#lucifer headcanon tag tbd

[samaelnomcre]

             WHICH PARANORMAL BEING ARE YOU?

                                       The Shapeshifter

You would break yourself into a thousand pieces, shatter every bone, and pry off every inch of skin to be what you think others want. You’ve become so many different things over the years. At this point, you’ve been everything except at peace. You conform and change and adapt and desert entire pieces of yourself, but when will it be enough? When has it ever been enough for them, and when has it ever made you whole again? Speaking of, who are you anymore? Do you even know? How long has it been since you’ve recognized the face in the mirror. Are “you” still “you?”

[dral-koumine]

the Leviathan/Reader slow burn fluff shall not be denied [OM!] [snippet!]

fandom: Obey Me!

fanfic title: TBD

tags: gn!Reader & Leviathan (friendship, pre-romance), picnic, beach and ocean vibes, Reader and Levi calling each other nicknames, Devildom headcanons/worldbuilding, fluff fluff fluff.

This snippet refers to my earlier snippet from here: [link]

[rated G below] [WIP ZONE]

Once, not long after you two have actually become friends, he walks back out of the water onto the shore, and you’re there waiting for him on an officially licensed TSL blanket with his headphones and a picnic basket. (He’s a creature of habit, so he almost always enters and exits from the same little cove, which is usually deserted because it requires carefully hiking from the sandy beach over some big slick boulders that are submerged at high tide to get there. You got yourself some knee-high rain boots, checked the tide charts -- with 3 moons, Devildom tide patterns are fucking wild -- and made it work.) He’s so surprised to see you there that he almost falls right back into the water. “What!” he almost shouts. “H-H-Henry! What are you doing here?!” “Hi, Levia-chan,” you say cheerfully, putting down your tri-lunar physics textbook. “I noticed you skipped dinner to come down here, so I brought some food for you.”

“F-for me?” he stammers. “Yeah!” you say, and smile at him. “I figured we could have a little picnic, just you and me.” “Just -- just us two?” He blushes so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if the seawater started steaming off of him; his long, reptilian tail curls this way and that, carving arcs into the wet sand. “Is that okay?” you ask, sure that he’ll blurt out a reflexive protest before eventually circling around to yes that’s more than okay. “Yes!” he blurts, being direct about it for once, and you grin at him delightedly. He’s so cute. You pat the blanket next to you, and Leviathan comes over to sit half hesitantly, half eagerly; he sits and has to immediately get up again to wave the seawater off of him and his drenched clothes and hair before he soaks right through the Lord of Shadow’s face. Then he just stands there, frozen for a moment in painful awkwardness. “That’s a handy trick,” is all you say, lightly, as you start pulling boxes of food out of the picnic basket, and he unfreezes and sits down next to you with his knees pulled up to his chest and tail curled around his feet, and quietly starts eating the food you hand to him, all dishes you know he likes and which you made a point to save from Beel, no matter how much Beel made sad demon eyes at you. You’re pretty sure this is one of the main reasons why Levi likes you so much: you don’t mock him for being his very awkward self; you barely even tease him for it, except in those rare cases when you’re sure you can make it abundantly clear that you’re only doing it fondly. And why would you mock him for it? After all, you’re more than well acquainted with awkwardness yourself. You know how it feels. You lean back on your hands and stretch your legs out in front of you, sighing contently. The gentle roaring of the waves rushing up onto the sandy shore, the rough splashing of brine against the nearby boulders, the smell of the salty sea air, it all erodes away the cares of the day. Leviathan slowly relaxes, too, until he’s sitting with his legs crossed and holding his box of lion’s head meatballs over oleander and rice in his lap and sneaking glances at you in between taking slow bites of food. “What’s it like down there?” you ask. “In the ocean?” he says. “Yeah. You dive down really deep, don’t you?” “Yeah,” he replies, blushing again, as though that’s something to be awkward about; maybe it is, for him. “So what’s it like down there?” you ask. “It, uh…” He thinks about it for a moment; you imagine him trying to put words to something that he’s experienced for millennia, but probably has never had to describe, let alone to a human who knows little about the Devildom’s oceans. “It’s dark,” he finally says, “and quiet, and empty, except not really because there’s still plenty of fish and jellies and tiny krill and stuff in the deep, and there are giant venom-sponges living along the trench down there --” he waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the ocean “-- and they tend to make noises sometimes while they filter-feed and most of the deep-sea animals have bioluminescence anyway so I guess it’s not that dark either…” He trails off, seeming to realize how much he’s rambled and contradicted himself, but you’re sitting there grinning at him practically with stars in your eyes, because you love everything about the ocean, and Levi rambling on about sea creatures is just about the cutest thing ever. He sees you grinning and ducks his head bashfully. “I’m not good at explaining it,” he mumbles. “It’s like … it’s not technically totally dark and quiet and empty, but it feels like it is, you know? It feels like … when I’m down there, I don’t have to worry about anything at all.” He curls in on himself a little, drawing his knees up a bit, like he’s anticipating that you’ll mock him for some part of that, like he’s still not used to the fact that you make a point of being nice to him whenever he’s not being a jerk, because you actually like him.

“That sounds amazing,” you sigh, staying in that relaxed position of yours, like sending out relaxed vibes will help Levi to relax, too. “I wish I could go down there and experience it myself.” He looks up, uncurls a little. “I could show you?” he offers. You perk up. “Really? How?” He offers his hand, a rare moment of confidence, and you take it, smiling. But you have to say, “Uh, Levi. I’m a squishy, air-breathing human, remember? I can’t just swim down with you.” “Oh,” he says, and covers his embarrassed face with his free hand. “Oh hells, I’m such a stupid --” “Hey,” you say warningly, squeezing his hand, because you made it a rule last month that he’s not allowed to put himself down around you. You’d like to expand that rule to you’re not allowed to put yourself down, ever, but … one step at a time. “Uuurggghhh,” he groans, hiding his face in his knees, fully curled up again, alas. “I know, I know, the rule.” “Friends don’t let friends self-deprecate,” you singsong annoyingly, like you do every time you have to remind him, and it always makes him smile even if he hides it, because yeah, you’re his friend. His true friend. And he smiles into his knees, this time, face red with joy as much as with embarrassment, and squeezes your hand back without looking at you. “So, alternate solutions,” you say thoughtfully. “There are submarines in the Devildom, aren’t there?” His head pops up with sudden excitement. “There are!” he says excitedly, “Diavolo has one!” You grin at him. “So we’re stealing Diavolo’s submarine then,” you say, pretending to be serious about it, and he physically recoils, dramatically, but doesn’t let go of your hand. “No!” he protests, “no we’re not doing that, don’t even think about it, Lucifer would kill us!” “Aw, but it would be so much fun to take it out for a joyride!” you say gleefully. “Noooo it wouldn’t,” he insists, though he looks a little shifty-eyed about it. You cackle a little.

[samaelnomcre]

          let me psychoanalyze you but also be nice

                                            no one has ever loved you.

i know you're a good person. even if most of the time it doesn't feel like it. im sorry growing up happened under less than ideal circumstances. but people love you now, i promise. sometimes it's hard to remember that just because you've felt unloved before, it doesn't mean you're unloved now. I love you :-)

[samaelnomcre]

                              what type of lonely are you?

                                                loneliness of the lover

you were born into your loneliness, your family always had better things to love. you're a hopeless romantic, of your friends there's only one or two you haven't fallen for. it's a pattern, you don't want to think about that, though. every person you get close with, your heart locks them into your life. the chains are too tight, or too heavy because they always become overwhelmed and leave. you're too much, a violently bright fire trying to be held by gentle human hands. it's no wonder YOU BURN THEM. you just aren't meant for love like humans are.

tagged by: @fcmilybonded tagging: @fangsforhire, @lightbringer, @detectivecdecker, @heavenguided​

[samaelnomcre]

              Which of Your Chakras Is Out of Balance? 

                                              The Solar Plexus Chakra

                                     The Solar Plexus Chakra: Manipura Chakra                     Realize your personal power by opening the Solar Plexus Chakra       Do you feel insecure? Do you constantly seek approval from others? On the other hand, do you try to control and manipulate people?            All of these signs indicate a need to balance your Solar Plexus Chakra. Located in the abdomen, the Solar Plexus Chakra provides a source of personal power and relates to self-esteem, warrior energy, and the power of transformation. When out of balance, you may struggle with low self-esteem, making decisions, and control issues.

[samaelnomcre]

                              HOW ARE YOU RUINED?

                                                ruined by trauma

You cannot get over the past. You are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

[samaelnomcre]

                      𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙?

                           Carefully, like a gentle rain on dry Earth

You've been left beaten down and by someone you really trusted and loved, so now love doesn't come easy for you. You want it to. You want to love and be loved, but you're not sure you remember how. So you need someone else to take the lead. They have to be gentle and sweet and patient. They have to watch out for you, and make sure you're doing okay, because most days you feel a little fragile, if not totally shattered. But someone will come along who will put those pieces back together again.

tagged by : @fcmilybonded​ tagging : @fangsforhire​, @detectivecdecker​, @lightbringer​, @heavenguided​

[samaelnomcre]

                        WHICH TIME OF DAY ARE YOU ?

                                                                          11pm

you're very soft deep inside and very sleepy all the time. sometimes you can be somewhere physically but spiritually you're always in your dream world. you wonder a little too much about the meanings of things and existential questions that no one knows the answers to. you're idealistic for a world you know you'll never see. you find comfort in the stars, outer space and the moon, which makes sense because you feel like an alien sometimes and were probably a star in your past life. you love rainy evenings and naming your plants. you're also an amazing listener. you just seem to understand.

[samaelnomcre]

                                HOW  LONG  HAVE  YOU  BEEN  TIRED?

                                                                love-gone

you have so much love to give! it feels like you’re giving and giving and giving. when is anyone ever going to feel you the same way? when is anyone ever going to take off their jacket and wrap it around you and hold it there no matter how much you argue. imagine being loved in a way you can understand. you imagine it, you think about it. it’s almost like an obsession. it snakes into your head sometimes and forces itself to take up space. it leaves you completely other days. it’s like you don’t even know yourself. like you’re just another walking body, aimless and blank faced, even to yourself. you hold a hand. it makes you feel none of the things you’ve been waiting to feel. you hold your friends and you will yourself to leech energy from this action. you’re a bank account, love. and you’ve been coming up empty for longer than you can remember. don’t you just want to be loved so hard that you could be fooled into believing that everything was alright? don’t you just want to be filled with joy, the end of this death walking?

TAGGED BY: @fcmilybonded​ TAGGING: YOU!

[samaelnomcre]

                        What is your muse’s position?

                  “  Well!   ---   No lie in that really, is there?  ”

[samaelnomcre]

                       WHY ARE YOU UNLOVABLE?

                                    you just want it too badly

you love with your whole body, it's not bad, but it's overwhelming. sometimes giving others space can be okay, i know you're scared of losing them but it will be better in the long run if you also learn how to be your own person. codependency is scary, but you are brave.

[samaelnomcre]

which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you?

                                                  orestes!

you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.

[samaelnomcre]

                       Where does your soul belong?

                         Inside a long forgotten poets revolver

Living feels like constant drowning to you, only you die so slowly, you can’t just close your eyes and wait for your last breath but you always wish for that. You feel everything so strongly, and you love so strongly that is why you’re stuck in a gun, your tenderness is so strong it’s almost like violence; a rage of love. Among the hazy days you can see shimmering lights between your window and the bed. You feel guilty for your love because it’s too much. But you shouldn’t, your soul could only breathe in the rage of a poet.

[samaelnomcre]

                                 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲  𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭.

EGOISM —— 53% ——   “Excessive concern with one’s own pleasure or advantage at the expense of community well-being.” (Weigel et al. 1999) 

MACHIAVELLIANISM  —— 57% —— “Manipulativeness, callous affect, and a strategic, calculating orientation.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014) MORAL 

DISENGAGEMENT  —— 33% —— “A generalized cognitive orientation that differentiates one’s thinking towards unethical behavior.” (Moore et al. 2012) 

NARCISSISM  —— 60% —— “An all-consuming drive towards ego-reinforcement and an egotistical interest in, or admiration of, one’s self.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014; Smith 2017) 

ENTITLEMENT  —— 47% —— “A stable and pervasive sense that one deserves and is entitled to more than others.” (Campbell et al. 2004) 

PSYCHOPATHY  —— 70% —— “Deficits in affect and self-control (i.e. callousness and impulsivity), as well as a lack of remorse, antisocial behavior, and volatility.” (Jones & Paulhus 2014; Smith 2017) 

SADISM  —— 87% —— “A tendency to humiliate others via cruel or demeaning behavior, or the propensity to intentionally inflict physical, sexual, or psychological pain on others in order to assert power or for pleasure and enjoyment.” (O’Meara et al. 2011) 

SELF-INTEREST ——47% —— “The unprincipled pursuit of gains in socially valued domains, such as material goods, social status, recognition, achievement, and success.” (Gerbasi & Prentice 2013) 

SPITEFULNESS   —— 53% —— “A tendency to engage in behavior that would harm others but would also entail harm to oneself.” (Marcus et al. 2014)

TOTAL DARK CORE   —— 52% —— “Total Dark Core: Your total Dark Core factor. Higher scores indicate a darker personality. 

 This makes you 5.11% Darker than the average person.

tagged by: @fangsforhire​ tagging: you!

[samaelnomcre]

WHAT IS YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE?

You Are An ENTP

The Visionary You are charming, outgoing, friendly. You make a good first impression. You possess good negotiating skills and can convince anyone of anything. Happy to be the center of attention, you love to tell stories and show off. You're very clever, but you are not disciplined enough to do well in structured environments. In love, you see everything as a grand adventure. You enjoy taking risks for love. And if things don't work out, you're usually not too much worse for the wear! You would make a great entrepreneur, marketing executive, or actor. At work, you need a lot of freedom to pursue your own path and vision. How you see yourself: Analytical, creative, and peaceful When other people don't get you, they see you as: Detached, wishy-washy, and superficial

TAGGING: ANYONE

[samaelnomcre]

SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONNAIRE

Rationality

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

Independence

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

Sensitivity

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

TAGGING: ANYONE.