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An abnormal shadow settles over the face of the God of the statue in the Temple of Death, the home of the God of the Underworld. For those who don't know, it may be unsettlin, but those who are familiar with it would know that the God himself just happens to be present and walk among visitors. Today was such a day. Late in the evening with the fires illuminating the space in a warm glow and people slowly moving out to go home, to friends, where ever their journeys might take them. Orcus watched people slowly make their ways out. Some greet him, some ignored him. He on the other hand was more interested in meeting a particular visitor today, stopping a few paces behind the man. "You're quite devoted, Lycaon. You do this every time you visit." It's an observation, no ill intent in the words of any sort. "Does it offer you peace?"

--- Lycaon spent many of his days in penance; not all of them to the God of the Underworld- not all of them in this temple in specific, but he paid mind to all the deities for the sake of his crimes. Crimes that had passed by millennia at this point, but crimes he remembered all the same, ones that still rung so clearly in his mind, not yet fogged by the sands of time or the memory of years past. No, it was as if they happened yesterday and for that...he sat upon knees and calves before the great statue as humans and creatures milled around him.

--- With sun setting and fires lit, a soft exhale and a chuff escaped him as smells and sights all but assaulted his overactive nostrils; incense and offerings. Perfumes and oils. Those that were more devout certainly attended this place, but they were foolish to walk so blindly past the one they prayed to without noticing just who it was.

--- The wolf's ears twitched absently with the presence, grand and heavy as it was, the sheer magnitude of it bringing its own electrical field and causing tension along predator's shoulders until he forced himself to relaxed as low tones met canals with the call of his name. A snort escaped, slate orbs closing to the sound after a moment for what reason did he have to gaze upon the statue with the God himself right behind him?

--- ' I'm not nearly so devoted as some of these mortals...you have quite the collection, you know. They're diligent... ' an idle, dry chuckle, smirk quirking at the corners of his lips before he shifts from his knees to stand at towering full height, turning and resting a palm on sharp hip. Gaze settles upon divinity, head cocked in curious discernment. ' It's proper to pay respects when one visits- it'd be rude, not to. ' a mutter, before the latter words catch him off guard and lips purse in turn.

--- ...the truth was, it didn't bring him peace, despite him wishing it did, every time. ' No. I'm not so lucky. ' was the only offered replied, curt, clipped, jaded in its utterance. Eventually though, he exhales another quiet sigh, closing his eyes against displayed rudeness and pinching the bridge of his nose. ' To what do I owe the pleasure this time, Orcus? '

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--- inhales. i think i fixed all my muse images. but anyone is welcome to let me know if i missed one or if something on any of their pages is messed up?? admittedly, a lot of the information is probably outdated, i'm notoriously bad at keeping up with that stuff. T^T

--- STILL!! i'm more than happy to message/discord back and forth about any that someone is interested in. 8D

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most of the icons on your muses' roster are broken!

--- ah shit. well, i've been pretty neglectful of my blog so that makes sense. i will get to working on fixing them all, thank you for making me aware of it!! <3 <3

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--- ' Lowkey wanna date me, when you fuck me~. ' a purr, breath soft against his ear as she responds in kind, sharpened canines closing tenderly around the lobe.

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--- give faye a girlfriend to spoil. shakes change jar. shakes CHANGE JAR?

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❝ You know I don't think we've ever talked about our love life or lack thereof before. ❞ They were sitting at the bar once again. A place where, strangely enough, Kurama felt vulnerable to talk about anything. Maybe it was more than just the place, perhaps it was also the company. ❝ So how about it? —You ever been in love, Haru? ❞

--- Given the transient nature of their relationship and his penchant for visiting her at her place of work on these late nights, it was no wonder they'd both taken to drinking at the bar. Talking about ridiculous topics; things that were personal but never too personal. Then again, he was human and the alcohol tended to slip through his system much faster than it did her own, so when he managed to mention that they'd never talked about their love lives, she had to resist the urge to scoff.

--- Instead, a graceless cough sputtered out, nearly choking on the drink she'd just taken from her glass. ' Excuse me? Lack thereof? Speak for yourself, pretty boy. ' she mused idly, tracing a clawed digit along the rim of her glass, snorting before dropping her hues into the liquid with a huff as he made such a bold and presumptive assessment. It was accurate, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing as much, just yet.

--- ' I think you're only inclined to talk about love because you've had too much to drink. ' she muttered out, shaking her head with pursed lips. The topic was...unsettling. Uncomfortable, to say the least, if only because of the painful connotations it bore in her very soul. Humans would not understand at all, and how could she explain it to one, especially when he was so clearly inebriated like so? She wouldn't dare.

--- A shake of her head. ' How about you start, mm, Kurama? Since you're so eager to bring it up. Have you ever been in love, Detective? Inquiring minds are just dying to know. ' she muttered sarcastically, the drawl of her voice clearly implying she imagined and assumed he'd respond with a resounding no, and she expected nothing else. For a topic that could bear such...deep fruit, the kitsune wouldn't be surprised if the labors of such were met with nothing but resistance and died before they found life.

--- ...after all. Who wanted to confess to having been in love, and getting their heart broken? Especially when you portrayed such a confident, callous demeanor. One that spoke volumes to being untouchable.

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the way he lingered on the outskirts of her sights could be considered creepy to some , yet it is mere the hesitation that palpitates within his chest that locks his feet in place. arms curled across chest , brilliant reds eyeing her for the moment. what irritation she seared through the man , yet , comfort seems to seep ever so slowly through his mind. someone who was loyal and devoted , someone who he found a hindering attachment too.

an inhale is taken and thus , a clear of the throat. ❛ you have been awfully quite , Vaedryn. ❜ an acute ( and frankly ridiculous ) observation spoken out , tone teetering on its always playful venture as if to pass over the hurt that may linger upon his tongue. ❛ what? are you suddenly to good to come see me? what if i missed you? ❜ bottom lip near pouts in slight , even turning his gaze to that of a 'puppy' look.

❛ do you hate me already? ❜

--- There is a single minded focus she bears in idly brushing her hair; brush after brush, dragging through snow pale locks. She'd already put on make up, not that she needed it- countenance was always flawless given her nature as a succubus. Beautiful by default, thanks to the Lord of Lust's blessings, creating them so perfectly...creating them all so beautifully, crafted to be desired and wanted by all that they came across. Why not him? Why did he not want her, then? The nagging thought constantly tugged at her mind until a furrow etched into her brow.

--- Despite being unable to see him properly, liquid gold fixed into the mirror to stare at her own pathetic visage reflected back at her, she can feel his presence like a heartbeat. A pulse just beneath her skin, a dull and constant throb; a hum of innocuous thirst and desire...unlike any she'd experienced before. Wasn't it them that controlled the desire of others? Lips pursed in aggravation, annoyed once more, before his throat is cleared and she languidly draws back, setting the brush down as he addresses her properly.

--- ' I thought you liked it best when I was quiet, Master? ' she purred out a coy response, forcing a smirk to curve at her lips, though the expression didn't reach her eyes as it usually did. The unsettling lack of genuine emotion that bubbled from her chest gave way to the guilty pangs of unease and confusion. What if I missed you? Do you hate me already? Eyes flicker with curiosity at his words, and he's ever so good at masking his own feelings that she truly did miss the hurt his own tongue spun.

--- ' Did you miss me, Master? I'm never too good to visit- I'm your creation, after all, simply giving you what you always demand of me. Space, silence, peace. ' she shrugs absently, tilting hollowed gaze back towards the mirror before orbs flicker down towards the array of objects set upon flat surface before her. ' Are we even allowed to hate you, my Lord? Is that within our ability, as your creations? ' she chuckled wryly, a pained twist of her lips as she half sneered the words, mostly to herself. ' What would it matter if I did or didn't? You could simply command my love and adoration once more. ' a wistful, forlorn and dramatic sigh, before casting him a teasing grin, hooded gaze slipping over to him once more. ' Right, Master? '

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"Happy Valentine's Day, Haru. I've never really...told you, but your company these past few months have made me feel less alone. I doubt I could ever find the words to properly thank you without dying from embarrassment, so—" With a hint of excitement, he presented a carefully chosen gift – a sleek, black sequin dress, meticulously protected by a delicate film. "I hope you like it because I'd love to take you out in it."

--- Valentine's Day was usually so overrated...at least, that's what the kitsune always told herself, but perhaps that was only because she often received so many meaningless gifts from strangers. Men, and women alike; those who didn't know a single thing about her. Invitations out from people who had seen her dance and hadn't bothered with anything else. Perhaps it was the pang of bitterness in her chest that had made her so bitter towards it, so cynical- the fact that no one had ever bothered to truly try with her.

--- Or maybe it was her? Maybe it was the fact that she'd never once met someone worth calling an equal, and had thus never given another the time of day. Her own arrogance and narcissism refused to let her think that she was the problem in such a situation though; the very last thing she expected was Kurama at the door of her penthouse, the delicate film on the dress doing nothing to hide its contents and despite as much, her gaze is fixed upon his face instead.

--- She's...searching for something in his gaze. In the way his mouth moves, forms the words...the way his eyes meet her own, before mossy orbs are shifting the his body language. The timbre of his voice, and she inhales quietly, subtly, pulling lower tier against a fang in thought. Everything about him makes the gesture seem so...real, so sincere, despite how closed off he always is in most of the interactions and while there are moments in which they've both opened up, they are infrequent and rather far between.

--- ' I...well...don't die from embarrassment or anything, fool. If you do, this...this dress would go to waste, and what a damn shame it'd be, if you never got to see me in it, hm? After...all the trouble you went through, of getting it. Right? ' she muttered out, trying to mask the idle flutter in his chest that someone had chosen a dress intentionally for her. It was...so personal, to know someone's style, and their size no less. It was intimate.

--- Fingers reach out, idly touching the film as she finally allowed her gaze to shift from him to the dress, expression softening as a smirk pulled at the corners of her lips. ' It's beautiful. I adore it; have you been studying my body so much, to know it'll fit me? ' there returns the playful tease in her tone, finally coming back to her senses as a chuckle spills out, leaning on the door frame to allow him entrance into her apartment, if he so desired.

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lazy is the way her body leans over his shoulders , the size different near laughable but it doesnt stop the way her arms curl loosely along his chest from behind and chin rests on her own. vermillion shades peer upon the Angel with curiosity , digit tips making random shapes where ever they touched.

❛ why have you not smite me yet , dearest light? ❜ her tone is genuine in its question , softer than her normal playful antics. shades remain ever focused , watching for any change in expression or reaction. ❛ i have thought about asking before. wouldnt it be easier to just get rid of me? ❜

--- He's sat down, hunched slightly forward with knees spread wide to attend the edge of his bled with whetstone. Mind is focused intently upon task at hand and despite his company being a demon monarch of sorts, he bears little concern of trust in having his back turned or being wary of presence. In fact, he is comfortable enough to allow his fractured mind to wander in these moments- digits sliding stone down angel forged metal.

--- His Father's will is clear; a pure world in which the righteous and clean curate their space and lead others. Sinners are meant to either repent or be purged; so many call into question his methods, his antics- have called him mad for as much, and while his faith is unwavering and unshakeable, there are moments in which he would be remiss not to wonder if his Father would have wanted him to choose another path to achieve this goal.

--- It's only when he feels the pressure of petite frame, the curl of small limbs and her chin resting upon shoulder, does he snap from his thoughts as her fingertips ignite sparks wherever they travel. It serves as a reminder that sin is abundant and he has offered choice to sinners, given them free will as his Father would have wanted. Question posed gives him pause, though not for its nature- only for the fact that she sounds so sincere when asking it.

--- Glasya is ever playful, ever teasing, hiding her machinations behind a coy smile and tempting flirtations. Not this time. His expression remains placid, indifferent, though contemplative of the answer as he gives it proper consideration; before eventually he shakes his head. ' No, it wouldn't be easier to just get rid of you. You have exceptional ties to the hierarchy in Hell...you're useful, little demon. At least for now. ' he mused, and while that was certainly a truth in its own right...

--- ...it wasn't the whole truth. Her companionship was growing on him. The way she kept him on his toes, flipping between earnest and playful, coy and sincere, flirty and treacherous. A constant guessing game, coupled with the fact that she seemed to genuinely support his goals; would they always align with her own, who knew? For now though, they appeared as tentative allies...and she was lovely all the same. Such was the reason a palm lifted, setting sword aside to curl fingers around his wrist instead, giving her arm a small tug until she was before him, half in his lap. ' Why the sudden interest? '

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he had planned ahead of time. made sure the other was out of the house when he started decorating (decor he had hidden for near weeks now). reds , purples , and blues in streamers was set up around their shared livingroom with the same shade of balloons scattered around or floating by string. the kitchen island held a cake , the shape of a chibi wolverine (the baker did an amazing job) and some candles , as well as a box and card.

the card held a simple note 'dinner for two at your favorite place and a massage.' phel was more than happy to take him where ever. but as the door opened a bit untimely does crimson eyes blink at the other , pink flourishing across his cheeks. he stood there before the cake a bit awkwardly , holding the lid to the box. and swiftly slapping it onto the present. he took a deep breath in , held the present firmly in hands as feet pad him towards partner. and simply. . . thrusts it towards the taller one.

inside contained a stuffie of Setts own , a little FUWA of his own. once ear of the FUWA is squeezed , a soft voice could be heard from the stuffie. Phels own. a specific message made only for the other. with pinks still painting expressionism , the musician is looking down shyly , lips merely mouthing 'happy birthday.'

--- It wasn't like Phel to all but push him out of the shared apartment, but it was fortunate enough for the mute that Sett had intended to leave for a while anyway. There was nothing better than working up a sweat for a big meal in the evening, right? The gym was bound to create a great atmosphere and all he was looking forward to- well, all he'd said he wanted for his birthday, was a big ass delicious dinner.

--- Not that companion had shared a time in which he needed to stay out and gone, so when he'd come back...in the midst of a seemingly special moment, orbs lighted in surprise at the decor strewn across the apartment. The rest of Heartsteel had called him earlier this morning, sharing a video chat to wish him a happy day but he was most looking forward to spending it with the slender man before him. Especially the moment he saw the flush of color spread from cheeks to neck.

--- A broadening grin split across his features, adjusting the eared cap upon his head before striding in smoothly to meet the padding feet of partner. He'd meant to scoop the other up and squeeze him in a tight hug, to open mouth and exclaim how wonderful and nice the decorations are, but the plush is instead shoved thrust into his grasp with little warning. ' Bit eager, huh? ' he teased with toothy grin, head tilting slightly, chuckling a bit as he gazed fondly at the Fuwa and just how charming it looked on its own.

--- It took only another moment to realize that the ear needed squeezing for recorded message to be played. It...wasn't all that long ago, that Aphelios had needed the surgery on his throat and his vocal chords. Long enough for them to heal by now, but not so long that...they weren't dearly missed, not so long that Sett didn't remember the pleasant sound of his voice...when they'd first started dating. Before said voice was taken, even before he'd ever gotten to hear words that now ushered forth so sweetly from the Fuwa's plush box.

--- Mouth gaped open after a moment...his throat suddenly dry, fingers tightening into the plush. When had his eyes begun to sting like that? He was so fixed upon the plush that he'd nearly missed the way Phel was mouthing Happy Birthday to him; before squeezing the ear one more time, then two. Then once more after that. ' Phel... ' the single word, a bit hoarse, before he set the plush on the counter, next to the cake- as good as it looked, his arms circled slender hips before squeezing and lifting the shorter into his grasp.

--- Pulled flush against broad, firm chest, he pressed his forehead into Aphelios' own chest, feeling the steady thump and rhythm of heartbeat, inhaling slowly as he calmed himself down. The others heart...it always calmed him down. ' I love you too, Phel...Aphelios. I love you...so much... ' a mutter into cloth, into material, muffled by it and all for the best as his fingers tightened and bunched into the others shirt at the back, sniffing sharply.

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--- Birthday boy! Birthday boy, birthday boy. He wonders what he's going to get for his birthday~.

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--- Birthday boy! Birthday boy, birthday boy. He wonders what he's going to get for his birthday~.

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--- uhhh. i've fucked off a lot as many of you have noticed. life hit me pretty hard the last...few w/e but i'm going to try and be more present. that said. i've cleared a lot of my inbox and drafts out of stuff that i'm just not feeling and can't seem to get muse back for.

--- i've kept some stuff. if there's anything specific you want to keep or have ideas for, feel free to like/comment on this or approach me in dm's or on discord and let's chat/plot!! i have old asks and drafts (please don't look at me) that i'm gonna answer...

--- so if you see some old ass shit on the dash, no you didn't, just move along. they're just things that i really liked and still wanted to answer even if some of you have forgotten they existed. :|

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