𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series

Weeping over the long weekend I have in front of me. Hi, hello.

Have I *rips my entire face off and sets it on the table* Have I told you guys how much I love Cody?

If you see me ripping my hair out over trying to finish my muse page before I start writing, no you don't. But on that note, would you all be comfortable with me continuing threads in new posts over here, or would you rather start new things?

Connall couldn't remember the last time something had actually taken him down. He was a hunter. This was what he'd been doing for centuries. Now, waking up with his mind foggy and an ache at his side, he wondered what he'd gotten himself into by agreeing to be a part of this team. Still, even now, he thought it was better than being beholden to some gang leader. He'd traded one pact for another, but that was what his kind did. At the end of the day, someone had to give the hound something to hunt. Demons were as good a prey as any.

So it could have been worse. He rolled onto his back with a light groan and began pushing himself up onto his elbows. Then Lady was at his side and holding him still. "Sorry," he grumbled, realizing that he'd still been quadrupedal when he'd blacked out. It couldn't have been easy for her to get an oversized hound to safety. "And thanks," sitting up properly, Connall looked down at his bare torso. There was still some black blood around where he'd been gored by the demon. The gashes had almost completely knit themselves back together though. The ache was dull. Bearable. "I'm good. I'm good. Fuck," he huffed as he fell back onto the bed and looked up at Lady, thoroughly impressed with her even as his face remained blank. "How did you even pull that off?"

open to males and females 30+ (m if romantic)

plot; marry ann arkham aka lady, devil may cry inspired. lady has been working with your muse closely hunting down demons and those who wanted to achieve whatever agenda they had using demons as their asset. as a former lieutenant of the darkcom, she has a team people behind her who are scattered all over but do bounty work with her. on one of the missions your muse gets hurt and knocked out and lady saves you. hiding in one of her safe houses, she is taking care of your wounds.

One had to take perfect care of the weapons they use. There was no room for mistake on the field, she has learned that many years ago. Creatures of hell didn't scare her, no - she grew up with a monster in her own home, being her father who she later on put a bullet into. After everything that happened with Darkcom, Lady preferred working alone, but that was hardly ever the case. Dante has been part of her life for many years now, but unlike him she couldn't heal so it took more training, more precision, all the time, to stay sharp and focused.

She was about to finish cleaning one of her guns when they began stirring on the bed and immediately she jumped to her feet to their side. The red and blue-ish eyes immediately scanned over their features, and grabbed onto their shoulders to keep them steady. "Hey, hey, calm down - you're safe now."she hushed and urged them, to not strain too much as they'll need time to heal. "Once again you left me to do all the heavy lifting. Typical of you, really. And you're heavy to drag around, you know? I do work out but damn - you put on some muscle yourself."Lady teased in an attempt to lighten up the mood. "Tell me if you're hurting? I can give you something if so."

Truthfully, Bradley was more horrified by the fact that she'd actually shot someone than the revelation that Dante wasn't entirely human. The gun had been collecting dust in the back of a drawer since she'd inherited her little oddities shop from the previous owner. She'd never had to use it before. She'd never imagined that she would have to. Most of the time, she forgot that it even existed. In all of the time that she'd looked after all of the sacred objects in the shop's walls, she'd never faced a threat, whether human or not. Fear and chaos had triggered instinct and driven the nymph towards it though. She hadn't thought; she'd just pulled the trigger, and now that the air was calming after the confrontation that Dante had come out of victorious, she felt... She felt stupid.

How had she not seen it? Dante always came in asking about things that had power, seeking artifacts that regular people shouldn't be putting their hands on. Once or twice, it would've been a coincidence. Maybe he just had odd taste in decor. More than that? She should have known. Contrary to how she felt, Bradley wasn't stupid. Quite the opposite, really. She should have put the very obvious two and two together to realize that he was something else.

But that was something to tackle later. Because she'd actually shot him. "Oh my god- you- I shot-" she blurted. Dropping the revolver with significantly less care than she should have, the nymph scrambled to her feet and rushed over to Dante. "I'm so sorry! I didn't- I was- are you-" her eyes landed on the bullet hole in his clothes that revealed unmarred flesh. No bullet, no wound even. Still, she had to ask. "Are you alright?"

open to females 30+

plot; dante, devil may cry inspired. half-human, half-demon, twin brother to vergil. devil hunter and paranormal investigator. your muse has known dante for a while now, for whatever reason you see fit. but they don't know his true nature. once a demon attacks happen in her presence, she is left absolutely afraid as dante's devil trigger works and he transforms into a demonic creature. once he is back in his human form, in fear, she shoots him. but that doesn't kill him, of course. she could be aware of the supernatural or not, it's up to you.

"------ That stung."Dante says as he grabbed onto his shoulder and saw blood there. "And you ruined my favorite trench coat, come on. Not cool."the half-demon huffed and looked over at her still holding the gun. "Can a guy just not have a gun pointed in his face every single day? I deserve a break. And a slice of pizza. Bleeding makes me hungry."Dante protested and looked down at his shoulder as it began to heal on it's own, thanks to his demon blood he reacted differently to many things, unlike normal humans or demons. And he healed quickly, and easily. The bullet got pushed out as the wound closed off, only what was left was a hole in his clothes where the bullet went through. "Look --- just put the gun down, yeah? I did save your life, just to remind you. I can explain - or at least try to."Dante shrugged and took a careful step towards her. "Bullets can't kill me, anyway - you're just going to ruin my clothes and it's kind of annoying, really."

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Vikings: Valhalla. Season 3, Episode 8.

@lostwcnderlands said: [ SLOW ] for sender to sensually undress receiver

from: smutty and intimate prompts (accepting)

It wasn't like this was the first time he was going to see her. On the contrary, she knew that Rayan had already seen her. Countless times. With the way she avoided looking at herself as much as she could, he probably knew her body better than she did at this point. Still, he'd only ever seen her one way. He'd only ever seen her online persona intimately. Selene was the one he'd been looking at, charming and confident and so entirely not her. Wasn't that who he wanted, who'd fueled his obsession? Would he be disappointed to finally see Cody herself? And why was the idea that he would so heartbreaking to her?

Fear made her breath tremble as he crouched down and slowly dragged her sweatpants down her legs, lifting one after the other at the knee to pull them away completely. Even just the air hitting her skin made her flinch. There went one piece of her armor. She thought about running. Where would she go though? The apartment was only so big, and he'd already proven that he would chase her. No matter how she tried to hide, he would find her. Always. Her demon, her shadow- there was nowhere she could go where he wouldn't follow. Watching her. Looking at her.

And she'd almost grown accustomed to it since the first night she'd faced him. The weight of his golden gaze almost didn't feel so suffocating now. That wasn't when she was exposed to him though, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut when he rose and took the hem of her shirt with him. The rest of her body complied, her arms lifting as the tee was pulled away, and for just a moment, it didn't catch up to her. The knowledge that she was standing before Rayan in nothing more than her underwear didn't quite process. The mere thought that she was allowing it seemed so impossible that it couldn't be true.

Then her eyes opened. Her stomach turned. Cody instinctively curled in on herself, hugging her body over her bare breasts to hide herself as best she could. "I'm sorry." She choked out. "I just- give me a second." The dhampire swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing. "Should I- do you want me to be her? You- you'll like it more if it's her."

Bradley evolving from a basic antique shop owner when I made her years ago to now basically running her own BPRD/SCP Foundation is immaculate to me.