Johnny Cooper - Otter (playful, mischievous, kindness, happiness, luck, loyalty, and adaptability) (thanks to @just-barrow for this)
Bill Fraser - Spotted hyena (loyal, courageous, social but also solitary, witty, smart, hunters rather than scavengers, territorial)
Dave Kershaw - Ring-tailed Lemur (playful, kindness, happiness, social, leisure, alert) (credit to @rosescruensixxam for saying that Dave's lemur would be like King Julian - a sassy mf)
Pat Riley - Red squirrel (playful, mischievous, social, passionate, trust, hardworking, resourcefulness)
Jim Almonds - Hare (courage, prosperity, rebirth, change, vigour, aggressiveness, cleverness, love, sensitivity)
Augustin Jordan - Great horned owl (wisdom, strength, fearless, decisive, freedom, stealth, protection) (thanks to @rosescruensixxam for helping me decide)
André Zirnheld - Peregrine Falcon (fearless, authoritative, goal-oriented, freedom, intelligence, victory, power, speed) (thanks to @rosescruensixxam for helping me decide)
Dr Gamal - Hummingbird (flexibility, healing, ability, unique, joy, enjoyment of life)
Walter Essner - Doberman pinscher (alert, fearless, loyal, aggressive, impulsive, social, self-protection, misunderstood) (thanks to @wearebackbagels for helping with Essner)
Herbert Bruckner - Common European Viper (impulsive, power, shrewdness, rebirth, deception, mistrust, temptation, death and evil) (credit to @wearebackbagels for this brilliant suggestion)
General Auchinleck has a golden monkey daemon (like Marisa Coulter), and General Ritchie has a horse (don't ask me what kind, I don't know horses)
And that's about as far as I've gotten, so please, come yell ideas at me in the comments bc I'm sorta stuck for everyone else
Considering writing a Daemon AU for D.gray-man, but is the fandom even alive enough to read it????
I like the idea of the complications of necromancy and akuma and Noah when your literal soul is something outside your body, something physical and visible.
What magic is used to get around it? What ways do Akuma affect Daemon? Does the magic keep the daemon whole, controlled by the new invading soul in it’s body? Do daemons shift with the new owner, the new soul, or does the Akuma magic keep them trapped in this form, tortured as much as the other half of their soul, chained to a form not meant for itself? Do akuma’s souls feel it, when you touch their daemon? I can’t imagine they react outwardly, but perhaps through Allen’s eye, he can see them flinch, see them scream and cry and beg for mercy for their daemon, if not for themselves. Can Allen see the daemon’s soul as well, it’s true form, chained and restrained and tortured within itself?
What do Daemon mean for Noah? I like the idea that they unsettle when Noah are reborn, that the rebirth changes them so fundamentally that their daemons must change as well, must rediscover what and who they are. But do they always resettle into the same form as their previous lives? I doubt it. There seems some separation, at least for Tiki, from the original Noah memory. But for Wisely, it seemed to be a one-to-one reincarnation. Perhaps it depends on the individual, on how much they remember and connect with their previous selves, on how much they identify with them.
And what of the Second Exorcists? Are they reborn with their daemon? Do they even HAVE daemon anymore, or did they fail to follow them into this life? If they did, are they the same as they had been the last time? Do the souls remember, even when the brains do not? Do the daemon remember their past lives? Do they see these children as themselves, or are they so different that even the other half of their souls can no longer recognize them? Or are the daemons just as clueless, just as new?
And Neah… is he still considered alive? Does his daemon remain, alive and alone? Does his soul still long for his brother, for his best friend? Do they need to stay nearby, need to cling to the other half of their soul?
Oh god. Oh god Timcampy is Neah’s daemon. Hidden in plain sight, disguised as a golem.
Wait. Neah and Mana were the same person once. Could Timcampy be BOTH of their daemons??? Ohhhh boy, and combined with the theory that Mana sealed his soul inside Allen with the curse, and how much Mana cared about his little Pierrot, and how much Neah and Allen had to care about each other for his reset to make sense, of course a piece of their soul would love him too, of course a piece of their soul would mourn him even if Neah would not allow himself to, and of course their daemon would WANT TO STAY CLOSE-
I may be posting some polls soon about what Daemons characters should have, or I may go take that one weirdly-specific Daemon quiz from the perspective of the characters.
Aleksander Morozova x Reader (His Dark Materials AU)
Lord Morozova was forced to leave his world and gather his army away from home for the war to come after he opened a portal between worlds. He didn't think that a stranger would be all he needed and that those few he holds close would betray him.
• Main Masterlist • Moodboards masterlist • Darkling masterlist
kim — “I realize it’s impolite to ask, officer, but as we’re now working together I feel that it’s important for me to know— where is your dæmon? is she small enough to need a protective case?” (his eyes seem to flit between harry’s visible pockets, as if looking for the telltale metal container of basic dæmonic health and safety.)
harry, abruptly so drenched in sweat that he may as well have just gotten caught in a sweltering june cloudburst — “uh. uhm. yes...” (he also begins checking his pockets, not at all surreptitiously. his palms slide over the smooth, flat fabric, hiding nary a box of smokes. there’s nothing but the little key to his room in the whirling. nothing...)
harry, face twisting further into the expression, a rapid drip of fear pumping through his heart — “she’s, um... away?” (his hands feel glued to the disco-ass blazer. the stalled and silk-thin lie is this man’s final, poor attempt at retaining a microgram of dignity, if that. the rest will crumble away and be gone into cosmic sand, afterwards.)
kim — “you lost her, didn’t you. somehow you managed to...” (he trails off in disbelief. the drinking, the hostel trashing, even the pervasive amnesia is all one concentrated shitstorm of a thing; the act of misplacing your own dæmon is unimaginable. it can’t be compared. it’s on another, more miserable earthly scale of its very own.)
harry, lowering himself down on the frittte’s damp sidewalk with all the grace of a window-stunned goose — “oh god, kim. I wouldn't— you don’t think I pawned my soul, do you?”
kim — (blinks. he blinks and wishes he were anywhere else.)
…I was determined to squeeze this one to close the year… I’m currently super obsessed with His Dark Materials so I drew Lewis and his ‘daemon’—Roscoe ❄️
and this is a veeeerry rare occassion where I didn’t gray-scale and colour right away 👉🏻👈🏻 please share this if you like it!
"Do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule or a law might have stopped me from protecting you?"
- to scarlett
"I would've been fine." Scarlett muttered, being stubborn as ever. Tearlach stood by Scarlett's legs. He huffed quietly. "I tried to tell her, but she didn't listen," he said. Scarlett ignored her daemon, looking at Lord Asriel. "Why are you so insistent on protecting me anyway?"
I rewatched PoI recently and went into full brainrot. The result is a short daemon AU/character study of our main heroes. John’s POV, but of course there’s Root/Shaw content in there because they’re my best girls even 7 years later 🥹
Arctic Explorer!Billy Russo x Arctic Explorer!Fem!Reader
drabble under the cut
“Don’t.” You cry out, stumbling slightly on the carpet as you leap towards Billy. His eyes widen in surprise as you knock the glass from his hand. He grasps hold of your forearm, squeezing it painfully and his dæmon lunges towards yours. He towers over you, looking at your wide eyes, then at the closet you had jumped out from.
“You were spying on me.” He hisses, his eyes dark and filled with suspicion.
“I wasn’t.” You protest instantly, trying to wriggle out of his grip with little success. His panther dæmon, Clementine, has your own dæmon pinned under her claws. As Billy raises a brow at you, your defiant expression falters and you sigh. “Okay I was.”
His stare is hard and unreadable as he looks at your face. You continue to tug against his hold, and your rabbit dæmon, Angus, twitches under Clementine’s paws.
“Russo,” you whine slightly, frown deepening as his grip on you remains tight. “You’re hurting me.”
“Good.”
You huff in response to his dismissive tone.
“Some thanks for saving your life.” His own frown deepens in confusion. He doesn’t loosen his hold on you, even as he asks,
“What are you talking about?”
“I saw the Master tip powder into the decanter of your Tokay.”
He shares a look with his dæmon, before glancing at the decanter of amber liquid, then at the glass you had knocked out of his hand when you had lept from the closet.
He releases his hold on you, and you slump into the chair behind you. Billy sits back in the chair he had been occupying before you had interrupted his moment of peace. Clementine removes her paws from Angus, and he hops up into your lap. You press your fingers into his soft fur, taking an unsteady breath as you process the last few minutes.
Angus grumbles about the audacity of dæmon’s these days, and a small smile flickers at your lips in response to your dæmon’s complaints. You know he’s more offended that he couldn’t fight Clementine off. Despite his appearance as a rabbit, your dæmon had always had more courage than you did.
Clementine pads over to Billy’s side, settling by his feet to watch you warily. He pats her on his head briefly, though that does little to ease the suspicion in her eyes.
“How did you get in here?” Billy asks you.
“Why does the Master want you dead?”
“I asked first.” You sigh. Talking with Billy was always a struggle.
The two of you were rival researchers, always pitted against one another, vying for more funding for your respective expeditions. You had heard Billy was holding a talk in the Retiring Room of Jordan College - and you weren’t invited. So, you had planned to hide in one of the old closets at the back of the room during his talk.
“I grew up in the college, raised by majority of the scholars here. I know this place inside and out.”
“That doesn’t explain how you got here.” You shrug lightly, looking down at the carpet.
“Came in through the window.”
Amusement twinkles in his eyes, as he looks between you and your dæmon still cuddled up in your lap.
“Through the window?” He muses, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he imagines your little rabbit dæmon attempting to keep up with you as you clamber over the slanted roofs of the college. Noticing his gaze on your dæmon, you straighten yourself before jutting your chin in his direction.
“Yes. Now, why was the Master trying to kill you?”
The amusement fades from Billy’s eyes, and he leans forward to rest his elbows against his knees. Clementine looks up at him, her head tilted as she says in a low voice,
“Tell her William.”
Billy sighs in response to his dæmon’s words, running a hand over the stubble adorning his chin to stop himself from observing the frown on your face.
“I’ve found proof.”
“Of what?”
“Other worlds, parallel universes, everything we’ve been searching for.” You hardly notice that you’re holding your breath, then he says the most important word. He whispers it, entrusting the knowledge to you, and you only. “Dust. It’s real.”
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Cristal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don't care
We aren't caught up in your love affair
Scandalous, unhinged, determined to fight for what they believe in: that's lord Asriel and Marisa Coulter.
And when two dangerous people like them collide, there is nothing that can stop them.