#his name is valefar

[coffinkissez]

one of my obey me ocs :3

[paranormal-hitch]

Compared to the previous investigator, this peculiar one was more fond of ghosts. He had an eager aura to him, smiling quite like an idiot as he looked around, boasting about his feats to lure out a particularly strong ghost.

“Hark, spirits! Mine name is Valefar, and I am here to seek proof that beings such as thee do exist, and if I be correct, to engage in combat with one of thy kind!”

He's asking to be humiliated and humbled...

( @polaroid-angel )

>[Smoke began to fill the room as a ghostly humanoid emerged from the darkness. The ghost was just minding his own business until he spotted Valefar from afar, to which he was inclined to approach.]

["How strange. We've been getting many visitors lately."]

[polaroid-angel]

> "My, what a sorry sap you have become."

He's back at it again, exploring histories as they are not meant to be. His presence is often-so, sinister. Looking the man up an down, Rexer let out a small, but mocking chuckle. He looked ridiculous.

> "If I am not mistaken, you must be... Valefar, correct? Is that the foolish name this realm has bestowed upon you? I must say, you are much different from many other despicable look-alikes such as yourself..." (@protagonists-catastrophe)

"Nay, I bestowed that name upon myself."

How interesting.

This man looks seriously sinister.

He made sure to play it safe with this man. Anyone who resembled Porter was usually very... shy. But this one had a more oppressive aura to him.

No, he would dare to compare him to the Director.

"Though it be suspicious that thou knowest mine name. Who art thou?"

He asked, fiddling with the crystal hanging delicately from his neck.

[ditzyclown]

Little thing I made based on my first playthrough combined with my most recent one (lost 3 saves and somehow Pubre was my exact fiest follower two times) when shamura summoned pubre for the first time I went all "SHAMURA NO" alongside a few curses that would make the ancient ones tremble but managed to use the teleport to run away three times until my most recent playthrough where I found out it no longer worked in that section

I don't think the lamb would have appreciated having to kill their loved one anyway in such a way since in those times they were still quite attached to mortal thoughts and feelings until later on they became less serious about it once dealing and manipulating death became as simple as cooking something or smt

Also some silly au idea bellow lol

Behold, some silly doodles of my and my cousin cultsonas

He chose a fox at first but then we got a raccoon and he changed it and I made myself a worm same species and valefar lol

Our playthrough was mostly me playing when it came to fighting and he did all the cult decisions and managing of the cult grounds

Behold, my worm. I am still learning to draw her but her hair is supposed to be more curly and fluffy than valefar. she's a follower that has taken it upon themselves to do all the dirty work since Liano (name I put on my cousin's raccoon) sucks at fighting and she has a crippling ichor addiction. She's pretty much the devil on your shoulder and often taunts or makes fun of Liano because he refuses to revive his followers giving all of them funerals (she also ate a golden skull necklace once shh don't tell him) overall her philosophy is more like narinder's with her not seeing why contain death

Liano over here is interested in what the world has to offer now that more doors have been opened to him. He takes care of all his followers and is greatly saddened whenever one passes away. He's adamant in never reviving them, he would be the angel on your shoulder (the little rattau doodle is a reference at how we were mentioning how he was more like rattau and I like narinder xd)

I think narinder would have taken Antha as a vessel if she didn't reminded him so much of a certain sibling of his

Also silly doodle unfinished from moments before disastermy

[teecupangel]

So, instead of Desmond being in Final Fantasy X-2, what if (like in esama’s excellent ff7 fic), Yuna was able to contact him before or during the events of Final Fantasy X? And the Dream World/Zanarkand is like the Grey for Spira? Would he be an Aeon or would he be part of the FFX party? Or would he be using this time as a vacation of sorts?

Here’s the FFX2 version of this ask where Desmond becomes a sphere hunter.

So, for this one, I feel like if we place this with Yuna contacting him before or during the events of FFX, it would be during one of the times she’s ‘praying’ to the Aeons and that Aeon has a connection to Desmond in some form or another.

My suggestion would be Valefor for two main reasons:

1) She’s the first Aeon Yuna gets so that means Desmond would be summoned into Spira near the beginning.

2) Valefor is named after the demon duke of hell, Valefar, who is in charge of a good relationship among thieves (as a reference to the Brotherhood’s good relationship with thieves… most of the time)

For this one, we’ll make Desmond turn to an Aeon when he appears in Spira (if you don’t want him to be an Aeon, he’ll most probably get roped into helping the Al Bhed, he would be counted as an anomaly because no one knows how he came to be. He’s also the only Aeon to not have any Cloister of Trials and no one can summon him or control him in any shape or form.

As for his Aeon form, his form changes depending on what he needs and all three forms are based on Ratonhnhaké:ton’s animal forms in the DLC (eagle, bear and wolf). His ‘final’ form is a chimera version of it with all three heads, wings of an eagle, front paws of a bear and back paws of a wolf.

His ‘real’ form is a small creature with 5 hooks on either side of his blob-like figure and the insignia of the Brotherhood glowing on his body with one eye (similar to the Origin’s insignia). In other words, his true form is very similar to Yu Yevon’s form in the final battle but he’s white with the Assassin insignia being a light gold glow (which turn into red when he’s angry).

Not even Desmond knew this was his real form until Yuna’s party fought him after Yuna requested his help.

If you want this to be Desmond’s vacation of sort though…

He’s in Luca and gets roped into Blitzball.

Later on, Tidus headhunts him and he becomes the unofficial manager of the team while Tidus and Wakka are gone XD

(he is absolutely using Edward’s Bleed in Blitzball matches)

[konjkitkatty]

Ok so I’ve reread Boros’ information you posted and I have an idea for the minibosses of his realm

For the first miniboss it could be inspired by a Saharan Silver ant

These are fast ants that like the name suggests live in the Saharan desert, they have a shiny carapace that reflects the sun’s rays and prevents them from overheating. This boss would have similar attack patterns/abilities to Eligos, but instead of summoning red flies in that one attack they’d summon silver ants

The second mini boss could be inspired off of a Deathstalker Scorpion, which is considered the deadliest scorpion species whose venom is used to treat brain cancer!

They glow under a blacklight so at night in their follower form I’d imagine they’d glow a vibrant cyan. Their attack patterns/abilities would be similar to Hauras considering they’re both scorpions

The last of the minibosses could be inspired by a Sidewinder snake

They’re a desert dwelling snake species named due to their odd movement pattern, the reason for this odd movement pattern is to limit exposure to the hot desert surface. Their attack patterns could be similar to Valefar.

For Boros’ witness I don’t have much of an idea for, but it could be of a turkey vulture

Due to vultures being creatures of decay and leftovers.

Anyways why did you make me fixate on this time snake creature

Tumblr user rateater2000, literally where have you been all my life. Be my co writer. Help me write all my stories now. Your brain is too massive for me to not ask for help.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

summary: mammon might have been assigned to watch over you as the exchange student, but in return, you were assigned to watch over his gambling behaviour; a certain casino owner takes issue with that and personally sees to it that mammon's spending inhibition is thoroughly distracted

pairing: valefar (my oc) x gn!reader

warnings: manipulative behaviour, ngl you might not like val after this but trust me and trust the process jshsh

obey me! masterlist || valefar masterlist

It wasn’t a well kept secret that Mammon had taken a liking to you rather quickly. Give and take a week into your stay in the Devildom, belongings of the Avatar of Greed, like his tooth brush, cologne or charger, had taken up residence in your room, the demon himself spending every possible moment glued to your side as well. Because it was what Lucifer told him to do, of course.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for him to drag you to his favourite places around the Devildom, namely casinos. And the one he frequented most often was the infamous ‘Lion’s Share’ Casino, with its sleek and aureate exterior.

It definitely didn’t feel like the sleazy, underground places some might imagine when thinking of a casino, but rather like a luxurious establishment in Vegas. Every time you passed the impressive lion statues framing the entrance, your shoes clicked on the polished floors and you craned your neck to marvel at the dazzling chandeliers, you thought you entered another world yet again. 

As expected, Mammon was some kind of VIP around there, possibly because of his ridiculous spending habits, so the bouncers hardly glanced at either of you as you followed him through the heavy double-winged doors.

“Alright, human! Ready to be ma lucky charm again?” Mammon grinned as he ushered you in the direction of the poker tables. “A got paid real good for the last modellin’ gig, so A need ya to do yer thin’ and make me win big.”

“Remember not to go overboard, yeah? Or Lucifer is going to have both our heads,” you sighed as you flicked his biceps with your fingers. “I’m here to make sure you don’t gamble yourself into even more debt, did you forget that?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, ya killjoy,” he nudged you before dragging you along by the wrist, just as enthusiastically as before. Perhaps because he knew you’d indulge him just a little anyway. “Now, get comfortable and watch me get a royal flush.”

Unbeknownst to the excited demon and the human rolling their eyes, someone was watching them from the highest floor overseeing the casino, amber gaze fixed on the pair taking their places at the poker table. Mammon, of course, was already well known to the observer, having been a faithful patron since the casino had taken off, but the human was a recent addition to his trips.

Obviously, he already knew the basics about them; that they were Diavolo’s precious exchange student and were currently living with those brothers. But he had also tracked how Mammon’s willingness to high-stake gambles sunk whenever they were with the Avatar of Greed.

As the owner of the Casino, Valefar simply couldn’t have that.

“I think it’s time to show our esteemed guest the exclusive VIP rooms,” he said as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass and one of his men bowed before leaving to go fetch the human. 

The hair in the back of your neck raised before you even saw the bouncer approach your table but when his black suit came into view, you could almost taste the trouble in the air. You were about to alert Mammon, though you had made sure he didn’t cheat, when the huge demon tapped your shoulder instead and gestured for you to follow him.

“Is there a problem?” Mammon asked, game momentarily forgotten as he tugged you behind him. “If ya wanna talk to the human, ya gotta hafta talk to me too, ya know.”

“No,” the bouncer’s gruff voice scratched the air, “only the human. Boss’s orders.”

“A-Ah from the boss, ya say?” Your companion’s tone changed as he rubbed his neck. “Well, he knows not ta try anythin’ funny if he doesn’t want Lucifer and Diavolo breathin’ down his neck. Don’t keep the man waitin’ then.”

And with that, Mammon stepped to the side and ushered you to follow the security demon, not so discreetly ignoring the unimpressed glare you sent him. You were well aware he was indebted to the casino, so of course he’d fold like a house of cards the second its boss requested something of him, if only to not make his situation worse.

A very silent elevator ride later, you entered a dimly lit lounge area void of any customers. The long side of the room was entirely made of glass, making you guess it was the black one-way window front visible from the casino area. There, in a lounge chair, sat a demon, his arms resting on the sides of the chair as if he owned the place. You almost didn’t see him in his black suit against the dark background if the ice clinking in his glass didn’t give him away.

“Good evening, how are you enjoying your time at the Lion’s Share so far?” Elegantly, like a large cat, the man lifted himself out of his seat, leaving his drink on a table and straightening out his suit. As he rounded the table to approach you, he smoothly pulled one of his leather gloves off before holding out his hand to you. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Valefar, the owner of this humble casino.”

Startled by his bright amber eyes sparkling down on you, you shook his hand as if in trance and stammered your name. You didn’t know what you had expected when the casino boss was mentioned but probably not to be greeted by a tall, handsome man, with flawless tan skin and black hair swept back lazily. Golden piercings gleamed in the ambient light as he cocked his head to the side while studying you before revealing a fanged smile.

“I’ve heard much about you already,” Valefar said, voice velvety as he guided you to take a seat with a hand lightly gracing the dip of your back. “Only positive, of course. You’ll forgive me for wanting to meet you in person, won’t you?”

“Oh uhm- Sure, though I’m not sure I’m all that great,” you nervously laughed as he sat down opposite of you. 

“I’d beg to differ,” Valefar chuckled. “You know, I have an eye for all things valuable and you managed to pique my interest, so there has to be more to you than you give yourself credit for. Care for a drink?”

You were happy he switched the topic himself because your cheeks felt like they were set ablaze. “Only water for me please.”

“Not a fan of demonus, huh? I personally think you’re missing out but suit yourself.” As one of the staff set your respective drinks down in front of you, he whispered something to his boss, whose lips curved up at corners with a glance out of the window. Seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled a deck of cards as his attention landed back on you. “I noticed you seem to linger around the poker table whenever you’re here. Up for a friendly game?”

You halted. He’d been paying close enough attention to you to notice that? 

“It’s mostly Mammon who plays,” you said quietly. Thinking of your impulsive companion, you remembered your agreement with Lucifer, as much as you wanted to spend a bit more time with your new acquaintance. “Speaking of, I think I shouldn’t take up anymore of your precious time and return to the table.”

“Oh please,” Valefar’s voice soothed your troubles, “He is in great hands and I’d be more than happy to enjoy your company for a while longer. But if the feeling isn’t mutual, you’re free to return any time, of course.”

“If that’s so…” you contemplated for a few seconds, a little reluctant to leave this tranquil atmosphere. Besides, Valefar had been nothing but nice to you, where was the harm in staying a little longer? “Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so bad…”

“Splendid,” the demon beamed as he shuffled the cards. “I trust you know the rules?”

After playing a few rounds you were surprised to find the overall results to be tipped in your favour, winning slightly more often than losing. Maybe Satan had been right when he told you people favoured by Mammon found themselves to be more lucky?

“Wow,” Valefar chuckled as you dropped your cards on the table, winning another round. “You’re pretty skilled. I guess it’s my luck you’ve not taken up gambling at my casino in earnest.”

“I think I’m just lucky today,” you showed him a shy smile. “Playing cards is one thing but actually betting on it is entirely different.”

“You’re right, of course,” Valefar agreed. “But the rush you can get from winning big is entirely different as well. Not only knowing that you’ve won, but also seeing the look on the loser's face when you get your hands on what they wanted too. It’s quite the feeling.”

“Spoken like a true demon,” you laughed as you allowed yourself to let your gaze sweep over his well-built body again. Whoever tailored those suits for him knew what they were doing. 

“I can’t help myself, it’s in my nature after all,” he laughed easily. “You know, for a greed demon, claiming something that another demon also desires makes having it even sweeter. Places like this just encourage that feeling, that need.”

You swallowed at the husky tone his voice had taken on. Paired with the way his eyes were nearly blazing, resembling pools of molten gold as he looked at you, you had a feeling he wasn’t necessarily talking about money. 

“What do you mean with ‘places like this’?” Your voice came out thick as you tried to control the pounding of your heart, the parlour below long since forgotten.

“It’s a casino, sweetheart,” Valefar whispered, leaning forward in his seat a little. It was enough to have you unconsciously mirror him. “Sin is in the name.”

There wasn’t much you could say in return, only looking back at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Asmo had once told you demons resonated with places that encouraged their own sin and where else but a casino would greed reign supreme?

Valefar pulled you out of your thoughts with a contemplative hum. “Normally I don’t gamble while working but I feel like spicing up the night a little. What do you say we add some stakes to our little game?”

“Stakes?” You blinked at him, a little surprised. “I don’t have money or anything of worth on me though.”

“Oh no no, I wasn’t talking about money. I understand of course that your funds as an exchange student are rather… tight,” he smiled that charming smile of his. “So, won’t you at least hear my proposal? You could be passing up the opportunity of a lifetime after all.”

Somewhere, in the far part of your brain, a quiet voice warned you not to accept. This was a demon you were dealing with, there was no way he wouldn’t propose something that wasn’t beneficial to him. But there was no harm in hearing him out, right?

“Alright,” you acquiesced, your mind clouded by his heavy gaze on you and his cologne invading your senses, “let’s hear it then.”

“If you win,” his lips curled up at the corners, “I will consider all of Mammon’s debt to be paid.”

You choked on air at his statement. All of Mammon’s debt? You didn’t even dare imagine how many zeroes that number had attached and that fact alone made you pause. A greed demon like Valefar would not willingly give up a sum of that magnitude, so you shuddered to think about his next answer. “And if you win?”

“If I win,” he drawled, pausing either for dramatic effect or just to make you squirm in your seat a little (or perhaps both), “then you will spend an evening with me.”

“Spend an evening?” You were glad you hadn’t taken a sip of water after your little coughing fit or you might have done a spit take.

“Oh please, little lamb, where are your thoughts?” Valefar chuckled and the sound, as beautiful as it was, didn’t calm your nerves. “I was talking about dinner. We eat, we drink, we talk and see where the evening goes. Perhaps we can even consider what you had in mind.”

“I know what dinner is, thank you, I was just surprised,” you said before clearing your throat. Was he about to risk that much Grimm for a chance to take you out, basically?

“Excellent, so what do you say? Sounds fair, doesn’t it? Do we have a deal?” The way he tilted his head looked as innocent as it was deadly and when you didn’t outright refuse him, his smile revealed his sharp fangs. He knew he had won. “Come on, you can really only win here. Chances as favourable as these don’t come often.”

“Fine,” you agreed despite your gut feeling telling you otherwise.

“It’s a deal then,” Valefar concluded and held out his hand for you to take. With one glance out of the window revealing Mammon to be dangerously low on chips, you shook it…

…and shortly thereafter lost. By a landslide. 

“Oh dear, looks like the cards were in my favour this round,” the demon grinned, not a hint of remorse in sight. “I guess this concludes our little game… unless you feel like going double or nothing?”

Really, you should have seen this coming, you scolded yourself. Of course you hadn’t managed to win on dumb luck alone, not against someone like Valefar, who probably knew exactly how to play his cards right, literally. This was the exact reason people always warned you not to deal with the devil. After all, the house always won. 

“No, I think we should leave it at this. I know when I’ve lost,” you sighed, much to the amusement of the man in front of you. “Say, Valefar, why are you doing this? You could’ve asked for anything else.”

“Have you considered that I don’t want anything else?” His gaze was heavy on you, burning like coals when you met it and your blood seemingly heating up in return. Suddenly, you felt a strong sympathy for the lamb trapped by the lion.

“But.. why me? I mean,” you gestured to him and to your surroundings, “you could’ve asked anyone.”

“Do you really think I’d be satisfied with just ‘anyone’?” Valefar raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow and mirrored your gesture. If it wasn’ t so obvious what he was implying, you would’ve kicked yourself for assuming someone would think this highly of you. Instead, your heart nearly jumped out of your throat. Then, however, he sighed and it dropped to your gut. “Well, if you really feel going on a single date with me is that repulsive, it cannot be helped–”

“No!” You surprised yourself with the steadiness and conviction in your voice, clearing your throat as you leaned back again. “No, that wasn’t what I was trying to say. I just didn’t think I was that interesting.” 

“Sweetheart, I told you I have an eye for that sort of thing,” he winked with one corner of his lips lifted as mirth danced in his bright eyes. Watching him comb through his dark hair with his fingers and leaving it slightly tousled, you thought you might actually have won your little bet. No way going out with someone like him could be considered a loss. Then, your gaze fell on his golden watch and something in your brain stirred.

“Oh shit!” Scrambling for your DDD, adrenaline shot through your veins when you saw the time. Lucifer was going to have your head for real. “I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I’d love to talk more–”

“-- but you’re being expected at home, I’d assume,” Valefar easily guessed. Rising from his seat, he offered his hand to you and promptly linked your arms when you gingerly took it, his warmth enveloping you even through the thick material of his suit. “Let me escort you to the door. It’s the least I can do after keeping you to myself for so long.”

When you stepped out of the elevator, you were already met with Mammon, who was arguing with one of the bouncers, tapping his foot impatiently. The Avatar of Greed didn’t notice you approaching, still guided by the casino owner, until said demon spoke up.

“Mammon, my friend, what a pleasure to see you tonight,” Valefar’s smooth voice passed the entrance area. Despite his friendly tone, Mammon tensed up at the sound. “I hear you’ve been wracking up quite the bill again, hm? Not to worry though, if you win big next time, it’ll be easy enough to settle.”

“Val, buddy–” At Mammon’s shaky voice you found it hard to believe he was the actual Avatar of Sin in this situation; the roles might as well be reversed at this point. “It’s nice ta see y– HEY WHY’RE YA SO CLOSE TO THE HUMAN? Ya need ta back up!”

“Hm? Oh this?” Valefar asked innocently, slightly lifting your still intertwined arms for emphasis. “Ah, I thought I might as well practise and get comfortable with this for when our actual date rolls around, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You did not get the chance to respond.

“Date?! SWEETHEART?!” You weren’t sure what was more likely, Mammon popping a vein or him hitting something incredibly expensive as he flusteredly gestured with his hands. “Just what do ya think yer playin’ at here?”

“I’m not playing at anything,” the demon by your side appeased. “Asking someone out isn’t forbidden, is it? It’s not like you asked them out, did you?”

“Ah, n-no– A didn’t–”

“Well, then I don’t see where the problem is,” Valefar smiled his gorgeous smile as Mammon’s face fell. The former didn’t seem to pay him much attention though as he turned to you instead. “Again, it was a pleasure to finally meet you and I’m looking forward to learning more about you when it’s just the two of us. Don’t worry about the details, I’ll let you know when the  date is set. For now, please make sure to have a safe trip home.”

As he uncurled his arm from yours, his gloved hand lingered on yours and he gave it a fond squeeze. It distracted you from his other hand reaching up to gently caress the side of your face, his eyes tracing the movement of his thumb over your cheekbone. There wasn’t much time for you to savour the feeling or think about what to say, merely able to hastily wish him a good night as Mammon already dragged you out of the casino and onto the streets of the Devildom, bickering with you the entire way back to the House of Lamentation.

Back in the privacy of his room, Valefar stretched and cracked his neck both ways before letting out a sigh. Pouring himself another drink, he bid his assistant in as they knocked. “So, what’s the result?”

“Mammon lost double the amount compared to when the human was with him,” the shorter demon responded as Valefar took the report detailing his favourite customer’s spending and humming in contentment at the numbers. “Sir, if I may ask, was it really necessary to go this far? Distracting them is one thing but taking them out–”

“Hm? Oh that,” the demon nonchalantly acknowledged as he flicked some lint off his black suit. “The casino can run one night without me. But if I choose a time where Mammon normally comes in, we can get him alone again and you know what that means.

“Besides,the little lamb doesn’t gamble,” Valefar added, swirling the liquid in his glass. “So even if their little heart were to break, we’re not losing out on profit. On the contrary, the chances that they stay away from the Lion’s Share rise significantly, leaving the Avatar of Greed with no one to control his spending.”

On top of that, he hadn’t been lying when he said getting his hands on something someone else coveted always felt more exhilarating than simply winning the jackpot himself. Recalling the look on the other demon’s face, Valefar couldn’t hold back the grin splitting his lips.  

“The house wins.”

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[albinocapybara]

Finally after being stumped on a name for so long, the LeshyCat children concept is here, first, of course, some info on the parents :)

(Btw im not a native english speaker)

If you have any questions about them or my other headcanons feel free to ask too!

How they met: Due to his injuries making it extremely difficult for him to adjust to his new life in the cult (let alone how he would now have to learn how to live with a mortal body again) on his own, the Yellow Cat (who i will be referring to as "Amare" from now on) was assigned as his caretaker to help him deal with the necessities that came with being a mortal again (sleep, water, physical activities and so on) on top of the problems that came with his injury. While Leshy at first felt insulted by this treatment (the whole "i was a god i can do this without the help of some mortal yada yada" thing), he soon realized it was for the better (while also realizing his feelings for Amare :3).

Leshy: Freed from Purgatory in the cult around 100-ish years after his death and 15 years after Narinder was overthrown by The Lamb. All his high priests and his witness (Amdusias, Valefar, Barbatos and Agares) had passed away before his arrival, making the former and current gods of death the only "familiar" figures in the cult (they both changed so much after their last encounters), although he still avoided both of them most of the time (Narinder because of his conflicting thoughts about the older brother, and The Lamb somewhat out of anger at them but mostly fear due to how traumatic Purgatory was for him), but dont worry they eventually made amends along with the rest of the bishops :). Also became friends with bat follower but she isnt relevant for this post

Amare (the Yellow Cat): Rescued from being sacrificed to the dead bishop of chaos in Darkwood after followers of the Old Faith killed everyone else from his village, works as a farmer in the cult. He was the only follower (aside from the first five followers of the cult, who are kept alive and act as advisors and friends for The Lamb) that knew of Leshy's past as an bishop, and though he still held resentment for the former god, The Lamb's seeming disposition to forgive him made the cat consider doing the same for him, volunteering to be his caretaker. Once their relationship was made official, he was given a golden skull necklace to ensure the two could stay by each other's side for eternity.

Now for the children hehe

They are twins (as ive mentioned in my other posts), a daughter named Camellia (Amare chose the name) and a son named (drumroll please im so proud of this name) Havoc! (Name chosen by Leshy of course).

They both have green moss-like fur from Leshy, and the head shape of a cat from Amare, but other than that their bodies are very distinct due to inheriting different parts from their parents

Havoc: His limbs and tail, as well as his longer whiskers, are from Amare, giving him a silhouette very similar to a cat, aside from the antler-like branches he got from Leshy, he also has two sets of eyes like Leshy used to have once, ironically though, he has rather poor eyesight, needing glasses to see things that are a bit too far. Despite his name he is actually pretty calm and enjoys the peacefulness of the cult, though this doesnt mean he is opposed to some occasional mischief, specially with his sister. Wants to help with teaching when he becomes of age (also im thinking about the idea of having him figure himself out as transfem but thats for another time)

Camellia: her limbs and tail, being from Leshy, are quite a bit longer and thicker than her brother's, giving her a broader and taller silhouette, as well as making her quite a bit stronger physically, she also has only one set of eyes and shorter whiskers than her brother, as well as no branch antlers. Is a very active person, playing with other kids and sometimes helping adults with tasks that wouldnt risk injuring her (most of the time they dont let her though). Also loves doing pranks and other forms of tomfoolery around the cult along with her brother. She is also very protective of him, getting into multiple fights with kids (and a drunk adult one time) who pick on him (aka bullies). Wants to follow her parent's job of farming when she comes of age.

[gasha40k]

It’s looking exceptionally bloody out here. Lots of good progress on my Khorne lads recently, and lots of good reading progress, too!

To start, I’m now about 3/4ths of the way through Khârn: Eater of Worlds, and it’s going pretty good so far! Lots of murder, which is par for the course for a World Eaters book. I like how the book expounds upon the Legion and its structuring quite a bit, as it’s one of the only Heresy-era novels where we get to see the Legion without Khârn or Angron. I like the Caedere a lot, I like how Dreagher is a normal person, and I like the human apothecary, Skoral, and her cool ceramite arm. I’m excited to see how it ends, but that’s enough book club.

A living myth known by countless infernal titles across the stars—the Apostate Scion, Betrayer of Valefar, Exile of the 8th, Deserter Lord—yet who himself claims none, Lord Akselos is a nigh-untouchable killer whose very name heralds the singlehanded slaughtering of entire worlds.

This is the Deserter Lord Akselos. Akselos was introduced to the blog a handful of posts ago when I first built him, but since then, I’ve not only fleshed out much of his backstory, but I’ve also given him a coat of paint and a nice base to go with it.

Billowing black cloak and beckoning hand for Khorne worshipping purposes, and definitely not because he is a bitter and melodramatic individual

I’m really happy with this mini. It may not be my best paint job, but I think it’s a solid kitbash, and all together, I think that he looks super cool. I am definitely satisfied with how he turned out. The painting isn’t super advanced but it’s cohesive and pleasing to the eye. This model also gave me a few challenges, primarily painting white. I’ve only used Wraithbone so I was a bit horrified using Corax White, but I think it turned out pretty okay.

Another challenge was figuring out how I’d base him. Because I want most of my World Eaters army to be visually similar, I figured that whatever base Akselos got would be the same base that I’d give my other World Eaters, so I had to decide on what would best fit both him and the rest of the army. I decided on some black, sort of mountainous rubble-rock with inlaid skulls (for Khorne, of course). I’m going to go over this and place some little patches of Valhallan White to break up the grey and I’m going to splatter the blood paint on the white snow, but this’ll definitely do for now.

Of his many names, Akselos is known most bitterly as Oathbreaker by the Ultramarines 8th Company, or at least by those few that remain in the 8th who still remember him.

I tried to keep the visual theme of asymmetry pretty strong throughout this model. Akselos’ soul is deeply conflicted, and has been for some centuries now. Currently, he is torn between two existences: that of the renegade Ultramarine, desperate for vengeance, and that of the Saint of Khorne, struggling to ascend attachment.

His right arm is made of Ultramarine bits. The Macraggean pauldron and Tacticus arm are all that remain of his old armor. Akselos wears this defiled heraldry as both a constant memento of his shame and a constant reminder of his hatred.

His left arm consists of Eightbound bits, who are the most daemonic units in the World Eaters roster. It’s visibly more corrupted than the rest of his body. After losing his human arm in a particularly desperate battle, the Ruinous Powers gifted Akselos with this charcoal black replacement. He pays for the gift by frequently nourishing it with the blood of the slain.

This won’t be Akselos’ actual squad, his escort squad will be a bunch of similarly white-headed Berzerkers built with Legionairy bodies to represent that they’re more renegade than WE

Akselos isn’t alone, though! I’ve officially “finished” my first squad of World Eaters. Again, the bases aren’t quite done. I’m going to add bloodstained Valhallan Snow to essentially all of these. I may also do place transfers here and there, and I’m definitely going to highlight Wally and Akselos, but the models and bases are done to a reasonable standard and I’m satisfied with calling them finished.

Shoutout to Wally he’s a day one

Here’s the squad leader, Kardon the Eternal, otherwise known as Wally the World Eater. Kardon is a veteran of unknowable age. Some claim that he fought for Khârn after Terra, some that he’s a hero from the Great Crusade, but all agree that he has been alive for millennia with the sole purpose of claiming skulls for Khorne. I think he’s a neat little homage kitbash and a solid paint job. Kardon looks purposely kinda simple so that he can either fit with a larger squad of 10 Berzerkers or lead a smaller squad of 5.

This is his squad of 5! Not much to say about the rest of these bozos, except that the first guy had a bit of a “stepped on” incident and I lost the haft of his axe, so he wields a little chain hatchet now. I like to think that the axe actually started as a two-handed Eviscerator, and over time, this guy has slowly whittled it down into a baby axe by hitting shit with it way too hard.

That’s all I got for now. Very happy with where this army is going. I hope to soon get my hands on Angron, and that’ll be a huge fucking chore, but it’s super exciting because I’d love to field that man. Beastly unit and awesome character. With Khârn, Invocatus, and Angron, I’ll only need Azrakh the Annihilator to finish my World Eaters canon character collection, and I’ll only need… a lot more units to boost my collection to 2,000pts. I’m hoping to eventually get my hands on the Combat Patrol to bolster my numbers, but that won’t be for a while since I’m a broke ass bitch. Thanks!

[classified-coworker]

Hiya!

Valefar wanted me to let you know that some dweeb named porter wants to talk to you!

"..."

"Valefar... Valefar."

>[He seems to forget who that is for a second, repeating the name until it sticks to a face in his mind.]

"Oh! Valefar! Theatre kid! Right!"

>[His smile drops]

"Why would he want me to talk to this Porter guy, now? I mean- he was only supposed to be a middleman for me and Mr. Director..."

[benilos]

The first night in the Cult Grounds after taking her was a bad one. The hornless goat screamed the entire night, banging against the stocks she was in for hours on end. The Lamb was thankful for the fact that they'd built the prison so far from the village. When he arrived at the prison after the morning sermon, she was weakly pawing her cloven feet against the ground, blood staining the grooves in the dirt.

She didn't respond to his presence, only singing softly in a language the Lamb was still a bit dodgy on. She sang of something in the woods, beasts and gods. They stared down at her, her hair wet from sweat and sticking to the chunks of horn that still remained in the top and base of her skull. She had once had 4 horns, much bigger than their own, what a sight she must have been then.

Clean, powerful body she had, lean and surprisingly strong. She sometimes employed the gauntlets, but usually it was daggers, whatever the power the Green Crown had given was similar to that of the Red, but her abilities were more primal. Tied to earth and creatures tied to it. Something as unpredictable as life itself. Perfect for a disciple of Chaos. According to Narinder, she was chosen to become the next Bishop if Leshy ever fell to him. Each Bishop had this back up plan, a successor already chosen and hidden away. Now she was by far the toughest of the Darkwood disciples he'd faced, possibly a worse fight than Leshy himself. He lost 5 followers coming back from having her daggers in his throat.

Eris was her name. She was beautiful. Simply dressed aside from the cloak she wore, a perfect match to Leshy's. Her right cheek had a scar, where she'd apparently gouged her own eye out to offer to Leshy multiple times, each time growing it back from scratch. The Lamb wondered what it looked like when it was only half formed. Narinder knew a lot about her for some reason, and he'd avoid the Lamb's questions whenever they asked why.

The Lamb knocked on the stocks, but Eris didn't move. Only singing softly to herself in that old language, though her legs slowly stopped pawing the ground as she went limp. The Lamb crouched next to her, their face tilted just so that their lips brushed her ear.

"If you promise to be good, I'll have Amdusias look at those hooves for you. But I have to be sure you won't gut my flock."

"The second you let me out of these stocks, I will fucking kill you and every single fucking person here. I will free Amdusias, and Barbatos, and Witness Agares, and Valefar, and I will take my children home with me to Darkwood, where we will then bring Leshy back from fucking Purgatory. Even if we have to give our lives to do so. Go fuck yourself, Lamb." She never stuttered, never hesitated on a single word. She spit each curse out at them, never moving an inch. The Lamb grinned, barely turning so their lips brushed over her temple.

"Then you will rot in these stocks, and be mine in the afterlife." The Lamb stood, turning to head towards the center plaza. "Don't worry, Eris! You will see your god again soon, one way or another. But I will be back to re-educate you, I have to check on my flock. See you soon!"

[sitraachranovel]

An excerpt from the book; A History of the World After & Its Denizens by Noctua Quill

"(Pages from an untitled codex of illustrations recovered from the late Zagan Era, circa 4795, Epoch 341934.) The illuminated lettering around the edges of the pages reads as follows starting from left to right:

[left most vertical] The Patron Devil of Thieves

[top horizontal] Master of Ephemeral Arts

[right vertical] The Many-Tailed Thief

Opposing page

[right most verticle] "Materials For Summoning:

A Few Gold Coins

Three Bottles of Fine Wine

One Book of Stories

Nine Drops of [the Summoner's] Blood

[bottom left] BEWARE. IMPORTANT UNIQUE GLYPHS.

(These are unique glyphs used in the summoning of Lord Valefar. Each Goetic has their own set that must be included in the Summoning Circle otherwise they either may not appear or will appear but be not contained to the circle, which, in many cases, would be undesirable, let alone fatal, to the summoner. The meaning of some of these symbols have been long forgotten, being used only in these instances, but Valefar's, loosely translated, reads: "No Tricks, No Trade". Thereby binding the Patron Devil of Thieves and preventing him from conjuring any illusions or making attempts at résistance. Not mentioned here for unknown reasons, is that all Summoning Circles must be drawn in a radius of 2 or more meters. It should provide sufficient space for the Demon to remain comfortably seated.)

[right bottom] (Valefar's Summoning Circle. These must include the aforementioned glyphs as well as the Demon's Sigil. The blue markings invite the summoner to "place offering here". Thus, the objects mentioned in the above list of summoning materials will be placed in the designated spots. The tilt to the circle is important as mathematics have as much significance to the Goetia as words. These coordinates designate that Demon's unique position in the universe - essentially a tele-wire number. Misplacing the Circle can result in the absence of the Demon's manifestation.)

The small text is Ingris-Lorician and reads as follows:

"Duke Valefar retained his title of Third among Twenty-Three Dukes for as long as anyone can remember. Secretkeeper to Her Royal Highness, King Beleth of the Third Circle, he acted as a trusted advisor and loyal consort for many hundreds of years.

Before his death, Lord Valefar was renowned for his mastery of illusion and thievery, and was unmatched in his ability to shapeshift. His unique talents among the Goetia had him simultaneously respected and cautiously regarded despite his gregarious nature. He was otherwise a known trickster and miscreant, who relished in sowing chaos among the Court.

This Reputation extended to those outside of the Goetia, and well into the World Before, where those who wished to summon him would have done so expecting a blessing of charisma or good fortune in whatever devious exploits they intended. Otherwise, Lord Valefar was often called upon in matters of thievery, charlantry, or reconnaissance, and was, perhaps somewhat paradoxically, respected for his penchant for fairness in all dealings. However, it was the convalescence of these qualities that in turn ultimately led to his downfall.

Regarded as the catalyst for the event now know as the "Akashic Purge", Duke Valefar accomplished this by besting Fifth King Purson in a bet that he could steal his Horn within three days. Having done so, the pompous Duke decided to announce his success by blowing the instrument, which has the power to herald the End of Days. While he was stopped before the call could be completed, the damage had been done, and for his crime he was to be drawn and quartered. His Nine Tails, source of his power, were excised from him and distributed among the Eight remaining Kings by King Beleth Herself as a sign of solidarity against the events that were to come.

The whereabouts of Lord Valefar's Tails, and whether their Power was used at any point, remains unknown. For his disgrace, his name was to be stricken from the Infernal Court, his seat left vacant, albeit conditions resulting from the Purge have instead, made him something of a folkloric figure in the four hundred years following."

(Notice that the amount of time used to calculate Valefar's absence is expressed via the human calendar. While the author of the text is unknown, this gives an inherent clue as to their identity.)

What this text does not describe is King Beleth's enabling of Lord Valefar's antics, and it is of this Scholar's firm belief, that in doing so, she may have inadvertently coaxed these events into place. Not to speak ill of Her Diligence, but the King's soft spot for her Secretkeeper was plain for all to see, and was something she had been repeatedly cautioned against, as she had become somewhat over-reliant on his more distinct talents in order to compete with the egos of the other Kings. Her Majesty was as much the "Truthteller" as she was the "Truthkeeper". Her inability to lie coincided with her ability to detect lies in all things said and all gestures performed. Valefar's powers were futile to her discerning eye, but less so to others. She was wise for keeping him close, but in the opinion of this Scholar, foolish for being so lenient on him and allowing him to enjoy immunity for his crimes against others up until his own hubris cost her everything. In truth, it was remarkable that she was not subject to the same fate by the other Kings even with her gesture of sacrificing her consort's body in the hopes that they may aid in the mitigation of the coming disasters. One can only hope that the King's gift of foresight extended to anticipating the nature of her subject, and that her willful ignorance bore consequences she was willing to accept in order to indulge in his affection. Alas. Duke Valefar would have most likely become amused at the overall futility of his sacrifice. Irony being a favorite form of comedy. And his undying love for his King would doubtless hinder any compulsions of vengeance or violence, the Duke being as helpless to forgive those he loves as Her Majesty.

What might be seen as a source of vexation for many, Lord Valefar almost always interpreted as a challenge to enjoy, much to the dismay of those around him. However, even should his Soul find its way back from the World Before, he would surely find the reunification of his lost parts a daunting task. This assuming that there will even be a world to which he may return as the Purge continues onward, a fact which the mortal population seems to remain blissfully ignorant or, altogether, uncaring.

[polaroid-angel]

I don’t know how to go about this. And I DEFINITELY know you barely know who I am. But you mentioned uh uhhhh someone I know, right? And your name is Valefar from what I heard from Asmo.

The Angel you mentioned. He’s not doing…well. Well, he’s not hurt at least. I can say that. There’s this person who has him inside a building and-and I….I don’t know what to do. I can’t do much and all I can do is just make theories!

>[The anon goes into a downward spiral. Going on and on about a fire…and about abandoned buildings?]

Maybe you can help him? I know one person is helping but the more the merrier…right? Please?

[theorist anon]

"Easy, calm thyself."

It's not like he's panicking either.

"From what I gather, Forcas hath been captured by a person and is within a building?"

What an interesting tip-off. The anon went on a downward spiral about abandoned buildings, but most notably, a fire.

A fire labeled arson case in the 1960s fated to be left unsolved as the perpetrator had not been found. This was the same case Forcas grew strangely attached to.

"I'm just finding more clues. What if the cult set the fire?"

Oh, how his assumption was wrong. Valefar knew there was more to this "fire" and Forcas's captor.

He needed to be serious. To prove himself worthy.

"Couldst thou tell me where his last known location was?

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL SOTF(The Spousal Trio) : "Getting Popular on my likes!

Hello Cultists, so i've been seeing some ppl are Liking my spousal trio fanarts for Sammi, Dimmi & M3ggy! which i would like to say Thank You all so much! i really am proud all of the effort on ibis paint x payed off while my Laptop was Out of Order(until now that is!) and will keep those Fanarts on the App forever as memories & my 1st ever test arts on it! and maybe someday i'll do more on ibis since i'm still more used to MS Paint but it's always good to try something new.

anyways i just edited that now all 3 of Lambert's spouses have a few siblings(mainly older brothers) with Sammi having her older brother Marvin Nosferatu, Lady Dimmi having her older brother named Silver Dimistru(who escaped during the massacre of The Old Faith and is possibly still alive, with his lil sister Emerald being safe at the cult recently) & finally M3gan having her older brother named Chucky(Yep how original lol) who is also rumored to be deceased but is actually still alive & searching for his baby sister M3gan. so all three girls have brothers now which is related to myself with me & my big brother having a close relationship & still do so that's why i'm always giving many characters older protective, loving, fun & caring Eldest or Older Brothers/or Sisters in their respective families.

Anyways more Fanart is coming, just going thru a bit of artist block but i think i figured out what i'm gonna draw today! hope you all liked this post, and last but not least : Massive Motherly Monster(Mother Monster) & Father Delvolver Digital(Father Delvolver) are Officially Lambert & Lamberina's New Foster Parents! with their offsprings of M.M & F.D being both of the young leader lambs's foster sibs in their new family!

with Lamberina being now married to Valefar, their son Barnaby being immortal and part of the extended family aswell & with now Valefar having a Twin Brother named Vafo(after twitter user/cotl artist @HusValo(or @Va_Follower) on Twitter(X).com. which he's a Missionary aswell as Val's other Brother Mono. so Now all of The Valo Siblings are all Lamberina's In-Laws & with them also being Barnaby's Uncles!

and also one more status story update with Sammi & Midge's "Biological" Born Daughter Maxine Butterfree II & her now Husband Apollo Soulfull Mushroomo II they are now Parents to their 2 Daughters(Hellena & Paige Soulfull) and with Sammi & Midge's Offspring Line have expanded & updated quickly while i was playing with before it was only Maxine but now it's : Maxine(Eldest Daughter), Ella Bloodsucker(Middle Eldest) & The Twins Dayton and Kaitlynn Bloodsucker!

[cotlfanficspromptsblog]

COTL SOTF Fanfic(Reboot)

Chapter 1 : "Welcome to The Midsummonar Cult of Sin!"

1-16-24(The Rise of Sin)

Day 23 of Midsummonar Cult..

"Twas The Dawn of a new day at Lambert's Cult which the young lamb now fully adult sheep becoming the rich, worshipped & faithful leader towards all of his cultists! but things weren't always gonna stay the same forever though like most things in life..

Things Change for The Better or for The Worse. but thankfully for Lambert & his Cult along with his Sister Angelique, The Old Faith was rather genuinely faithful towards them.

Lamb was then going indoors into the Temple with his Oldest & Newest Members/Followers all ran and gathered into the Temple like a herd of sheep and waited excitedly to hear today's sermon and become inspired by their leader's words of inspiration.

One of those Followers were Lambert's First & Oldest Members a Black Cat named Chapplin, a White Sting bee named Camila & one of The Ex Minibosses of Darkwood Valefar(or Mrs. Val or Val for short) Lambert's Most Trusted Missionary Forager.

The 3 were chatting together in the crowded temple filled with other members while their leader was setting up the podium & donation chest to store today's temple charities.

C : "Gee today might be another great sermon! don't you think ladies?

C (Camellia) : Sure it is chappin, we've been in this cult for only 23 days now *scoffs* you think you realize the routine of the leader by now right?

V : Oh cmon now sugarcube i feel's like somethin different gonna happen today, i can feel it in my bones & blood!

Chapplin & Camelia both shrugged their shoulders and turned around to see their leader announce today's sermon & good word of the day.

L : *ahem* Good Morning my Wonderful Cultists!

Everyone : Good Morning, Oh Mighty Leader!

L : TY!. Now Today's sermon is.. what the hell? why's everything rumbling..

All of a Sudden The Temple started rumbling & everyone in the temple started looking around until their heads all looked upwards at the lamb's red crown floating on it's own sentience until all went red..

The Void Lambert entered into was not the same as Reality's but only saw the bright red void the crown had created but not only that but the crown had no longer looked like the same as before but rather much different appearance & form..

The Crown had took the form of a Serpent like form as it slithered towards Lambert rather sinisterly like.

The crown then looked at lambert with it's piercing red eye and suddenly slithered towards him all while the young fluffy lamb stared hypnotically back at it in confusion but wonder and curiosity. but before Lambert could say anything the crown finally spoke to him!

R.C : Hello there young lamb, i seen i've haven't fully shown my true form yet nor have i decided to show my sentience to you. but as you've probably wondered now can speak & talk but not only that i am here to give you a new purpose now that you have grown from being a weakling to a mighty powerful little wooly god!

"The Reason i'm coming to you now is to guide you new position & put it the highest test imaginable. Changes in the scenery!

The Serpent Crown then asked Lambert answer his question and waited for his answers to them aswell as at least trying to be out of the trance it put him in.

R.C Puts Lambert out of The Red Trance

L : Ugh my head.. oh yeah as for you question, mind telling me whatever it is?

R.C : Why yes little lamb, my question is to you, do you love being a cult leader?

L : Why of course, it's my job & i quite enjoy doing it besides cleaning the poop all the time gags.

R.C : Second Question, do you love your followers, and most especially your wives?

L : Oh Yeah, I absolutely can agree to that answer! and yes i really adore my wives esp. my sweet samantha swoons

R.C : Final Question, will you accept my request in sin?

L : Uh, that one i'm a bit confused about, mind having a better explanation for me please?

R.C : As you wish little lamb, my request to you is a new cult changing quest for the future of you cult, by mostly having fun but in your own way..

in life most creatures like yourselves may have innocent looks on the outside, very pacifistic i've noticed but on the deep insides of yourselves lamb & most esp. your followers, they are born with sin.

and by being born with sin, their born with flaws.. and sins your little followers haven't released in eons even your sweet samantha & her 2 best friends.. possibly even Narinder himself.

L : so what are you saying then?

R.C : I'm saying to let your followers all commence in celebrating sin & releasing them of said sin and to help you with it i gift you some tools for the task!

The Crown then added 3 new structures to the shrine for lambert's cult which included : a Drinkhouse(with a 2nd upgrade), a drum circle & most surprisingly a mating tent as well as a extra new strucure during crusades but that's for another time.

Lambert was super shocked & filled to the brim with sinful nature & happiness because that meant he could raise the next generation of cultists through mating, give his members drinks and so much more.

to him it felt like he has power over his cult and that everything was gonna change for the better in his eyes.

L : Gee thanks Crown, i will do my best in this new task you gifted me as your vessel!

R.C : Do Well little lamb, do well indeed & farewell!

The Crown the returned to Lambert's head as it old crown shaped form while he then smiled proudly at his cultist, with them being unaware of the new challenges that not only their leader but life in general will bring them to the everlasting growing cult of midsummonar..

tbc..

[xx-hail2theking-xx]

...she misjudged the right thing to say. immediately and repeatedly apologized.

I have not made it a secret how I prefer my king, and my king alone, to use that name.

It is his own fault.

-Duke Valefar.