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untitled5071 · 2 months

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I'd definitely love one shot requests

Well, ask and you shall receive! Here's the answer to your earlier ask, a Reverse AU of Lisa Frankenstein where she's the creature! Hope you like it!

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“Alright, I think this is everything.”

He could barely see where he was going over the stolen sewing supplies piled in his arms, but he knew he was headed in the right direction thanks to the soft hum of acknowledgement coming from inside his bedroom. Tottering his way over to the corner, he deposited all of his mom’s supplies onto his bed before selecting the thickest hot pink thread he could find and a sharpened upholstery needle and turning to face his guest.

“What about this one?”

The corpse of the young lady stood there, hair still a little wet from her first-ever shower and completely entranced by the feathered sleeves of his mother’s flowy pink nightgown. He stood there for a moment and watched the dead girl wave her arms slowly back and forth to watch the sheer fabric of the sleeves follow in their wake, and took a moment to wonder just when his life took a turn into Mary Shelley territory.

He had been totally scared out of his wits earlier; all he had wanted was a night alone on the couch while his brother, mom and stepdad went to a movie, able to start re-watching through his VHS collection without fear of judgment when a absolutely filthy being crashed through the window, stumbling after him and groaning as he tried and failed to flee. After finding the creature-who he quickly realized was, or at least once had been, a woman-sitting apologetically in the living room and looking at him with sad eyes, he decided that he might get further talking to her than running from her.

And any reservations against connecting with the woman died away when he realized that she was the one whose grave he had been tending to for the past few months, the reanimated corpse of a person buried under a tombstone that only said “Unmarried”.

And so he helped her get cleaned up, letting her shower the nearly century of grime away until he could see slightly bloodshot eyes, a shy smile, frizzy hair teased and tangled within an inch of his life and with a deep and disturbing gash in her left shoulder that needed attention.

Hence the sewing supplies.

“I have no idea which of this stuff is…quality or whatever, but my mom has very high standards in terms of the things she buys and especially for her hobbies, I mean, you should have seen how much she spent on fake rhinestones last year, but I think this might be the best stuff to use? I don’t think neon existed in your time but I think you might like this color judging on how much you like that robe.”

The corpse looked up at his voice, locked eyes with the thread and immediately smiled, excited by the vibrant color and opening her mouth to speak, but upon remembering that decay had taken that ability, she began gesturing wildly, clapping and pointing at the thread and then to her butchered shoulder. He got the message quickly enough and cleared the rest of the sewing supplies off of his bed, sitting down by his pillow and gesturing for her to sit on his left. She complied, and he gently guided their torsos so that he was looking at her back, with her turned towards the door to allow him access.

He unraveled much more thread than necessary and stared at the eye of the needle, completely lost. She must have noticed his hesitance, because she silently reached a hand back and made a ‘give me’ gesture. He placed the needle and thread in her freezing palm and watched over her shoulder as thin fingers-clumsy with a century of deterioration-threaded the string through the eye of the needle and tied it for him, handing it back to him with a small smile. He returned the gesture.

“Thanks.”

She bowed her head slightly, and lowered the shoulder of the robe and the nightgown underneath, brushing her wayward hair out of the way to expose the gash that he presumed had killed her. He didn’t want to dwell too much on it, head already spinning with the implications of such a wound, so he gently rested his hand on the robe, the threaded needle poised in the other hand.

It was only then that he realized that he had no idea what he was doing.

“Uh..how do I…?”

The corpse’s shoulders shook like she was giggling, and she turned her head to lock eyes with him. Slowly, with the stump of one hand and the fingers of the other, she mimed stabbing something with a needle, then pulling the thread through, then the nice, even stitching and repetition of the motion, and then finally pulling the stitches tight and tying off the work, complete with biting the thread to cut it. He nodded, taking the offered needle and thread.

“Okay then, let’s…let’s do this.”

She nodded and turned back towards the door, letting him work in peace. It took him a few moments to prepare himself for what he was about to do, and, as gently as he could, stuck the needle in her skin.

He flinched and expected her to do the same, but she sat perfectly still, examining the feathers on the robe a bit more.

“Did that hurt?”

His voice was edged with concern, but when she turned her head to look at him, her eyes were gentle and calm. She shook her head minutely.

“Do you feel…anything?”

She thought for a moment, gaze wandering away from his before she shrugged, settling back with her face to the door to signal the end of the discussion. He took a moment to absorb this new knowledge, then let out a shaky exhale and turned back to his work.

“Okay then. Here we go. I;m sorry if this comes out…totally terrible but you have to understand I’ve never done anything like this before but I am far from a trained professional.”

The corpse hummed her assent and continued to play with her sleeves, and he could see the smallest corner of a smile playing on her gaunt lips. He tried to ignore what that sight did to his heart and got to work, slowly stitching together the corpse who had quite literally crashed into his life and correctly guessing it would not be the last time he did so.

#lisa frankenstein #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frankenstein 2024 #lisa frankenstein au #lisa swallows #the creature #lisa frankenstein one shot

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buntress · 8 months

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༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℤ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝕀𝔻 ℙ𝕒𝕔𝕜 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Zombie ID Pack]

Req By :: Anon

TW :: Death + Gore, FR slur (Rhymes with Leak)

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Names]

Ash(er) // Arius // Bane // Brain // Clay // Corpse // Coffin // Doom // Echo // Frank(ie) // Ghost // Ghoul(ia) // Grave // Grim(m) // Hunter // Husk // Mona // Muerto // Necro(s) // Nyx // Rob // Rot // Saifu // Shade // Shadow // Shaun // Six // Skull // Slug // Tank // Thorne // Vex // Wren // Z // Zack // Zed // Zeke // Zob // Zon

Note :: As some of these names are from various cultures, please be mindful when picking a name for yourself! Do your research and such <3

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Pronouns]

Blood / Bloods / Bloodself || Bo / Bones / Boneself || Coff / Coffin / Coffins / Coffinself || Cor / Corpse / Corpses / Corpseself || Corr / Corrupt / Corrupts / Corruptself || Craw / Crawl / Crawls / Crawlself || Dea / Dead / Deads / Deadself || Decay / Decayed / Decays / Decayself || Di / Dir / Dirt / Dirtself || Freak / Freaks / Freakself || Ghou / Ghoul / Ghouls / Ghoulself || Gore / Gores / Goreself || Grim / Grime / Grimeself || Gut / Guts / Gutself || It / Its / Itself || Li / Lich / Lichs / Lichself || Nec / Necro / Necrom / Necroself || Rot / Rots / Rotself || Un / Dead / Undeadself || Zomb / Zombie / Zombies / Zombieself || 🧟 / 🧟s / 🧟self || 🪦 / 🪦s / 🪦self || ⚰️ / ⚰️s / ⚰️self || 🧠 / 🧠s / 🧠self || 🍖 / 🍖s / 🍖self

༒︎~☠︎︎°˖✧- 𝕋𝕚𝕥𝕝𝕖𝕤 -˖°☠︎︎~༒︎

[PT: Titles]

The Undead // One With Rotted Flesh // Zomb Who Came From The Earth // It Who Craves Flesh // The Living Corpse // Living Dead Girl // He Of Grime and Death // The Decaying Ghoul // The Risen Dead // The Infected // Hy Who Is Bitten // The Living Dead // Thon Of Putrid Remains // The Scourged // The Walker // The Rotted Zombie // Kie Of Rotted Remains // It Who Craves Brains

Note :: All pronouns can be replaced w/ your preferred pronouns!

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[PT: Labels]

// Aldercormangic // Aldercorpse // Bloodzombic // Corpsegender (HQ Flag) // Cutezombigoran // Deadboygender // Deadthing // Deaissmic // Deathing // Decomgender // Draugrgender // Fouscizte // Fuzzetix // Genderanimate // Genderverval // Genderzombie // Ghoulexic // Ghoulfrilled // Gravedeux // Gravelexic // Incordycepic // Livingdeadboygender // Lovizomb // Malizomb // Mortemgender // Neu/Fem/Mascdead // Notzombie // Zombie Omninoun // Zombie4Zombie // Zombiecoric // Zombiecorngender // Zombiegender // Zombieic // Zombieish // Zombiespiderman // Zombiething // ZOMBiN // Zombmedix // Zombnurse // Zombun/pup/catgender // Zomflodernic // Zomidolic // Zomroyalty

Note :: The first letter of each term is a link to that term!

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vladdyissues · 6 months

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Please give us som Vlad headcanons!!! :)

Oh boy, you're gonna wish you'd never asked 😆 Long post ahead

🎧 Vlad is a huge fan of 80s synth-pop and new wave. Depeche Mode, The Cure, The Smiths, Duran Duran, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys, a-ha, and New Order, to name just a few.

🎵 On a similar (quarter) note, music from the late 70s and early 80s is still difficult for him to listen to because it reminds him of the years he was pining for Maddie, the accident, and being hospitalized. Mid-80s music and beyond, when he began to take his life back and build his wealth and power, is his "good old days" music.

🎹 Another music headcanon: In Familiar, I hinted at Vlad being a pianist. I think he'd look pretty hot playing a saxophone, maybe even a trumpet. And Martin Mull is a pretty good guitarist and singer, so Vlad also having those talents would be really cool. But I like to believe that Vlad plays the geekiest, dorkiest, nerdiest, most Slav-coded instrument of all: the accordion. Just imagine him torturing Danny and Sam and Tucker with polka music and ballads about cheese while on a camping trip. Maybe Wulf howling in agony from somewhere in the woods.

🧀 Yeah, he’s basically the negaverse equivalent of Weird Al.

👂 Vlad got his ear pierced in the mid-90s.

🔥 Despite being a fire specter ("having a fire core", to use the phandom terms), Vlad loves the cold. Winter is his favorite season, Christmas his favorite holiday. A bit of a spoiler for either chapter 13 or 14 of Familiar: Vlad is a superb ice skater.

💔 Besides his mother, Maddie was the only woman Vlad ever loved.

🐄 Vlad grew up the son of a poor Wisconsin dairy farmer. His mother was a first-generation Romanian* immigrant. He was the first member of his family to go to college, and on a full scholarship. He has no siblings. (*I may adapt Vlad’s nationality depending upon the story/art/situation, but generally I like to HC him as Romanian, which you can see on his backpack here in this AU.)

👊 Vlad was a victim of bullying in his teen years. Because of his first name and his ethnicity—not to mention his appearance and disposition: skinny, gangly, "ugly", shy, nerdy, poor—Halloween was always a miserable time for him: getting pelted with plastic vampire fangs in the hallways at school; cruel nicknames like "Count Vladislob" or "Vladis-louse"; racist remarks about his Romani mother; "Bleh bleh! I vant to suck your bluud!" It was awful.

✌️ Because he spent so many years being made to feel ashamed of his unusual name, when he became rich and successful after obtaining his ghost powers, he put his name and initial everywhere. V for Vlad.

🏈 Vlad got his love of Green Bay from his father. Apart from a shared surname, it was one of the only two (2) things he and his dad had in common.

🔧 Working on farm machinery like tractors and hay balers was the other. Vlad and his dad would often fix the farm equipment themselves rather than hire a mechanic—mostly out of necessity. Vlad is still pretty good with a monkey wrench, though in college his focus shifted from engineering to physics after meeting Jack and Maddie.

🚀 Vlad grew up in the sixties. Space race, the moon landing, the Cold War. Every kid his age had space fever. Vlad was no exception. His bedroom walls were a collage of stars, rockets, shuttles, astronauts, and cosmonauts. Yuri Gagarin was his hero. He wanted to be an astronaut when he grew up. (Just like Danny.)

🩸 I mentioned this on another post, but I'll add it here, too: Vlad's obsession with gaining more power stems from the trauma and weakness he experienced when he was hospitalized. He made a vow to never be that helpless again.

🪦 Both of Vlad's parents were dead by the time he got out of the hospital. He was estranged from the rest of the Masters family and therefore had no one to turn to.

👶 Because of this, Vlad became obsessed with having a family of his own. Ironically, the accident sterilized him. He will never be able have biological children.

🍪 Some of Vlad’s happiest memories are baking with his mother. He had (and still does have) quite a sweet tooth—and a penchant for cooking.

#annnd i think that's a good place to stop. for now #danny phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #dp headcanons #meta #many of these ideas appear in familiar. so if they look ''familiar'' that's why #fic: familiar #asks

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salvador-daley · 10 months

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Dead Sexy 💀😵🪦❤️

An Umbrella Academy AU feat. Pathologist!Dave + MorgueRegular!Klaus

A/N: This was supposed to be a one-shot but it already appears to be growing arms and legs so… here you go. Subscribe for more. More is coming.

CW: Repeated, temporary character death. Like, this fucker just won’t stay dead. Also, morgue stuff. Probably not for the faint of heart or delicate of stomach.

Inspired by @kawaiic0mmunism, to whom this is dedicated - for giving me brain rot. Thanks as always to @allisoooon for tolerating me.

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet:

“Mnnnnrgh!” the man groans, rolling onto his side. “Five more minutes. I was having the most amazing sex dream.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Dave leaps away from the rack on which the man’s body is stretched - the man who just a moment ago Dave was quite sure was 100 per cent dead but who apparently is very much alive. He crashes into a nearby filing cabinet, sending a wide arc of coffee all over his white lab coat and sensible shirt while screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK!”

The man blinks his eyes open now. He props himself up onto one elbow and takes a look around, taking in the startled pathologist with his back pressed against the filing cabinet, the splashed coffee on the lino, the fluorescent lights of the basement mortuary, the open cooler next to him containing a body bag, and then finally the identical black bag half-wrapped around his own body.

“Ah, shit. It happened again.”

The guy sighs a weary sigh and sits up to get a better look at his surroundings, rubbing a hand through his curls and smacking his lips together. He seems far too relaxed about waking up in the morgue, which is in direct contrast to Dave, who is still struggling to come to terms with what he’s seeing.

“You-you-you… YOU’RE DEAD!”

The guy gestures at himself, fanning his hands up and down his body. “Well, clearly not.”

“But you-you were! You were dead!”

The guy rolls his eyes and swings his legs over the side of the rack, still encased in the body bag. “Yeah, kind of an occupational hazard.”

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profanepurity · 11 months

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I’ve been itching to ask but keep on forgetting to do so, but what was everyone’s reactions to finding out Diana and secondo we’re gonna have a kid (including the two of them)

I don’t know if this is awkward to ask as well, but from a world build standpoint how would that even work. I know that she was revived before her organs decomposed but it seems unlikely that Diana would be able to carry a child to full term without side effects

(Also I cannot stress enough how much I love this au but if I’m asking too many questions let me know)

You are not asking too many questions at all Bamboo!! I adore every single one so much!

I've been dying to answer this question for so long, and while there is definitely some stuff I want to draw for this, I couldn't wait and decided to answer it as a quick fic lol!

I did focus a bit more on the lore and how Diana managed to have a healthy pregnancy and child. I was a little brief with everyone else's reactions, but that's because I plan on expanding on that later!

For now, here is "Accouchement" 💐🪦

CW: mentions potential child loss

Word Count: 4060 🖤

The night was a blessing for them both.

Night brought a peace within their world that the light of the day chased out with discipline and obligations. Hushed words made conversations softer, more cherished, hanging onto every whisper in order to hear. Tall, black shadows shielded them from all but each other, hiding what was only meant for them to see. Yet even the comfort of nightfall could not protect them from all reality, even momentarily.

Secondo laid in bed next to his lover, staring up at the ceiling and the suggestion of a slowly moving fan in the darkness. Every once in a while his eyes would drift over her form beside him. The gentle curve of her hips, dipping down towards her waist. The bed sheets stopped at her chest, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and face, surrounded in short brown curls. Her ghoulish hand was resting on his chest, pressed over his heart. The chill of her flesh seemed to be the only thing calming its rapid hammering against his ribs.

Only an hour ago had Sister Diana, the woman beside him that had sunk her claws into his soul, told him that she was pregnant.

Both of their reactions had been quiet, allowing breath to pass lips slowly and hands to hold each other. Secondo has always been a confident and assured man. He was capable of both commanding and maintaining control. Yet now, he felt like he was falling. It was not that he didn’t welcome the news. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected such a warmth to form in his chest once the words had sunk in. He hadn’t expected to see Diana smiling, and feel one grace his lips as well. They equally shared happiness, as they did fear.

How this pregnancy would be kept to full term seemed implausible, despite the unbelievable fact that Diana had gotten pregnant at all. Her mind was still her own. Diana retained her humanity even after Secondo witnessed her claw herself out of the earth from her grave. Even after he watched her body pull itself from death, all while the towering presence of the Old One stood above her, willing her to rise from the tomb of the earth. The woman he loved was still here with him, but undeniably changed. The corpses she dressed before their journey to eternal rest now mirrored her pale face and icey flesh. The nun, referred to as the ghost of the mortuary by some siblings, now stands over her work like a reanimated body fulfilling her duties for her fellow deceased. Even now, as her chill calmed the raging fire under his skin, he could not see the subtle rise and fall of her breathing, simultaneously furthering his panic.

That would be something Secondo would have to learn to get used to.

Sister Diana was dead. The mere idea of her carrying life inside her was a miracle… one that would surely burn out like a weak flame. It was a certain fact, however, that he did not question, as the unholy mother had came to Diana in a dream to confirm it, as she does with many newly expecting mothers. Secondo was still a Cardinal under his older brother, Papa Emeritus Primo, and Sister Diana was not married to him, yet the pregnancy still received a blessing, not that that was an expectacion necessarily.

Secondo let in a very quiet, sharp inhale as the ring he wore on his finger sent a sharp pain across his entire hand and up his arm for the tenth time that night since he’d gone to bed. It felt almost like the golden band was biting into his flesh. The ring had been a gift on the day he had ascended as a cardinal, from Bishop Avarice… a friend.

He lifted his hand slowly to his face, and even in the darkness he could make out a thin trail of blood spilling down the palm of his hand and down his wrist, confirmed by the cool feeling of the liquid against his skin.

His eyes darted towards the clock on his nightstand. The “bites” had come every three minutes now, starting since three o'clock this morning. Secondo would have scoffed at how cliche that was, if he wasn’t so genuinely disturbed. He knew it must mean something, what, he didn’t have a damn clue.

Every gift, word, and look from Bishop Avarice, is one from the demon, Beelzebub. The infernal king of devils, and prince of gluttony, plague, war and… fertility.

Fuck

The Cardinal felt his heartbeat grow faster now than it did this entire night. Secondo rarely cared what the high clergy had to say or feel regarding him. While he did respect Avarice, he did not bat an eye at the idea of keeping him waiting. Beelzebub was an entirely different thing, one which he has kept waiting for half an hour at this point.

Carefully, Secondo pried himself from Sister Diana’s arms. It felt like he was removing himself from his own tomb in a way, leaving the comfort of death to face something far more terrifying.

Secondo spared himself a single glance in the mirror after putting on his cassock. He froze at the sight of the bottle of whiskey on his desk, staring back at him in the reflection. He turned and grabbed it, trying not to make an sound. It felt like an eternity and more as he crept through the room towards his door, making every step silent and controlled, slow.

The moment he shut the door behind him with a gentle click, he practically flew down the hallway towards the offices of the bishops.

***

The Cardinal’s rapid foot falls ceased abruptly as he rounded the corner and found himself at the entrance of the hallway he was looking for. Doors of each office faced eachother as the shadows warped and elongated their forms. The lights were small and dim, higher up towards the ceiling, and only served in making the darkness seem harsher by contrast.

Secondo took a slow and controlled breath. He needed to enter this space calmly and in control, not only for his pride but for his own well being. Best not to let a predator know you are scared, and he was about to walk into a cave full of hungry, hellish beasts.

The energy of this part of the church always felt different, no matter the time of day. However, at this hour, the air was thin, and would easily make you feel light headed. Every part of his exposed skin felt chilled, like he was in a cold sweat and feverish. His body moved itself to the right door, seeing the silver plate on the wall that titled the room to belong to the “bishop” he sought.

One hand clutched the bottle of whiskey in a death grip while the other raised itself against the door and knocked, once, twice, and then a final time. He didn’t breathe as he waited for that relieving click of the door unlocking itself. It was only once his lungs started burning did he hear it, which allowed him to inhale slowly once more before he opened the door.

The sight within the office was daunting, but not in the way you might expect. There was no hellfire or horrific sight of a demon crawling along the ceiling to devour him. Instead, what greeted him was Lord Beelzebub, still passable as human in appearance, reclining back in his chair. He looked relaxed, reading while he smoked. His coat was off and his collar was loosened. He also seemed happy, as the smile on his face was subtle but undeniably there. Secondo couldn’t remember the last time he had seen such a thing. The Reverend Avarice was an intimidating man, powerful as he was mentally, socially, and physically, who rarely smiled. From the way he dressed, to the intensity of his eyes, he made you feel helplessly small, as everything about the bishop was big. Given his looks, this was not something that the siblings necessarily complained about.

All the same, Secondo was aware of the opinions that circulated around the church regarding himself.

The source of his seemingly good mood, mysterious as it was, was taken as a blessing from Satanas. Secondo had been certain he would be angered by having to call to him ten times through the ring. This wasn’t something the Cardinal was necessarily aware of, thinking it only to be a simple ring, but the gift had been so obviously given to him for a purpose, from someone like Beelzebub. He should have known, yet was grateful still for the patience the demon showed.

“Your dark Eminence. Here I thought you were ignoring us.” Beelzebub’s tone was as leisurely as his posture, yet it made Secondo freeze and remain silent. Us? His eyes dare to move away from the demon and towards the other side of the room. He was astonished that he hadn’t seen the other man in the room.

Bishop Lucrum stood on the other side of the office, looking over papers that were laid out over a desk. A tall, thin man that somehow always managed to look animated, even when still. As colorful as his personality was, he held a fair amount of respect within the church, and a repuation that cautioned any one daring to cross him. He had a heavy amount of authority in the church’s financial board, and often worked closely with Bishop Avarice, his brother, delivering sermons and structuring lessons for the youth seminary.

In the same vein, he was known to work with Father Null regarding the same matters, and others that were a bit more hush hush. Between the two cheerful bastards that were Father Null and Bishop Lucrum, Secondo didn’t have a clue how Avarice didn’t tear his beard off in ire.

He could also himself the same, regarding Terzo.

Bishop Lucrum, who was really Lord Mammon, king of greed, wealth, and prosperity, did look up at Secondo after a moment, stealing him with a gaze that often unnerved most siblings. His left eye, replaced by a glass prosthetic, glinted in the light, as gold as a coin itself. The Cardinal suspected he chose it to be a little unnerving.

The personalities of these demons were simply unfiltered versions of their human guises. Whereas Bishop Lucrum was more of a showman and a talker, Bishop Avarice was a firm, steady authority, yet both brothers could be equally as threatening.

Two sides of the same coin.

“Lord Beelzebub…Lord Mammon. I’m sorry I didn’t come immediately when you first summoned me.” Secondo kept his tone controlled, not daring to break eye contact with Mammon until the demon spoke to him, yet he felt just as tense not having Beelzebub in his line of sight. Why? He’s worked with both of these infernals for several years now. He was not used to feeling so infuriating nervous.

“You can make it up to us by pouring us some Grappe and sitting down.” Hearing that, Secondo began to wonder if Beelzebub was being so passive deceptively.

“I would love to, but I actually brought you both a bottle of Whistlepig for us to enjoy. I know you both enjoy it.” The Cardinal sets the bottle on Beelzebub’s desk, still keeping his eyes on Mammon’s face. The sight of the whiskey finally makes the thinner demon’s lips twitch upwards into a smirk.

“For us? You’re really trying to get on our good side tonight, aren’t you, Cardinal.” Mammon’s statement makes Secondo finally feel releashed from that golden, hypnotic gaze that held his attention for so long. He could finally turn his neck, feeling an ache in it set in from how tense the muscles had been.

Damn, he’s getting old.

“Well pour the whiskey then, it’s already almost 4 am. We only have two hours like this.” Beelzebub puts down what he was reading and raises his cigar to his lips to inhale the dark, reddish looking smoke. As he exhaled, it slipped past his lips and sharp teeth, reminding Secondo of a fire burning inside his chest and release smoke.

Secondo grabbed three glasses from the small bar desk kept in his office, bringing them to Beelzebub’s desk and arranging them in a triad. The pouring liquor seemed to be enough to draw Mammon closer, as his footsteps behind him made Secondo tense up once again before relaxing as he simply goes to sit beside his brother, adjusting his suit jacket and resting an elbow on the table comfortably.

Secondo sits down across from them once he finishes pouring each glass, and there is a moment where the three of them just stared at eachother, none speaking or moving to grab their drink. Both demons simply stared at Secondo for a moment. With the two of them next to eachother, it was easier to see the similarities along with the more obvious differences. Siblings often liked to gossip over which one was the eldest brother, being as their was little to no information about them anywhere, and they could only go by the vague and disconnected information that the bishops would share verbally. Secondo knew these demons to be ageless, simply and unfathomably, and left it at that. The two men he was looking at now were no more than illusions of the horrors that they truly were.

“How did she get pregnant?” The question left his lips in a rush of quiet exasperation after who knows how long, as Secondo looked between the two other men. He could see them slowly look at eachother and spare looks of silent humor and mocking incredulously raised brows, as if his question really had been that obvious and simple.

“I think that’s obvious, Cardinal.” Beelzebub, in response to his shaken words, idly blows a light amount of smoke past his own lips.

Secondo found himself standing over the two demons before he started thinking, rage rushing through him like a dam that had finally broke. He stares down over them in a still bridled but dangerously tempted rage.

“You known damn well why I ask that! Stop playing fucking games with me and tell me how I can keep this child!”

The result of his outburst rewarded him with Beelzebub rising from his chair, easily matching, if not surpassing his height once he moved around the desk. Secondo was a taller man himself after all. The demon’s burning red and yellow eyes bore into him like brands of fire. So much for his good mood just a moment ago, though Secondo really could only blame himself for that.

“You can’t. You don’t need us to tell you that. I thought that would be somewhat of a relief to you, Secondo. Now you don’t have to worry about replicating your father’s neglect onto your kid.”

“You don’t have to give up your lifestyle either. Kids are expensive Cardinal, I can’t imagine you’d be able to keep having all those night outs anymore.” Mammon remained in his chair, leaning heavily on the desk as he rolled a coin between each of his fingers, watching him and Beelzebub idly, not batting an eye at the stand off.

“And you won’t have to be tied to a life long committed to Diana… perfect, right?” Beelzebub never broke his stare straight into his very skull. He held it all the while Secondo remained silent, unable to summon any words to pass his lips, much less form in his mind after that bombardment of…uncomfortable truths. As much as he loved Diana, commitment was something they both struggled with, and mutually agreed, for now, not to force any kind of decision between the two of them.

After a moment of silence, Beelzebub speaks again, somewhat less intensely.

“Why do you think I bothered to call you in here ten times if the answers were that simple?”

“... So that we can arrange a pact.” Finally, the Cardinal finds his voice. His fists clench for a moment at how easily Beelzebub had stolen that ability from him. Again, Secondo was in no way used to having the ease of control over a room stripped from him. Not that this is by any means an average room.

“So you do want a way to have it all? I won’t lie to you, I’m liking all this greed, Cardinal.” Mammon leans back in his chair as Beelzebub moves to go sit back down beside his brother.

“Accepting change, yet wanting nothing to change, all at the same time. Something has to give though, doesn’t it? What are willing to sacrifice?” Mammon pauses the movement of the rolling coin between his first and middle finger, staring at him with a deceptively nice face. His eyes looked ready to swallow him in golden flames.

“Anything. Whatever you both want, I will give.” Secondo remains standing, following the larger demon’s movements with his eyes, but taking care to respond to Mammon.

“Careful, Secondo. Be very, very careful with your words here…” Beelzebub leans forward in his chair a little, lowering his tone and slowing his words, willing them to grip the Cardinal by his throat.

“If you allow us to take anything, we will take anything.”

Secondo sat back down, slowly sinking into the furniture. He had such a grip on the arm of the chair he was sitting in now that it creaked. He felt like a child being reprimanded for speaking out of turn. He was not a young man, his behavior was foolish as minimum in this. It infuriated him almost as much as these demons… who were his friends. Why was this such a tense conversation? Why did this need to feel like he was fighting just to breath in this room, let alone have a civil conversation. Could they not just give him grace, just this once, after the past three months of his life have been destroyed and rebuilt in a haze of chaos.

Then Beelzebub’s eyes dimmed, pulling back the flame and instead fixing him with a colder stare that felt like relief to Secondo, where some may find it harsh looking.

“If I allow you to have this child, I want your full devotion to me. No more of this lenient bullshit, I’m not fucking around anymore. You will give me your entire life and practice, before during, and after you become Papa Emeritus Secondo. Do this, and Diana will have a healthy pregancy and deliver the child with no issue.” Beelzebub’s demand left no room for any kind of negotiation on that deal, despite the immense gravity of it. His tone left no doubt in Secondo that it was indeed a promise.

This didn’t stop the Cardinal from looking over at Mammon for his demand, “... What is your price, Lord?”

“You couldn’t pay me any amount of cash to cut a deal with you.” A light chuckle erupts from him as he leans back even more, knitting his claws together over his stomach. His smile showed off golden fangs, reflecting slightly in the light of the office.

“I will allow you to keep your lifestyle, your papalcy will be bigger than your brother’s in every way, and the ghost project is going to spike under your reign.” Mammon’s words came off so easy, just like his smile.

Secondo tensely waited for the catch. He already knew before he told him that he couldn’t simply pay the Lord of Greed, unfortunately.

“You’re going to use that time in the spot light to work your ass off for both of us. If I need a special favor, I need you to fulfill it, no questions asked. The work you put in won’t affect your time with your family, but it will be demanding. Your time working with me is payment. More importantly, it’s also paving the way for your brothers, and for your kid.”

Mammon adjusted the watch on his wrist to check the time after laying out his equally demanding expectations for the Cardinal.

Secondo was silent for a moment, letting this sink in. He knew this wasn’t something that was going to make him sink to the bottom, but it would test him, extremely so.

Perhaps that was the point of this being so difficult, to prepare him for trial. Is this what Primo has to deal with on a regular basis with these infernals?

Another reality just got added to his mind with that thought, among a mountain of others. The words of the demons blended together in his head as he stared down at his untouched glass of whiskey. The idea of working, not just for his debt to Mammon and Beelzebub, but for his brothers and unborn child did stick with him more than he anticipated it would. If he could give them even a slightly better chance at success than he and Primo had, he could feel like he did something for them. He could feel like he filled in as their older brother and father properly, unlike Nihil, who couldn’t be bothered to give them a single fair opportunity, much less the time of day.

This was his opportunity to pave the way for something greater than himself.

“... Shall we drink to it then?” Secondo looks up at them, his gaze steady and voice firm in his decision.

Mammon grabs his glass without missing a beat, but Beelzebub doesn’t move so fast. He takes one more moment to lock eyes with the Cardinal, evaluating something inside of him, before a small smile finally came across his own features again. Beelzebub reached for the glass and picked it up.

“Let’s drink to it.” The affirmation is back to a steady and lighter demeanor.

The three men tilt back their drinks and to take a sip, solidifying the pact and marking an eternal devotion to the sin of greed. Finally, Secondo felt like he could breathe once more, like the liquor had some how opened his lungs and throat to allow in oxygen, and his mind stopped racing so much. The two demons before him simply looked content and happy to knock back a whiskey that was really meant to be sipped, yet they downed it as easily as water.

“Congratulations, friend. You’ll be a wonderful father.” Mammon’s grin looked natural finally as he handed him that coin that was in his hand, possessing a slight glow to it. The seal of Beelzebub was engraved on one side, while the seal of Mammon was on the other.

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Telling his brothers that Sister Diana was pregant was much easier, as he expected it to be. Their initial reactions had been shocked, concerned, and confused, much like he had been. Papa Primo and his Prime Mover, Elizabeth, had approached him the night that he had broke the news to them all. They were understandably worried. He knew they were checking to see if he knew the likelihood of the pregancy being carried to full term was slim, he knew that from the way Eliza’s eyes seemed glassy, and Primo kept trying to search his eyes. He also knew their concerns would eventually be diluted by pleasant hope and confusion once the pregancy reached five healthy months, and it did.

Terzo and Copia, who remained silent at first, began to grow a bit more anxious and excited as the prospect of being uncles. It was finally hitting them that this could be real.

Elizabeth’s joy for her beloved friend only grew with Diana over the next months, hope slowly increasing into full blown delight. Primo finally began smiling again when he saw Sister Diana with him towards the end of her pregancy.

On the day of the accouchement, the birth of his daughter made the ministry glow with pride and happiness. Cardinal Secondo Emeritus ushering in the continuation of the bloodline was nothing short of celebrated. The high clergy all sent their blessings and well wishes to his family. Bishop Avarice and Bishop Lucrum offered their assistance with the newborn if it was needed, as friends would.

Perhaps the jubilation was why Secondo agreed to allow his father, Papa Emeritus Nihil, to hold his newborn granddaughter, Bellamy, during her dedication to the Unblessed Mother and Father.

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🪦Welcome to my blog!🪦

Hello! Welcome to my coining blog! My name is Cain, and I use this blog to coin alterhuman and xenogender terms!

About Me

✰ I'm eighteen

✰ I'm nonbinary, genderfluid, and xenogender

✰ I'm bisexual and polyamorous

✰ I love Monster energy drinks and Pepsi

✰ I love vulture culture

✰ I'm an alterhuman and a tulpamancer (I am NOT a system! I don't agree with tulpamancers using the term "system.")

✰ I'm an age regressor and age dreamer. My regression/dreaming ages are 1-5 yrs old!

About My Alterhumanity

THERIOTYPES

✰ Red fox 🦊

✰ Arctic wolf ❄️🐺

✰ Snow leopard ❄️🐆

KINTYPES

✰ Ghostkin 👻

LINKTYPES

✰ Crow 🐦‍⬛

✰ Arctic werewolf ❄️🐺🌕

✰ Mermaid 🧜‍♀️

✰ Bombay cat 🐈‍⬛

✰ Hellhound 🐺🔥

OTHERS

✰ not deer 🏔🦌 (otherhearted)

About My Tulpas

Disclaimer: I do not believe that tulpamancers are systems. "Tulpagenic systems" do not exist. Tulpas can possess or switch with their hosts, but it doesn't make them a system, as it is consensual and not a disorder, but a spiritual practice/psychological phenomenon.

✰ I currently have one sentient tulpa and many imaginary friends. Not all of them are going to become sentient intentionally as I do not plan to share my consciousness with that many other beings (although this may change).

✰ I am not pro or anti endogenic systems, but more neutral. I am not a system or a tulpa myself. I am a tulpamancer who created a tulpa, or more accurately a soulbond, by accident. I don't agree with people w/o DID/OSDD using the term system but I'm also not one to pick on people who choose to use those terms, as it is not my decision to make.

✰ Tulpamancy is not a closed practice. Go to r/tulpa on reddit for more info on the subject! There are posts that are very informative and useful!

Tagging System

#cains cemetery thoughts - rants and vents

#cains coin collection - my terms and flags

#cains classroom - tips, tricks, and info on tulpamancy, lgbtq2ia+, MOGAI, witchcraft, and alterhumanity.

#cains funniest home videos - things that give me gender/species euphoria, or just stuff related to my theriotypes/linktypes/kintypes/etc.

#cains circus - stuff about my tulpas/imaginary friends

#cains V/H/S tapes - vulture culture content, may be graphic and involve dead/taxidermied animals!!

#cains colouring book - age regression/dreaming related stuff!

Feel free to block any of these!

DNI

✰ radqueers, prats, xenosatanists, pro contact harmful paras, transrace and variants, transid/transx, ESPECIALLY "transyanderes/transstalkers" FUCK OFF!!!

✰ I don't have a super strict DNI, but I ask that ageplay, DDLG or variants, and any kink blogs in general to please not interact with me. Also, basic dni criteria (racist, xenophobic, anti lgbtq+, neo-nazi, etc)

✰ vent blogs that post sensitive content like s/h or ed content are fine to interact/use my terms, but I likely won't follow back because I don't really want to see anything triggering. If you post heavy uncensored sh, then please dni as this blog is supposed to be an escape from that type of stuff for me, ty! (Feel free to interact with me on a more sfw account, though) :3

✰ respectful questions from antis of furries, therians, otherkins, alterhumans, xenogenders/neopronouns, etc. are always welcome as long as you are polite and respectful. I'm not here to debate you, though, so please don't bother trying to argue for the sake of arguing.

✰ if I violate your DNI, please don't hesitate to let me know! If you have any questions, please don't be afraid to message me! I don't bite :D

#about myself #about my blog #blog intro #gender coining #mogai coining #xeno coining #coining blog

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begging on my hands and knees for anyone that muses carl grimes from the walking dead to write against my nb!oc. i have a slew of plot ideas and aus i would love to write, but here are some basics about me!

🪦 i am over 21+ so please be at least over 18 for my comfort. i would also like to explore canon typical themes like violence and gore, and in terms of my oc, child experimentation, religious cults, and parasites. nsfw is not required, but i am not opposed to it being included.

🪦 i work a full time job and have a slew of medical issues. i reply as fast as i can, and reply pretty fast in most cases, but don’t prod me every three hours.

🪦 i usually write lit. - advanced lit. - novella third person but will usually match my partner’s length.

🪦 please be chatty ooc! i love making friends with my partners and screaming about our characters! i love making pinterest boards, playlists and art of our characters, sharing headcanons and all that jazz!

if you are at all interested in chatting with me further, please interact and i’ll reach out!

like if you're interested and op will reach out

#the walking dead rp #the walking dead roleplay #twd rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #1x1 rp #dead dove

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darkrpfinder · 1 month

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🪦 i work a full time job and have a slew of medical issues. i reply as fast as i can, and reply pretty fast in most cases, but don’t prod me every three hours.

🪦 i usually write lit. - advanced lit. - novella third person but will usually match my partner’s length.

if you are at all interested in chatting with me further, please interact and i’ll reach out!

#the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead rp #twd rp #twd roleplay #mxnb #rp search #dark roleplay #dark rp #spicy rp #18+ mun

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kitti-coining · 1 year

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🐾♡ Transfemmascbitch / Transmascfembitch

A gender connected to being transfemmasc, and being a bitch, a transfemmascbitch // A gender connected to being transmascfem, and being a bitch, a transmascfembitch

🐾♡ Transfemneubitch / Transmascneubitch

A gender connected to being transfemneu, and being a bitch, a transfemneubitch // A gender connected to being transmascneu, and being a bitch, a transmascneubitch

🐾♡ Transbitch

A gender connected to being trans, and being a bitch, a transbitch

@bitchgenders-archive

Eye just now realized xi spelt one as trand, not trans 😭

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goodmorningggggg I hope you’re doing well, I have returned to humbly present you my ideas, 🙏 because I literally love every take you have on them, also I added a warning just incase don’t know if it actually fits but just incase.

Warnings? Disassociation?

Some poor human on the verge of a panic attack after prowl messes with them, they thought they had been safe, but they weren’t.

For some reason they feel so disconnected from their body right now, even as the mech who just used them walks away leaving them soaking and to their own devices in their cage. Their limbs aren’t responding and they feel on the edge of spiraling into something akin to insanity.

They weren’t exactly fine, but they weren’t dead, yet atleast maybe this was just a horrible, horrible overly realistic nightmare and they would wake up back at home soon. Because surely if the first contact with an alien species were to happen it wouldn’t be like this…right? No. It couldn’t be, it’s supposed to be like the movies, the aliens come ask the humans to take them to their leader and then the plot progresses from there. So this had to be some horrible dream, they were probably just imagining the feeling of being squished against the roof of the mechs mouth, like when you fall in a dream and jerk awake.

The mech returns, holding a glass of energon, the human doesn’t reach forward towards the mech like they foolishly had done previously, instead curling further into themselves pressing back into the corner of the cage, eliciting a confused noise from the mech as he reached probing digits towards the human, trying to wriggle one behind the human so he could hook them out of the corner, a frustrated noise eliciting from his vocalizer.

“What has gotten into you? You reached for me like you wanted this before.”

-🪦

BRRROOOOO I’M EXPLODDINGGGGG

It’s always such a pleasant surprise to wake up to so many asks about this AU in the morning HAHA I’m honored every single time. Good morning 🪦 :)

But GOD this poor human. Disassociation would be the right term for this yeah. That last line made me scream GOD PROWL WOULD ABSOLUTELY SAY THAT

And Prowl just being so confused on how this human seems to have taken a complete 180. He doesn’t pay it much mind, though. Maybe it was just a little tired, maybe that was the human’s first time being tasted. As he reaches into the cage, flavoring energon ready and waiting for the human, he makes a mental note to maybe be a little more gentle this time around.

Not that he remembers to.

#relic answers #tasty au

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honestlymurderforacokezero · 2 years

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🎃Halloween Rom-Com Plots🎃

Inspired by the tweet about there not being enough Halloween Rom-Coms. So I made some little plots based on popular romantic movies, with a creepy twist!

🕸️Runaway Bride Black Widow Bride- Muse A is known in town as a Black Widow. Of her many marriages, all have died under mysterious circumstances. When Muse B moves to town, Muse A has their sights set on them, but finds that, for the first time, they might actually want a real happily ever after.

🔮You’ve Got Mail You've Got Cursed- Muse A and Muse B have been chatting online for a while and both are comfortable in their relationship. After Muse A realizes that Muse B belongs to a rival coven, they come up with a plan to win them over in real life while simultaneously trying to subtly sabotage their online relationship.

🪦How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days How to Exorcise A Guy in 10 Days - Muse A is a demon who possesses the body of a human, but when they fall in love with Muse B, an actual human, they have to decide if they can keep on living this way or reveal themselves and take their chances.

🐺Sweet Home Alabama Sweet Home Alpha - After running away from home and living alone for years, Muse A returns to their pack after their partner proposes to them. Muse A’s partner has no idea they’re a werewolf, or that they are bound to their mate that they left behind, Muse B. Muse A tries to secretly find a way to break the bond and escape the wolf curse and their pack before their wedding, but after some time at home realize that may not actually be what they want anymore.

🫀Pretty Woman Pretty Monster - Muse A is a mad scientist and Muse B is the creature they bring to life. When romance blossoms they both struggle to figure out if it’s real or created.

🦇Serendipity - Two vampires who keep meeting by chance throughout history and fall in love across the centuries.

🕯️Legally Blonde Wickedly Blonde - After Muse A is dumped, they sell their soul to receive the powers of a witch. Once they become everything their ex claimed they wanted and it still isn't enough, they realize their mistake in making such a sacrifice for someone else. Luckily, Muse B, another witch, is there to help them realize their full potential, and get revenge on their unworthy ex.

🗡️13 Going on 30 13 Going On Dead - After a birthday wish comes true, Muse A wakes up as an older version of themselves, only to find out that they've become cruel and self-centered. They're faced with the consequences of their actions, that they don't remember doing, when they become the target of a slasher's revenge. They contact their estranged best friend, Muse B, to try and find a way to stop the killer and get Muse A back to their original time so they can undo the damage and hopefully save the future.

⚰️While You Were Sleeping While You Were Buried- A misunderstanding leads a family to believe that Muse A is the secret fiancé of their recently deceased son, Muse C. Unable to bring themselves to correct them, Muse A feels like their becoming a part of this strange, but kind family. Overtime, Muse C's brother, Muse B, begins to develop feelings for Muse A, but when Muse C comes back from the dead, it throws the budding romance into chaos and threatens to reveal the truth about Muse A to the whole family. (Think along the lines of the Addams Family in terms of weirdness lol).

🐈‍⬛The Wedding Planner The Funeral Planner - Muse A works in their family's funeral home and is currently planning their wedding. When the mysterious Muse B wakes up in the funeral home where they're being prepared for burial, it scares them both. Muse A agrees to help Muse B solve the mystery behind their death and resurrection, even as their wedding date nears.

#prompts #plot inspo #things i do instead of sleeping lol #i may add to this tbh we'll see

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I think what George means by it being easier if his dad stayed dead is that he had grieved and come to terms with his passing but now that he found out that his dad is alive he has to deal with the fact that his dad just abandoned him and didn't seem to care for him.

OOPArts Anon

LOL

yeah I rewound and rewatched the scene

:’D

Idk why I got those vibes LOL. Truly could just be the abandonment 💀💀💀💀🪦.

You perfectly worded it tho. Cause yeah. His dad rlly wasn’t dead at all and doesn’t even spit in George direction (unless he needs something from him)

Sucks :/

Wild that Fake Dad is a better than actual!Dad Karizaki LOL

#messed up #so funny tho LOL #I literally watched that and was like #/gasssssssp/ dID hE exPERImeNT on geORGE?!?!#🙈🪦🦆🥊🔫🤡👽👾✌️#:))#my thougts #kamen rider revice #revice #kronthescoup #ikki why is ur demon so cringe #asks #OOPArts anon #kr revice #watching revice #revice spoilers #george karizaki #bath 37 #inbetween baths

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rphunter · 1 month

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🪦 i work a full time job and have a slew of medical issues. i reply as fast as i can, and reply pretty fast in most cases, but don’t prod me every three hours.

🪦 i usually write lit. - advanced lit. - novella third person but will usually match my partner’s length.

if you are at all interested in chatting with me further, please interact and i’ll reach out!

#the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead rp #dark

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bhloodcbxrnh · 6 months

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𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕳𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖔𝖗𝖊

Most of it will be under read more but here is the lore to be updated as I go. as well as head canons

🪦 Based upon the Lore of the game Mortuary Assistant, demon hunters will bound demons to bodies in order to cremate them. It does not affect the recently deceased’s soul as they have moved on.

🪦 Demon Hunters are called Morticains in my world in order to hide what they do. Not all funeral homes are demon hunters, some of them are.

🪦Ghosts also exist but they are not as powerful and are left to Ghost Hunters

🪦Demon Hunters are the children of demons and humans, you need demon blood to hunt them.

🪦You can train to become a Seer, someone who is called by Holy Power whatever that may be - God or not - to fight demons and must basically become a nun, priest, pastor, parishioner, etc.

🪦 Not everyone with those job titles are demon hunters - if you are you are and you know who they are.

🪦 Most demon hunters are trained by who the demon parent it. Esmeray’s father had sired six other human children who all hunt demons.

🪦Her father is Stolas - not the helluva boss character but Stolas is a Prince of hell, only higher demons can have human children.

🪦Most demons tend to just want to exist among humans and they are allowed to do so

🪦The only issue is when they fuck up the balance, trying to create a new species? Overthrow the Gods? Sorry

🪦 Depending upon culture, folklore, religion the demons are different and no just because Esmeray is of a Catholic faith based training doesn’t mean she’s not allowed to fight Yokai.

🪦 Most mythical creatures, not all came from demons merging with animals...

🪦 Weapons are made of bones from Seers, and can be merged to be a part of the person wielding them. Like she can pull a sword from her stomach if need be but it’s powerful magic and really painful.

🪦 Runes are tattooed and burned in various placements of the body to create a barrier, used with spells (touching them in a pattern and saying a prayer ((spell)) in order use them against demons.

🪦I will be making a basic list but no - not the shadow hunter type.

🪦 Esmeray is a portal - that being her father had six children to use as portals to enter the human realm.

🪦 Esmeray has died before from fighting demons and is stuck in hell wandering around to find the portal before she is drowned. She is lost in a swamp and has to find a door to her body.

🪦Her father possesses her to keep her body alive, while he won’t admit it he adores his children and loves them equally

🪦Esmeray is a prodigy with swords and hunting, Stolas spent a lot of time teaching her a lot of things about the human world

🪦Esmeray is an orphan, she was one of the 15 kids orphaned during a town tragedy (idk what it is yet) so she was placed in foster care then adopted after finding out - oh yeah she can talk to the dead and demons

🪦stolas when possessing Esmeray is the most terrifying thing people have seen. She doesn’t walk normal and smells like death. Think the Conjuring in terms of possession but not chair lifting off the ground.

🪦Most demons as I said just want to exist and can be friendly and help out, some even have married humans but can’t have kids.

🪦 to be added as I go

rules:

🌹 Obviously your muse has rules and so does mine

🌹unless they are from another world, not human do not make them a demon hunter within my lore they can be a hunter with another lore but don’t godmod and take over my world

🌹ive had that happen before but when I made a detailed vampire world a rp partner took over who could and couldn’t kill a vampire ignoring my muse’s backstory.

🌹 runes and bone weapons are holy and can’t be put or used with regular people, you can but they dont do anything really. Except maybe the protection but why draw a demon your way?

🌹 Other supernatural being exist, let’s go with that but they don’t and RARELY make themselves known.

#:: jesus died for our sins :: whats one more?#::esmeray answer the phone please | muse meme #:esmeray : the demon hunter #:: Lore Demon Hunter 🪦🌹

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rainbowxocs · 10 months

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SPECIES INFO: Undead

🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

INFO: If You manage to cheat death herself, you become one with the dead. Of course, this sounds great at first.. but there are some consequences to cheating death.

ANATOMY: There are two main types of Undead. Corporeal and Incorporeal. Which is fancy terms for whether or not the undead is still attached to their body.

Corporeal undead, are essentially walking corpses. They usually have to eat, and are still somewhat “alive”.. except for the lack of a heartbeat..

Incorporeal dead, are essentially walking souls. They do not have a physical body and tend to show up as more of a fragment.

Incorporeal Dead have to deal with the five stages of grief, until they reach acceptance their form will be fragmented and completely glitched and disturbing. Some Corporeal dead have to deal with this as well but it’s less often, or if they do it’s more of an emotional thing than a physical one.

POWERS: Most undead have the ability to turn others into the undead.

Usually an undeads powers is less about magical capacity but more about what their physical body can do.

STRENGTHS: It’s really hard to kill something that’s already dead. Usually in order to get rid of an undead creature you have to do or have something specialized.

They also are stronger than the living since most weapons don’t do much damage to them besides slowing them down.

WEAKNESSES: Having a body that’s constantly decaying or not even physically there SUCKS. One of the biggest weaknesses of being undead is simply the upkeep of your body.

Especially since allot of undead have a specialized diet as well, and that can be hard to have a constant supply of depending on the circumstances.

🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦🪦

SUBSECTIONS:

INCORPOREAL:

Ghosts: One of the most common types of undead. If a human dies and has unfinished business on earth or died a traumatic death, they will become a ghost. Once Ghosts reach acceptance they are allowed to pass on whenever they wish, some Ghosts chose to stick around even if their business is finished.

Ghosts are slightly transparent, and depending on the level of acceptance can look more uncanny/scary. However they usually look like how they did when they died, wearing the same clothing. They usually also have evidence of how they died depending on the death. For example a ghost who drowned being dripping wet or someone who was murdered still having the bloody wounds they died of. Ghosts also tend to not have pupils or irises.

Ghosts can possess people, and can fly through walls and possess objects. They can also turn invisible and teleport. Most ghosts also tend to float instead of walk or run.

A ghosts main weakness is that it can’t physically interact with much. Making it less of a physical threat than some other undead. However it can do allot of psychological damage.

You can get rid of a ghost by either getting it to move to the other side, or an exorcism.

Yurei are a regional version of ghosts native to Japan, They can also refer to “Spirits” which is explained further down this list.

CORPOREAL:

Zombies: Zombies are made in one of two ways. One is easier than the other. The first way is necromancy, taking a fully dead person (no ghosts attached) and reanimating their corpse.

And the second way is the Zombie Virus. Which you can get by being bitten while you are alive or via government experimentation.

Zombies have to take good care of their bodies or else they will lose themselves to the virus, meaning they lose their humanity and only care about eating.

The less a zombie takes care of themselves the more rotted they become. It’s very important in the beginning stages to make sure to take care of your body so you don’t lose your mind to the virus.

A Zombies rot will start from their bite mark and then spread throughout the body.

Zombies are carnivores and mainly eat brains and sometimes other organs if they are desperate enough. Their teeth are very sharp, and their saliva contains the zombie virus.

Even if a zombie takes care of themselves. There will always be some form of decay on their body due to them being a corpse. However as long as they take care of themselves they can theoretically preserve themselves forever.

Mummies and Skeletons are variations of Zombies.

A Zombies main weakness is that in order to keep their humanity they have to make sure they’re taking care of themselves, and two, destroying the zombies brain will kill them. Zombies are able to take blows from guns and knives without dying but if their brain is damaged they will die.

Some people will cut the zombies head off and then destroy the brain that way.

Vampires: Vampires, a classic. Vampires are made by being almost completely drained of blood by another vampire, Usually via the neck or wrist, and before you die, you are given some of the vampires blood.

This infects you, and turns you into a creature of the night. A vampires main diet is blood, they grow sharp fangs in which they bite their prey with. Their fangs act as both a piercing device and a straw which sucks the blood into their mouth.

Vampires can eat normal food as well, however it does not satisfy hunger.

Vampires can shapeshift into wolves, bats, etc. and also are incredibly fast.

Vampires are extremely nocturnal. Usually choosing to sleep during the day and wake up at night, due to the sunlight burning them due to their thin skin.

However vampires are able to go out in the daytime if needed usually choosing to have umbrellas, jackets, and covering their skin head to toe. They can also try and stay in the shadows, so the direct sunlight doesn’t hit them.

Vampires also sometimes have wings. Though this is a bit rare.

Vampires have two forms, their human form, and their vampire form. Their human form looks pretty normal for the most part, vampires don’t tend to show their true form unless they are starving.

Vampires can sleep in normal beds and can sleep normally. But it’s more comfortable to sleep in a coffin. It’s more cozy.

Holy Objects from any religion or sacred places tend to hurt vampires psychically. It does not hurt the vampire physically. But bright shiny objects or things that have a holy aura (which is also bright) tend to confuse the vampire and hurts their head.

There are also several plants that Vampires have grown allergic too. For example garlic, mustard, roses, hawthorn, etc. it’s unknown why Vampires are allergic to these things but it’s theorized it’s because of genetics.

Vampires are not able to be seen in mirrors due to their body being more of a illusion. Their human form tends to be shapeshifted to look more innocent and less menacing.

Vampires need permission before being let in to a house. Which humans can use to their advantage. “Can I come in?” “I don’t know, CAN you?” *insert vampire sulking off*

If you want to kill a vampire for good. Staking them through the heart is your best bet.

Dhamphirs: One of the only creatures of the dead that is born into this world. You cannot be made into a Dhamphir, they are only made when a human and a vampire have a baby.

Dhamphirs look almost fully human, except for the lack of heart beat. They also tend to have unnatural eyes like gold or silver.

Dhamphirs are essentially vampires but without any of the normal weaknesses. They can walk in the sun, have a pretty normal diet not needing to feed on humans as often, usually if a Dhamphir has enough meat in their diet that’s enough blood for them.

Dhamphirs make fantastic vampire hunters as they are able to sense the occult allot better than their human hunter counterparts. Though sometimes emotions blind them to seeing the occult properly.

A Dhamphirs main weakness is their heart. Like their vampire counterparts if they are stuck through the heart they will die immediately. Though good luck trying to catch them to do that-

Lich: Also nicknamed Phoenixes. These are a unique type of undead, as they are the closest you can be to being alive as an undead. Liches don’t have as much problems with decaying as other undead do.

Their main ability is that they cannot truly die. When they die, their body turns into ash, and they rise up again completely alive. So they can die over and over again with no consequences.

However.. this has its downsides.. The mental toll on liches is very high. And they tend to not have other powers like the other undead do.

WEIRD GREY AREA:

Spirit: Spirit is a term used to describe people who are of the undead but don’t fit into the other categories of undead. Like a person who became one with the dead but didn’t really “die” per say. Like for example, Princess Hana who became one of the dead by spending allot of time in the underworld.

Spirits go through the 5 stages of grief just like ghosts and tend to have different forms for the stages like ghosts. But their body is usually corporeal.

Reapers: Also called Psychopomps. This is a term used for people who guide spirits to the afterlife. Angels of death, Deities of Death, The Grim Reaper, etc fall under this category.

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EXAMPLES:

Are Yoru (Spirit)

Micah Coleman (Ghost)

James DuPont (Lich)

Aspen Quinn (Zombie)

Phillip Helsing (Vampire)

Kyrie Karnstein (Dhamphir)

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