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This is my other account and wanted to post here too. Also, I’ll be on Discord still! I’m still in the online world, just not so active rp-wise.

Alright, so I’m taking a big step back from role play! There’s just very little wiggle room in my life at the moment, and I’m putting all my creative energy into hobbies that yield a bit of cash. If you’re interested in either a) reading the erotica that’ll be publishing in March OR b) would like to commission me, or follow my art auctions, let me know! Otherwise, thanks for all the wonderful posts/threads! See ya! I’m reblogging my sex art from my main blog. Feel free to follow me there with personal blogs or whatever! ♥

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ᴍʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ:

         “Ex-ex-excuse me?”  Rhett spluttered, eyes wide, blinking fast as he looked at the ethereal being in complete and utter shock.  In truth, he shouldn’t be surprised.  After everything Velius had done to him thus far, said to him thus far, or how many times he’d subjected Rhett to look upon that gorgeous nude body, Rhett really shouldn’t be shocked how matter-of-factually he asked about his sex life.  Frankly, he was a little embarrassed to admit to the truth and his floundering was mainly just shame as he stumbled over the fact that he couldn’t answer simply because it was going to make Velius win whatever argument had ready.

         “It’s… it’s been awhile.”  He finally managed, his eyes averted from Velius’, cheeks hot - the red was barely hidden by his light beard.  “A few years maybe,” he finished with a mumble.

          “A few years,” he repeated, but not with disgust, nor pity. It was the missing variable in an equation. All Velius had to do now was solve. 

           Snap.

          With a click of his fingers, they were in Rhett’s room, daylight gone and night in its place. The room was just warm. Comfortable. The moonlight squeezed a few thin, silver rays through the slats of the blinds. Just enough light to see the expressions Rhett would make. Rhett’s legs were open, cock visible, pretty, in need of attention; that’s how Velius had placed him there, and that’s where Velius decided he’d convince him to stay. Velius’s knees pressed into the mattress between Rhett’s thighs. He leaned forward, over Rhett’s living, breathing, perfectly fragile, beautiful body. Their noses were inches apart. Velius grazed Rhett’s lips with his, teasing a kiss, then sat back on his heels and placed his hands beneath Rhett’s knees.

          “You need this,” he said, stern, then winked and grinned. “You can thank me later.”            He lifted, hard, fast, and slid Rhett down the bed toward him. He lifted Rhett’s legs over his broad shoulders, allowing him to control Rhett while he ran the flat of his wide tongue along the curve of his sac. One arm, tensed but not struggling by any means, kept Rhett pinned upside down and half-leaning on his body. The other wrapped around to curl his fingers around Rhett’s cock and stroked, intent on seeing just how big it could be.

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         In spite of himself - Rhett daydreamed.  A ring.  A life.  Something more than an empty little house that was far too quiet after he finished his night shift down at the hospital.  He’d wake up to someone in his bed, he’d smile - he’d be in love.  Rhett had never been in love before, but he was a hopeless romantic at heart.  It was a nice dream - he even smiled a little bit as he considered it, his sticky syrup and buttery bite of pancakes on the end of his fork.

         But it was just a dream.  No matter what he wished for, it was all going to be fake.  The only reason he’d land a date in the first place was because of help from Velius.  The only reason someone would come home was because of Velius.  This would always be because of Velius.

         He set his fork down with a sigh.  “Can we just… isn’t there another way?”  He asked, dark eyes glancing up at the dark-skinned, handsome otherworldly being shoving naked pancakes into his mouth.  “Some other idea?  You’ve got about a billion of them.  I’m sure you can get souls without using me to trick them into dating me.”

         “Of course I can,” he said with a wink and a grin. “But that’s not the point.” Velius plucked another pancake from the pile, but didn’t put it in his mouth. Instead, his eyes landed thoughtfully on Rhett. He looked tired, or perhaps just tired of the game Velius sprung upon him whenever the fuck he felt like it. And he’d been feeling like it more and more with every passing day.

          Velius sat back in his chair. Both hands settled on his lap, and his eyes landed hard, intentional, on Rhett. The pancakes he so anticipated sat forgotten on the table, though they’d only been there a few minutes. A seriousness crossed Velius’s eyes and lips.

          “How long?” he asked, but it better resembled a demand. “Answer me truthfully. How long has it been since you’ve had sex? Any kind.” His head tilted and one hand stroked the thick hair of his dark beard. “Oral. Vaginal. Anal.” The pits of his eyes dilated. “How long?”

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         Miryam drifted close behind, following Velius as he descending so very charmingly upon the gaggle of girls.  Her fingertips (filed to a point, painted bright, vivid, attention-grabbing red) lay themselves against Velius’ shoulder in a familiar, perhaps strange way for a supposed sister to touch her brother.  Then again, Miryam’s own brother earned this affection and touch from her on a daily basis.  Fingers still pressed gently on Velius’ expensive suit, she came around his side and smiled at the women, her lips turned upward and dark eyes mischievous.  She too, dressed expensively - she painted this body in riches.

         Pink tongue swept over plump, red lips and her eyelids jumped open - a fraction of an inch - as she seemed to admire the young, drunken girls beauty.  In truth, Miryam’s eyes were not on the girls body, but the necklace worn over her chest, the gemstones twinkling at the top of her ample cleavage.  Miryam’s fingers drifted away from Velius, freeing him from her touch as he gathered up the girl’s hand.

         Miryam tilted her head, her eyes drifting away to dance over each and every one of them.  They may not have been as laden with jewlery as her initial target was, but they wore rings or earrings or a bracelet or a necklace she was suddenly very hungry to possess.  It was wasted on them.  Stupid mortals.  It would be much better in her personal care.  Not theirs.

         “We’d be so grateful for your company,” she murmured, stepping toward a young thing at the edge of the group, whose eyes had jumped back frequently to Miryam’s curves.  She could smell the desire rolling off the girl’s body, and her lips pursed into a knowing smile.  She reached out, running the back of her fingers over the girl’s cheek.  “Drinks will be on us, of course.”  She let her gaze linger on the girl’s, entrancing her like a snake charmer, and tilted her head.  “Won’t they, brother?”

         Oh, she was very good.

         "Absolutely. Absolutely." He waved a hand and nodded, dismissing the worry entirely and easily, as if it were a given.

         Velius suppressed the urge to ignore the flies they were luring into their spider’s web just to tell her he admired the way she... worked. But business came first. He allowed the soft hand (in his other hand) to fall away, as if he regretted not being able to hold it longer. Let her think he hungered to be tight inside her wanting cunt. The real prize was hidden too deep for even his cock to touch.

         His eyes glittered on the little treasures before him just as Miryam’s eyes lit up at the sight of pretty things they wore. Their ring leader turned into them. Velius patiently waited through the giggling and whispers. There was some hesitation among a few, some eagerness among a particular two, and the rest could be moved either way. 

         “We’d love to!” said one. Velius grinned at Miryam, then at the bedazzled broads. 

         “Right this way, ladies.”

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         Top floor. The elevator doors parted, and the hoard timidly spilled into the room. Velius could have stormed them. He could have snapped his fingers and thrown them into a nightmare. But he rather liked the game they were playing, and wanted to see it out. Velius glanced to Miryam. The gaze lingered, intense, then snapped away as if he’d never stopped to look at her.

         “Who wants to christen the bar?” Upbeat, smiling, controlled, Velius strode to the private bar, and put himself behind it. A dozen top-shelf bottles sat in the clean wells, seals still in-tact. He lifted the Grey Goose with one hand and gestured toward his “sister” to join him behind the little bar. A few girls crowded the stools and left their purses on the many beautiful pieces of furniture around the large, open space. A few others wandered about to take selfies or ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ at the glass walls which allowed onlookers to view the entire, sparkling strip of Sin City.

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susierpt:

me: i have an idea for a new plot

partner: oh cool what is it!

me:

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✧ (for thomas - I know we haven't done much with these two but if you can think of anything for their future that applies as velius helps thomas get rich)

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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ᴜɴᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅs:

There was always something so….messily sticky about LA to Kit. Sure it didn’t have the hamper of Sebastian’s ever-lurking presence like New York did, the sun shone well enough and God knows, she could make a veritable fortune from it’s inhabitants. Still, it wasn’t a place she liked to visit too often - it was far to opposite to London, maybe that was it. Nonetheless, here she was - the lure of an obscenely wealthy new client just too hard to resist, given that she was soon to diminish her private practice and venture into a new role that wouldn’t provide even half the salary she gave herself at present. Needs must when the devil called, it seemed.

One thing they always, always got wrong, was a Gin & Tonic and as she sipped on her drink that more resembled some gaudily coloured concoction who’s name was meant to imply the zany personality of the drinker than the refined British classic, she was drawn to lament her lot in life, even though it would only be for a few days (a week at most, she’d been promised). She stuck out here, dressed in subtle and neutral shades, while everyone else in the bar was peacocking in blues, pinks, red, greens, all the colours of the rainbow on display and her, the single grey/beige cloud on the horizon. Even her hair seemed out of place, brushed until untangled then wrapped into a knot at the back of her head whereas every other woman had locks a-flowing, yet teased and tousled into shape….a hefty percentage of the men too.

Except the one that spoke to her, he looked…..more normal than the rest. Not quite as bright or garish and with a style that was effortless, yet contrived by something, as if it wasn’t really his, somehow. The words were suspect also, said easily enough, but not meant, not altogether true. And so, she lied right back. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think the gentleman I’m waiting for would be very pleased if he found I’d abandoned him for another, before he even showed up. Do you?” she proposed, brain already ticking over the back up plan should he call her bluff.

          Velius only smiled, but the rest of his expression was unreadable. He’d thought to play nice, dance the dance of meeting someone new at an upscale hotel bar, etc., but seeing as she was less than receptible to a gentle gesture, he was left with two options.

          “Apologies,” said Velius, and gave a short nod and a smile. He twisted in his chair to face the bar again, knowing well that his suit fit him precisely the way it ought to, and hinted at the well-kept muscles that lay beneath it. “Enjoy your evening.”

          Two options.

          One. He could leave. What was one mortal woman to him? Despite her beauty - which was remarkable (which was saying something considering he’d seen the evolution of man since they were born into life) - she was nothing, like the rest of them; a mere product of God’s narcissism and dust. Toys. Velius would easily forget her and pursue another. 

           Two. He could wait. He could have a drink and idle conversation with the bartender - these hotel bars were slower - when they wasn’t terribly busy. It’d be simple conversation. Friendly. Platonic. He could leave before she did, and descend upon her when she was alone. It would be fun, he fancied, to see the confidence leave her eyes as he unraveled the very fabric of what she might know as reality.             Velius remained where he sat and lifted a finger to gain the bartender’s attention. “Gin and tonic, please.” The bartender nodded, made it, and though Velius was tempted to look over and see if she notice, he refrained. It’d seem coincidence, though it was far from it. He could do many things mortal men could not, and one of them was being able to smell her drink from where he sat. The bartender placed the drink before him, but before Velius placed cash on the bartop, he pretended to eye the glass.

          “Could I trouble you to remake it?” he said with apologetic eyes. The bartender nodded and said, “Of course,” because that was what he was supposed to do. The new drink was cleaner, clearer, and Velius paid double what the drink was worth. “Thank you. I appreciate that.” He lifted the drink, a cheer to the man who made it, then sipped it to be sure it tasted as good as it looked. 

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@a-kitten-with-claws

          When darkness fell, and the clouds moved in like soldiers in the night; when the garish light of day was conquered once more; the monsters of Los Angeles came out to play. Velius watched the rats run their race, then scuttle to their homes once the clock struck five. They changed their skins and emerged young, glamorous, ready to worship at the altar of sin. Velius could not wait to be their new god.

          He grinned from the pitch blackness of a downtown alley, and fashioned himself his favorite body decked in designer style. It was easy to mimic them - humans in their pretty flesh cages - and he rather liked to. One, brown, thick hand ran down his chest, fingers sliding delicately over the pale damask pattern on his vest. His eyes gleamed. This night, he would find another soul, one truly worth collecting.

          Velius stepped into the routine chaos of downtown L.A. and reveled in navigating around the silver giants made of glass and steel. He let his hands graze the thigh or neck of a stranger, but would be gone when they turned to see who touched them. Window shopping. None sparked his interest, however, until he saw him.

          A young man with long, blond, smooth hair down his back and eyes so blue, they reminded him of the color of heaven’s sky. Perhaps he was worthless, but Velius was willing to find out. He stepped casually, mortally, after the blond man. Into a hotel - a rather nice one, though it wasn’t exactly the Ritz-Carlton - and down to the bar they went. Who this mystery man was meeting, Velius wondered. He could a patient creature.

          He chose to sit at the opposite end of the bar so that he might observe and decide if this man was what he was after. But the man ordered a light beer, and Velius rolled his eyes. A woman - terribly plain-looking - approached the stranger, and shook his hand. A cross hung around her neck. Enough. He wasn’t the one.

          It was then that Velius noticed another. What a lovely one. In her face there was classic beauty, yes, but something else there as well. Something sweet, something which drew his senses to her. She sat not directly next to him, but close enough that he might turn his bearded face toward her and cast a charming grin her way. Accent hard to pin, a mix of the Indian man he appeared to be and something terribly sophisticated, he sat tall and asked, “I’m afraid I’ve been stood-up,” he lied with centuries of practice. “I had planned to buy at least one lady a drink tonight. Would you mind very much if it were you?” The low tone of his voice floated across the gap, smooth, like oil was smooth. Slick.

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          so, just a quick update! 

          i’m changing my following rules. i’m only going to follow people after we’ve posted back and forth a few times, bc my dash is mad cluttered with characters velius has never even interacted with. if we had something plotted, i’m still 100% down for what we worked out! i’m just not going to follow again until we’ve got it going. c: ♥

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The Devil’s Cabaret (1930)

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✧ (for Alice)

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ (for Rhett)

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ (for Miryam)

send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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"You don’t want much, do you?" from sophie lmao

          A charming grin etched itself into his bearded cheek as one hand raised to pinch and curl the end of his moustache. A twinkle danced in his eye and he peered down at his newest target. 

          “Only to help us both,” he said. He disappeared, but reappeared at her back with his arms draped around her. Lips brushing her ear with every syllable, thick hands on her lower stomach - idly stroking over her empty womb, hidden beneath clothes and flesh - he whispered. 

          “All you have to do is sign on the dotted line.”

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(truth serum ask from eleanor) "so why did you want to get out of the good place so bad anyways? does being an angel really suck that bad?"

          Beneath the calm facade of a human expression, an angel writhed and fought against the magic coursing through him, forcing him to spill a truth he’d never otherwise speak of. Had Eleanor asked when he could dance around the truth, or offer a half-truth, it would’ve been nothing to him. 

          The brown of his eyes turned white and the man’s voice he had changed into several voices, one for each face of the creature he was. A glow, pure and yellow - a godly ichor - emanated from his crown. Velius began to peel. Like the dated wallpaper in an old home, slices of the handsome Indian body he paraded around in curled forward and down. Bit by bit, the warm light cast the false form away until all that was left was the raw truth of what he was.

          To a mortal, his angel voice would be terrifying. It reverberated as if they stood in a cathedral whose walls were built to amplify the sound of God. Six wings - feathered white and covered in eyes which came in every color and constantly swiveled in their sockets - fluttered at his back and lifted him a few inches above the ground.

          He was not beautiful. He was not of the earth. Yet, tranquility and calm would come over all who looked upon him and heard his voice. 

          “I endured the will of God and Her company. I have done what has been asked, yet, fulfillment did not come to me as it came to my siblings. She was cruel, God. She denied me fulfillment, and then denied me love. An angel has no place if they do not feel love. If God’s love is not enough, Heaven is not good enough, for that’s what fills it. God is the gateway, and I loved my ambition… and another - you may call it a guardian angel - more.”

          Darkness. A comfort. It seeped into the yellow light, swallowing it. It bled onto the top of his head and turned his angelic body back into the charming, Indian mortal he paraded around in. Too, his voice was that of a lowly man’s. His eyes were the last to change, but they were black, sclera included.

          “I’m damned. Damned from the start.” Velius turned from Eleanor and looked into the sky that was not actually the sky. He wondered what the bastard, God, had planned for him. He’d escape Her wrath; he would earn his horns, and forget he ever knew the meaning of love.

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(truth serum ask from eleanor) "you kind of like me a little bit don't you? im growing on you like mold"

          Velius rolled his eyes, but they didn’t change color. Of all the things she could ask, of course Eleanor would ask a question that had primarily to do with her. Velius arched a thick brow and looked down his large nose at her. It couldn’t be helped, no matter how badly he wanted to ignore her question altogether.

          “Yes,” he conceded. He folded his thick arms across his puffed-out chest. “Or more accurately, I guess.” It wasn’t every day he was forced to be truthful, and he’d rather it was his last.

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My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

MY CHARACTER HAS TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY, NO MATTER THE QUESTION.