#coallise

[royalvelvette]

Carmilla 3 99

Clara 2 107

Odette 4 82

Zestial 1 198

Carmilla, 3 (G) & 99

Carmilla gets embarrassed by public displays of affection really easily!

Clara, 2 (F) & 107 73

Clara is terrified of the Radio Demon, or at least the stories she's heard about him.

Odette, 4 (H) & 82

Odette chews on her sleeves when deep in thought.

Zestial 1 (E) & 198

Can use modern English and slang completely fluently/proficiently and is waiting for the perfect time to show it.

[xatsperesso]

Another fun hc I had is that the cologne iruma uses to hide his scent is based on a powerful pheromones cover, like the type succubus teachers use to prevent horny students, and one day someone recognizes the scent or something and rumors fly that iruma is a powerful incubus, cause why else would a teen would be wearing cologne like that,

*Wheeeeze* oh fuck no wonder they think he has a harem they think he's a fuckin incubus *dies wheezing*

And his wicked phase did not help At All cause the first thing he did is fucking flirt with his friends oh my god i cANT a freshman is fucking afraid of going near him his reputation is THAT BIG

How long do you think it'd take him to realize that people make these out of the world assumption about him because of his cologne? And the worst part is that he either has to live with his reputation of being a womanizer or tell the whole underworld he's a human

Actually would he be embarrassed to be thought to be an incubus? Cause in the underworld it seems pretty normal but he definitely heard of it's meaning in the human world so how long would it take for the word incubus to have a different meaning? And he'd also need to think of another cover-up cause from what I've seen all succubus/incubus have tails, so he needs a cover up for not having both a tail and a wing

(...wait a second, let me look up something real quick

Azz doesn't have a tail. Amaryllis doesn't have a tail. Clara has a tail. Sabnock has a tail.

No no, that's a hole to slip into another day.)

Anyway, this post went in too many directions so im just..ending it now. Uhh hope my scattered brain wasn't as scattered as it feels

[blood-trip-god2]

Jinfengopteryx, it has a funny name and looks like a chicken.

Would you believe that I forgot my own Tumblr bio for a hot second?

Thank you for answering the prompt and welcome to the blog 😁

And for those curious, look at this funky guy

[pyromaniac-cyndaquil]

Blorbo bingo Gengar, I gotta do him

HE WAS SO FUN AND GOOD... team meanies in general could've been handled better but him. His fear of being discovered as That Human. His connection w gardevoir. The way he DRAGS HERO AND PARTNER OUT OF THE UNDERWORLD AND REFUSES TO ADMIT IT OR BE SEEN. I love him.

[xellas-the-wanderer]

@seramilla @tanema123 @coallise @phantom00maverick

For all you fans of my Exorcist Carmilla…

Here’s a younger Sera and baby Emily to go with her.

[tanema123]

@coallise

Remember that comic you asked me to make?

I did it!!!! *won't mention she forgot it for 2 months*

[carmillamycarmine]

Carmilla Carmine x Fem Reader: Reader learning ballet from Carmilla. {1,976 words}

Request by: @coallise

Pas de Deux

Flames danced and twisted with fervor, echoing laughter resounded like a haunting melody, and the anguished cries of citizens pierced the air. It was almost theatrical. A daunting song.

Carmilla, with a solemn grace, closed her eyes and embraced the disheartening setting of her current existence. Once again. Carmilla turned from the window, her large hands folded behind her back. Within the esteemed estate, metallic thudding on hard stone could be heard throughout. The building was quiet, sheilding itself away from the torture outside.

The tall, elegant woman stepped through the dimly lit corridors, her laced feet taking her exactly where she wanted to go. The grand ballroom was cold, always surprisingly. Carmilla entered the room, watching the dark curtains rustle and do their flapper dance. Crimson hues of the moon's light filtered through intricate stained glass windows, casting prisms of light upon the meticulously polished marble floor. Within this splendid setting, an atmosphere of eagerness formed and the woman couldn't help but smile smally.

With a snap of her long fingers, musical notes floated through the air, filling it with new life. Carmilla inhaled deeply, feeling her cold heart thaw.

‘Pavane for a Dead Princess’ played out.

Long arms went into first position, and so did her feet, for once allowing herself to be off her toes, in more ways than one. And with that, Carmilla flowed effortlessly into choreography from her heart, letting the music control her. She was of a black swan gliding across a tranquil lake, her angelic ballet shoes and straps sparkling in the light like the shimmers of that swan lake.

Carmilla felt sane here. She felt closer to herself.

Without warning, a familiar scent of rose wafted into her nose, triggering an emotion within Carmilla's thawed state. The woman immediately paused her dance but did not stumble, never. White irises darted towards the entrance, landing on your beautiful figure before you quickly slipped away, hiding yourself away from Carmilla in the shadows.

“Corazón?”

The sound of the ballet woman's bubbling, velvet voice caused a wave of shivers to swim through your body, making you sigh.

“Ven acá.”

Obediently, you did go to her, revealing yourself truthfully.

“There's no need to hide. I won't bite.” Carmilla looked away from you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly with a thought.

You didn't respond.

“Were you needing me?” Her velvety voice asked.

“No, not really. I just…” You spoke as your footsteps got closer to her. “I heard music. Music plays through these halls only a few times… which, anyway, is usually when you're done with your work.”

You looked up into her white eyes, the red of Carmilla's scleras glowing and highlighting bits of her perfect face.

“I see,” the taller woman replied, her large hand going up to touch her chin in thought.

It was quiet for a moment between you two, though, the music of ballet still played on.

“Teach me.” You almost command it.

“What?”

“Teach me how to dance ballet,” you said more specifically. “Please,” you added quickly.

Carmilla observed you for a moment, considering your request. As you stood before her, you swore you could see something shift within her gaze.

“Why?”

I suppose you should've expected that response. Your eyes immediately shifted away from hers, internally forcing yourself to not fluster. You chuckled suddenly, almost embarrassed.

“W-Why would anyone want to learn?” You ask, fiddling your thumbs before making quick eye contact again. “It's just.. so beautiful. You look… so beautiful.”

Carmilla's stoic face changed into one of surprise.

“I want to feel that way.”

The ballet woman's features softened, her heart tugging from the mix of your words.

"Very well," she agreed, extending her big hand towards you. "Come, let us not waste our time.”

With graceful movements, she guided you to the center of the ballroom, positioning you carefully. Her touch was soft, gentle, contrasting with the image of her imposing presence.

“First, we must find your balance," Carmilla instructed, using her hands to help her communicate. "Feel the ground beneath you, feel your feet, your heels build into the ground like the roots of a sturdy tree.”

You followed her guidance, focusing on your stance as she adjusted your posture with a gentle touch.

“Now, let the music guide you," she continued, snapping her fingers to restart to music from the speakers. "Feel its rhythm coursing through your veins, connecting you to every note, every beat, as if it's the song of your own beating blood.”

As the bittersweet melody rewinds and envelopes the room once again, you tentatively begin to move, slightly mimicking Carmilla's steps you saw earlier to guide you. At first, it felt awkward and unfamiliar, but with each passing moment, you surrendered yourself to the music, allowing it to carry you, though, you still felt awkward all the same.

Feeling the music, you forget about your stiffness and focus on just allowing the music to take control, hoping it'll relax your body.

“The song of your own heart, corazón, not mine.”

You couldn't help but huff a bit, knowing Carmilla wanted you to produce your own dance, not blatantly copying. Following Carmilla's instructions, your movements felt uncertain. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't quite capture the fluid grace that seemed to come so naturally to her. And then, just as you feared, you slipped, your calves not used to holding up all your weight from your toes.

Before you knew it, a long, strong arm snaked around your waist as your hand was pulled by another, forcing your tumbling body into an upright position and being pulled into a firm, warm embrace. Carmilla held you steady, and without missing a beat, the woman smoothly transitioned into a pas de deux, pulling you close and along as if it were the most natural thing in the world. In her embrace, you felt a sense of security and belonging, almost a sense of awe, as if for this moment, the chaos of hell outside faded away, leaving only the two of you to burn like hot flames, dancing flames, swirling and flickering in untamed perfect harmony.

You stumbled at first, trying to keep up with Carmilla's practiced steps, but she guided you with patience and grace, leading you through the intricate movements with ease. As you danced together, you felt a connection deeping between you two, a silent understanding that transcended words; a passionate inferno.

Carmilla moved you through each step with a confidence that stirred the progressively boiling pot within you. As you looked up into her glowing eyes, you saw a flicker of emotion that mirrored your own desire, a silent longing that spoke volumes without even a single word being spoken aloud. Every brush of skin against skin sent a shiver down your spine, turning up the flames beneath your pot.

As the music swelled, Carmilla's arms lifted you easily into the air, your body weightless to her. You felt the rush of adrenaline mixed with the desire for Carmilla herself, sending a surge of electricity coursing through your veins. Seeing the woman beneath you, looking up at you, was a sight to behold, the romanticized music and red moonlight tinting the marble floor only adding to the fantastical scene. You did everything in your power to not reach out and caress the beautiful face before you.

When the music reached its end, Carmilla gently lowered you back down onto the floor, carefully allowing you to steady yourself before letting go of you. You already missed her touch, missed her too, though she was right there in front of you.

You stood breathless. Was it from the dancing, or was it from Carmilla? Unfortunately, you already knew the answer to that. With a slight part of her lips, as if she wanted to express something, Carmilla brushed a stray hair from your face, her touch causing your heart to skip and pulse with speed.

"You dance beautifully," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Gazing into each other's eyes, in that moment, you knew what you had to say. Summoning all your courage, you took a closer step forward, your heart pounding in your chest as you closed your eyes a moment to cope. "Carmilla," you began, your voice trembling with emotion. "There's something I need to… want to.. tell you.”

“Yes?” was all the taller woman spoke.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head and held your hands together in comfort. You gathered your thoughts, your heart desperately wanting release. "I... I…” You chuckled nervously, laughing at your own nerves. “Carmilla… I love you," you confessed, your voice a faint murmur. "I've never... felt this way.. about anyone before… so passionately about someone before. You're... you're just so perfect. You're everything to me.”

For a moment, there was silence, complete silence as the music finally cuts off with its ending. The atmosphere with anticipation, you fear the worst and quickly open your mouth to take back the words you announced. And then, skipping your heart once more, Carmilla reached out and placed her sueded hand delicately on your cheek, so delicate, she might as well not be touching you at all.

“And I love you, mi amor, mi corazón," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I have for far longer than I care to admit.”

You were stunned, in awe. How could she say something so easily? You stood there, barely able to comprehend Carmilla's confession. A twitchy smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

"You... you love me?" you repeated, the words feeling foreign yet undeniably sweet on your tongue.

“With my whole soul," the ballet woman replied, her voice steady and unwavering.

A scoff fell from your lips before evolving into full chuckles, the sound filled with a mix of sheer disbelief and happiness. "I can't… I can't believe this," you murmured, shaking your head in amazement. "I never thought... I never dared to even hope…” But as you looked on into Carmilla's white eyes, you knew that her words were real, that the love you felt for each other was genuine and true. For some reason, the confession smothered you, and you could almost pass out.

“Hell… I really do love you, my Carmilla.” you said, your voice filled with conviction and need. "More than I ever thought possible.”

Carmilla hummed deeply in delight at that. A full smile dressed her black painted lips, a rare and truly radiant expression that lit up her entire face. Boldly, Carmilla allowed her thumb to gently graze over your bottom lip.

"May I kiss you?" she asked, her bubbly, velvety voice putting you in a daze.

You nodded eagerly, your heart getting ready to burst in your chest as Carmilla leans in closer and closer, her lips hovering just inches away from yours. With a gentle brush of her lips against yours, the world seemed to explode into fireworks. Passion and desire bursting within, each popped spark igniting a fervent longing that enveloped you both in a whirlwind of ecstasy and enchantment.

Maybe it was just Charlie's, the princess of hell’s firework spell that she does at work.

Reluctantly pulling apart from the kiss, you smile up at Carmilla, and she smiles down at you, admiring you. You held each other close, savoring the moment and the overwhelming rush of emotions. In the quiet of the ballroom, surrounded by the gentle flapping of the curtains, you found heaven in each other's arms. With a contented sigh, Carmilla rested her head against your shoulder, her arms completely wrapped around you in a comforting hug. And as you stood there, basking in the warmth of her touch, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything… such as your insulting ballet skills.

[yourfavoritecanniballady]

Rosie, what's your favorite flower?

🌹—• “Oh Coallise!!! I love roses!!~ they are so beautiful!!! And so pretty! Maybe I like them cause my name has rose in it! Who knows!!!”

[seramilla]

@coallise I blame YOU for the inspiration of this one…

So for the Blacksmith AU I can see Sera helping Carmilla embrace her femininity. In turn Carmilla opens Sera’s eyes to the injustices that some are subjected to and that it is in some ways partially her fault. (One for allowing the elders to do as they please, two for prettying Carmilla up without realizing what the consequences for her could be.

Because I guarantee you that heavens elders would love nothing more than to fuss about something or berate and scold SOMEONE, and Carmilla is just an easy target. At least until Sera starts to intervene…

Sera's gonna regret prettying Carmilla up when that gay panic sets in. 👀👀

[coallise]

oh @seramilla, sorry not sorry

[asmodeus-682]

Tag game idea I had

Put a few rare/funny insults and tag mutauals and friends in general that you think would use said insults in an argument. Amount of insults is up to you

1. You fucking Tablecloth of cocks

2. You saggy bag of melted dildos

3. Duke donkey shit

Tags: @artoutoftheblue @artificialpomogranite @coallise @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog @churchydragon @qcoded @atherflame-theconcubus @eclipsedcrystalstar @cgarttrailsandtails

Anyone who sees this can join in too if they want to and those tagged don't have to if they don't want to. This is simply for fun

[royalvelvette]

for mod, velvette

for velvette, mod

bould about velvette:

what i think vel would be like about me

[xatsperesso]

I feel like parents are a thing worth celebrating in the demon world and to be recognized as a good parent would be monumental. So, now that he's more comfortable, iruma would make cards for mother/fathers day for the teachers, plus a new parent day, and not think anything of it but those cards get framed and put on display like it was a award

Oh gosh oh lord yess

Iruma giving his teachers cards and maybe gifts because they're genuinely good teachers and good demons, not understanding that, just like the birth of a child, Parents days are special because they're demons, so to put aside thier desires and ambitions to take care of their young is special. The fact that they ever managed to keep their vulnerable children safe in such a dangerous world is a feat, so to be recognized to be a good parent is probably one of the highest compliments a parent can get (aaaah i cant find the correct words it's just something big, something hard to achieve) and from what i understand from you, they view these days not as a formality expected from their kids, but as a sincere gifts thier children give to them if they're worthy. so to be recognised by someone who's not even your young? Someone who doesnt share your flesh and blood? Tears for days, my friend. I am crying just thinking about it. I bet everything i own kalego will treasure it like it's the purest treasure in existence, like it's delkira's blood he just possessed.

And it's iruma. Of course he'll talk about it with his friends, trying to make sure his cards are good to convey how happy and grateful he is to have met these people who've become parental figures to him. And he's iruma, so his reasoning and sincerity will infect them to do the same. To give cards and gifts to the adults who've helped them become the demons they are today. And once again, they'll prove that they are the Abnormal Class. Not in a bad way as they may have started, but in the best way beyond what anyone could have imagined.

Edit: Monumental. Yeah, that sounds right. Being recognized by your children as a good parent is a monumental achievement for demons

Thank you @madmarchhare !

[contrivedchaos]

Tagged by @cubyrop to shuffle my On Repeat playlist and share the first 10 songs that play.

X's - Cigarettes After Sex

Place Your Hands - Gabrielle Aplin

Alpharetta - Local Natives

Number One Fan - MUNA

Apple - Charli XCX

Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan

Tejano Blue - Cigarettes After Sex

Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan

What I Want - MUNA

Solid - MUNA

I tag @armengard, @xellas-the-wanderer, @tanema123, @phantom00maverick, @pikapeppa, @foibles-fables, @coallise, and anyone else who wants to take a crack at it.

[camilaxmartin]

@coallise my tumblr is literally glitching because of you😭😭

[xellas-the-wanderer]

Here’s a skrunkly baby Vaggie in the care of one exorcist Carmilla.

Here you go @seramilla @tanema123 @coallise @phantom00maverick