#but i dont think imps horns are that long

[bugdogg]

NEET demon/ imp, whatever is more fitting

[morninggmitch]

oh lird. heres my color crew ref line up + height chart ! (measured by top of head, horns, ears, hats, and/or antenna dont count!) click for better quality :3 umm click read more for character profiles if ur interested in that! :>

so my kier and dev designs r actually nether imps!! imps being a lesser kind of demon. kier is from a species of imps called crimson forest imp, and likewise dev is a warped forest imp. I have a lot of notes on the two subspecies of imps and their culture that i will probably have to keep to a different post as it's A Lot (can you tell im so autistic over this.)

boosfer.. you may think hes an angel or hails from the end but its actually a lot more complicated than that! no one really knows where hes from and hes technically considered a shapeshifter and can honestly take whatever form he wants (therefore making any design he is drawn as considered canon!) hes probably some kind of demi god honestly. trickster god type beat

jack and baablu are both enderian! jack being a warped forest enderman (subspecies of enderman that live in warped forests. if that wasnt obvious) and baablu... im not so sure. i know i want him to be from the end but not an enderman. possibly some kind of enderman off shoot like jack ? or rare mutation ? idk. regardless. guys from the end!

bubbo and qndres are both what one may consider "enchanted" individuals. in bubbo's case moreso a curse? depends on how you look at it. he was once a human player who was enchanted in some way to become a slime! but since he is enchanted he has special properties like enhancing potion effects when he drinks them :)

as for qndres, he was never human but there was a time where he was not sentient. a very long time ago he was a stone gargolye enchanted to come to life. he can enter a state of hibernation that lasts hundreds of years and will usually embed himself in a wall or sit in a cave when he does, reverting back to a solid stone. he actually met the rest of the color crew when they were doing a manhunt and found his sleeping form carved into the wall of a spawner dungeon (and accidentally woke him up)

as for fantst vitjok and yello... they are most simply anthropomorphic creatures. fantst an axolotl, vitjok a moth, and yello a coyote. not much else i can say about them!!

hey if you scrolled this far thanks for reading all this :) i have lots of thoughts about the color crew (special interest!) and if u want to talk about them to me please please pleaasseeee do not hesitate i will become so insane.

[ysmirall]

The new episode of Helluva Boss is killing me.

There is so much going on!

Spoilers under the cut.

I long had the suspicion that the demons that life in a ring, always look simular to the sin that rules the ring.

And after the new episode I am almost sure.

Quick example:

In the greed ring we have jester/clown demons that have fools hats and bells, aswell as a wildly variation of skin colours.

The ruler of the ring is Mammon, who looks very clownish aswell.

Then we have the gluttony ring with hellhounds.

The ruler of this ring is Beelzebub, which looks like a mixture of a hellhound and bee/insect.

The ring of envy, filled with all kinds of sea demons like fish, eel or squid looking once.

Ruled by Leviathan. She was first shown in the newest episode and also looks very aquatic.

The wrath ring from were our main character originate from. A ring were imps are at home.

This ring is ruled by Satan who appears to be a dragon. Which is plenty fun if you ask me, because it gives me the impression that imps might aswell be small dragons.

All imps (or most, since some seem to mix with other species) have red skin, striped horns and that non mistakeable dragon tail.

Just like Satan has. Some, like Blitzø for example, have spikes on their spines . Also just like Satan.

The ring of sloth.

Ruled by Belphegor. She appears to be a sheep or a goat.

Though she has no horns and wings like the people of her ring, the simularity is unmistakable.

The only exseption are Asmodeus and Lucifer.

Both dont look like their residents. Though that might be because Lucifer rules the pride ring that is full of sinners, which all look very different. Or maybe because they werent born in his ring, they do not share a simularity to his image.

Ozzie might aswell look so different from his succubi/inccubi because he is clearly shown as a Goetia.

Vivzie made him look more bird like, probaply to show clearly that he is a demon of the Ars Goetia.

I personaly think that adding some feathers here and there to the design of the succubi/inccubi whould have been really nice.

Ofcourse this is just a theorie but I think it could be likely to be canon.

[thiscatiscreepy]

Thinking about. the mechs as Pyre races.

[overplannedbutunnamednpc]

Hey proseman! It's timeline time!! Legacy: 8, 15. Sarril: 6! And then be nice to him with a 7. And did you think you'd ever get an ask from me that didn't have Ecstasy in it. She's your sexy, sexy albatross, bitch. Ecstasy: 4, 12

oh bitch i know you love her dont you worry you’ll get your ecstasy time. dyke looking ass :/

also since i’m answering this 2 years late i’m not doing sarril fksdfhskdj i’m prioritizing my tiefs instead. war is hell (war is my inability to reliably write).

Legacy:

8. The timeline in which they gain everything they want, except the thing they wanted the most.

(TW in this one for fucked-up hell stuff and the pretty much unprovoked goring/murder of a low-tier devil who can’t fight back.)

It’s hot, in the Hells. Even for something like Legacy now is - she’s still changing, and she’s somewhere in between tiefling and devil, that amorphous middle that means she’s still hot. All the time.

Zariel doesn’t really trust her yet, but that’s okay. It turns out that her grandmother is still surprisingly warm, even down here, and Legacy is just as soothed by her talons in her hair now as she ever was up top.

It turns out that there’s still plenty for a devil’s lackey to do, even if they’re not trusted, especially when they still have the same amount of power as they did when they were - alive? on the Material Plane?

Legacy hasn’t figured which she is. “Dead” and “alive” aren’t exactly the same when you’re no longer really where alive people go.

The fact is, it no longer matters to her. When she’s finished transforming - perhaps Zariel’s left hand while Baba is her right - she’s betting she cares even less than she does now.

Anyway, it’s hot. It might be hot for a long, long while. Still, she could have it worse.

Two of the imps - what were their names? - Drogmud and Golvan, or something like that - are bothering one of the lemures. Legacy doesn’t know its name, and she probably never will.

Drogmud and Golvan - okay, that’s definitely isn’t right but it was definitely a D and a G - flit around the mass of flesh that resembles a head, poking sharp fingers into it and drawing blood. They’re giggling, a harmony with its quiet pained moans.

Down here, things are simple. There’s a hierarchy, easy enough to learn and easier still to understand - the ones on the bottom get crushed, the ones on top get power.

Legacy’s on top. She enjoys Zariel’s palace and Baba’s attention (Bheyd in front of Zariel, and Orias everywhere else) and the fact that she’s not being ground under boots.

There’s a dim memory, from up top, of a large tome and the word lemure. The footsoldiers of the Hells, the bottom of the ladders. Dying over and over again in an endless war.

Legacy’s only died once. Twice, arguably. She remembers the terror of it. The cold, the dark. She can’t imagine doing it for eternity, without any letting up, without any hope of promotion, just slow oozing over cracked pavement, babbling gibberish in Infernal. Laughed at by even imps. Bleeding for the bad humor of two devils that don’t ever get much bigger than housecats.

Golvan pokes again, this time getting one of the lemure’s eyes. It makes a truly pitiable sound and finally smacks at the imps that have been bothering it this whole time.

Legacy watches it miss. But that doesn’t matter.

Legacy watches the imps descend upon it like locusts. Teeth and claws turn the lemure to meat, the gibbering mouth of it shrieking in pain, wordless and pleading.

That could have been her, she knows, without Baba. Her horns have started to branch and they’ve started looking bleached, and there’s nubs in her back of growing wings - they itch like hell - but she could have been... that. She’s lucky. She has what she wanted.

The lemure finally gives up, shrieking turning to choking. The imps leave the flesh before it starts to dissolve, bored now that their meal isn’t fighting and complaining. That lemure will, over a few days, rejuvenate wherever its remains are thrown out and be right back to where it was before - bothered by imps, or maybe torn to shreds by demons, later. One of the nameless masses. Never promoted. They could have been the most evil person in the Material Plane or simply have made one too many bad decisions, and they’ll be here forever.

And that could have been her. If she hadn’t stayed with Baba, if she had passed up the power she has now, she’d be the one watching the tiefling see her ripped apart, asking for help and getting none. She wouldn’t be the one watching.

No, this was the right decision. Power is - this is what she wants.

She should get back to Baba.

Legacy kicks the wet flesh as she passes it, and barks to the imps, “Clean up your own messes, or you’ll join them.”

She doesn’t look back to see what they do with it.

15. The timeline in which they let a chance go by.

There’s a lot of noise on the docks at this time of day. This part of Os Kvelya is a little crowded, because the Lower Docks’ streets aren’t quite wide enough for the volume of people they serve. Legacy’s always wondered how deliberate a choice it was, if some city planner ever decided they could go just a little narrower to fit in one more tiny apartment on the block.

Still, even with that noise, there’s an easy way to figure out what is and isn’t normal. The normal noise is like a low drone, occasionally shattered by sharp noise from only a couple feet away as a mom cries out a name to keep her child nearby or a worker gets berated for getting in late. Normal conversation. Normal day in the docks.

What isn’t normal is a scream like that.

A scream like that gets attention, and more importantly, gets Legacy’s attention.

She makes her way to it immediately. With a scream like that, something’s happened, and with a scream like that, there’s something for someone like Legacy to do.

She’s not the first one on the scene, unfortunately. There’s a crying woman - the source of the scream, probably - and a dead body. More than that, there’s a group.

Some albino wolf sniffs at the corpse as - going off the veil and the authoritative shouting Legacy had just heard - a Gravedigger and a city guard start their own investigation.

Legacy pauses. Considering.

Chance lets the world pause, too, to let her decide.

She steps back with the crowd. Bad luck that she wasn’t there first, but she’s not getting involved with a Gravedigger et al.

The world turns on.

Chance takes another path.

Ecstasy:

4. The timeline in which they knew beforehand of something they would have prevented if given the chance.

Raini’s meant to leave today, for the Hells.

Ecstasy isn’t going to let her. She knows better. There’s some... sixth sense she has, who the hell knows where it’s from. Maybe it’s another gift of Asmodeus’, the same way the horns and tail are. Maybe it’s that damned gun, still draping over her shoulders and whispering her own voice in her ear.

Either way, Raini’s meant to leave today.

She’s deeply asleep when Ecstasy sneaks out of bed. Ecstasy’s very good at sneaking, and after a night like last, Raini’s not stirring anytime soon. Maybe that’s the only reason Ecstasy’s doing this.

No, there’s more to it. She knows, somehow. If Raini goes to the Hells, she won’t be coming back. Not dead, but - gone. Ecstasy knows the same way she just knows Infernal.

“Arvest,” she hisses, shaking the bundle belowdeck. “Up, now.”

Arvest, confused but compliant, follows Ecstasy up to the deck, the sun only just starting over the horizon, like it’s considering just going back to bed with everyone else. “What do you need, Captain?”

“I need a Sending,” Ecstasy tells them. “And I need you to mess around with it.”

Arvest blinks slowly. “How?”

“Listen. I need you to send this to Cylthia, okay? And make yourself sound like Raini, or as close as you can.”

Arvest holds up a finger, then fishes out a wire. Ecstasy lets them work. They usually mess with their material components when they need to mess with a spell. They consider it for a second, bending it around and pinching the end of the loop so it’s a little pointed. The ends of the wire get twisted together, then Arvest holds it up. It looks a little like a feather. “What’s the message?”

“Cylthia,” Ecstasy starts.

The feather vibrates a little and almost echoes, Raini’s voice, Cylthia.

“I’m not coming to Hell.” not ... Hell. “I know we talked, but I'm enjoying my retirement. Bring someone from the B team and apologize for me.“ retirement ... team ... apologize ...

Arvest does their thing, then tilts their head. Cylthia responding.

“She’s confused,” they report. “At least, more or less.”

“Send back.”

Arvest holds up the feather again.

“What's confusing? I was clear, I'm not going. Take Dezon or something. Leave without me. I don't want to explain to four more people. Go.”

Arvest goes silent again. “I think she bought it.”

“Okay, good. I don’t think she can cast Sending to check, so. When Raini doesn’t teleport in, they’ll take it as legit.”

Ecstasy avoids Arvest’s questioning, disapproving look. Raini’s not going anywhere. Raini’s going to sleep through their meeting time and teleport to an empty room. By then, the other Motherfuckers will already be in the Hells, and Raini won’t be able to get to them.

She’ll be incensed that Ecstasy didn’t wake her up, and when the story comes up, furious at the lie, but she’ll be here. That’s what matters. That’s all that matters.

12. The timeline in which they had a person in their life when they needed one the most.

Here’s the thing about Ecstasy. She had everyone she needed. Her parents were great, her childhood was fine. She became one of the most feared slash respected ship captains in the world. What does she have to complain about? Where does anyone get off, saying she needs someone?

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just so thirsty, says the voice in her ears. You can’t imagine. She will need a funeral. Isn’t this a small price to pay for the power I give, though? It’s your own fault, you fucking forgot, didn’t you? I get so thirsty, I warned you. Wipe the blood out of your nose. I’ll drink that too, don’t think I won’t. If no one else is around.

Ecstasy considers throwing the gun into the ocean beneath them. But that won’t fix the corpse behind her. It probably won’t stop her making another, either, it’ll just make them harder to kill.

She’ll need another first mate.

“Ecstasy?” comes the voice from behind her.

It’s not- it’s Raini, not- Ecstasy recognizes the voice, anyway. One of the ship passengers not cooling to ambient.

“What?”

You sound angry, says the voice. Sing-song.

“What?” Ecstasy asks again, angrier.

She turns. Raini’s got her hands up. “Excuse me. You’re the one brooding over here.”

Ecstasy glares. For a woman who’s been here a sum total of five times, Raini’s kind of an uppity bitch.

“What,” she repeats.

Raini crosses her arms. “When are you moving her?”

“When I’m ready.”

“She can’t stay on the deck forever. Get someone to bury her. Hell, I’ll do it. I used to be in a temple.”

Ecstasy, despite herself, despite everything in her head right now, is surprised. “You were?”

Raini rolls her eyes. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. Yeah. I’ve got it.”

Ecstasy finally flicks her eyes to the body. The blood probably won’t stain the deck - it’s treated - but. But.

“You need to take care of her,” she finally says.

Weak.

“I’ll bring my coworkers, minus Lent. They’ll take her off.” Ecstasy gets the impression Raini is trying to be nice.

“Bring Zize,” Ecstasy says. “I’m - I don’t want this anymore.”

Coward.

“Alright. Sure. You’re the captain.” Raini looks to her too. “You’re... are you, you know?”

“No,” Ecstasy says. “But thanks.”

[cham-chammity]

BlitzStrike Smut Oneshot ;-;

AHAHHAHA OMG so I saw this amazing drawing of Striker in a swag leather outfit and I am totally about to write a seggs scene of Blitz and Striker off of it ;-; I would share the image but out of respect I know some people dont appreciate their art being sexualized, althooouuugghh I did a quick google search of the outfit items so yall can get a better understanding of what Striker's outfit looks like~~

Aaaaaand so basically I think this made a wonderful smut starter for the two XD enjoy lol enjoy bottom Striker cause we don't have enough of him

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Blitz lazily stumbled through his apartment door, throwing his keys and phone on the counter. He headed straight for the fridge, grabbing himself something cold to drink. A long day of work, and nearly a week since he'd last seen his mate, Striker. As tired as he was, he recieved a text from the imp earlier, making him eager and excited.

Be quick to get home, sugar. I'll be waiting~

Since Striker was out on a hitman job it'd been awhile since the two were able to do anything... physical together. (And yes, almost a week without non-phone sex was a long time for them.)

Blitz took a few chugs of his soda before trashing the can, and took off his shoes and jacket as he headed for the bedroom.

"Striker, I'm home!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Blitz followed the sound of his mates voice through the bedroom and towards their conjoining bathroom. Before he reached for the door knob the door itself opened and Blitz's jaw dropped.

Striker had tight, short black leather shorts on with a fitted black leather jacket. His rock hard abs were exposed to the open air with nothing underneath the jacket, and he had a black o-right choker around his neck.

"I don't get how you wear these all the time," Striker adjusted the choker that was securely tightened around his neck. "I feel like I'm gonna unintentionally choke myself to death--"

Striker's eyes momentarily widened as Blitz aggressively yet subtly pulled Striker close to his face by the ring on the choker. He quickly shifted his expression to a more seductive gaze as Blitz looked him up and down, soaking in the sight of Striker in front of him.

"My hell, babe, you look sexy as fuck," Blitz's breath was hot against Striker's neck. He breathed in a sharp breath as a red finger dragged itself down the side of his face.

"Oh, yeah? Does my new outfit turn you on, sugar?"

"Oh fuck yeah. I might as well fuck you right through those tight shorts of yours."

"Talk about tight~" The two went in for a deep, hard kiss. Their tongues went right for each others mouths as they wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their warm bodies together. Blitz brought a hand down and tightly squeezed Striker's ass, earning a moan against his mouth in response. Never letting go of his grip on the choker, Blitz moved his free hand slowly to the growing buldge at the front of Striker's shorts. He ever so lightly rubbed his crotch. Striker moaned louder and made an attempt to grind up against Blitz's hand, but whined as Blitz pulled away.

"Ah, ah, ah, Stinker. Be patient with me babe."

Striker growled and met his lips with Blitz's again. Blitz led them to their bed, never breaking contact, and sat down as Striker eagerly staddled him.

"No--" Blitz pushed him off and forced him down on his knees. "You're gonna suck my dick like it's the last cock in hell."

Striker's eyes widended. "But Blitz I--" the Envy imp was cut off as Blitz pulled Striker by the choker to his face, yanking harder this time.

"Gag reflex? I know," Blitz gave Striker an evil grin. "Now won't you be a good boy and suck off daddy for me?" Striker tensed under Blitz's grip and narrowed his gaze, but nodded. He watched as Blitz stripped off his shirt and pants with his underwear, his large, patchwork cock springing out. Blitz took Striker by the horns as the paler imp slowly took the full lenghth in his mouth inch by inch. He started bobbing his head, trying to relax his throat as much as possible. Blitz started to thrust, gagging sounds gurgling up in Striker's throat. With that he face-fucked him harder, tightening his grip on Striker's horns as he came closer to cumming.

Striker's throat burned and he desperaely wheezed for air. Giving in he did the signified two taps on Blitz's leg, tapping out of the blow job. Blitz immidiately stopped and gazed down at Striker as he gasped for air and coughed.

"You ok?"

After catching his breath Striker rubbed his throat as he looked up at his mate. "Yeah, yeah. Bit too much for me. You're the blowjob master here," Striker weakly grinned up at Blitz.

"Hah! Well, you got good hands. Why don't you use them, cowboy?" Blitz leaned backed and supported his weight with his arms.

Striker chuckled and shook his head. "As you wish, b--, daddy."

The gruff, aroused voice of Striker's made Blitz squirm as the cowboy wrapped a hand around Blitz's cock and started stroking.

"Mm, yeah buckeroo, you know how it's done," Blitz breathily praised Striker as he started to buck his hips up against Striker's grasp. Eventually Blitz finally had his sweet release, slightly tilting his head back and letting out a deep throat moan. Striker's hand was coated in white as Blitz bucked through his orgasm. Once he finished he bent down and took Striker by the choker again.

"Guess we don't need the lube now we've got my sweet juices to pound your ass."

Striker grinned as he stood up and was finally able to straddle Blitz.

"Ya want me ta bounce on yer dick like I'm ridin' the most furious rodeo-bull in town, bossman?" Striker leaned down and gave Blitz a deep, heated kiss as Blitz ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh fuck yeah, babe. I fucking missed you."

"So did I, darlin'," Striker muttered as he started passionately kissing Blitz again. Blitz slid his hands up Striker's firm torso and slipped his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor.

Striker whined as he started grinding up against Blitz's hips, the tightness and friction making him harder by the second.

"Mm-- Fuck, Blitz I-- I need it--"

"You need what, babe? Tell me what it is and maybe I'll give it to you," Blitz whispered against Striker's neck before licking from the collar bone up his neck.

"Just fuck me! I need it! I need your cock in my ass so bad right now!"

"If you so desperately need it, Stinker,"

Striker sighed in relief as Blitz undid his belt and unzipped the tight shorts.

"What? You went commando?? That's my thing!"

Striker chuckled as Blitz tore his shorts the rest of the way off. Striker sat up taller on his knees, keeping a steady grip on Blitz's shoulders as Blitz spat on an scissored two fingers inside his hole.

"Nngh, ah," Striker painfully moaned as Blitz finger-fucked him. Blitz soon added a third, going deeper but not hitting his sweet spot just yet. Once he felt he was loose enough, Blitz took out his fingers and Striker's hips were guided down on the crimson imp's dick.

The feeling of being filled made Striker hitch his breath in pleasure. He started to rock himself on Blitz's dick, grunting and moaning at the feeling.

Blitz met Striker's thrusts with his own, quickly forming a brutal pace as he tried to aim for Striker's sweet spot.

"Ah! Hah, hah, harder! Harder Blitz pound my ass harder!"

Blitz obliged and placed both of his hands tightly on Striker's hips.

"Right there! Right there, darlin, fuck!"

Keeping the angle Blitz continued to hit Striker's sweet spot dead on. Striker's grip on Blitz tightened. He was close. He found himself grinding his hard-on agaisnt Blitz's stomach. He felt a lenghtly tail wrap around his cock, moaning louder--and more high pitched--as Blitz stroked him with his tail. Blitz had never heard him moan like this before and fuck was it hot.

"C-close! I-I'm so close Blitz! Fu-ck!"

"Striker! I love you! H-holy shit!"

Both imp's visons whited out as they came together. Their hips and lips sloppily met as they rode out their orgasms, the room filled with the sound of their pleasure-filled screams and the squeeking of the bed beneath them.

Panting, Blitz fell on his back as Striker collapsed next to him. Their tails subconsciously intertwined as their heavy breathing slowed. For awhile they sat in silence, the afterglow of their highs washing over them in a sweet bliss. At one point Striker managed to take off the choker, it was way too tight for his taste.

"I love you too," Striker broke the silence as he lovingly gazed at Blitz. Blitz smiled and scooched himself closer to Striker, cuddling up with his mate.

Striker cuddled himself in as well, their bodies respectively intertwining as they ignored the sweaty, sticky mess of their bodies.

"Dear Satan, I've never heard you get vocal like that before."

Striker blushed as he kissed Blitz's forhead. "Well I ain't ever bern fucked like that before,"

Blitz smiled and kissed Striker's chest in return. They sat silently for another few minutes.

"No more week long jobs. It's too long."

"Agreed."

With no other commentary Blitz purred as Striker gently rubbed circles below his spines. Soon enough they passed out, sleeping deeply in their lover's embrace.

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This took my way longer to write than it needed to be it's almost midnight and i have school tomorrow wtf

[elrosil]

(Soundtrack for the story) TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE, CURSING, ILLIDARI CRUDENESS

Elrosil sat leaned up against the wall after a long day of Illidari training, she drank a bottle of water and looked up at the sky, tracing the Black Temple with her light green eyes and looks over to the side at the fellow elves training with her. A man suddenly leaned against the wall next to her, it made a loud thud. She looks over slowly, "The fuck? Oh hey....sup Sinmar?"

The male Sin'dorei, very handsome leaned in a kissed Elrosil on the cheat, "Hey you. So have you put any thought into it?"   "Into what? What demon to hunt for my ritual? Yeah think I know what I want."

"What demon?" he smirks and moves matted by sweat hair from her face.

She looks over slowly to him, "Shivarra."

He looks dumb founded and blinks a few times, "What? You want to go for the same demon as me? El....come on...."

She narrows her brows, "Come on what?" she swats away his hand and studies his eye, "You dont think I can hunt one do you?"

He shakes his head, "Come on Elrosil....your like.....a C class Illidari at best....you spend more time on your back then taking things serious....those arent easy demons to capture....why not go for something more your speed....like...an imp...."

Her mouth hangs open slightly, as she shoves him away from her personal space, "Excuse you....just because you think I dont take myself serious, doesnt mean I dont....you dont know the first thing about me....." she walks over and picks up her warglaive and runs off.

Two more Ilidari join Sinmar, one grabbing a bottle of water and the other looks at him and then points at Elrosil, "Where is she going? Did you piss her off again?"

He looks at his friends, "She is off to get herself killed, she thinks she can hunt a Shivarra for her ritual...."

The other two male Sin'Dorei snort a laugh.

"Yeah what I said...inside....she is off to get herself killed."

Elrosil slaps her warglaives onto her back and shakes her head quite annoyed, "I will show those fucking haters....dont think I am a capable of catching a big ass demon, that little dick prick said hunt an imp, will shove an imp down his throat where he spends the next week shitting a imp tooth enema....fucking Sin'dorei....."

She grumbled and muttered for hours about Sin'dorei not noticing she two was hunted. Shadowmoon always had a darkness to it, but suddenly it was darker than normal, a shadow cast upon her. Elrosil knew it something was behind her. She turns quickly the massive sapphire six armed demon stood behind her, swinging down all six sword clad arms to drive her blades into the feeble elf. Elrosil dipped forward, rolling onto her shoulder between the legs of the demon, grasping a handful of stones, tossing them at the the back of the legs of the demon as came out on the other side.

The Shivarra swings its two upper arms down at Elrosil, falling back and roll out of harms way, swords raked the dirt she just knelt at. Taking a stand she leaps over a nearby stone to get out of the way of the six armed sword smith. She turns to face the demon look face to face, the demon would kill her, she knew it. But she was going to show those other elves, show everyone she could accomplish the greatest of feats. She pushes off the blackened gravel and runs towards the demon, swinging her arms in different directions, maze and razor steel showed only one clear path. Elrosil spring boarding off the rock she just hopped over, she clamped her thighs onto the abdomen of the Shivarra, her leather pants shredded in the fan of blades she had to get through.

Not able to remove her glaives she did the only thing she knew, to take it to the streets, punching her fist in to the packed core of the demon. It felt like punching stone. She grit and grunted as she was relentless on the demon, not stopping, no matter how much her knuckles bleed. The Shivarra cackled, turning her sword, where the flat of it cut into back of Elrosil shirt, like a clothes hanger wields a top, the blade hugged between her shoulder blades. Elrosil hissed in pain as the demon peel the elf from her body.

Dropped to the ground, Elrosil looks up at the demon who could of easily snapped her back. The sneer of pearly fangs as the demons lullaby voice spoke, "You are brave or stupid, I will give you that. Now stand and fight and die with your honor."

Elrosil pushes herself up slowly, blood painting her leather garbs backside. She spits to the side and reaches behind her to remove the glaives. The demon swung with incredible speed, disarming the glaives, the clatter of the metal, heard behind her, Elrosil watched them fly through the air and back at the demon, "How am I to fight you with no weapons? What about honor?"

"You did not seem to need those weapons a moment ago...fight me with that same passion, not with your weapons...."

Elrosil knew she couldn't win this way. She was at a disadvantage. She snarls and had no other choice at the time, she clenches a tight fist and nods, "Very well."

The Shivarra confident she could kill the sole elf she swings down all six blades at the spot that Elrosil stood. Elrosil skips forward, stepping onto the knee of the demon, her left heel driving down into the rib cage, in full swing with a kick flip, claps the top of her right foot into the chin of the Shivarra, landing on the ground with bent knees, grabbing a stone, large enough to be used as a murder weapon, but small enough that her agility was not compromised.

With the slanted hat demon she turns to swing those blades at Elrosil. The stone is lifted up in the air, catching the first sword, pushing into it, Elrosil kicks out her leg into the knee as hard as she could muster, drawing back as the demon staggered forward, swinging the stone to collide with the Shivarra's face as she lowered to Elrosil level. She spins quickly as the demon brought a hooked hand around, in full swing with her stone kissing the side of her face, the stone hammered with a blade, sparks of earthen dust spray into the Illidari in trainings face.

She coughs, using that movement, and escape peel back, taking her rock with her. The sword impales the ground, allowing Elrosil to strike once more. Spinning twice around to get speed as she slams that stone right back into the face of the Shivarra. The demon sputters a glob of fel blood to the ground where they fought and snarls looking back at Elrosil. The demon stood up, striking the ground in front of Elrosil, which she jumped back to avoid, the fours arm lift overhead cleaving downwards to strike her. She lifts her stone to meet all four blades. The sheer force alone cut through the stone, dulling the first set of blades to strike past Elrosil, but the last two clipped into her shoulders.

She howled in pain, looking up as she demon had trapped her in metal. The Shivarra wasted no time and has the other four arms hold Elrosil in place and stand up lifting her in the air to look the elf face to face. She would commend her before killing her. She never fought like this.

"A shame really....you fought different, everyone who fights the Legion, are skilled, trained, disciplined, but you are rare....you fought like a survivor, thrown in this situation, a situation you were never pre...."

Trying to go on with her speech, Elrosil despite her pain head butt the demon, only to get the roaring cackle out of her, "As I said a survivor.....and sadly this is your end...."

"Or yours!" Elrosil snarls as she reaches into her tattered crimson soaked tunic, she never had just glaives, she pulled from the back of her pants two daggers, in such close range, she drove both daggers in the same fashion that the Shivarra attacked and jabbed the daggers into the eye socks of the demon. The demon howled in pain jolting around in a panic, releasing from the swords in Elrosil body, to only have her dig and swirl those daggers deeper into the eyes, removing from the socket and swinging around her arm to strike the demons face a second, third and fourth time, until it fell to the ground, fell back and cradled Elrosil from the fall.

She had won, she would should them now.

What was weeks later, the Illidari in training lined up with Kayn Sunfury before them, as he looks at the lineup, "It would be appear Elrosil is missing, seems her hunt was not successful."

Sinmar shakes his head, "She should of stuck to hunting an imp, she was never skilled enough to take on something so big...."

Kayn's gaze snaps to Sinmar, "She was just as good as all of you, do not judge my trained fighters because you only saw one part of her, if she went to fight a Shivarra, they are formidable demons to fight, anyone one of you could fall to them....."

He silents as the bouncy head of a Shivarra rolled between them, like a bowling ball, the eye sockets were reshaped, the face slightly split and shadow of Illidians horns cast forward, thinking it to be him, the Illidari in training and Kayn quickly bow to there knees to show respect. The sly and snide voice of Elrosil as she said, "You dont have to all bow at once...."

Sinmar looks up in shock, and sees it is Elrosil, her horns glorious, in the form of Illidans, he knelt in shock. The others looking up at the same time, to witness this, Kayn Sunfury proud. Elrosil walks up the steps and stops at Sinmar looking down at him as she snarls, "You will never tell me ever again what I can and cant do....I fucking killed a Shivarra what have you done with you life...." Sinmar started to speak only to have Elrosil spit directly into his mouth, "Thanks needed a garbage can to spit into." She walks past him to take the front of the line for training, "So what we working on today?"

@daily-writing-challenge​

[yellowhearther0]

any unpopular design choices for any of the dsmp?? or ones that you dont see often?? i have a few :]

- MULTIPLE ARMS + EYES RANBOO LESSGOOO

- Tommy's a nether imp (claws, pointy ears, a horn, burn marks :])

- Dream isn't mask-man he's his own species - cant explain it well but imagine all white, floof, sharp teeth + claws :] [might change the design though!!]

- Phil has more than one set of wings!!

- Niki has small wings

- So does jack!! He has small red wings, two very small nubby horns, and he's half robot :]

- Ghostbur wasn't all uwu boy he was fucking terrifying. just :) all the time but in a threatening way

- Tubbo may or may not have a cyborg arm 👀 [since im unsure how i want to portray canon deaths, he either has one or doesn't]

oooooh !!! :O i don’t think abt character design too often so i don’t rlly have proper designs 4 most characters but uhhhh can i say that me keeping tubbo human is an unpopular choice Lmao

also me giving every. single. character. long hair is probably an unpopular choice (usually the long hair caps with like, tommy wilbur technoblade nd like. puffy. with phil nd tubbo occasion)

oh! nd my dream has green hair, which i don’t see super often (specfically my dsmp dream has no face at all but i cant rlly say whether or not thats popular bc i dont see too much dsmp dream art)

[newspecies]

i wanna talk abt my hell creatures so here i am doing that. anyway im gonna talk abt them and then give examples of ocs i have of that type

demons - demons aren’t actually creatures in my story, its a job. demons go into the overworld and make deals with humans in exchange for souls. i only have 2 demon ocs atm, Almoth and Zyrdan. a demon could be any creature, but theyre rarely humans since humans dont really go into hell without dying first.

imps - imps used to be humans!! theyre what happens to humans after they make a deal with a demon. they have 4 defining characteristics: wings, horns, back hooves, and a long tail that ends in some sort of shape. imps make up most of hell’s population. i have a couple imp ocs!! Anistole, Daffodil, Caldwell, 8 Ball, Alik, and ive got a couple more but thats too much to list

fiends - fiends are created when theres a bunch of emotions in one area. so like,, if a ton of people are super sad or angry or happy. there arent very many fiends since it takes a lot to create them and even after that its not like they’ve got any parents to stop them from doing dangerous stuff at a young age. a lot of fiends go looking for young ones they can help raise and protect

devils - aka fallen angels. that name is pretty self explanatory. i dont think i have any ocs or ideas abt them tbh :/ im sure ill come up with something someday but that day is not today

im sure ill come up with more stuff with these but thanks 4 reading all this ily goodbye <3

[cecils-dragons]

what's an imp gijinka? i thought imp was short for imperial, but I dont think that makes sense given the context

Oh yeah, I really need to stop forgetting to give context. Imps are an original species of mine with a not very original name. Most of the characters under the Imp category are Half Imps, which vary greatly in design. I’m gonna go into more detail under the cut.

Imps are a fae related creature with a human like face and furry body with long ears, horns, and tail. They have long necks with thick manes on them. Fur grows all over their body except their face and palms. They have a wide range of colors from natural colors like blond and black to odd ones like blue and grey. Their young are extremely small(about the size of your hand) and develop quickly until young adulthood where they stagnate for a long time. This is a genetic hold over from their past. They can live up to 300 years or more depending on the imp. There are little to no gender defines between and some are even genderless or multi gendered.

 A pure imp is hard to come by due to the fact that they can breed with humans and have become watered down over the ages as seen in the difference between an Imp and the “True Imp” or Wolf Imp. I sadly don’t have an up to date picture of a non half imp but I should make one soon.

Half imps range from looking like humans to looking like full Imps. They are very different in appearance from each other and can get confused for other species or just act as a pure imp. The usual things that show on half imps are horns and tail. Many also develop manes and some body fur. Here are some examples of characters I’ve posted here that are half imps:

And then there’s Wolf Imps. They are rare and few, but are very powerful with magics. Wolf Imps are seen as true imps and are the predecessors of imps, but they exist at the same time due to magic stuff. These creature are large and quadrupedal due to their size. They constantly grow through out their life and can not die of aging. Most tend to be reclusive but those who do not are usually, quite bad as they are just basically walking superiority complexes. Wolf Imps are genderless and reproduce through magical bonds. Those who have been seen are about 12 feet, making them technically young for their type. There is one Wolf Imp of legend called The White Stag that is said to tower over the forests, but they have not been seen for a long time. (there is a cult around them, trying to bring them back into the world) There are three main Wolf Imps in my lore and they are siblings, Maneesh, Yrseo, and Eni(who I still need to make a dragon for). Maneesh and Eni are very prolific and cruel as they see other imps and creatures as lower and feel a need for wolf imps to come back while Yrseo has learned sympathy and is masking himself as a half imp by magic.

Thank you for asking! I love to talk about my creations! Sorry if any of this is muddled, I am not the best at writing even tho I write stories and comics.

[merriway]

Character Traits Crush Stuff

Okay you folks asked for it, here are some things that get me to crush hard on a character

Physical Attributes: Pompadour/Sideburn Combo Multi-Arm Unusual Number of Eyes/Eye Placement (Cyclops, Hand Eyes etc...) Wicked Grin Big n Round or Tall n Lanky Thick Eyebrows Freckles (Spots and/or Stripes too. I like patterns) Object Heads (Kinda picky about this one though) Devil/Imp/Dragon features (Horns, Long Tail, Bat Wings etc) Puppet/Doll/Toy Motifs  Soft Features (Or just looks soft, fluffy, smooth, squishy. Its a texture thing)  Dessert Motif  Jello/Marshmallow/Slime Types Pears Bunny Features Big Snoot or No Snoot Half-Lid Eyes (Sleepy, Angry, Sad, Lovey-Dovey I dont care) Extreme Proportions (Im weak for shit like ridiculously large hands or super itty bitty peets) Fashionistas (A well dressed character is always lovely but I love a character who can pull off a wide assortment of styles and outfits) Facemasks/Masks Jester Motifs

Personality/Character Traits: Regal Asshole (Kinda picky about this one too) Dangerous Dork Grumpy with a Heart of Gold Contradictory (Has a personality that contrasts their appearance. ex. scary but nice) Smarmy Villain  Sad Softies Fashionista (To compliment the physical trait I love a character who is very fussy about their appearance and other’s appearance. Not in a mean way just likes everyone to look their best) Accents (not any in particular I just like different accents) Too Fabulous (Bonus Points if being fabulous takes a lot of work and we get to see them when they’re not so fabulous. Im talking no makeup, hair curlers, bath robes the whole shabang) HomeMakers Chill Cucumbers  Im sure there is more but thats the main stuff that comes to mind. May edit this or reblog with more if I think of anything!

[crystalitar]

All of the OC asks!! >:3c

a la GASP!

1. What was the first Oc you ever created?

That would be Zipp! This is a recent drawing of him! He’s a small dragon the size of a cat! He was originally gonna be a pet of the chars of my friends. Talking comic relief.

2.What was the latest Oc (newest one created)

One i’m still working on and created less then 12 hours ago! I’m not satisfied with the chest and cape design.She is a vigilante assasin.  Tough her motives and actions can sometimes contrast this.. But can’t find that out bc she doesn’t talk. Her main suit and head is pitch black, as such she mainly operates during the night.

3. Which oc is ur fav out of all?

Crystalitar! Well she is kinda my pokesona, but she has her own story! Set in the PMD universe, she ended up as a pokemon due to an incident by her brother. Her most used design is a spin-off Chibi appearance

4. How many Ocs do you have in total?? (including any made up species)

Pffffftttttttttt, you ask of me to count them? INCLUDING MY OWN SPECIES? that would also include fakemons i created and, that’s.. a lot.. uhm… i once counted fakemons that could count towards my own fakedex and those were already 100 ones. And those are only the ones i deemed good enough.If i count chars that have no fandom origin (but do fakemon bc they can be used as other species as well) i think i could maybe have near.. 300? If including Oc’s of shows etc maybe 400? Probably more. I’m might maybe once ever try to actually count the 1k papers i have here :v

5. Which Oc has the most intresting backstory?

Hmmm, most would be summarized by basic “experiment/just a kid/result of a death/ghost issue”, but most interesting imo is Shandyr.

Buckle up for a Copy-paste:

Shandyr is the child of a Painted alligator (PA for short) male, named Kryndor, and a PA Imp “female”. Therefore Shandyr still looks mostly like all other Painted Alligators, altough his paintings are simplier then the other children.Because one of his parents was not a PA he doesn’t have a specific affinity yet. His “mother” had an affinity with PSI and could manipulate males with her charm and cunning. She also was able to change color and this has been inherited by Shandyr. Because Kryndor was tricked into believing that the Imp was a real PA, he feels heavily ashamed and looks to his son with regret. He does care for his son but in another way. Kryndor is part of a high looked upon religious part of PA tribe, so he has a pride to keep, and a son wich scarred the sacred religion is not good. Kryndor’s brother Hiniko, wich is a priest, helps cover up that Shandyr is an Imp child.But because Shandyr is partially an Imp, he loves to prank, and step around the rules. He doesn’t mean harm, he still is a PA, but he got the tendency to abuse the reputation of kind hearted Painted Alligator, to prank and trick others. Because his father looks down upon this and can’t see a future for him without it the incident coming to light, Kryndor decides to send Shandyr away. Shandyr overheard the discussion and furious at the tought that his dad does not love him, he packs his stuff and leaves before he can be send away.His mother is still a mystery. The Imp dissappeared after the birth of Shandyr and has not been seen since by the PA clan.Shandyr hides his true feelings for family, and instead keeps the false image of gentle alligator, tough that image is always quickly ruined by his pranks. Because he doesn’t want to admit he is an imp, he becoms angry easily at anyone who doubts that he is a PA. In dare circumstances he can show the family charm, wich he found in his bag after leaving his clan. Shandyr’s emotions also influence his ability to become invisible or change colors. He trains alot, but he is only able to go stealthy if he is focused on a certain task. Any anger or sadness will reveal his stripes and dots.He can sharpen and harden his spikes at will.

6. what is the most random oc you own?

Random? As in weird origin or personality? Hmmmmm. That would actually be Scrack. He’s an unique monster in his universe, some think he’s a mutation. He barely blinks and most of the time acts as an unruly big dog that can just accidentaly bite your arm off. Without counting his fins, he’s as tall as a grown-up man. He doesn’t act angry, just reckless and playfull in a very dangerous way. He can sometimes be caught just staring at something or someone, and perform actions that are very clever, so people are confused about it’s actual intelligence.

His fins on his back make it so he hears way better as well. He is an agile climber as well as a good marathon runner. Hi’s eyes on his arms are unnerving. He uses them to peek around corners or places where he climbs.

(I also got Stiffet who is a shared OC with 2 other people. Created by blindly each drawing a part of her body)

7. Did you ever create your own animal species?

Pretty obvious so far that you know i do! But as far as species i went into detail, would be my Demon Oxen. Created originally as an Open Species for Undertale, i’m still capable to make them work in other universes if i want.

Copy Pasted Description:

Species : Demox Ox- Physical magic users. They don’t have projectiles normally, but a magical “punch” can be created that flies a short distance, tough this is an advanged spell.Normally they add extra magic to their horns when headbutting, or make a bigger horn aura around it for more surface coverage. Transfering magic to their claws and hoofs they can stomp and punch with extra power.- The thick fur protects them against cold climates, and therefor also dont prefer to be in the heath for too long. (They can manage if there is water where they can swim).- They walk mostly on two legs, but if they need to pull something or intimidate opponents and get ready to charge , they will stand on all 4 paws.- Can look pretty good in the dark, tough there must always be a source of light, like the moon or stars.- For females it’s tradition to wear black metal “chains” on their front paws.- Males have mostly 4 horns pointing downwards ( rare if more), and the females have 2 horns that point upwards.- Species mostly live between the snowy area and waterfall. (Bit more to the south i imagined)

8. do you ever hurt your Ocs?

cough I don’t chain them up or make them results of painfull experiments, what are you talking about? some certainly didn’t die in a fire or drowned or fell on sharp stones. Some certainly did not lose half their face and an arm in an explosions or get emotionally traumatized because their parents got murdered Cough

What?

9. what ocs fear is the most interesting to you???

That would be NPC. He’s a digital creature that lives in a certain artificially created house. They can’t escape the “house” but have acces to the whole internet and such. Sometimes even being able to interact with the “humans”. His fear is the thought that he might not be real, just created as a means to be entertainment and he might not have a free will, even though he performs acts and more from a selfish mindset and other things. Who knows, maybe he was pre-programmed and it just the result of artificial freedom and a puppet of an unknown higher being that is just toying around with their imagenation. Fabricating world rules and “personality” upon him.

Meta™

10. Are there any ocs that you never introduced yet? And who are those ocs???

Many, and mainly because i want to keep some projects and ideas as a safe fallback to use in future projects. Ranging from Horror games characters to plushie designs. Some are cartoon serie idea’s i’ve made for application for schools and others are specific original game characters.

One i will show (because already uploaded it to deviantart and here before) is the Gravekeeper. He’s the main character of a world im developing for a cartoon idea. :3

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Thanks for asking about my OC’s!