#oc: athame

[drachenrabbit]

In the face of ruin

#Art #furry #space #oc: athame #oc: sarajevo #oc: vinicuna #oc: the unicorn #storm chasers

[chaoscrewtime]

smth smth queer friend groups never dress like they're going to the same event

a lil modern/human au experiment where i figure out what their modern style would be

from left to right it's Perseus, Zagreus, Pandora, Gianna, Helena, and Pirraeus

#my art #dnd #dnd oc #dnd art #the chaos crew #perseus yamato #zagreus athame #pandora khattar #gianna deirdre #helena myeong #pirraeus labasan

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

winded ward my beloved transgender warcriminal

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#anyways ive finally figured out the aesthetic of athame #its basically like. briish dieselpunk/teslapunkish era clothes with persian accents #and a shitton of metal attached to everything #is that unsafe in a city where the power lines are literal exposed tesla coils? probably. do i care? no #my post #artstuff #the three planes #original #oc: sir windward #smoking

[triscuit-cafe]

Feldon and Athame

#art #mlp #my little pony #mlp oc #oc #fanart #doctor whooves #the master #feldon #athame

[queenohalloween]

my skrunklies, each and every single one... till I make more

I’ve made so many of these little critters and I love them all so much

no wait I love most of them, Vivian I would gladly throw down a flight of stairs if I had the chance. Thats still love tho

#my art #MY OCs #blorbo from my mind #pixel art #and now is the part where I tag every single one for some reason #ERR #Penny #unamed firestarter #Jack #Lutus Beere #Dumah Mortem #Athame #Mariana #unamed blood cleric #Bristene Atorbell #Laquera Aspulat #Reese #Vivian Black #unamed yoyo user #unamed blind warlock #Silvis Klaus #Andromeda Stargazer #Charolette Henry Claire #Tizias Grey #unamed vampire #Siobhan Silver #Pierre #Joey J Green #Meryl #Scissors

[dhampiravidi]

5. Do they masturbate often? , 9. When was the last time they had a wet dream? Bonus if you can describe it as much as you can in detail. , 13. What’s their favorite sex position(s)? , 14. What’s their least favorite sex position(s)? , 17. How long can they last before they cum?, 20. Are they proud of their kinks? Is there a kink they’re too ashamed to share? (For Jayn!! You can answer all of these or just some of them! Your choice~)

5) hahahno yeah, she does. Like Pogue, she's a very...tactile...person.

9) she had it when she fell asleep during class. She's really hoping that nobody heard her say anything out loud & that she wasn't making any obvious noises, because that dream nearly made her jump her partners the next moment she saw them. Said dream involved the Hogwarts Gryffindor common room, the OT4 (ofc), a love potion & the steady rumble of a thunderstorm.

13) It depends on her mood. There's her more cuddly/romantic side vs. her horny/overeager side. Then it's a question of whether she's giving/receiving. Romantic Giving: whatever her partner likes the most, honestly. She just likes seeing them blush & smile as they enjoy themselves. Horny Giving: teasing using her hands. It gives her lots of control so she can make things sudden or torturously slow. Romantic Receiving: plain missionary, with her on her back, looking into her partner's eyes as their breathy sighs & giggles comingle. It's easy to fall into cuddles after they're done. Horny Receiving: oral, even though she's a sucker for being teased & edged. It's best for when she's been stressed out over more than a few days.

14) either stuff that involves someone standing + a wall (sorry, but Jayn's not the most fit, nor is she the tallest) OR reverse cowgirl. She's fairly sure she nearly broke Pogue's dick trying that 2nd one. They never talk about that night. He couldn't sit properly for days & that was after using ice.

17) hahahAHAHA. If she's by herself, maybe 3-5 min & that's because she knows how to edge. With her partners, who she's trusted so much of herself with...maybe 2 min max. Just being with them, seeing them in certain positions can make her horny, so them actively trying to get her off is sexy as is!

20) she was mostly ashamed to share her kinks when she & Pogue 1st started sleeping together, because 1) he's her 1st relationship, 2) she had IDEAS from the Internet that hadn't all been tested out, 3) Pogue's WAY more experienced than she is & 4) women aren't exactly encouraged to be horny the way men are in the Western world. But once she got used to Pogue seeing her naked & being affectionate with her in public, pretty much all her worries went out the window. She's still paranoid when it comes to taking nudes, though. & she has the semi-irrational fear that her parents will SOMEHOW find out what she's "already done". As far as what she's ashamed of her partners finding out (though they might already know): voyeurism (whether it's 3 of them with each other OR porn) & letting the guys come inside her.

#jkw: thread #thanks for the ask! #astral-athame #funny bc my TC!OC is a combo of my OC Jayn + my OC Jas...so she's a combo of their kinks on the more shy side

[athamethyst]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄...

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖍'𝖘 𝕾𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓 | DL OC BLOG | "𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞."

Salutations, visitors of the holy estate. Will you not place your trust in the brethren as you do your God? Apostates are forbidden.

Muse is 18 years old. Admin is 21+, She/Her. Only interacting with 21+

"Athame" Kurosaki

Athame is a code name, it means "ceremonial blade"

Kurosaki translates to "dark destination" from Japanese

Biography:

Sexuality/gender: Female (she/her), bicurious & demisexual

Occupation: High school student. Vampire hunter.

Appearance: Long black hair, pale skin, red eyes. Always wears the gilded butterfly hair clip in her hair.

Personality: Mysterious, quiet and usually by herself, but she will approach people who capture her interest. Her heart burns with vengeance and hatred towards the vampires collectively for what they did to her family as a young child. Athame takes her work very seriously and always thinks of a plan or solution to anything.

Background/General Info: An unknown vampire killed her parents long ago. As a newly renounced orphan, the church of sacrificial brides took her in. Much to her fortune, rather than being sent off as a blood bag, she instead trained under a skilled vampire hunter. Her mentor, Seiji, taught her to fight at a young age ever since the incident. Daggers, knives, and certain swords (i.e., the rapier, the epee, the backsword) are her preferred choice of weapon, but she doesn't mind fighting with long-ranged ones, either.

Sprites are drawn by the admin. - SPRITES PART 1 - SPRITES PART 2

Fun facts:

Athame has killed a vampire in her past, so she does not mind the sight of blood or murdering others to get her way. She sees each death as a means to an end, therefore, she kills out of what she deems a necessity.

Every morning, she rises early to practice her marksmanship and combat. Namely the quick draw with a rifle containing silver bullets; with swords, she practices her parry, riposte, and forte.

Always keeps a blade on her somewhere, whether it's her sweater, a thigh strap beneath her clothes, as a boot clip, or in a concealed shoulder sheath. Yes, it's uncomfortable but she thinks it's worth it.

Despite hating vampires, she is very empathetic. She often harbors sympathy for fellow humans, giving them the benefit of the doubt.

Her voice claim is Mamiko Noto.

More to come soon, but for now...

100 Questions | FAQ for your convenience

Basic Information | Who is Athame?

Appearance | The Bejeweled Hilt

Her Parents | Blissful youth

The Death of XXXXX | The Birth of Athame

The Church | Blind Faith

Seiji Komori | The Vampire Hunter Association

"Obsidian Athame" | Sharpening revenge's dagger

Kaminashi City | Initial thoughts

Straight A+ Student by Day | Sword by Night

Sermons & Confessions | Falling in Love

From Saint to Apostate

Moodboards | Miscellaneous

Athame & The Sakamaki

Athame & The Mukami

Athame & The Tsukinami, Kino

Athame & KarlHeinz

Athame & Yui Komori

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#athame kurosaki #diabolik lovers oc

[mischiefmagpie]

WIP - Madness and Sanity are all relative. Those who think they're sane are mad, and those who think they're mad are sane. Embrace what you are. Do not define yourself by it.

New dnd oc! Athame, an Eladrin archaeologist who discovered a pack of oracle cards hidden below the stone floor of an ancient mausoleum. She inadvertantly made a pact with an entity known as Sihir the Hand. Now she's off exploring tropical wilds and untamed islands.

#my art #magpie doodles #artstuffs #eladrin #warlock #elf #witch #great old one #great old one warlock #goolock #oc: athame morwen

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Committed to Hell

Yandere Male Demon x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Noncon, drugging, religious themes/imagery, reader dies but the story takes place in their afterlife, murder, blood, cock sucking, stalking, abduction, general yandere themes, dacryphilia)   Word Count: 2.8k (Wow, okay, so this is a very special post, it is in celebration and thanks for getting me to 2.5k followers, and it is also for Halloween. I have been working on this ALL day. This post has a story with a new demon lord OC, AND, for the first time ever, and there is an audio component of the yandere OC speaking to YOU! I had to upload the audio in a separate post which can be found nowhere because I deleted it. I hope you all enjoy this food, your Halloween Feast, thank you all so much for following me. Please excuse any mistakes as this was not beta read.) (The music in the background of the audio is Horror Drone 1, music by audionautix.com. The voice of Ledlam, the demon, was provided by me, artwork by @solariahalsey​ in exchange for writing. Edit: Art was removed due to being NSFW and I didn’t want to get in trouble and audio was removed because it was cringe and only got 100 likes.)

 One late night you had come home from work and exited your car to step into the chilly air. Two hooded figures leapt from the shadows, putting a rag of what could only be chloroform over your face before quickly taking your keys, stuffing you into your own car, and driving away.  When you woke from your forcefully induced slumber you struggled to recollect the proceedings of the following night, all you knew was that you had been on your way home and now you were on some kind of stone slab in a large room. The walls were adorned with complex runes and sigils that had been painted with something red and suspicious, the room was dimly illuminated by torches along the walls, and an ominous chanting could be heard coming from an adjoining room.  Your limbs were bound with rope and tied to four posts on the cold hard stone block you were trapped on. You thrashed and tried to yell, but your mouth was gagged and your muffled screams of terror only served to let your captors know you were awake.  They stopped their chanting, their unholy prayer to a significant demonic deity, and suddenly a set of heavy wooden doors burst open and a few dozen cultists filed in silently and sat in pews laid out before the stone altar.  One cultist, who you assumed was their leader as he was dressed in more intricate robes, stood before the altar and looked down upon you before turning to face his flock.  “Fellow worshipers of Ledlam, Shepherd of the Shadows, we assemble here today in the house of worship to fulfill the will of our lord.” The cult leader turned back to you, now holding a ceremonial athame. Your eyes fixated on it and tears rolled down your face as you redoubled your yells and struggles. “We now commit this lucky chosen soul to the service of Ledlam.”  And in one smooth motion he had cut your throat, your blood pooling into grooves carved into the altar, dark magic sizzled and popped as the cultist chanted and the arcane symbols were filled with your blood.  Your life quickly drained away.  Now you were in hell, through no fault of your own, in the home of Demon Lord Ledlam. Unbeknownst to you, Ledlam had been watching you for nearly a year. He had used his powers to peer into the mortal realm and find someone suitable to his tastes, that someone had been you.  From the moment he first laid his eyes upon you he knew that, on this very Halloween, you would be sent to him. It was the only date that the veils between Earth, Heaven, and Hell all thinned a bit and those using the right magic rituals and using significant power could bend the rules a bit.  And so it was that upon your death your soul had been funneled here by the ritual of his followers and by the gravity of his abilities. Otherwise you would have either walked the veil before reincarnation or you would have ascended into Heaven.  Now you were confused and in an old style castle. Hell was a lot like feudal Earth had been, society was just often more violent. There were many different territories in Hell and Ledlam was the demon lord who ruled over the largest piece.  You could see from the windows outside that you were no longer on Earth, the sky was an angry crimson red, crashes of thunder echoed periodically as flashes of black lightning danced across the tumultuous sky.  Understandably you were shaking. Anyone would be scared in Hell, but your soul, your very essence, was not for such a place as this. Under normal circumstances only an impure soul would be here. The effect was that you felt much more uncomfortable here than others would, a creeping sense of unease that permeated every pore of your being.  Ledlam, however, was beyond excited. He was putting the finishing touches on a feast in honor of you being here with him. He had all favorite foods, well, as close as he could get to your favorite foods with the type of flora and fauna that were available in Hell, he had his horns polished to make a good impression on you, and he even had the dining hall décor changed to match your favorite colors.  You could hear the stomp of his footsteps approach the room you were in as his great hoofed feet hit the hard surface of the floor. Not knowing what it was you ducked behind a chair in a desperate bid to hide from whatever monster could possibly call this place home.  What you saw turned your stomach, a beast straight out of a nightmare. A colossal demon, well over 7 feet tall, opened the door and stepped into the room. He had sharp shiny horns protruding from his head of black and red hair, his legs were covered in thick white fur and his feet were mighty hooves, his body was all muscle, and his nails sharp and black. An upside down cross was tattooed on the back of his hand and a spaded tail could be seen moving behind him.  The demon was naked except for a bird skull necklace and a loincloth, which was mostly useless, as his large cock and balls swung quite visibly and pendulously below it.  His four yellow eyes glowed in the darkness of the poorly lit room, scanning for any sign of your presence and finding you almost instantly.  “(Y/N)! There you are, come on, your food will get cold!” He spoke with a deep booming voice, one that echoed unnaturally. Ledlam approached you and grabbed your arm, completely apathetic to your resistance and only silently enjoying your terror.  He dragged you into the dining hall and set you down at a small table opposite of him with a large plate of food between you two, evidently for you both to share. You just looked down at your lap silently and awkwardly. Your demon captor just stared at you with unblinking eyes as he smirked at your fear. It was so delicious.  You flinched at that wicked voice when he spoke again.  “How rude of me, in my excitement I forgot to introduce myself, I am Ledlam, lord of this territory.” He reached across the table, put his hand under your chin, and lifted your head up, your eyes threatening to cry just from the pure fear you were experiencing from him and your situation as a whole.  “You need to look at me when we are having a conversation, okay (Y/N)” At this you nodded obediently, too scared to speak, but your acknowledgement seemed to please him as you forced yourself to look at his frightening visage.  Ledlam reveled in your fear, he couldn’t help it, he did not meet too many human souls up in his castle and the few times he ventured out the souls were long since hardened and immune to the simple sight of a demon scaring them, even a frightening one with his violent reputation.  Your fear was just so cute and pure. He could not help but enjoy it.  “Leaving your Earth body behind takes a lot of energy, you need to eat, my little human. You cannot really die in Hell, but you can still suffer.” As he finished speaking he held something to your lips that looked similar to a dish you had enjoyed while living. A little mini quiche.  You managed to speak in a small trembling voice, “N-no that’s okay I’m n-”  “I was NOT asking. Open your mouth!”  Not daring to disobey him, you blushed as you opened your mouth and took a bite of mini quiche that he fed to you. You chewed slowly and took a nibble of food from the plate intermittently to keep Ledlam appeased.  “Such a perfect little human, that is why I had you brought here, you will be a wonderful mate!” Ledlam could not wait to hold you and kiss you and make you writhe in pure pleasure, he had been alone for untold millennia. None of the demons born of hell nor the humans sentenced here were what he sought. He wanted you. A sweet, kind, pure being. Unspoiled by the ravages of Hell, who he would protect and keep safe.  Though you could not speak after hearing what he wanted you here for, your surprise covered your face.  “Don’t worry, I know you are scared, my angel, but I will keep you safe.” At these words you started sobbing. You wanted to be home, safe and curled up in your bed. Instead you had been killed and had your soul dragged into hell. It wasn’t fair.  As much as Ledlam loved seeing your face streaked with tears he did not want you to be too upset.  The demon lord left his seat and tried to pick you up, but for the first time since you wound up in Hell you found the will to run. You ducked under his arms and ran straight out of the dining hall, running frantically, luckily the way out was pretty direct and you wasted no time rushing out the door.    It appeared there were no guards or anyone else around and you rushed towards the forest surrounding Ledlam’s castle. Just as the sky was like an angry wound flashing with dark lightning so too was the forest completely alien. Flora with purple, red, and black foliage, strange animal noises, and grass and soil that just somehow seemed… off…  But you could hear Ledlam shouting for you so you proceeded into the cover of the trees anyway.  It was not a fun experience for you, some of the bushes lashed at you leaving wounds on your legs, you were getting bitten by any number of horrible insects, and just to make matters absolutely as bad as possible it began to rain. Blood. It was raining blood.  To say you were miserable would have been a grave understatement. At least the blood rains dispersed all the insects. You trudged through the forest, trying to put as much distance between Ledlam and yourself as you possibly could.  It felt like you had been running for hours, your entire body ached, and this rain was making your skin itch. You found a little cave at the base of a cliff and decided to take shelter until the weather was a bit more favorable.  But it was only minutes before you heard the booming voice of your pursuer nearby.  “I KNOW you are close (Y/N), did you REALLY think that you could escape from me? This is my kingdom, my playground.” The demonic voice was slowly getting louder, you hid a bit deeper in the cave behind a boulder. “Are you in heeeere my little angel?”  “I can smell your wonderful scent even through the blood rain darling~” Now you could hear his hooves against the ground, drawing ever nearer. “I love a good hunt every now and then too little dove, but my patience is wearing oh so very thin. Wouldn’t you rather get out of this scary cave and go back home to bounce on my cock?”  Suddenly you saw four glowing eyes peering at you in the darkness.  “Ah, there you are darling... mmm… I was going to wait until I got you nice and comfy back at home before mating, but seeing you covered in all this warm blood… mmm… it is really doing something to me. I really don’t think I have any choice other than to take you right here~”  You did not know how he could see you so well, but you backed up until your back was against the rough wall of the cave. As he stepped towards you he uttered some kind of spell that illuminated the cave in a soft light for your benefit, you could now see that his uncut cock was fully erect bobbing excitedly with each step that he took.  For what felt like the hundredth time today warm tears began streaming down your cheeks. Ledlam smirked, you just looked so irresistible like that. He continued his approach and stopped when his precum leaking dick was just in front of your lips. His intent was obvious.  “Pl-please… I don’t want t-”  “Suck. If you don’t get it nice and lubed up then what we do next will hurt quite a bit my little angel~” This wasn’t true, he did not and would not actually harm his sweetie, and his cock made enough natural lube so he did not need your saliva. But ingesting his precum would actually help to relax and arouse you and he relished the fear his threat got from you.  Your lip quivered before you reluctantly opened your lips and he slid just a little more than the tip of his prick into your wet mouth. You stroked his dick as you sloppily sucked on it. His skin was extremely warm and his precum was strangely heady. Ledlam knew it would take a minute or so before his precum changed your demeanor any, so he had a bit of time to enjoy your clumsy nervous sucking.  The demon ran his fingers through your blood drenched hair gently as you continued your task. Such rains were exceedingly rare, to have been drenched by one before completing his unholy union with you was surely a sign it was meant to be.  You licked up and down the shaft, trying to get as much spit on his massive tool as possible, he caressed your face gingerly, careful not to hurt you with his sharp nails as he used his thumb to wipe away your gorgeous tears.  The drug-like effect of his fluid was starting to become apparent. You slowly stopped crying and your muscles relaxed considerably, relieving all the tension that had been stressing your soul since your death. You found yourself more into pleasuring him as you gradually became more aroused.  Nervous sucking and a desire to lube him up to ease future pain were replaced by eager licking and a need to swallow more of his precum.  “Mmm, so good and obedient for me (Y/N), but I think we are ready to do something else little angel.” You looked up at him with a flushed face, desperation and confusion obvious on your face, all your previous fear completely melted away.  Ledlam peeled off your wet clothing, easily slicing through it with his sharp nails. He leaned you over against a large stone and then kneeled behind you, his rough hands exploring your legs and thighs. Unable to stretch you with his fingers with his large nails he instead opted to use his tongue. It slid into you effortlessly. You moaned in desperate pleasure as he moaned at the taste of you.  His serpent-like tongue thoroughly massaged and stretched your entrance, he licked, stretched, and kissed it until you started sobbing again, but this time in needy agony, yearning for more than just his tongue and mouth.  “Shhh, I’ll take care of it darling.” Your demon lover turned you around. You draped your arms over his broad shoulders, dizzy with a need that you didn’t understand. Strong calloused hands gripped your waist. Ledlam pulled you into his lap and allowed you to nuzzle your head into his neck as he slowly lowered you and the tip of his cock teased your hole, smearing thick precum into it, before he finally sat you down on it.  You moaned, literally drunk with pleasure. Ledlam took you to the base, moving you up and down on him, your stomach bulging from the enormity of his shaft each time you were forced back down, though there was no trace of pain or even discomfort.  Seeing you utterly fucked out of your mind as he bounced you in his lap was even better than seeing your eyes wet and full of tears. You leaned against him, nuzzling lovingly against his chest, as he started plunging into you just a bit faster, his weighty nuts smacking your ass with each sinful thrust.  Pleasure mounted in both of you until it could be held back no longer and you both came at the same moment, as he filled you up with potent demonic seed the ritual was complete and your soul was irreversibly bound to his.  If there was any doubt as to who owned you it was certainly gone now. You were Ledlam’s angel from now and into the fathomless depths of eternity.  You were too exhausted from the sex to stand, and too drunk off his cum to think, so Ledlam pressed a kiss to your lips before picking you up and carrying you all the way home.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere terato #yandere exo #yandere exophilia #yandere monster #yandere demon #male yandere x gn reader #gender neutral reader #demon x reader #yandere audio #yandere asmr #yandere speaking #my OCs #my oc ledlam #yandere x reader #Happy Halloween 2022 #thanks for following #Merry Hexmas

[onemeangreenbean]

Anything Ch 1

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering  and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of  “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: violence, gore, murder (maybe), eventual smut, panic attacks, honestly my brain has stopped but promise each chapter with have individual warnings!

WORDCOUNT: 2,826 words

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Wynter knew that she shouldn’t do it, but as she laid there in her tiny apartment she saw no other option. The poison from that bitch, Jiyeon, was fast acting and no one was coming to save her. Her own family on the other side of the world, why did she have to be so fucking stubborn. Something had felt off the whole day, from the time she woke up, through her shift at the bookstore. It was so off that she called her mommy and asked her what to do. “Baby, you know what to do,” her mommy sighed. “Do an egg cleansing when you get home and tell me what it says.” 

Wynter never made it that far cause as soon as she walked in the door, her body all but collapsed on the floor. It was late at night and her apartment was pitch black, not even the moon shone through the heavy storm clouds. Water dripped off her curly hair and onto the floor as she tried to get her body to move. 

She tried to breathe through the liquid fire running through her veins, making its way towards her brain. Gathering enough strength she started clawing her way across the floor, Wynter, reached up on her altar and grabbed the athame. “Fuck,” Wynter mummered more to herself than anyone. Tightening her trembling hold on the dagger she dug the blade into her wrist. It stung but it hurt considerably less then what was going on in the rest of her body. 

How she had gotten herself into this predicament was beyond her, but she knew that if she got out of it she was going to make Jiyeon’s life a living hell. She hadn’t been in South Korea long and thought she had made a friend, which for Wynter was an accomplishment. Apparently, she had not made a friend. All she could picture was Jiyeon’s smiling face as she spoke to Wynter earlier that day about a spell she was excited about. 

Rain pittered against the window as the monsoon progressively got worse outside. Wynter’s summoning circle was rudimentary, but with the way her body was beginning to give out it was the best she was going to get. As she chanted the invocation all she could do was hope that whatever demon came through was one of the good ones, or at the very least neutral. The air began to feel heavier as Wynter continued her chanting, stumbling over the Korean words as she tried to remain conscious. Rolling over onto her back she made sure to keep one hand in the circle, in order to maintain the connection.

The poison had made its way up to her chest constricting it to the point where all Wynter could do was gasp out the words. Her throat constricting; closing in on itself, her head pounding. She could feel the blood being pushed out of her orifices. Tears of red running down her face, as the taste of iron coated her mouth. It isn’t going to work. The heaviness in the air remained and wind began circling her, but no one appeared. If they were going to come they would’ve been here already. Wynter’s vision began to flicker in and out, blackness closing in around her. 

“What do you want?” a deep voice growled above her. Her flickering gaze met a figure peering down at her. 

“Please. Save. Me.” Wynter gasped out each word. 

Yoongi crouched down in front of her. His black eyes drinking in her form on the brink of death. Very rarely was he called upon; never was it to save someone; never was it by a foreigner. Her brown skin was ashen and her eyes unfocused as her cloths clung to her sweat covered body. “What’s in it for me if I do save you?” He moved a curl out of her face so he could see her better. 

Wynter’s brain tried in vain to form a coherent sentence, but all she could manage to squeak out was, “Anything.”  Though the man was merely a pale blob in front of her now she tried to convey what she meant through her eyes. That she would give this demon anything, within reason, he wanted if he would just save her. 

Normally, Yoongi, would leave her to die and go back home, though home was a loose interpretation, but as he threw a quick glance around her tiny home he could tell that she was powerful– it had took him longer than he liked to break through her protection wards and he was invited– and with the shit he got himself into he could use her later on. So with that in mind smirking down at her passed out form, Yoongi decided to save this strange witch. 

Wynter’s body ached as she tried to get more comfortable in the softness of her bed. Her limbs felt as though someone had tried to rip them off of her body. A strange dream played in her head of her dying, and a demon saving her. She would have to ask her Nana about it when she got a chance. A demon! It would be a cold day in hell before her black ass called on a demon for help. “You’re awfully ungrateful for someone who was basically dead less than 5 hours ago,” a calm voice said from beside her. 

Her eyes flew open and landed on the face of a man directly in front of her. An attractive man, but a strange man nonetheless. Dressed in all black his cat like eyes watched her with an expressionless face; black hair falling perfectly just under his brows. He looked like he could use a day out in the sun but that was the least of Wynter’s problems at the moment.

 The man was sitting beside her bed like he had been watching her sleep. She tried not to let her mind linger on the fact that she was in her sleep shorts and a t-shirt, when she had been in her work cloths when she got home, which only meant one thing…Wynter’s stomach rolled and she rushed out of bed and into the bathroom slamming the door behind her. As she emptied her stomach contents out she tried to understand what was happening. Once she was done she looked down at the black liquid that filled the toilet, a death curse, and a nasty one at that. What the fuck. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed cold water on her face and neck trying to calm down. No no no no, she would never summon a demon. Not only was it forbidden to use dark magic, but also her mommy was going to kill her. 

“Sorry to break the news to you but you did, in fact, summon a demon.” The deep voice had the nerve to sound amused that Wynter was going through a moral crisis. A crisis that was shaking the very foundation of her practice! She stared at her reflection trying to come up with a game plan. It seemed as though her bronze skin had regained some of its color, but her hair was a mess. She tugged and manipulated her curls until they sat in a puff on top of her head. Wynter couldn’t have summoned a demon, for all intents and purposes a demon shouldn’t have even been able to get past her protection wards, unless…..FUCK! She did summon it but she literally had nothing to offer the thing. 

Yoongi was waiting  as patiently as he could on the other side of the bathroom door, trying his best to keep up with the flurry of unfamiliar words racing through her head. He was beginning to get highly annoyed– not only at himself for not being able to understand her thoughts, but also at her for making him wait– when the door ripped open and she was standing in front of him. Her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. “What did I offer you?”  Her large brown eyes looked up at him as she tried to read his expression, which much to her dismay was cold and distant. 

“Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

They stared at each other silently as Wynter tried to process what he had just said, why would she offer something so stupid. “Would you like some coffee?” The question shocked Yoongi as much as it did Wynter, but she needed caffeine if she was going to figure out this pile of shit she, no correction, Jiyeon, had gotten her into. 

Wynter walked off before Yoongi could answer, leaving him to question if he had heard her correctly or not. When he saw her preparing the coffee and taking down two mugs from the cabinet, he made his way over to the counter.  For the most part she prepared the coffee in silence before handing him a mug with some cartoon character on it. Yoongi stared down into the steaming coffee, trying to remember the last time he had an actual drink. He studied her profile as she looked out the kitchen window and at the city while she sipped her coffee. The dull pink hues of the sunrise painted her skin a pretty shade of brown, a shade that Yoongi was having a hard time pinning down. Her hair up in a bun with her dark  curls spilling out every which way; her full lips perched on the rim of the mug in contemplation. 

Wynter turned towards the demon in her studio apartment and took in a deep breath as she tried to steady her thoughts. She wasn’t expecting to be met with his feline-like eyes intensely staring at her. His black hair falling into his face as he cocked his head to the side, unabashedly, studying her. Wynter’s gaze flickered slightly over to the vertical scar going across his eye. His black t-shirt and pants contrasting nicely on his pale skin. Wynter cleared her throat and looked away as she tried to remember what she was going to say. “Since I was stupid enough to offer you anything, what do you want?” 

It was the question that had been swirling around in her head since he had first told Wynter what she offered him. He could probably ask for the most ridiculous thing and Wynter would be beholden to give it to him. Yoongi took a sip of his coffee as he pondered his answer. He hummed in appreciation at the taste. He needed her for the power she could give him and while he could very easily ask for that, it was a power he had absolutely no knowledge of and therefore was useless in his hands. So, he asked for the only thing he could, “Your soul.” 

The tension in a tiny kitchen weighed heavy on Wynter as she tried to process what he had just asked. Her soul? A laugh escaped from her lips before she could stop it. To be quite honest she didn’t even know why she was laughing beside it being some sort of fucked up trauma response. Yoongi just stared at her, his eyes widened slightly in disbelief. “I’m sorry. Did I say something funny?” 

Wynter’s  laugh died down to a chuckle as she tried to hold it in seeing Yoongi’s face start to contort at her sheer audacity. “I’m sorry for laughing. I just don’t know how to respond to that. I mean a demon asking for my soul, while wildly disconcerting, is also very cliche don’t you think?” The fact that this was even happening at all was one for the books to Wynter, but at this point all she could do was accept it and go with the flow. She had no doubt that she could probably find a loophole somewhere but now wasn’t the time for it. 

“Cliche? You think my request for payment for saving your little life is cliche?”  Yoongi slammed the mug down on the counter causing a small crack to appear. At that she stopped laughing, a sound that Yoongi instantly missed but pushed to the back of his mind. “The only reason I asked for you pitiful soul is because it’s more beneficial to enslave you for all entirety instead of snuffing out your pathetic life for your power.” Yoongi stalked towards her until her back hit the counter. Her eyes wide as she stared back up at him, the smallest flicker of fear dancing in them. 

“When would you like payment?” Her voice wobbled a bit as she tried to check her own fear. Wynter honestly didn’t mean to laugh but with the absurdity of the whole situation it was her body's only response. Here she was after being cursed in the middle of her small studio apartment kitchen with a demon telling her he wanted her soul. Absurd! 

“5 years.” Yoongi’s voice had leveled back out to a tone of calm indifference. His face as apathetic as before. 

“That’s an oddly specific time to wait,” Wynter scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why not just collect now?”

“Would you rather me collect it now?”

“No. I’d rather you collect it never, but I’m just wondering why the time frame?” Wynter knew that demons only took long term contracts when something big was in it for them, and they never turned down an easy payday, such as a one time request. 

Yoongi closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Her questions were as aggravating as her small attitude, but he could see that she wasn’t going to move on from the topic. “Who the fuck complains that they’re given more time to keep their soul?” 

“I’m not–”

“You are. Quite honestly you have a spiritual gift I have never seen before and I want it, but it’s not fully developed yet. I need time to cultivate it; to bring it, and in turn you, up to its full potential.” Yoongi waited for a response but she kind of just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her pretty face. 

“So,” she took a deep breath and quirked an eyebrow. “You want to mentor me for 5 years and then basically make me work for you for all eternity?” Wynter spoke slowly in order to make sure she was getting all the facts of the situation correct. How did he even know what her gift was, let alone that she was trying to perfect it? On top of that, what the hell could he even want it for? 

“Basically. Now are we done playing 20 questions?” He scratched the side of his face as he averted his gaze. Yoongi didn’t realize how close he had gotten to her, barely a finger width apart. She looked up at him with an unreadable look in her doe eyes, her breathing deep and slow like she was trying to calm down. 

Which for the most part Wynter was cause she could feel the demonic energy rolling off of him in waves and she was having problems deflecting it since he was so close. Normally, she would just tell him to back up, but he had pushed her into the corner of her L-shape counter and he frankly terrified her. He wasn’t even looking at her and he terrified her. He had such a calmness about him that it was eerie, like he was actively maintaining control over himself at all times, and her Granny always told her to be wary of those types of folks. Wynter opted to clear her throat to continue, “So, I’ll see you in 5 years then?”

Yoongi whipped his head back to lock eyes with her once again. Smirking, he placed his hand on either side of her body on the counter and leaned in. His face merely inches from hers, “Gongjunim, do you think I’m really going to leave you alone after someone just tried to kill you. You’re stuck with me for the next 5 years so I can protect my investment.” Her pulse point beating erratically on her neck was Yoongi’s only indication that she was nervous. 

“O-okay. Um, last question then.” Wynter’s mind raced as she tried to gather her wits about her. Her mind had made the executive decision to stop working when he called her gongjunim and leaned in. She didn’t know what gongjunim meant but whatever it sounded like it meant made her heart flutter and quite honestly, fuck that. So she wetted her dry lips,  sucked in a shaky breath and let out a stable one, not missing the way that his dark gaze drifted to her lips before coming back up. “Since you are staying, do you mind telling me your name? It seems stupid to have to refer to you a “the demon” or “you” for 5 years.” 

Yoongi chuckled and pulled away from her, finally giving her some breathing room. “Yoongi. Yours?”

“Wynter.”

#bts x reader #min yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc #yoongi x you #yoongi x black reader #bts smut #bts x black reader #bts x black girl #bts x oc

[diaphanouso]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag, @dispatchwithlove !

Stumbling between WIPs at the moment, but here's a bit from my Shryik WIP, Hungry Eyes. It's been discovered that my asari OC, Irsina, is an Ardat-Yakshi, and as a result she's forced to flee and find a place to lay low. But before she goes, her dancing partner and closest friend, Nihlus, sends her off with one last dance.

Strings and soft horns swelled out of the speakers, silencing the soft chatter that’d begun to fill the void between songs. Irsina’s eyes shone with recognition.  The song that won them their first competition years ago. Their manager at the time had selected it for them, claiming it was a guaranteed hit among the older asari crowd.  In resonant strings and haunting, wordless vocals, it told the story of four lovers prophesied to be together but kept apart by tragedy. One by one, Athame took the asari lovers away, until only Farina remained. When she finally left the mortal plane, she walked with Athame to a sunlit field where her lovers sat eating berries and drinking wine, their laughter sweetening the air. Athame affirmed the prophecy — they were destined to be together, but not in life. She’d promised to place them in the same astral plane, a spiritual fate that most were denied.  “Load of saccharine bullshit,” Irsina had griped, not even bothering to hide her distaste offstage. “Load of saccharine bullshit that’s going to get us a new ship,” Nihlus had corrected her. “I can’t believe you,” she said now, bearing a hint of that same irritation she wore all those years ago, though her voice rang with tender amusement. Saccharine bullshit, but it was their song.  Daybreak would bring farewell, but tonight, nostalgia had the floor. His mandibles fanned out in a soft smile, Nihlus looked down at his dancing partner. His best friend. “Couldn’t let you leave on just any old tune, could I?” His subvocals rounded out the words with warmth that he hoped she could hear.  Still holding his hand, she twirled away from him, and as the strings swelled to a sweeping crescendo, he followed in her wake.

I'll tag @angry-jager @kalliesa @dwarrowdams @otemporanerys @misseffect @westernlarch @kirschewine

#wip whenever #nihlus kryik #mass effect fanfiction

[drachenrabbit]

Behold! A man

#art #ocs #storm chasers #oc: athame

[chaoscrewtime]

Python Athame-Captain of the Catfish (and my pfp)

my first DND PC (back when i didnt fully understand the rules 💀) theyve come a long way since then

(they and Zag have the same last name because their family adopted him)

#my art #dnd #dnd art #dnd oc #python athame

[pretttydemonboy]

[shakes you like a magic 8 ball] tell me about the oc you are thinkin about right now

Permanently thinking about Victoria "Icky Vicky" Nixon, as pictured below by @arpeca

Keyboardist turned secret agent turned keyboardist turned WEREWOLF!

She's currently touring with her band in Europe and as much as she would like the tour to just be NORMAL, her previous association with a secret agency devoted to paranormal phenomena is proving...problematic.

She's being stalked by someone who's got a bone to pick with her and she doesn't know why, and it seems like everyone the band grapples with has somehow figured out she's a werewolf and it's somehow not a conspiracy. Vicky just wants to hang out with her latest crush and play music, and maybe run around and howl at the moon. But she recent took a silver athame to the gut and is still recovering from that :(

#ragsy please know i am forever in your debt for asking about my brain children #vicky tag

[halleyuhm]

~WTW Ghost Gala Day 12: Candles~

Find week 1 here, and days 9 to 11 here.

🕯️Candles - After naming all of your characters: tell us the meaning behind their names.

The thing is sometimes I feel my OCs name themselves, so I'm not sure I've gotten the right name until I start writing. I also like having many characters, so here is a selection of those I like the most:

• Juniper, June: "young, evergreen" or "fair fairy".

• Elowen: "elm tree" or "bright fawn".

• Cináed: "born from fire".

• Amaya: "night rain".

• Athame: it is a double-edged ritual knife used in witchcraft.

• Roisin: "little rose".

• Indigo: "deep blue dye".

• Sítheach: "peaceful" or "otherwordly".

• Mauve: "violet-colored".

• Periwinkle: it is a blue/purple flower.

Tbh, the more I try to plan the more I complicate things for myself, so these names may change. But I really like them now~ 💜✨

#wtwevent #wtwcommunity #ghost gala #am writing #creative writing #ocs #my ocs #current wip #wip: june

[dhampiravidi]

BIG thank you to @ashortgothamite & @astral-athame. these 2 are some of my longest-lived writing buddies. they're excellent ladies who have helped me SO MUCH to flesh out my OCs & keep me from losing my shit when I'm having a bad week. check them out if you're into DC Comics, The Covenant, or Marvel!

#love ya! #admin