#vex morningstar

[vexmorningstar]

I'm sure there's plenty of people on here this could apply to 😌💜

[vvirtue]

been having some art block so even just finishing an art piece is a win, even if I don't love how it looks

[demigoddessqueens]

would you peel an orange 🍊 for me?

here on MASTERLIST 9

Just a few headcanons on the orange peeling trend

percy, grog, scanlan, astarion try to peel it for you but instead get orange juice squirted into their eye

keyleth will conjure a tree to grow and peel them for you, karlach pretty much bakes it for you so hopefully you make a good cobbler too

vex, pike, vax will peel it for you and try to look cool doing it with a dagger blade/tip of an arrow

jacob, ezio, wyll, halsin, alucard tepes will peel it and then feed it to you

lucifer morningstar, gale, arno will not only peel it for you but will have restocked and replenished all of them and already peeled those too

shay, haytham, altair, lae’zel, shadowheart will peel it for you and then cheekily steal away a slice

[zzoomacroom]

Fic: Symphony

Dreamling, One-Shot, Smut, Fem!Dream/Trans!Hob, 3000 words

For @mr-sadman's Dreamling Week 2024 (Wednesday 5th prompt: “Shapeshifter”), and also @dreamlingbingo (Prompt C3: Laughing During Sex)

This is also a sequel to another of my fics, Here and Now and Always, although you don't necessarily need to have read it to enjoy this one.

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Summary: After a trying day, King Morpheus needs to relax and be somebody else for a while. And maybe have some mind-blowing sex while he’s at it.

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional tags: fantasy AU, king Dream, prince consort Hob, PWP, Smut, Shapeshifter Dream, Trans Hob, Genderfluid Dream, Female Dream, body worship, oral sex, vaginal sex, strap-on, laughing during sex, service top Hob, pillow princess Dream, light dom/sub

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“Well. That… certainly was something,” Hob sighs. He shuts the heavy, arched door behind him and locks it before striding over to Dream and helping him out of his mantle and crown.

“Indeed. Fae social customs can be. Vexing,” Dream replies wearily. They have just spent a long, tedious day in the throne room, negotiating a treaty with a delegation from Faerie. In a baffling turn of events, Lucifer Morningstar had abdicated the crown of Hell, forsaking their duty and ceding all of their territory to the Endless Kingdom. For weeks, King Morpheus has heard petitions from every kingdom, duchy, and palatinate in the land, all claiming rightful dominion over various portions of the empire. The Fae are only the latest in a continuous line of smarmy, unctuous diplomats seeking to curry favor with the king. It has been. Exhausting.

Hob hums in agreement as he hangs their regalia in the ornate ebony wardrobe. He has adapted superbly to his new role as Prince Consort and military advisor, and Dream swells with joy to see his beloved thriving. Hob’s confidence is quite arresting—upon seeing him hold his own against the beguiling Fae emissaries, it had taken all of Dream's self control not to drag his husband into the nearest cupboard and ravish him.

This, Dream knows, is the real Hob. The man he had met that night in the courtyard had been a mere shade of his true self. He had been… broken. As had Dream. But they are healing. Their jagged edges fit together so perfectly, and Dream feels. Whole. With Hob. And he has a strong suspicion that Hob feels the same. Though he would never dare say it, Dream is enormously grateful to his brother for absconding when he did; if Olethros had returned home with Hob at his side, Dream would have been destroyed by jealousy. He would have wasted away in his tower, alone, never having known this bliss.

“C’mere, sweeting,” Hob murmurs. “Have a rest, you look knackered.”

Dream wrinkles his nose at that, but allows Hob to lead him over to the plush settee by the fire. Hob has filled their chambers with many such creature comforts—small indulgences that Dream had denied himself for so long that he has forgotten why he had such disdain for them in the first place. Now, filled with soft rugs, colorful tapestries, and fragrant cut flowers, their apartments feel like a home rather than a prison. Or a tomb.

Hob settles beside Dream and pulls him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his temple and running a gentle hand down his back, whispering soothing words all the while. Dream feels a surge of tenderness that threatens to overwhelm him; Hob is so kind, so understanding of how taxing all of this is on Dream, and yet he does not judge or scorn him for his inadequacy. No, he only offers love and unwavering devotion. He is a wonder, and Dream is continually awed by the sheer immensity of his love for the man. Hob’s love is a glorious and humbling thing, and Dream feels the last vestiges of his composure draining away as he melts into his lover’s embrace.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Hob whispers. “It’s alright, my love. It’s over with. Just us now, eh?”

In the past, when Dream would find himself feeling overwrought like this, he would simply take on his feline form and find a quiet place to sequester himself until the feeling abated. Since taking Hob as his lover, however, Dream has found… other ways. Of finding relief.

Dream needs him. Now.

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Without warning he seizes one of Hob’s hands, dragging it away from his waist and shoving it unceremoniously down the front of his breeches. Dream has already begun transforming himself, and he feels Hob’s lips curl into a smile against his neck as his fingers brush over the slick folds between his legs.

“Oh, my sweet Dream,” Hob croons, “you’re already so wet for me. So needy. Let me take care of you.”

“Please,” Dream breathes, her voice rich and sonorous, only slightly higher-pitched than she sounds in her masculine form.

Hob smiles down at her adoringly and strokes her cheek. “There’s my good girl. Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll give you what you need.” Dream has no doubt that he will. Hob always knows exactly what she needs, and he always delights in giving it to her. Since becoming lovers, they have experimented with practically every possible permutation of bodily configurations, power dynamics, objects of pleasure, and the like; no other lover has known Dream, has understood her so well as Hob. They have an unspoken understanding of what Dream is asking, what she needs when she takes on her feminine form.

Hob withdraws his fingers from between Dream’s legs and grips her waist firmly, hauling her up and steering her towards the bed. In her usual form, Dream is slightly taller than Hob, but now she must tilt her head up to meet his gaze. It is… strangely comforting. Being this delicate, cherished creature. Knowing that she is at Hob’s mercy, and trusting him to treat her gently.

He lowers her onto the silken coverlet and undresses her with swift, nimble fingers, kissing every inch of moon-white skin as it is revealed. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, wide-eyed and reverent.

Dream preens under his attention, basking in Hob’s hungry gaze as he brushes aside her long, sable locks, fanning them out on the pillow and dipping his head to meet her lips. He licks into her mouth, assertive but not forceful, and she opens for him with a low, eager moan. He trails soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before resting his lips worshipfully over her heart, between the snowy peaks of her breasts. He sucks a pebbled, rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and humming approvingly.

Dream keens and writhes—she is so deliciously sensitive in this form—and Hob stills her with strong, sword-calloused hands on the supple curves of her hips. He explores her body as if tasting her for the first time, leisurely kissing his way down toward the patch of raven-colored hair around her wet, throbbing cunt. She whimpers and goes boneless in his hold, lost to the sensation and unaware of anything but the exquisite prickle of her husband’s beard against her tender flesh as he maps her out with lips and tongue.

“Good girl. So beautiful,” he repeats, running the tip of his shapely nose along her leaking slit. She gasps sharply, biting back a cry of pleasure. “It’s alright, love. I want to hear you. All the lovely little noises you make, it’s like a private symphony, just for me.”

“Then. You had better start. Conducting,” Dream replies breathlessly as she seizes a handful of her lover’s hair and presses his face to her sex.

Hob lets out a muffled laugh and sets about his task with gusto, laving his tongue over her clit and slurping noisily as he licks into her entrance. Dream rewards him with a dulcet moan, and he glides his hand lightly (too lightly) around her delicate, glistening folds before probing inside with two blunt fingers, crooking them and stroking that sweet spot within. A silky, mellifluous wail escapes from her throat unbidden, harmonizing with Hob’s low groans as she tugs on his hair. She reaches her peak the moment Hob wraps his lips around her clit and sucks it into his mouth, all the while continuing to work his fingers in and out of her dripping, quaking hole.

Her wails become helpless mewls as Hob growls ravenously, replacing his fingers with his tongue and guzzling down the hot flood of spend that gushes from her cunt. His hands snake underneath her, grasping the soft flesh of her arse and pulling her closer still, burying his face in her sex and working her through one climax, then another, without giving her a moment’s reprieve from his wonderful, relentless mouth.

She screams a high, warbling aria as she comes a third time, and it’s both ecstasy and agony. She clutches his hair tighter and drags his head upwards, peering down at the dazed grin on his come-drenched face. Hob’s eyes flutter shut and he sighs contently as she loosens her grip and runs her fingers gently through his sweat-damp hair, then brings her hand down to stroke his cheek and massage the milky fluid into his beard.

“Hob,” Dream pants hoarsely when she has caught her breath enough to speak. Hob only hums absently in response. “Fuck me,” she commands.

“Yes, my queen,” Hob murmurs, and Dream feels another aftershock of pleasure coursing through her at those words.

Hob places a soft kiss to her inner thigh before rising from between her legs and finally removing his tunic and breeches. Dream’s mouth floods with saliva at the sight of her husband’s cunt—a glimpse of velvety lips, darker and meatier than her own and gleaming with arousal, peeking from behind a lush thicket of umber curls. A rivulet of slick trickles through the dense hair on his inner thigh, and Dream whimpers at the knowledge that Hob is so wet just from seeing to her pleasure.

She watches, riveted, as Hob bends over the large chest at the foot of the bed and retrieves the necessary items: a soft black leather harness, to which he attaches an intricately carved phallus made of bone. It is quite a work of art—curved and rippled, inlaid with silver and studded with small, polished rubies. Dream has commissioned several such objects, which they both enjoy frequently, and she smiles to herself as she recalls the night she presented them to Hob, apprehensive about how he might react. Affection swells in her breast at the memory of his dear face, so awed and astonished at the treasures laid out before him. He had wanted to try them all immediately, and so they had. Repeatedly, and in a variety of ways. “And to think I had to make do with carrots,” he had said afterwards, sending Dream into a riot of laughter. No other lover has made Dream laugh the way Hob does, especially not while making love. It ought to be embarrassing, but Hob has never expressed anything but joy at hearing Dream’s ugly, wheezing laugh. It is… freeing. Knowing that she need not conceal the euphoria that she feels in Hob’s presence.

Hob buckles himself into the harness, coats the dildo with a palmful of oil, and gingerly climbs atop his lover, hooking her long, white legs over his broad shoulders. “Ready?” he asks. She nods, a pleading whine escaping from her chest as the cool, blunt head of the polished bone brushes against her entrance. Hob’s smile is impossibly warm and soft as he caresses her cheek and pushes in slowly until his hips are flush with hers, the smooth leather of the harness sliding pleasantly against her bare skin. He settles into a steady rhythm, unhurried yet deep and intense, striking that sensitive spot inside with every thrust and dragging her gradually towards a shattering crescendo.

“Such a good girl,” Hob purrs, his voice low and rasping. “So beautiful. You take my cock so well, my love. So perfect.”

“Hob—Hob—Hob—!” is all she can say in reply, little staccato sighs set to the measured tempo of her lover pounding into the tight, clutching heat of her cunt.

“You’re doing so well, sweeting,” Hob beams, reaching between them to stroke her clit. “Now come for me.”

Dream complies eagerly, howling in vibrato as her body sings in ecstasy. Her walls spasm and clench around the bumps and grooves of the toy buried in her cunt, and she feels a rush of hot spend seeping out and down her thigh. Her mouth drops open and she screws her eyes shut as dazzling constellations burst into being behind her eyelids. She is floating in the black velvet abyss of the night sky, weightless and ethereal, only distantly aware of the shrieks and moans that pour from her mouth as Hob wrings the music of her pleasure from her body.

The noises grow deeper, and as her muscles tense she feels the cushiony flesh of her hips and breasts retract, vanishing into the lithe, sinewy planes of her torso. Oh. She—he—has… lost control. Of his form. He has… never transformed himself inadvertently. Has never succumbed so fully to his body’s wants as to. Lose composure. Like this.

He suddenly feels painfully aware of himself—his lanky limbs still wrapped around Hob, who is still plastered to his front, the leather straps of the harness digging into his skin, his hole still fluttering and grasping around the solid length of bone. A wave of shame threatens to wash over him, and he wants to hide, to disappear, but then—

“Look at you,” Hob breathes, his honey-warm eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration. “So bloody beautiful. Love seeing you lose control like this.” Dream’s eyes well up and oh gods now is not the time, but his sobs are muffled by the welcoming warmth of Hob’s mouth. Hob kisses him deeply, drinking down his cries and running a strong, soothing hand down his flank. “Hey, it’s alright love. It’s—hello, what’s this now?”

Dream’s head snaps up, his eyes trailing to where Hob’s gaze is fixated. It would seem that Dream is still… between forms. At the moment. His clit is engorged, about the length of his little finger, erect and throbbing like a cock. The dizzying shame encroaches once more, but then retreats as Hob grins with wide-eyed fascination at the discovery, tracing a gentle finger over the swollen head and eliciting a feeble whine from Dream.

“What a gorgeous little cock you’ve made for me,” Hob coos. “Gonna have to get this in my mouth.” He starts to pull out, untangling Dream’s limbs from himself, and Dream makes a weak noise of protest. “Shh-shh, it’s alright, sweeting. Just a moment, love, I’ll be right back.”

Hob rises from the bed and unbuckles the harness, stepping out of it and detaching the dildo before crawling back between Dream’s legs, toy in hand. “Look at what a beautiful mess you’ve made, darling,” Hob murmurs, swirling his tongue around the spend-soaked dildo and taking it into his mouth, making a show of licking it clean. Dream is propped up on his elbows, watching his lover with rapt attention. A quavering whimper escapes him as Hob takes it deep into his throat and gives Dream a cheeky wink, then pulls it out with a loud, wet pop.

Dream’s cunt is aching and his prick is pulsing with need—he has had too much, and yet he needs more. He wants to tell Hob to cease his teasing and make good on his promise, but words fail him. Hob glides the toy over his raw, sore folds, drawing a hiss of exquisite pleasure-pain from Dream.

“Look at your sweet little cunt,” Hob sighs. “Wish you could see how wrecked you look. All red and puffy and dripping with come.” He eases the toy back inside, and Dream sobs from the overstimulation. “I know, my love, I know. It’s a lot. But you’re doing so well. You can come one more time for me, can’t you?” Dream nods vigorously, beyond the capacity to speak, and Hob smiles at him proudly. “There’s my sweet Dream. Just let go and let me take care of you, darling.”

Hob lowers his face to Dream’s sex and takes his twitching cock into his mouth, moaning decadently. He slurps and suckles at it, humming in satisfaction as if it’s the most delicious thing he has ever tasted, all the while working the carven bone in and out of his open, sopping wet hole. Dream keens breathlessly, his entire body screaming in blissful agony.

He peers down the expansive bed to see that Hob is now on elbows and knees—his plump, furred arse is pushed upwards and he is fingering himself furiously with his free hand while he continues to fuck Dream with the dildo and suck on his prick, rolling it between his lips and flicking his tongue over the head. With that, Dream’s orgasm overtakes him, a sweeping grand finale to the symphony the two lovers have played tonight.

“Hob!” he wails and clutches at the sheets, his cock throbbing on Hob’s tongue as a gush of spend oozes from his ruined cunt.

Hob groans, eases the toy out, and lets Dream’s cock slip free from his mouth, a string of saliva trailing from his swollen lips. His thighs tremble as he fingers his own cunt, the wet squelch audible now that Dream’s ears have stopped ringing, and Dream feels another ripple of arousal as he watches. He is too exhausted to move, but he considers asking Hob to sit on his face. Before he can speak, though, Hob comes with a guttural roar and collapses onto the bed.

He sighs and rests his cheek on Dream’s thigh, smiling up at him hazily. He is panting and red-faced and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. He looks… indescribably beautiful, in this moment. Dream wants to tell him so, but his face breaks into a wide grin and he instead finds himself. Laughing. Hob’s eyes widen in astonishment before crinkling into a fond smirk. Dream cannot stop the harsh, creaking cackles of pure joy that bubble forth from his chest uncontrollably. Hob soon joins him, his soft giggles and guffaws mingling with Dream’s croaks and snorts.

“What’s so funny then, eh?” Hob asks as he crawls up the bed and wraps Dream in his arms. “Have I got something on my face?”

“That. Would be an understatement.” Dream smiles, wiping the spend from Hob’s chin with a corner of the bed sheet. He lunges in for a kiss and purrs contentedly as he tastes himself on his husband’s lips. “I am simply. Happy. You are too good to me, my Hob,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against his husband’s.

Hob beams at him and winks roguishly. “Only as good as you deserve, sweet Dream.”

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Thanks for reading! Reblogs, as well as kudos and comments on ao3 are always appreciated! 💗💗💗

[finn-writes-stuff]

Hello. If you're willing and have the time, I jumbly request a TLOVM headcannon for the team having a female s/o who steals their weapons and tries to figure out to use them. What would their reactions be and would they/how would they teach them to use the weapons?

Jack of All Trades

There's hardly a better way to get to know someone than to share their passions.

Vex'ahlia, Keyleth & Pike x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Headcanons

Genderneutral Reader

Masterlist

No more than 4 characters to one post, so the boys will be in another! -Finn

Vex'ahlia

Vex is pretty protective of her bow, she likes having it on her in case it's needed at a moment's notice.

However, if you steal it, she'll suspect Vax and Scanlan first, giving you some time to have your fun before she catches you.

She's about ready to kill the boys, but when she realizes you have her bow, the anger all just melts away. Doubly so if you are visibly bad with the bow.

Vex will teach you how to use it just for the excuse to be pressed up behind you to correct your stance.

If it's her Fenthras bow, she will not teach you how to use its abilities unless you specifically ask. She is well aware of how much trouble you could get into with the bramble shot.

Keyleth

Keyleth more uses her magic and wild shapes than a direct weapon, but her staff is a good equivalent.

She will assume that she misplaced it, and she will panic about it. Please tell her when you take it.

Ask for your own staff and she will get you a tree branch, it's not hard. It will be a very nice branch though.

She knows the basics of defending herself just with her staff, and she's more than willing to run you through them too if you ask!

She would love to spar with you during downtime. It improves both of your skills and it's fun to knock the staffs against each other.

Pike

Another magic user! She does have her Morningstar though, and it is ridiculously fun to swing around.

She'll laugh when she sees you with it, trying to understand the balance of the swings. It's a little bit like swinging a sledgehammer.

"Come on, I've got my shield! Swing it at me!" She playfights with Grog all the time, so there's nothing she would love more than teaching you to use the Morningstar by jumping right into the action.

Pike is pretty comfortable with using either her weapon or her magic, so she isn't super bothered by you borrowing it. If you don't ask though, it will become a game of hiding it from each other.

She will not offer to get you your own because she really enjoys seeing you swinging hers around. It never fails to make her smile.

[slutforsnow]

DJ & His Jackalope

I wrote this on Discord yesterday because I was thinking of angst for Hazbin OCs lmfao. The OC, Firah, however, DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. She has been created by @salem_crossing! Salem can be found on TikTok & Twitter 🫶🏼

The battle was over. The remaining exorcists were fleeing with their now one armed leader, Lute, leaving behind a deceased Adam and other exorcist angels. The staff of the hotel were catching their breaths, impressed that most of them live but something felt wrong. Robin felt like something was missing, and once the adrenaline started slowing down, they realized something was wrong. Vex wasn't anywhere in sight. Feeling her worry rise, she immediately ran through the scene, Robin weaved her way through rubble and dead bodies, sniffing them to find Vex.

'He couldn't be dead, could he? No, no, not my Vex. We've survived a decade's worth of exterminations, he's fine,' She thought, feeling her hooves slam against some sharp rubble. The pain stung, but they kept going, having picked up on Vexs scent at last. Being a jackalope demon, as well as a cannibal, definitely had its perks because she could tell he wasn't dead. Severely injured, but not dead.

They saw his hand under a piece of rubble and came to a screeching halt. Digging her way to him, she was grateful jackalopes could dig well. Hearing him groan, as he could feel the pressure of the rubble decreasing, Robin dug faster, and eventually, he could pull himself out. With her help, he freed himself, and Robin's gaze was immediately pulled to a gaping hole where his liver should've been.

"Oh my stars, Vex, we have to get you to Charlie or Lucifer," Robin yelled out, trying to pull him up.

"Robin," the 16-year-old grunted out, holding his injury as best as he could as Robin tried to lift him. She ignored him, trying to focus on getting him at least up.

"Robin," Vex uttered again, lifting his head to rest on her shoulder. "I'll be okay, I promise."

"No, no, no, I said you're staying with me until all 9 rings of Hell get wiped out fully. You're not leaving me. We just have to get up and get you to the Morningstars. You'll be okay. Y-you can even sing the song you made for me afterward!" She said, trying her hardest to lift him up, but to no avail. The highest she got was almost halfway up before the two tumbled down. Vex was lying on the ground, and Robin was on her knees, holding his hand and trying to stop the bleeding crying and begging for him to keep his eye open.

Her forehead was gently laid upon his as Vexs breathing started to slow. All hope would've been lost had Alastor not found his & Firahs child crying and holding Vex begging for something to happen... and something did. Alastor worked a little magic, and his shadow had gotten to work, sewing up the surgically enhanced teenage sinner.

Robin finally lifted her head up when Vexs breathing resumed its steady pace and seeing the stitches, she looked up, smiling weakly at her dad as Firah, who had been searching a different area for Robin until Alastor had slipped into the shadows and brought her to where he was, knelt down to Robin, pulling her into her arms.

"He's going to be okay, darling," Firah reassured, pulling a piece of rubble from Robin's hair. "He'll be good as new."

Robin met both her parent's gazes before looking down at Vex as Alastors shadow disappeared. "I hope so... I don't wanna let him go..."

[pinklocksoflove]

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Adding this but call me Boomsta, I'm 30+ and go by he/him

Feel free to bug me whenever

So something i'm going to be doing from now on:

The idea of fantasy elements in a modern world has always interested me. So for my modern muses I'm placing them in such a setting. Everything is the same except with adding like Elves, Dwarves and the like as well as magic, though magic isn't as common as it is in medieval fantasy.

For most interactions it's mostly going to be mentioned not always a primary thing say like

That Elf in a Porsche just cut me off!

You hear about that new Dwarf YouTuber?

Stuff like that.

Also a new note: due to being asked numerous times: I am not only focusing on wlw ships. Yes they are pretty dominant but not the sole focus. I am very much open to other ships.

Yes I am more than willing to ship with non birnary folks!

All my fantasy muses are going to have modern fantasy setting versions

I'm also going to try to work up a muse specific to the modern fantasy setting. Open to suggestions too

A note: there are a number of muses who are semi-active but do not have about pages yet. Feel free to ask about them

Krista "Vex" Sutter (the reformed ex convict in modern verse, a very tough mercenary in fallout verse)

Tizzi Pepperspark (the cute, dirty minded goblin bartender)

Vasilisa Von Rosengart (the delightfully mad, incredibly gorgeous vampire countess)

Jilyra (the dorky IT succubus)

Anninka Pavlona (Russian spetsnatz sniper working in counter terrorism)

F31IX (the robot cowboy in the fallout universe originally a robco prototype) Now has a verse for FNAF Gilda Volsbacher- Veteran Sister of Battle Celestian, Order of The Argent Shroud.

Felu - A proud, often quiet Zora swordswoman who favors the use of a bastard sword with great prowess in one hand, two hand and half handing styles of the weapon. She often works with Nafiif as part of her team during more dangerous expeditions

Sylfina the Fairy 

Soria Desai

Illendra the Gerudo Sorceress 

Bounty Hunter K4Z0-4 AKA Kaz

Mystra, Goetia Wizard (Helluva Boss Oc)

Lucatiel the Nurturer (fallen angel hazbin hotel oc)

Iron Knuckle Zavira (Gerudo OC mainly affiliated with the Age of Heroes setting)

Verosika Mayday (with some deviation from canon)

Verse info for Hazbin Iggy

Lisenka Zinchenko (Sinner oc for Hazbin Hotel)

Charlie Morningstar

Lucienne Cambrioleuse (Sinner Oc)

Nomiya Kuri (historical fantasy/unintentional time traveler samurai oc)

Nomiya Inuko (Kuri's younger sister, a spiritual medium and monster hunter)

Olivina (Ollie) Knightly Exorcist tasked with taking on the most dangerous threats, to both heaven and hell.

Cherri Bomb

Captain Emberblade: Infernal pirate overlord that wanders the wastes of hell in search of treasure, hunter of horrific beasts and hoarder of booze.

"Crackers": Runaway royal pirate and former member of the Goetia family

Siren: Musical succubus a part of Captain Emberblade's crew. Main recruiter for new crewmates

Didi Sparks: Fun loving Succubus with a passion for fashion and art. MtF trans and happy (has full human verse too)

[determination-personified]

MOBILE MUSE LIST [but updated.]

Undyne [Undertale]

Muffet [Undertale]

Toriel [Undertale]

Raven [DC]

Vex [hazbin/multfandom Oc]

Surge the tenrec [IDW sonic ]

Minda [LOZL Twilight Princess] 

Whisper the wolf [IDW sonic]

Pomni [TADC]

beelzebub [Helluva boss]

Sallie May [Helluva boss]

Hammer Rose [ transmac Amy rose] 

Brisk the hedgehog [transfem sonic the hedgehog]

Velette [ Hazbin hotel ]

Niffty [ hazbin hotel ]

Charlie morningstar [ Hazbin hotel ]

Alastor -transfem- [ Hazbin hotel ]

Cal Kestis [ Star Wars]

Quinn [Tabxi knight -hexblade-/ DND muse ]

Knox [Dragonborn bloodhunter -order of lycan-/ DND muse]

Fallen!Lute [Hazbin hotel]

Emberlynn Pinkle [Helluva boss]

Gilda griffon [MLP]

Rachael Davis [Human rainbow dash]

Jack [mass effect]

Tali'Zorah nar Rayya [mass effect]

Vetra Nyx [Mass effect Andromeda]

Vaggie [ Hazbin hotel ]

lanolin the sheep [Sonic the hehdehog] 

[royallogana]

Hope for the Future

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Main characters: Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer Morningstar and Irene Rose

Mention characters: Chole, Daniel, Ella, Trixie

Relationship(s): Michael/Lucifer(hinted), Michael/Irene(hinted)

TW: Sickness, Male Pregnancy, weird angel anatomy, Oc Insert( you can read this as a name reader also), mentions of miscarriage, medical inaccuracies .

Continue to read under the cut.

Plot/promot: When Michael arrived, he intended to take over Lucifer's life but he sees how the precinct treats his twin aside from Daniel, Ella and Trixie.

(Michael heard horrible things like Lucifer's a cheater, that he's a cruel person and how he treated Chloe to the point that she left for Rome because of the treatment and how he didn't have feelings for when Daniel got shot).

So the Angel of Fear went to LUX and saw a heartbreaking scene. He sees his heavily pregnant twin sleeping in a pitiful nest (in this angels need clothing or items with their family's scent on it in order to help with the pregnancy but because no one gave Lucifer anything, he had actually gotten sick from how small the nest was). So he decided he was going to make sure that his twin gets everything and everybody will rue the day they treated his twin horribly.

Note: This is my au of the show and inspired loosely by a fan-fic on AO3 "Emerging from the shadows" by Auroralumea. This is a Oc Insert but you can read it as x reader. This is my first fic on here and my first in a while. Irene name is female based but she is genderfluid(like the author) and uses all pronouns. THIS HAS HINTED TWINEST SO NOT YOUR THING THEN PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANY HATE COMMENTS.

I heard that Lucifer was the Daniel got shot. We should glad that he is alive, that is heartless like who he named after.

Didn't he not cheat on Chile after trying to get her for how many years, 6-7 years. Wait, is he not pregnant. He says he doesn't lie and then lies about being trans. Why you vex about lying about being trans, never heard of insecurity fool.

Mumbles of agreement ran through the ball pit. Irene was shocked when she heard these rumours about Lucifer. When she came to work here to help Michael get information on how to live as his twin, she was not expecting to hear nearly everyone to talk absolutely hell about Lucifer. She knew Michael hated Lucifer for centuries but this put his hate (and hers) on a whole different level. Irene texted Michael every thing she heard expect Lucifer being pregnant.

Michael as pissed as he was, he decided to visit his brother even if he was killed or chased out of the loft. Hearing how these pest and scum of the earth (expect that small child, the little Latina and the small child father and of course his little lover friend) treated and scorned his brother even though he was nice to them.

'Disgusting wreck of the earth, why did father even created them. Well, there is Irene he's tolerable. Ah LUX so befitting-'

Michael stood in and horror on the balcony at the sight the of his twin. Lucifer was heavily pregnant, his beautiful porcelain skin marked in dark handprints. The sculpture body made with delicate time and effort bruised with handprints and to top it off his nest (or the pitiful excuse of it) looked it was from hell it self. Michael coming out of his stupor ran to pick Lucifer only to feel burning up, he placed Lucifer on the couch and called Irene.

Lucifer woke up to voices mumbling in his living room, look around he was surrounded clothes of person he never knew and a scent he thought he would never smell again. 'Wait, people who the hell and who put in this nest?' Lucifer sat back thinking.

"Hello who is there? Tell me who you are and why you are here?" Lucifer asked clutching his belly protectively.

"Mikeal? Is that you? It really is." Lucifer started to cry, not care about the death threat and blamed on his pregnancy hormones trying to hug his brother. Michael handed the cake to the silver haired kitsune then saying something in a foreign language.

"My full name is Rhiannon Elisheba but please call me Irene Rose, I am the queen and keeper of the Abyss the home of Purgatory. We know each other but never met." Irene said with a look that would make Maze's knifes jealous but Lucifer was stunned how did the kitsunes ended up in Purgatory.

"But you are kitsune how you are, i mean were in Purgatory? and how did you meet Mikeal, I mean Michael? How and why did you help me?" Lucifer questioned the pair.

"We would tell you later on how we met but to answer your question on why we help you, i may be a dick but i am not a monster. You were half dead on the floor heavily pregnant with the baby. By the way how long are you?" Michael said with a questioning tone because his twin looks like he is in the 2nd going 3rd trimester.

"Uh, 1st going to the 2nd trimester, I think? I have not left the penthouse in a while because...."

"You got scared of what people think. I understand what you mean, somewhat but need to get checked in case you have low blood pressure, low iron or something that could lead to a miscarriage. I am not trying to scare you but you need medicinal help because that is not healthy." Irene stated while handing Lucifer the cake. Lucifer took the cake and slowly ate it.

"Look, no. How am I going to check if turned up with someone who has the same face as me to a BLOODY HOSPITAL AND THEN THEY TURN ME AWAY, ABSOLUTELY NOT." Lucifer stated clearly swinging his hands in circular motion to belly.

"Look, I know I just met you for the first time in a while but I go with you and Michael go invisible. But I am not shape shifting..... Michael. And second of all, nobody is going to know who the baby father is because, one Michael is your twin and clearly not the baby father." Irene trying to calm down Lucifer while eyeing Michael.

".......Ok fine I'll go get ready-"

"Where in the heavens you think you're going? Not to go to the hospital with bruises right? The hospital will think I abused you with those handprints."

"Michael, no Mikeal how many times do you want me to say this, NOBODY GOING TO KNOW. ~sigh~ And we are taking him to the hospital now because you don't know if the child or children is ok."

"But Irene-"

"Not another word on this, I am calling my driver and you are helping your brother down and that final." With that Irene walked out of Lucifer's bedroom pulling out her phone and calling her driver to put them up.

"She knows how to shut you up huh"

"Samael, don't say a word"

At that Lucifer snickers and holds on to Michael while he picks him to meet Irene downstairs. A little while later Irene hears the private elevator open and sees Michael bridal carrying Lucifer. She shakes her head in disbelief at them, Michael comes down here to take over his life and not even a fortnight he backs on agreeing terms with the brother that destroyed his life (that is his words not Irene). Anyways the driver saved him when they pulled up.

"Why does this car look familiar?"

"It a custom Rolls-Royce Cullinan that why, and before you ask it not a police paycheck. A friend of mine family helps me runs my business, anyways Solas drive us to private hospital I attend please."

Lucifer looks up to Michael and whispers 'Sugar Mommy?' before being placed down in the backseat by him, then heads to front seat. Irene overhears it and looks cross at him with a questionable look on his face.

"Anyways.... Lucifer my private doctor agreed to check you up. Solas drive."

"So... May I ask a question?" Lucifer turns to Irene caressing his belly.

"Mhn"

"Why are you helping me even though I don't know you?"

"Lucifer look... I hate you for what you did to me but I am only doing this for Michael and I am not a monster that would harm a pregnant person."

"Unlike how some legends go"

"Excuse me, Frist of all any kitsume that hurts a pregnant person is strike dead on the spot. Second, yakos aren't even that wicked. It is our curse placed on my kind from your father. Anyways we are here, Solas park in the private parking and also wake up Michael if you think we are standing long."

Later, Lucifer and Irene are in the doctor's office to get the final report on how he was. The nurses guided him to the bed and laid him after taking his shoes off. The doctor came in with a simple smile.

"Honestly Mister Morningstar, I am quite shocked that the twins didn't drain your life source. The twins are in their six month but you need someone to stay with you until the twins are born because if you don't you know those marks on your neck that was the children energy. Anyways, you can go if you want or to stay if you want. Also Irene I need to speak to privately please."

When Lucifer goes to the car (with Solas help), Irene told her to get food ordered. After that, Irene followed the the doctor to the seat they began to speak.

"Doctor Lilith, why would you not tell him who you are?"

"Me and Nicholas made a promise to not tell him who I am but promise me that you will not hurt Lucifer for he has no memory of the killing of your parents because of the curse."

"....... I promise..... Auntie."

"Good now get going and tell Solas mother says hello."

After that Irene left.

"So are you going to tell your children that Thier father, the Almighty has fallen from Silver Selune..... Nicholas."

"The water has not reached the root to help the tree grow."

[angeldust-real]

apparently this is for another one of her exercises.. whatever.

// welcome to hell, part 2

EVENT

tagging system;

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+ one or two alastor/charlie blogs

not sure on interaction guidelines yet but nothing too nsfw haha

-this is mainly for personal preference & ik this is an angel blog & nsfw is kinda his thing lol i just. am not super ok w that in rp!!

[originemesis]

@bored2deathiswear xxx

He's excessively adapted to such displays of worn exasperation. Having fallen under the guidance of the then high seraphim in training (and later- the lead bitch herself) upon his clueless integration into heaven, there was no such a day that passed without the disappointed draw of breath taken when she addressed his ever amplifying antics as if there was only so much a bowed head and a half muttered 'sorry' could sort before he was at his next vexing venture. Sera took the task in stride, as no one could have anticipated what the first human soul capable of when contained behind heaven's gates. If thriving there was even a possibility, even given the influence afforded to them by the fallen Morningstar.

Of course it seemed impossible at times, and there was many a time the man would find himself hopelessly entangled in some mess of his own careless creation that Sera would eventually right before scalding him again with a stern gaze that he could only attempt to soften again by crawling over to her pedal harp and plucking a tune that could only mimic a reach for repentance that always seemed to fall short from the poor translation a harp could afford to the grit of his soul, playing to accompany her paperwork until inevitably she'd fold and send him off again with sigh of exasperation and a 'what am I going to do with you?'

Lips pursed in a line of yellow disappointment as his returning warden arrives to him hopelessly lodged in the window with his bound arms caught somewhere behind him and pinned beneath the guillotine of a windowsill, he poorly attempts to turtle his head back into the cone of his robe collar like a shell as the other's boots click closer, though there's not much depth he can sink past covering his mouth with how his horns catch at the fabric in the back. Great back scratchers- but so not designed for pulling robes up over one's head.

The golden saucers lit up in his head narrow above the neckline upon which they balance, and an exasperated huff of his own spills out- puffing up the collar briefly with hot air in the process. "What the fuck?? I didn't do shit! Except try to get some fucking airflow in here. Y'know - after you shit the bed with all that pie pus. I'm literally gagging on my tongue here." Well, not now- but wherever Lucifer had gone, his proximity perfumed the man's immediate vicinity with a hint of salt that distracts from the sickly sweet of browning apple chunks left splattered across the crimson of the bed's duvet. An attempt at a shrug just causes him to look like a parakeet protesting a fist that's caught and closed around it. "I'd have just opened it, but uh - I'm a little hog tied at the moment in case you fucking forgot."

With a 'grk!?' as his face is suddenly tipped down with the pressing of a horn, he glowers down at the other's boots as they come to a stop right in front of his only for the look to leap up with the jerking of his chin.

What am I going to do with you?

The faint echo of Sera's words within his new management's tutting causes the man a slight tremble of lips before his gaze drops. Deflating in the firmness of the bird handling grip, he simply waits to see what the other decides, only shifting to acknowledge the path of the thumb as it drifts along the line of his maw and inspects the start of where his mask had cracked from the corner of his mouth up to far height of where a cheek bone lay beneath.

"Interesting take... coming from some sad fucking clown with no jokes to tell." He huffs, though the usual bite to his words seem dulled as most of his teeth behind the jagged display of fangs. With a restless shift that bumps the crack in his cheek into the curve of the other's palm, he emits a low, disconcerted rumble from the smothered depths of whatever lock had been placed on his soul's explosive reach.

[stick-or-treat]

So it looks like the 2024 PHB rules are doing a thing with weapons similar to the thing Baldur's Gate 3 did with weapons, which is to give them a cheeky little extra ability if your class lets you use its Mastery Property. I honestly thought these were going to be a higher-level thing because some of these feel broken, but nah bro level 1 for fighty classes.

Cleave: if you hit you get another attack against another creature within 5ft of you for free, applies to the greataxe and halberd.

Graze: IF YOU MISS WITH AN ATTACK you still deal damage equal to the ability modifier you would have added to the damage, HOLY SHIT, applies to the glaive and greatsword.

Nick: once per turn if you use your bonus action to make an offhand attack you can make that attack as part of your Action instead. Which frees up your bonus action to do it again or so some other shit??SICK AS HELL, applies to the dagger, light hammer, sickle, and scimitar.

Push: if you hit, you can push them 10ft directly away from you if they're Large or smaller, applies to the greatclub, pike, warhammer, and the HEAVY CROSSBOW AAAAAAAH

Sap: if you hit a creature they get Disadvantage on their next attack roll before the start of your next turn. you bully them. applies to the mace, spear, flail, longsword, morningstar, and war pick.

Slow: if you hit AND deal damage (weirdly specifically), enemy speed is reduced by 10 feet until the start of your next turn. they do specify that this doesn't stack. applies to the club, javelin, light crossbow, sling, ~whip~, longbow, and musket.

Topple: if you hit, you force them to make a Con save. On a failed save, the creature is Prone. just like, whenever. applies to the quarterstaff, battleaxe, lance, maul, and trident.

Vex: if you hit AND deal damage (again weirdly specific), you have Advantage on your next attack against them until the end of your next turn. applies to the handaxe, dart, shortbow, rapier, shortsword, blowgun, hand crossbow, and the pistol.

I N C R E D I B L E

SOME OF THESE ARE KIND OF CRAZY LIKE

guaranteed damage even on a miss, even if it's just like 3 extra points, is insanely helpful. so is the shit where you can shove people around 10ft, there are some battlemaps where that is a fucking game changer and there's NO SAVE YOU JUST HAVE TO HIT

AND HERE'S THE ABSOLUTE WACK THING

NONE OF THESE ARE ONCE PER DAY

SOME OF THESE ARE ONCE PER TURN

but most of them are just ALWAYS, WHENEVER YOU HIT

I mean as a player I am so excited and as a DM I am so afraid

And I'm really torn about whether or not this is a lot to throw on people at 1st level, I almost wish these weren't unlocked until like lv 2 or 4 or something. I'm sure these are here to try to make martial classes spicier compared to spellcasters, but if you've got someone who's doing Baby's First D&D and they picked a martial class because they're easier... Idk I feel like some of these are a lot for a beginner to keep track of.

MIXED FEELINGS, but I'll get to test them out in my Curse of Strahd game soon.

[themosthatedbeingmoving]

-- ❝Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes- didn't expect YOU to be behind this whole hotel thing.❞ [From Constantine c:<]

There was only one mortal one vexing bastard mortal that could make Lucifer Morningstar lose his cool…. And that was one John Constantine .. his Helldamned Ex.

With a flash of redden eyes that went as quickly as they came, Lucifer turned around to face the 2nd bane of his existence ;

“Johnny … why are you here ?”

[dyslexicmammon]

obey me mc >:) everyone meet Vex/Mauk he is a dumbarse and in love with Lucifer Morningstar

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Hermittober Day 30 (Late): Warden

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X didn’t know what to expect when Etho requested a meeting in the Paths of all places, but participating in a raid with the assemblage before them was absolutely not on the list.

Cleo sighed as she approached the commander, playfully poking her dagger-axe at their dragon-skull helmet. “Not even judging from the look on your face, for obvious reasons, I can tell that you don’t know what’s really going down either.”

X sighed, pressing a gauntlet to whatever was within their headpiece. “Yeah, I really don’t. From what I’ve gathered, you and Bdubs were… manipulated? Paid? Maneuvered or something? Into making this thing that could control a warden, while E and Hels and Hypno and Iskall apparently were supposed to get the warden, but something happened to Iskall, and Keralis got an investigation started, and all sorts of stuff happened—“

“That’s the gist of it.”

“Okay, b-but there’s still a warden on the loose somewhere, and I suspect that somewhere is where we’re going right now.”

Etho cocked an ear before responding. “Yup! We’re heading straight for wherever Cub says the thing is!”

X eyed the stooped, white-coated figure of the half-vex in question. “Of course, there’s also whatever Cub has got going on with his sculk. I haven’t asked; it seemed like it would be rude to, and… y’know, I’m just not going to think about that now.”

Plant-of-the-Void didn’t even bother to turn around, let alone break their stride. “Thank you. We are very. Very. Very tired.”

Bdubs sighed. “Aren’t we all.”

The strange bedfellows continued walking in silence, save for the constant transmissions between Salem and Mini, each of whom were stationed at one end of the group. Both were constantly feeling with the portable Sensor system for any intruders in the Paths.

Etho abruptly stopped near an old exit to the Overworld. “Here we are, I think.”

The door was a foreboding wooden thing, lacking the floating motes of all six, or perhaps seven, magic types that indicated a bridge between dimensions. The frowning, long-nosed face of an illager marked the threshold as a dangerous one, the effect only improved by the raggedness of the carving and the single green glass eye.

Tango tapped the old wood with the handle of his morningstar. “Are you sure this thing opens up to anywhere that isn’t the Void itself?”

Etho shrugged. “I’m not sure about where any of these doors lead, but I’m rather inclined to think this one goes to somewhere within the Eastern Mansion.”

X placed a gauntlet on the door. “Then let us enter.”

[rominadrawsart]

REWRITE + CHANGES

After looking back at my past 3 posts about my spin off, I changed some things so we shall being now.

1. Everything you need to now

The place takes place on planet Earth but with new modern technology. In a town called Porkbelly, every kind of scientists made new and old animals and hybrids were successfully created and released in wild or on display. Larger dinosaurs are used for public transport or to carry heavy items. Owning one of the dinosaurs is legal but selling them in the black market or physically abusing them is illegal. The main characters AKA Victorious 4 ( Johnny, Dukey, Susan and Mary) with they're new power will try and save the town from any danger. They're powers come from a necklace with a small crystal on front (comes in different colors depending on the element). It is rare to someone being a dual type rather than solo.

2. Characters

The list of characters who own these necklaces:

Johnny (Lighting and Fire)

Sissy (Lighting)

Bling Bling Bling (Eugene) (Light)

Brain Freezer (Ice)

The reason why Susan and Mary don't have them is because they are working with other scientists in another sanctuary to bring extinction animals back to life or help to create hybrids.

With that being said now it's time for the characters based personalities ( WARNING, those who are not mentioned relatively stay the same):

Johnny ( More like his season 1 personality but with more mature side, Blitzo Helluva Boss, Darius Camp Cretaceous)

Susan (Vaggie Hazbin Hotel)

Mary (Charlie Morningstar Hazbin Hotel, Millie Helluva Boss)

Zizrar (Angel Dust Hazbin Hotel)

Brain Freezer ( Foolscap Dinosaur King, Fizzarolli Helluva Boss, Kenji Camp Cretaceous)

The list of characters who are either heros or villains:

Johnny (hero)

Dukey (hero)

Susan (hero)

Mary (hero)

Bling Bling Boy (Eugene) (anti hero)

Tupi (hero)

Blitz (hero)

Edna (hero)

River (hero)

Ember (hero)

Vex (enemy)

Devil (enemy)

Silver (frenemy)

Mr Mittens (enemy)

Wacko (enemy)

Dark Vegan (enemy)

Zizrar (enemy later rival)

Brain Freezer (enemy later anti hero)

Mr Black and Mr White (hero)

The general (hero)

Sissy (hero,love interest)

Gil Nextdoor (hero)

3. Theme

The main themes in this spin off will be:

History - characters will learn more about the Earth's history from scratch and how this magnificent creatures ruled this world

Trust - there will be some of Johnny's foes who will try to work with Johnny, although he wouldn't trust them, he will most likely do it just for his family's sake and learn more about teamwork

Love - love doesn't come from just kiss or hugs, it comes in all different forms, shapes and sizes and self love is one fo them though the characters will have a hard time understanding and earning it

4. Changes

Yes the moment you been looking for. There were some changes after looking back at my past 3 posts. Those are:

Susan and Mary no longer have powers, it's because of them still working as scientists in they're lab or in a sanctuary helping other scientists working on new creatures and hybrids

While originally the spin off was going to take place in a similar planet like Earth, now canonically it is on Earth but in more alternative version of it and the city

Originally dinosaurs were supposed to either be on display or in the wild, now they are used as public transport, display or still roam freely in the wild

Johnny and others will try to protect the elemental orbs from villains but there will be sometimes that they still just battle they're foes or interact with them in general without going after the orbs.

Devil doesn't have siblings

Silver is still traumatized after the incident with Apex predators and with humans because of physical abuse. She has little to no trust in them

Vex is trained to be a weapon and was used for military purposes, but he hasn't worked for the general ever

Dukey was trained as a bodyguard for Johnny

Bling Bling Boy and Gil work as weapon creators

Brain Freezer used to be inmute to ice, although he can resist colder temperatures and heavy snow storms, he can still get imprisoned by his own element

As for dinosaurs there will be mixture of inaccurate and accurate (either they're designs ect.)

Accurate dinosaurs

Velociraptor

Carnotaurus

Atrociraptor

Spinosaurus

Torvosaurus

Allosaurus

Ceratosaurus

Stegosaurus

Triceratops

Diabloceratops

Parasaurolophus

Edmontosaurus

Cryolophosaurus

Artic Troodontid

Nanuqsaurus

Yutryannus

Lythronax (might have spelled it wrong)

Iguanodon

Pachyrinosaurus

Apatosaurus

Camarasaurus

Diplodocus

Imperobator

Austroraptor

Utahraptor

Dakotaraptor

Baryonyx

Concavenator

Suchominus

Icthyovenator

Microraptor

Sinosauroptheyx

Deinochirus

Celophysis

Eoraptor

Herrasaurus

Dilophosaurus

Acrocanothosaurus

Irritator

Inaccurate dinosaurs

Tyranosaurus Rex

Moros Interpedus

Ankylosaurus

Gojirasaurus

Therizinosaurus

Giganotosaurus

Pyroraptor

Atrociraptor (Dominion)

Reptiles

Pteranodon (accurate)

Dimorphodon (inaccurate)

Plesiosaur (accurate)

Mosasaur (accurate)

Quetzalcoatlus (accurate)

Hatzegopteryx (accurate)

Kronasaurus (accurate)

Sarchosuchus (accurate)

Deinosuchus (accurate)

Bonus

My spin off is to try and make this show better and likeable then before (not saying it was bad) and improve characters writing unlike in the show. Sometimes there will be from action and funny moments to emotional and traumatizing moments (much like Helluva Boss)

The spin off includes strong language, major gore and topics such as PTSD, depression and such.

Inspirations: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Dinosaur King, Starters

That's all for today! Stay tuned for more content!❄️🦖