#harper; the elegant nephilim

[helluvaoutlaw]

Fever

Striker stood in front of the grimy mirror in his dimly lit dressing room at Ozzie's, scrutinizing his reflection with weary eyes.

His bare chest rose and fell with each heavy sigh, muscles taut with exhaustion and resignation.

The hitman (was he even a hitman anymore?) ran a comb through his hair, meticulously arranging each strand as if trying to restore some semblance of control. Beside him lay the outfit Asmodeus had personally chosen, a garish ensemble that clashed with Striker’s own tastes. But rebelling would only complicate things, and he was lucky that the King of Lust wasn’t abusing his body every night.

He slipped into the tight, revealing clothes, the fabric clinging to his form uncomfortably. The bitterness within him simmered as he questioned the endless cycle he was trapped in.

When was Asmodeus going to set him free?

Would the insatiable Deadly Sin ever be satisfied with what he demanded? Was their infernal deal destined to last until he was either too old to perform or death finally claimed him?

The sense of hopelessness was suffocating, but he knew he had no choice but to face the stage once more, his smile a mere facade for the emotional storm raging inside.

"Keep it together. Ya can do it."

Striker murmured to his own reflection, taking a deep breath before exiting the dressing room.

@the-only-noonstar

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

continued from x She nodded, glancing down at the scythe in her hand before returning it to the sheath at her hip, along with its twin. ''The good thing about Hell is there's plenty of arseholes to practice on.''

[ @helluvaoutlaw ]

[noonstar-ranch]

A Wrathian Wedding

(((Welcome to Striker and Harper's wedding RP group event! It's a closed event, only for the ones invited to the wedding. Any of the guests can reblog and comment, please remember to tag the person your muse is talking with, no Godmodding, etc. The event will last for about two weeks, so no rush. Have fun!

Remember to reblog either this post or Harper's, tag the character/s your character is talking with 😉)))

Striker and Harper's wedding was set to unfold in a stunning, rustic setting behind their ranch, nestled in the heart of Wrath.

The venue, surrounded by the majestic Mesa, boasted towering red rock formations that created a breathtaking backdrop.

Rows of elegant chairs, adorned with a sophisticated blend of black and white flowers, had been carefully arranged to face a charming wooden "altar".

On either side of the seating area, cacti in full bloom showcased a vibrant array of colorful flowers, adding a touch of desert beauty to the scene.

The natural splendor of the Mesa, combined with the thoughtfully decorated setting, promised a perfect, picturesque location for their special day.

Striker was currently in a guest room, about an hour before the ceremony.

He and Harper couldn't risk seeing each other, after all.

It was the same room Susan had used the day before, after he and Harper had orchestrated a daring plan to smuggle her through security, out of Pentagram City, and into Wrath.

Now, with the thrill of that mission behind them, Striker prepared for a new adventure—their wedding, set against the rugged beauty of their home.

Striker stood in the guest room, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and happiness.

Auntie Susie bustled around him, helping him get dressed.

He slid into a crisp white long-sleeved shirt, the fabric cool against his skin. Next, he buttoned up the silver-grey vest that fit snugly, its tailored lines giving him a sense of confidence.

He held up the lily-shaped cufflinks she had given him on his birthday, crafted from two of his bullets. Striker carefully fastened them to his sleeves, feeling the weight of their significance. With a deep breath, he placed his hat on his head, its brim freshly fixed for the occasion, and finally a white blazer.

He looked at Susan, smiling.

"What do ya think?"

@grandma-susan

@the-only-noonstar

@keenie-bopper

@second-wife-playbook

@the-delightful-temptation

@queenbeeibee

@king-of-wrath

@letsstaytuned

@paririeofmxses

[helluvaoutlaw]

Popping The Question

Striker sat at the bar in the saloon in the small town down in Wrath, the same place where one year ago he and Harper first met...and tried to kill each other.

For some reason, this place seemed fitting for what he had to do.

He couldn't shake the nervousness that had settled in his stomach like a lead weight. With his second whiskey in hand, he tried to steady himself, but his leg kept bouncing, betraying his anxious state. Sweat trickled down his temples, and he wiped it away with a shaky hand.

The barman, noticing Striker's agitation, leaned over and muttered.

"Calm down, man. Everything's gonna be just fine. Ain't no need to get all worked up."

Striker nodded absently, his mind elsewhere. He had managed to gather a small group of musicians to play and sing for Harper, a surprise he hoped would touch her heart.

Harper had mentioned wanting to see his next performance at Sugar Buzzed and he casually asked her if she would've liked to attend at the rehearsal, but that was just a white lie.

The song was for her, because he wanted to make this night special.

As he waited, Striker glanced at the door every few seconds, hoping to see Harper walk in.

The knot in his stomach tightened with each passing minute.

"C'mon, Harp..."

He muttered under his breath, taking another sip of whiskey to steady his nerves.

"Don't leave me hangin'."

He could already picture her smile, the way her eyes would light up when she realized the song was for her. The memory of their first meeting played in his mind—how they'd gone from enemies to something more, something deeper. It seemed only fitting to bring her back here for this special occasion.

The musicians started tuning their instruments and thankfully they were kind to do the same with his guitar (seeing how tense and edgy he was).

Striker's heart pounded harder.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Ya got this, Striker."

He told himself.

"She'll be here, and it'll be perfect."

But as the minutes ticked by, his anxiety grew. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, finishing his whiskey and setting the glass down with a clink.

"Where are ya, Harper?"

He whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the saloon.

Just then, the door creaked open, and Striker's eyes snapped to the entrance. There she was, looking as stunning as ever. His heart skipped a beat, and he stood up, trying to appear calm and collected despite the turmoil inside.

"Hey there, hun, how's it goin'?"

He asked, trying his best to sound casual.

@the-only-noonstar

@grandma-susan

@keenie-bopper

[helluvaoutlaw]

Family Lunch

Striker shifted on his feet, his cowboy boots shuffling nervously on the porch floorboards.

His usual rugged attire was replaced with a more polished look: dark brown trousers hugged his legs, a crisp blue shirt strained slightly over his broad shoulders, along with a vintage bolo tie with around its collar, and he was wearing brand new brown leather shoes.

He even took the time to carefully comb his usually tousled hair back, though a few rebellious strands still threatened to escape.

His heart raced beneath his chest, his palms damp with anticipation as he prepared to introduce Harper to Susan and Keenie.

He was about to introduce his girlfriend to what he considered being his family.

"Alright, here we are. Ya ready? Again, don't mind auntie Suzy bein' a bit...harsh. It's just her way to communicate.

Keenie's a sweetheart, I'm sure you'll get along just fine.

Is it hot today out here? I swear, I'm sweatin' so much, I think I might be meltin' or somethin'."

He cleared his throat, pulling at his collar.

@the-only-noonstar

@keenie-bopper

@grandma-susan

(((Harper first 😉 )))

[helluvaoutlaw]

Happy Birthday Harper

*An elegant , deep purple box gets delivered to Harper with a note on top of it:

"Happy birthday, Harp. Hope you'll enjoy the gifts- S."

Once she opens it, she can see a beautiful katana laying inside. She can clearly see that the blade is made with angelic steel.

Harper can also see a small, black USB key, right beside the katana.

Once she puts it in a computer, she can see there's a video inside.

After clicking the video, this is what she sees:

Harper can see Striker set up his camera, adjusting the angle just right. He takes a deep breath and starts strumming his guitar.

"One, two, three, four

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh..."

The melody fills the room as he begins to sing, his voice smooth and soulful.

"Every time you come around, you know I can't say no..."

He croons, his fingers dancing effortlessly along the strings.

"Every time the sun goes down, I let you take control..."

The camera captures every movement, every expression as he loses himself in the music.

"I can feel the paradise before my world implodes.

And tonight had something wonderful..."

His eyes meet the lens, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he sings.

"My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,

Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space,

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say,

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape,

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, It's true,

My bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you."

With each verse, his energy intensifies, his body swaying in time with the beat.

"Every pure intention ends when the good times start...

Fallin' over everything to reach the first time's spark..."

He closes his eyes, feeling the music pulsating through him as he pours his heart into the performance.

"It started under neon lights, and then it all got dark.

I only know how to go too faaaaar...

My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,

Swearin' this will be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space,

And I know I'll lose control of the things that I say,

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape,

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true,

my bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh."

As the song reaches its climax, Striker's fingers fly across the fretboard, his voice rising in passionate crescendo.

"We took the long way 'round...

And burned 'til the fun ran out, now..."

The camera captures the raw emotion etched on his face, the intensity of his performance palpable.

"My bad habits lead to late nights endin' alone,

Conversations with a stranger I barely know,

Swearin' this'll be the last, but it probably won't,

I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do,

My bad habits lead to wide eyes stare into space,

And I know I lose control of the things that I say,

Yeah, I was lookin' for a way out, now I can't escape,

Nothin' happens after two, it's true, it's true

My bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you.

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

My bad habits lead to you."

With a final strum, Striker concludes his song, a satisfied smile lighting up his features.

"Happy birthday, darlin'...I love you."

He winks, before stopping the recording.

@the-only-noonstar

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

Ooc post;

Me: *about to go to sleep*

My brain:

*Striker and Harp in an argument*

Harp: Fuck you

Striker: Fuck you

Harp: Fuck YOU.

Striker: Fuck me.

Harp: *not thinking* Fuck you.

Striker: Fuck you.

Harp: Fuck me---

Striker: If you say so darlin'😏

Harp: *and the woman was to stunned to speak*

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

HEY Y'ALL, IM GOING ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS FOR FAMILY REASONS. I'M VERY SORRY, I MIGHT BE OFFLINE FOR MONTHS.

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

If I had a nickel for every time my beautiful best friend I am madly in love with had a crush on a snake hybrid I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

P. S. Can I take you out? Tonight? 8:00 p. m.?

''Hardy-har. Platonically, I hope.''

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

JUST MEMES

Literally just goofy shitposting stuff.

COURTESY OF @popstar-with-a-gun, @imagenderfaery and myself.

Based on my interactions with @helluvaoutlaw

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

Ssh...don't scare her pets away, now. (Saved from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/26177241577259176/)

[helluvaoutlaw]

https://www.cowboybootsnew.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/05/Corral_Black_Glittered_Inlay_and_Studs_Square_Toe_Boots_C3265_Photo__69836.1522779052.jpg

For Harper's Birthday (she has anons turned off) @the-only-noonstar

Hey, darlin'! There's another birthday gift for ya!

@the-only-noonstar

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

Ooc post;

tw: blatant shipping?

The thing I love about the Striker x Harp dynamic (cowboyserenade?) is that if you try to figure out who's the scary dog of the relationship

BITCH IT'S BOTH OF THEM

I dare you, try to flirt with one of them it'll be all '🤗😊😄' until they look away and you get the most bloodcurdling dead eyed side eye you've ever gotten in your life.

Especially if the other person is uncomfortable. They'll be really polite at first, but sweetheart you're one crass reply away from a painful death.

They aren't possessive in like a weirdo yandere way, they respect each other's boundaries and know what the other is capable, they just also can tell when the other is uncomfortable

plus, what's a little beating the shit out of sleazy/nasty flirts between friends?

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

I can bite you ;-))))))

"When I said I wanted to be bit, I meant in a specific place, in a specific manner, with a specific person. So.....No thank you.''

[saints-wrapped-in-plastic]

♡

🥺 (( Thank you!!! This is my first blog in a few years, lol. You're blog is amazing as well, honestly, hecka in character, I swear I'm emotionally attached to your Striker :D! ))

[noonstar-ranch]

Welcome Y'all

Welcome to Noonstar Ranch, nestled in the heart of Wrath, where passion meets tradition in the art of Hellhorse breeding.

We're Striker and Harper Noonstar, proud owners of this ranch and several Hellhorses.

To ensure your satisfaction whilst searching amongst our meticulously cared for specimens, please read our rules.

Our ranch is a sanctuary for these magnificent creatures, celebrated for their strength, endurance, and striking beauty. At Noonstar Ranch, we pour our hearts into every aspect of horse care, ensuring that each Hellhorse is raised with love, respect, and expert attention. Whether you’re looking for a loyal companion or a competitive champion, our horses are bred to excel and enchant. Join us at Noonstar Ranch, where the legacy of Hellhorse breeding thrives in a warm, welcoming environment, and every visit feels like coming home.

Rules:

LIST OF RPS:

- A Wrathian Wedding Striker's POV:

Harper's POV: