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“Certainly.” As if. He’d be accused of something if it wasn’t plagiarism, regardless of whether or not he claimed the idea had been his. Besides which, he wanted to see if Fausta would gossip to the other demon about the time they spent together. What better way than to play a whisper game? “Ah, humility. There’s no argument on that front, you’re quite right. Pride and I are well-acquainted with each other.”

Reptiles never were his sort of creature. Not to mention that without some effort, most animals tended to flee in his presence. Sebastian put a hand up in a gesture of momentary surrender. “Guilty as charged. He really does try, but I’m afraid that warnings only spur me on. Sometimes I wonder if he does it on purpose... given that marvellous glare you have, I’d hazard a guess that Akephalos still has a thing or two to learn. Or perhaps he just knows you are a big girl who can take care of herself.”

His eyes followed her, unblinking. “Only if you’ll excuse mine. I have a tendency to forget that others partake in that sort of thing. Is the caffeine an enjoyment, or a necessity?” Sebastian glanced over her shoulder into the distance, back the way he’d walked. “I imagine it must be hard to ensure another’s safety if you are not in peak condition.”

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Helpless things. No wonder humans had thrown them into stews at the first chance available. What else were they good for, barring breeding like wildfire and creating irritating little holes in gardens? “Apologies, it wasn’t my primary intention to startle you or your little friend.” It was clear he didn’t much mind about the outcome, whatever his intention. Reputation was an important thing to maintain wasn’t it? The irritated hissing from her new arrival did not go unnoticed either, a mocking furrow in his brow. What would a rattlesnake do against him? Fortunately, he was not here to cause conflict. 

...Yet. He was a desperately fickle thing, these days.

“The kind that suffocates the unlucky listener... how very poetic of you. I’ll have to keep the description in mind for the future.” While it had been a convenient conversation opener, he really did want to bring something interesting back to Fausta when next they met. A more macabre, vivid depiction of Wonderland seemed like the sort of thing that might just be to her taste.

“...I haven’t told you of any plans. No, I haven’t come to cause you harm. But I daresay that isn’t the sort of thing you should assume. Those would make for terrible last words, don’t you think? ‘Not here to murder me, are you.’ Imagine the embarrassment.” He smiled, all teeth. “Akephalos does have rather a large mouth on him, but I cannot complain. Then my reputation precedes me somewhat.” With a laugh that sounded too musical for the nature of its owner, Sebastian stepped nearer. “Please, relax. I only wanted to meet with you --- how could I not, when you are one of his closest friends?”

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There is poise to the way he turns, as there is in all things he does. Pinstripes are not his usual go-to but today is not like other days. Only one lapel, the line of which cuts strikingly across the chest. He does not need to know a man to understand the nature of his soul. It is that and not the flattering words that make his lips peel into a smile. One hand weasels itself back into his trouser pocket.

“How complimentary of you, sir. I could certainly put you in touch with my tailor. Pierre would be grateful for the business, I’m sure. He keeps a stunning selection. Consistently, I’d add. Might I ask your name, so as to pass it on to him?”

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adder up. // @serpentinebrutality

“I have heard so many things about you. How delightfully unexpected to meet you in the flesh. After all this time.” Came a smooth voice. It was delightful, true. But hardly unexpected. He’d followed her from the gallery to the woods with every intention of introducing himself when the time arose. Barely a few seconds after addressing her, he launched into his inquiry.

“What do you suppose a Jabberwocky sounds like? Marvellous poem. It mentions burbling and galumphing, but I’m unsure as to what either of those actually sound like. I realise it’s rather an unlikely thought exercise, but I have an overly-thorough 10-year-old to impress and it’s a question I think I’ll be needing the answer to soon.” He stepped out from the treeshade, unfurling his arms and displaying his usual domestic look.. “Sebastian. I presume you’ve heard of me, too.”

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3: Does your muse like to dress up for their partner or themselves? If so, what do they wear? 4: Does your muse like for their partner to dress up for them? If so, what would they like to see their partner in? 10: What is your muse like after sex? Do they like to cuddle, chat, or go right to sleep? (4 is especially for research purposes 👀)

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3: Does your muse like to dress up for their partner or themselves? If so, what do they wear?

It’s very rare to find Sebastian in something that isn’t a suit or a neighbouring piece of attire. Even when dressed in disguise he tends to wear something with at least an element of formality. For one-night stands, he will rarely come in anything except his usual. But if he has a longer-term fling or relationship, he’ll be sure to make a note of anything they voice a preference for. He pulls off Hell in heels with an illegal amount of grace. Overall, it is down to Sebastian considering if it ruins his aesthetic or not. If he doesn’t feel something suits him it will only serve to dampen his mood severely. Having a partner praise his appearance is important to him. 4: Does your muse like for their partner to dress up for them? If so, what would they like to see their partner in?

Slim-fitting dresses and other garments, especially if it can be slipped over the shoulders. He can be very partial to pulling on a tie, shirt collar or long hair, so both are a big plus. ‘Nothing at all’ also appeals to him. He still enjoys undressing his partner if the opportunity presents itself, and gets overly-pleased about undoing buttons. Usually he is not the type to ruin good clothing since he has such a thing about his own. But if you catch him at a time when he is particularly ravenous or in need, then you might want to say a rapid farewell to whatever it is you’re wearing, because it’s unlikely to make it out the other side. He’s also a fan of keeping clothes on during sex, especially if they are lighter colours in situations where he’s allowed to make his partner a fraction bloody --- the one kind of stains he’ll be pleased about.

10: What is your muse like after sex? Do they like to cuddle, chat, or go right to sleep?

Sebastian does not sleep and is easily bored. This is on top of having a ridiculous amount of stamina. In the event of a one-off with a stranger, he will either wait for his bed partner to fall asleep before taking his leave, or politely excuse himself. If he is with a long-term partner, he enjoys watching them (closely) succumb to sleep. Discussion is welcomed if it happens. During this time, Sebastian is also much more open to sharing things he wouldn’t usually. He will occasionally caress his partner and examine any marks he has received/given. Given his insatiable sexual appetite, he will rarely turn down the suggestion of another round --- or will bring it up himself.

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6: Does your muse like to roleplay in the bedroom? What archetype or character do they like playing?| 9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?|11: Is there a personality trait that makes somebody instantly sexually attractive to your muse?|15: Are there any kinks your muse would like to try but hasn’t yet? Is there a reason they haven’t?

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6: Does your muse like to roleplay in the bedroom? What archetype or character do they like playing? Depending on whose pants he plans on getting into, it can vary vastly. He has played the blushing maiden only a couple of times, but these may not count as both occasions ended in a meal, so the aspect of personal enjoyment was not really at play. It can be difficult when he is excited for Sebastian not to slip into… well, himself. He has thoroughly enjoyed playing out doctors, police, and other figures of authority. It isn’t uncommon for him to be brattish when taking on a submissive role. 9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?

Voyeurism or the potential outcome of being caught are both big in his book. Sure, the bedroom is fine. But he’s just as comfortable having it away hastily against an office desk, at a celebration, etc. With a long-term partner, he is frequently suggestive and enjoys teasing them in small ways throughout the day, until the promise of a heated tryst becomes too much for either (or all) of them to bear.

11: Is there a personality trait that makes somebody instantly sexually attractive to your muse? Anyone who he feels can match him intellectually is a good start. People who don’t lie down in the sand for him but instead hold their ground are very likely to hold Sebastian’s attention for longer. It’s a bonus if they retaliate themselves to an insult or jab with a well-crafted one of their own. For him, half the fun of foreplay is bantering back and forth with his partner, whether this is an element that unfolds as part of role-playing or not. He is also always impressed when a partner understands his own needs and desires without being asked, and actively seeks to appease them.

15: Are there any kinks your muse would like to try but hasn’t yet? Is there a reason they haven’t?

Having been around for a long time, Sebastian has had his fair share of experimentation and exploration of new things. It’s unlikely he’ll raise an eyebrow even at the most outlandish of kinks being mentioned because someone has probably brought it up before. However, he hasn’t really gotten into the rope play for a while. If a partner can handle it, he’ll definitely have a “go hard or go home” mindset. But if he gets the chance to tie them up, it’s a practice he’ll spend an irritatingly long amount of time on, especially if combined with edging. Sometimes it will be soft fabrics like silk and linen. He tends to prefer something which will leave marks, like coir.

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20 Sinday Questions

1: Does your muse have any extra specific turn ons?

2: Does your muse have any extra specific turn offs?

3: Does your muse like to dress up for their partner or themselves? If so, what do they wear?

4: Does your muse like for their partner to dress up for them? If so, what would they like to see their partner in?

5: Does your muse have any kinks they’re embarrassed by?

6: Does your muse like to roleplay in the bedroom? What archetype or character do they like playing?

7: Does your muse like using toys with their partner or themselves? What sorts of toys?

8: Does your muse do one night stands? Do they prefer to bring people back to their place or do they go to others’?

9: What is your muse’s preferred setting for sex? Do they keep it in the bedroom or are they more adventurous?

10: What is your muse like after sex? Do they like to cuddle, chat, or go right to sleep?

11: Is there a personality trait that makes somebody instantly sexually attractive to your muse?

12: What is your muse’s favorite way of consuming erotica? Videos, magazines, literature, etc.?

13: What is your muse’s favorite genre of erotica?

14: What is your muse’s favorite part of another person's body? Thighs, butt, chest, belly, etc.?

15: Are there any kinks your muse would like to try but hasn’t yet? Is there a reason they haven’t?

16: Was there ever a kink your muse did try out but ultimately decided wasn’t for them?

17: Has your muse ever had an awkward moment during sex? What happened and how did they handle it?

18: Is your muse quick to sleep with somebody or do they have to earn it first?

19: Is your muse confident in their sexuality or are they shy?

20: Is your muse good at picking up on others’ flirtation/sexual advances or are they oblivious?

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Your hand in mine, a blade between our palms. We’ll raise it up  and bring it down over and over again until we’re both satisfied.

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Bold the muse’s aesthetic (spooky edition) Bold all of the themes that apply to your muse’s aesthetic or mood as a character.

Template from @horrificmemes​

Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner |  Dirty peeling wallpaper | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out a scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood

Tagged by: @serpentinebrutality - thank you!

Tagging: @rxseandscythe, @argentimortem, @forgedstar, + those who haven’t had a chance to use it! I am terrible at keeping track, I’m afraid.

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Each day they rebuilt. Trusting one another with almost everything, except themselves --- especially themselves. Whenever the demon spoke, he marked another cut. Sebastian would whittle down the boy with a thousand of them, and the boy him. At breakfast would come the hesitant prodding of limits. Which buttons could be pushed? How hard? It was always as rewarding as it was a risky endeavour. Once found out, that information would be squirreled away for a rainy day. During lunch there was a fragile peace. Never agreed upon, never lasting long. It was a time of planning. The results of the effort made over that period usually culminated in the evening, a volatile and explosive force by the time dinner swung around. Apparently, that force was making an appearance earlier than normal today. Sebastian chose his next words like a highwire artist might choose the next step. Quietly confident, having made the journey a thousand times before, but ever-wary of the consequences. “Your life, my lord, was never in any danger from the act.”

With a small but pleased expression on his lips, he looked his master in the eye as he said, “The most important lessons never come at the behest of the pupil. I don’t consider you foolish, although I fail to see much benefit in this exercise. Perhaps for today we ought to set physical combat aside? It would be unwise to compromise your health.” He rubbed his fingers together, ridding them of any blood; the blood of small victory, but victory nonetheless. The injury, though gone, carried with it a phantom sting. Evidence of an imperfection even Sebastian was not entirely rid of. “I understand your motivation. Persistence is a most admirable virtue. But when a man has a bullet in his foot, perhaps he should consider his aim. Better yet to set the gun aside...” He knew he made a difficult opponent in many ways. It was daunting to imagine the destruction of a mountain when one’s best efforts only chipped away a single stone. A pick would not complete the task in the lifetime of an average human being. His contractor had far less time than that. If a boost in confidence was what the Earl desired, being beaten a second time around was surely not the best route by which to go. There were chinks in his devil’s armour. One had only to find them.

“Young master, what is it you seek to achieve through this?”

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Manuel listened intently to her quiet voice, gingerly offering an apology. It had been a long time since anyone had apologised to him. Really apologised. He looked surprised at Charlie’s words, and a vigorous shaking of his head followed. He even smiled, the expression making his face light up in genuine enjoyment. How could she even hold herself accountable for being the one to offend him? It was obvious to Blind Freddie --- even in a simple exchange --- that she had more regard for the feelings of Manuel than Sebastian had for others in his entire existence. He gave her knee a gentle pat to dissolve the idea that there were any hard feelings between them. There was nothing he wanted more than to tell Charlie about the fiend still inside the house. Contained malice in the body of a man. He no longer shuddered when Sebastian looked at him, but it still made his skin crawl.

It was a long shot. He tried not to allow himself hope. Hope was what had dropped him into this mess in the first place, and it wasn’t likely to get him out. Right? But when he looked at Charlie, it didn’t feel that way. Just for a moment. His focused stare swayed to the window of the building, as if ever on the look-out for the creature he despised so fiercely. ‘Visit’ certainly sounded like his ally didn’t plan to stick around for long.

He furrowed his brow, as though battling himself over an idea. Then, Manuel picked up a short stick from the ground beside his hand, and began to scratch in the soil. He didn’t want to be pitied. Looked at like he was a tragedy. He wanted out, and he was going to get it. When he’d finished carving away in the dirt he looked up. Determination sat poised behind those deep-set eyes.

Help me?

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We haven't talked in a very long time, but I hope things are going well for you. Keep doing what you love. You're an amazing writer!

OOC. // Thank you for making the effort to send this, my friend. I’ll admit you’ve made me curious. Please feel free to message me! But whatever it was that happened to prevent us speaking more often, I wish you all the best, especially in these trying times. Be well.

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𝐆𝐨, 𝐠𝐨, 𝐠𝐨, 𝐠𝐨 𝐃𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧

��𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑

☪ / ☪ / ☪ / ☪

☽ Selective

☽ Short Para - Multi Para

☽ Short Term - Long Term

۵ Rules / ۵ Bio

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           𝘐𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨                  𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥…

                                           ⛧\ ⛧\⛧\⛧

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dessert. with @chaxticblxnde​ // continued from here.

“You spoil me, dear.” He straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the wall, a gleeful voyeur to Akephalos’ activities. The floor was a mess. Sebastian had started up a quiet, absent-minded hum as he crossed it to his partner in crime --- rather literally. It wasn’t always the case that they did this sort of thing together. But the offer when it came was... touching. His eyes lit up with sick enthusiasm. He took the demon’s face in one hand, the other settled on his bloody torso, as if it were searching for a heart.

The limp figure on the floor looked to him less a person as it did an opportunity. Something to be moulded. He wasn’t sure if Akephalos took precisely the same pleasures in the act, but he knew the catharsis was a mutual experience. “Might that chisel still be here? You know I prefer to take my time, so long as you don’t mind it. The night is still young --- I would hate to squander what you’ve given me without indulging properly, Phalos.”

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The psychiatrist was halfway through another mouthful when the hand came down. He swallowed with deliberation, placing the fork back on her plate. Rebutting her wouldn’t be productive. A coffee downed an hour and a half ago was wearing away, leaving him more tired than he’d been to begin with. But home had little else to offer and at least at the clinic he could be doing something.

When she’d broken the icy silence he shrugged. “I barely understand it myself. Man functional despite insufferable nature: doctors hate him.” Carolina was but a single difficult patient from a long line of difficult patients. The sooner she realised this, the less personally she could learn to take it when he didn’t respond in kind to jabs and insults. He folded his arms on the table, that immovable smile still on his lips as she gave in to Sebastian’s horrid joke. “Dejav.”