CW: 18+, nasrdev, drugs, noncon, bondage, gore, snuff 1 Red and orange and yellow. Green and blue. Wide, fuzzy circles of light seemed to sway in his field of vision. Devon watched them dance, fascinated in how they contorted and pulsed, as though respirating at different rates. The fact that they did not keep time…
CW: 18+, nasrdev, noncon, gore Thus the deal was done. The man Francis Michael O’Connol was mortal no more. Uriel wept.Nasreddin grinned, and was gone. * “Deeevvvvvvyyyyyy,” Nasr called out on a long, ascending note, as if calling for a reluctant cat. “Deeee~eeeeevvvy,” he tried again. Silence met Nasr’s call. It hung conspicuously from the…