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*: ･ﾟ✧   interrogation starters.

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed.

CALM / QUESTIONING.

“ tell me, what happened?”

“ did you see anything?”

“ what do you remember?”

“ do you remember anything unusual?”

“ please, try to remember as much as you can.”

“ every detail is important.”

“ and what happened next?”

“ and what did you do when all this took place?”

“ what were you doing around __ am/pm?”

“ where were you around __ am/pm?”

“ can anyone verify that?”

“ was someone with you?”

“ and you had nothing to do with it?”

“ and you weren’t involved?”

“ did you see it happen?”

“ did you see who did it?”

“ did you see or hear anything? anything at all?”

CARING / UNDERSTANDING.

 “ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

“ did someone hurt you?”

“ it’s okay. you can tell me.”

“ you were just trying to defend yourself, weren’t you?”

“ we can take a break, if you want.”

“ everything will be okay, i promise. but you need to talk to me.”

“ it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. but it really would help if you did.”

SUSPICIOUS.

“ there is something you’re not telling me.”

“ i think you’re lying.”

“ you looked away just now when you said that. are you sure you’re telling the truth?”

“ except what you’re telling me doesn’t align with what we already know.”

“ seems to me like you know more than you’re letting in on.”

“ what aren’t you telling me?”

“ who are you trying to protect?”

“ so you really don’t know what any of it means? no clue at all?”

“ they must’ve told you more than that.”

“ you have to have seen more than that.”

“ and you want me to believe you don’t remember?”

“ and you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it?”

“ an accident? is that what you’re going with?”

DEMANDING.

“ i need you to tell me the truth.”

“ i need you to tell me what happened.”

“ i know you’re not telling me the truth.”

“ that doesn’t line up with the evidence. so… you wanna try that again?”

“ stop lying. i already know that’s not what happened.”

MAKING A DEAL / ASKING FOR HELP / DEMANDING HELP.

“ what do you want in exchange for this information?”

“ i’m listening…”

“ you’re coming with me.”

“ since you’re the only one who knows how to find them, i don’t really have a choice but to take you with me.”

“ fine. i’ll take you with me, but if you try anything…”

“ i can’t give you that. you know that.”

“ if we’re going to make a deal, you’re gonna have to ask for something a little more rational than that.”

“ okay. we have a deal.”

“ sorry. no deal.”

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Tyraemon! I’ve missed you! Its been so long since I spoke to you!

The god’s lilac gaze twinkled, and if he had a human’s face, he would have arched an eyebrow with amusement: tendrils twitching around his form as he cocked his head slightly.

“Been a while, indeed.”

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The god lets out a rumble of laughter, the sound echoing and otherworldly. His lilac eyes twinkled with amusement, though of course, he knew his knight was serious when it came to, ah, the brutal evisceration of those unfortunate enough to be his enemy.

“Of course, little lion. I would never forget all who had fallen to you, when I’ve been the one ordering most of it. And such loyalty does demand a good reward.”

Tyraemon Just extends a single tendril to pet his favorite cat. (@abysscnborn)

“You must find the jests of your son quite amusing, my Lord.” Yes. It was a reproach — albeit wrapped in a soft voice and then an appreciative hum at the tendril caressing him. 

If anything else, Ornstein knew how to pretend.

“But… if I shall suffer the indignity of being considered a pet, of sorts, then I do demand to be a properly spoiled one.” Something said with a tad more intent; insolence, smirking slightly while hinting a certain cruel malice. “Otherwise, I have been known to bite off hands, limbs, hearts and tear souls apart.” 

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                                         even a god finds it hard                                   to love and be wise at the same time

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“You have my full permission, because I am quite... curious.”

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“Then tell me, my dear, what do they entail?”

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@goldenornstein

“Then tell me, my dear, what do they entail?”

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how do you know if you love someone?

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calmnessispower

That was….a surprising answer. Charles hadn’t expected the other to be so alone.

“You’d be surprised what humans can do these days.” Humans like him, if they could even be called that. The majority of the population called them mutants, freaks, a public threat.

“They may not be as powerful as you, but…there are some with unique abilities.”

Lilac eyes focused on the man. Tyraemon cocked his head a little to the side in curiosity. It wasn’t exactly a surprise that humans have admittedly decided to turn on their own race: the last several millennia that he had been alive enough of a proof of it.

“Tell me more, or as much as you know of all this.”

Come to think of it, he did detect some rather... unusual spots of energy that came from the corners of this city, some more powerful than others, and a small minority bearing an almost sinister aura. A mystery worthy of intrigue.

Wholly Interesting

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❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? 😈-Favorite sex position?

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? 

Aside from the obvious erogenous zones I’d say probably the back of his neck 8) junction between thigh and groin too. Applies in all of his forms that he takes aside from completely just a pile of goo form, in that case it’s everywhere.

☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually?

Depends on the intensity 8) despite being a god, if you know how to press his buttons he’ll hit his peak pretty quickly. However, as he IS kind of still divinity, he’s got stamina to match anyone who wants to try.

Á : Is your muse loud in bed?

One word, yes. Either dirty talking or just hissing/growling 8) orrrr actually pretty whorish moaning the rare few times he bottoms lmao.

⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? 

High key sadomasochistic and also he’s got an authority kink a MILE wide. Everyone kisses the ground he walks on as a god so he’s always wondered deep down how it’d be like if he’s the submissive one for once.

😈-Favorite sex position?

Is every single one of em an answer? ksjdfsdf

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Naughty Little Meme

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex? 👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind? 💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? 😈-Favorite sex position? 👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom? 🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called? 👄-Do they swallow? 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom? 💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in? 🌶-Most sensitive place on their body? 👑-Daddy kink, yes or no? 💍-Ever had an affair? 🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex? 🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

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londoria

Yuria nodded obliquely, glad her helm largely concealed her features. She’d been illegitimately born here before moving on to the city of Irithyll, never quite feeling a sense of belonging. This? A familiar grave, nothing more.

A vast feeling of emptiness and the dark chasm beneath yawned from this place, an impatient part of her wanting the bloody Age of Dark to descend already. “Aye, ‘tis greatly changed since Gwyn’s seed awoke and disturb’d the illusion of what once was.” Did she care? Not particularly. Londor was her home now and all she never needed.

“A change that I welcome.” Tyraemon hummed.

The tendrils around his form twitched, a few more extended from the gaps in his armor, curling around his upper arms and around his torso. The god pinched his chin, turning his head just enough to take in everything surrounding him.

Dark ran rampant around them, bleeding through even the air.

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calmnessispower

“I’m interesting enough then?” He gave a small smile, rather amused by the idea. Charles didn’t see himself as being much interesting at all, but if tyraemon had to leave ten surely he was doing something right.

“Aren’t there other gods like you to spend your time with? Surely you aren’t bored if there are others?”

“There are not any, not to my knowledge in the very least.” He admitted quietly.

Tyraemon felt his form flicker. Holding up one form was not difficult at all, though he still did have the tendency to change whenever something came upon his mind: “I’ve walked the world for centuries, witnessed the rise and fall of kingdoms of yore and the generals of the old, never have I met another during this time.”

But could there be some other deity, someone who could possibly match his power?

Wholly Interesting

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goldenornstein

“I do wonder, though… ” Ornstein was distracted for a moment, his thoughts wandering off the matter at hand. Perhaps dangerously so. Yet if he was going to do the God’s will, he needed to understand him — however difficult it might be. “What do you find interesting?”

It was fairly obvious this Lord didn’t care for the same goals as Gwyn had pursued.

“I am afraid I lack any amusing qualities,” he admitted. That always had been something he considered a flaw of his; quite efficient when it came to duty, then dreadfully dull as a person. “Will that be a problem?”

“You are... special.”

It took him just a second longer than he would have liked to find the right word for the situation. Tyraemon tapped his chin thoughtfully: “Most who have power choose to sit back and do little, very little, or they do everything that they can to change the world for their own image.”

One of the god’s tendrils crept up the knight’s side. He eyed the knight with interest, though maybe something more:

“And you? First of Gwyn’s four knights? You don’t do anything to the likes of what I mentioned... and unlike those of his... ilk -” the word stung his tongue: “You accepted the power of the dark with so very little protest. You seek not powers, as Manus and so many other humans and gods... like Aldrich, Sulyvahn, even Gwyn himself, who sought to subjugate the world to his will.”

What he did not mention, of course, was the gnawing curiosity of the desires that lingered on his new knight’s mind.

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oops angst out of nowhere

also totally forgot today’s 春节(lunar new year)……

But somehow, listening to Undertale remixes filled me with DETERMINATION and this is it. 

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ff+ Tyraemon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

trashy fics || accepting.

What a perplexing text!  Who in the world would take the time to write down some scandalously lewd scene — featuring the elusive God of the Dark and himself, no less.

The Knight was quick to confiscate the offending scroll, making a mental note to seek its writer and murder them in some particularly gruesome manner. Later, though. Now he had a more important matter to solve: 

Take the text to his Lord.

And then ask him if tentacles could actually do that sort of thing.

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Talons traced over the knight’s pallid skin, delicate enough to not break skin yet strong enough to leave just thinly stinging trails over his skin -

“Your efforts do please me, Ser Ornstein.” The god purred. A smile curled over his mouth, one that exposed the razor sharp fangs that lined it: prehensile tongue curling line a long, wet snake when he finally drew back just enough to let his knight take in a breath of air.

The myriad of black tendrils surrounding Tyraemon’s form wrapped themselves around his knight. He brushed his tongue over Ornstein’s throat, over the pallid skin as he took in the sight; his knight had accepted his new identity well, oh yes... saying that it pleased him wouldn’t be the wrong way to put it.

Random kiss meme || always accepting tbh.

None of the Lords he’d served ever expressed such a particular interest in him. It was an odd feeling; a mixture of fierce loyalty, the joy of belonging, once again, and a certain need to feel wanted—loved.

Ornstein removed his helmet and let it fall to the ground, his eyes fixed on the God, as though entranced by the sight. Anyone else would’ve been terrified of approaching the mass Darkness that was his Lord, yet the Knight hesitated not. Never. He wasn’t that different, after all, under the thin layer of skin that kept his warped body in place. 

Despicably soft were his lips, albeit bold and greedy, offering the kiss the God had requested, opening wide and letting his unholy tongue taste him fully. May the sharp fangs hurt his flesh, myriad black tendrils enveloping him whole…

If the Dark had already claimed his soul, then, why not surrendering his body as well?

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"That is a big sword to wield, my Lord.... Or are you, perchance, merely happy to see me?"

“A curious inquiry, my dear knight, though in the words of humans, why not both?”