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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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5, sternclay, nsfw? 👀

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5: Incubus

“Buddy, I promise, you can come in and cuddle in like, ten minutes.”

The whining at the bedroom door stops, replaced by a big, wet nose, just visible through the crack at the bottom of the door as it snuffles back and forth. It’s very cute, but Barclay is not about to let his dog deprive him of a much needed jerk-off session.

He’s ready for bed, so it’s just a matter of pulling down his pajama pants and getting to it. Closing his eyes, he pictures that cute customer who gets black coffee and a croissant every morning at the Lodge. It takes a few tries to find a fantasy he likes, the one about the back counter and the new uses for a spatula.

Outside the door, Sass starts whining again, scratching frantically at the wood. There goes his deposit.

God, he can practically feel the guy up against him.

The bed dips on the outside of each thigh. Opening his eyes reveals a man wearing nothing but deep blue boxer briefs and a smile.

“Holyshitwhatthefuck?” He clambers back, banging his head on the wall in his hurry to sit up, “what the fuck man, how’d you get in here?”

“A portal between dimensions. That’s the, um, simplified version. But don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. The opposite really. I’m an incubus.”

“Why the fuck is a fucking sex demon in my bedroom?” Barclay yanks his pants up. The incubus looks sad at this development.

“I feed on sexual energy, and to do that I follow trails of that same energy to their source. You have a lot of it.”

“Yeah, year-long dry spell’ll do that.”

“Consider it broken.” The demon leans forward only for Barclay to hold up a hand.

“Nope. This is not how I want to break it. Sorry.”

“Is it my appearance? I can look like anyone--or anything--you want.” His features morph, eyes going from brown to blue to green, hair from honey-blond to fire red, “if you’re shy, my powers let me see into your deepest fantasies and make them come true.”

“No that’s not the problem, I wanna fuck someone I have some kinda connection to, not some guy who dropped into my bedroom. And would you please knock it off with that face-changing? I’m not gonna fuck you, so you can just look like yourself.”

The incubus starts, surprised by his sharp refusal, features landing on short, black hair, blue eyes, and a face that’d make a movie-star insecure.

“I said you don’t have to try and be hot.”

“...This is how I look.”

“Oh. Uh. Cool.”

The demon smiles, “Having second thoughts?”

He takes a deep breath and lies through his teeth, “Nope.”

With that, he stands, grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it on. Sass wiggles when he opens the door, takes one look behind him, and runs the other way.

“I wish I knew why earth canines react that way to me. I have a hellhound named Mother Leeds who adores me.”

“Jersey Devil reference?” He pads into the kitchen, starts the kettle and rummages in the cabinet for the most soothing tea blend he owns.

“Yes!” The demon grins from his new position by the fridge, “when I found her she was pregnant with a litter. Most people don’t get it. Demons don’t either.”

“Friend of mine likes Mothman and all that kinda stuff. Uh” He takes a cup down, reaches for a second one automatically and then stops, “are you gonna hang around? Because my answer isn’t changing and if you keep pestering me I’ll just leave the apartment.”

“No, I’ll drop it. You’re not interested and sexual energy only works if it’s from something consensual. But, um” he toys with a magnet, “could I ask a few questions before I go?”

“About?”

“Humans. How things work up here, what your daily lives are like, that sort of thing.”

“Uh, sure.” He gets down the second mug, “is this so you can better seduce them or something?” Turning, he finds the incubus sitting at the table, producing a small notebook and pen from the air.

“No, this is my own research. I’m, um, more curious about humans than the average demon. I basically ended up an incubus because at my last job I kept trying to talk with humans or spend more time around them than was wise and, well, my supervisor got sick of it. So they offered me a reassignment to a role where the whole point was to be around people.”

“You fuck people just so you can, like, interview them afterwards?” He sets the two mugs on the table, notices that the notebook is crammed with questions in neat, elegant handwriting.

“Technically, I also need the energy from it. But, um, yes” he blushes, “I know it’s a sort of silly hobby.”

“I don’t think it’s silly to wanna know about other worlds and people. But this doesn’t seem like the most, uh, effective way to do it.”

A sigh as the demon picks up his mug, “You’ve got that right. Sometimes I can get a few questions in during ‘pillow talk’ but mostly it’s in and out. Literally.” He snickers at his own bad joke, which further kindles the inexplicable, protective impulse Barclay feels towards him, “Don’t get me wrong, I like my work, and being a good incubus takes skill and dedication. It just...isn’t quite what I thought it’d be.” He sips the tea, brings the mug away from his mouth to study the liquid, “what kind is this?”

“Mostly chamomile.”

“Chamomile…” he flips through the book, which contains more pages than should be physically and spatially possible, “that’s a plant, one that humans thing is calming, right?”

Barclay can’t help but smile, “Right. You want me to sit here and quiz you?”

“No, there’s too much to discover. What would you say is your area of expertise?”

“I’m a cook, so food.”

“Food, food, ah here it is. Let’s see, why do humans persist in eating things that could kill them?”

“You mean things like rhubarb or are we in, like, Fugu territory here?”

The demon smiles, “I have no idea, please say more.”

They sit at the table until two in the morning, at which point Joseph ,the incubus, excuses himself to go collect energy from a willing participant. Before he disappears, he takes a chance and tells Joseph that he can come back if he has more questions. The demon thanks him and, out of what Barclay suspects is a habit more than anything else, blows him a kiss goodbye.

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“Y’know, I kinda figured you’d look more demonic. Do incubi just get human forms?” Barclay shakes red pepper flakes onto his pizza while Joseph finishes a filled breadstick.

“This isn’t my ‘true’ form. When you asked me just to look like myself when we met, I figured you meant the least alarming version.”

“As long as it’s not, like, a beast with a thousand eyes, we’re good.”

Joseph wipes his mouth and by the time the napkin reaches the other corner of his lips, Barclay is gasping.

His nails turn sharp and silver, his eyes pure black, but it’s his skin that’s most noticeable; it’s swirls and swoops of blue and silver, dancing down his arms and blooming out from the neck of his “Museum of Anthropology” souvenir shirt. He stands, giving Barclay a fuller view. Short horns sprout from his head, doubtless the perfect size and texture to hold him in place with your dick down his throat. His tail is that same mix of royal blue and silver, the right length to wrap around your hand and tug while you fuck him. Every inch of him is made to be pinched and pulled, groped and fondled, and Barclay will not be standing up from the table any time soon.

“It’s the color that gets people.” Joseph smiles with pointed teeth as he sits back down.

“It’s incredible, Joseph.”

The demon smiles, mischievous, “I’m glad you like it. Now, where were we?” He uncovers his notebook from a stack of parmesan packets and clicks his pen, appearance fading back to the human one Barclay is used to. He mourns his loss for a moment, before Joseph draws him into an animated conversation about movie theaters.

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“Come on Sass, it’s okay. Look, I even have your favorite.” Joseph holds out the treat, still fresh from the oven, while Barclay puts the rest of the batch out of range. The dog no longer runs from the demon, but will not come within arms reach of him.

Sass whines, looking from Joseph to Barclay and back.

“Here” Barclay settles on the couch next to him, resting his arm along the back of it, “see, buddy, he’s our friend.”

Sass creeps forward, still on his belly, plucks the treat from Joseph’s palm, and retreats to his bed.

“Progress.” Joseph leans back, pleased. Their positions mean he comes to rest with Barclays arm around him. Barclay doesn’t move it, and the demon stays put until the end of the episode of Hells’ Kitchen

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The newest Agent X is so engrossing that Barclay doesn’t register Joseph until his friend slumps onto the bed.

“Hey, you’re early.” He sets the book down on the nightstand, scooching to where the demon sits rubbing his forehead.

“I’m, um, I’m having a bit of a problem.” When he looks up, silver and blue peeks through the skin on his face, “I misjudged how much energy I was going to get from my last two visits. I’m so weak I don’t think I can make it back home. I, um, I came here because if I’m going to be stuck and without powers I” his horns appear and he scratches them awkwardly, “I want it to be around someone I trust.”

“What’ll happen if you can’t get more energy?”

“I’ll get sick, and if the worst happens I’ll have to signal for someone to come get me. Which’ll get me demoted for sure.” He tucks his legs up onto the bed. He’s wearing the UFO socks Barclay gave him as a surprise last week, and the cook sets a hand on a flying-saucer covered ankle.

“You can stay as long as you need, okay? And if there’s anything else I can do to help, let me know.”

“Unless you feel like taking me door to door to ask your neighbors if they want to fuck, a safe place to rest is what I need most.”

“What if, uh, you recharged here?” He draws a finger up and down the side of Josephs’ calf.

The incubus raises his eyebrows, “Barclay, are you forgetting how we met?”

“I didn’t want to fuck you then, but now...now you’re you, this handsome, clever, dorky guy who also happens to be a sex demon who hangs around my house most nights. I, I didn’t ask about sooner because I was afraid you’d think it was fuck me or lose our friendship, but if I can help you in a kinda self-serving way, I’m down.”

Joseph shakes his head, “That’s sweet, but you’re not the only one with concerns. How can I be sure you actually want me, and you’re not just offering because you want to help?”

Barclay snaps his fingers, “You can read my deepest desires, right? How about you take a peek and tell me what you see?”

Joseph closes his eyes, tail twitching as he concentrates, and Barclay gets the distinct pleasure of watching his face as he learns the truth.

“Oh. OH. Um, you’re not kidding about how badly you want me. And some of this makes the reaction you had the one time I showed up in a suit make way more sense. But we can explore that later.” His eyes, now-pitch black, snap open, “right now, big guy, I’ll do whatever you want, however you want it.”

“In that case” Barclay catches Joseph just as he tries for a kiss, “how about you tell me what you want?”

“Barclay, I’m an incubus, I want whatever the person I’m feeding on wants.”

“Nuhuh, I don’t buy that, babe. You’re telling me there’s nothing that’s your favorite, or that you’re curious about?” He teases their lips together.

“N-no?”

“You’re not getting any kisses until you tell me the truth.”

Joseph narrows his eyes with a “hmmph.” Then, as if it’s his greatest secret, he whispers, “I want to know what it’s like to get a massage as foreplay. No one’s ever wanted it or offered, and it sounds so nice.”

Barclay rewards him with a kiss. The demon melts against him, slides a forked tongue into his mouth to tease it. Clawed fingers tug at his shirt until Joseph remembers he can do magic and renders them both naked with a wave of the hand.

When they part, Joseph licks his lips, “Holy hell, Barclay, that kiss was enough to make me feel better than I did this morning. Tastes nice too, like coffee with lots of cream.”

“So, coffee the way you like it.” Barclay nudges him backwards, rolls him over as the incubus keeps talking.

“Usually it’s a neutral sweetness. I wonder, hmm, maybe it has something to do with the fact you’re attracted to me, as in the actual meOHohhhhhhh” he flattens into the bed like a cat on a sunny floor as Barclay digs his thumbs under his shoulder blades.

“You can theorize later babe, I promise. Right now, all you gotta do is let me rub you down. Uh, can you magic up some oil or something? It’ll feel better if--great, thanks.” Barclay sets the lit massage candle safely on the nightstand, waiting for it to melt.

“Should I put my human form back on now that I can hold it?”

“Nope” he traces his hands up parallel patches of silver, pinches one horn playfully, “I love that version of you, but this one is so, so, fucking hot. Now” be kisses the base of his neck, “relax.”

Drizzling liquid wax down his spine makes the incubus moan, but the sound is nothing compared to what happens when he starts kneading him like dough. It’s a yowl, rough and inelegant in a way Joseph never is, and Barclay dedicates the next fifteen minutes to finding new ways to trigger it. He’s so beautiful, it’s like touching a painting, a galaxy, a miracle.

By the time he reaches his lower back the incubus is grinding on the bed and Barclay is half-hard from touching him. He grips Joseph’s ass, parting it enough to grind between the cheeks.

“Don’t tease” his tail delivers a scolding thwack to Barclays cheek. The cook growls, turning his head to capture the offending appendage between his teeth.

“OHholyffffffuckinghell.” Joseph rips the blanket as he flails, “no one’s ever thought to do that before and now I really wish they had.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. He ignores his growing hard-on in favor of nipping and kissing his way down Joseph’s tail. It’s velvety, feels like nothing he’s ever experienced as it twitches and trembles under his tongue. The base gets an extra-hard lovebite and Joseph moans, rolling over so fast he nearly catches Barclay in the face with his cock. And what a cock, on the narrow side but covered in swirling ridges.

“Holy shit, you just get hotter and hotter.”

“Th-thank you, big guy, now for gods sake pleeEEEase fuck me.” He whimpers adorably when Barclay licks up his shaft.

“Okay babe, we can fuck. But I think…” he grabs the incubus, flipping them so Joseph straddles him, “I want you to fuck me.”

Joseph registers his words and his eyes glow deep blue.

“Uh, is that a good thing?”

“Yes, big guy, it’s the closest I get to having my pupils dilate when aroused. And since you look so good underneath me, I’ll expedite things” he snaps his fingers and Barclay inhales in surprise; his ass is dripping lube and stretched like someone just pulled three fingers away from it.

“Fuck yeah” he spreads his legs, “c’mon blue eyes, don’t make me wait anymoreOHFUCK, fuck, yeah, like that.” He hooks his legs around Joseph as the incubus thrusts all the way in. Joseph kisses in precise shapes up and down his face, even as his hips keep a rapid, erratic rhythm.

“Shit, shit, Barclay you taste so good, feel so good, please, please don’t stop touching me.”

“Not sure I could ever keep my hands to myself again, babe, god you’re so fucking handsomeAH, hah, someone got a praise kink?” He gasps out laughter as Joseph fucks him harder with each kind word. The ridges on his cock are solid enough that Barclay feels them with each drag, and it sets his toes curling.

“Maybe a little one” the incubus smiles against his neck, “though kink is a distinctly human concept and a complex one-SHITfuck, fuck please do that again.” He kisses Barclay hard as the human obligingly pulls his tail with one hand and smacks his ass with the other. Teeth catch Barclay’s lower lip on the next tug, a moan spilling from Josephs’ mouth down his chin.

“That’s it baby, fuck me while I rough you up, fuck, Joseph, your dick is fucking perfect, never gonna want another one, c’mon please, I’m close.”

Joseph sits up, grinning joyfully, and grips Barclays cock. It’s a masterful handjob, because how could a sex demon give anything else, but what strikes Barclay most is how happy and relaxed Joseph is. The incubus admitted once that even when he was having sex, he constantly worried about fulfilling the fantasy to earn enough energy to feed. Yet here he’s laughing and smiling, eyes aglow as he works Barclay up to the best orgasm of his life.

It means something; Barclay only hopes Joseph will stay in his life long enough for him to figure out what.

He’s too busy with the sparks behind his eyelids and the pleasure coursing down from his head to his toes to note that Joseph managed to make them cum at the same time. The incubus pushes a hand through his fair, swooping it back and off his face, as he notes this accomplishment.

“I want to run a marathon. Or maybe go hiking, or swim the lake. I have so much energy. Barclay, it’s amazing. You, it’s never been like that before. It’s felt good, but that was fucking transcendent.

“No fucking kidding.” Barclay shifts onto his side, nestling up against him so his head is under Joseph’s chin. He yawns, kisses a blue shoulder, “but you might have to burn off some energy without me. You wore me out, blue eyes.”

Joseph adjusts his arms so he’s holding him, “If I stay the night, can I walk Sass with you in the morning?”

Barclay nods, already falling asleep, safe in the knowledge that Joseph is okay and, better yet, so fond of him that his eyes are still glowing, “You got a deal, babe.”

#sternclay #agent stern/barclay #reader requests #monster march #TAZ amnesty

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moonssugar · 3 years

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🔎 bet you weren't expecting me to say kaid (also chelsie)

KAID

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE because Kaid is my favorite boy lets goooooo!

When you think about Kaid you have to imagine golden. And also soft. Kaid is about your average sized coyote, he looks bigger next to Sam than he does other people but in reality he's not that large at all! Just small enough for Sam to carry with a little effort but also big enough to drag Sam out of bed. Most of Kaid has sandy gold or tan and rust colored reddish brown fur, his markings are from medium to dark brown and cream white along his back and except for the base and tip of his tail which are darker brown and then coal black. His ears are big ol' reddish brown isosceles triangles and they have soft, white lining inner lining. He's not the least bit straggly, in fact he likes being just a little fluffy and somewhat chonky looking all the time even though the climate would say otherwise. He has a round black nose and short pale whiskers. Kaid also has a cream chest and a cream colored soft underbelly. His face is less narrow than most coyotes, still kind of narrow but also friendly and inviting (friend shaped); he has round-ish eyes that become narrower at the sides. They almost close when he smiles and when he smiles he lolls out his tongue. He has long legs but his fluffiness makes them look shorter, his paws are the right size to fit in Sam's hands and have black nails.

Photo reference! His fur is close to this level of being varied but where this coyote has more dark/black undertones imagine rich golden and tan undertones instead with fewer dark brown hairs. The rust brown on the forelegs and hind legs is a really accurate color though and so is the tip of this boy's tail although Kaid's is more full.

But so is the color in this coyote (the gold and tan coloring, left) is really true to Kaid also! The only difference is that Kaid's gold fur is a shade or two darker. He also completely lacks grey fur.

Lastly, Kaid is mostly shaped like this boy right here (right)! Chonk, somft, round. Its so Sam can use him as a pillow, other times he's less fluffy and more slender.

Fun fact! Kaid has the exact same eye color as Sam, they're both dark brown, I remember describing it somewhere as taking in and consuming light. Second fun fact! There's a mark on his back that is mostly white and brown that makes a crescent moon shape around his shoulders that points forward.

CHELSIE

Alright so my girl Chelsie! I think her appearance is so cool, honestly. Chelsie is South Asian, her mom is white, her dad is Indian and she is transfem. She has dark brown chin length loose hair, slightly wavy, not completely straight and the ends always have some sort of highlights because it pisses her mom off and she loves it (go her!). For the current times, they're dyed lilac purple. She has a light brown/warm beige complexion, sometimes she tans and sometimes she ends up with sunburn if she's not careful, it's a toss up. She has moles instead of freckles, not that many of them, just dotting her face, ears, arms and shoulders. Her face is more narrow, she has an aquiline nose, light brown eyes and small little moles beneath them. Chelse is on the skinnier side, she has sort of lanky limbs. Chelsie is taller than Sam and she will never let him forget it, he's her elbow rest first and friend second (kidding but she does love to lean on him a lot because he's softer than the wall).

This isn't physical but she radiates Fun and Adventurous energy with her appearance.

Chells likes to experiment with her appearance a lot, its really her finding a balance between things that feel nice to wear and make her feel happy but also clothes that express her interests. She wears graphic tees all the time, a lot of them are thrifted or handed down from friends. She tends to dabble in a lot of chaotic fashion choices making her pretty hard to pin down but these mostly include: merchandise, shirts with slogans that don't make sense and have mildly threatening auras (she might have a shirt that says 'bepis' on it too) jorts, pleated skirts, patches on jean vests and jackets, the occasional pony bead bracelet, ankle bracelets, thrasher sweatshirts and oversized hoodies. Accessories she likes to wear often are little UFO and mothman earrings, the two gold bangle bracelets her paternal grandmother gave her (both different colors but I haven't decided which) and her pink feather boa necklace she wears around the house whenever she's feeling bad. It helps cheer her up!

I don't have official faceclaims for my characters because its incredibly hard to find people that look like them so while I don't have a face claim for Chelsie or the others I do have approximations! This woman's face reminds me a lot of Chelsie's, mostly her nose and smile. And the radiance is accurate to to be honest LOOK AT THIS GAZE UPON IT

She's listening to Lifetime Achievement Award here for sure lmao

#roadtrip by azzy #chelsie by azzy #kaid by azzy #pia thank you so much for sending this ask now i have an excuse to yell about my characters #also if theres grammar errors here #its bc its 4 am for me whoops #chelsie lemon demon enjoyer canon #chelsie (roadtrip!)#kaid (roadtrip!)

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dearheartwitcher · 4 years

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ocs masterpost

for ease of access! in-depth descriptions of all my favorite ocs, all in one post. you can find even more of my ocs (brief descriptions + reference images) over on my art fight page! (you have to be logged in to view!)

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DnD Characters:

note: for some of these, i have to omit large portions of info as i am either actively playing them, or saving them for a future campaign, and i dont want anyone im playing with to see and accidentally spoil themselves

Fennryn Autumntide—

They were separated from their parents as a baby, and instead raised by an older dwarven woman named Rhiannon Autumntide (AKA Anna). They lived in the forest on the mountain together. She taught them how to fend for themself, and a basic respect for nature and other living things. Their relationship was very teacher/student, but as the years went by they saw each other as family. Fenn solidified this by taking Anna’s last name when they were of age. Eventually, Anna passed away, and Fenn was left in the woods alone.

Fearful of dying alone without ever having experienced life off of the mountain, Fenn sets out to find an adventure. And they find one, alongside a younger tiefling man named Finn. Finn is an experienced pirate, but he is vulnerable. Finn and Fenn trust each other explicitly, and after some time, they fall in love.

Fenn is tall, muscular, and an older elf. They’re around middle aged.

Alistair—

Alistair is a mystery. They are a bizarre-looking half-elf, with a wicked grin, and glowing cyan eyes that lack pupils. They are seemingly fairly young, despite their hair beginning to grow white at the roots.

Alistair is extremely curious, and values sating that curiosity above most things. They spend much of their time exploring and researching. They also have a complete lack of respect for personal boundaries, and love to study and inspect whoever they can get their hands on. (They’re good with a pair of pliers, if you’re willing to let them pull a tooth. They’d be happy to show you their collection.)

Alistair also thrives on positive attention, especially from people who don’t give it easily. Perhaps that’s why they insist on hanging off of Frey as much as they do. Frey Matthias Wolfe is a rich bastard. He’s a man of study as well, but he’s a real mean bitch. And Alistair loves him.

Alistair’s patron... Is a whole other story. One that will remain secret, for now.

Jesse—

Jesse was spawned from the thought “I should make a mean nerd for everyone to bully!” And the execution, imo, was flawless. A 24 year old human man. Jesse is a bard, and he hates it. He has been traveling on his own for a while, and finished his bard college education a couple years ago. He’s pretty studious, and he’s determined to learn everything related to magic that he can.

Despite being a jackass, and kind of a stick in the mud, he does have some semblance of a sense of humor. He also likes to use his intelligence and skill to feel superior to the people around him as often as possible. He is visibly extremely disturbed by corpses.

Jesse is very vague about his past and his reasons for traveling alone.

Ford—

Ford is my newest character! He is a firbolg cowboy. Extremely tall (approaching 8’), with a powerful build. I can’t say much about him yet! He is seemingly very friendly and happy to lend a helping hand whenever he can. He has a sister, named Clementine, who owns a small grocery store.

Cressida:

(note: cressida city + the world its a part of belongs to my boyfriend @ghost-gore ! all the characters that mine know belong to him as well. warning for gore on his blog.)

Ellis—

Ellis is a demon who works in limbo under a man named Crow. Ellis is technically speaking, pretty old, but he looks just as much the young man he was when he died. He keeps his long hair back in a ponytail, and can’t seem to ever wear his suit properly.

Ellis’ powers allow him to see and alter people’s memories. Limbo, as it works out, is a mess of memories. He is always very busy keeping things in order. He’s no stranger to making mistakes, but he has a knack for fixing them to make up for it. When he has a moment to himself, he likes to slip into the dreams of humans. He thinks they’re interesting! (But he keeps accidentally bringing them nightmares...oops. Don’t worry, he can fix it!)

Ellis is in love with his boss, and has been for over a century. He has a hard time keeping it subtle, but fortunately(??) Crow is oblivious. But a century is a long time... And things have gotten intimate between them more than once.

He is also good friends with a much older demon, named Cordia. They like to meet up for drinks, and bond over funny cat pictures.

Rosier—

Rosier is an old, powerful demon. He was once a high-ranking officer in “Hell”’s military. He was charming, and an excellent strategist. (Having a powerful beast form also helps.)

However, something triggered him severely. In a frenzied panic, he shifted into his beast form and flew off.

As a beast, he has large red eyes, long antennae, sharp claws, and huge black wings. Years passed as he isolated himself, and legends spread of the Mothman. Rosier lost himself more and more, until he lost the ability to speak. He stopped seeing any people as the apocalypse happened all around him.

Later, living in the ruins outside of Cressida, he is found by a young hero named Ghost. Ghost is initially intimidated by Rosier, and treats him as an enemy. They fight a few times, before Ghost realizes that Rosier isn’t necessarily a foe— he’s just defending himself. Ghost then begins to treat Rosier almost as a pet.

After some time rehabilitating Rosier, Ghost brings him back to Orion HQ, where they work for Cordia. Cordia is one of very few demons old enough to recognize Rosier.

Eventually, Rosier is able to read, speak, and transform back into a more human shape. He still retains a few of his moth form’s traits, including fully red eyes, fur here and there, and limbs that fade to near-black at the tips.

Cyrus Darcy—

Cyrus is a rich bitch whore. He cares about three things ONLY: wine, sex, and himself. Money is power and he has more than enough of it. His parents passed away when he was a teenager, and they left him a fortune.

Cyrus always gets what he wants. If money can’t get it for him, he has another trick up his sleeve that can. Cyrus is a celestial, meaning a human born with supernatural powers. Cyrus has the power of suggestion, meaning that he can give anyone a short command that they are compelled to follow.

Cyrus has all the makings of a villain, but in actuality he is very neutral. He just wants to have a good time unbothered. He uses his powers mostly to get randos to leave him alone. (Randos like Arley and Kier, who are sent by Cordia to recruit Cyrus for Orion. It takes a while.)

Evelyn—

Evelyn (AKA Evie) was born in the Victorian Era, to a rich father. With money and good looks, she was often pursued by men wishing to court and marry her. She was disinterested in all of them. She preferred to spend her time reading and studying. Evelyn loved to learn, but she also loved a good romance or fantasy to sweep her off her feet.

Enter Cordia, who spent her Victorian days posing as a man. They had a passionate love affair, until Cordia made a sudden exit from Evelyn’s life.

Many years later, Evelyn awakens in the afterlife as an angel. When she and Cordia meet again, it is as equals and business partners.

She is now working as a librarian/an archivist. She also boxes, because she likes to feel strong.

Marcy—

Marcy is a thotty rave twink. They love music, they love neons, and they love to flirt. Marcy is very enthusiastic, and they are a little bit in love with basically everyone. They flirt constantly, and are not shy with physical affection. They like to do drugs and make out and they’re happy to do that with pretty much anyone who’s willing.

Marcy is also a celestial. Their powers allow them to control their personal gravity. They can jump really high, and come down hard, among other things! They mostly use it to help themself go fast. They used to be in roller derby! And they still love to skate.

(ps they have thighs for days and an ass that wont quit. thank u)

Other:

Bonnie Briary—

My newest oc! She belongs to a world where monsters are real, but hidden. Monsters aren’t super common, and they generally avoid integration with human society. (The setting is also a blend of modern + victorian fantasy. Think Lemony Snicket ambiguity.)

Bonnie is shy, sweet, and curious. She likes to study plants in particular. Her style of choice is cottagecore/fairycore blend. She has a garden that she loves very much.

Faust (belongs to tovomiel on ig), is a trash punk gargoyle monster, who for some reason has decided he likes Bonnie. He teases her relentlessly and loooooves to make her flustered. The catch is, he’s too shy to make a move beyond teasing and the occasional kiss. Bonnie, sweet as she is, is dying for him to stop leaving her hanging. Shenanigans ensue.

#knock knock its knuckles #ocs #oc masterpost #i will put this in my links page later tonight!

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VLD Omegaverse Headcanons

Shiro

Alpha, and very emotionally stable so long as he’s had enough sleep.

Has courted several Omegas, but none ever felt right to him. All his exes have moved on, but are still fond of him.

Has also dated a handful of Betas but never another Alpha. Not because he isn’t interested, just that the opportunity hasn’t presented itself

(presented lol)

(A/B/O pun, sry)

Smells like a cedar box that was used to carry gunpowder at some point

Everyone in the universe that meets him has at least low-key crush

Lance

Still trying to get control over those Alpha pheromones, poor guy

Very careful about asking questions instead of making statements, because sometimes that ‘alpha command’ leaks through and he doesn’t want be that kind of Alpha

“Can you pass me the food goo?” vs “Pass me the food goo.”

The first one will get him food goo. The second one will get a knee-jerk obedience reaction from Keith immediately followed by food goo dumped over his head

Lance always thought of his scent as “a beach on an overcast day”, but Keith says he just smells like wet sand.

He did not know that Keith was trying to give him a compliment - walking in the wet sand was a favorite pastime of Keith in his childhood.

low-key crush on Shiro

Keith

Omega, but Galra about it

Typical Omega when it comes to heats, but hates being bossed around when sex isn’t involved.

This makes relationships difficult because Alphas are Alphas, and Lance is... well... Lance.

Strong scent of ginger with a citrus overtone. Typically an Alpha scent.

Keith thought he was just a strong-scented Beta for ages, since he never had a heat/rut

Until the whole blade of marmora ordeal. The knife activated his Galra genes when it transformed and his first heat hit a week later.

He was freaking tf out and broke into Lance’s room in the middle of the night with basically “HEY I’VE BEEN HIDING MY FEELINGS FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE AN ASS BUT I REALLY LIKE YOU AND KIND OF NEED YOU TO FUCK ME RIGHT NOW”

Then he threw a pillow at Lance for saying something to the effect of “Oh, this dream again, better roll over before he turns into Mothman.”

After Keith’s heat was over they started courting properly, but didn’t ease up on the bickering. They just held hands while arguing instead of yelling across the room.

high-key familial admiration-type crush on shiro

Hunk

Ever walk through an apple orchard? That’s Hunk.

The sweetest, most doting Alpha you’ll ever meet

Spoils every omega in the world with handmade snacks he carries around just in case

Turns into papa bear if someone he’s courting is threatened. Angry Hunk is fucking scary.

Those huge hands are great for holding, but also hit like a softball bat

The one time someone threw a punch at him over an Omega, Hunk grabbed the other Alpha’s fist mid-swing, squeezed, and broke 6 bones in the guy’s hand.

I have a lot of feelings about Hunk and most of them involve his hands ok

low-key crush on Shiro

Pidge

Presented as Beta when she was 11 and never noticed.

gray-aro/ace and proud of it, she’s always been embarrassed by her brother’s lovey-dovey attitude towards literally everyone (see below)

Like’s to hang out with Hunk bc his scent isn’t overpowering and she misses the trees back home.

Kind of smells like ozone. A mix of static electricity and a burned-out resistor.

This unfortunately freaks out her classmates when they’re designing circuts, as they’re always trying to figure out what’s wired wrong

no-key crush on Shiro

“ok maybe a little bit” she admits to Hunk

“but don’t tell my brother”

“or Shiro”

“or anyone, promise, ok?”

Allura

Alpha as fuck fam

Scent is like evergreen trees. Big ones. Ones that can crush you to death if you look at them funny.

The castle sort of exudes her scent, since her essence is what powers it, so the inside of the Lions is the only place that doesn’t have any trace of pine.

Except for Black, who lived in the castle for 10,000 years.

Shiro doesn’t mind though

Like he reeeealy doesn’t mind

high-key crush on Shiro, though she’s not sure about being with another Alpha

Coran

Delta - a rare Altean presentation.

Deltas adapt to changes in population, and will switch between Alpha/Beta/Omega. They cannot control the shift.

Currently presenting as Omega because of all the Alphas on board.

Gains Beta characteristics when he spends a lot of time with Pidge and/or Matt.

Smells like clean tile. Windex maybe, or really diulted bleach.

Pidge mentioned to everyone once that when Coran and Allura’s scents mixed, they smelled like Pine-Sol.

She expected them to laugh but they all got kind of homesick instead

Until she referred to the two Alteans as the ‘cleaning crew’ and Lance and Keith went into a fit of the giggles on the bridge and got in trouble.

low-to-mid-key crush on Shiro, depending on current presentation

Shay

Very strong-willed for an omega.

Smells like fresh-turned earth. The smooth, dark kind you know can grow anything you plant in it

The Balmerans traditionally have Omegan leaders, since they are thought to be more community-focused than Alphas. Shay will be a great chief in a few years.

low-key crush on Shiro, high-key crush on Hunk

Matt

Omega, but crushes on everyone regardless of presentation

Like seriously you talk to him for 5 minutes and he will have a crush on you

Dreamy-eyed a lot, mostly because he’s in love with everybody in the room. (This frustrates Pidge to no end)

Smells like worn leather, everyone is comfortable around him and he ends up with different people laying their heads in his lap a lot. Most of them doze off.

Including his sister, she’s napped on him since she was a baby.

The castle refers to these as “Matt Naps” and they are a precious treasured commodity that he will trade in exchange for not having to do chores.

High-key crush on Shiro

Most people think it was because of the time they spent together after being captured but nope, he’s liked Shiro since they met

who can blame him though??

#voltron #omegaverse #klance #vld #headcanon

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