#Humanoid dragons my beloved

[eligobrrrrr]

To celebrate I found my sketchbook here's a page full of doodles of my beloved Don Dragón

[frolixkav]

[lockerlungs]

They made Ultraman a dilf

[eyestrain-addict]

Debating on whether certified freak Godwyn would have fallen in love with Fortissax immediantly upon seeing his 'humanoid' form (the closest elden ring can come to human that is) or immediately fell in love with him upon seeing him full stop and the humanoid disguise was just a plus.

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F!Dragon Reader x M! Yan Dragon OC

Chaos Incarnate

MINORS DNI

CW: FEM! Reader, reader is a shapeshifting dragon, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, non human anatomy(the guy’s a dragon, of course i’m giving him at least 2 dicks *cough cough* he has 3), reader is virgin, pet names for reader (little queen, ), kidnaped reader, NON CON, cervix fucking, breeding kink, unsafe sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, massive size difference/size kink, predator/prey play, severe violence against reader, dacryphilia, stomach bulge, scaleys(like furries but scaley lol idk if i should warn that but we are dragons), double(triple) penetration, 2 dicks in one hole, public sex, monster fucking i forget the word rn, not proofread whew that’s like my most ever XD ENJOY!<3 potions and magic high fantasy environment. p in v and p in b

Part 1?

You’ve been queen for only a short while. It wasn’t only your birthright, you’ve proven yourself a formidable foe, not to be trifled with on many a battlefield. Your roar has instilled fear in enemy armies, and has rallied your own troops countless times over. You are beloved by your people.

So how did you get into this situation?

A long since (thought to be) dead draconic titan kidnapping you?

The chains are tight around your torso, they’re also enchanted with some magic spell so that you cannot shift into your glorious dragon form. You feel real terror for the first in a long time.

He might eat you… He was known once as the world devourer. You gulp.

He can smell the fear on you, you could in his place, but his smirk gives it away further.

“Little queen,” Even in humanoid form his voice booms off the walls of his cavernous castle. “Why haven’t you had a brood of your own yet? hmm?” His posture is too lax for your own comfort. He inspects you while leaning against the metal bed posts of a massive larger than a standard dragon sized round bed.

“Wh-what!?” You cough and choke on your own spit, what a personal question!! Sure all of dragonkind is wondering why their new queen hasn’t at least taken consorts. “That’s too personal, and quite frankly none of your business.” You defiantly turn your head with a small “hmmpf”

“Oh little queen, that is where you are wrong,” He kicks off of the post, and slowly saunters over to you. He’s completely naked other than a gilded loincloth. You keep your eyes up to the ceiling and away from him. “I haven’t had brood of my own in… Well centuries! since i’ve been asleep and all that.”

Your brows peak, he can’t be going where you think he’s going. His claw traces your jaw and brings your face to his, he gazes upon your lips wantonly. “Please…”

“Oh I love it when you beg already. You’ll be doing plenty of that,” His claw becomes more and more draconic as he shifts it’s form to something much much sharper. You try to sink into the pillar you’re chained to to get away as best you can even though you know it’s no use.

*Slash!*

Your chains clink against the floor loudly. He’s set you free? You look back at him with only one eye opening at a time.

“Your first time should be done properly, right?” His grin is far too toothy for comfort.

“How did you—?” you start panicking now.

He smells the air, his eyes rolling in his head, and hazily coming back to yours as if he’s becoming high from the air.

“Little queen, I am ancient, even if i couldn’t smell it that you haven’t taken a mate or even a consort yet,” He shakes his head in confusion, “You are wearing that sweet innocence on your being. It is in the way you walk, the way you talk and interact with the world around you,”

“I’ve been.. busy, is all…” You look down before, “Wait, you’ve been… Watching me?” your eyes widen.

“Of course. Such a promising mate for me,” His voice is low and resonates in your body, your breathing picks up even more. You can’t help the heat in your core either. “Run away, little queen,” His toothy grin grows inhumanly wider.

You back up, clawing behind you to guide you as you keep your eyes on him, and he slowly stalks after you.

Fuck! fuck! fuck!

His castle bedroom has a window big enough for even him to fly through, it dwarfs you… Just how big is his dragon form?? you transform and start to fly swiftly away. You have to get away!

You hear his transformation behind you, it whips up the wind giving you a jet stream and his cocky roar vibrates the very air around you.

Good gods! What the fuck!?

You have to turn your head back to look, everything in your bones said to look back, even though you knew you shouldn’t, you couldn’t resist, and that pause gave him enough time to pounce upon you midair.

His ginormous claws rake into your scales, and his teeth find your neck, you roar back at him, threatening him, telling him to stop. His growl shakes your throat, your eyes water. He’s going to do it, he’s really going to steal your virginity. A dragon more than twice your size is mounting you!

“Please!” You shout your voice ringing out through serpentine maw. You feel his tentacle like members slipping under your tail, they lay heavily against your holes. Thankfully they feel wet…

“Beg for me, Little Queen!” the dragon’s voice is thunderous, you think that everyone in the world might hear your shame now. Your people certainly will.

“No!”

Two of his cocks wrap around eachother making a thick drill like shape. While his third lines up stiffly to your asshole, the other two start pushing into your vagina. You desperately flap your wings, until he grabs them and pulls hard, you feel your bones snapping, and scream into the sky.

You feel his heads press deeper and deeper, until something within you breaks, and your body convulses, blood spills even between your dragon thighs. You both spin in the air as you hurdle toward the volcanic ground below. His wings flap once and carry you through the air as he slides fully into you, his third entering your ass at the same time.

your pussy stretches to accommodate him, you suddenly feel so full all at once with the air rushing through your nostrils, you might pass out, but his claws around your sides tighten their grasp, waking you up instantly. No…

You will be shown no mercy.

tears fall down your scaled cheeks.

“Beg for me!”

His dicks drag against your walls, even through the whipping wind around you, you can hear the squelching as he fucks you. You don’t realize but he’s flown you both back to his castle, he lands on top of your body with you crashing into the ground cracking stone and sending a shockwave throughout the castle, and shaking the chandeliers above you.

You watch them sway behind him as he roars still inside of you, he cums. completely filling any crevice left. Just when you were about to sigh in relief he gets back to fucking you. Burying his dicks further inside of you, they hadn’t been all the way inside! His maw finds your shoulder and bites down, blood trickles down your arm.

He flips your significantly smaller body over, and presses a clawed hand on your bulging tummy as his dicks continue to pulverize you.

Until he grabs you by your sides and starts to use your body to fuck himself. Your body burns brighter and brighter until you’re convulsing around him and milking more cum from his still hard cocks pouring more semen inside you at the same time.

Milky white rings are building around his bases in both your holes, but he keeps cumming and using your body, he really does want to breed you! you claw the ground and try to get away again, he just pulls back harder, slamming your body back onto his cocks, it feels like he’s breaking into your cervix!

again he cums his cocks pulsing wildly inside of you, his growling is low, and his hips press as hard into you as physically possible. He pulls out after you cum again, and your body shakes violently needing respite.

you remain as silent as possible, and he returns as a human. He casts something at you that forces your body to twist and shrink until your form matches his, your tiny fleshy prison with the aesthetic matching everything that makes you, you. His over eight feet tall stature stands over you, making you, even as queen feel small and weak.

He grabs you, and pops a cork off of something, and forces a glass bottle into your open mouth. You try and shove him off of you, “It’s a health potion,” He laughs.

“As if I care!!” You’re naked and dripping his cum for the gods’ sakes! “I don’t want anything from you!”

“Youre lucky i don’t just eat you, little queen. i need a brood mother only so much.” He throws you onto the gigantic bed as your wounds are completely healed now, he approaches with a smirk. “These forms are so much fun to play in, aren’t they?”

[starmocha]

Why did I let you guys convince me dragon!Sylus AU was a good idea 😔😔😔

I am agonizing over this. I managed to work out a story, but dear god do I want to cry. So far I have...basically a ton of unfinished sloppy scenes, the intro alone is about 2k words, and I still have other scenes I haven't started yet.....

Key themes: Soulmates, Red String of Fate, reincarnation, forbidden love, Sylus @ MC: “ily my beloved, my heart and soul, loml, wifey”, Sylus @ everyone else: “fuck the rest of y’all”, probably sexy time with Sylus nah ok we’ll fuck a dragon i mEAN HE’LL BE A HUMANOID VERSION YOU GET IT RIGHT WE’RE NOT HAVING ACTUAL LITERAL DRAGON DICK 😔, Egg Laying 🙂, just….grossly in love with you Sylus is best Sylus, light angst & smut & fluff ig idk

ANYWAY. This is the only actual completed and coherent scene lol

For context: an erhu is a Chinese instrument (also found in other Asian countries), similar to a fiddle in a sense. Here's an amazing erhu cover of the theme song from the film, House of Flying Daggers. Here's another breathtaking cover from the same performer for the Inuyasha's theme, To Love's End.

You were about to retire for the night, but as you walked down the corridors, you could have sworn you heard music. You paused in your steps, your ears tuning into the sounds. It was distant and faint, but it sounded like someone was playing an erhu. You followed the melancholic melody, down the long corridors, rounding a corner and straight on down the path until you saw at the very end a pavilion overlooking a moonlit lake. You could make out the lone dark figure sitting, recognizing it was Skye. You approached him cautiously, keeping your steps silent. He sat with his back to you, apparently unaware. You could see a teal porcelain bottle of liquor and a filled cup next to him as he lounged lazily, one long leg was stretched out while his other was propped up. Between his legs was an erhu. You followed his movements, watching the bow gliding across the two-stringed instrument with practiced ease. The melody played made your heart ached, evoking a feeling of nostalgia or even déjà vu. Skye appeared to be gazing at the dark night sky, lost in memories. You were startled when he spoke, his tone even, “How long do you plan to stand there?” “How did you know it was me?” You walked closer to him. “I always know when you are near,” he murmured, his words puzzling you, but it seemed Skye had no inclination of elaborating further. He set the instrument aside, and picked up his cup, downing the liquor in seconds. You watched as he poured himself another drink. You knelt next to him. “May I have a drink?” Skye looked momentarily surprised before handing you his cup.

You accepted it gratefully. You politely turned to the side as you drank it slowly. It was strong. Skye drank it like it was water, but for you, you could feel it burning your throat and leaving a bitter aftertaste. You refrained from grimacing and coughing. After composing yourself, you handed the cup back to Skye, seeing his amused smirk. You blushed.

“It’s lonely to drink by yourself,” you explained. You could feel a heat building up inside you, unsure if it was from just that small drink or perhaps from the way Skye observed you. “I suppose,” Skye responded lukewarmly, pouring a new drink for himself. To your astonishment, he gulped it down easily. As he prepared to pour his next cup, you reached out and stopped him. He looked up, his expression unreadable. You felt a little lightheaded. The alcohol was stronger than you had expected. “Skye…” “What is it?” “Do you often drink by yourself?” He smiled, but there was no joy in his expression. He resumed pouring his next cup, saying softly, “The moon is lovely tonight, and the liquor is so sweet.” You looked at him curiously. “They say liquor only tastes sweet when everything else in your life is bitter.” “Is that so?” he asked noncommittally, drinking his next cup. He set the cup down on the floor with a clatter before reaching over to you, grasping your chin, making you gasped in surprise, startled by his sudden action. Skye leaned in close and you smelled the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath. His eyes remained the same, focused and calculating. His expression was neutral, and he still appeared to be sober in spite of how many cups he had drank so far. Even so, you couldn’t help but noticed something in his expression when he looked at you. “Skye…” He tilted his head a little, waiting. “Why do you…” You touched his cheek. “…look so sad?” He paused, startled. He pulled away from you immediately, turning his sight back to the lake. “It is late,” he said coldly, “A young lady should not be alone with a man like this. Go to bed.” You crawled closer to him, settling in between his legs as you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. Skye looked down at you, resigned. He caressed your cheek, his hand felt so cooling on your warm skin. “Already this tipsy from one drink?” he asked softly, amused. There was a soft warmth in his voice again. “It’s stronger than I thought…” You leaned forward, falling into his arms. You yawned softly. You felt so tired all of a sudden. Skye steadied his balance with one hand on the wooden floor while his other arm wrapped around your waist. He smirked as you lay against him. “My lady,” he said, “…wouldn’t this be considered indecent?” You sleepily murmured against his chest, “…You wouldn’t do anything to me…” “You have such trust in me?” he asked, laughing. He pulled your body closer to his. Skye leaned down, inhaling your sweet floral scent. “What if I say it’s taking all of my self-control to not ravage you right now?” You looked up at him, your face feeling even warmer. You wondered if it was because of the alcohol or Skye’s words. You weren’t entirely sure, unable to truly decipher his tone and meaning in your current mindset. You sulked at him. “Don’t tease me…” “Who said I am teasing you?” His face leaned in closer, his lips centimeters from yours. Just the smell of the alcohol from his breath made you dizzy, feeling like you could get even more intoxicated just breathing him in. His lips drew closer to yours, and as he spoke, you felt a chill running down your body, his breathy voice ensnaring you under his spell, his voice reminiscent of another’s: “My beloved.”

[thegnomelord]

Shark

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(WOBSVHDVUH. HOLY MOTHER OF SHARKS. HOW DO YOU WRITE SO GOOD. Gosh you, darn you, daum you. Fuel my god daum brainrot.

Now im thinkin of angst. DONT WRITE IT, I CANNOT HANDLE YOUR WRITING IN ANGST. THIS IS JUST A BRAIN BLURB.

Price is close to death whether it be the ultimte battle between the destruction of all that can die or of a horrid enemy, they have yet to defeat.

Price is alive, but too far to be ever saved. The boys want to summon their captain's ole friend, to say a well had goodbye, maybe even save him. But no books, no scrolls, nor anything etched in stone on the surface depicts them. Nothing.

Price dies knowing hes lived a good life, praying to all the gods that his beloved eldritch dosent destroy the surface he called home.

The only way the poor eldritch finds out, are when Prices ashes are swallowed by the waves.

In every storm, waves tower over the heights of skyscraper, to the point not even those that could fly can cross. Death is quick when it comes to the ocean, like it trying to collect all power it can withhold. Creatures are cruel when it comes to what has killed their gods beloved, relentlessly acttacting what they can. Sharks are rare, to the point their sighting have come near myth or legend. Yet, they will always come come towards any that is draconic for they miss them. Ocean creatures, humanoid or not, would cry with no control, close to fire, dragons or smoke. They grieve. They all grieve.

But, Dragons seem to live longer when close to the waves. Saving them in dire situations when the fall from they sky, wounds healed when submerged in the salty sea. Even if you were pure fire, absolute whole magma. You'd be saftely cradled in any and all water. Water is the safest, the safest they have ever felt in all of their exsistence. They know this feeling, it is old, it is familiar, it is embedded in blood.

For the ocean rembers, it always remembers.)

Okay honestly your brain farts are always so good but. . . But . . . I'm so sorry sharky. This came to before you even wrote your ask and now I have to do it, you're just the sacrificial goat. . .

CW: SFW, angst, made myself cry :/ Got some idea inspo from @heliumknife

John Price doesn't die on a notable day. He doesn't die on the day of reckoning, doesn't die on the day fire rains from the sky and blood muddles your oceans, doesn't die alongside human gods, doesn't die on the day he may meet what made him and hear he was a good man.

John Price dies on a regular Tuesday night.

Not even a blip on the radar.

Having saved the oblivious world yet again he retches a bloodied cough as he stumbles on the beach he'd ended up on. His legs give out, the course sand rubbing his skin when he falls, red blood slowly seeping between the grains. Distantly he can hear his boys calling for him, watching the waves wash onto the shore, the tide too low to reach him; too low for you to sense him.

He can feel Gaz scrambling to stem his bleeding, Soap desperately searching through the first aid kit, Ghost barking on the coms that Price is hit. And as the world begins to grow quiet, the low murmur of waves washing upon the sand filling his ears, washed up amber glittering in his blurring eyes, the scent of seaweed and brine filling his rapidly slowing lungs—

Price smiles — he'll slumber with you soon.

Only when the morning tide comes in do you sense his blood, do you rouse from the depths like lightning, waking from a nightmare to find it has followed you to the waking world.

You're too late.

Like always.

He's so still.

Peaceful — worry lines and wrinkles smoothed out and face relaxed you could delude yourself into thinking he's just sleeping. Oh those dragons with their slumber; he'll grumble when you go to wake him, demanding five more bloody minutes of your attention as if he's the god here. Cling to you like a barnacle and growling like a kitten until you give in and lay down next to him. Give a rumbling purr and laugh at how he got a god wrapped around his finger until you shut him up with a kiss.

But you can't.

Your vessel's eyes keep darting to the blood staining his clothes, the crusted red lines trailing from his lip down his chin, the stillness of his chest, the silence.

They tell you John Price died protecting his team from a brutal foe. John Price died protecting the world. John Price died protecting the very people who in your recent shared memory had been happy to sharpen sticks and melt rock into to steel all in an vain attempt at glory. . .

John Price died a hero.

Your John died.

And you weren't there.

"Hey. . ." You look at Gaz when he speaks, standing on the opposite side of the medical table they've laid his body on. ". . .I know you two were, close." He chokes up, voice rough and nasally, fresh tear tracks staining his cheeks.

You envy him for it. For once you wish you were the ant on a circuit board instead of it's maker, just so you could see the world like they do, mourn like they do — open, visible, showing you cared, showing he wasn't just a toy in your sandbox. That Price was the voice you'd hear when loosening the noose of the rope, the beckoning call beyond the reach of your waves, the one that held that wretched excuse you call a heart.

But you can't.

All your treacherous vessel manages to achieve is a small dip in the corner of your lip. "So were you." Your voice is low and garbled like you're drowning, the rumble of icebergs scraping on the ocean floor filling the silence behind each syllable.

Gaz flinches like he'd been slapped, unable to look at the man he loved as much as you did. "Yeah," His gaze flickers everywhere like fleeing fishes in a reef, "I'm sorry." He blurts out.

"Don't be." You don't look at him, your cold hand reaching out to trace Price's jaw, coarse beard scratching your flesh. "You loved him when I couldn't." A part of you wants to be angry at Gaz for harboring John's affection and attention, that it's not fair for him to be able to mourn when you've known your John long before Athenians and Spartans decided to throw hissy fits in your waters. But you can't call yourself a lover he deserved when you met him so rarely, a blink of the eye for you and a century passes.

"Are you going to kill us now?" Kyle asks, not scared, as if he's expecting it.

It shames you, but you thought about it; of sea life growing gigantic and voracious under your influence, of making the sky weep in your stead, of violent waves rising up and devouring the planet for taking away your world. What's the point of it's existence when the one who made it shine has been snuffed out?

"No," You sigh in resignation. You can't, not while there are still people and places John loved, not while vestiges of him remain. You can't kill what's left of him, protect them like you couldn't do with him.

Gaz tells you they plan to cremate him in line with dragon customs, only to take a step back when you pick your John up to cradle in your arms, his loose wing draping over your shoulder, his head resting on your shoulder, nose buried in your neck as if he's scenting you once again.

"I'll come to collect the rest of you when you pass." You say before disappearing with Price, because if you had to answer Gaz's questions — Why are you taking his body when you weren't even there when he died? Why do you act like you care when you saw him so rarely? Why are you taking him away from Gaz when he was the one who loved Price? What gives you the right? — you would have drowned a country.

Water rushes around him the moment you are back in your element, holding him in a cradle made of your waters like the first time he'd fallen into the ocean so many millennia ago. Water bubbles escape his open mouth as your waves caress and kiss each inch of him, crusted blood muddling the brine around him as you pull him as close to your real body as you can.

Searching.

You can feel his soul once your waters have kissed every inch of his skin, faint yet stubbornly clinging on somewhere in the aether, no doubt giving Death a headache.

You were once a soul too were you not? Just a dead thing too dumb to know it died; somewhere deep beneath the individual writhing sharks and decaying corpses and fossilized bone making up your body resides your original one, nothing but a chunk of rock with the imprint of what you had as a skeleton at the time.

For if Death doesn't come to claim it, a soul won't die until the body's gone. You had slipped past the cracks, grew fat and large on the other souls until Death could no longer touch you without fear of being swallowed whole.

You doubt it would let Price slip through like it had with you, fortunately you put claim on his soul long ago. You swim to the deepest part of the earth where burning geothermal vents spew minerals into freezing cold waters, where you slumber and feed on the souls of the dead.

You curl around him, living and dead bodies parting until Price rests wrapped around the oldest part of you.

Embracing you like he always wanted to.

He waited so long for you.

Now it's your turn to wait. This time you will be there.

And if the oceans above rage for months, if the season long rain floods the streets, if the weather makes it so that in the crushing depths no one can pick out your tears from the ocean brine, all the better.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Dragon/part dragon reader?

You casually take FL to your hoard, something seen as extremely personal and a great honor among dragons, only for him to discover you hoard soft things. The rest of the day is spent cuddling and napping in your hoard, you playing with his fluff while he admires your horns and tail. You snuggle up, purring together as you basically become his little furnace.

Just dumping my thoughts here. Idk I'm tired

-Awakward anon

hhehehehehhe dragons are so much fun they're like big scaly cats :)

unlike your fellow dragons and vishaps, who often spend their time collecting glimmering gemstones and piles of coins, you prefer to fill your little cavern with soft blankets and quilts, various pillows and a few plushies dotting the ground in colorful splotches. it's a bit of a challenge at times, with your ability to control fire and fabric's unfortunate habit of being very, very flammable, but you've still managed to accrue a sizable hoard of soft, comfortable objects for you to nest in. at least you don't have to fight off others of your kind to scrounge a few chunks of crystal- although, you'll admit that even you have a few sparkly trinkets peeking out here and there between the cotton and wool, mostly old chains and glittery rocks you've come across whenever you travel

your tail flicks happily back and forth when you show Foul Legacy your collection, eyes wide and pupils dilated as you await his approval, like any dragon would do for their beloved. Legacy chitters in utter delight making a beeline for a soft, fluffy blanket and carefully kneading his claws against it, curling up with a satisfied trill. you quickly join him, tail wrapping tightly around his body and wings folding against your back- you always preferred your humanoid form for snuggles, it's softer and warm and the perfect size for hugging. Legacy's rumble joins yours as you bump your foreheads together- tomorrow you'll make a nest together, full of comfy cushions and blankets and a few shiny objects for you to cuddle in, side by side, an Abyssal monster and a fierce dragon

[mjrtaurus]

Have you considered the comedy potential? Of Dragon and Robin teaming up to pull on of the biggest pranks in history?

And by that I mean they pretend to be father daughter

Cause like the theory is awesome but it’s so much funnier if the whole thing is just them lying

Dragon (known homosexual) - ah yes this is my daughter who I got from a woman I was in a sexual relationship with

Robin (known shitdisturber) - yes it is I his daughter who was produced through sexual intercourse with my female mother.

The whole thing gets way too out of hand during the two year arc and results in one very angry ex warlord kicking down Dragons door.

You’re right, this is so much funnier.

And people believe it because not only do they look similar enough to pull it off, but Robin’s weirdgirl energy and Dragon’s commit to any and all bits energy just. Click. Right into place. No gaps. Seamless.

I’m on Zou Arc right now and Robin is fucking with everyone like “my god, they’re cannibals”. Meanwhile, if he were there, Dragon- 100% running with her shit-stirring because it’s the funniest thing ever- would have gone “can they really be called cannibals since they’re Mink? Or does the term apply to all sapient humanoid species?” Cut to Usopp screaming because if the leader of the Revs (who’s there for whatever reason) is saying that, then it MUST be true!

Except everyone knows he’s bullshitting because everyone knows- including him- that Robin is bullshitting.

And it just kind of happens one day at the end of a discussion, back in her two year stay on Baltigo. Dragon’s been talking with her a lot, getting to know her, making sure she knows that she’s as welcome and accepted among the RA as she is with the Strawhats. The standard practice of “feed the stray cat so they know you’re a nice human and can be trusted”. You know the one.

Just.

A sip from the drink in her hand, like she’s already concocting more schemes.

“I hope you’ll forgive me, but some have been asking me- indirectly at least- if I’m your daughter. And I’ve been telling a few fibs here and there because of it.”

A twitch at the corner of his mouth, like he’s fighting a grin.

“Interesting… What sort of fibs, for the sake of keeping the story straight?”

Full shit-stirrer to shit-stirrer communication. Except it goes a little too well when Robin has reunited with the Strawhats for a while, and Dragon gets a very livid call from his dear and beloved nicotine addicted reptile. Accusing him of… sleeping with a woman? How rude! How unoriginal!

And that’s how Dragon learns that Robin’s been using her talents for fucking with people in a “good and friendly” manner to routinely put Crocodile through the wringer. Untraceable calls in the middle of the night that have the man feeling like he needs to be locked in a padded cell. Seastone muzzle and straitjacket optional.

The sudden shock of that revelation makes Dragon break, and then he’s cackling and wheezing like a madman until even the snail is concerned for his health.

“Wani, are you really that surprised that she would gaslight you for fun?”

“… Fair point…”

Oh, if Robin wasn’t going to get adopted into his dysfunctional garbage fire of a family before, she definitely is now.

[throwaway-yandere]

𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃:

"–ℌ𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣; 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔟𝔶𝔰𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔢 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩, 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔬𝔰?"

GENSHIN IMPACT

MONDSTADT:

Albedo:

"No." (Professor!Albedo/Student!Reader)

Diluc Ragnvindr:

Dinner With Steaks and Flowers

His Closest Childhood Friend (Soldier, Poet, King)

"O Capo! My Capo!" (debut: chapter 2)

Not Through The Grapevine (yandere!idol event)

I Got Reincarnated As A Server NPC In An Otome Game But A Capture Target Won’t Leave Me Alone 

Kaeya Alberich:

ESTHER (yandere!idol event)

Maid!Merman!Kaeya drabble

"Venti":

Hysteric Humanoid (SAGAU)

LIYUE:

"Zhongli":

Waking Up A Lying Dragon (Bakunawa!Reader)

"If the pedestal is beautiful, then the statue must be even more beautiful."

Xiao:

Wound Dressings (yan!idol event)

Yanfei

Quick yan!fei (lol) brainrot

INAZUMA:

Arataki "Numero Uno" Itto:

Hana Yori Dango (non!yandere itto)

Of Dream A-Dreaming (yandere!idol event)

Kaedehara Kazuha

Flawless

Kamisato Ayato:

Blind Obedience (P2: A Myriad of Fallen Leaves)

Careful, He Bites (P2: Hana Yori Dango) 

Ghost in the Kamisato Estate (minific series)

EDMR (yandere!idol event)

ERROR 401: GONE (Faceless!Ayato)

Faceless Ayato thoughts 1,

The Owner Who Broke The Leash (Chainsaw Man au with Ayato as Makima)

Raiden Ei:

Sunshowers

Thoma:

His Adorable Pen Pal (Soldier, Poet, King)

Shikanoin Heizou

Posteriori (yandere!idol event)

SUMERU:

Alhaitham:

Vision Qualifications

Worksheets 

"O Capo! My Capo!" (Mafia au series)

Alhaitham's Type (yandere!idol event)

Alhaitham selling his soul to a devil!reader brainrot

Dendro NA: 101 (Can be read as VQ’s p2)

Flawless

Cyno:

"O Capo! My Capo!" (Mafia au series)

Alone Together (yandere!idol event)

Dottore:

Click & Drag drabble (feat Cyno)

Classical Conditioning

"Aren't You Supposed To Hate Me?" (yandere!idol event)

Tighnari:

Creative Differences (check "#tag: cd - tighnari" for additional headcanons)

"O Capo! My Capo!!" (Mafia au series)

The Boar Prince/ss (non-yandere secret santa event)

Kaveh:

Paint (non!yandere kaveh, just fluff)

Canvas (drabble)

Flawless

His Version of You

Short boyfriend!kaveh drabble on OCMC/Mafia setting

Wanderer:

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast

Scarborough Fair/Canticle (Prince au)

Flawless

Drabble: Prince Scara x Farmer

FOUNTAINE:

Neuvillette:

Death Has No Dignity

Wriothesley:

And The Sun Is Silent

SNEZHNAYA/FATUI:

Childe/Tartaglia/Ajax:

His Ice Fishing Buddy (Soldier, Poet, King)

Comfort (drabble)

Pantalone:

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast

OUTLANDERS/KHAENRIAH'NS:

Aether:

Hysteric Humanoid (SAGAU)

Dainsleif, my beloved:

Hysteric Humanoid

Ouroboros, The 8th Capo (OC!MC!)

Estella's Modern!Dain x Reader but I made it yandere lmao (dw it's my irl bestie)

"If You Truly Loved Me, You Should Be Dead" (hitman!dain, my husband.)

Dolce Stil Nuovo

Lumine:

Hysteric Humanoid

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

SOLDIER, POET, KING

"What if Varka's cousin found 3 different secret admirers?"

"Someone like that getting admirers? As if."

Parts:

His Ice Fishing Buddy, His Adorable Pen Pal, His Closest Childhood Friend

HYSTERIC HUMANOID

"Even today, don't give up on a human heart; claim it even if it hurts." - ALKALOID

A SAGAU fic where The Creator had turned into an amnesiac who believed they're a mere impostor with a knack for gravity manipulation and not much else. And it appears that both Lumine and Dainsleif would stop at nothing to get you on their side.

Chapters, Side Stories & Their Main Focus Characters:

♦ Prologue: The Longest Devout Believers - Dainsleif, Lumine, Venti, and Kaeya

♦ Chapter 1: 500 Year Long Identity Crisis - Baizhu, Dainsleif, Lumine

♦ Drabble 1: How would they celebrate your birthday/The Creator's anniversary? - Dainsleif, Lumine, Baizhu, Venti, Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayaka

♦ Chapter 2: A Contract Long Overdue (WIP) - Zhongli, Dainsleif, Kaeya

"O CAPO! MY CAPO!"

Set in visionless 1920s Teyvat, three inconspicuous yet significant men began to spy on the Fatui's 8th Capo: (Y/n) (L/n). The story begins when the Innamorati Familia's headquarters burns down and in a twist of fate, to say that you've been dealt with an awful hand would be the understatement of the decade. Can you survive– most importantly– can you make the right choices? ((Welcome to the interactive mafia au fic! Have fun voting on the polls!!!))

Otome Game Main Love Interests:

Inquisitor Cyno, Informant Tighnari, Underboss Alhaitham, (CURRENTLY LOCKED: Church Architect Kaveh)

Secret Routes:

Visconti Diluc, "Venti" (LOCKED), ??? (LOCKED), ???, ???, ???

Chapters:

1: "O Capo! My Capo!"

2: The Capo's Soliloquy 

Bad End 1: "You're Collei's Friend, After All!"

3: The Fox Hunt (Tuqburni)

BRAND NEW ARCHON (Chapter 1-3 animatic)

Short bf!Kaveh drabble (not "canon)

"My Beloved Producer..." (GENSHIN IDOL AU)

Masterlist

NOTE: CHECK YOUR COMMUNITY LABEL SETTINGS AND TURN OFF FILTERS IF THE MASTERLIST LINK WON'T WORK. Tumblr must've thought I wrote something explicit (in a masterlist???) and tagged it as mature :///

Flawless

Aka: my last fanfic featuring Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Kazuha. A fanfic-game with 4 branching endings.

Premise: You're stuck in a killing game inside your dream school. It started with 16 students– and now you're left with only 6 of them. Senior Faruzan was murdered. Who is the culprit among these 5 people?

Link

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

BLUE LIONS:

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd: (my fave fictional man of all time)

Saudade

ps: he's your underboss in "O Capo! My Capo!" lol

BLACK EAGLES:

(coming soon...)

GOLDEN DEER:

(coming soon...)

GARREG MACH MONASTERY:

(coming soon...)

HONKAI: STAR RAIL

ASTRAL EXPRESS:

(coming soon...)

JARILO VI:

Gepard Landau

What Happened At 10:10 (has 2 endings. Won't link it, reach the end of the story in your own way.)

XIANZHOU LUOFU:

Jing Yuan

Misaligned Strings (non-yandere, pure fluff & angst)

IPC

Dr. Veritas Ratio

His Version of You

PENACONY

Sunday

Cannibal!Sunday HCs

"ℑ'𝔡 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔬��𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡."

"𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡. 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔩."

[meancaroline]

Monster Romance Masterlist:

Riding The Headless Horseman, by Molly Likovich (Headless Horseman/Dullahan)

The Dragon’s Bride, by Katee Robert (Dragon Humanoid)

The Kraken’s Sacrifice, by Katee Robert (Kraken Humanoid)

Hollow: A Trick And A Treat For All Hallow's Eve, by C.M. Nascosta (Headless Horseman/Dullahan)

Plowed By The Pumpkin King, by Juno Delight (Plant Humanoid)

Courted By Darkness, by Adrian Blue (Unspecified, maybe an Ogre?)

Full Sack, by Layla Fae (Tanuki)

Oops! My Girlfriend Ate My Uncle!, by S.R. Griffith (Shadow Monster)

Cookies & Milk: A Hucow For Christmas, by X. Callisto (Hucow)

Tinsel & Tentacles, by Kate McDarris (Tentacle Monster Humanoid)

Knotty List, by Taylor Fox (Krampus)

Frosted, by Juno Delight (Fae Adjacent)

The Dragon Marshal’s Treasure, by Zoe Chant (Dragon Shifter)

Stalked by the Kraken, by Lillian Lark (Kraken shifter)

Bride, by Ali Hazelwood (Vampire x Werewolf)

The Sea Witch: A Little Mermaid Retelling (Beloved Villains Book 1), by Rebecca F. Kenney (Mermaid x Mermaid and Mermaid x Human)

Trick or Beast: The Beasts of Blackmoor Book One, by Sarah Spade (Werewolf x Werewolf x Human, Shadow Monster x Human)

[song-writer-melo-wrath]

Silly Game Time: Who are some of your favorite reptile characters? And what do you like about them?

They could be fully a real reptile (snakes, lizards, crocodilians--heck I'll even let you include amphibians like frogs, toads, newts, and salamanders if you want), partially reptile (like naga a partially humans and dragons are partually anything else), humanoid from fantasy or sci-fi (kobolds or silurians, etc.), or something else entirely. All that matters is that they're reptilain or reptoid.

First of all, Summer and Atul my beloved

Such inherently comforting presences for me. Love that they both give great hugs!

Secondly, I have a soft spot for Tiki, specifically her presence in Fire Emblem Awakening.

She makes for a cool callback to previous games, an interesting parallel to a certain other character, and a lovely mentor figure to other manaketes. I'd also put said other character here, but their dragon form is more separate from them than Tiki's is.

Can't make this post without mentioning a fellow goth gay artist, Flick,

[gently hands him an audhd head canon] he's such a mood.

There's also this absolute queen,

I just love her style, the way she's animated and voice acted is so fun, plus she has such a cute backstory.

Ah, and what the heck, I'll put default Dark Urge here.

I know he's plagued by murderous thoughts but also: he a friend.

Honorary mentions: Many frog villagers in Animal Crossing, the Froakie Pokemon line, the Sobble line, the Snivy line, Arbok, the Amaura line, the Bulbasaur line, and Charmander. Oh…and these two!

[digitalheartstrings]

Once upon a time, the kingdom thrived under the guidance of a wise and gentle royal family. Out of nowhere, a terrible dragon appeared. It demanded treasure, gold, jewels. When the royal family refused, it flew into the royal palace and breathed great waves of flame upon the brave knights who came to fight it. The king rose to take the beast on to save his family, and though the two fought for three days and three nights, in the end the beloved king fell. The only member of the royal family to survive was the princess, who the dragon took captive and swept away into the mountains. The dragon created a grand and luxurious place of rest for itself, and then made its one and only demand. The people of the kingdom would send their most beautiful maiden to the mountains once every 100 years. If they failed to do so, the entire nation would go up in flames once more.

At least, that’s the story you were told since you were young.

So you were less than thrilled to learn that you were going to be this year’s centennial sacrifice. Oh sure, for the year leading up to your doom day things were great. They put you up in the palace, covered you in the finest silks and jewels, gave you anything you wanted and fed you the finest food the kingdom had to offer. It was nice, sure, but everything was tainted by the inevitable truth. You were going to get eaten by a dragon.

When the day came you were again adorned with jewels and pure white silks, loaded onto a carriage carried by the most beautiful white horses and carried off to the mountain. Your procession was lined with nearly everyone in the kingdom, all watching you pass like a macabre parade. Children looked up at you with awe and wonder and excited giggling. You tried to smile at them. But you could hardly muster more than a look of pure calm.

Inside you were panicking, trying to think of anything you could do to defend yourself. You had requested long pins in your hair, razor sharp. Your maids brought the pins with looks of understanding sympathy. They didn’t think the pins would pierce a dragon’s hide and frankly neither did you. But you had to do something. Beneath your elegant skirts were good pants for running in, and your shoes lacked heels that would get in the way. Your corset was loose, and you knew how to survive in the woods.

You just had to make enough time to get away.

The closer you got to the mountain, the less confident you became. By the time the carriage doors were opened and you were guided to the stone steps it took all you were not to shake with terror. Music began to play as you took your first steps up. You refused to look back. Refused to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing the full breadth of your fear. After all, you were the brave princess going to face her fate. They were depending on you, and you couldn’t have them knowing you aimed to fail your quest.

You waited for the perfect opening, and never found it. Turns out the stairs to the dragon’s lair were flanked by tall fences, decorative but sharp. There were no breaks, save for the widened opening of the cave, and there would be no running from the cave. Because the dragon was already there.

The creature towered over you, glimmering scales a perfect opalescent white. Her head topped with a crown of horns. Eyes such a deep gold that it seemed like she could weep coins. Teeth each as long as your arm and sharper than your wit. Wings that stretched out to blot the sky and claws that extended like a cat’s as she stretched. She was beautiful. She was terrifying. She was smiling, eager to consume her new treat, creeping forward slowly, body shifting and scales shrinking as she turned into, a smaller dragon. This one near humanoid in form but not quite. She still stood at 12 feet tall, lithe and muscular, her wings folded behind her like the train of a gown. Her long muzzle was still cured into a smile, but her eyes looked… gentler.

“I see it’s finally time for my next bride. Good, I was getting lonely. Come, let me show you our home.” She scooped you up in her arms in one fell swoop, carrying you across the threshold and into a massive cave.

“I am Dahlia, and I am your new wife. How our marriage shall look will be up to you, I’m just happy to not be alone anymore. So this is our living area…” Dahlia set you down in the middle of a great circular cave. A pile of cushions lay in the center, with paintings adorning the walls. There were various statues of both wood and stone scattered through the room, and a beam of sunlight that came from a crack in the roof dancing down over the cushions.

“Marriage? You’re not going to eat me?” You asked, looking at her with clear confusion. 

Dahlia laughed. “Not without permission.”

[morimyth]

Copper Dragon Prism Scarf

A Copper Dragon is a social and inquisitive, intelligent beast that is as likely to talk your ear off in a riddle as it is to TPK you and your friends. These beasts are by no means gentle, but are verbose, and love spending time with curious company.

Embody a dragon's kindred spirit with this Prism Scarf, a dress shawl that is versatile enough for any gender, for almost any occasion. Wear it to your fake partner's parental gathering to convince them of your humanoid status, or to the Inquisitor's Gala where an important witness to your quest is supposedly in attendance. Anywhere you might need an extra boost to you or a beloved party member's social skill, this scarf has the scales to handle anything.

(The Copper Dragon Prism Shawl will not help you intimidate witnesses, wild creatures, other copper dragons, nor persons of interest.)

Use code "PRIDE" for 50% off til the end of June!

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Thank you!

[asideoftrashplease]

i have no idea if this is too niche/weird a ship to you but venti/dvalin is so important to me. tiny archon and his big beautiful dragon 🩵 beloved soulmates! it makes the whole stormterror thing even more angsty! and i love imagining them soaring through the air together

(also its hilarious to imagine literally anyone finding out theyre together and just kinda looking between tiny god and big dragon like 🤔👉👌⁉️❓❓....😰🥴🙂‍↔️🤐)

i just love human x creature relationships

No WAY would it be too weird for me!? I LOVE dvaven both platonic and romantic haha, I'm a shameless multishipper, and even for people who aren't into monsterfuckery, isn't it kinda a huge Chinese fantasy trope that immortal beasts often cultivate humanoid forms?? I mean look at Zhongli and the adepti. We've even seen Ganyu's GINOROUS qilin form in cutscenes and I believe in her friendship 10 namecard. That girl is HUGE in her true form??

Also, look, the sound of CN Venti's voice and how tender it was in the first cutscene when we stumble upon him and Dvalin, when he was like "don't be afraid, I'm back now" will live forever in my brain.

Also, how his voice BREAKS in the CN dub when we summon Dvalin at Starsnatch cliff (I believe that was the place) during the AQ, and he shouts "it's not like that" when Dvalin accuses him of bringing Jean, Diluc, and Traveler to ambush him??? 😭😭😭

When will we see Dvalin and Venti interact again in an event, come ON Hoyo!!!

[marathedemonoverlord]

Okay so like it only took one person to ask but here's My Take on the Demon Forms- Now I don't mind the original forms HOWEVER some of them don't scare me or scream demonic to me.

I mean Mammon looks like a Bondage Slave Leviathan looks like a Twitch Streamer Satan's a Damn Clown Beel looks like a Biker and Belphegor looks like that creepy roommate who doesn't know how to dress themselves and only leaves their room once on a blue moon. It's just not it for me so here's my take.

Now I actually really liked Lucifer's and Asmo's Demon form but I didn't want to exclude them so see this as an alternative form/outfit if you will.

Anyways let's get into it:

Lucifer: Now Lucifer's Demon form I wasn't sure what to do with- Like I said I already really liked the design so I tried to mix that then took inspiration from "Advisors" attire namely Jafar from Aladdin and I wanted to make him look like a Pampered Regal- A Beloved Pet to the Demon Prince and looking the most humanoid since Lucifer's sin is far more proper than something like Gluttony or Wrath- Pride is powerful Pride is refined and Pride gets its victims when the victims assume they're just talking to a distinguished gentleman and forget theyre dealing with an ancient creature. Anyways Lucifers ugliness/age shows in this form and since he's the eldest he stays in his humanoid form since he's usually just sending the others to do his dirty laundry instead of going to attack directly. Pride is above chasing its prey after all it doesn't hunt it claims- and Lucifer doesn't mind sending his brothers to retrieve what he's claimed as his.

Mammon: Now I really loved working on Mammon's and my biggest thing was he looked like a bondage slave- Showing his titties and everything so what I did for him is I referred to some of my favorite video games designs such as Dragon Age and Oblivion and from it I was able to come up with this design. Now Greed is an interesting sin because regardless it will take and take and take even when there's nothing left to give or take again- So for Mammon's design I made him have scars on parts of his wings and form where he's literally mutilated himself to sell for Grimm- Greed is unending after all and unlike Pride it doesn't mind getting its hands dirty for what it wants- Mammon strikes me as the type to bedazzle so his Demon form has studs and shinies always added on while the glow from his limbs represents how he could promise wealth to many while wanting to take it as well. The taking doesn't stop at one thing- Better run before his Greed for MC gets the better of his judgement

Leviathan: Now Leviathan... Ahh I really love him but I struggled with his design so what I did was I tried to imagine the 7 Brothers in a royal court; If Lucifer is the Advisor/Chancellor then Leviathan is the soldier/admiral and so I made his design more warrior oriented as well as aquatic given his tendencies so this combined into Leviathan's attire and as Envy I imagine he's fully water breathing so walking on land is difficult because he's not Hunting in his proper environment (And this also could be due to Envy in of itself being suffocating) but if he's on land he's ready to hunt- Envy isn't refined like Pride or gritty like Greed Envy is slithering- Envy is slippery- And Envy will do anything within its power to get what it wants with the pain edging it into working faster to its goal- If Envy is Hunting you it won't be long before it gets you because unlike the others it's running on a timer and either hatred or desire- This makes for an unrelenting predator who once its got its sights on you it's impossible to lose it

Satan: Now Satan was another design I really enjoyed doing and when doing it I KNEW it was going to be the opposite of Lucifer; If Pride is proper and humanoid then Wrath is wild and animalistic and Wrath is an ugly thing- So I took inspiration from the Abominations and Red Lyrium creatures from Dragon Age but I also mentioned that I believe Satan is nuclear/radioactive and that's because his Wrath is so intense that it literally grows out of him as pure essence and anything that touches it either loses its mind from the anger or literally melts from the intensity. In his Demon form Satan is just as unrelenting as Leviathan; his form is painful as well because Wrath is insatiable- Wrath is a fire that burns and engulfs everything and in this form Satan NEEDS to hurt and kill- His Wrath is intense and I should mention in this form Satan's running on all fours using his horn (which grows the more intense his Wrath is) to ram into people and hunts like an animal. Wrath is wild in its rawest form and like Envy its unrelenting especially since Wrath likes to catch and release- Hunt kill and find something else to destroy and as such if Wrath is targeting you good luck getting it off your back because it won't stop until it gets what it wants or destroys what incurred this Wrath too

Asmodeus: Now I really liked Asmo's design so this was hard but I recall once reading a headcanon that Asmo would jealously take the faces of those he perceived as beautiful and given my take is he's insanely ugly I imagined Asmo works as a face stealer consistently wearing Masks and faces to lure people in. Aside from that Asmodeus was another more humanoid Demon and it sort of relates to Lust translating to desire and people usually desire forms that seem familiar or humanoid- Lust in of itself thrives on others so it must allure but it can also be depraved and animalistic- When you're chasing a high you'll do or say anything for pleasure and as such I wanted Asmos form the represent both the desire of others but the depravity that lust encourages. What's interesting is Lust seems to follow after Envy and Pride in presentability and its focus on claiming what it wants but on a deeper level is Gluttony and Greed in its insatiability and willingness to do anything to chase that high its a mixture of desire it likes to pretend is love

Beelzebub: Now Beels design I liked well enough so when doing his I KNEW I was going to make it monstrous and I have good reason to; Since Beel himself is a terrifying figure despite how nice he is to us now. What we sometimes forget is Beel is the Avatar of Gluttony- Gluttony is monstrous- It combines Wrath's animalistic Tenacity Envy's relentlessness and Greed's wants and all together that makes a horrific combo of desire to engulf but never be full. Beel himself has stated he wanted to eat MC (and not in the fun way he literally would have "cannibalized" MC had they been anyone else) and has eaten and torn apart many for his hunger so his form was made to reflect his strength as the guardian to Lucifer and his animalistic side as he would probably eat anything raw or cooked to satiate his hunger. Which is another thing to note; While Lucifer looks humanoid I have heard of accounts where Beelzebub was the only figure he trusted so as such Beel is sort of Lucifer's attack dog since if Lucifer wants him to retrieve him a victim Beel would do it in a heartbeat and probably sit and wait for Lucifer's permission to have a bite. Gluttony is depraved its unending its monstrous and its horrific and Beels design serves as a reminder which brother would probably go the most unhinged when in this form.

Belphegor: So there's this strange pattern I've noticed wherein when it comes to Belphegor he ends up having a "Mythical Princess" feel to him and I like to supplement that despite disliking him. Aside from that Sloth is on a different field entirely than the other sins; Similar to Pride its humanoid but unlike Pride it doesn't aim to beguile- instead it's out of apathy- Sloth doesn't care- It doesn't crave like Greed Gluttony and Lust it doesn't hunt like Envy and Wrath and it doesn't plot like Pride- Sloth doesn't care about all that... What it cares about is enrapturing; it's far too easy to just provide a nudge to people to fall in its direction it doesn't need to bribe or intimidate its way in, it just is. Sloth comes in a form that is simple its animalistic legs remind you of its inhuman nature but its face and eyes lull you into complacency. Sloth doesn't need to try and that's what makes it while the weakest the most underhanded sin to watch out for.

Okay but there we go that's my take if you want to add anything more to it feel free to but I think I'm done with designs for now ( LOL but I may be back next week you'll never know haha xD )