust him, Violence. I understand you don't see evil incarnate in Venin but we gotta make sure he's actually telling the truth and the wyvern isn't tied to him.

Violet, scratching the wyvern's head: And how are we gonna do that?

Xaden: in theory I could try to read his intentions. If he's still tied to his creator I'll be able to feel his intentions because of the whole hivemind business.

Violet: ... I like your signet more and more with each passing day.

They determined that the wyvern is safe and ended up hiding the little guy into Xadens bag. All curled up the poor thing didn't really take much space and it was oddly calm compared to what Violet expected from such a young looking creature. Would taking him to the isles be risky? Sure. Do they have anywhere else to leave him so he doesn't get killed? No, not really.

And so the quest squad is finally departing for Devereli. Soon after leaving the Continent Violet felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown over her. By the surprised shout coming from Sgaeyl's back she assumes Xaden got the same treatment.

Xaden: What the hell was that?

Violet: We're no longer on the Continent, so no more earth magic I suppose.

Xaden: For a source that's supposedly friendly, the sky is cold as fuck! Also, Sgaeyl is complaining about being cut of from Tairn and the others.

Violet: Yeah, he says he's cut off from everyone else too. It seems that he's only able to speak with Andarna. Probably because she channels from the sky and not the earth like the rest of them

Xaden: Hmm. If their bond is blocked how are we talking?

Violet: Probably sky magic as well.

Their arrival stays pretty much the same. Except Xaden is not nearly as fascinated by the lack of magic on the isles. Once him and Violet get to their room they check in on the little wyvern who started happily thrilling and gurgling once he saw the both of them. He proceeded to eat half the aperitives they found in the room and once the two settled in bed to rest after the long trip the creature came to curl up next to their tangled legs.

Xaden: He's like a dog... I've always wanted a dog...

Violet: Well guess he's ours now. We really need to come up with a name.

Xaden: Maybe later. 'Little guy' works for now.

Violet: You silly, silly man.

As they leave for the town market they leave the wyvern in their room. Poor thing looked like a kicked puppy but it gave up on following them and curled between their pillows in the end.

As the squad rode in search for the merchant mentioned by papa Sorrengail they were still getting harassed by the locals. This time in addition to 'fire bringers' there's also an occasional 'demon' thrown Violet's way.

Dain and Xaden: Should we fight them?

Violet: Nah, it's fine. Better than being called a venin honestly.

The conversation with Narelle and Riorgail getting interrupted goes pretty much as canon and our couple is now on their way to save some royal ass.

When Halden starts running his mouth Xaden simply wraps his shadows around him effectively shutting him up and stopping him from ruining the negotiations. Courtlyn is fascinated by the display of magic and Violet makes some bullshit excuse about their dragons being more powerful which allows them to wield even in a land with no magic.

Courtlyn brings out the kitties and now it's Violet's turn to be fascinated.

Violet, shaking Xaden's shoulder: Are you seeing this? They're albino! Xaden, they're like me!

Xaden: 👀

The mood is immediately killed by Anna Winshier's head on a silver platter. Now, Violet and Xaden get why Courtlyn killed Halden's personal guard. Hell, the two of them killed for less than theft, but this was still brutal to see. While still a bit disturbed, Violet still has her priorities straight, so she does the only logical thing and asks Courtlyn if she can pet the panther that's happily munching on Anna's head. Courtlyn looks at her with a raised eyebrow but he respects her boldness so he lets her.

Violet: My love, I know you've always wanted a dog, but how would you feel about a cat instead?

Xaden: ... You are insane, but I guess they are white and deadly, so you'd match.

Courtlyn is in a far better mood since Violet seems to be just as excited as him about the felines. Also Halden shutting up is doing wonders for this meeting. In the end Violet trades Andarna eggshell for them using Devereli as homebase.

Violet: Also, hypothetically, how would one aquire a little one auch as yours?

Courtlyn: Hmm, as it so happens, Shira had a cub not long ago. The question is, what are you willing to trade?

Violet: I hear you like magical artifacts, correct? I have this ability called imbuing which allows me to charge an object with power. I could imbued one artifact of your choosing with enough magic to last for centuries to come, in exchange for the cub. Sounds good?

Courtlyn: I do quite like the sound of that. Bring the cub!

Violet ends up imbuing Courtlyn's crown. He says it will be the sign of the true monarch for generations to come. Violet is just happy to get a cat out of this. Halden is mad but Xaden is just dragging him out the palace once it's time to go back to Tecarus' estate. The prince still gets banned from Devereli but at least Courtlyn seems to be on friendly terms with Violet and Xaden by the end. (They won him over when Violet asked to pet the panthers. That man is a sucker for his babies)

The dragons and gryphons are curious about the new creature joining their group and the feline seems to be always chasing around Andarna and Violet. (I imagine the panther rode in Violets saddle like those dogs with their owners on horses. I'll like a video here with what I mean)

The Basgiath stay is pretty uneventful, the iron squad works on research, the first years joining them and the sky wielders are doing damage control, doing their pest to keep anyone from turning venin. They are mostly successful. There's only one person that has turned and wasn't discovered by leadership. Kate ended up taking them under her wing and she's essentially becoming a Sage in her own right. Violet is very proud.

Violet and Xaden quickly discovered that the little wyvern is completely unaffected by the wards. They are still definitely up and stopping any greys from crossing into Navarre but the little guy is simply thriving. They chalk it up to him being untethered from any venin.

In the end, they kick Halden out from Quest Squad and replace him with Aaric and they also add the fliers so now we have the ultimate team to commit a new act of treason and head off to search the isles until we find the irids.

First stop: Unnbriel, the isle of Dunne. Violet, Dain and Xaden are far more excited at the prospect of a fight than they probably should be. They effectively wipe the floor with their opponents and the sky was lit up with lightning the entire time. All the residents are scared shitless of Violet now, but still won't help unless they're given dragons.

They also remember Violet from when she was a baby and they nearly dedicated her. Violet nearly being forced into a cult as a baby was not on her isles tour bingo card.

Next up: Hedotis, isle of Hedeon. Violet likes this island. It's pale an full of knowledge. She can identify with that. Everything was dandy, until they saw two children bolting in their direction. Violet was able to scoup up the smaller one while Xaden gently wrap a shadow around the other.

Xaden, laughing: Hey, hey! Did no one tell you not to approach dragons?

The kids, in hedotic, giggling: What?

Violet, also in hedotic, smiling softly: Dragons are big grumps, don't like little humans, so try not to get too close.

Faris: Hello! I see you've already met my boys. Welcome to our island! :D

Quest Squad: Thanks?

Talia, shock settling in: Xaden?

Xaden, in Tyrrish: are we sure we can't just skip this isle?

Xaden is understandably in the middle of a mental breakdown for the rest of the day. He's hiding on the balcony watching Sgaeyl pace around the beach. Violet is trying to help the best she can. She's never seen Xaden quite this upset before. Angry, sure, but never upset.

Shortly after his mother comes to their room hopping to speak with him another knock sounds at the door. Violet cracks it open, expecting another awkward conversation with Talia, but instead she's greeted by two wide grins from the boys.

The kids, in hedotic: Hello! We would like to spend some time with big brother if possible!

Violet, in hedotic, than switching to common: Ah, one moment. My love, your brothers are looking for you!

Xaden: Huh? My what now?

They spend a nice afternoon together in all honesty. The boys are really just excited to meet their brother and Xaden actually feels a bit better after getting two know them a little better. They played with the panther (the wyvern being carefully tucked inside Violet's bag) and Xaden somehow convinced Sgaeyl to come to the balcony for the kids to watch after they ask if they could see the dragons again. In the end they're the reason why Xaden finally caved and accepted to go the the dinner.

Faris still ends up being a dick and trys to poison them, but luckily Violet's cat ends up jumping onto Garrick before he could take a bite out of the cake. They give the triumvirate the antidote to the arinmint tea and leave the isle behind.

Xaden: You are all horrible people, I hope you know that. I hope Gaius and Simeon grow up to be better leaders than you, because you're all shit. See you never!

And finally: Zehyllna, isle of Zihnal. This one goes as in canon, I really don't have anything to add. Rest in peace Trager, you were perfect.

While looking for a island to bury Trager and his Gryphon, Violet kept feeling like she was being watched. She assumed it was just the tension between them and Xaden being ever the mother hen. Once they landed she could finally feel the hum of the earth again, stronger than the occasional warmth in Zehyllna. They made camp and in the morning everyone split, to search for any trace of the irids.

Violet and Ridoc stay behind the tend to the remaining ambers. Aotrom and Ridoc were foolish around, splashing each other with the foaming ocean water. Andarna watched them intently and when the brown had all his attention on his rider, Andarna disappeared into the background and then reappeared after diving into the water, effectively drenching the bigger dragon.

As the three of them played Violet noticed a shimmering blue dragon, watching the display as well. When it turned and she locked eyes with it more dragons in all sorts of light colors showed up, that's when she heard an ear-scratching whistle and then a young male voice.

The irids are not what Violet expected. While they seem fascinated by Violet's ability to channel from the sky they're also rudely dismissing all of Andarna's accomplishments and chastise her for giving a human access to the sky, which she quickly denied. After the irids firmly refused to help Andarna fled into the forest and that's when a second, more pleasant whistle sounded.

A white dragon, slightly bigger than Tairn emerged from were Andarna just fled to and the smaller irids looked like they regreted all the life decisions that led them to this point.

Leotha: E-elder Dionadair!

Dionadair: How many times do I have to tell you to stay on your own island! You rainbow parrots are not welcome here, go back to your own den!

With that he snapped his teeth inches from Leotha's tail, nearly ripping a few feathers out as the younger dragons fled.

Dionadair: Damn pastels, always thinking they can do what they want! I hope they didn't bother you too much.

Violet, angrily: Oh, bother doesn't even begin to cover it! They hurt Andarna! Just because you would rather hide behind your tails than help!

Tairn: Silver one...

Dionadair: Hmph. I do not associated with those rascals. Whatever they said does not apply to me, nor my den. Now, this Andarna seems to have stumbled upon my daughter and she's telling quite the story. *Looking at Tairn* Elder black, be civilised, don't growl at me. Call the rest of your den. When you gather, my daughter will lead you to our nest and you can ask for whatever help you came here to garner.

Tairn: I'm not an elder... But thank you. For considering helping us.

Dionadair, giving a mental smile: Not an elder? I would disagree with the way you protect this den!

Later when everyone came back the sun was hovering just above the horizon. Galeach, Dionadair's daughter, showed them the way to the giant cave mouth in the middle of the island, that was hidden from above by the foliage. She has been looking at Andarna curiously all day and must have commented on how cool her tail is at least a dozen times. Once inside the cave, it's like they stepped into a whole new world. The place was bustling with activity, white and silver dragons gathered in group idle chatting, others covered in soot and mud that came from digging deeper tunnels into the caves flew out to clean themselves, some seemed to be telling wild stories to a small gathering of golden hatchling. It was a thriving community an Violet could feel the sky magic they were channeling even this deep underground.

That's when a loud roar and a low whistle covered the thrills of the other dragons. Everyone snapped to attention and turned to look behind where Dionadair was coming into the light from the cave entrance. He gave the quest squad a nod and prompted Andarna to tell her story once more, in front of his den this time.

By the end of her explanation a good chunk of the dragons had their scales in dark purples and blacks to show their support. There were a few with bright red coats, ready to fight whatever threat they might face if they fly to the Continent.

Dionadair: I will not ask you to depart from the home we've had for centuries. Not when I myself know nothing of the threat we might be up against. But if you choose to help, if you want to fight for the peace of a home that once was, dawn the silver scales, I know I will. As for those who remain, keep your scales white and keep the nest safe until our return!

Nearly half of the dragons present shimmered in dark silver, all ready to come to the aid of the dragon they once left behind. Andarna look at Dionadair in that moment and let out a sharp keen and wrapped her front paws around the elder's neck.

Andarna: Thank you!

Dionadair: Heh! No need, young friend. Us irids will always help our own!

Part 1 | Art ... Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

#the empyrean #fourth wing #iron flame #onyx storm #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #andarna #venin #dragons #sky wielders au

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holybibly · 2 years ago

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Object of Desire | OT8 | Preview

Pairing: otx8 x reader

Genre: sugar daddy au, dark romance, smut, vampire au,

Word Count: ....

Summary: Caught in a web of deceit and forbidden pleasures, Nabi quickly learns that some obsessions can be deadly and love can bite.

Disclaimer: I do not support themes of violence, obsession, possessiveness, or emotional or psychological manipulation. This book is intended for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: Another vampire ot8 that no one asked for. Someday I will learn to stop being seduced by random ideas.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!