THE GOSPEL TRUTH && losing the bet.

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
8 months old

physically varies
emotionally hard
mentally easy

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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You see, Oni wasn't exactly experienced with the whole 'you need to fight with your own body' thing. When it came to fighting, he usually left it up to Aloysius, the trickster God enjoying the fighting he got to do. So, when he was expected to fight in this form, of course he had lost. Usually, Oni would have just taken the ass beating and waved it off, but not today.

Not. Fucking. Today.

In fact, he was rather fucking pissed that he had lost. He was pissed that he had gotten so cocky and made a BET with Thea that he wouldn't fall in first. But he did, and he lost the bet. What was the price for the bet? You wouldn't see Oni like this any more.

Oni had been forced into a rather short maids outfit, his long, ivory legs showing for the whole fucking world to see. He was pissed off, evident by his makeup-covered face twisting downwards as he walked out of the Observatory, female NPC's in tow behind him, suffering from giggling fits.

"Shut the fuck up!" Oni snapped towards them, a heavy blush on his face. Fucking Thea.

//human au!

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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[W]isker

[MirrorEdge]

//retro to exile
"You know, this look suits you, Oni." Thea was doing her best to keep the shit-eating grin off her face, and failing miserably, as a hand raised with her phone in it, quickly snapping a photo of the poor boy while she could, to hold over his head later. She was expecting a fist to come flying at her any time now, and was a safe distance away for now. After all, it was her who proposed it, and had picked out the most embarassing outfit she could find on the internet after she had won. "Oh, you have no idea how much I'm enjoying this."

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