#demon of amber lore

[bunnykitty13]

sorta cleaned up a doodle from earlier this year as a cool down from comms …. back to my melodramatic furry oc roots

[girl4music]

This Slayers audible is really well written. It’s kooky and there is plot holes but it is well written in terms of its lore and how characters are involved with that lore.

I’m listening to the part where Tara and Druscilla are trying to make the sun spell work from Kurgan’s Grimoire and they’re both explaining why the sun seems to affect vampires the way it does. Tara believes it’s just because the demon inside the vampire is evil which she’s been told by Giles and Cordelia and Druscilla is relating a first person experience of what happened when she became a vampire. How the mind and body is immersed in the demon’s ethereal essence so that it is essentially the same person as the human husk that it possesses. Basically that a demon didn’t come into the human body. It was created as the human died and now the human and the demon are one. Which is the way that I’ve always understood it. A demonic/human mergence as soon as the soul leaves the body, essentially creating a whole new being that is neither solely the human nor the demon - but somewhere in-between. A half-breed. A vampire is a half-breed of both human and demon. Like a whole new species involving the DNA of both. A demon isn’t “inside” a vampire controlling it. It is the demon and the human combined and mutated itself into a whole other being.

See - this is why you listen to the vampires. Never mind them being “evil” or “soulless”. They still know what they fucking are. They’re not dumb or consciousness-less. No wonder that made Dru mad when Tara just basically told her she was oblivious to her own nature/identity and was just a random demon from the ether’s shell. That’s not how it works at all.

No seriously though, this audible has done more to explain this lore shit than either ‘BtVS’ or ‘AtS’ has.

It is extremely well written when it comes to that.

[steviebbboi]

Demon's Devotion

Pairing: Incubus!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader

Word Count: 6.2k~

Summary: A deal that should have been black-and-white has suddenly become grey. Swapping souls means swapping places. You just didn't think that meant to spend eternity with him.

Disclaimer: This is my submission for @yenzys-lucky-charm & @sweater-daddiesdumbdork Horny Hootenanny writing challenge~ sincere thanks to lovely Yenzy and Amber for being the gems that they are <3 I'm also going to submit this into my own writing challenge (lol) Stevie BB 200 Followers Celebration Writing Challenge . Anyone is welcome to join~

Dividers and banner by me :)

***I don't give any permission for this to be reposted anywhere! Pls do not steal work, plagiarism isn't cute~~~~

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ Minors DNI; dubcon, non-con, softdark!Lloyd (but mainly dark tbh), mentions of death, very slight slight mentions of infidelity, drugs, alcohol, Reader has low self-esteem/self-worth, demonic manipulation(?), Latin dialogue (cannot claim accuracy!).

Tropes/situational prompts: fantasy/supernatural AU, the villain/monster has feelings (or thots) for you

Kinks: size, cockwarming, belly bulging, praise, possessive, squirting, corruption.

Seasonal prompts: meeting a demon/ghost/witch on All Hallows Eve

Smut dialogue:  "You gonna be good for me?" + "I'm gonna make you mine" + "you love it like this, don't you?" + "If you only knew the things I want to do to you" + "Tell me you're mine" + "You wanted my attention, now you have it" + "Please! I can be good. So good for you. I promise" + “You belong to me now” + “Look at that, I think I broke your pretty brain, made you all dumb for me” + "Just a little more" + "Look at how good you're taking me" 

Other kinks: mild choking, spanking, overstimulation, dumbification; degradation, thigh fucking, dacryphilia, aphrodisiac/demon trance (if I missed any TW, feel free to lmk)~

A/N: this is the first time that I'm writing Lloyd too so I hope I did him some justice. Also, mild references to the tv show Supernatural (I do not own the lore of TGM nor Supernatural)!

The wood was splotchy– and itched against your skin uncomfortably as you sat on your knees. The ‘devil’s trap’ was intact as you leaned over to complete the chalk-circle. Quickly gazing over the symbol to ensure the correct sigils, you leaned back once more to close your eyes and take a deep breath. You tried your best to calm your body and connect with that part of you justifying the reasons behind calling upon a demon.

“Promise me that you won’t do anything stupid.” 

You cringed as you heard your ex’s solemn request echo in your thoughts. Yet again, you made a promise that you couldn’t keep. But this time, it was for his life. His soul. Your relationship was never perfect, and that’s certainly what nipped your romantic relationship in the bud, but you’ve known each other for so long…you couldn’t let him go through with it.

Broken promises was the cycle of your romantic relationship together – whether it was infidelity, drugs, alcohol, all the way to the end of the spectrum where it would also be just him going on extensive hunting trips without proper communication. 

You both knew that the relationship was doomed when it started. He wasn’t capable of showing up for you the way that you were ready to do for him. You knew that, that’s why you ultimately ended the relationship. 

And yet, here you sit in a mildew-infested, smelly, abandoned church on All Hallow’s Eve - ready to trade places with him. 

He was meant to do a lot of good in the world. He was a good hunter, a good brother, and a good friend. He was the main character in a story that you weren’t meant to be a part of, and that’s fine. You didn’t belong in his arc. You were a side character that had a stunted narrative for a while, but didn’t belong nor play any significance into moving the story forward.

When you heard the news about how he made a deal with the crossroads demon, it suddenly clicked on how you could actually do something worthwhile. You knew that he experienced a loss, a real hit from what you’ve heard. They fell in together not long after you both ended your relationship. While that fact spared no pain on your end, you did your best to stuff it down as he obviously loved her enough to have made that deal for her life. So you did what you did best, extended light and support through your pain. Feeling so selfish to have even felt a mark of bitterness.

A hunter’s life is a grim one. Everyone knows that any relationships that you do end up having either end in misery or in blood. But the value of something light and wonderful like love was tempting for people in the life. But, it always seemed to have a cost.

You were a shit hunter, maybe a mediocre person, but maybe, just maybe, your life could have purpose by doing this one thing. 

Something that just makes the pain that you have endured worth it. 

It was that purpose that hardened your resolve. Any lingering doubts solidified into genuine acceptance as you relaxed your body and invited a deep breath, “I summon you, anima daemonium. Anima obscura, i vocare te.”

You repeated the command two more times until you finally felt it. A warmth that seemed to grow steadily hotter which had you hiss in pain as you felt the sordid temperature through your jeans. The chalk circle in front of you started to beam this blinding, white light that illuminated the dark vast space for a few seconds. Your eyes couldn’t hold open for too long as you scrunched them closed in alert from the sudden, bright visual. 

The air in the room became thin and you could feel your lungs expanding to fill them up with as much air as you could with your breath falling heavier with each silent minute that passed. The silence was consciously loud as you looked around the still empty dark space. 

“Hmmm…now what’s this?” 

You heard a low rumbled, amused voice come from behind you. Your heart was beating so fast and you could feel your stomach just plummet to the floor. He was supposed to manifest within the circle…if he bypassed it like that completely, that meant that he was no ordinary crossroads demon.

A deep and intense fear rose up in your throat as you attempted to ground yourself out of your frozen state. You could feel your body tremble as you slowly turned your head to look over your shoulder only to find a looming, darkened figure standing directly behind you. Your gaze drifted upwards to find the identifying face to the haunting voice and you couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your dry lips. 

He was…human. A tall silhouette that exuded an air of danger and allure. His skin seemed to absorb the light around him, contrasting sharply with the piercing, smoldering gaze that flickered an ice blue in the dark. A chiseled jawline gave him an almost otherworldly handsomeness, while his full lips, donned with a daring mustache, curved into a knowing smile that hinted at secrets best left unspoken.

Your confusion to his form, and his looks, felt like an aside as you took in this almost invisible yet loudly formidable being standing over you. 

“Who are you?” Your lips moved faster than your brain could register any coherent thoughts. Your curiosity peaked the moment that you saw him appear in the space.

The handsome demon merely chuckled at your confusion before indicating towards his own body. “This meat suit? Mmmm, not too sure. A poor, unfortunate soul shrouded in his own darkness enough for me to climb into him and take over.” A resounding smirk followed his explanation as he narrowed his gaze at you with an interest that you couldn’t place.

You could only stammer out, “B-but, you’re h-human?” You looked over his figure again as he donned an unorthodox causal fit that you would never have pegged a demon, or honestly anyone, to wear. But with the way that he carried himself, the demon’s confidence was palpable. He was comfortable in this physical form, that’s for sure. The power that was exuding from him was staggering.

The demon cooed at your naivety, “Oh, sunshine. You have no idea who you’ve called and what you’ve just done, do you?”

He moved with a grace that was both mesmerizing and predatory as he knelt down to meet your petrified stare. There was an intoxicating aura about him, a magnetic pull that made it impossible to look away, even as a primal instinct warned of the peril he represented. His presence was electric, a heady mix of danger and desire, making it clear that this was a being not to be trifled with—a seducer cloaked in darkness, where charm and menace intertwined seamlessly.

You’re frozen in place in dual fear and pure fascination as he leaned forward into your personal space to clutch your chin with two fingers, prodding up your face for his invasive inspection. You weirdly felt awkward as you knelt before him under his scrutinous gaze. Piercing blue eyes were washing over the features, nooks-and-cranny, details of your face. Every so often, he would tilt your head to the side to inspect your profile, all the way down towards your kneeling body, and just smirk.

After 5 minutes of his torturous appraisal, he let go of your chin suddenly only to lean closer to your face. His pointed nose brushed yours so lightly, you couldn’t help the urge to look down at his mouth, feeling the hairs of his mustache graze your skin. But you could also see and almost feel the softness of his pink lips. His smirk grew on his face as if he figured something out as he turned to brush said lips against yours very faintly, almost teasingly. 

You gasped at the unexpected contact and a haze washed over you that you didn’t question and felt compelled to close your eyes. Almost as if you didn’t, you would pass out from the intensity of the contact of the potential of his kiss. You leaned in slowly as your mouth was almost waiting for the pressure of his teasing brush…but it never came. 

Coming back to yourself, almost like out of a trance, you gasped harshly at noticing the proximity between the two of your bodies and pushed against his chest to sit inside of the chalk circle to gain distance. 

Breathing heavy at how close you just were to this supernatural inane being, you cursed yourself for letting yourself get entranced into his allure as it hit you.

“You’re an incubus.” A sneer was released unconsciously at the realization. The demon’s smirk only softened at your disdained use of the term and his only response was to deeply hum in confirmation.

“I suppose that is one name that people know me by…but I sense that you may not be so comfortable with that. How about we go with…’Lloyd’?” He proposed as he stood up with his hands in his slack-pockets. 

You ignored his comfortable jeering to stand from your coveted position within the circle. “I didn’t call for you, incubus. I’m here for a crossroads demon.” You clarified sneeringly.

“And yet again, another name that people may know me by.” Lloyd said simply with another smirk on his face. He couldn’t help but let his gaze wander over your shifting body once more. You certainly looked like a hunter, but your ignorance and naivety gave you away at how utterly unskilled/trained you were in the craft. 

The realization made Lloyd’s dark soul tremble in excitement at the potential of catching a brazen, beautifully innocent, yet idiotic soul like yours. And to feast on one that looks like you, with an energy so devoting and submissive…he was suddenly ravenous.

The haze that you felt earlier felt almost like a white, hot energy that was wading towards you when you noticed ‘Lloyd’s’ gaze shifting over your figure once again but with this newfound hunger in his eyes. You shifted uncomfortably as your body responded to the shift in the air. You couldn’t help but close your eyes briefly in shame as you felt it…the wetness that was accumulating in your underwear. 

It didn’t matter that he was a literal sex demon who preyed on women– it was like all boundaries didn’t matter as you felt a similar urge to throw all inhibitions out the window, stalk over to him to have him throw you down on the dusty, creaking floor to just take you over and over again as you begged him for more. 

You shook your head to clear your sinful thoughts, knowing that demons can sense wicked thoughts– but to your detriment, Lloyd seemed to clock something about your tense and conflicted frame and suddenly inhaled deeply. 

You knew that you were caught when you saw that his cocked head straightened in discovery at smelling your arousal in the musty space. He released a deep grunt as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. The atmospheric drop in the air was palpable and the room became so distinctly warm, you could feel sweat dropping on your temple at the change. 

Panting at the sudden rise in heat and thinning air, tears started to build in your eyes at looking over the demon’s now darkened gaze. He looked like he was going to attack you, and it didn’t scare you that you may lose your life nor was it that he would take you without consent. 

What was scary was that you wanted him to take you. You wanted to feel him in his own heat on your bare, naked skin as he thrusted his hard cock into your eager pussy and feel the supernatural strength of his grip holding your hands above your head. So much so that you wouldn’t be able to escape him. You didn’t want to leave him, you wanted him to devour you.

You tried to shake your head out of these fantasies and get back to the present but the heat wouldn’t let you. The haze felt so strong. You could hear yourself mumbling something about the heat and subconsciously took off the denim jacket you’re wearing in desperation to feel cool.

In your present view, you could see Lloyd walk determinedly towards you and you found a consciousness present enough to take a few steps back to the tops of the chalk circle. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to enter it, that’s why he bypassed it in the first place. A demon’s trap is meant to do exactly that, he wouldn’t risk losing his prey and enter the circle where you could easily escape. 

Almost as if he could hear your thoughts, Lloyd’s eyes narrowed in mirth as he released a dark chuckle and stopped before entering the circle. “Oooh, sunshine, you’re so cute to think that you could escape me now. You wanted my attention, now you have it.”

He took one dramatic step inside. 

Your eyes widened in shock, not being able to process what he was doing and you turned to run out but you couldn’t. 

You physically could not leave the circle as you felt an invisible barrier brush against your hands that were banging against them to desperately leave. “NO! What’s happening, no–,” you gasped out, tears started to roll down your flushed cheeks as you felt him close. What was worse was that even though you wanted to get away, you wanted him to get even closer. To keep you inside of the circle with him. Delightfully trapped.

A large, warm hand touched your shoulder and spun you around as you shrieked. Tears of panic and confusion were still streaming down your face. Using the sudden invisible barrier as a wall, you shrunk yourself against it as much as you could, trying to resist the confusing and tempting pull, but it didn’t work. Lloyd gripped your waist and pulled you tight against him, your body non-resisting to his touch even though your mind protested.

Your hands reacted to instinctively catch yourself against his suddenly bare chest. You released another squeak at the feeling of his skin. The heat of his naked torso felt so relieving against yours. 

“Just like you thought he would feel like…” You thought to yourself, eyes narrowed in its seeming haze. The part of you that was still conscious and afraid frowned at the feeling of his skin on yours. Looking down, the both of you were bare naked. 

“What- !” You shrieked, not even remembering when or how your clothes disappeared. A wave of insecurity rushed through you at the vulnerability that you were left with in front of Lloyd, who although is a demon, was shaped like a Greek god. You felt as if dignity was taken away from you as Lloyd’s hands wandered over the skin of your naked back and up towards the back of your neck. His touch was not forcing though, it was as light as a teasing feather.

You tried, you really did, to get away from his wandering, sinful hands but he felt so smooth, warm, and so comforting. The reality was that you didn’t want to get away as he kept you pressed against him where you could feel everything. His hardened cock that you weren’t able to really look at earlier was firmly pressed against the pudge of your stomach. You couldn’t tell where the intense rush of heat was coming from, whether it was this haze or him, but you felt it flushed in your cheeks at feeling Lloyd’s erection. The knowledge that he was turned on by you.

“Of course I am, little one. Look at you. So beautiful before me. Calling for me. I'm gonna make you mine.” Lloyd murmured seductively as he responded to your hazed thoughts. His other hand moved to grip the front of your neck carefully.

He wasn’t choking you, his grip was deceivingly light, but the promise of it was what had you whimpering in response. You just barely registered how he was able to give you a response to something that was being noticed in your head.

“What’s happening to me? How are you doing this?” The only curiosities that your clouded mind was able to circle around were asked as his grip turned your face upwards to sultry and lustfully graze your lips against his.

Lloyd wickedly grinned and hummed again before he murmured his response against your pillowy lips, “You’re sleeping, sunshine.” 

You could only look up into his mirth-filled eyes as you mildly registered the shock settling in your system. “No, that can’t be…I drove here and drew the circle, I called…” you drifted in your disbelief as Lloyd turned your bodies so that he was behind you. Your view no longer obscured by his taut body, you looked down to see your limp body…just laying there, seemingly unmoving.

Your eyes only widened more as Lloyd petted your hair soothingly, sensing your distress. “Oh my god, I’m dead. I’m. dead.” Flooded with panic, your body was frozen as your thoughts ruminated in a vicious cycle.

Almost condescendingly, he noted carelessly, “You’re not dead, little one. Your body is in what we call, the in-between. Or purgatory, as some may say.” 

A high-pitched ring sang in your ears as you tried to take in Llloyd’s words. “But, I didn’t let you in. I didn’t give you permission.” You remarked disbelievingly as you tried to recall the regulations and rules surrounding demon possession. It’s only if you invite them into your soul, do they insert themselves, almost brutally, into your physical body and spirit. But you didn’t say the words…

“Didn’t you though?” Lloyd deviously smiled again in response to your disbelief. He hummed against your skin as he proceeded to inhale your hair and down towards your inner neck. 

Unknowingly, your eyes closed deliriously as you felt his breath brush against your skin. Lloyd nosed your shoulder affectionately while he revealed mockingly, “Sealed with a kiss – a brush against the lips is all it takes to bind a human soul with a demon. And you, sunshine, are the sweetest soul that I’ve taken in a long, long time.” 

His cerulean blue eyes met your shocked filled irises as he witnessed the reflective realization wash over you. Noticing the tears in your eyes, Lloyd thought that you’ve never looked more beautiful than you did right then and there.

He cooed at you again and turned your frozen frame to face him once more. “Aw, little one. I promise to take good care of you. If you only knew the things I want to do to you.” 

Lloyd’s large hands grasped the back of your head to pull you hard onto his weathered lips. You were stunned at the sudden move but also couldn’t hold back the pleasured moan that left your throat at the feeling of his wet tongue caressing yours. You’ve never been kissed like this in your life– feeling cherished or owned by somebody…something else. And it felt so fucking good.

An insidious and sudden gratification came over your body as your hands clutched onto Lloyd's muscular frame to clutch yourself to his body. The heat felt overwhelmingly dangerous as you kissed the incubus demon with as much eagerness as he was extending upon your aching lips. 

You couldn’t remember the reason as to why you even came here in the first place, nor do you even recall where you were at that moment. All you could feel was Lloyd as he kissed you languidly and passionately. He was all that you wanted to feel. 

Breaking the kiss, Lloyd drew back but kept his hands in your hair to ensure his control. "You gonna be good for me, sunshine?" 

The only thing you could do is cry desperately as the warmth overtook your body once again. Feeling flushed and needy for his skin on yours, you wantonly cried out, “Yes! I promise I’ll be such a good girl for you, Lloyd. Please! I can be good. So good for you. I promise. Please.” 

You didn’t sound like yourself at all, but at that moment, you couldn’t find anything in you to care. You were desperate for him. You only wanted to be touched, wanted, and seen by him. Almost as if you needed him to know how devoted you were to giving him all of you, your soul.

Lloyd’s eyes rolled back in his head in derived pleasure as he smelled the desperation and need come off of you in waves. He nuzzled your nose against his with a gratified hum and said, “Tell me you're mine. You need to say it, sunshine, and then I’ll give you whatever you want.”

In one breath, you didn’t even hesitate, “I’m yours. Please, I let you in.” 

Hearing the words explicitly spoken from your pouty lips, Lloyd growled out possessively while granting you another deep and wet kiss. As he pulled back, his teeth bit your bottom lip slowly and seductively as he finished the deal against your pursed lips, “You belong to me now.”

A binding force tingled from your feet and up all over your body once his words were spoken. It felt ethereal and other worldly, but it felt right. You didn’t even recognize what you’ve just done as you have suddenly found yourself on your back, Lloyd kissing you so softly, it felt so contrasting to his demonic nature.

“I’ve treated all of my soul thralls as I see fit in the past. Though you, little one, are by far the brightest soul that I’ve come across in a millenia. Right when I saw you kneeling right by my feet, those eyes looked up at me so delicately. There was longing in your gaze that I needed for myself. Seems like you knew that you needed me too, hm?” 

You only could nod preciously against his soft lips as you pursued another kiss from him. Your tongue sought his as you battled for his attentive mouth, and before you knew it, just as you predicted and wanted, he was laying you on top of the chalk-drawn circle. 

Not even registering the cold harsh wood against your back, you felt so enveloped by his aura. Something internally shifted as you felt that warmth that radiated from your physical body internalize and bloom into something so wholesome, almost as if you felt that hole in your heart repair into a strong, full organ that wanted for nothing. 

You felt complete. 

A gasp escaped you as you broke away from the impassioned kiss. The warmth in your chest seemed to materialize all over your body, inside of you and out. A keening moan left your mouth as you felt the heat start to rush down to your core between your legs. Another gush of wet just seeped out of you and Lloyd growled as if he could feel it escaping too. 

You questioned him breathlessly against his impatient lips, “What’s happening?”

Another whimper left your throat as you felt this deep desire from before just amplify into something that felt not of this earth. It felt transcendent, ancient, and light. It felt like a high that tuned up the feeling of pleasure and ecstasy so that any brush of Lloyd’s skin on yours, the smell of him, the ridges of his muscular body, turned you on so delightfully.

Lloyd teasingly brushed his lips against the exposed length of your neck and you could feel his smirk almost seep into your skin with the following words.

“Our souls just became one, sunshine.” 

A brief moment of panic escaped that cloud of bliss that overcame your conscious body and mind. Sensing your panic, Lloyd cooed at you once more to provide a comfort that you didn’t know that you needed in that moment. A reassurance of sorts against the thought that this feeling between you in this moment was fleeting and temporary. 

“Don’t worry, little one. I’m yours just as much as you are mine. Forever.” His lips whispered against yours intimately before he licked into your yearning mouth, capturing your tongue in another heated dance. 

His words lit a fire deep inside of you and you felt your pussy clench on nothing but his promise. You gasped and tilted your head back in pleasure as Lloyd proceeded to press heated kisses down your throat and towards your breasts. 

“Forever?” You gasped out as your lungs tried desperately to breathe in more air. The conscious part of you incredulously realized that all of this made no sense to you. How was he able to read your body so well? Your thoughts? How is he able to impact you like this? Give you the greatest pleasure and burning desire that you’ve ever felt in your entire life? 

Taking a pert nipple into his mouth, his tongue brushed over the tip teasingly while you pressed his head closer to your chest at the sensation. 

“A soul contract is an everlasting bond between your soul and mine. You have something valuable that I need, and so did you. I just needed you to submit to me, give yourself completely to me in order to make the trade.” He spoke in between placing wet kisses on your sternum to switch his attention to your other breast. Blowing cold air on your nipple, Lloyd smirked and darkly chucked as he witnessed you tremble in delight. You sobbed at feeling the cold air brush against your warm skin, a temporary aid in relief for more.

“But, you didn’t even know what I wanted.” You attempted to recall the reasons as to why and when you summoned him. Although, you were unsuccessful as that part of you was dimming as time went by, especially the more that you felt Lloyd descend closer towards your heated core. 

Lloyd chuckled against the smooth flesh of your soft tummy and to your detriment, kissed his way back up towards your lips. After taking you apart with his fervent mouth once more, he gathered your clenched fists to hold them against the sodden wood in one strong grip. 

Your wrists were now caught in his powerful hold and he leaned in close to capture your yearning gaze. His eye contact was so intense as he stared back, even though he already had your soul, it was almost like he was trying to peer inside.

“You didn’t really want to save that piece of trash hunter, did you?” He kissed your cheek innocently as you felt a shock wave up towards your newly-filled heart. 

“How did you…? But I didn’t say anything about him…” Your shock was on full display as he continued to press small kisses over the frozen expression of your face.

“He abandoned you. Mistreated you. He left you for another woman, and you still wanted to go and save him?” He whispered darkly against the swell of your ear before pressing delicate kisses to your earlobe. Nipping lightly, he continued to murmur ominously, “He isn’t worthy of your loyalty, little one. So, I decided to take it instead.” 

A tear fell down your cheek at the feelings of loss and sadness, memories of your old life flashing behind your bewitched eyes. Lloyd quickly licked up the fallen tear with a growl, “He didn’t deserve you, sunshine. You and I both know that even though you came here for him, you really came here for yourself. You wanted to give yourself to something that could actually hold you. Tame you.”

Your deepest thoughts of yourself being verbalized by Lloyd in such an unconcerned manner brought more flashes to recent memories, it played like a movie in your mind’s eye. Moments where you felt that abandonment by your ex, hearing his resolute voice on the phone as he mentioned the deal with a demon for the ‘love of his life’, a woman who wasn’t you. 

Pressing kisses to the corner of your eye that was now freely leaking fresh tears, Lloyd made sure to nuzzle you in comfort, “But you weren’t meant for that life. A life that only involved the killing of creatures, demons– living a hunter’s life wasn’t what you were destined for, little one.” 

Your teary gaze met his confident blue eyes as he leaned over you once more, “Don’t you see, sunshine? You were made and meant for me. And for me alone.”

With that, Lloyd pressed his curled lips against you harshly and any traces of sadness or loneliness left your soul. A feeling of wanting to be possessed completely by him replaced the aloneness that came over you from before. It was like he was the only cure. 

Eagerly and recklessly losing yourself in the enriching feeling, you were almost inhaling his kiss as you pressed your naked body up into his. Feeling his erection against your inner thigh, you writhed against him to finally make him take you.

"You love it like this, don't you? The fact that I own you and now, I’m going to ruin you, little one." Lloyd groaned against your warm and willing skin. Shifting just so, you gasped as his hard cock brushed against your weeping pussy. 

“Answer me, my little thrall.” Lloyd allowed you to grind against his cock but just barely against your slit. Fucking into your wet and slippery thighs, you whimpered and tried to rock your hips closer to him to push him inside you.

“Yes! I love it! I need you to take me, please! I don’t want to be alone anymore, please.” You begged the demon as the tears returned, feeling this want and power surge through you as your soul and body fully submitted to him. It was so overwhelming. All you knew was that his possession helped smother the darkest depths of yourself from coming out. He welcomed you into himself and you gladly gave it to him.

Lloyd groaned quietly and deeply inhaled the darkest of truths that were emoting from your pheromones within the crook of your neck while he whispered seductively, “Ah, there it is. Thank you, sunshine. Shush now, my good girl.” 

He raised his head to look into your weepy eyes once more, “You’re never going to be alone again.” A soft smile graced the strong features of his face and a warmth full of genuine love blossomed inside of you at the sight. Around your repaired heart sat Lloyd’s genuine smile, such a stark contrast to darkness that you would’ve ever expected to receive from the incubus. 

The warmth only expanded as Lloyd pushed his cock inside of you with one smooth thrust, your wetness facilitating the most pleasurable union. Instantly, your eyes rolled back in complete bliss as you were so worked up, it was the feeling of his girthy cock just sliding inside of you that made you come undone. You cried out in pure ecstasy and a ringing sound numbed around your ears where you could barely hear Lloyd’s wicked chuckle as he praised you for surrendering yourself to him. 

He didn’t stop thrusting inside of you, not even when you clenched around him so tightly that he gritted his teeth at the sensation. His cock was stretching you out and hitting spots deep inside of you that no lover ever could– the gratification of finally being joined together was just too much. His hands weren’t idle as they caressed your breasts and roughly groped your waist, down towards your plush ass where he slapped the reddening flesh. 

He slapped your ass again and tilted his hips so that you could feel him go even deeper. You released a squeak at the novel feeling and Lloyd took that as his opportunity to slow his pace, but not lessening the controlling grip that he had around your waist. You marveled and whimpered at the thought of seeing his marks on your body later as you tore you apart. 

Going deep and slow, his thrusts became harder and your body jolted with every thrust he gave you as you were inundated with how good his cock felt, finally reaching the spot inside of you that made your mind go blank. It activated that switch where your body just went limp and you felt even more vulnerable to the demon’s ravaging. You didn’t even care to feel embarrassed by your loud moans and whimpers, nor the drool that was escaping you. Your eyes simply rolled shut as you lost yourself in the consistent press against your g-spot. 

“Aw, look at that, sunshine. I think I broke your pretty brain, made you all dumb for me.” Lloyd had a smug smirk on his face, accentuating his intimidating presence even more. 

You could only release quiet ‘ngh’s as if in a trance as he continued to fuck you hard and deep. The knot in your stomach started building again as tears of heartfelt satisfaction and adoration filled you once more. You couldn’t describe it, but it was like Lloyd was fucking you with purpose and intent to show you that you were truly made for him. Almost as if he already knew all of your kinks and was exploiting them for proof– evidence that he will always be what you need. 

“Thaaat’s it, just a little more," he groaned out and readjusted his grip so that he could tilt your hips just right until your eyes opened in startled ecstasy, a cry leaving your lips as his cock went even deeper. “There you go, my little thrall. Look at how good you're taking me." He gestured to the slight bulge protruding from your lower stomach. The sight of his cock being that deep inside of you was what had you shatter around him for the second time.

You released a guttural moan as you let go, barely coming down from your orgasm when Lloyd decided to rub your swollen, drenched clit with the rough of his thumb. Your back arched and your legs thrashed until Lloyd held down your body and fucked you faster with his thumb still placing frantic pulses on your bundle of nerves. 

At your limit, your face contorted into an expression that can only depict unrestrained and unexpected bliss as you screamed out your orgasm, squirting all over Lloyd’s wide cock.

The feeling of your sopping cunt gripping his cock made Lloyd release a dark, guttural and infernal roar as he came inside of your still pulsing channel. He gave you three more half-hearted thrusts as his spend leaked around his cock, inadvertently pushing his cum deeper inside of you. 

Lloyd caressed your trembling thighs soothingly as he also attempted to catch his breath. He couldn’t help the last resounding smack against your supple flesh as he noticed your fucked out expression. Eyes wilted with pleasured exhaustion, your body shaking as exhilaration died down.

“You're so beautiful like this, sunshine." He moaned adoringly as he pulled his half-hard cock out of your still quivering pussy. You moaned at the loss of him and could feel your shared cum dripping out of you.

“Mmmm, a sight that will never tire me, I’m sure.” Lloyd groaned out deeply with his smirk still upon his pink lips. He leaned over you for a moment to continue taking in your post-coital glow. He pressed a hand to your chest covering your heart and shuddered at the warming feeling it brought him under his palm. 

What you would find out later is that every sensation that you felt, he felt. Your thoughts were now his thoughts too. Your desires were his. While you were exhausted from your soul celebrations, the enmeshment gave Lloyd an invigorated rush of power. He only took pieces of you with every orgasm he gave you. Your heightened arousal would become his, and so on, everytime that he would take you.

The way that his own empty hearted chest filled with a lightness and charge that he’d never felt before since his existence. He knew that he would, indeed, keep you forever.

Lloyd genuinely smiled in satisfaction as he felt power rushing through his veins. Nuzzling your flushed cheek with affection, he murmured, “Now, little one, let’s go home, shall we?” 

Final A/N: Welp! that happened. I originally was writing this SoftDark!Demon!Lloyd as a stand-alone from this poll but when the Hootenanny challenge was announced, I thought it would be a perfect fit 😈 Hope you enjoyed reading this ficlet, and reblogs/comments are very welcome~

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part 2 Smells & Scents

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Hell:

Most Devils in hell are either alphas or betas. But even then the strongest of alphas cannot compete to the kings. Omega Demons are very rare less than 1%. And even then they're still unable to reproduce without Lilith's help.

Heaven:

Angels are neither Alpha, beta or omega but at the same time all of them at once. They have a scent They appear omega to appeal to humans and other angels or people they like. But they appear Alpha when they're near devils or creatures they feel intimidated by.

Satan

His scent will be spicy yet sweet but all around powerful, a fiery woody tone, vanilla. I would say frankincense, with a hint of cinnamon with a little more Amber, or maybe roasting marshmallows next to a campfire.

That sense that is hard to get out once he's marked you. No matter how much other devils will try to wash it off it never goes away. And he sent increases with his anger. It's so overwhelming he could clear an entire room of alphas and betas leaving Even omegas to cower away, overwhelmed by his natural scent.

The angrier he gets, the more the cinnamon stands out A lot of devils feel like their nose is on fire if they're not used to it.

Leviathan

Leviathan has a tart sour citrusy scent, His Alpha scent is naturally fruity. If you peel away all of the sour citrusy nodes You noticed that with the sour there's also sweet. His sent naturally isn't as strong as Satan but is definitely up there as being the most intimidating to the more sensitive noses. The more jealous he is the more sour it gets. If you can handle The more tardiness of his scent. You'll be very surprised to find out that Levi's sweet side of his scent smells like grapefruit, oranges and somewhere peaches (a scent he tries to hide very frequently)

Most of the time it's more tart than sweet. But when he's alone with you,or God forbid he's in a good mood That's sweet scent will start to take root. Most of the time Levi smells like lemonade as the sweet and the sour are equaled out.

That peach node seems to only show up when you are around... How interesting. It's weak Not even his other devils knew that was part of his Alpha scent It is only reserved for you.

Mammon

Very rich and woody always make you wanting more. Oak, coffee, saffron, patchouli, His scent isn't strong but it's not shy It's nice, bold and smells expensive. Many devils tried to recreate the scent of Mammon but none have succeeded. Devils do note that his scent does get stronger when there's someone in the same room he's trying to show off to.

His scent is never strong enough to initiate other alphas as a challenge, Even though his scent can be overwhelmingly as strong as Satan or perhaps even rival the sin of lusts irresistible Alpha scent He doesn't usually get to that point.

His scent is there to show off of who he is and what he is not intimidate he'd rather let his money or his fists do the talking.

Beelzebub

Sweet, nutty and addicting, you'll notice if you focus that sugary scent is closely akin to Maple, with hazelnut and honey. With a hint of vanilla, Beelzebub's Alpha is very fall—something to make your mouth drool. He also has the uncanny ability to erase his scent completely. And for some reason his clones have different varieties of his scent.

The vanilla is not as strong as the maple, hazelnut or honey. But damn is it the cherry on top. If your mouth isn't watering now I bet it would be when he's aroused since when aroused The hazelnut and Maple seems to transform into butterscotch or pecan begins almost completely out of nowhere.

That butterscotch or pecan isn't as prevalent all the time however that's more of Bael's scent. Beel's Alpha scent is a whole dessert at Thanksgiving.

Belphegor

Has the weakest scent of the kings the most calming that's probably because that his scent is able to put any devil to sleep, It is naturally calming and is also used to help with concentration, His scent is very floral and herbal with lavender chamomile Rosemary and or germanium. Beleth smells of mint and tobacco as well as sandalwood as well as rum. Given their close proximity their sense tons of mingle off each other a lot.

Belphegor always hears how relaxing his scent is. It's too bad that he's nose blind to it... Because it would be pretty nice to fall asleep to it. He thinks your scent is pretty relaxing. Any alpha would crave the scent of an omega and buried with all of the scent that makes you; you is that node that is so distinctly familiar he can't help but nuzzle into you to smell more. He can't quite put his fing on what it is but familiar scent that smells of old books in a dusty old magic tomb a sense that would enchant any devil.

If you like his scent So much then you should come over often He's too lazy to scent things for you he'd rather just sleep in your bed or you sleep in his bed. Beleth on the other hand will happily sent everything and anything you own just ask him please...

Lucifer

Lucifer's scent smells clean and herbal some hints of earthy nodes mixed in. Sage and lime, water lotus and lilac, cedarwood and petrichor. His scent feels very angelic and harmonious than the more chaotic and bold devils. So his tend to be a little more intimidating to other devils. But to humans other than smelling like a fresh load of laundry too clean for them to touch. I don't doubt it would smell unpleasant if he was ever angered.

I can see why devils would find his scent unnerving, since it wouldn't feel like a natural scent. It smells clean and sterilized Even though yes it is 'natural' It probably smells uncanny to devils.

Humans would probably have no problem with it. But Lucifer smells more like a sterilized object than a person. Which bodes pretty well to the fact that he is not a demon or a human he is an angel technically. I bet it would be pretty relaxing to go to sleep too.

Asmodeus

Sweet and rich, chocolatey with a hint of coffee and cardamom with fruity nodes like cherries and pomegranates. His scent is built to attract. It is always there. He is so strong that it tends to nullify other scents until he is the only thing in the room. Because of this, Asmo starts wearing scent blockers when he goes to meetings. His scent is built to attract. Depending on his mood, each note gets stronger. Like all other kings, the most common thing you'll smell is coca and cherry.

It would help if you never tell him how attractive you think his scent is. Because Asmo loves sending you materials for nest building which is great if it weren't for the fact that his sent sends you in a mindless heat if you're not prepared.

Asmodeus's is so strong that even with scent blockers it's still as strong as Levi's or Satan once it sticks it stays for weeks. And that chocolatey sent makes it so well with other kings not only that The coffee node in it tends to wipe away any other scent in there.

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Cock Fight

Art by woaini_ogelskerdig

Summary:

Crowley wants Aziraphale, but does Aziraphale want Crowley?

Moreover, Crowley has the hots for Aziraphale, hasn't ever had the hots before, and isn't even sure what "hots" are supposed to feel like. He can't even cuss properly because every sex-related cuss word just reminds him how fucking (see?) confused he is.

But there's help on the horizon -- in the form of one Greek demigod they just happened to rescue off the side of a mountain. Not that our ineffable idiots have the sense to ask for help. But they're getting it anyway.

Written by startledplatypus, find them on Reddit and AO3!

Word count: 16,049 words

Trigger/Content Warnings: Explicit; dubcon; sex pollen; anal sex; oral sex; masturbation; mild exhibitionism; naga sex; snake sex: Ancient Greece religion and lore

Excerpt:

Crawly woke up on a low couch covered in deep navy velvet studded with tiny gold stars. A matching neckroll pillow nuzzled his head. The air was warm but pleasant, scented with cinnamon and cassia and… myrrh.

F---

“OH, my God,” he heard from across the… room? Well, it was more cylindrical than that, with fluted columns around its circumference and a ceiling lurking somewhere above. Night-dark curtains of tassel-edged heavy damask hung between each pair of columns, masking whatever lay beyond. Tiny lanterns floated here and there, strobing saturated, shifting colors across what little he could see of the lush, carpeted floor.

The Greeks did not have carpet any more than they had soap.

“OH, my GOD,” he heard again. This time it sounded less surprised and more mortified. And more familiar.

It sounded like Aziraphale when he’d realized one of his “rare statuettes” was a dildo.

Crawly groaned. Quietly. This was not going well. He thought about calling out to the angel, but changed his mind when he looked down.

He was starkers. Even his sunglasses were gone. And he was very… male.

Something made a muffled sound from not nearly far enough away. Then there was a thump, a quavery curse which might have been that awful “f” word, and a rather desperate groan. And a cream-colored neckroll pillow with pale blue stitchwork came sailing toward the demon’s head.

Crawly, too busy considering the ramifications of this situation, failed to duck. The pillow flumphed into his face and fell onto the couch-bed. It was, of course, tartan.

Shit.

A feminine alto laugh echoed around the chamber. And something ssssed.

“What the FUCK,” a very Aziraphale voice shrilled… and all the lanterns flared, revealing a too-tall woman standing on a low, round, central marble platform with a long, sinuous snake coiling up her linen-draped legs, over her cloth-covered shoulders, and down her bare arms. Its great head lifted, amber eyes lazily opening.

“Ohhhh,” it said. “Guessssts.”

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Hello, this is Nk. I figured instead of keeping all the things I thought up in my head I'd just let my brain rot take over and start producing content that maybe others would enjoy to. I know some of my content may not be too quality and some may not enjoy the stuff I produce but if I can at least make one other person experience the same level of happy squealing and absolute joy that I get from my content then I think I've won in life.

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lore drop on onyx when

lore drop on Onyx now

turn away now, tw: genocide, abuse, torture, war and war crimes, and executions

Starting from the beginning, his father was a high ranking minister of the Greater State of Alepul and his mother was simply a regular peasant, only being married for propaganda and to legitimize his seizure of power. His power then resulted in the Third Alepulian Civil War, with every group vying for their chance. In the end, his father and the old, human-centrist, totalitarian state beat out the rest, the dream of freedom smothered in the crib.

Soon, a child would be born to the couple after this conflict. Onyx Gurevich Maxim would enter the world loved by only his mother. Both his mom and his father had jet black hair and amber eyes, yet he would show rich, golden hair and blue eyes that glowed ever so slightly; hallmarks of demonic lineage. Possibly of fear or jealousy, the humans enslaved the beastfolk and demonfolk, treated them like cattle, slaughtering them in droves. And at the head of the renewed effort to make Alepul a nation for humans only was his Onyx's father.

Maxim Sr.'s treatment of both his son and his wife fucking tanks, before he was negligent and absent in their marriage, now he's laying on beatings. Yet his mom would love him anyway, despite his difference in abilities, appearance, or what blood coursed through his veins.

When Onyx was eleven, his father got extraordinarily drunk and violent. He decided that his part-demon son was gonna get the hands this time, but his wife had finally had enough. When he went to find young Onyx, she grabbed a bottle and broke it over his head. It didn't do much, and once he recovered, he turned and strangled her to death in front of her kid.

Onyx changed in this moment. Grabbing the broken bottle, he charges his father and stabs him up. The tyrant is dead. The murder proves so gruesome that they had to use dental records to confirm the identity of the body. The Security Service of Alepul would detain him near minutes after a secret police unit monitoring the residence heard the screams and the death of the dictator.

He'd spend the next five years in his father's gulag system. By all means, he should've been lined up against a wall and shot. However, the Alepulian General Assembly was under a constant threat of being purged by Onyx's father, they decided to grant him leniency. Once the boy-murderer turned 16, he'd be assigned to the 188th Penal Brigade.

Five long years of torture and starvation, zero contact with the outside world, his transfer would finally be completed and his career as a soldier would begin. In his time in the gulag, another First Secretary was appointed and also bungled the entire country even more, leading to another conflict, however historians are unsure to call it a "Fourth Alepulian Civil War" or a continuation of previous conflicts. Thus, the 188th would be sent to the city of Chernoy.

Upon his arrival, he was handed a gun and uniform and told "Storm the enemy position!" So off he went, he and hundreds of other people-free thinkers,criminals, "nonhumans"-were shoved at gunpoint down a narrow street to assault a heavily fortified building. The sheer relentlessness of the conscripts allowed them to break through the storm of lead, and Onyx would jump into the enemy trench. He'd take his first life here, firing his rifle at the center mass, just as he's been trained. His foe dropped with a *thud,* what's left of Onyx's innocence crushed.

He'd be shoved aside by the other members of the 188th, but in that section of damp, muddy trench, he'd sit there on his knees, staring at the life he'd just snuffed out. Ultimately, the mass assault would succeed with significant casualties. His first kill, and it was against his own countryman.

Military action in Chernoy would continue for three years, with Onyx serving with distinction as one of the fiercest and deadliest soldiers of the 188th. By the time the war ended, he was a second lieutenant in charge of a platoon of penal troops. He'd pelt around for a bit in his 19th year, mostly training and the occasional skirmish with either guerillas or suppression of anti-government demonstrations. This "peace" would last for just four years.

Ding-dong, it's the War of the League. Alepul's western neighbors, Sile, Kurcha, and their northern neighbors ,Nalperun and Tchaikof, launched an invasion of conquest into the nation. Onyx, now a captain, would be in charge of the 79th Penal Battalion after a second round of purges and the sudden war killed the previous Lieutenant Colonel and everyone who could've been up next. Even so, he'd lead his soldiers in the defense of his nation. This defensive phase, known as "The Struggle" in Alepul, would last for six years as the Downfall League began to lose steam. Alepul would make them pay for each inch of land with pounds of flesh and gallons of blood.

The counteroffensive would finally begin, and the 188th Penal Brigade would be the most decorated unit of the war...It would also be the unit with the highest casualty rate and lowest life expectancy. The "Reclamation" would make the War of the League the bloodiest war the continent would see. Onyx and the 188th would participate in nearly every major offensive in the western theatre, racking up an impressive kill count of around 483.

Once the war was over, the Alepulian General Assembly would put Onyx in charge of executions at a gulag, whether or not he liked it. Here, he'd lose any semblance of himself, having to torture, starve, execute, and dispose of bodies. For a couple of years, his end kill count at the point of timeline issues and the roleplay beginning was in the low thousands.

I'll write about the roleplay at a later date, but this is long enough. thanks for reading

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Amber and Kitsu at the store, buying their female relatives pads:

(Wait, do sirene have periods? I assume gorgons and cecaelia don't, but what about sirene or other species?)

Everyone when me, @loominggaia or @niittinaatti post memes, lore, fanfics, or animations:

Demons when they need money for an apartment and also food

Skylie in a random village in Evangeline

Columbina and Sandrone in a nutshell (Sandrone's a yandere dedicated to Capitano and will harm/kill ladies who try to get with him, Columbina's just fucking insane sometimes)

Skylie to her parents

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Skylie and Janella Vokz on Vibing With Vokz, just vibing (Janella is having Skylie do the wrong answers)

Skylie's gnomish spec ops arriving to Marduk Hill, transmuting the Modernist Army into animals before controlling them to just dance, led by Gnome King Mimsical The Whimsical:

Champion to Skylie

Qara to Saraia, then Skylie shutting down and destroying the Zareenite flying fortress

Industrialists Be Like:

Skylie once she gets really good at her complex-as-shit summon-beasties-use-tendrils-swordsmanship martial style

Skylie packing her mega-storage shoulder bag (She puts in her entire cosplay repertoire, with like 30 different basic outfits to embellish for cosplay, like 300 fully functional weapons, including like 69 guns, hundreds of unique swords she commissioned by that dworfen divine of smiths after she proved she'd only use her weapons for cosplay and self-defense, hundreds of hats and shoes, enough food to feed her and Rook for 10 months, her personal copy of her Genshin Impact novel series, like 20 Visions to hand out to unsuspecting fools, 20 crates of condoms big enough to fit a family of dworfs inside, 20 hilichurls, 10 koholasaurs and a vishap, a rig of tepetlisaurs, a gang of yumkasaurs, 5 golden rings, a stable of horses, 20 months of birth control, a tent, and a partridge in a pear tree)

Skylie and Oberon fighting over Skylie's phone (Those things are manufactured to be able to break a concrete floor if they get dropped and survive a nuclear explosion)

Saraia, Skylie and Darshaan making monsters (Darshaan and Mankind's Disgrace are the same dumbass for this evaluation)

Skylie accidentally making a song when a Zareenite venue forced her to go out way too early for her concerts (She was spending too long on her cosplay, which the venue thought was stupid)(She's having a LOT of anxiety the entire time)

Roshava, more often than most

A Zareenite manager's expectations of their employees

Everyone when Sai and Justinia are in the Evangeline Palace:

Skylie, Cyana, Angeline, Amber, Maui, Citrine and Rook at the Evangeline Palace for dinner (Cobalt invited them)(Amber was made to work in the kitchens by accident)(Cyana bluffed)

The Reformists and Knights of Favonius in Evangeline before Cobalt sided with them (Someone asked is Sai had dat ass)

Skylie and Darshaan sharing one brain cell

Amber as an infant eating fudge rounds

Random divines meeting Skylie at the DivineCon Skylie made

Skylie for no reason

Sai seducing Cobalt in their bedroom

Skylie meeting (And adopting) a 2 year old human girl who turns out to be a divine locked at 2 years old (First scene and the food scene are within a few hours of each other, the dancing scene is 30 years later, the fire is a century after, and the last 2 scenes are after 1,000 years, and she's still a toddler)(Her name is Mualani)

Skylie's adopted divine kids, the House of the Hearth, often

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NEW GENSHIN THEORY~ *POTENIAL PAIMON SPOILERS???*

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So, all this time in Genshin and NO ONE knows what Paimon is. We've encountered creatures, beings, and people of various walks of life and various ages, all along our journey as of 4.1's update. None of them seem to know what she is.

Amber called Paimon a 'mascot'.

Xiangling and many NPCs ask of she's 'some kind of food'.

Albedo asked if Paimon is an 'external organ' of the Traveler's.

Overworld NPCs have called her a 'white-haired talking fairy'. Some quest-locked Fatui NPCs have called her a 'seelie'. But we've encountered older beings who have seen real seelies, and even told us about them, and they never made mention of how this is knowledge Paimon should already know, nor did they say Paimon is a seelie. Meaning, she can't be a seelie. And finally, even elemental beings as old as the dragon sovereigns HAVE NO IDEA WHAT PAIMON IS.

What is she then?

She has a 'demon name' like all the gods(and Fischl) tend to have. Barbatos, Morax, Beelzebul, Baal, Buer, Focalor, Astaroth(Istaroth), Orobas(Orobaxi), Naberius, Marchosias, Decarabia, Amy(Fischl, I know)etc... They come from the Ars Goetia, and if we take that into account, then Paimon's namesake could be a hint of sorts. Focalor was known to drown people on ships and Buer dealt with philosophy and logic and loved using plants. It's not too farfetched of an idea at least.

Paimon is a direct servant to Lucifer, the Morningstar. Paimon is knowledgeable and is often depicted sharing vast knowledge and teaching others. Supposedly, he 'knows all the affairs of the world' and must answer truthfully when asked questions. Paimon's role in Genshin is to be a Guide for the Traveler(who travels the cosmos as a Star), and she is the one who taught them Teyvat's common language. In under 2 months. She's taught them much according to their joint character voice lines.

It seems to be a common theory that the Traveler is actually from Teyvat and is just returning after a VERY long time away. Ashikai, the fandom's best lore enthusiast and theorist, suggested them to be an old user logging into their account after a very LONG TIME AWAY. That would explain how they have no Constellation or alignment prior to touching a Statue of the Seven, but the moment they do, it stutters to life with a heartbeat and suddenly gifts them a Constellation.

Statues of the Seven are connected to the Ley Lines, which are connected to Irminsul, which holds all the knowledge and memories of Teyvat. So, the moment the Traveler 'signed in' the knowledge receptacle of Teyvat recognized them to an extent. We know the sibling is considered to be from Teyvat somehow, so it's likely that the Traveler is also from Teyvat, but their account's data has been lost or wiped.

This theory is pretty solid, and I like the idea a lot. So, I build off of it for this.

The Traveler awakens after losing their sibling to the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles and has no idea what is going on. They don't know what's been happening this entire time, and it's when they meet Paimon that they finally get information. That they finally find a way to even get to information.

So, my idea is that Paimon isn't actually a real being by herself. She's not the Primordial One with stripped memories. She's not the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles in disguise. She isn't a seelie who fell from heaven and forgot her origins. She isn't the remaining Moon Sister who forgot her origins.

I think she's just a manifestation of the Traveler's desperation. The Traveler can wield the Elements of this foreign world they've apparently never been to, and even knew exactly how to do so from the very beginning. Even has a line telling Paimon that they know why and how that is possible, but never explains it for the player. And Paimon just accepts that answer and moves on.

This entire time playing, Paimon's being has come up many times, and we always end up saying/hearing, 'Paimon is Paimon'. As if that's a good enough answer, but between the duo it apparently is. No explanation needed. And we know that the Traveler has A LOT of info they keep to themselves and don't bother sharing. Such as their knowledge of Khaenri'ah and actually being around when it got destroyed. This could just be another thing they keep inside.

I think Albedo was the closest out of all who question Paimon's existence. She isn't exactly an external organ of the Traveler's, but I think she's like... a Tulpa. I think the Traveler manifested Paimon through sheer desperation of not knowing what to do and where to go, and the Ley Lines responded by gathering all the necessary memories and knowledge they could as quickly as possible and gave it a form that the Traveler would instinctively trust. The Traveler is great with kids after all.

Paimon has never said anything about where she came from prior to meeting the Traveler. Even during deeply personal moments. At most, we know she was suddenly drowning and then the Traveler fished her out. But how was she drowning right where the Traveler was fishing, and the Traveler never saw her approach?

We do know that The Withering barely affected Paimon at all, much like the Traveler. When the Traveler gained the ability to manipulate Dendro they got additional abilities, and Paimon somehow also gained the heightened sensitivity to the Dendro Element. Enough for the 168-Day Samsara to finally wear off enough for not just the Traveler, but Paimon as well, to awaken from the cycle and break free of it. Nahida personally notes both of them were given the Blessing of Dendro. Finally, when the Traveler gained the ability to manipulate the Hydro Element, Paimon also gained the ability to breathe/speak underwater and swim infinitely in Fontaine despite how she supposedly cannot swim.

Both the Traveler and Paimon were easily knocked out by that odd pulse thing Dottore used. And it supposedly cannot be used on gods like Nahida, so Paimon and the Traveler aren't gods or beings with experience on how to protect themselves from such an attack. (This does not rule out the Traveler being some other kind of immortal being though.)

This makes it clear that Paimon benefits directly when the Traveler's powers improve/increase/strengthen. She gets a 'special sensitive constitution' simply because the Traveler does. The Traveler touched the Dendro Statue of the Seven, but somehow Paimon also received a Blessing? The same with the Hydro Statue of the Seven?

And many times over the course of the story, the Traveler and Paimon have had entirely silent conversations with each other in completely voice quests. Where they step back and simply stare at each other. Thoughts are written in (parenthesis) in Genshin, and many times have they communicated full sentences this way while others around them talk out loud. Maybe it's just a joke to show how well they know each other that they can have silent conversations with ease, but we simply cannot rule out the possibility that they might be mentally linked in some way. When they want to be.

Let's not forget how Paimon is often the voice of everything. And she is rarely in opposition to what the Traveler wants, believes, or thinks. In fact, Lyney at the end of Fontaine's AQ Act 2 might be the first time in the game where Paimon and the Traveler had drastically different opinions. Paimon wanted to stay and talk with Lyney and Lynette and the Traveler just walked off without looking back because they were angry. And even Paimon was shocked by that response.

It's just so weird how they gave the Traveler such an in-depth character but hide it all in their character voice lines(WITH Paimon btw). What would be the point of keeping the Traveler silent most of the time? Unless there is a reason Paimon HAS to be the voice. Cuz the Traveler is no Self Insert. With how this fandom whines about their reactions to things and responses, no one here is putting themselves in the Traveler's shoes.

So, Paimon is very closely connected to the Traveler, and panics when they separate for too long. She's been traumatized several times now by separation. She needs to speak for the Traveler. She exists to be the Guide for the Traveler. She can't imagine her life being any other way. It feels more like the Ley Lines just responded to the Traveler's intense emotions upon waking up and sent something along to answer those emotions. Like an imaginary friend, but more concrete in existence. And that needed their protection to make up for their loneliness.

Mind you, it's JUST A THEORY.

A GAME THEORY!!!

XD

EDIT, added November 3rd 2023, as of the 4.2 Live Stream: TULPAS EXIST IN GENSHIN!

So, this gives my theory a lot more ground to stand on, just saying! :D

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Death of destiny au Garmafam.

Misako, Garmadon, Skylor, Lloyd, and Unagami.

And a bit more info about the au!

So, the whole things actually starts right after the FSM imprisoned the Overlord on the Dark Island. He's realized that the two of them are equally matched, and even though FSM has managed to stop the Overlord for now, he would never be able to permanently stop him.

FSM travels to Cloud Kingdom, gifting the inhabitants the magic destiny-altering scrolls and quills and ink, and tasking them with finding a way to permanently end the Overlord.

From there, the Green Ninja Prophecy is written, and the scribes of Cloud Kingdom spend the next few millennia rewriting the lives of the citizens of Ninjago to try and fulfill the Prophecy.

Things go as cannon until Garmadon gets banished. Misako, instead of trying to just research the Prophecy and find a way to get around it, decides that the best way to save both Garm and Lloyd from the Prophecy is to take Lloyd and raise him to be evil with Garmadon.

The lead scribe (Fenwick? Was that that fuckers name?) doesn't think anything of this, writing off her efforts as too futile to even be a threat to their plan (cannon. The plan is everything that happens in cannon).

After all, what can a single mortal woman do against the power of Destiny?

A whole fuckin lot, actually.

Misako studies dark magic, takes control of the Stone Army, and breaks Garmadon out of the Underworld while Lloyd is still young, no older than a toddler.

The couple then turn their attention to conquering Ninjago, and raising Lloyd together.

Lloyd being raised by a demon warlord and a dark sorceress who absolutely adore him leads him to genuinely wanting to be just like them, and the Green Ninja proudly proclaiming that he wants to be evil, and actually meaning it, breaks the Prophecy.

And all the scrolls in Cloud Kingdom, freeing everyone in Ninjago from the grips of destiny.

Which leads to many characters forging different paths for themselves, like Skylor. She escaped from Chen's island when Clouse finally has enough and stages a mutiny, and gets caught trying to steal supplies from a camp of Garmadon soldiers. Garmisako realize that she's the Elemental Master of Amber (which is a Wild Element in my sort of expanded Ninjago lore), and decide to take her in.

They raise her like she's their own, and after some time passes Skylor comes to view them fully as her parents, and Lloyd as her little brother. As a teen, she is a brutal second-in-command to her parents.

Confession time, I still haven't fully seen S12 yet, but I know enough about Unagami to throw him in there too. He's found by or reaches out to the Garmadons, starts working with them, and quickly becomes friends with Lloyd.

The little drone thing is one of many that Unagami uses to interact with the physical world, haven't decided if/when he can start trapping people in the digital world, or what that would be used for.

Lloyd is a chaotic gremlin of the highest degree, fights with a mech, and also has a stinger hidden in that tuft on the end of his tail.

They're all Disney villains, and having an absolute blast menacing the entire continent of Ninjago together.

[naffeclipse]

I’m literally shaking after reading chapter 18, I’m not kidding! All of it shook me to the core!

I have the most intense shivers and goosebumps rn I swear!!

Get ready for more of me reacting to some of my most favorite bits from the fic~ (there are WAY more, but this would be way too long and messy if I included all of them :'p)

“The detector was right all along; there is a cryptid right on top of me.”

Moon stares at you before your words bounce back and set your face on fire.

“I mean, here!” you start, scrambling, “close in proximity—”

Oh Y/N, I love your slipups almost as much as the boys do X3

“Oh,” you breathe. “It’s not loaded.”

A beat passes in the quiet cricket song of the night.

“We know.” He doesn’t sound as mischievous as before.

It would seem you’re not the only one who’s still a bit jumpy.

They’re both so jumpy oh nooooo!!!! Sweeties!!!! :’0

The LORE!!! I still don’t know what the name Paahlott might mean, but gosh I looooove the concept of her! It’s so cool how OLD all the demons are! *Looking back at my "cave art" piece and getting a strong urge to make more stuff like it*

You know how badly I wanna draw the demon glamrocks don’t you X3 (just gotta get the time!!!)

“Can I see you?” you ask carefully. The humming against your spine stops. “I want to get an accurate depiction of you, if that’s okay?”

I LOVE how Y/N asks this, hesitating at first, but so polite and carefully!! AND THEY WANT TO DRAW THEM MORE ACCURATELY!!! SAME Y/N, SAME! XD

"Light,” they grumble.

“You’re being so freaky,” you accuse but lower the flashlight.

“Can’t help it.”

They’re so silly I love them! I’m so normal about the fact that they’re so mysterious, animal and freaky while in their true form but also in general after the reveal! Even knowing that Y/N likes it when they use their demonic powers! X3

They’re so cute omg! The way they sit in the corner, I can so easily visualize them sitting there in the low light. and how they turn away, scared, concerned and so deflated after the denied kiss!

OH MY GOD THE DENIED KISS!!!! NAFF ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!! I LOVED THAT SCENE SOOOOO MUCH, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW!!!!! THEY WERE SO EAGER FOR THAT KISS!!!! THE HUNGER IN THEIR FACE?!?! HELLOOOOO!!!!!!

Oh lord poor Y/N having to explain themselves with that deep blush on their face hvbasdhvsc

"Oh.” They pull back. Your hand falls through the empty space. The towering, imposing presence of their being turns icy cold. “We shouldn’t have—that wasn’t—we’re sorry.”

Meep live reaction: *Screaming into a pillow*

There it is! They’re afraid that Y/N is scared of them when they’re actually more nervous and excited than scared! It’s starting!!!

YEEEEES GRAB THEM BY THE HORNS!!! >:D

And the chest nuzzles to reassure them oh my lord!!!

“We were a bit quick, hm?” OH YES YOU WERE JKFGHADFJKGAHDFKJ

And then the little tongue flick! WILL YOU PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELVES FOR ONE SECOND BOYS XD

“Did you just lick me?”

“We enjoy how you taste.”

BOYS!!!! Gosh I love em sdjgabfd

Ok ok, calming down from that. Man I loved that!

I love the description of Monty! HE EATS JUST BONES?!? WHAT A BADASS!!!!! Crunch crunch~

“And he has impressive claws,” you note, musing.

Moon makes a low sound, almost a scoff.

“He’ll show you those. You never have to ask.” Moon lifts a hand, shadowed by a phantom limb, and the fingers wave and clench in exaggerated flair and spookiness. In a quiet but faux-bellowing voice, Moon growls, “Look at my claws, ohhh.”

JSHAKDLFGLDFHJGDFJH I COULD VISUALIZE AND HEAR THIS SO EASILY!!

"We were too hasty.”

“We were eager but they asked for time. We can give it.”

The vivid vision of your shocked expression and hand covering their teeth plays through them. Another twitch and cringe plague their vessel.

Aaaaw boys,, please don’t worry about it too much :’) *pats them on the back*

The red sand from the desert really doesn’t wanna leave Y/N alone huh… keeps sticking to everything...

Sun pulls the curtains open with a gentle whoosh. Amber beams shoot into the room, filling it with a squint-worthy brightness. You look up to Sun as he turns back, silhouetted in the window. Before you can comment on how nice he looks, the T.V. abruptly blares out.

I’M SO MAD Y/N NEVER GOT TO TELL HIM HOW NICE HE LOOKED!!!! D’:

There’s the picture! It has come back to haunt us! Oh they knew for a long time about our little demon friend,,

Halfway through the fight with the hunters I’m crying with my face in my hands! I know they’ll be fine! But I’m soooo scared for them! Having any of them get hurt makes my soul weep and ache! Moon! his face!!! NOOOO!!! The goo dripping like blood aaaAAAA!!!

I LOVE how Moon reacted to the exorcism and how quickly it affected him, immediately turning him into a writhing feral beast. And then how quickly Y/N comes to protect him aaaaAA MY HEART!!

“Naughty,” Moon growls so harshly, you and Rowe flinch in unison.

There he is!! >:D

You cry out a warning as a silver bolt flies for Moon’s faceplate. He falls back with a mighty tear of the fabric. You stare in shock, heart in your throat, to find the bolt pinning his beloved hat to the wall of the motel.

NOOOO NOT HIS HAT!!! I wish you could have heard my loud cry as I read that fjkghdfkjg

Rip Singh knee, ouch..

In one desperate motion, you find her shoulders and shove her towards the motel wall, hard. A sharp crack echoes. Her eyes widen before she slumps. She drops to the ground, halfway on top of you.

Oh no.

I’m in awe at Y/N’s strength, and man, this moment left me speechless.

You throw yourself into his arms and he catches you, spinning around once. His grip is deathly tight.

Meep live reaction: *Breathing heavily with tears in my eyes* They’re ok!!!

“Do you want us to stay?” he rasps, so soft and quiet.

Singh’s entire expression morphs into shock, staring in disbelief.

“Yes,” you bump your forehead against his, feeling the cool sensation of demonic goo, and whisper again, “Let’s go, sweetie.”

Pale eyes flash with great fondness.

CRIES!! CRIES SO HARD!!!

That was so good! SO SOOO GOOD!!!! I cannot believe we’re already halfway through the final episode!! HOW!!?

I know I use the word love many MANY times. Please understand that I mean it every single time!

Naff, thank you so much once more for yet another wonderful chapter! I am awestruck ❤️💖💕❤️💖❤️❤️💕💕❤️💖💕❤️

AHHH MEEP I'M SO HAPPY YOU LIKE IT!!! EEEE

Ahahhaa, yesss, now that Y/N knows, all those flirts aren't gonna sail over their head anymore, including their own slip-ups hehe

I wanted a moment of Y/N reassuring the boys. They are a cryptid hunter, after all, but the cryptid boys are safe, and that's what matters. ♥

Ahhhhh, Paahlott! She is powerful, even among demonic cryptids. She's a special one. AHHH, Meep! I'd die to see a lineup of glamrock demonic cryptids from you ;-;

I'm really glad you enjoy Y/N wanting to better capture the boys in their notes! Their first impression wasn't so great pffft

YES! Y/N is used to their dear friend and is well aware of cryptid antics, but having both of those loves together in one? Mind-blowing! But Y/N does love it hehe

ALSDFJASDF YEAH THE DENIED KISS! To be fair, this is Eclipse's first romantic relationship, so there's a learning curve, but they're learning and so is Y/N. It's just a matter of time and adjusting ♥ (but they still had to get a lick in, just a little taste alsdjfasldfas

Okay, I loved writing that scene of the book explaining Monty and Moon making fun of him, like, they're so much like siblings it's painful alsdjflasfdj I'm really happy you like that part, ahhh!

Exorcism is an excruciating process for a demonic cryptid. Moon reacting like that was him restraining himself, due to the vow, but man, if this was before.... he would have done so much damage for that.

Ahhhh, Meep! Thank you so much, babe! I'm melting onto the floor, you're so sweet and I love reading your reactions to the chapter every time ♥ ♥ ♥

[radiant-rosa]

Valentine sketches

Well here's my lil GNC kobold boy, Valentine! He's an OC of mine that I had for a long while, but haven't bothered to actually put his design into paper until rather recently (keep in mind that this isnt even his full design either lol, he's still missing his weapon and cape). About him. He's specifically a larimar kobold, a subspecies of kobold that have a physical and magical affinity towards water and ice. They all have smooth and soft scales, and along the Garnet and Amber kobolds, belong to the group of earthly kobolds. He's a member of the Lunar Church. To be precise, he's one of the Exorcists, who work to elimiate monsters, demons, and high profile heretics. Quite the rare sight, as the church is not fond of his kind. I could go on about lore stuff or even how he actually is like personality wise, but I don't think it's the time, nor do I think anyone is gonna be interested sadly

[catspores]

worldbuilding lore: magic biology

every living creatures lifeforce Is magic. you will always have at least a small amount of magic that a chamber in your heart generates and stores. the more magic you have, the stronger you are. magic can be boosted by training your magical strength (exercising your magic basically) or, if you're brave or stupid enough, you can take illegal substances to boost your magic, like steroids in our world.

the amount of magic you can safely contain depends on factors like if you're a human, monster or hybrid, age and physical health, and your devotion to a god.

humans are less magic than monsters by default; a somewhat beefy monster could easily take down the strongest human. anti-monster weaponry and spells were developed because of this. monsters face discrimination due to both mythology reasons i will explain later and their magic capabilities being used for fearmongering and propoganda spreading.

a human will be at the prime age for their magic potential in their late 30s to mid 50s. their bodies have matured enough to handle more magic than a younger human, but this will decline as they age. physical health matters, like your bodies existing physical strength; not just your magic chamber. you have to be built to withstand the energy of using magic. it will start to char you from the inside out otherwise.

monsters tend to be more powerful by default as their bodies are more made to handle magic. they were a product of evolution since the beginning of the world. hybrids can be just as powerful as solely monsters but solely humans can't.

while skintone only is impacted by magic if you are undead, hair and eye color depend on your magic capabilities.

if you have low magic, you will probably have a natural hair color. black is the exception in the case of demons. unnatural hair colors will naturally develop if you have higher magic energy in you. the brighter their hair, the stronger the magic. white hair is caused by a creature containing a large amount of magic energy for a long time

blue and green eyes are the default, this means you are an individual of low magic potential. these colors are viewed the way brown eyes tend to be in our world; plain, nothing special. brown, grey, and amber/yellow are high-powered humans, mid-powered hybrids, or lower-power monsters. red, purple and other non-natural colors are one of the strongest eye colors you can have. these belong to high-power monsters. black eyes are the strongest eye color of all as they solely exist within demons or otherworldly entities, but brown/grey eyes can be so dark they appear black. the vibrance of your eye color indicates power; a disabled person would have dull eyes and a very healthy one would have bright ones.

[pennysperfectpolls]

Adoption poll preliminary match 12

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Qiqi (genshin impact)

Venus (solarballs)

Bernadetta von Varley (Fire Emblem)

Only two will move on

Propaganda under the cut

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) Propaganda

He joined the lower ranks of the Ninja-Military at like five and then Dudes Father killed himself, he does not have a mother, when he was like six because he was bullied to death by the entire village for refusing to heed a rule that would have made him sacrifice a teammate of his.

After that he lived alone in the house where his Father killed himself and got like an obsession with not breaking the rules and they just let the kid keep running around in the Ninja-Military and a teammate of his "killed" right after he went "maybe sacrificing people for missions isn't good" pushing him out of the way of a bunch of rocks and then he got his dead teammates Red Ninja Eye transplated into his skull.

His other teammate killed herself by impaling herself in his hand in order to protect the village because she had a creature implanted into her that was supposed to come out and destroy everything, kinda like a living bomb.

I think this all happened before he was approximately thirteen.

And you know, there's only one more thing you can do now, as his teacher who's the highest governmental authority in the village and also dies by the way decided. Put him into the super secret (everyone knows about them) assassin murder furry corps. Where he spent like a decade before being spontaniously kicked out to go from professional government Killer to Teacher of possibly the most fucked group of children known to men, two third of which are tied to people from his past.

He's like twenty-seven and just another Orphan in Orphan Town. There is no one in your way, custody is ripe for the taking.

I'll be honest, I haven't seen Naruto, but I do know a good part of the Lore through other means. The guy reminds me of a rescue dog.

Qiqi (genshin impact) Propaganda

My girl tragically died trapped in a cave due to a demon battle, dying with sad thoughts so sad it gave her a Cryo vision. The Adepti felt bad so they revived her, but she came back as a murderous zombie so they had to seal her in amber for a long time. When she finally came out, she was peaceful but has a terrible memory and must follow commands now. In order to break her out of a command that makes her “stuck”, she has to be hugged and told that she’s loved… and when her main guardian tries it, it doesn’t work. And poor Qiqi has become the poster girl of “losing the 50/50” within the fandom, there’s even a whole lamenting song about “I pulled a Qiqi”. Well maybe I *want* a C6 Qiqi and am frustrated I keep pulling Keqing and Tighnari!

Venus (solarballs) Propaganda

Cute lil grumpy planet that has a gruff voice n hates being called by his namez meaning!!

Bernadetta von Varley (Fire Emblem) Propaganda

My Beautiful Bernie Bear! She needs to be swaddled in the comfiest blankets and gifted all the stuffed animals and insectivorous plants in the world. Her dad was super abusive beating her friends and tying her to chairs and her mom hired someone to kidnap her to send her to the officers academy. There she’s basically a child soldier but at least she’s away from her parents and gets a real found family.

She has so much anxiety and is constantly paranoid of everything so she spends most of the game locked in her room. She only comes out on specific occasions and in the one route where she feels comfortable.

She’s often the first person I talk to each in game month and she’s such a joy. She’s so creative and kind and ah! I want to adopt her so bad!

Also one of the ways people use her in game is to keep her at as low health as possible and that’s so mean and I need to protect her.

[ask-fake-chartreuse]

{The phone camera turns on and we see a young demon who shares an uncanny resemblance to another demon looking around nervously, occasionally facing the camera as he quietly spoke to it.}

I... Uhmm..... Hello, I'm.... I don't know, actually. Oh SFOTH...

Umm... I woke up recently in this odd... Storage room place and I'm trying... To find my way out of here..... Gotta be something around..

I don't know if this'll make it anywhere but... Just..... Gotta hope it does, I guess..

I'll, uhh, turn this off for now..

{Click. The recording ends there.}

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About Fake Chartreuse:

In the current form he has, he has two sets of horns that point upwards and is dressed in Blackrock's scientist uniform. His eyes are multicolored in blue, grey and amber with green slits and is 5'10"

He's extremely cautious and unsure of things, triple checking everything just to make sure it's safe

He has the abilities of the Chartreuse Periastron Sword, though he doesn't wield it himself

^ He's also unaware of this fact

Tags:

I can speak here.. [REGULAR POSTS]

Hello..? [ASKS & ANONS]

Who Where Why and What..? [WORLDBUILDING/LORE]

You feel... Familiar... [PERIASTRONS]

Something feels off... [SOULSTEALER]

Basic Rules:

General DNI list

No NSFW

No killing the Chartreuse

^ Actually you can but that is kinda not convenient for lore purposes-

Be respectful

No unnecessary drama

No, this blog is not necessarily related to the Order AU but interactions with/about it are allowed

Have fun

– ❎

[klaeus]

character interview.  

basics.

name: niklaus mikaelson.

nickname/s: klaus, the hybrid, the original hybrid, the big bad wolf, klaus the mad, etc. niklaus and nik can be used by a select few.

age: mid 20s / 6000+. verse dependent.

species: the original hybrid.

personal.

morality: lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

religion: nihilistic.

sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

known languages: most of them tbh, but heavy focus on english, italian, and spanish.

secrets:  they wouldn't be secrets if he blabbed about them, would they? but safe to say he has plenty of them.

physical.

build: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

height: 6'5

scars / birthmarks: a line a couple inches above his heart (and a matching one on his back) from when mikael pinned him to a tree with his sword while sparring.   

abilities / powers: way too many to list here, but there's a lore section on his carrd fdsjak.

restrictions: nonfatal; broken neck, the cure, desiccation, uninvited, vervain, wolfsbane, being daggered, dismemberment ( while extremely painful, due to the strength of the spell that turned him, klaus would even be able to heal from being dismembered. it would be a long and agonizing process, and would likely need to be aided by his allies. but he would continue to live on, even if he was never put back together - more of a curse than a strength, really ). fatal; white oak stake.

favorites.   

food: he doesn't have a strong passion for food in general, given the whole being a vampire thing. but he's always rather enjoyed italian and chinese food in particular.

drink: anything alcoholic, though he has a particular fondness for bourbon and vodka.

pizza topping: he doesn't care.

color: he tends to gravitate towards neutral colors, though enjoys a nice royal red or purple.  

music genre: depends heavily on his mood tbh, but classical and / or opera is a go-to for him.

book genre: nonfiction of all types, though he probably enjoys reading anything historical the most. being around to witness many of the things in history that people tend to write about, he's curious to see how accurately they're recorded.

movie genre: unironically enjoys cheesy romcoms, but will never admit it. it's mostly because he likes the carefree, lighthearted nature of them. if asked, he'd probably say something like documentaries or historical stuff, just to sound serious and ~manly~.  

curse word: fuck, though he most often will use bloody hell. 

scents: velvety sandalwood, earthy, musk with a base note of rich amber and dark, warm vanilla.

fun stuff.

songs: empty, letdown. don't pray for me, within temptation. twisted, missio. lost in echoes, caskets. dark matter, rivals. voices in my head, falling in reverse. the death of peace of mind, bad omens. all the king's horses, karmina. lion, saint mesa. born without a heart, faouzia. demons, jacob lee. last resort, falling in reverse. devil within, digital daggers. despicable, grandson. no rest for the wicked, klergy.

aesthetic: a man who goes by the name of death, loyalty to a fault, the smell of fresh paint, a dark gaze the color of the ocean at night observing every detail of the world with the sharpness of a hawk’s frigid gaze, a beast within that will never be satisfied, clothes stained with blood that isn't his, cruelty that has clawed so deep within raw flesh and made him more monster than man, fingers stained with charcoal, stubborn wounds that just won't heal, static filling the air before a lightning strike, a charming but threatening smirk, the howls of wolves within the dark, the smell of the forest after a rain, crackling fireplaces, whiffs of vanilla and amber.

sings in the shower: only if he's in an exceptionally good mood.

likes puns: he doesn't have a strong feeling about them either way, but will definitely make them if he thinks that will annoy someone.