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atopearth · 3 years

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Ar Tonelico: Melody of Elemia Part 1 - Aurica & Misha (Phase 1)

PHASE 1

Okay, I am beyond excited. I honestly never thought I'd be able to play my favourite PS2 games ever again after I moved houses, because I can't for the life of me find my old PS2 that could play copied games, all the wires and some of the games, and I can't buy these games anymore either, so I was literally so sad and nearly cried when I first realised this. But then I realised that we could get PS emulators now and play the games!! Honestly so thankful and happy right now because omg it's so beautiful to know I can finally properly finish these games again!! Anyway, I still remember Shurelia and Lyner very well, I loved how cool Shurelia was, whereas I can't remember much about Lyner so he's probably the average protagonist that gets all the girls lmao. I'm not sure if I'll bother playing each Reyvateil "route" but I do know who I picked as a kid so I'm definitely going to pick her again. It's kinda funny, I wonder if this is when my bro and I decided to each choose our favourites and play through them so we could both see the different stories haha. I just remember he liked the shy brown hair Reyvateil and I loved the blue hair childhood friend, I can't remember their names anymore but I still love them hahaha. And if I remember correctly, Shurelia should have a short story/route, but I remember diving into her cosmosphere was weird because she's kinda like the old type of Reyvateil haha, so I was sad about that but it doesn't matter, it's Shurelia, everyone loves her!

On to the story itself! Lyner is pretty childish but he's a typical teenager protagonist so I'll just ignore it lol. On another note, dang, the art and character design and everything still looks good to this day imo. It's sad that Shurelia and Ayatane had to stay behind to fend off viruses that I can't really kill off until Lyner goes and gets the Hymn Crystal Purger, but I guess they can't really allow these viruses to run around into town, so as long as they stay in the Tower where I assume Shurelia has tried to seal them for many years, it should hopefully be fine~ Poor Lyner got his airship broken the moment he left though, but I guess that's how journeys begin haha. Lmao at Aurica (that's the name of the brown hair girl!!) healing Lyner with her Reyvateil magic/song and then running off when he wakes up, she's so cute lol. Kinda sad to see Reyvateil treated so badly by organisations like Tenba, like wow, the abuse is rampant. The village is pretty unreasonable to make Lyner kill their monsters to get his airship back but I guess that's just how desperate they are? Still don't like them. LMAO when Lyner went to learn grathmelding, the grandpa joked around saying Lyner's reward for learning it was his granddaughter hahaha.

Well, I guess it's good to help the village, because now they're willing to take care of the broken airship until Lyner finds someone who can fix it. Anyway, did Jack like Misha or something? I can't remember🤔 Lmao, Jack is so slack to Aurica, like yeah she's gloomy but I can empathise with her😭 Okay, I gotta agree with Jack though, Claire is definitely much hotter than Aurica, just the fact that she runs a bar by herself and tries her best to be strong and independent already makes me like her lol. On the other hand, why is Misha with Tenba, was she being manipulated or controlled or something? Anyway, the moment I saw Misha, I fell in love with her again, like wow, her design is so beautiful and unique, I could never pick someone else over her. I feel so sorry for her that Lyner can't remember her though, because I'm pretty sure she really likes him🥺 I can't remember the story but I guess we'll know when we can dive into her. Lyner is rash, super reckless and honest to a fault, but that honesty is a good thing I guess haha. The fact that he can't take people in Tenba badmouthing Reyvateil like they're tools that can be scrapped when they don't seem to be crafting good magic would make anyone mad, but Lyner refuses to sit by and listen to that, which is pretty admirable of him tbh.

With the way people react to others going into the Dive shop in the middle of the day with a Reyvateil, you'd be thinking they were doing something R rated lol, but they're just getting to know each other so it's kinda weird to have that kind of stigma, I mean I'm pretty sure going at night is weirder?! Anyway, I have to agree with Misha, Firefly Alley is a scary place, just thinking about being near all those propellers and falling down is crazyyy. It's kinda funny, but I remember Spica (Misha's friend that sells good stuff) but I don't remember the chainsaw girl lmao, I feel like she looks familiar but that's all hahah. It's so hilarious but brave of Misha to tell Lyner to dive into her so they can craft magic to break the wall and leave to go to Nemo without Bourd and them on their tail. Considering how bold she is, it's crazy that it's her first time, but since diving is such a personal thing, I honestly doubt Misha would let anyone aside from Lyner dive into her. I gotta agree with Hama (Misha's cosmosphere mind guardian) slapping Lyner for saying he's only in there because Misha told him to dive in, like excuse you Lyner?! You do realise the one that's being invaded and the one that has to feel vulnerable and everything is Misha right?! Have some tact lol! But I guess Lyner is slow, so it was normal of him to not have realised that it was a bigger deal than he thought, especially since Misha seemed so nonchalant about it. Misha's Level 1 Cosmosphere is so nostalgic though, I remember it so well, because I think it was a really nice contrast to see the brave and cool Misha in real life compared to the vulnerable one in the cosmosphere who is scared of revealing her true self to Lyner. It was nice to see him encourage her and to tell her that he wants to know her better, I mean it's sad that he can't remember her but you can't help things you can't remember I guess...

Krusche and Misha arguing all the time is pretty cute lol, I think it was even better when they worked together to open a door and made bets the whole time making them shout each other food if they got things wrong haha. Misha really is such a great girl to be so scared of heights but try her best to save Aurica. As usual though, Lyner is pretty crazy to jump and save Aurica when she was falling, like dang, they're lucky Krusche was nearby to catch them with her airship. Anyway, lmao at Aurica's naming sense and that fireball she made😂 I feel like Lyner is way more encouraging towards Aurica than he was with Misha before though, I guess it helps when it's obvious that she's troubled, whereas Misha being capable made him slow to realise a lot of things? Awww, Aurica cares so much about Lyner. She crafted blue magic in the real world because she wanted to protect him so much🥺 He's honestly really reckless though, he really could have died with the Hymn Crystal Purger, he's lucky Jack saved him. Honestly though, the more I play this, the more I feel like Lyner's type is Aurica and I'm so sadddd😭 I mean, I like Aurica too because she's so cute, but Misha😭😭

Lmao at how much it would cost Krusche to fix Lyner's airship, back to trying to climbing the tower back to Platina instead~ Well, I didn't expect Claire to really sing a song, her voice was beautiful! I'm glad she's out of Tenba and doing what she wants now, I feel sorry for any Reyvateil stuck in Tenba. Honestly, considering how self-sacrificing Misha was before for Aurica, I would have expected Lyner to care a little more of the possibility that Misha might be hurt or dead from one of the Hexagonal plates falling off and landing in Tenba where Bourd and them were having a meeting. I'm starting to think he really doesn't deserve Misha lolll. Anyway, the virus/Reyvateil Mir sounds familiar, was she one the girls in the next game? A Reyvateil utopia sounds about right if she was also once oppressed by people like Tenba. I honestly can't remember much about Ayatane but I do feel like I remember he disliked Lyner for being the one that protected Shurelia when he feels that he's so much more capable which is understandable considering he seems to be obsessed with her too. Well, the President of Tenba looks very...wow haha. Ooh I remember Misha looking super great as her real age, but she's great the way she is. Anyway, considering that Tenba experiments on Reyvateil, I hope Radolf talks about this with the church, but I guess I'm not sure if the church even has the power to destroy them even if they were so inhumane. Well, dang, Demon Aurica looks like a spider devil or something lol. I'm not surprised there's a part of Aurica that hates Claire though, it's understandable because she feels so inadequate compared to her. It's interesting to read the other bits in the cosmosphere that aren't as important, because omg, Aurica actually really liked this Knight guy before and she got rejected so terribly, that's sad.. I love Aurica's images of Radolf and Krusche, they're so silly🤣 Misha as a student body president is cute lol, and Shurelia(?) is there too?? Lol. Anyway, I like the cat on top of a vacuum, it's so cute. Lmao, okay wasting 900DP to find out that Aurica is a cat fanatic is hilarious, the idea of her rolling around with cats when no one is looking is so funny😂

I'm so glad climbing the Tower led to saving Misha, her breaking down and crying was so heartbreaking, she's really suffered😭 On the other hand, lmao at these residents up here cooking chicken, I just stole all their food✌️Lol at the trial though, it's literally just to test your strength! I'm sure Jack and them could do it too. Anyway, I never realised the Tower was called the Tower of Ar Tonelico, and oh wow, it's pretty cool that in between the Lower World and the Upper World is the Frozen Eye that separates the two so they're actually not physically attached. Oh wow, so Misha being the Star Singer meant she was the one singing her Chronicle Key song to keep all the viruses out, but because her song was stolen and she can't sing it anymore, the viruses are now attacking Platina. How sad though? She has to sing for eternity to keep world peace but what about her? Ooh, Jack left the Teru Tribe because they were too fixated on rules even when they were on the brink of destruction huh? I guess it's understandable why he would be annoyed, he's seeing so many people close to him die and he can't even use the technology that could possibly save them because of some covenant with Elemia. On the other hand, nice to know that Krusche wants to go to the Upper World because her ex-boyfriend Luke went there and never came back. Tbh, the Luke part sounds familiar but I don't remember anything else about this story. And I see, Jack is close to Misha because he used to protect her until he left.. She must have been so lonely after that. Anyway, I don't know why it didn't click to me that people are named after musical instruments here, like Flute and Harmonica lol, not sure what Tastiella is lol.

Time to do Misha's cosmosphere before going up! Adult Misha is beautiful~ lmao at the chunk of ice being an ice fairy😂 LOL at Aurica in the Don Leon costume😂😂😂 I'm kinda glad we did Misha's cosmosphere now though, because I would be so confused why her world is like this if I didn't know she has the responsibility to sing for eternity to keep the world peaceful. Especially now that she can wander around to find her song, I'm sure she's even more reluctant to go back to singing all by herself to save people she doesn't even know, and she's been doing this her whole life. I'm dying at the "flower" you can water with the China dress Misha that turns into a freaking tree hahahahah. I'm not sure about an abundance of love being able to grow a little flower into a gigantic tree😂 But I guess it exactly shows how little exposure Misha has of the real world, since even the stuff in her cosmosphere is really a lot of stuff she read in books. Honestly, I got mad at Lyner when he shouted at Misha to like do her job as the song fairy to save this Krusche, Misha was right that he doesn't understand her feelings at all. She's been stuck in one place for so long and has finally been given medicine that could turn her into a human, of course she would hesitate. I don't really blame Lyner though, since he doesn't really know about her life and her past at all. Shinobi Misha is so hot, I love the costume! It's so heartwrenching to hear how understanding Misha is to say she's willing on giving up on this chance (that she doesn't know if she'll ever get again) so that she can save Krusche because she understands that as long as she's alive, there's still a chance for her to find another way to be free, but if Krusche dies, she'll never have a second chance for her life. HAHAHA, I was thinking if those things in Misha's hair were drums, and thanks to Hama's confirmation, yes they are! But just like Hama's bells, they're just decorations, so don't beat those drums she says lmaooo.

Lolll at Shurelia being Misha's mum telling her to grow up. So, the reason Misha hates growing up is because when she was young, she was still "free" and got to be in Platina playing with Lyner and stuff, but once she grew up, she was forced to sing and sing, so now she hates the idea of being "grown up" and having to live with this responsibility for the rest of her life, since at least if she's a kid, she can rebel and be a bit more selfish... I always find it hilarious how every Shurelia character in the cosmospheres have to ask Lyner out 😂😂 I guess it's because Shurelia is connected to all the Reyvateils? So even if Shurelia herself doesn't realise it, she really does like Lyner enough that it leaks into all her "characters"? It's terrible to think about how strict Lyner's dad was on Misha when she was in Platina if it's still haunting her here. Aww for Aurica's cosmosphere, Don Leon was a gift from Claire to Aurica before she left the village, she told Aurica to treat it as if it was her so that she wouldn't be lonely. It's cute how Don Leon really stayed so important to her that it's even her Mind Guardian now.

I'm glad Misha put Lyner in his place and told him it's too late to say he doesn't want to involve everyone, but I guess it's understandable since they could die or never be able to come back to the Lower World, but even still, Misha is right, they should be the ones to make that decision and not him. Anyway, in terms of the story, I feel like Lyner would choose Aurica to download the Hymn Crystal into to fight the viruses but I'm biased towards Misha so~ The viruses invading Misha's cosmosphere must have been pretty scary tbh like omggg, that's terrifying, especially since she got sealed in a crystal and everything was a wasteland. It was nice that after choosing Misha for this, it seems like Lyner has finally shown concern and worry over Misha lolll. Well, Platina is saved and now there's potential for more interaction between the Upper and Lower Worlds so I guess that will be nice. And that's the end of Phase 1!

Overall, I've been really enjoying my time with Ar Tonelico again. Tbh, now that I'm playing it again, it really does run like a visual novel with RPG elements hahaha. The battle system gets pretty repetitive and boring though, I'm glad it's not hard, but it can get tiring when there's a lot of random battles, I had to escape a few times because I was just so bored of it lmao. Otherwise, I definitely like Aurica much more than when I was a kid lol! She's actually really adorable and kind, lacking confidence at times, but with Lyner, I think she's definitely found a lot more confidence in herself and her abilities, and we should really be thankful to Lyner for that hahah. I love her weird naming sense and how she's so obstinate about silly things. As for Misha, I still really love her too. I like how she's so honest and true to herself, and I think I like her dynamic with Krusche and them more than Aurica is with them, but I really like how vocal Misha is about stuff like telling Lyner what she thinks and stuff like that. Shurelia is as cool as I used to think she was haha. I think I'll go with Aurica's route first though, just because I've never played it😆

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Tear You Apart - Dracula/OFC One-shot

A/N: I wrote this in response to a post from @dracula-s-bride in which they requested a “one shot where [Dracula] fucks OC’s brains out into oblivion.” My filthy mind immediately went to the scene at the Convent and Dracula fucking a nun amidst the carnage he’d created. So…that’s what I wrote. I really just wanted to spend more time in the head space of that scene. Unapologetic, much? YIKES!

Warnings: Murder, Non-con, Blood drinking (I mean…)

Rating: Explicit as hell

Sister Evangeline averts her gaze as the demonic form stalking outside the convent gates manifests into the shape of a very tall, very naked man. She fixes her eyes to the weathered cobbles and tightens trembling fingers round the wooden stake in her hands. Her arms are tucked close to her body, her shoulders hunch forward in an unconscious attempt to make herself appear smaller to avoid the predator’s notice.

She’s never felt such visceral fear in her life. It’s so intense she thinks she will either faint or be sick. Her sisters feel the same. Waves of terror pass from one nun to the next at the man’s words and actions. Had she not personally witnessed him crawl forth from the wolf’s twitching body she might take him for a madman. But as the confrontation between him and Sister Agatha plays out she learns he’s something far more frightful.

Count Dracula. The devil incarnate.

Once she allows her eyes to wander upward she finds she cannot look away. His naked skin glows in the light of the torches as if kissed by hellfire. His lips spread in a feral smile as he flicks his eyes from one stunned face to the next finally settling on hers and holding her captive in his hypnotic gaze. His voice rings through the courtyard, addressing them all, but his eyes stay focused on Evangeline.

“The first one to invite me in stays at my side!” he announces. “The others I will tear apart and LADIES! I will. Take. My. Time. One should never rush a nun…”

An icy shiver creeps down her spine at his words and she feels her feet moving of their own accord, stepping forward as her lips part to speak the words. Count Dracula’s smile widens and his eyes blaze in anticipation but Sister Agatha interrupts before she can utter the invitation that would doom them all. Agatha’s bold intervention saves her and Evangeline falls back in line with the others, panting in shock at the sin she’s nearly commited. Lord, save me, she prays to a resounding, oppressive silence from the cosmos.

Once Agatha has turned the demon away the sisters gather in the chapel for prayer. Mother Superior stands before them and her words are uplifting, inspiring, an answer to the emptiness she’s felt inside when her prayers go unanswered. She must look within herself for the voice of her God. She must find His strength in her own strength.

It’s a moment of pure serenity and peace after the misery of the confrontation outside. She bows her head in a prayer of gratitude just as the echo of sharp footsteps sounds from the corridor. Evangeline looks up in time to see the monster, Count Dracula, standing inside the chapel holding Mother Superior’s severed head aloft, grinning in delight as the nuns begin a chorus of screams.

Evangeline’s throat closes shut, she wheezes and gasps desperate to drag air into her lungs but her body shuts down in panic. Dracula stands before them, resplendent in his tailored suit and long, dark cape. The perfect image of a refined gentleman. Yet his actions and words are savage. He tosses the head into the crowd of terrified nuns, taunting them with their own impending death. Evangeline crouches on the stone floor, cowering beneath a pew. Some of her sisters are braver than she. They stand up, wielding their crucifixes against the vampire. At first it appears effective but Evangeline watches the Count from her hiding place as he settles casually into a chair, spreading his cape beneath him and leaning back with an air of one about to take in a show.

“So…” he begins, in a conversational tone as if holding twenty nuns hostage and threatening their lives is an everyday occurrence, “I suppose I’ll just have to control myself. But–between you and me–controlling wolves is just so much more fun…It’s a question of who you’d rather have tear you apart, I suppose. You have a choice of course. I’m undead, I’m not unreasonable.”

At his words the first howls begin sounding from just outside the chapel doors. Evangeline climbs farther under the pew, tucking her legs in close to her body as she watches a whole pack of wolves race by her and begin lunging at the crowd of nuns in the center aisle. Her lips tremble and a wail of sorrow escapes her throat before she slaps her hands over her mouth, muffling hysterical sobs. From her spot beneath the first pew she can see only the Count’s gleaming, polished shoes and the bottom of his cape. But she hears everything. The screams, the moans, the horrid ripping sound of teeth rending limb from limb. It goes on for hours. Or minutes. She can’t be sure. The whole time she lays curled in a ball, rigid and terrified of making a single movement or sound that would attract attention.

It ends with a resounding, chilling silence. Evangeline is frozen in place, desperately trying to control her heavy breathing. She can see the dead, glassy eyes of Sister Camille staring at her from the place she’d fallen mere feet away from her. She hears the low whines of the wolves, the soft padding of their paws over the flagstone floor. And she sees Count Dracula’s well-shod feet. He hasn’t moved from his seat at the front of the chapel.

Evangeline moans in terror when she addresses her, “You can come out now, little one.”

She doesn’t move an inch. She could not move even if she wished to do so. Her muscles are rigid, her limbs locked into place. With no point in further concealment she finally allows herself to cry. The wolves quirk their ears and lick their lips as they catch the soft sounds of her cries and the rich scent of her still-flowing blood.

“Now, now, Sister, do as you’re told. Unless you’d like me to have one of my pets drag you out from under there…” Dracula sounds intrigued by the idea.

Mustering all of her remaining strength, Evangeline crawls out from under the pew, exposing herself to the gleaming predator gaze of both wolf and vampire. She spider walks backward until her back meets the chapel wall, putting as much distance between herself and them as she can. The wolves are held at bay for now. There are six of them and they stand immobile around the Count. Awaiting his command.

She looks up into the vampire’s face, quaking at the sight of his cruel smile and cold eyes.

“Tell me your name,” he commands, rising from his seat and stalking toward her. His cape flows into place around him lending even more severity to his already intimidating height. He walks until the tips of his polished shoes brush the fabric of her habit. Evangeline is forced to crane back her neck to meet his eyes as she addresses him.

“My name is…” she tries to inject her voice with Sister Agatha’s bravery, “Sister Evangeline of St. Mary’s Convent.”

Dracula smirks down at her and holds out a hand before her tear streaked face. Evangeline stares at it for a moment, the long, elegant fingers tipped with wickedly sharp points. Drawing in a shaky breath she reaches up and places her small hand in his. She half expects him to crush her hand in a bruising grip, but he merely tightens his hold gently and assists her in getting to her feet.

“Evangeline,” he stretches out the syllables on his tongue, “I’ll give you the same offer I gave the others: Who would you rather have tear you apart, darling? The wolves? Or me?”

His hand on hers effectively holds her in place as the wolves circle them, baring their teeth and growling low in their throats. Evangeline’s eyes flick wildly back and forth, dancing between the genteel murderer before her and the hungry wolves all around. One of the wolves lunges forward and snags the edge of her habit in his powerful jaws, tugging the material and starting to pull Evangeline away.

“No!” she screams, reaching out her hands to clutch at the vampire’s sleeves. “No, no, please, not the wolves.”

Dracula’s face lights with pleasure and he dismisses the wolf pack with a wave of his hand. The animals slink out of the chapel leaving Evangeline alone with the monster. He steps into her personal space, gathering her up in his arms and holding her to his chest in a parody of a lover’s embrace.

He bends his head forward to whisper into her ear, lips brushing sensuously against her skin, “I hoped you’d choose me, Evangeline. I knew there was something special about you.”

Evangeline quakes, her knees grow weak and she sags bonelessly into his arms.

“P-Please, Count Dracula,” she hisses, all thoughts of brave martyrdom fleeing her head. “Spare me.”

Dracula rolls his eyes at her and scoffs, “Don’t be boring, Evangeline. I can stomach a lot of things but not boring.”

She watches, wide-eyed as he raises a hand and softly unfastens the neck piece from her garment. The cowl and veil fall to the ground allowing soft waves of auburn hair to spill over her shoulders.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his eyes drawn to the hollow of her throat, the flesh pulsing with the erratic rush of blood beneath the surface. “Now, I’ll need you to try to calm yourself, Evangeline. Panic tends to sour the taste…”

He draws her closer into his arms all the while Evangeline is looking round for a means of escape. She struggles in his grip but Dracula puts a stop to that with a bruising squeeze of her upper arms and and a sharp hiss of annoyance. She hears the wolves in the courtyard echo him with their mournful howls and knows in her bones that there is no escape. No hope. She stills then, eyes shutting against tears.

Dracula leans back and unclasps the cape from around his neck, spreading the billowing cloth onto the cold flagstone floor as a makeshift blanket.

“Come, now,” he beckons, sitting down on the rich velvet lining of the cloak. “Sit with me for a while.”

Evangeline kneels down next to him on the cloth, relieved not to have to support herself on weak knees any longer. Even sitting down the Count looms over her. She looks up into his face and…simply waits. She is completely under his power and his earlier words have made her afraid even to beg for mercy. The Count brings a hand up to her face cupping her cheek and running his fingertips across her lips, over her chin and settling around the base of her neck. He feels her pulse raging under his touch as he begins to speak.

“It won’t hurt. I’ll make it like falling asleep into the loveliest dream. Won’t that be nice?” he soothes, gently rubbing his fingers against her pulse point, holding her wide-eyed stare. “I’ll hold you in my arms, place a kiss on that lovely throat, and then you’ll be gone from here. No pain. No fear.”

Evangeline’s pulse still thunders under his fingers and her breathing is erratic. With a sigh Dracula places a hand on her chest and gently pushes her back until she’s lying on the cape.

“Well,” he says, propping himself up on an elbow to lean over her, “I have a little bit of time. No need to rush.”

He slides his palm over the fabric of her habit, dragging it over her breasts, her waist and settling on her hip where he kneads the flesh with a possessive touch. He bends forward and brushes his lips over hers in a slow, tender kiss. Evangeline’s breath catches in her throat, her thoughts stuttering to a halt as he continues the kiss, stroking her plump lower lip with his tongue, probing inside her mouth. He buries a hand in her hair, tangling in the soft locks as he gives her her first…her last kiss.

“There, now,” he mutters into her lips. “See how nice it can be, Evangeline? We can’t let you die a virgin, can we?”

With this last question he starts hiking up the skirt of her habit and bunching it round her hips. Evangeline feels a flash of alarm that lasts a second before he’s reaching underneath and cupping her sex in the palm of his hand. She gasps at the intrusion, at his bold, confident touch. It sends a thrilling shock wave through her body and she feels herself arch involuntarily into his touch for a second before recalling herself and shrinking back slightly.

The Count is relentless in his ministrations, though. He strokes his long, elegant fingers against her through the fabric of her drawers, pressing the heel of his palm into her sensitive mound in a rhythmic motion, kindling a sweet ache inside her that pulses and stutters. She pants and moans, writhing under his fingers and looking up at him in a look that mingles arousal, awe and horror. Dracula smiles down at her, reveling in the nun’s undoing.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises as he snakes his hand up and under the waist of her drawers, delving into the wet apex of her thighs. “Do you want more, Evangeline?”

He pauses and lets his fingers hover over her hypersensitive flesh awaiting her response. Evangeline turns her face away, staring up at the crucifix on the wall and gasping in frustrated pleasure. She wants more. God save her.

“Yes,” she whispers, eyes still trained on the image of her Savior, witness to her sin.

Dracula grasps her chin in his fingers and turns her to face him, his eyes blazing with intensity, “Tell me.”

Evangeline’s cheeks flush a bright crimson of humiliation and shame as she says the word more firmly, “Yes.”

The vampire’s lips spread in a wicked smile and he caresses her face almost lovingly, “You really are something special, Evangeline.”

He places a soft kiss on her lips and then slithers down her body, disappearing beneath the folds of her habit. Evangeline’s eyes widen and her mouth falls open when she feels him slide off her drawers and press his mouth against her. He licks, kisses and strokes her in her most intimate place. The slip of his tongue against the tender bundle of nerves at her apex causes her to buck in shock and pleasure and she’s mortified to find that she’s reached down to run her fingers through his thick, black hair, holding his mouth in place against her and urging him to continue with his kisses until she feels the waves of pleasure within her quiver and suddenly peak.

As the nun shivers through her orgasm, Dracula sinks his fangs into the inside of her thigh, tapping the femoral artery and gorging on the rich blood that floods his mouth. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her still as he feasts. He tastes the wanton pleasure coursing through her veins, the sweet tang of wonder at the new feelings inside her, and the hollow echo of shame she experiences at breaking her vows. He takes it all in, drinking her soul and stealing her essence. The tension in her body ebbs as the orgasm passes and the blood loss starts to weaken her. Dracula pulls back, his mouth splashed with the bright red stain of blood, and crawls up her body.

Evangeline’s eyes are closed and her head is thrown back, a soft smile on her lips. She looks utterly debauched and…perfect. Dracula bends down and captures her lips in a slow kiss, forcing the taste of her own blood into her mouth.

“Are you ready now, Evangeline?” he asks, brushing his lips over hers as he speaks. He runs his fingers through her hair in a touch that’s gentle and almost comforting. His eyes are soft, a mockery of sympathy and caring as he looks down at her.

Evangeline looks back at him, still fuzzy in the aftermath of pleasure and nods her head slowly. She’s ready. Ready for what, again?

Dracula shifts his body until he’s hovering over her, his hips aligned with hers and his face tucked into the crook of her neck. He reaches down to free his straining cock and she feels the press of him against her, the stretch and sudden fullness as he pushes forward, the echo of a stinging pain as his fangs pierce the skin of her throat. And then she’s lost again on waves of bliss.

Dracula writhes over the nun’s form, lost in his lustful frenzy and pounding her ruthlessly as his teeth tear into her neck. He’s under a spell, overwhelmed by the eroticism of her hot, pulsing blood flowing over his tongue as he sheaths himself in her tight little cunt. He reaches his hands down to cup her buttocks, kneading the soft, round flesh with his razor sharp claws.

Evangeline is far away. She’s conscious of the pleasure of the vampire’s kiss and the blissful burn of surrender as he takes her virginity. But she’s dreaming too. Dreaming of the fields in springtime. The yellow flowers and the big, fat bees that spin lazily in the air. Dreaming of her father’s house, he’s still alive and they are so happy. The images are conjured, injected with the vampire’s venom, but they are beautiful and comforting. She clings to them as the images begin to blur and the colors bleed together. Her body feels so, so far away now.

Dracula groans in pleasure as he releases her from his “kiss.” He arches back and spills his seed inside her, coming with a final, ferocious thrust of his hips. His little nun is barely conscious and whimpering in her sweet slumber. He carefully pulls out, tucking himself back into his trousers and sitting back to regard her little body. Not yet a corpse. Still enough life left in her…

He stands and wraps the girl in the rich red and black fabric of his cloak, picking her up and cradling her to his chest.

“Sweet little nun,” he whispers into her hair as he places a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to make you last.”

#dracula x ofc #dracula x oc #dracula imagine #dracula fanfic #bbc dracula #dracula netflix #dracula 2020 #tw: noncon #tw: murder #claes bang #chelsfic

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lnicol1990 · 7 years

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BatIM - Toon Logic

Okay, I thought I’d post my Bendy and the Ink Machine stories from DeviantArt on here. These are from @squigglydigglydoo‘s Toon Henry AU, all of which she has read. Obviously, these first few stories are technically nothing new, but I hope people enjoy them regardless.

“Come on, Henry, you can do it!” Boris and Alice called from the other side of the room, cheering on their creator.

Said creator closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They had told him that this should be easy, and he should have no trouble with it. Of course they would say that; they’d been created as toons, this would be as easy as breathing for them.

Breathing out slowly, Henry reached round the back of himself and grasped at… nothing. He flexed his hand a little and moved it around slightly, fishing for anything to be there. But, just like the last dozen times he’d tried, there was nothing there.

“I can’t do it,” Henry shook his head and retracted his arm from behind his back. He shrugged at his two creations before huffing in defeat. “I can’t find anything. I guess I just don’t have my own Hammerspace since I’m not a real toon.”

The toons looked at each other with thoughtful looks on their faces, each clearly wondering how to progress from this latest setback.

It had been their idea to try and get Henry to find his own pocket of Hammerspace; every toon should have one, after all. They had all accepted that it probably wouldn’t be a very big pocket, as he wasn’t the main character of their show, but he should have had something. That he wasn’t able to find anything was… concerning.

“Maybe you’re thinking too much into it?” Boris offered weakly as an explanation. “I know you’re from the real world, but cartoons are much more flexible with their rules. Maybe you can find it if you don’t really think about it?”

“How can I find something if I’m not thinking of finding it?” Henry replied dryly. He winced when he saw the wolf toon flinch at his words, and sighed. “I’m sorry, Boris. I know you’re trying to help, but I just can’t find anything.”

“Well, what are you trying to find?” Alice asked. When Henry gave her a blank look, she realised what the problem was. “If you’re going to go reaching into Hammerspace, you need to have an item in mind. It can be anything, like… a harp.”

The angel reached behind herself and pulled out a full sized, standing harp. She rested it against her shoulder and played a few notes, proving the instrument was in tune, before stashing it away behind her. She smiled at Henry, arms open wide as if to show him how easy it was.

“Yeah!” Boris agreed, catching on to what Alice was talking about. “Or, you could choose a great big mallet!”

“I don’t need to see that one, Boris!” Henry yelped, his hands outstretched towards the toon in panic.

He knew it was a staple part of cartoon gags, but having seen Bendy annihilate Sammy Lawrence with one… well, it made him a lot more wary around oversized toon weapons. And the fact that they seemed unaware of how much damage those things caused non-toons made him even more nervous around them. Well, it seemed like Bendy had learnt to be more careful with him.

Small mercies.

“Give it a try, Henry,” Alice encouraged. “Think of something small, and try and pull it out.”

The animator gave his creation a wry smile, knowing that neither of the toons would give up until he’d accessed Hammerspace or they’d exhausted all methods. He took a moment to think of an item, something small enough that it wouldn’t offend his real-world-rule sensibilities. He thought of all the things he usually kept on him, maybe in a back trouser pocket: his wallet, keys… or a pen.

Focusing on what he wanted, Henry reached behind himself again, looking for his Hammerspace and a pen. At first, he couldn’t feel anything besides empty air, but then, just as he was about to give up, he felt something near his palm. Surprisingly excited, he grabbed the item and held it tightly as he drew his hand out from behind him. Curious as to what he’d managed to claim from the elusive pocket dimension, he opened his fist to look at it.

It was a pen, just like he’d wanted. It looked like an old style drawing pen, similar to the ones he used to use before leaving the studio and being drafted. After taking it apart, he was delighted to see that it even had a full ink cartridge. He put the pen back together and looked up to his toon creations.

The pair of them looked absolutely ecstatic; Boris had his characteristic big grin that distorted his muzzle, while Alice was positively glowing with joy for the old animator. They both jumped with glee and clapped enthusiastically at him, rushing forward to see the simple pen he’d conjured.

“Can you do anything with it?” Boris enquired, cocking his head to a side as he looked at the item. He flicked his gaze up to Henry, who was frowning in confusion. “I mean, it’s a cartoon pen, right? Could you draw something and it came to life, or something?”

“I don’t think we need anything else alive in here, Boris. And that’s probably out of my abilities in here,” Henry mused, bringing the pen up to eyelevel. He hummed thoughtfully. “Although, maybe I can do something else.”

Boris and Alice both stared at Henry in confusion as he told them to stay put while he tried something, and disappeared out of the room they’d hidden in. They passed worried glances at each other, but did as they were told.

Henry knew what he was doing.

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“This is either the dumbest idea I’ve ever had… or the most brilliant,” Henry muttered to himself, stiffly rising up from the floor and admired his work.

It was a drawing on the floorboards, and it looked like a hole that would cause someone to fall two floors. He’d even drawn in an ink puddle at the bottom to cushion the landing. He’d looked at it from all angles, and it looked okay to him, but…

He wasn’t the one it needed to trick.

Taking a deep breath in, and putting his courage to its sticking point, he strolled away from his inked masterpiece to the end of the hallway. When he arrived at the T-junction, he checked both sides and was relieved to see both were empty, although it made what he was about to do a lot harder. He exhaled calmly before taking another large gulp of air.

“I’m the Dancing Demon; watch me twirl, and hop, and spin!” Henry sang out as loudly as he could, his voice cracking slightly during the second line.

There was no response, just sheer, oppressive silence. Henry kept glancing from side to side, waiting for someone, or something, to see what all the noise was all about. He even peeked behind him, in case anything had snuck up him. But, there was nothing, not a sight or sound out of place for the abandoned workshop.

Was he going to have to sing the whole thing? He really hoped not. Thirty years later and that song was still an insufferable earworm, everyone in the studio had hated it by the time the episode aired… which was why he’d picked it. Grimacing, Henry resigned himself to the fact that he would have to sing the whole song –not to mention having it looping in his head for the next hour– and belted out the first two lines again.

“I’m quick to give a smile; you should see my happy grin!”

The next two lines echoed down the hall to his left and Henry turned to see Bendy emerge from another hallway. The toon’s face fell as he seemed to realise that he’d almost fallen into the musical number. He turned sharply towards the old animator, a look of outrage on his face that was almost off-model for the toon.

“I hate that song,” Bendy growled at Henry, his hands clenching into fists. “That’s going to be stuck in my head for the next day!”

Oh… even Bendy hated that song. Everyone else’s distain for it must have rubbed off on the little devil darling.

It was an interesting discovery, but one Henry would have to process later. The old animator ducked back into his own hall and bolted as quickly and loudly as possible back to his trap. It was at this point that he couldn’t help but feel that he should have tested his idea on Alice or Boris first, but–

“Oh, you are not just going to put that song in my head and check out of here, old man!” Bendy’s enraged voice echoed from behind him, urging him onwards.

–it was far too late for second thoughts.

He realised a second too late that he’d ran past his drawing, and skidded to a halt. He forced himself to turn around and walk back to it, which was a lot harder when he saw Bendy tearing down the hall after him. As the little devil got closer, Henry noticed that he’d angered that toon so much that his eyes were completely off-model.

He was having serious doubts over his plan.

Thankfully, Bendy was composed enough to notice that his creator had stopped running and had slowed his own pace, slowing even further when the old man began walking back to him. As they reached a few paces of each other, they stopped. Bendy’s eyes had returned to their normal look, though the toon was regarding him with open suspicion.

“Okay, old man, what’s the deal here?” Bendy demanded after a few moments of silence between the two of them.

“I wanted to test a few things out with you,” Henry answered honestly, making the toon look at him with genuine curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, the old man reached behind him and grabbed hold of the artist’s pen he’d been using and pulled it out of Hammerspace, relief flooding him with the ease he’d managed the feat this time. He held it out for Bendy to see, wiggling it slightly so the toon would know it was important, before using it to point at the devil’s feet.

The toon followed the silent instruction obediently and stared at the drop-drawing he was standing on. His eyes dashed all over the drawing, clearly trying to process what Henry was showing him. He looked back up to the animator, to the artist’s pen he’d pulled out of nowhere, and then back to the drawing.

Internally, Henry was screaming. It was taking too long. Bendy wasn’t getting the gag, and wasn’t about to fall through the hole he’d drawn. He should have tried something simpler, like a door that led to somewhere else in the workshop.

He’d gotten cocky over these newfound toon abilities he’d discovered, and was about to get schooled by the expert… probably in the most painful way possible.

Bendy slowly looked up at him, his eyes narrowed, but normal, and a massive smirk was plastered on his face.

“You sneaky old man,” Bendy stated. There almost seemed to be a hint of awe in the toon’s voice as he realised the gag; it was almost like he was giving his approval to Henry’s trick.

At that moment, gravity seemed to latch onto the little demon’s ankles and yanked him down the drawn hole. Henry remained motionless, listening to the sound of a slide whistle that came with such a gag until there was an exaggerated splash. Droplets of ink even escaped from the hole before falling back down. It was only then that Henry rushed forward to observe his handiwork.

Bendy was indeed at least two floors below him, moving his head at inhuman speeds to shake the ink off his head. The demon was still for a moment before looking up and meeting Henry’s eyes. After a few seconds of staring at each other, the little devil started laughing. It was the freest sound Henry had heard since he’d been stuck in the cartoonified workshop; it was how Bendy was meant to sound, on-model and on-character.

“This… This is cheating, Henry!” Bendy yelled as his giggles began to subside. “You’re cheating! You’re not meant to do toon stuff! This– This is– This makes this so– so much– so much more fun!”

Taking that as his cue to leave, Henry ran as fast as he could from the trapped toon and back to Boris and Alice. He forced his feet to move faster as a fresh bout of cackling echoed out of the hole, eager to get away from the demon.

Well, at least now he knew that he could use a limited amount of toon logic, which may help him out in the future. Although, he was determined to use it as a last resort from now on.

There was no need to antagonise the little devil darling any more than he had done.

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #squigglydigglydoo #toon henry au #fanfic

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oneofmanyambassadorsofchrist · 7 years

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DO THE DEMONS KNOW YOUR NAME?

I can’t breathe. My throat is constricted like hands grasped around my neck. I can’t move. What’s holding me down? I can’t see. Heavy darkness surrounds me. I can’t speak. I’m yelling and nothing is coming out because the hands are too strong around my throat. “In….the….name….of….Jesus…” I try to scream out but there’s no voice. I try again. Again. Silence. Suffocation. “BRETT!” I try instead, forcing my arm to try and hit it him as I lie paralyzed in bed. Finally after fighting, I feel him. He moves but rolls over. Then I’m released. I sit up exhausted. Confused. I lie back down and fall asleep. Yes, this happened to me one night last year. When I woke up in the morning, I asked Brett if he felt me grab him. He said no. I told a close friend of my experience and she said it was similar to what she experienced in her life from her past: demonic physical oppression. The next night, Brett and I prayed over our bedroom asking God to remove any spiritual darkness and protect us. However, for whatever reason it happened to Brett. I woke up to him screaming, “Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” over and over again, which released the demon’s hold on him. Prior to the oppression, Brett was dreaming about the calling God has given him to be a missionary who makes movies. Some people may read this and be skeptical or think it was just a dream. Or wonder why we would be spiritually oppressed like this. It was real, and here is why. Let me start from the beginning. Brett became very active on Facebook at the beginning of 2016 using it as an avenue to share the gospel and minister to people. Brett led a girl to Jesus, whose powerful transformation by the Spirit was a domino affect to leading others to accepting Jesus into their life as well. However, this new daughter of God had a horrific past of abuse, and specifically to this topic, demonic oppression. Let’s just say, Satan was not happy that he was losing more and more people from his grasp as they were found by the Savior. And if Satan can’t have our souls, he will try to ruin us in any way possible by distracting us from our mission on this earth and forgetting that he is the real enemy. He causes as much confusion and disunity among believers as he possible can to deter us from our calling and winning more souls for Jesus. Facebook can be a great tool for Christians to use to share the gospel; however, more often than not Satan is in the background playing his games of destruction. Brett, this girl, and others were being attacked by satanists on Facebook. Yes, you can block and report, but it won’t stop Satan’s work. Then one February night, Brett was messaged by a satanist. Over the course of 2 days, Brett talked to him. He could feel the presence and weight of darkness through his computer screen. He responded with the only thing that has power over the darkness: the Word of God. The man was demon possessed at times throughout their conversations and the Word penetrated making him physically sick and blurring his vision, until Brett told him to cry out to God and ask if He was real. Immediately he was made well. Sadly, he still did not choose Jesus in fear of what his cult would do to him. He ended his conversation with Brett by telling him he failed his mission to distract Brett from serving God. Then the words that I try not to let haunt me, “Just know that the demons now know your name.” Brett and my physical oppression is one evidence from this past year that the demons know our names. The satanist told Brett that since Satan and demons are not omnipresent like God, they do not know every Christian. They know only the ones who are a threat to their mission to keep souls from Jesus. This is not bragging rights; this is the reality that we are in war. This may be changing very soon, but here in America we have not been in war against other people for our faith. Yes, you may get criticized, rejected by a friend, unfriended on Facebook, laughed at, questioned, etc. However, unlike our brothers and sisters over seas, we are not getting tortured, shot, burned, beheaded. It may only be a matter of time, but at least right now, Brett and I are not being thrown in jail or threatened for being missionaries who make movies. No one is stopping us. Except….Satan and his demons. The year of 2016 has been a year of waiting. God has made his mission for us known, yet like David, Joseph, and even Jesus, we must wait for His timing to live it out. And in the wait, Satan has been working behind the scenes trying to distract with sin, plant seeds of fears and insecurities that have grown to paralyzing mountains, discourage us from our calling, doubt who God really says He is and who we are in Christ, destroy relationships….all to hold us back from obeying God even in the wait. Satan is the real enemy. Even for other believers who face persecution from people, Satan is still the enemy behind it all. This sounds pretty discouraging and even haunting, especially since our culture has its own ideas of the spiritual forces around us. My response can be to fear him and be intimidated by him. Honestly, that is has been my initial response and I’m still battling it. And I can tell you by experience, that’s exactly what he wants. It gives him more power; he knows my weaknesses and can shoot his flaming arrows right where my armor his down. He sets up camp in my territory and whispers that lie. That thought of doubt or insecurity. That tempting fruit of desire that if I don’t take captive it will lead to sin. He also likes to give me the club and I beat myself over and over with it while he sits back and enjoys the show. Many times I think I came up with the thought or lie, and because “there is a way that seems right to a man (Proverbs 16:25),” I don’t instantly shove it out. I easily think it could be truth. Where as if I focus that my enemy, the devil, who is prowling around like a lion looking to devour me (1 Peter 5:8), spoke that lie, doubt, tempting desire, it’s easy to fight back! To face him and chase him out of my territory. To speak the truth of God’s Word to shine the light which scatters the darkness (1 John 2:8). Not only do I need to remember that Satan is the enemy, but that people are not the enemy. Even people who do not have the Spirit inside them are not the enemy. They have been blinded by Satan from the truth of Jesus Christ and his saving gift of grace that He offers them (2 Corinthians 4:4). I was once lost and blinded; yet in God’s grace I have been found and forgiven. This past year I have understood the grace of God more than ever before. And because of that, the Spirit has enabled me to show more grace to others and look at them differently, no matter who they are and what they have done. I have been living my life with fuzzy blinders over my eyes. Now, God’s grace, unconditional love, and forgiveness towards me overflows even more to others. Whether it’s someone from a completely different walk of life or someone who has sinned against me, they are never the enemy. I can love with open arms. I can be rejected and know that I’m still a daughter of the King and no one can change that. I can forgive completely when someone has hurt me. Instead Satan wants division, arguing, unforgiveness towards one another. When we see people as the enemy, it is so easy to do this! Someone hurts us or someone we love, and we want to fight back and get revenge. We feel unloved or unwanted by someone who should love or want us, so we start to believe we are unloved and desperately try to find love in the wrong places. Or we stuff down pain from the past and put up a wall from those who do love us, causing bondage rather freedom. We fight over the meaning of a Scripture passage and churches are split into two. Our spouse sins and we add it to the list of wrongs, and even bring it up in a later argument. Our children are acting like little demons (can I get a raised hand!?) and we yell, become impatient, and frustrated that they are not obeying every word we say. We even can struggle to forgive ourselves for hurting the people we love. And Satan loves it. He is the master of disguise. He is not the devil with the red suit and pitchfork. He’s beautiful; he even twisted our minds in our culture to think that beauty is to strive for and without it, you are not worthy. Another deception. So he is weaving himself unnoticed throughout our minds and our relationships, and without realizing it you are believing that you (beating myself with the club example) are the enemy, or your spouse, children, friend, coworker, annoying Facebooker who won’t shut up about the election, the persecutor, yes, even the ISIS leader who has been brainwashed by THE enemy. My friend who is reading this, there is hope. Satan is a wimp. It doesn’t sound like it from what I wrote above. And as I said, I struggle with seeing him for who he really is: a punk with cheap parlor tricks as Brett tells me. But the only way I put him in his rightful place (um…hell), is to look to the One who is on the Throne. When I see Jesus Christ, the King of Kings, in His rightful place, everything changes. I remember that the Spirit of God lives in me! He’s not in a tabernacle where I go worship. He’s not here in flesh and bone like Jesus walked on the earth 2000 years ago. He is here with me. In me. And that blows my mind. That God the Creator, the powerful I AM would come live inside me. I have the same power to defeat Satan and my sin as Jesus had to raise from the dead! I do not live like this every moment of every day. What would my days look like if I did? Satan’s doubts, lies, deceptions, luring temptations would have no place in my mind. Oh but if only it was easy. This is war. It’s a daily battle. Some days the struggle is so real and I feel so weak. I have sat in my shower crying out to God to take the battle away because I don’t want to fight anymore. I have 2 choices in that moment: 1. Allow Satan to stay in my territory, giving in to despair while focusing on my fears, doubts, insecurities, and temptations of sin. Which then paralyzes me and weakens my effectiveness in the mission God has called me on this earth. Causing me to miss out on receiving and giving blessings. Wondering through life without joy or peace. -OR- 2. Ask God to fight for me, to give me the strength I need when I am weak. Take his grace that is sufficient for this day (2 Corinthians 12:9). Give up control. Close my eyes and see Him as John did: “…like a son of man, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.” (Revelation 1:13-16) Then I stand up and be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that I am ready to take my stand against the devil’s schemes. (Ephesians 6:10-11) The best part: we already know who wins the war. And it surely is not Satan. He will be thrown into the lake of fire for all eternity (Revelation 20:10). Meanwhile…. “I saw heaven standing open and there before me was a white horse, whose rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and wages war. His eyes are like blazing fire, and on his head are many crowns. He has a name written on him that no one knows but he himself. He is dressed in a robe dipped in blood, and his name is the Word of God. The armies of heaven were following him, riding on white horses and dressed in fine linen, white and clean. Coming out of his mouth is a sharp sword with which to strike down the nations. “He will rule them with an iron scepter.” He treads the winepress of the fury of the wrath of God Almighty. On his robe and on his thigh he has this name written: king of kings and lord of lords.” (Revelation 19:11-16) This rider called Faithful and True is on my side. I have nothing to fear when I trust the Word of God. What about you? Do you see the war around you? Is the king of kings and lord of lords on your side? If so, are you allowing Satan to devour you or are you standing firm in the strength of the Word of God? Do you think the demons know your name? The battle has been won. The victory is ours. Let’s live with this Truth in mind. (Souce: https://varvelicious.wordpress.com/)

#God #Jesus #Christ #Lord #warfare #scripture #eternal #Christianity

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