magicalheirponsol

[magicalheirponsol]

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Matilta certainly was an old fashioned name and he couldn’t think of anyone he knew who was named such. He’d only heard the name for the main character of a certain movie. Otherwise, he couldn’t think of another Matilda. Though, he also didn’t think that someone’s middle name could be Matilda either.

      ❝Is there a meaning behind your middle name? Such as it was the name of a great aunt or something?❞

A small sigh from the nose and a nod of the head, a sign that he accepts her condolences for his deceased mother. He missed her dearly, but he felt as though she’d be happier now. He and his brother were left behind with a dysfunctional family, however, and it was hard to really say he felt any kind of familiar closeness to anyone in his family. His brother… though strained, was perhaps the only one he could stomach being in the same room with for a bare minimum of an hour. The insufferable prick had a way of pissing him off- but of course he had the same effect on his brother, so it was an even trade off.

      ❝If you’d like to sketch Matilda, I’m sure she would appreciate that if a plant was able to feel emotions.❞

He liked to believe that Matilda would be happy with more company, but still quite saddened by the fact that she wasn’t hanging in her usual spot anymore. The sunlight hit different. The water was different, and so was the air quality. As if she mourned the passing of her owner, she didn’t seem to have the same vibrant sheen as before, but Ponsol was sure that he was just imagining things in his grief.

Whether he had a lot of cheerful memories with his mother, it was pretty subjective. Certainly, he had many fond memories with her, but the mere memory of her brought forth a lot of negative emotions and it wasn’t necessarily her fault. If anything, it was his brother who had more of a reason to feel negatively towards her, but he didn’t. He’d only blame himself for every time their mother would have one of her episodes, but how was it his fault for bearing a resemblance to their father? He could only hope that she was at peace now, no longer tormented with anger and pain.

      ❝Do you mean my mother? She had a friendly disposition, so I think she would’ve taken to you well. Any friend of her sons were received well by her.❞

Nunnally was a bit mistaken by something. Ponsol wasn’t necessarily running a large corporation, but he was the heir of one. He was slowly being trained on how to be the next head of the corporation so his grandfather (that Demon) could finally retire.

      ❝Pencil is also nice. I bring out the watercolors on the days I have more time to relax and paint. Admittedly, I am quite good with my fingers, and I do dabble in embroidery. I’m sure you could guess my favorite subject to embroider.❞

Which would be flowers.

At her comment about how she could be subjected to worse than gossips about being romantically involved with him, he only kept the smile on his face, but he offered no words in response.

‘Rather callous. That’s a point.’

      ❝I’m sure if you later send me the information, I can find the time to visit. Perhaps I’ll bring someone along with me. That brother of mine could stand to go out in the sun more often.❞

That inside-dweller had to get outside and socialize some more and seeing an exhibit may be a good excuse to force him outside.

“It is, indeed, a coincidence.” – she replied – “But I think it is a nice coincidence. It seems this name is not too popular anymore. Someone has told me it’s one of these old-fashioned names. Though I like it. I guess I am old-fashioned myself.” – She was old money. Her family was affluent and often called entitled. And she was the last of them. Nunnally knew the high expectations put on her shoulders. The expectations her mother could not bear.

“I am sorry…about your mother.” – she said; for a short moment she wondered if it was a right time to tell him that she was also half-orphaned, but Nunnally decided against it. Her mother was always a sensitive topic for her, and it seemed that Ponsol’s memories with his mother were much more cheerful than hers.

“I would consider it an honour if I could ever be introduced to Matilda.” – that was probably too much to say, but Nunnally did feel solemn in a way. It was clear the plant meant a lot to Ponsol and she wanted to acknowledge that – “Perhaps one day you’ll even allow me to sketch her.”

“…do you think she’d like me?” – odd question; Nunnally was aware of that, but their meeting was odd in the first place. Like they met thanks to or because of flowers…?

She nodded, when Ponsol suggested they could show each other their work. She was curious about him. More and more. He seemed a person who – despite running a large company – kept a soft side of his soul. Nunnally didn’t know many of such men and it, indeed, attracted her to him. She was considering asking what was his favourite theme to draw and paint, but she didn’t want to pry too much. And she did suspect these would flowers. Or plants. She’d find out later, when they were to see each other’s work.

“I like watercolours, too.” – she nodded upon hearing his choice – “But I would say I mainly use a pencil. It’s so easy so take it anywhere and simply draw upon a strike of inspiration.” – it was her little hobby, but that was not that Nunnally considered herself an artist.

His last remark made her feel uncomfortable. Nunnally didn’t think about the implications of her suggestion that they could match. She simply thought it could be nice if they had something in common. But Ponsol was right. She was careless. They hardly knew each other, so it would be inappropriate.

“I apologize. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable…or suggest something that is not there…”

“I just haven’t thought about the possible implications… Although…” – she laughed – “Please do forgive my inappropriate honesty, but I could be subjected to worse gossips than being romantically involved with you.” – it was a clear joke. Nunnally had no interest in getting herself into any relation, but since Ponsol liked the things she did, having him as a friend seemed like a good choice. Especially that her father would not object it. Or she hoped he wouldn't.

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[magicalheirponsol]

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol couldn’t help but agree that Jasmines had a lovely smell and they were great in tea as well. Jasmine tea was quite tea, but he was rather partial to many of the herbal varieties of tea. He would hesitate to admit to many that he enjoyed the flowering tea balls because they were quite aesthetically pleasing while also tasting delightful.

A small sigh from his nose at her laughter. It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last when someone would laugh at the name of his prized Spider plant. He waits for her laughter to end, like he does for most others who react the same way. Knowing that Mathilde was her middle name, a fascinating coincidence, he can forgive her laughter over Matilda’s name.

       ❝An interesting coincidence it is that you both share a name with each other. The name came from my late mother, who is the one that named the plant.❞

As for the reasoning behind the name, he didn’t know. It was the one plant that his mother cherished and personally tended to. He was explained that she’d been gifted a small spider plant baby from a friend and she’d raised it ever since, gifting baby plants to others over the years as well. This plant can usually live between 20-50 years if well cared for, and she was already quite old.

The great thing about the common spider plant was that it was a relatively low maintenance plant, so it was a true miracle if one manages to kill it on accident. He wouldn’t be put on edge if he were to gift her a tiny baby off the mother plant in the future, but that was a thought for another time. Some don’t take well to the responsibility of caring for a household plant.

       ❝An interesting coincidence it is that you both share a name with each other. My late mother is the one who named Matilda. I’ve simply kept the name.❞

It was curious that she was giving the opening speech, a heavy responsibility to open up an entire exhibition. She’d even had the honor of helping with choosing some of the pieces to be put on display as well, so one could say that this exhibition would be an important one to her as she had her hand in the set up.

       ❝I think that would be lovely. We can do an exchange to show each other our work.❞

While Ponsol didn’t often dabble in poetry, he would be cocky enough to say that he’d do well in doing so if he had put his mind to it. He did have a bias towards the visual arts, however. On the topic of his favorite technique, it was hard to truly say as he enjoyed different mediums of art.

       ❝Aside from quick sketches with a pen and pencil, I find myself partial to working with watercolors. The soft colors appeal to me.❞

He was good with his hands, so he was actually skilled in things like crochet or embroidery. It was an important skill to know how to sew in the case of a button that needs replaced or restoring an article of clothing. It was a skill his mother made sure he and his brother learned. She wanted her sons to have the basic life skills mastered—but there were some things that couldn’t be done. In his case, it was cooking. He didn’t have the patience for it, whereas his brother excelled in cooking and baking.

       ❝I appreciate the invitation, Nunnally. I shall find time in my schedule to come, but I shan’t take attention away from you by arriving in a complimentary color scheme. People should pay attention to the exhibition and not the gossip of what our relationship could be.❞

He chuckles at his small joke. It would be rude of him to match with her when he had no part with the exhibition. Purposefully matching would give others the idea that he either had some involvement with the exhibition or he had some deep personal connection to Nunnally herself. It would give the appeal that they were romantically involved- which wasn’t the case.

It was easy to say Ponsol had a soft spot for plants. It seemed he loved them. The way he talked about them made Nunnally wanting to simply listen to him. She loved flowers; she really did, but she was never good at taking care of them.   

“Jasmines…” – she repeated – “Their scent is so beautiful.” – it was one of the scents she often used; she’d often choose soft floral scents for everyday use. Jasmines or roses; she was not a fan of lavender unless it was in her tea. But she was not given a chance to comment as she burst into laugher as Ponsol kept talking: --

“I…I apologize…” – she stuttered between the laughs – “I…I really do…” – it took her a few longer moments to stop laughing and being able to properly talk again – I am really sorry for my unexpected reaction, but your plant name…”

She breathed deeply before she continued: --

“Mathilde is my middle name. So, it was truly surprising to learn your plant’s name is almost like mine. My father sometimes shortens Nunnally to Lily.” – she added laughingly – “And Nunnally has connotations to meadows.” – she laughed – “It seems that if I were a fairy, I am destined to be a flower fairy.” – there were quite many coincidences, but Nunnally did not treat them seriously – “I’d love to meet Matilda one day.” – she said playfully; and she truly did, although the way Ponsol spoke of her, it seemed that she was his very special plant. It almost felt he was speaking about a person.

“Oh, no!” – she was quick to deny – “It is not my art exhibition. I am not that good.”

A moment of silence; it was also she would not be allowed. Even to try. Art could be her hobby, but she was not supposed to be a professional. To earn money on it.

“I am just giving an opening speech. I assisted in choosing the pieces to be presented, though. I do have some experiences in it.” – perhaps more than some, but again she did not do it as her work. It was not her career path. And she was never left alone with everything. Always having people to assist.

“But I can show you some of my works, if you’d like. Though I mostly sketch.”

Nunnally was not truly surprised when he admitted he was an artist himself. He looked like one. She would also guess he wrote poetry. And play a music instrument. She could do the latter, but Nunnally didn't write. She had tried to write poems when she was younger, but she had been laughing at the herself (and the poems) already a few days after she had written them. When she had been re-reading them only to find out she was not a great poet at all.

“And I’d love to see some of your art work sometime. What’s your favourite technique?” – she was curious. Oil painting; she’d guess.

“It won’t be a very formal event.” – she continued – “So, a suit is not necessary, although some men would wear them.”

“There will be a small reception after the event.” – she could say she managed to convince a famous chef to prepare it, but Nunnally didn't consider it anything important; in fact she didn't consider anything she did important – “I hope you’ll like the exhibition.”

“I’ll be wearing an ivory dress…” – she added if he wished to match. 

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[magicalheirponsol]

Continued from: [x] @lured-into-wonderland

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ]

Ponsol was quite pleased to see that Nunnally enjoyed the bouquet of flowers that he’d prepared for her. The custom of gifting something a month after valentine’s day was simply a custom that his mother had taught him and his brother from early on and it was something that continued into his adult years. Even if it was a custom that most Euro-centric people weren’t aware of, he would still continue the custom. Who didn’t enjoy surprise gifts, after all?

      ❝Excellent, we can decide on a time in the future. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the sight.❞

While he mostly didn’t care for others apart from how useful they could be for networking purposes, he’d always had a great care for plants. If one were to ask him if he thought his plants or humanity was more important, he’d easily answer with his plants. They were his companions and his confidants. They respond well to his care and they gave him a sense of fulfillment to see that they were growing so well under his care. Well, it wasn’t as though he alone tended to them all. He did hire specialists to help him manage all the plants in the greenhouse.

Still, he was the one who planted the seeds, designed their care routine, and also decide where to plant everything to fit his aesthetic vision. On the topic of bringing her painting supplies or drawing his flowers, he nods in response. He too has taken the time to make art of his flowers, so he wouldn’t be surprised if she were to be struck with inspiration upon gazing upon them and wish to draw them for herself. He had a green thumb, he was intelligent, he was charismatic, of good lineage, handsome, artistic, and so much more. Truly, he was that grand of a specimen if he could say so himself.

(Well there was one person who did exceed him in certain aspects, but he wouldn’t dwell on that for long.)

      ❝I do enjoy many flowers, but I do have a strong preference for Jasmines. I also like the cute flowers that bloom from the common spider plant. That one, I raise in my home. Her name is Matilda.❞

It was very rare for anyone to come to ‘meet’ Matilda as Ponsol was quite protective of that plant in particular. Even his elder brother was usually met with a stare of scrutiny if he wished to see the plant.

      ❝Oh? I’m honored by the invitation, I would very much enjoy to see what you’ve created to show in an art exhibition. I do dabble in some art myself.❞

Charity events were also a good way to make more connections with other people, so he would be remiss to miss out on such a chance. Seeing her style of art was also an interesting way of trying to understand her better. Did she have a more simplistic style? Complex? Did she make art more with feeling, or did she prioritize mastery of craft? Perhaps she was abstract? There was much one could extrapolate from how they go about making art.

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[magicalheirponsol]

[✧･ﾟ *♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol could gather that the woman did know about flower language, but hadn’t thought it through when gifting him the flower. Knowing that she didn’t have any hidden meanings behind gifting him the beautiful bloom, he did end up accepting it, placing the stem of the flower into the breast pocket of his jacket. It made for a striking accent piece, he must admit.

      ❝I see, I’ve become an accomplice due to having one. What’s done is done.❞

He was merely joking if the small smirk on his face was anything to go by. Plants was always a source of marvel and comfort for Ponsol, as he had what many would call a ‘green thumb’. In his condo, one could see a myriad of plants that he had been raising. It was an old pastime that he’d inherited from his dearly beloved mother.

With her introduction, his mind lights up with one ‘Nunnally’ in his memory bank that stood out. As it was surmised, she did strike him as familiar for a reason. Never one to pass by any opportunity to network, he had done well to play along with his charade.

      ❝Miss Nunnally, is it? A pleasure to meet you, the name is Ponsol Geripeta. The next heir apparent to DD corp. If it is friendship you seek, I may be obliged to offer my company to you on this fine day.❞

It wasn’t as though he had many plans to do anything else, as he was always quite careful about relationships with others so as not give anyone the misunderstanding that they meant anything special to him which would then give rise to expectations. If the paparazzi were to get involved, it would only become a massive headache on all accounts. While Ponsol held no reservations over using others for his own needs, he abhorred the idea of someone using him.

Hypocrital? Yes, but he’s never claimed to be a saint. For him, today was a day almost like any other, aside from the stench of romance that wafted heavily in the air, practically suffocating any onlookers, he enjoyed his hobby of people watching like any other day. It was quite fascinating to watch as people went about their days.

There were days, when he would bring out his sketchbook and would sketch drawings of the local wildlife among the plant life. A true snapshot of nature itself.

      ❝To celebrate our new budding friendship, might I invite you to join me in enjoying a cup of tea?❞

His words make her smile; perhaps even a small, almost inaudible, giggle leaves her lips. But Nunnally is not embarrassed by his words; perhaps she should be though? She herself does know the language of flowers, although she didn’t really think about the meaning of red camelias, when she was handing him the flower. 

As she was taking a seat next to him on the bench, she nods and her reply is voiced in a quite serious way: --

“I am not a particularly bold person, so no: you should not consider this red flower as any sort of declaration.” – she laughs – “Although now, when you mention the language of flowers…” – she pauses – “I probably should not have given it to you… Or any stranger in fact... Though what’s done is done and you have accepted it…” – she leans back on the bench letting the wind play with her long hair; and then she laughs again: --

“I’ll accept a chance for a friendship…but this is also all I can offer you…” – she goes silent for a few moments enjoying the atmosphere of the park. It’s winter. It’s chilly, but it is a surprisingly warm day: --

“There’s a few blooming bushes of camellias near the pergola close the Southern entrance to the park…” – she explains herself after these few moments – “Perhaps I should not but I have taken a few…now you are having one of them…”

“It’s an amazing flower…I was taking some photos of them not so long ago, when there was still some snow. Red flowers and white snow…” – she’s probably dwelling too much on it; though she is pretty proud of how these photos turned out. He’s not a professional, but she was often said she’s good…and she does have a love for art: --

“My name is Nunnally…I’ve thought you’d like to know, if we’re going to see if we can become friends…”

“It’s seems that being alone on the Valentine’s Day is what brought us together…” – she laughs again – “At least now no-one is going to pity us…” – not that she cared; she could easily have a date on that day, but being alone was a deliberate choice – “People who are alone tend to lock themselves inside the house…” – kind of a statement; perhaps an explanation why she approached, and yet no more  clarification is given.

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[magicalheirponsol]

@lured-into-wonderland replied to this post [x] : // Nunnally & red camellia taken from her hair & Ponsol & (human au)

((I opted to place this on the dash to reply to it so as to make it easier to trace where this came from as Ponsol isn’t on this blog. As with Ravein’s please do as you please with this ^^ Thanks for sending in a request for him though he’s not a super active muse of mine~ Whichever verse for her you sent over is up to you if you wanna continue this or consider it canon 8) ))

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Ponsol was sitting on a park bench, going over his itinerary for the day. He was a busy man, and this park was a lovely place- quiet and peaceful. The air was nice and in the spring time, the flowers bloomed beautifully, all thanks to the landscapist who is hired to make it look nice.

Admittedly, the landscapist had an excellent sense for aesthetics. That’s what made this location a place he often liked to relax at. Not all too often, else people will soon start ambushing him here for the sake of networking.

A real pain in the ass it is.

As he’s organizing his schedule on his tablet, he notices someone approaching him. Glancing up, he notices Nunnally. Being well versed with people, he was sure that he may have recognized her from somewhere.

She wasn’t someone he remembers meeting in person, so it was more than likely she was someone that he may have read information on if he found her face to be familiar. Perhaps she was a popular person, or she had relations to someone powerful.

Perhaps someone in her family was into politics? Was it the government? He was sure it would come to him later. When she approached him, she plucked a red Camellia flower from her hair and held it out for him.

Being as well-versed with flowers as he was, he knew that red camellias had the meaning of passionate and romantic love. Golden eyes staring into hers, he flashes a smile to her.

On the off chance that she was a person of interest, it would behoove him to not burn any bridges too soon. Networking was important for someone who had grand aspirations to be big in the future.

He accepts the flower, “if you’re giving me this flower while knowing what it means, I must say that’s a bold declaration.” He sniffs the bloom, relishing in the scent of the flower, though faint as it was a flower that has been plucked.

“I cannot say that I return the notion, but I am willing to offer my company to you as a way to start a budding friendship instead if you would be open to that.”

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[magicalheirponsol]

Ponsol Geripeta (GaryPeter) from ‘Defense Devil’. Credit goes to: Sasamekuh from deviantart.

This is a piece that I commissioned for and have been given permission by the artist to post this onto tumblr. Please do not repost, steal, or trace this art. You may pet the screen for this is pure beauty if that pleases you instead. I really liked the art and wanted to share, so here we go~ Note: Colors are headcanoned as he’s never been shown in color.

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[magicalheirponsol]

domina-noctisim​:

▌┊    ⸻        There    are    creatures,    beings    that    humans    can’t    see.    The    most    common    are    apparitions,    the    spectres    of    beloved    predecessors    who    are    stuck    on    earthly    territory    and    wander    in    the    hopes    of    concluding    unfinished    matters.    ⸻    Or    the    beings    who    come    to    collect    souls    to    take    them    to    purgatory.    Ai,    due    to    being    a    supernatural    being,    can    perceive    and    interact    with    the    most    assorted    entities.    Therefore    she’ll    not    repose    until    she    assuages    her    inquisitiveness.    

A    graceful    silhouette    pivots    and    moves    towards    the    tree    where    he’s    standing,    crimson    hues    observing    him.    Princess    is    feeling    affronted    by    the    absence    of    pleasantry.    “I’m    addressing    you.    You    are    trespassing    on    private    premises.”    She    has    never    experienced    such    an    aura.    What    is    he?    A    deity?    His    demeanour    shows    no    such    thing.    “Can    you    please    stop    ignoring    me?"    

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Now this, came to him as a surprise, as the mysterious woman had approached the tree he was taking in the sights from, and she’d made it abundantly clear who she had been speaking to up until now. Now, full attention on her, he notes that she was no simple mortal. Perhaps one of those ‘undead,’ that had life in their bodies, but were not quite of the living either.

                ❝How amusing, to think that someone of this realm could perceive me.                   Even more amusing that you think yourself so highly I must greet you.❞

Neither was she a Demon like he was, she wasn’t a part of the royal family that he was subservient to either, so it was laughable to assume that he, a non-native to this realm, would be knowledgeable of the powers that be here. Even if he were, most mortals could not perceive of his existence to begin with, so extending greetings was a waste of time and breath.

                ❝The authorities of this realm have no dominion over Hell, like myself.❞

Still, he got a mental chuckle over her attempts to establish dominance by asserting her self-imposed importance. He could deign himself to play along.

                ❝Ponsol, a Shinigami presiding one of Hell’s rings introduces himself.❞

A pleasure, he’s sure. It isn’t often one comes across a Hell-resident. He must be a rarity compared to the other rabble found in this plane. No? Perhaps not, as Incubus and Succubus weren’t rare existences here, but they were of the lower tiers. Scratch that, it was rare to meet such a high-ranking Demon. Yes, be honored.

With his introduction out of the way, he went back to taking in the sights. Their business? Finished as far as he’s concerned. 

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[magicalheirponsol]

domina-noctisim​:

▌┊    ⸻        Hell    with    its    nine    floors,    each    one    with    a    peculiar    apologue,    each    one    with    PANTOMIMIC    metaphors    and    devilish    juveniles    dwelling    within    its    chimerical    barricades.    The    immortals’    sphere    is    indeed    a    prestigious    one,    enhanced    by    its    miscellany.    Many    attempts    to    prosper    in    the    living    world,    merging    exquisitely    with    humanity.    It’s    a    talent    to    be    able    to    disguise    such    obscurity    in    a    universe    full    of    light.    For    the    pure-blood,    coexisting    with    mortals    is    always    an    adventure.

The    school’s    ruins    hold    tremendous    significance,    and    every    year    she    visits    them.    An    academy    that    had    once    harboured    vampires    and    humans,    all    studying    in    the    same    location.    The    first    educational    institution    to    embrace    the    idea    that    both    species    can    co-exist    in    harmony.    The    deteriorated    architecture    caused    the    vampire    to    sigh,    making    her    voyage    through    her    reminiscences.    Time    goes    by,    and    things    change,    but    she    remains    as    she’s.

“Will    you    stay    there?    Or    will    you    come    down?”    Endearing    timbre    makes    itself    audible,    obviously    addressing    the    shinigami    concealed    in    the    penumbra,    watching    everything    intently.    The    pure-blood    princess    can    see    and    feel    his    presence.    “It’s    discourteous    of    you    not    to    come    and    greet    me    properly,    whatever    you    are.”    Ai    knows    he’s    not    a    vampire.    His    fragrance    is    different    from    hers.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol heard a woman’s voice from the trees, but knowing that humans couldn’t pick up on his presence, he didn’t register that the woman was speaking to him. Golden eyes scanned the general vicinity, expecting to pick up on another presence- but he didn’t. Odd, as most things on this plane couldn’t notice him whether it be animals, humans, or cameras. IF anyone were to pick up on his presence, it should be those who were spiritually inclined on the holy-spectrum, of which, he was confident the woman was not. He would have picked up on her holy energy miles yonder, with disgust bubbling in the gut from bloodlust.

Maybe the woman was crazy and she was speaking to the ‘demons’ in her head. That seemed more likely than his first trip to the human realm and already being found by a being who could perceive his existence. It was very rare for anyone to bear witness to death itself, after all.

Regardless of whether she was speaking to him or not, he ultimately chose to allow her words to fall upon deaf ears as her uncouth words were far beneath his stature to entertain by obediently answering. The haughty Shinigami, a high-ranking Demon in his own realm, refused to deign himself to ‘properly greet’ a woman he didn’t know. Why, should HE, a SHINIGAMI, greet a woman he didn’t know? Who was SHE to demand things of death itself?

Unless you descended from Heaven itself, or were Demon royalty, none could command him without consequence. 

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[magicalheirponsol]

Starter for @domina-noctisim​ Verse: His canon shinigami verse; tho placed a bit younger. 

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] A newly instated Shinigami he was, Ponsol had snuck away into the human realm by slipping through a distortion in space. The one of many Hells that Shinigami were in charge of overseeing, ensuring the punishment of sinners: he punished those who committed the act of taking their lives. In his Hell, all the sinners lay in bubbles, taking on the pains of those being killed. Poetic, he’d say.

It was similar to the isekai genre, except, rather than going on a fun journey, you were transported into a body to feel yourself be the helpless fly that was eaten by another insect. Standing atop a sturdy tree branch, he was casually waiting for something interesting to happen. He hadn’t chosen this place at random, as the dark matter was thick around this place. Delicious.

When humans sinned, or felt greatly grieved, they released dark matter, which was the source of energy and youth for many demons alike. He’d chosen to travel to an area full of ‘dark matter’ to ‘investigate’ the reason behind such a thick amount of dark matter in this human settlement before he officially took his post.

                              ❝How fascinating, I wonder if this is a murder hotspot.                                Is it slavery? No, is it the corruption of government?❞

The new Shinigami mused to himself, wondering what it could possibly be. As a non-native to this realm, he was hidden to the naked eye, but there were some people who could ‘see’ him, or ‘feel’ his presence. Normally, these were those with holy powers, or those who were more inclined towards the supernatural, and had an ability to seek out the inhuman. The supernaturals came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, after all. Even he had come across many a kind of demon, such as succubus, imps, fallen angels and the like.

#Domina-noctisim #Dominanoctisim #Closed Ponsol Starter #((Muse; Ai)) #((Hope something like this works okay for you. Tried to make it open ended enough that you could also be creative)) #(Ai01)

[magicalheirponsol]

Canon (derogatory)

#Mun musing #((This absolutely applies to this guy as there is basically no canon information about him aside from his brother)) #((And that he's a shinigami. That's pretty much all we know))

[magicalheirponsol]

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Without the need to keep up pretenses around who would be a co-worker of sorts, Ponsol let chose to interact with Wilfred freely. “Ponsol would be fine among each other. I’d prefer a different name when interacting with outsiders,” he answers as he rubs the back of his neck. The less people who knew his real name the better. Though it wasn’t as though knowing his name would be detrimental to him if they didn’t possess any Holy powers which could exorcise him with the aid of having his name. What was another good name to use? “Just call me Johnathan when outsiders are around.”

Noting how Wilfred made a subtle show of him putting away the holy water, Ponsol could deduce that he was silently making an agreement that they should mutually agree to not bother with the other. Don’t harm him and he won’t harm Wilfred. A simple deal if nothing else, and it was one that would benefit both sides as they wouldn’t have to waste their time nor energy in being wary about the other. Ponsol nods his head as a show that he agreed with Wilfred’s proposition. Ponsol was a Demon of his word, but he wasn’t above making use of loopholes.

Still, with how Wilfred was unafraid to spray his own master with Holy water, there was no telling what he’d do to a contracted Demon. As boring as it was, he would not abuse loopholes around Wilfred in other to save a few layers of his own skin.

He would wait for Wilfred to set up a room for him, not that it was really necessary, but it was comforting to know that he’d have a room of his own. His own territory, if you would, in this new place. Adaptable to a point, Ponsol was taking things in stride, following Wilfred around, listening to his words.

If there was only one thing to think of as a silver-lining, it seemed that though he was a bit of a prick, he had some semblance of care for his underling. With only so little to go off of context clues-wise, it was evident that Wilfred was always working abnormal hours, slowly working himself to death due to needing to operate the estate during the day but to also wait on his master during the night. With his presence, Wilfred in theory, should be able to rest more.

Allowing this agreeable fellow to sleep a few extra hours wasn’t something to frown about. Given how Wilfred struck fear into Alistair’s undead heart, Ponsol could probably use Wilfred against his contractor if ever necessary. If he couldn’t do anything to his contractor, then he can simply task Wilfred to do the job for him if Alistair ever crosses the line. He was a Demon who utilized anything he possibly could to his own benefit. 

Closed starter for @magicalheirponsol​

       In the basement of the mansion, a young man had drawn out a summoning circle. His intent was to summon a Demon and then... there was no step two. Alistair just wanted to see if he could do it, and he’d think about the consequences later. What was the worst that could happen, that his butler comes down and kills the Demon and then ground him? That’s nothing. 

Having finished drawing the circle on the ground, he chanted the spell as it was written in this grimoire, eyes lighting with amazement once the circle lit up with an eerie red glow. The summoning circle worked! What he could expect to appear afterwards, he hadn’t the slightest of clues, but the anticipation was what was fun!

"𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱... 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶? 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔱... 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤?"

His butler wasn’t one you should mess around with. Flipping through pages, he was looking for a way to stop the summoning, but it was already too late. 

Well, shit.

#fightingthetides #(Alistair01) #RPans #((Muse; Alistair)) #magiqueue

[magicalheirponsol]

fightingthetides​:

      Alistair was rolling on the ground cursing Wilfred to death until the stinging of the holy water ceased. Afterwards, the young master sat up and waited for Ponsol to be given the same treatment. There was something special about watching another person suffer a fate similar to yours. He anticipated watching a proud Demon writhing in pain, but instead, he witnessed Wilfred speaking to Ponsol in a civil, yet threatening manner. How cruel! To attack your master but not the contracted guest! For a human, he was inhumane!

“𝒮𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒜𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓃𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓎 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒.”

      Wilfred couldn’t be too surprised because he knew that Alistair simply played to his own tune and if the aim was to cure himself of his boredom, anyone and anything could be a victim. To a point, Wilfred had to pity the Demon who had been summoned for such a pointless reason. Knowing that the Demon could not return until having completed the wish of his contractor, he had turned his gaze to his Master.

“𝒲𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃? 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃, 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉?”

      How does one answer that he had in fact no plan without being doused with holy water again? Racking his brain for an answer, fearing the holy water, he blurted the first thought that came to mind. As this Demon currently has an image fitting of a butler…

“𝔄 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯! 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢’𝔰 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫, 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱? 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱! 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔦𝔫!”

      The answer reeked of desperation, but it didn’t seem unfound. Wilfred worked as a butler during the day and often worked as a monster killer at night for whenever the dark creatures would come in search of Alistair’s Vampiric blood. There was barely any time for Wilfred to get a proper amount of sleep. As Alistair had historically been a very sickly master, Wilfred could operate as a pseudo-head of the household.

      Wilfred couldn’t help but wish to douse the young Master with Holy water again, but he couldn’t deny that his body was being overworked and he was bound to die an early death from fatigue. Having another to help the cause would certainly be useful. The butler turns to the Demon, gauging the reaction of the Demon.

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] This Butler was a scary one, even Ponsol couldn’t lie to himself, although extremely prideful and self-assured. To bring a vampire down to a state of a wailing banshee with no hesitation, this human had enough skills to back up his confidence. Though he had to admit that the master-butler relationship between these two were quite odd. It was as if the Butler felt no fear towards the Vampire master at all, but instead, it was the Vampire that feared the human Butler. How fascinating. This would surely be a fun story to recount when he finally can return to Hell.

In honesty, Ponsol would have already ravaged the ground with a fiery blaze of carnage and righteous fury, but alas, he would be punished for harming his contractor. Being contracted to a Vampire and being a Butler wasn’t too different from each other if one thought about it theoretically.

Resigned to his fate, Ponsol accepted his new position. The lifespan of a human wasn’t that long in retrospect, but the life of a Vampire was indeterminate. That said, he wondered whether the Vampire contractor would even be able to live a long and fruitful life given the way he’s treated by his own butler. It was either getting the contractor to annul the contract, or to wait for the contractor to die. Both options quite frankly sucked, but what could he do? He turns to the one named Wilfred.

                         ❝As we’ll both be working together, may I ask for a tour?                           That way, I can get used to my new work environment.❞

There was definitely something that the butler would do nightly that didn’t revolve around his job as a butler, and it was clear from Alistair’s wording that he already knew about it. Though he had this thoughts about this, it was true that Ponsol couldn’t act against his contractor in any way, so it was safe to assume that Ponsol couldn’t do any ill with any information he overheard. Alas, a high-ranked Demon such as himself was being subjected to a mere butler. That was like asking a Duke to becoming a household worker.

                         ❝If I could ask about any ground rules, I’d appreciate it.❞

As the head butler, it made sense to show some deference to Wilfred. It wasn’t like Ponsol was eying the holy water that Wilfred still had in his hands. Of course not. Ponsol wasn’t a punk!

#fightingthetides #(Alistair01) #RPans #((Muse; Alistair)) #((Muse; Wilfred)) #magiqueue

[magicalheirponsol]

fightingthetides​:

       It was clear that something prevented the Demon from acting upon his words as Alistair was still living and breathing. As the book stated, a contracted Demon could not act upon their contractor, so Alistair was unafraid at large- but a part of him did worry he’d be the exception… because he is a vampire. Well, good to know that it applies to vampires and humans alike!

“𝔜𝔢𝔰, ℑ 𝔞𝔪 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔶, 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫’𝔱 ℑ? ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫’𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔞𝔰 ℑ’𝔪 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱’𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℑ 𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰.”

       What a fun discovery he’d made, knowing that as a vampire, he could still summon a Demon to do his bidding at the cost of his soul. The only thing is that his soul technically belongs to the Vampire who changed him. How was this going to work? Well, it’s not his problem any which way. Alistair didn’t care what happened to him at the end of his life. Should he suffer in purgatory forever or be sentenced to nothingness, he didn’t care.

       Reading between the lines was a simple task, and he knew that even if holy water wasn’t going to kill him, it certainly would hurt. Who would want to purposefully put themselves in a world of hurt when it’s not necessary to begin with? He watched as Ponsol adjusted his appearance to have a more elegant look.

“ℌ𝔪… 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴.”

“𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓇.”

       Alistair flinched, slowly turning to face Wilfred standing at the bottom of the staircase. In his hands, a bottle of holy water, ready to be deployed. Feeling a shiver run down his spine, Alistair looked back at Ponsol and then at his butler, Wilfred. Though, given the way he was dressed currently, it would be difficult to think he was a butler. After hours, he wasn’t a butler but a monster exterminator. It was a miracle that the man still had the energy to move.

“𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔩… 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡… 𝔰𝔬 ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭. 𝔖𝔲𝔯𝔭𝔯-𝔞𝔥𝔥𝔥𝔥𝔥𝔥!”

       Having none of Alistair’s nonsense, Wilfred wasted no time in splashing the holy water at Alistair. A quick glare sent at the Demon, wordlessly demanding an answer. 

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol couldn’t help the urge of wishing to pummel this contractor to death, but alas, the contract binding the two together was keeping the contractor safe. He had quickly accepted his fate, as he knew that complaining and whining wouldn’t solve a damn thing. Instead, it was more proactive to simply accept it and go along with the course of events. He’d transformed his appearance as was requested of him.

He had thought that finally they could get the ball rolling, but instead, they were interrupted by what he assumed was the contractor’s actual butler. Shockingly, the butler had arrived suddenly, and it took even the Shinigami by surprise. His skill was startling to say the very least, but he supposed that a butler of a vampire would have to be noteworthy. What he wasn’t expecting was for said butler to spray the contractor with holy water. The smell of burning flesh filled the basement room. While this was a scent quite familiar to the Shinigami, this was something that filled him with temporary dread.

Finding himself straightening his back, he took notice of the butler eying him. If he could, he’d much rather avoid being burned with Holy Water. It was such a waste of dark matter. With a grandiose bow, he greeted the butler.

                  ❝My name is Ponsol Geripeta. I won’t attempt to hoodwink you.                     Your master, my contractor, had summoned me on a whim.❞

He wouldn’t dare believe he could trick this human into believing that he was a regular human. The human butler before him had come totting a bottle of holy water as a punishing weapon against a vampire. Though human, he had managed to surprise Ponsol with his sudden appearance, which meant he was far from being ordinary. More than likely, this human had some kind of side-profession that related to fighting against Demons or other dark creatures.

                  ❝I have yet to be informed on what I’ve been summoned here for.❞

As crafty as he could be, he hadn’t the slightest of clues as to why the vampire had summoned him, as he himself had admitted he’d only done so for ‘fun.’ Hopefully, he could decide to release the contract so he could return back to Hell to regulate his Hell.

#Fightingthetides #(Alistair01) #((Muse; Alistair)) #((Muse; Wilfred)) #magiqueue

[magicalheirponsol]

fightingthetides​:

      Well, shit. Sucking the inside of his mouth, Alistair had to accept the fact that the summoning was successful, and he was probably going to be sprayed like a disobedient cat with holy water. You’d think that Wilfred was the master of the mansion, but Alistair would assert that he has the unruly and unscrupulous young master act down pat! He groans as he regards the Demon he’d summoned.

      Surprisingly, the guy didn’t look very demonic. Where were the horns? The wings? The claws? The oddly colored skin? Looking rather unconvinced, maybe… he didn’t actually summon a Demon? Hope welled in his chest until the Demon introduced himself as a Shinigami, whatever that is.

“𝔗𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔱, ℑ 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢. ℭ𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨, 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯.”

      The ironic thing was that prior to being turned into a vampire, he was the young master of a monster hunting clan. Due to a dastardly vampire who thought it would be funny to do so, he’d turned the heir of the mansion into a monster while eradicating everyone else. Wilfred, his butler, also hailed from a monster hunting clan, though an illegitimate child. His household was also decimated by the same vampire, with him being the sole survivor. The difference between him and Wilfred was the fact that Alistair was left alone after being turned, and Wilfred was forced to become a butler for the enemy of his family for a few years before the vampire grew bored and left.

“𝔐𝔶 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔱𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔴. ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔶 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫? 𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔢, 𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬.”

      Being spritzed with holy water hurts, wouldn’t you know?

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] To kill time. TO KILL TIME? HE WAS SUMMONED TO KILL TIME!? The AUDACITY! Ponsol was practically fuming out the ears from anger. He was so angry, in fact, that he was willing to drop the pretentious and poised act of his.

“You have some nerve using me as some toy to curb your boredom. I should kill you right now and get it all over with.”

As soon as he said so, he felt a deep twinge inside his chest. As a summoned Demon, it was against the contact to harm his contractor. A deep inhale as his mind was sent reeling from the warning pangs foretelling his demise should he act against his contractor. This only pissed him off even more, to be confined.

“You’re lucky that I’m bound by contract or I would’ve gutted you on the spot, you non-human.”

The contract should be voided as the contractor was no human, but he was willing to bet that there was a loophole in the fact that the vampire must have originally been a human—therefore it counted. What a load of bullshit if you asked him.

With the red hue dying down, the summoning circle had closed the gate behind him. Now he was effectively stuck in this world until he had finished the bidding of his contractor, or the contractor died—of course, not by his hands. A pity, truly.

“Holy water isn’t enough to kill me, a Demon Noble.”

That said, it would very much hurt, and Ponsol wasn’t the sort to find bliss through pain. Thinking it over, he snapped his fingers, letting his magic act, changing his appearance slightly.

                            ❝Would this appearance suffice, contractor? Human enough?                                If so, I would like to discuss the nature of our contract now.❞

The quicker he can fulfill the contract, the sooner he could return to Hell. He could already hear the mockery he’d hear of his peers to know that he got summoned by a vampire. Of course, should anyone do so to his face, they would know why he was ranked a Demon Noble. 

#Fightingthetides #(Alistair01) #RPans #((Muse; Alistair)) #magiqueue

[magicalheirponsol]

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol had heard of the ways that humans could summon their kind to do their bidding at the cost of their soul. He’s heard of such tales, but he’d always assumed this referred to the lesser Demons, and not high-class noble Demons such as himself. He, a shinigami was being summoned? Who in their right mind had the AUDACITY to summon him? This better be good, or he’ll rip out the filthy soul of the audacious human and chuck it into his Hell. 

He waited for the summoning to finish. Upon feeling his feet touch the ground, he looked all around to see that he was in a spacious basement. By the dimensions, one could assume he was summoned by someone who was quite wealthy. That much was to be expected if someone had summoned him, a Shinigami, of all Demons. 

                               ❝Who are you to summon me, Ponsol Geripeta?                                  The price to pay will be hefty as i’m a shinigami.❞

Wait? As a shinigami, he could see the aura of ‘sin’ around every human, and he could look into their souls. This human... was INHUMAN? True, he used to be a human at one point, but now he was something completely different. How was he still able to summon him? This doesn’t fall under his jurisdiction at all! THE FUCK!?

Closed starter for @magicalheirponsol​

       In the basement of the mansion, a young man had drawn out a summoning circle. His intent was to summon a Demon and then… there was no step two. Alistair just wanted to see if he could do it, and he’d think about the consequences later. What was the worst that could happen, that his butler comes down and kills the Demon and then ground him? That’s nothing. 

Having finished drawing the circle on the ground, he chanted the spell as it was written in this grimoire, eyes lighting with amazement once the circle lit up with an eerie red glow. The summoning circle worked! What he could expect to appear afterwards, he hadn’t the slightest of clues, but the anticipation was what was fun!

“𝔚𝔞𝔦𝔱… 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔚𝔦𝔩𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶? 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔱… 𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤?”

His butler wasn’t one you should mess around with. Flipping through pages, he was looking for a way to stop the summoning, but it was already too late. 

Well, shit.

#Fightingthetides #(Alistair01) #RPans #((Muse; Alistair)) #Canon Demon verse #((Me realizing if it's canon verse he should have the facial tattoo but I never made those icons whoops!)) #((Screw it))

[magicalheirponsol]

@wild-untamed-heart asked: Ponsol and Kajika - Hygge ((if its not too late)) 

Hygge: The act of relaxing with loved ones and good friends, usually while enjoying food and drink; the word is associated with coziness

The two friends were hanging out in Ponsol’s greenhouse, as it quickly became a hang out spot that they both liked to frequent. There, they could immerse themselves among the various plants that they enjoyed to observe. 

Additionally, certain plants that meant a lot to either of them could be found in this greenhouse. Plants were a common gift item that were exchanged between the two heirs, and this greenhouse was a place where Ponsol housed many of said gifts. 

Right now, they were having what you could call a picnic among all the flora that had recently bloomed. Ponsol had carefully taken care of the many plants here with the help of the family gardener. With all the flowers blooming, Ponsol suggested doing a makeshift flower viewing party. 

Even though traditionally a flower viewing was done with Sakura blossoms, this was the next closest thing that could be done. Kajika, of course, agreed to it. Now, the two were sitting at a table that was prepared by the attendants. It would do no one any good if they allowed two heirs to sit on the ground and dirty their clothes, after all. 

“Not that I think you’d doubt my abilities, but as you can see, they’ve all bloomed spectacularly.” Ponsol spoke with his usual haughty tone, but you could see the pride and genuine delight in his eyes. Seeing the flowers in full bloom, looking healthy, was more than he could ask for. 

He was with his good friend, sipping on his favorite tea blend, gazing at his lovely flowers. What a relaxing evening this was. 

#wild-untamed-heart #wilduntamedheart #meme answered #answered ask #thanks for the ask! #Ponsol speaking

[magicalheirponsol]

tsundere-model‌:

“Hiih?!” a small yelp as he suddenly stopped feeling the ground underneath his feet, he leaned in closer against Ponsol’s chest, hands clinging to his shoulders, only relaxing a bit when he felt the bed underneath him, a meaningful batting of eyelids his response to the first question.

Cheeks blushing further as Ponsol started to take off his clothes, Izumi’s blue eyes seemed to shine brighter at the comment “Really?” his tone gave away his excitement. He almost couldn’t believe it! Ponsol offering to creampie him with no convincing needed? Bless this day “Yes! P-please. You know I love it when you do…” he begged, shameless in front of such a delectable possibility, arms lightly resting on Ponsol’s shoulders, as he locked his hands behind him

[✧ﾟ･*♚*･ﾟ✧ ] Ponsol couldn’t help but chuckle at Izumi’s reaction. Did he really like it that much? Ponsol suddenly smirked as he thought of something. He’d stripped his upper half bare, and now it was time for the bottom half. Belt off, pants off. “Do you want the honors?” In other words, did you want to, in a sense, unwrap your ‘gift’ and enjoy it as you please? 

“If you manage to excite me enough... how about I do another thing that you love so much?” Ponsol didn’t have to say anything for Izumi to understand, surely. Ponsol was normally quite the gentle lover, but only when he got very riled up could one see a more intense side of him. Perhaps tonight, Izumi could get the best of both worlds.

#tsunderemodel #tsundere-model #Horny day for Izumi rp #RPans #((Muse; Izumi)) #suggestive tw #((Ponsol is truly working the magic right now)) #((His rose wanted him so badly-- why not just indulge him for once?))