daemass

[daemass]

@breakalxg​​ !

somber mornings were often spent by her lonesome, drawn to the window prior between corridor’s end  &&.  kitchenette where parish’s perishables stored feasts delight. a mug, brewed fresh from grounds long since met their fate, steams with the foreign scent of bittersweet hazelnut. caffeinated  &&.  a sugar addict, sarvente found fondness in the form of brown bonds between earth soil  &&.  what mortality deemed ‘coffee’. hm! heavenly, the biting divinity that roused attention drew from “dirty bean juice”, as she put it bluntly.

sarvente found her distant gaze pondering the sky’s palette, of smearing pinks  &&.  oranges coming to rise up the golden amber-glow of morning sonnet’s sun. the rise  &&.  fall of crested songbird’s gilded cage, of steady breaths fluttering free from glinting ribcage long since trapped her heaven-bound soul, fallen so far from its deigns, coiled to the brimstone of the planet’s crust. all she had even gleaned to earn was a chance for humanity to rightfully deem their place up above, where she  &&.  many others sought to judge them appropriately.

ah, those were the days. long before beastly sin  -  of greed for mankind became too heavy a burden to bear  -  before wings had been viscerally removed  &&.  cleaved from her shoulders. a shudder ripples down in vain memory, of agonizing blemishes spewing frothing boils like festering infections, oozing cadences of rot  &&.  garnishing immortality forever tainted by the planet’s inner depths. ah, hell. her new homestead, of iron-caste  &&.  deplorables, those long since devastated  &&.  worn thin by the wayward scorn of god. a lone sip of her morning beverage deters her mental vagabond, strays sarvente back to the path of holiness.

bitterness for the righteous aside, the nun feels her body pulse once over at the faintest hint struck in the air ;   like a chord, a harmonious linger of aptitude, of a soldier long since war waged  &&.  won. of ex-convict, her beloved thorn. gaze darts exceedingly overwhelmed, head jut from windowsill to peer out down the hall.                   there he is!                                       swaying with the weight of a body having just torn from slumber, staggering on half-dead to society  &&.  fully deceased in the presence of consciousness. he’s barely above the falter of sleep, of groggy treading clearly jaded for finding solace in the morning’s aphrodisiacs. food. he must smell the confections she had mustered for a suitable sit-down breakfast arrangement!

sarvente parts from her sunrise lighting, sweeps herself out in front of the lumbering giant, her breath stained with nutty aftertaste  &&.  the vacant wisps of chocolate creamer.   “ good morning, ruv! slept well, i hope? i made pancakes  &&.  strawberries if you’re feeling sweet this morning! ”   of course he wasn’t a HUGE fan of sugary substances, but he could manage for once. right? 

[daemass]

mutual contract :  by liking this post, you acknowledge that my writing tendencies can vary between one paragraph to multiple at a time, meaning you could very well write me two paragraphs  &&.  i could respond with nine of my own. YOU HEREBY ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO - AT ANY POINT - MATCH MY LENGTH.

[daemass]

nonverbal  meme  prompts ↪  they  seem  few  &  far  between,  so  i  tried  to  come  up  with  as  many  scenarios  as  i  could  think  of  where  dialogue  wasn’t  a  necessary  starting  point.  some  are  more  uh  specific  than  others  /  drabble-y,  but  they’re  all  dialogue-free  (  tho  ofc  this  does  not  necessarily  extend  to  the  response  itself  ).  to  reverse  who  sends  what,  send  ‘  [  prompt  ]+  ’  !  alter  any  as  you  see  fit,  &  lemme  know  if  anything’s  unclear  ♡

[  pull  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  closer  to  them

[  touch  ]  sender  places  their  hand  affectionately  on  receiver

[  guide  ]  sender  helps  receiver  through  a  difficult  video  game

[  lean  ]  sender  leans  on  receiver

[  pierce  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  piercing  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  sit  ]  sender  sits  in  receiver’s  lap

[  spar  ]  sender  pins  receiver  down  in  a  practice  fight

[  cook  ]  sender  makes  food  for  receiver

[  slide  ]  sender  pushes  an  item  across  the  table  to  receiver

[  kiss  ]  sender  kisses  (  lips,  cheek,  forehead,  hand,  etc  )

[  lead  ]  sender  leads  receiver  someplace

[  wound  ]  sender  injures  muse  in  a  fight  (  practice  or  real  )

[  snap  ]  sender  takes  a  photo  of  receiver  (  candid  or  posed  )

[  drape  ]  sender  drapes  their  arm  around  receiver’s  shoulders

[  bullet  ]  sender  takes  a  bullet  for  receiver  (  literal  or  figurative  )

[  nap  ]  sender  falls  asleep  against  receiver

[  teeth  ]  sender  bears  teeth  at  receiver

[  trace  ]  sender  traces  one  of  receiver’s  scars

[  cocktail  ]  sender  makes  /  gives  receiver  a  cocktail

[  comfort  ]  sender  comforts  receiver  when  they  are  upset  /  crying

[  bouquet  ]  sender  surprises  receiver  with  a  bouquet

[  massage  ]  sender  gives  receiver  a  massage  (  planned,  spontaneous,  full  body,  shoulder,  etc  )

[  mentor  ]  sender  takes  muse  under  their  wing

[  tattoo  ]  sender  helps  receiver  with  a  new  tattoo  (  doing,  aftercare,  etc  )

[  dare  ]  receiver  acts  out  a  dare  from  sender

[  hug  ]  sender  pulls  receiver  into  a  hug

[  phone  ]  receiver  sees  sender  smiling  at  something  on  their  phone

[  popcorn  ]  sender  makes  popcorn  for  a  movie  night

[  wake  ]  sender  tries  to  wake  receiver

[  groom  ]  sender  tries  to  make  receiver  look  more  presentable

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

[  sad  ]  sender  looks  at  receiver  sorrowfully

[  playlist  ]  sender  curates  a  playlist

[  fashion  show  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  choose  an  outfit

[  shield  ]  sender  steps  between  receiver  and  danger

[  bandage  ]  sender  helps  bandage  up  receiver’s  wounds

[  duel  ]  muses  get  into  a  fight

[  fear  ]  sender  finds  receiver  having  a  nightmare

[  hold  ]  sender  holds  receiver’s  hand

[  bruise  ]  sender  finds  receiver  with  a  bruise  /  tries  to  help  receiver  cover  up  a  bruise

[  brush  ]  sender  brushes  /  styles  /  dyes  receiver’s  hair

[  portrait  ]  receiver  paints  a  portrait  of  receiver

[  assist  ]  sender  helps  the  receiver  with  a  task  they’re  struggling  in

[  wow  ]  sender  does  something  to  really  amaze  receiver

[  glare  ]  sender  is  still  hurt  after  an  argument

[  roast  ]  muses  roast  marshmallows  together  /  make  s’mores

[  shoot  ]  muses  attend  a  game  of  paintball

[  diary  ]  receiver  writes  a  journal  entry  about  sender  (  maybe  they  find  it  ?  )

[  dance  ]  sender  whisks  receiver  onto  to  ‘  dance  floor  ’  (  can  be  actual  or  pretend  )

[  rest  ]  sender  rests  their  chin  on  receiver’s  head  /  shoulder

[  manicure  ]  sender  paints  receiver’s  nails

[  tuck  ]  sender  tucks  in  receiver’s  shirt,  hair  behind  ear,  etc

[  chin  ]  sender  lifts  receiver’s  chin  up

[  lap  ]  sender  puts  their  feet  in  receiver’s  lap

[  write  ]  receiver  writes  sender  a  note

[  play  ]  muses  play  a  board  game  /  card  game  together

[  glance  ]  receiver  catches  sender  looking  at  them

[  ill  ]  sender  takes  care  of  receiver  when  they  are  unwell

[  hearth  ]  sender  lights  a  fire

[  tap  ]  sender  taps  receiver  on  the  shoulder

[  bake  ]  muses  bake  together

[  read  ]  sender  reads  to  receiver

[  study  ]  sender  tries  to  help  receiver  study

[  push  ]  sender  pushes  receiver  in  anger

[  skill  ]  receiver  tries  to  assist  sender  in  learning  a  new  skill

[  coated  ]  receiver  finds  sender  covered  in  blood

[  gesture  ]  sender  motions  for  receiver  to  follow  them

[  downpour  ]  receiver  finds  sender  out  in  the  rain

[daemass]

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒 :  a construct of demonic religion, led by a church’s nun - creed born of sin. SARVENTE, friday night funkin MIDFIGHT MASSES. carrd being reworked, ordained by noni / 21 / f.

[daemass]

ANONYMOUS asked: Hdjdhs hi I just wanna say that your icons look so good!!

HI THANK YOU SO MUCH, I LITERALLY SLAVED AWAY ON MAKING THE HEART MASK AND THE CROSS LINE UP THE BEST THEY COULD FOR LIKE, THREE HOURS I THINK IT TOOK ME? AND THAT’S BEFORE I STARTED WITH THE PSD WORK ITSELF LIKE THE COLOR POSTERIZATION AND ALL THAT,,,, still tysm it took me forever to finally nail this badboy down but !!!!  i’m proud of it,, just sucks that i have to INDIVIDUALLY MAKE THEM instead of export in batches like others can.

[daemass]

breakalxg !

❛ .. Morning. ❜ doesn’t sound too enthusiastic, but that’s normal.

“ ruv, please! ”   she barely ushers an extra breath, hand waving up as another cradles her cheek, hides the timid lull to her tone. dulcet fantasies linger on her vocalization, sing under par just how tantalizing the russian’s mere presence brings coy heedings from daemonic entity. lashes turn up, smile bright, even as angelic phantasma seems adrift in morning light’s splashings.                     “ it’s a good morning, especially since you’re here. ”

[daemass]

a few things of note!

as of current standings, i am non-exclusive  &&.  am open to write with any instances of sarvente, ruvyzvat, selever,  &&.  rasazy without interference between portrayals! i am very open  &&.  welcome to all interactions.

i do have minor anxiety about interacting with ruvs / sarvs that seem to click together as i fear i may impede on their territories, but please know i’m more scared of you than you might be of me! it’s not so much duplicate anxiety as it is worrying i’ll be third wheeling character development between writers  &&.  their respective partners. ( i’ve been conditioned to think this way from a toxic past, i apologize! )

[daemass]

flutters her lashes.

ah, ruvyzvat. . . her thorn-laden rose — "good morning!"

[daemass]

resurrects from the dead—