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tinalbion · 2 years

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Heyyyy beautiful 👉👉

Got a ask if you want to do it:

So, I’ve seen that you’re like, almost the only one who write for Inkubus, and I finally watched it today 🥺

Could you do something with these keywords:

Soulmate string, fluff.

Tysm if u do it and feel free to add whatever u like ✨

Luv u ~

My dear beloved Frutti, you can have WHATEVER you want, as always! And with our beloved Inkubus? He deserves more attention, but that's why I'm here! Of course, I hope this is to your liking! <3 Love you, too!

“Crimson Strings and Little Things”

Inkubus x gn!Reader

Rating: Just fluff on this one~

Length: 3.1k

It’s not like you could ask anyone about the strange red string that neatly wrapped around your finger, no one paid any mind to it nor made any comments, so maybe you were the only one who could see it and keep it that way. No one ever talked about something like this happening, how could you bring something like that up in conversation, anyway?

All of these thoughts raced through your mind as you sat on a bench in the local park where you took your walks, and just the other day on your birthday, the red string appeared. You guessed it wasn’t a coming of age sort of deal, you were older than eighteen, so maybe it was just circumstance, you clocked it as that and nothing more. Or maybe there were issues in your family that they hid from you, perhaps you were losing your mind. Your eyes stared down at your hand as you shifted it back and forth, your gaze followed the neverending red string that cast all the way through the park and to hell knows where. Should you follow it, and find out what was at the end of it? The thought did cross your mind more than once that week, but you had things to do, rent to pay, and when would you have the time?

You weren’t sure how long you sat there as people passed you, staring at you while they walked past, or just ignored you completely, but you finally stood and stretched your legs before you headed back to your apartment near the edge of the park. You had been too lost in thought as you ignored your neighbor who called out to you, waving happily until her hand slowly sunk as she watched you in confusion while the door closed behind you.

You’d been on autopilot since your birthday, maybe it wasn’t exactly healthy to cut yourself off like this but you needed answers, so you sat down in front of your laptop and began to type profusely, typing in random Google searches and scrolling for ages until something seemed to pop up that had no credibility whatsoever, but it was worth a shot.

‘It’s been said by very few, but there’s some odd connection between people seeing a red thread tied to them that no one else can see, except one other person on the planet; their soulmate.’

“You have GOT to be kidding me,” you scoffed as you reread the paragraph.

You laughed out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the article, so you closed the window and put on a movie while you walked into the kitchen and began to make some food. There had been odd sounds coming from the laptop, and sometimes it happened so you ignored it as you continued to throw something together, your mind weighing heavily on how silly that article seemed. But what if it wasn’t so outlandish, what if there was some sort of truth to it? It would explain why you could never see the end of it, and it also made sense why you were the only one aware of its existence.

With a bowl full of food, you sat back down at your desk and found that page again, your curiosity getting the better of you as your eyes scanned all the comments from unregistered users. Most were ridiculing the people who did believe it, but that was expected on the internet. But some seemed incredibly convinced that it was true and they’d been on travels to find the end of it.

Some were successful in their searches, according to these users in their incredibly detailed stories. Some had even shown pictures of them and their newfound loves, which you were still sitting there shoveling food into your mouth with a lot of skepticism. If these were works of fiction, they were incredibly written and well told, you had to give them that at least, but something in your gut wasn’t sitting right. While you scooped out the last of the food from the bottom of the bowl, you were still left with more questions than answers.

What you did figure out was several interesting things: not everyone had a soulmate string, and it wasn’t in the cards for everyone, which was realistic enough. Another thing was that there were instances that the strings could be severed and it could happen in one of a few ways, whether they died unexpectantly, one of the two people refused to go searching for the end of the string, or if it were deliberately severed by falling in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate.

It was late when you finally decided to make a cup of tea and head to bed, you’d have to look for more information in the morning, your eyes were stinging from how exhausted you were and how long you stared at the screen. When you settled into your comforter and your eyes began to droop, you swore you could hear something gently moving within your apartment but you wrote it off as the upstairs neighbors shuffling around. Sometimes Dana had been a little too active during the night and she paced a lot, but she did so quietly since she didn’t want to be rude, you never complained though. We all had our issues, maybe she couldn’t sleep, it happened. So you turned around with the blanket thrown about the mattress, your eyes closed and you drifted off peacefully.

While you slept, you were unaware of the huddled figure in the corner of your room, his intense eyes burning into your form as you slept there so peacefully, he was intrigued. Most people were always afraid of the ‘boogeyman’ hiding in the shadows, they’d wake up afraid with their heavy breathing, searching for the monster in the darkness. They never saw him unless he wanted them to see him, it was one of his powers that he used constantly to toy with his prey.

But as he sat here in this apartment and looked over all of the things that decorated your wells, your shelves, he couldn’t help but look down at the awkward red string that was tied to his pinky, leading straight to you. It was odd and he hadn’t seen anything like it in his entire existence, only pathetic childish rumors whispered on the winds of things like soulmates, but the world was always evolving and he was learning things every day, so he figured he’d try his best to discover what it meant exactly as you slept. When you stirred and turned in your bed, your eyes still peacefully closed as you nestled deeper into the pillow, his eyes were on you while he playfully tugged at the string. There wasn’t any resistance but you also weren’t bothered by his actions, so he continued to test anything that he pleased, his hands tried to undo the string, but nothing worked to remove it.

The tall demon stood from the corner and hovered above your bed, this demon who wreaked havoc on humankind for centuries had now suddenly felt the mortal weight of unease, he stood there with no answers and only more questions. At least he had his magic to prolong the inevitable, he figured you’d learn to understand what this meant for you both, so he’d leave it up to you.

The next morning, you awoke early enough to make some breakfast and get back to work doing more research on your little predicament. What you failed to take into account was that you were feeling odd all morning. You wrote it off as exhaustion or the food just didn’t sit right, but it didn’t explain why you felt as if someone was constantly watching you even though you were alone in your place. You weren’t finding much else on the internet, so you figured you’d try your chances at the bookstore, so you slid into your sweater once you were ready to go and headed out for the morning.

He had to follow you to make sure you could figure it out, he needed answers just as much as you did. Without compromising his position so close to you, he did what he could to call forth a glamour of sorts over the string for the time being. He followed you around each corner, his face stuck inside the books that surrounded him while he kept a careful eye on you while you had dug through many texts over the span of two hours. Incubus never grew bored, in fact, he had all the time in the world so he grew more interested in watching you as you did your research, your hands always scribbling down notes and your eyes scanning each article with caution.

At one point, you disappeared from his sight because you needed something to replenish your strength as you continued your search, Inkubus had no idea where you got to, and at that moment, he almost felt the unfamiliar prickling sting of worry. How trivial and human that was, to worry that something happened to you. He was tethered to you for a reason, one he hadn’t understood but wanted to, yet he absolutely hated the dreadful feeling he gained over this entire situation.

He fled through the aisles and snapped his head back and forth as he searched for you, he couldn’t reveal the string just yet, or else that could lead to something that he wasn’t entirely prepared to deal with head-on. He almost skidded to a halt when he found you at the back of the small cafe they had in the back of the bookstore, a coffee in your hand, a sandwich on the table before you, and a notepad in your hand. He let out a sigh and kept himself against the walls and out of your view.

It didn’t affect him as it did you, but you couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach that began once you entered the bookstore. Was this supposed soulmate nearby, was that why you were feeling off? You held up your hand and looked down at your finger, the red string still intact, but as your eyes followed it further, you saw something that seemed to blur your sight the further you tried to look. You were intent on finding the source of what the hell was going on, you hadn’t read anything about people’s strings blurring, that was the opposite of what you’d expected.

Your hand ran along the length of it the further you walked around the bookstore, ignoring the strange looks and no-so-silent whispers from the groups that watched you mostly out of curiosity because you were on a mission.

Your fingers slid up further and further until your attention was grabbed by a tall figure standing off to the side, his eyes seemed to match your initial expression of confusion, especially once whatever that was obscuring your string had disappeared and led straight to the tall stranger. He looked older than you’d expected, his hair thin and light brown, a thicker goatee coated with white, and deep-set eyes that seemed darker than they were. But you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t handsome, he carried himself rather well and he had that charm to him as he seemed to stare at you over the book in his hands.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me. It’s flattering, but you might want to be a bit more discreet about it,” he said smoothly, which made you want to cover your face in embarrassment.

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry, it’s just that… do you see this?” You held up the string in your palm and presented it to him, your eyes stared at him, hoping you didn’t sound crazy as he looked at your palm curiously.

“Yes,” he said cautiously, “why are you presenting this to me, child?”

You laughed almost hysterically as you leaned back against one of the shelves filled with books. “You can see it? Seriously? That’s… I have no idea how to feel but I’m not crazy, I knew it.” You placed your hand on your head and laughed with relief. “I don’t know what the hell this is all about, I’ve looked at everything I could find, nothing is really talked about like it’s been erased or hidden.”

The man looked down at you as he closed the book and set it aside, his intense stare made you shift under his gaze. “There have been…stories in my time of this phenomena, though only rumor. There’s been no truth to them to my knowledge, but I think you’d find me ridiculous for even saying it.”

You scoffed and stood up straight, your head tilted slightly as you looked over his features. “I bet I got you beat on that one,” you claimed proudly.

Inkubus smirked, enjoying your courage as you stood before him, so he cleared his throat and beckoned for you to follow him. “Grab your things, you may not want to be around people when you hear this.”

And like that, he was walking away from you, leaving you behind as you stood in surprise, so you scrambled back to grab your coffee and bit of lunch you had left, tucking the writing pad beneath your arm as you burst out from the door, your head swiveled around to find him. The stranger stood across the way, his long, dark coat whipped in the sudden wind shift while he waited for you.

“So,” you sighed as you jogged across the way, “what is this that you know? I found some weird articles and- oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m not thinking straight.” You held out your hand and offered an awkward smile as you looked up at him. “I’m Y/N.”

The man stared down for a moment and took your hand gently, shaking it until he brought it up to his lips. Your face felt hot as you watched him place a kiss on your fingers. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N, but you must forgive me…” He released your hand and walked away momentarily, his eyes flitted over toward you as you stood there with your coffee brought to your lips. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you, I’m, afraid. I’ve been following you for a while to see if there was something I could do to figure out exactly what this was.”

“You’ve followed me…and I wasn’t able to sense that?”

“All thanks to my magic,” he beamed.

Your face dropped. “Magic? Wait, you can do magic? Do you-”

He stepped up to you and placed a finger on your lips, smiling as he shushed you gently. “In due time, little one, in due time. I’m trying to figure out what this exactly is, and I was hoping if I followed you here, you could explain what is going on. I can’t really give you a solid explanation, only rumors from the past.”

You nodded as you flipped through your notepad, your finger slid down the page as you scanned for the notes you took on your laptop. “Okay, so this is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but hear me out since this is the ONLY thing I’ve found- what’s your name?” You paused and stared at him, curious as to why he hadn’t told you yet.

“Oh, my name is Inkubus. With a ‘K’.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “You’re serious? Are you an actual incubus…?”

There was no fear as you asked, he could feel your calm excitement, but nothing that indicated that you were afraid, hell, he could even sense the interest you had when you looked at him. It made him proud to know he had an effect on you. “Yes, I am.”

“How do I know you’re telling the truth…?” you asked skeptically, still wanting to know more about this stranger before just taking his word as fact. “I mean, you could just be some handsome guy who’s come to steal me away.”

Inkubus smirked and twirled back around to look at you, his eyes bore into yours and he took several steps closer. Suddenly, flashes of a different life behind your closed eyes began to play out, and he was there in most of those memories. You saw his truth, you saw his form flash quickly in your mind and knew that he was the one doing this. When it finished, your eyes opened slowly and you looked up at him in awe, your hand reached out and touched his arm to see if he truly was real. Inkubus snickered and reached out to stroke the back of his hand across your cheek, now very curious about you.

“Do you believe in soulmates, Inkubus?” you asked softly.

He laughed again, only this time it sounded more spiteful than anything, but his smile still held that softness at the edges. “Oh Y/N, I never believed in that. Do you truly believe this is that silly old soulmate myth?”

“Well, what else could it be? It may be absolutely false, it could be rumors, but what if it isn’t? What if there’s something more going on with this? How will we ever know if we just ignore it?”

“Is what I’m hearing from you is that you want to test this theory, personally?”

“Well,” you looked away as you felt your face begin to heat up again, you scratched your arm shyly, “I want to get to the bottom of it, and if it means we get to find out, I wouldn’t be opposed… you seem pretty okay to me. Wouldn’t be the worst person I’ve hung around in my lifetime.”

Inkubus laughed hysterically at that and almost doubled over with laughter. “Oh you’ll soon be eating those words, my sweet little Y/N,” he teased, his finger now stroking the outline of your jaw. Damn, he loved to flirt, as if you could handle him being an incubus, now having to deal with what that all came with, you would be in for one hell of a ride. You were sure of it.

“I guess there’s only one way to tell, right?” You held out your hand and smiled, your cheeks twinged with embarrassment. “I’m game if you are, soulmate,” you giggled.

Inkubus thought for a moment before he grabbed your hand and shook it. “I suppose I’ll try not to get you too worked up, Y/N, we have a theory to test.”

#tinalbion writings #slasher requests #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers headcanons #inkubus x reader #inkubus imagine #inkubus headcanons #soulmate au #red string of fate #tuttifuckinfruttifriday

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marinerainbow · 8 months

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I'm stuck imagining the reader excitedly showing the movie Inkubus to Incubus!Greasy. And Greasy is going all *sigh* we all have one of those in the family- as if he is not just as dramatic and smug as Inkubus XDD

Oh my god, why haven't we talked about this before? XD

It sounds like Greasy is 'one of those' in his family. Especially in the household of mix-match monsters he's got XD (though that does beg the question. What kind of family would incubus!Greasy have? Do demons even have families??)

Imagine if Inkubus and Greasy were related! Or they knew each other. Inkubus has the addition that he's got ~class~ as opposed to Greasy, so these two probably have a little rivalry going on (especially with the ladies 😏)... I wonder how incubi settle arguments 🤔

#asks #Toon Patrol #Greasy Weasel #The Monster Mash AU #WFRR #who framed roger rabbit #Disney #Disney villains #horror movies #Inkubus #can Inkubus qualify as a slasher?

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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Funny you should ask, I'm not actually sure what I'm gonna have him sign 👉🏻👈🏻

I thought about possibly getting a screencap printed from Inkubus (shocker, I know asdfghjk) and doing that, but yeah, not too sure still 😅

Oh that is SUCH a good idea!!!

I imagine he would sign it, "Abra-fucking-cadabra!" which how fun is that! So do an Inkubus moment!

#your-mxnd-is-mxne #You are gonna dieee #BHF asks

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ace-of-hearts-and-spades · 2 years

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Tbh, I have been trying to write some scenario where Taryn faces off against Freddy because I thought it might be fun (easier said than done 😭)

BUT

Was also thinking about the ask I sent introducing Taryn to Roxy, and obviously, Roxy's 100% right about her demon situation being different than the standard (especially Taryn's 😅)

I feel like they'd probably have very different reactions upon finding out the other's experiences with demon men 💀

I definitely didn't forget to answer this yesterday when you sent it.... no of course not.... why would you think that....

But yeah I can only imagine how they'd respond to each other's demon experiences. Taryn maybe admits that her "problem" developed when she hooked up with Inkubus, and Roxy's just like, couldn't be me, I'd never fuck my demon.

#IF ONLY ROXY KNEW #OH HOW THE TURNS TABLE #roxanne love #taryn somers #ace rambles #friend montana <3

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corinthbayrpg · 3 years

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NAME. Julian ‘Jules’ Baccay AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25 & January 11th, 1996 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Shapeshifter ( Fox ) OCCUPATION. Attendant at Acheron, Apprentice at Inkubus FACE CLAIM. Evan Mock

BIOGRAPHY

Theeran doesn’t quite remember much of his home life before he moved in with his father and even that is brief. He remembers men gathered around a table playing cards in the kitchen and visits to his aunt’s house. Visits grew longer and then one day he wasn’t seeing his father at all. It felt like some kind of foreshadowing for the future, his upbringing in Leicester was nothing to write home about.

It made sense why he’d been shipped off, or at least he thought so, when he realized what he was and from there what his aunt was, what they all were. He’d been young, hardly a boy of ten who’d thought his two older cousins just had really active imaginations. They talked of Fenrir and their ties to him as he was some sort of original shifter. While he’d believed what they were, he thought a lot of what they spoke of was surely just some kind of myth.

Until he’d shifted for the first time. He remembers pain and confusion and then being surrounded by fellow foxes. There were worse things to turn into, in the grand scheme of things, he’d lucked out. Looking back, he does feel a little bad for his aunt having to then deal with three foxes running around her house making problems on purpose.

And make problems they did.

His cousins had never really bothered with him all that much aside from telling him about animals and waxing about magic. They were opposites, the two older boys were mischievous, liked pulling pranks, were messy. Theeran was organized and quiet, spent a lot of time to himself drawing, but when he did manage to get the two of them back for their shenanigans, it was carefully crafted and more elaborate. With the three of them on friendlier terms, his poor aunt and schoolmates were often plagued by the tricky triad.

At least until they got older and the eldest boy went off to university and the second wasn’t far off. To be closer, they moved to London and Theeran entered his junior year of secondary school as the new kid. He’d taken the loss of his cousins hard, had a handful of friends back home but they’d been fair weather and they hadn’t known of shifters and magic. It was perhaps the fear of being alone that had him quick to seek out alliances.

Kasey was another new student and it was apparent from the pins on her backpack and far away look in her eyes that she wasn’t quite going to fit into the box they were meant to be put in. What started as an orientation became a friendship unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. A bit of an oddball, but a sweet one, she had dreams and aspirations and made a point to ask him about his own. Which led him to realizing he hadn’t quite thought ahead that far but they’d both decided they hadn’t wanted to just go the ordinary route, didn’t want to just go to university, get a job, work, and then die.

So at seventeen, on the cusp of graduation, they got two train tickets and started off on an adventure.

They had money that they’d saved from their after school jobs and what Theeran’s absent mother had left him. From there he’d just listened to Kasey’s dream locations and planned their whole trip, or at least as much of it as he could. Part of the point had been to sort of just go wherever Kasey’s little heart wanted to go and he just quietly supported her in her journey, enjoying meeting other supernaturals along the way.

They went all over Europe, would stick around in a place for a couple of weeks at a time before moving on for a year or so. When money got low, Kasey broke out the tarot cards or rune stones to tell fortunes, he sold some sketches or small paintings, managed to win at cards, or did some odd jobs. It was simple living for the most part, some days were better than others, but they were seeing the world and he wasn’t in a dead end job or toiling through some art school. It was real world experience, he couldn’t get that behind a desk or writing essays.

Except the world wasn’t always kind to dreamers.

As hard as he tried to keep Kasey from worrying about anything, sometimes the reality of their situation weighed heavily on his best friend and there’d be times where they couldn’t find or afford decent housing, where they had little to no food. It was a heavy burden on him, being a sort of caretaker, being the rock, the man with a plan, but it was worth it to see her smile, to see her discovering herself and her power.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

They’d ran into a good amount of fellow supernaturals over time, older, younger, their age and on their own journeys. But not everyone they met was friendly and it’s not like they weren’t aware of what could lurk in the dark. They kept a strict curfew, both tried to be back to their lodgings before dark, but a card game ran too long, or maybe it was that his luck had run out for the evening, and he found himself cornered by vampires.

Some dapper man showed up and chastised them before they could really take a bite out of them. He himself had been a vampire but compared to the others who had been quick to swarm, he seemed entirely too composed. David Hamilton was the most human vampire that he’d ever met.

From what he’d learned over the years, shifters were the protector’s of humanity and vampires couldn’t be trusted to do much aside from harm it. So he had his reservations when it came to them, and yet he owed this one his life and he had to think about Kasey. He was the man with a plan after all, and the plan was to stay alive, he couldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Or a well off vampire with a nice house in Cambridge.

It wasn’t a permanent thing, life was easier for sure, but it wasn’t all that long until the pair was itching to get going again. The pair inevitably set out again, seeking to know more about magic and find out more about themselves in the process. Occasionally they find themselves staying at one of David’s several castles, Theeran can’t find it in himself not to stay in touch with the man who’d shown them such kindness.

So when David calls to tell him that he’s got a place in Greece with a spare room, Theeran is quick to take him up on the offer. Not only is Greece beautiful, but Corinth in particular has been rumored to be the home to supernatural shenanigans that he can’t quite turn away from.

PERSONALITY

+ astute, pragmatic, creative - headstrong, prying, overly ambitious

PLAYED BY M. CST. She/Her.

#taken #male #shifter #julian baccay #evan mock

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meanderingandrambling · 4 years

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tagged by the delightful @comepraisetheinfanta to find a song for each letter of my url

W - Wytches by Inkubus Sukkubus

A - All Souls Night by Loreena McKennitt

V - Vina Odueña sung by Voice Of The Turtle

E - Evil by 45 Grave

R - Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

I - I Smell Winter by The Housemartins

N - New Rose by The Damned

G - Ghazal by Niyaz

C - Circle Song by the Moulettes

L - Lullaby by the Cure

O - Of Lilies And Remains by Bauhaus

U - Ushti Baba by Golem

D - Devil’s Resting Place by Laura Marling

S - Satyros by Faun

tagging: @otahkoapisiakii, @mercurianfox, @blackbird-brewster, @ariesp5, @amarguerite, @essayofthoughts, @glintglimmergleam, @ironedorchid, @mystical-imagine, @queeringfeministreality,

#this is actually a pretty decent representation of my musical taste #music #songs #memes #i miss my old url

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slashingdisneypasta · 10 months

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You want old men thoughts?? Hmm.... Right now I can't think of much, but I'll give you the little things I got XD

- Imagine in the Norman and Inkubus imagine you made, it's actually Norman that gets you first. You two have an established relationship before Inkubus came along, and started trying to seduce you. You insist to Norman that this new guy is 'just a friend', but even blind he can see that this guy has no good intentions towards his little wife.

- Imagine that you were the one victim of the Fireflies that managed to escape, and now Otis is obsessed with 'finishing what he started' with you. At first, it was with the intention to kill, but he just can't stop thinking about you lately (I'm not sure how in character this is, but I hope you still enjoy it XD)

- Ok this isn't sexual, but imagine you and Jim share a bed together, and in the middle of the night, you at first feel your husband shaking. You look over your shoulder to see his still sleeping face, and it looks scared. Pained. And you hear him muttering... You know what he's dreaming about. It's the same dream he's had ever since that God forsaken poaching trip he went on that almost killed him.

It's not much, but I hope you enjoy these imagines! ^^

OLD MEN-

Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus-

I loveee this prompt XDD Its like:

Y/N: *Introducing their husband and their nice new friend 'Klaus'* And like I said Norm, we're just goin' to the shops for a bit. Norman, getting bad vibes off of this... 'Klaus': I don't want you goin anywhere with him. Y/N: ... :D *w h a t... * Y/N: *Eyeroll* Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ Inkubus, who has been quiet up until that moment.: ... excuse me I'm what-

Y/N, explaining to Norman who's at the door (You're lovely new friend obviously XD ) and that you two are just going out shopping: Don't worry Norm!, I love you, Klaus is just a friend ^^ He doesn't have any weird intentions, don't be possessive. Norman: Hmm... I gues- Inkubus: *'Absentmindedly' tapping his foot on the porch outside- you cant hear it but Norman with his exceptional senses sure can. And why is it significant?... its Morse code for 'OH YES. I DO.' *

Otis B Driftwood x Reader-

Its totally in character!! I can absolutely see Otis being pissed and obsessing until, like, Baby mentions that she swears he has a crush~~ And he obviously curses at her and the fight because no way in hell does he have a fucken crush, but then when Baby skips off- he has an epiphany~ Like hm... (: Maybe I do have a thing on the slippery little fuck-cunt... Oh, heh heh, even better.

CUZ HE KNOWS, he KNOWS, being in a relationship with him is the worse sentence he could have ever dreamt up even on the purest of LSD.

Warnings; Capture, restraints, (Light) non-con touching/sexual assault and heavy allusions to rape. Just because I wrote this under your ask, does not mean you have to read it if you are uncomfortable. Technically all this can be sub-categorised under Otis' name, but I want to be clear XD My head goes to a darkkk place when I write Otis, okay? I'm sorry-

The old fucker's huge hand was tight over your mouth and nose as he leant in and grinned with dirty teeth at you. "... congrats, for what its worth. Its never taken me this long to find someone. Heheh, you're a good runner, gingerbread. Too bad you're not so good at hiding."

In responce you struggle once again against the restraints keeping you down on your knees; bare skin digging into the gravel parking lot beneath you. The tag ties around your wrists keep your arms stuck painfully behind your back as well as your ankles rubbing raw against each other.

"... lemme explain to you why you don't wanna fight me, alright?... " His hand squeezes you jaw, and you just wonder why he seems in such good spirits. The last time you saw him you were in the bed of a truck racing away from his crazy ass Texas chainsaw-style and he looked about ready to rip your throat out with his gross teeth. What changed? Why is he smiling, now? "... you see, uh... oh shit, I'm a little nervous!" there is not a single sign of nervousness in his eyes; Just a cruel amusement. "Okay, here we go- I like you." Immediately you try to struggle again but his other hand clamps around your arm and holds you still- and close. "Yeah. And well I usually don't take so well to, um... you know, little fucken bitches like you gettin' away... ehhhhh, I'm mellowing out in my old age, I guess. So! Here's the deal,

"I'll play nice. You know, I wont uh... hurt you, I guess. I promise, okay? Scouts honour, or whatever. But you... you gotta play nice too, k? You gotta... " Otis eyes flicker, moving purposefully from where they had been steadfast to yours for the past few minutes... down your body. The hand on your arm moves and ever so gently his knuckles graze against your chest. You jaw would drop if it wasn't restrained. You would shiver. You would hit him. With another creepy chuckle, Otis gives a grimy smirk to you. "You gotta be realll nice, to old Otis. Yeah?

"That's the only way yer gettin' outta this alive, sweet thing. Take it or leave it; its up to you. See? I'm nice!"

Jim Bickerman x Reader-

That's okay, it doesn't need to be sexual! We also love old men XD

We have had the comedy, we have had the horror... now we get the angst and the fluff XD Here we go-

You're slowly roused from sleep by the cold, Jim assumedly hogging the blanket (Though that's not a thing he does, he usually doesn't even care about the blanket) so you sit up turn your head to look down at him; And immediately you wince.

"Oh, no... "

With his good hand clamped over his own mouth and his skin looking pale, its obvious exactly what he's dreaming about. His eyebrows are furrowed in his sleep and the lines in his forehead and the bridge of his nose are deep, his breathing is haggard and you know it has to be a nightmare.

This has happened before, ever since that trip back to Blackwater you wish he hadn't taken, and every time seems even worse then the one before. And they change him; The bags under his eyes haven't ever been deeper then they are these days; at least not as long as you've known him.

The worst part is knowing you cant wake him up, you can just be useless there beside him wondering what he's seeing. What part of him the teeth are ripping apart this time. Whether he's getting out alive, this time.

Taking a deep breath yourself, you carefully peel his fingers off his mouth so he can breath properly, holding it tight in your own hand instead. And then you just sit there, in the dark (The only light in the room being what the moon creates, coming in through the window Jim broke a couple days ago.), squeezing his hand and hoping he'll wake up soon. That he'll wake up.

When finally he lurches up beside you, breathing heavily as he wakes up and crushing your fingers so hard his knuckles go white and so do yours, you just let him calm down on his own. Just hold his hand and try to give him space while not giving him space at all; wanting him to have room, but not wanting him to feel alone. You're right here and you're not going anywhere. You feel absolutely useless, but... you're not going anywhere.

A few heavy moments pass where he just breaths, and you just watch him with worry-filled eyes, until the pulse you can feel in his wrist returns to close-to-normal, and you give his hand one final, hard squeeze before letting it go. Instead you silently enfold enfold him in your arms, him immediately dissolving into you; wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder, slowly taking some more relaxed breaths.

"Heh... not a fan of those nightmares peanut but I gotta say I like the service I get afterwards."

"... are you okay?... "

"I'm fine." He always says he's fine, but fine would mean no more nightmares. Jim says that he's fine when he has shrapnel in his knuckles, Jim said he was fine the other day after he fell off the roof- you do not trust his fine, at all. Crazy bastard that he is; His 'fine' is completely without basis in reality.

"... you're fine?" You ask, an obviously-dubious look on your face as you lean back and tilt your head at him.

Jim smirks, something you can just see in the dim-lit room. "With my flask and possibly a little under-the-covers action sweetheart I could be better then fine." The smirk transforms into a whole grin and you cant help but roll your eyes; Grinning yourself a little, despite yourself.

He's nuts, but you kinda love him for it. "How about water, and some ice cream?"

Eyes hardening, Jim gives you a 'you cant fix my liver' kind of look. You're very familiar with it; It makes you want to laugh. "How about homebrew and ice cream?- and, also, where the hell are we gettin' this ice cream from missy?? I didn't think we had any more. Either you're makin' empty promises to an old cripple with ptsd or you've been holdin' out on me."

-oh damn. Quickly you let go of him and hop outta bed. "... uh... well no we dont have ice cream... not that you know of, anyway." Avoiding eye contact, you busy yourself collecting the half-empty cups of water off of both of your night stands. "So you- uh- wanted moonshine?? Great, sounds fantastic, lets go- "

He's not to be deterred, an amused glint in his eye as he watches you. "Where are you keeping this ice cream, dumpling? I know theirs none in our freezer."

"Uhhhm... "

"Hmm?"

"... fine I have a secret mini freezer in the back. You kept stealing my Ben & Jerries, I had no other choice! Now, do you want some or not? Because if not, I'll just go eat it myself!" With that, you grab a discarded flannel off the floor for the chill and rush out of the bedroom- but its not long before you hear the sound of his prosthetic leg hit the ground.

... Its not long later after that when Jim has you backed up against the cold brick wall just outside the back door; Leant in close and with one hand and one hook on your waist. As well as a devils look in his eye that makes you grin under its scrutiny.

"I believe we made a vow, sweetheart, somethin' like what's mine is yours??... "

#I LOVE ALL THESE PROMPTS/IMAGINES THANK YOU SO MUCH!#these were so fun too XD #i hope you like them!! ^^#Norman Nordstrom x Reader x Inkubus #Inkubus x Reader x Norman Nordstrom #Norman Nordstrom x Reader #Inkubus x Reader #Otis B Driftwood x Reader #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Drabble #Excerpt #Incorrct Quote #IQs #Incorrect Quotes

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tinalbion · 2 years

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OH NO I SEEM TO HAVE ENDED UP IN YOUR ASK BOX AFTER WATCHING INKUBUS... GUESS I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO REQUEST SOMETHING... maybe a stubborn love interest finally admitting they're into him? >3> (my tsundere-self is STARVING)

Wow, look at me still being so on brand and doing this so late because yay depression! But hey, we got Inkubus content and I am happy to provide it no matter how long it takes me! Again, I am so sorry Kissi, oof.

“Pretend All You Want”

Inkubus x GN!Reader

Rating: Mature; Slight dirty talk, teasing, Inkubus being himself as per usual, pining, you like a little choking? groping, this man is persistent!

Length: 2k

“Aww come on, little one, are you telling me you don’t like the setup I have going for this evening? Here I figured I did a stand-up job that would make even YOU light up in excitement.”

Inkubus was one of the most infuriating beings you ever had the pleasure of being around for the past couple of months, and that wasn’t entirely by your personal choice either, though he wouldn’t tell you why exactly he’d been hung up on flirting with you constantly since that day. Except the thing was you absolutely loved the attention he gave you, the way his voice lowered and spoke to you with words you never thought you’d hear all for you, the way his hands would gently sit on your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms wanting to do much more than sitting idly on your arms.

Of course, you wanted to act on those devilishly impure thoughts you had about him and it was obvious he wanted you to as well, but something about him made you keep yourself at a distance that he really didn’t appreciate. The more you hung around him, the more you figured he wasn’t one who was really told ‘no’ very often, so you had to make sure to keep him in check.

You wanted to just walk away from him after he was being such a showoff, but you had to admit that deep down you loved this. He had a habit of treating you to an outing for dinner every week, just you and him at a nice candle lit restaurant, incredibly cliche. He even used his handy magic to make sure there was no one else besides the waitstaff to be there with you both, he needed you all to himself. He figured if he was going to stoop to ‘silly human behaviors’ in order to win your affection, then this was the way to go. Who doesn't enjoy being pampered every once in a while?

You, apparently.

According to him, you’d been the toughest person to get close to, but he never backed down from a challenge, and you were his greatest yet. He knew that he was somehow scoring points with you whenever he’d see the corner of your mouth twitch ever so slightly. He knew he was winning you over, it was painfully obvious with the way you’d turn away from him and try not to make eye contact or the way your cheeks would gain color whenever he said something playfully filthy to you just to see your reaction. Whatever he said it would make your skin crawl in the most pleasurable way, but you wouldn't let him know that.

Did you normally act like this with other people when someone at the bar was being a bit too pushy? Absolutely not, there was just this feeling that took over you whenever Inkubus was around, you figured he was using his magic to influence you in your presence even though you specifically told him not to, but when did he ever listen in the first place?

“Yeah, it’s alright here, the food ain’t half bad,” you said causally.

“Ain’t half bad? Aww come on, sweet thing, I think I can get a little better than that,” he purred as he tilted your chin with his index finger, but you pulled away and scoffed, hiding your obvious embarrassment.

“I said it’s fine, Inkubus, let’s j-just eat okay? The sooner we get out of here, the better.” You slid into a chair opposite of him and held the menu up to cover your face as you looked for something that you could distract yourself with, like reading the drink menu over and over again.

He chuckled and tilted his head to see you better over the top of the menu, he couldn’t help but stare sometimes. Humans were still beautiful no matter how many he’d seen in his years, there were a few that could really capture his attention, and you were one of those lucky few.

“Mhm, I like where your mind is at. More time to be alone, maybe letting me worship you in private, hmm?”

You scoffed and held the menu further, hiding your face so he couldn’t see just how badly he’d gotten to you. This is how it’s been and it wouldn’t stop. You wanted to just let him in, but how could you when he was just so carefree with everything, as if doing something so sensual wasn’t a big deal to you? You took that seriously and you should have closed him off for good, but here you were, playing this game with him that he loved so much. He should have grown bored, he could have, but he had all the time in the world to spend wooing you, why would he stop now?

“Shut up,” you grumbled.

He looked over at you even though you refused to look back, but his smile only widened whenever he’d watch you and you didn’t pay attention. "Y/N, I figured I could let you in on another secret if you're interested," he said nonchalantly while he crossed his fingers, his deep-set eyes staring at you

You looked over at him as you pulled the menu down from your face, curiosity lit up in your eyes. "Oh, go on." He would do this to keep you engaged in conversation with him, he'd offer a fun little tidbit or fact about himself and see if you'd take the bait. When he first told you he was a demon, you didn't believe a word he said, so you did your best to ignore him after that.

He smiled and leaned forward on the table. "Did you know I could do magic?"

"Magic? As in lame card tricks?" You scoffed. "I could even do that."

His smile only grew, he knew he had you hooked. "Oh I don't mean silly card tricks, little one, I mean real magic. I could make myself disappear."

You huffed and crossed your arms with a sullen expression on your face. "Then why don't you do it now and spare me the headache for the rest of the evening?" It was a joke, mostly.

Inkubus didn't take your harsh words to heart, he knew better than to allow himself to get hurt by something as simplistic as your attitude, especially when you were already so wrapped around his finger.

"Well, I could have, but it wouldn't have been as impressive as what I can show you. I can make it entertaining for you at least, do you wanna see?"

You nodded a bit too eagerly while you watched him carefully, your eyes wide so you wouldn't miss it. Inkubus leaned back in his chair and shot you a smooth wink, blew you a kiss, and suddenly it was as if he faded out of existence with a click of a button. You blinked several times in shock, you looked around for him, but there was nothing to be seen. The waitstaff minded their own business and went about as if nothing was amiss, but you shot up from your chair and you looked around for him as you looked everywhere in the large dining area.

"Well, that is pretty cool, I have to admit," you said as you tried to act unimpressed, "but can you come back now?"

You were greeted with silence.

"Inkubus, you didn't… you didn't blink out of reality or something did you? Come on, this isn’t funny."

Inkubus was having a fun time messing with you, especially since he could walk along a different plane of existence unlike most, and his finger ran up your spine playfully as he passed behind you. You shivered, thinking it was just a random chill and nothing more.

"Inkubus?" Your hardened tone dropped now, your eyes widened, and you looked absolutely frightened like a lost child.

Sometimes he thrived on making people feel fear, it kept the blood pumping and the heart beating fast while he toyed with you, and as much as he wanted to drag it out and take his time with you, he figured he wouldn't give you too big of a scare just yet. But he did want one thing…

As you circled the room searching for him, you felt as if he was standing right beside you, but there was nothing. You swore you could see your breath in front of you as a little puff of cold mist, but you thought you were just seeing things. "Alright come on, I'm not playing anymore."

"Tell me what I want to hear, little one," an ethereal voice whispered to you softly. "Tell me."

You cleared your throat. "T-Tell you what? There's nothing to say."

Another voice, one that wasn't his, floated amongst the soft whispers you heard. Was it your own? "Come on, don't play stupid, you know what he wants."

"I'm not, I don't know what you want, Inkubus," you huffed. "I just wanna have some food, okay?"

His spectral form stood behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle as his hands glided across your chest and stomach. You sighed and closed your eyes, enjoying the sensual feeling of where his hands were gliding. You had been wanting nothing more than to feel him all over you, you've even dreamt of it, but something stopped you and you couldn't even lie to yourself anymore.

His magic coated you like a warm blanket draped over your shoulders, and you could feel his enthrallment wash over you while you stood in the middle of this restaurant, ignoring everything and everyone that could probably see you. You had been left alone by the staff as Inkubus began to toy with you without showing himself, which you preferred if you could see him, but the way his hands were moving and how good he was making you feel right now had taken priority over your thoughts.

"Inkubus," you groaned beneath his touch, “C’mon, stop playing around.”

“Only when you say it, little one,” he growled as his hand grabbed at you slightly rougher than before. You arched your back and felt him behind you. “Tell me how bad it is you want me, I know you do. I’ve seen the way you look at me, it’s an all too familiar gaze. I’ve seen it before. It only gets messy when you fight it.”

You sighed and all let your cold heart thaw even just for a moment. “Of c-course I do, Inkubus, I like you, okay?” The words tumbled from your mouth and you had no way of correcting your mistake, right now, you didn’t even care. You wanted his hands to roam further and do so much more, you couldn’t even imagine the magic you'd feel if you allowed him to explore further.

The demon smiled and pulled away from you, leaving you there so desperate and needy for him, the smile on his face when he appeared before you only made your cheeks grow hotter with frustration. You’d finally admitted it and hated to see the smug satisfaction in his eyes. “Well, well, it’s honestly about time that you’ve given up on your little tough-nut-to-crack persona and given into me, Y/N, I rather like seeing you like this. So vulnerable just because I know exactly where to touch you…” He reached out and stroked the side of your face, which only made you grow more irritated.

You slapped his hand away and pouted. “Whatever, I just said it so I could move this night along and I could eat, is that such a big deal?” The color in your cheeks only proved against your argument as you slid back into your chair and glared down at the menu.

All Inkubus could do was chuckle at your attempt to pout. “Oh of course, how silly of me.” He stepped behind you and placed both hands gently on your shoulders, his fingers digging in a little rough as he pulled you back in your chair, forcing you to look up at him. “But if you think I’m going to let you get out of this one, you’re sorely mistaken.” One of Inkubus’s hands slid up and wrapped around your throat, his digits giving your windpipe a teasing squeeze.

Of course, you let out a pathetic moan, and all he could do was smile down at you.

“Just the way I like you, little one.”

#tinalbion writings #slashers x reader #slashers imagine #slashers headcanons #slasher requests #inkubus x reader #inkubus movie #inkubus imagine #inkubus headcanons #gn!reader

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strange-cultist · 4 years

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10, 13, 19, 21, 23

10. A song you'd want to dance to with your partner (or future partner)

Supernature - Inkubus Sukkubus

13. A song that reflects your views on love

Spellbound - Siouxsie and the Banshees

19. Song you can imagine listening to in an abandoned church

Wobbly Flu Twilight - Lux Aeterna

Burning Bright (Field on Fire) - NIN

(not gonna lie I live in an old church)

21. I answered this one

23. Liminal space void song (I think that's the gist of it)

And all that could have been - NIN

In the woods somewhere - Hozier

Snuff - slipknot

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alovesickdork · 5 years

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Playing with Hellfire is the ship name for me and Robot Devil.

Ship name for me and Captian Hook: Jolly Sailor Bold

Ship name for me and Dr. 0/Zero: Mechanical Honeybee

Ship name for me and Herbert West: Girlfriend Undead; Details Later

Ship name for me and Kroenen: Webs and Rust

Ship name for me and Giovanni: Earth’s Love Song

Ship name for me and Oswald Cobblepot: Birds of a Feather

Ship name for me and Stu Macher: Scream Spiders

Ship name for me and Eckert: Fragments of Time

Ship name for me and Spider-man Noir: Egg Creams and Root Beer Floats

Ship name for me and Ghost Rider: Web of Vengeance

Ship name for me, Jack O' Lantern, and Nergal: Supernatural Stupidity

Ship name for me and Brook: The Skeleton and The Dragon

Ship name for me and Demongo: Soul Stealer and the Student

Ship name for me and Rusty Venture: The Science of Spiders

Ship name for me and Blitzwing: Triple Threat Treat

Ship name for me and Fred: Beautiful Nightmare

Ship name for me and Rorschach: Adjust but Never Compromise

Ship name for me and The Doctor: To the ends of time and space

Ship name for me and The Amazing Mumbo: Simply Magical Together

Ship name for me and Arthur Fleck: Joke's on us

Ship name for me and Inkubus: Dark in my Imagination

Ship name for me and Peter Venkman: Possessions are an Occupational Hazard

Ship name for me and Nick (L4D2): earth is dead; you're still here

Ship name for me and David (L4D Screamer oc): screams of love.

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thenightling · 7 years

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Soundtrack for reading Neil Gaiman’s Sandman

I don’t know if anyone else has this habit but if I like something well enough, be it a book series, fictional character, or even TV show, I will create a folder on my computer of Mp3s of songs that I feel fit the story, either literally or by mood. Somtimes it’s as easy as matching Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books with Frank Wildhorn’s Dracula the musical, or Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (novel) with Frankenstein a new Musical and Richard Campbell’s Frankenstein a metal opera. Or Goethe’s Faust Parts 1 and 2 with Kamelot’s Epica and the Black Halo. And sometimes it’s a little more complicated. This one is of the “Little more complicated” status.

I tried looking up playlists inspired by Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and... Most were too emo or worse. They were tired, cliche, early 2000s screamer Metal or garage Goth bands that sound like something you’d hear at Hot Topic at ten AM. I like Power metal, but not Metal that sounds like someone trying far too hard to sound demonic for no apparent reason.

My selection might be more maudlin and eclectic but here I go...

Song List:

Track 0 (Because I don’t feel like renumbering them) Morpheus in a Masquerade by Cain’s Offering. This one is a bit of a cheat since I’m fairly sure it really is based on Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and reflects a lot of it but it’s a good song nevertheless.

1. Morpheus by Kevin Lewis (available on Sound cloud and possibly misspelt as Morpheous) - I don’t remember how I found this song but it’s literally about Sandman Morpheus during his captivity and his eventual revenge on Alex Burgess for continuing his imprisonment decades after Morpheus’ original captor (Alex’s father) had died.

2. Enter Sandman by Metallica

3. Dark Side of the Glass by Lori Yates

4. Tales from the Crypt theme by Danny Elfman - Pretty much any scene having to do with The House of Mystery

5. Horror in action by Kayak - Cain and Abel but mostly Cain.

6. House at the End of the Street by Lauren Scheff for The House of Mystery

7. In our Haunted House by Andrew Gold for Cain and The House of Mystery

8. Almost Human by Voltaire - for the character Lucifer. This one might be a cheat since it literally IS about Lucifer.

9. It’s the Fear by Within Temptation

10. Scary Monsters and Super Creeps by David Bowie

11. Strange Magic by ELO

12. It’s a Kind of Magic by Queen

13. Princes of the Universe by Queen

14. Feathery Wings by Voltaire - Sound of her Wings (issue 8 of the storyline Prelude and Nocturns)

15. Sweet Death by Voltaire This one is a bit of a cheat as it’s literally about Death from Sandman

16. Fate’s Wide Wheel by Scott Bakula (From Quantum Leap) for Morpheus

17. Jack’s Lament by Danny Elfman (Jack Skellington from Nightmare before Christmas actually has a LOT in common with Morpheus when you really think about it).

18. The Endless by Razed in Black. This one is literally based on The Endless from Neil Gaiman’s Sandman

19. Lucifer’s Angel by Rasmus - Season of Mists

20. Dreams to Dream by Linda Ronstadt

21. Mr. Sandman by the Chordettes

22. Dreamweaver by Gary Wright

23. Dream lover by Bobby Darin

24. Dream a little Dream of me by Doris Day

25. Welcome to my Nightmare by Alice Cooper

26. Gimme by Alice Cooper (The music video features a nod to The Corinthian from Sandman)

27. Nightmares by A Flock of Seaguls

28. Angels by Within Temptation - For Morpheus saving Calliope and getting revenge on her tormentor.

29. Dreamlover by Mariah Carey

30. Learn to be lonely by Andrew Lioyd Webber and performed by Minnie Driver for Morpheus at the start of Brief Lives

31. The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead by The Crash Test Dummies (particular version) - for Mervyn Pumpkinhead. It doesn’t really fit except for the title but I felt that he needed a song.

32. Morpheus’ Lullaby by Matthew Keegan-Phipps This is not a favorite but it IS about Sandman.

33. Sister named Desire by Tori Amos. This song is literally about Desire from Sandman.

34. Come Little Children (Kate the Great version, originally from Hocus Pcous) for baby (pre-Dream) Daniel

35. Sweet Morpheus by Inkubus Sukkubus

36. Underground by David Bowie

37. As the World falls down by David Bowie

38. Within You by David Bowie

39. Tear in your hand by Tori Amos. This song actually mentions Dream and Neil Gaiman.

40. Dream Warriors by Dokken

41. Let us Burn by Within Temptation - For The Kindly Ones

42. Unforgiven by Metallica - For Lucifer

43. Unforgiven by Lemuria. Originally by Metallica this really fits Lucifer, particularly the TV show version (if you like the scene in season 2 when Lucifer plays the piano version, this version is for you)

44. Eternal Flame by The Bangles for the Lucifer TV series incarnation (I’ll only do a few of these since there are so many songs in the show already).

45. Sinnerman by Nina Simone for Lucifer (TV series version)

46. All along the watchtower by Jimi Hendrix for Lucifer (TV series version)

47. God Thinks by Voltaire for Lucifer

48. Right before my eyes by Sir Elton John for any male on male ships you might have such as Morpheus and Lucifer (Cough)

49. Demon’s Fate by Within Temptation

50. Stand my Ground by Within Temptation for Morpheus when facing off against The Kindly Ones

51. The Dreamers by David Bowie

52. Who wants to live forever by Queen

53. Forever by Queen (Instrumental version of Who Wants to Live Forever?)

54. Heart of Darkness by Lori Yates (The refrain is “The end of an Endless Night”)

55. Destiny’s Edge by Lori Yates

56. Pure Imagination from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory

57. Touch the Night by Lori Yates

58. Black Rose by Lori Yates for Nuala

59. Changes by David Bowie for Daniel-Dream)

60. Morpheus in a Masquerade by Cain’s Offering. This one is a bit of a cheat since I’m fairly sure it really is based on Neil Gaiman’s Sandman and reflects a lot of it but it’s a good song nevertheless.

#Sandman #Morpheus #Dream #Dream of The Endless #The Sandman #Neil Gaiman #Neil Gaiman's Sandman #Neil Gaiman's the Sandman

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watchfulgoth · 7 years

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Tell me about your Sanguinius playlist. The only songs I have for him/you are "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift and a few songs by Inkubus/Sukkubus. "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons turned out to be about Mortarion and I was disappointed.

Gosh! Well, to out my Spotify account to you all I'm gonna drop a link to the Playlist because Im kind of proud of it? A decent portion of my feelings when I was making it originally was.. a lot of betrayal and anger? I hold a lot of resentment towards everything that occurred between myself and a certain man who will not be named. That's too vague, actually, I hold anger towards a lot of people. Anyways, it's very Horus-centric tbh because that's what a lot of my memories center on, unsurprisingly. Here's the link(sorry, I'm on mobile so I'll fix this when I get home but): https://open.spotify.com/user/irljacebeleren/playlist/3dQKh16VSjwVUikN3UTn8o

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NAME. Hippolyta Migonitis AGE & BIRTH DATE. Appears 25, released from the veil February 25th, 1973 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. Sphinx OCCUPATION. Owner of Inkubus FACE CLAIM. Sydney Sweeney

BIOGRAPHY

( tw: death ) Named after the Amazonian queen, Hippolyta had always felt she was destined for greatness. Growing up in Sparta in the 200′s BC, she had never wanted the life that was thrust upon her. It had not been a hard life, but it had been one that certainly was not what she had expected. Nevertheless, she was slowly, but surely, pushed into the life of a priestess. Her family was a political one to say the least. They owed the temple and she was left to pick up the pieces by becoming what she did not want to be.. When Hippolyta was born, her brother had already been training with their father to be a soldier. Her brother, Deimos, was meant to be strong and she felt that she could have been the same way if she tried. However, she did not. Being a priestess within the Temple of Aphrodite was something she cherished. The goddess of Aphrodite should have been worshiped and she prayed to the goddess often to get a life better than the one she was given. A life where she could be a great warrior like the late Leonidas. Or like her namesake, Hippolyta.

Every time her dear brother came home after becoming a soldier, she would ask him to teach her what they taught him. And her brother had been all too fine with teaching her how to defend herself. It always left her disappointed when he would leave again, but it only meant that he was learning more that he could teach her. Meanwhile, she was left to keep an eye on his children and his spouse. It was all a boring life, but dedicating her life to Aphrodite wasn’t exactly hard to do. She would stare at the statue of the goddess with full armor on for ages hoping and praying that she could reach that level of greatness as well. She knew she would never be a goddess, but she wanted to be immortalized. Like the great Leonidas and Hippolyta. What good would she be to her family if she wasn’t able to leave her mark on history like her brother was doing? Hippolyta would practice day and night with a makeshift spear she had made out of a tree branch. It was nothing like what she would deal with if she ever got the chance to become a soldier, but it was good enough for her to pretend.

Hippolyta had been desperate to do more than what was laid out for a priestess. Other Spartan women had been able to do sports and the like, but they had never been like the men. No, they would never be allowed to train for war. That was left to the husbands they would soon marry. As a priestess, she had slightly more time before she would marry off, but she would do it eventually. Hippolyta would soon marry a man she barely loved. Anaxagoras was his name and he was exactly the kind of man she had never felt she should be with. As his name suggested, he thought himself a lord. He thought himself better than Hippolyta in every way. And maybe he had been given the life she had wanted to lead. It was hard for her to watch her husband go off into war. Not because she was scared of him dying. No, it was because she wanted to be in his place. She was jealous of everything he could have that she could not. And so she went back to praying to Aphrodite again. She had never stopped, but she prayed and prayed and eventually it worked.

Ares had come to her in the night at the Temple of Aphrodite. Loyalty was everything and Hippolyta had been loyal to both the god and goddess throughout her entire life. The Amazonian queen was known to be the daughter of Ares and Aphrodite was her patron. She had felt linked to the higher beings in a way she felt nobody else would understand. When Ares had come to her, she had been shocked. It had seemed like her prayers would be answered. Sphinx. That was what he had offered her. She had been loyal to Aphrodite and him both and he would offer her an immortal life protecting the name of the gods like she had done even without all he had offered her. It was quick of her to say yes. It was not exactly what she had expected when she wanted her name immortalized, but it was more than enough. Hippolyta could be everything she wanted and more, all while guarding the great Aphrodite for an eternity. Paradise didn’t seem like enough of a word to use to describe the life she would soon be able to live. Leaving her family had been something she was worried about, but this was her chance. Maybe she would be able to have her brother with her. He had been loyal to Ares as well, loyal to Aphrodite. Surely, he could become one as well.

Little did she know, he indeed had. After burying his wife and child, he had come to the same Temple of Aphrodite and was also met with Ares. As long as she had somebody with her for the rest of her immortal life, she was sure to get through it. No matter how much strength she thought she had, she knew she could not do it without her brother. Being immortalized as a being that protected the gods was higher than anything she could have imagined. A winged beast with the ability to tell others when they were wrong seemed like a dream come true. A riddle for the chance to so much as glance at the great Aphrodite seemed like a fair enough trade to Hippolyta. Why would she ever want anything else other than that? Life seemed to pass her by once she had become a sphinx. Where others were going about their daily lives struggling just to make it, she had been the judge, jury and executioner when it came to protecting the gods. It was her god-given right by Ares to protect the ones that had protected her and her brother for so many years. She had been young upon becoming one and she would never take that for granted. Being a young woman when she had become a sphinx, only being twenty-five, meant she had so much to look forward to.

She had started her life outside of the veil. Hera had taken away their ability to turn into winged beasts before Hippolyta could truly experience it. But the goddess was a higher being than she. She would follow any rule or path the gods had set out for her. There was so much more for her to do thanks to Ares. Aphrodite was who she praised, but Ares was who she would give her life for. And she would keep giving her life quite a few times during her extensive life. Every one hundred years she spent outside of the veil, she would have to go back in. Unfortunately, for her and her brother, they were not the most likable people in the world. Throughout her many years of being a sphinx, she has run into her fair share of deaths. Chaos was something she thrived on. Maybe it had something to do with what she was being a gift from Ares, but she didn’t care. The life she had had grew to be more interesting than she had ever even assumed it would be.

Recently, she had been behind the veil due to being outside of it for quite some time. The incident in 1858 had been something she had been happy to see. Given that Hera had taken away her opportunity to be in the outside world, she was excited to breathe some fresh air. She hadn’t stayed outside of the veil for long though. In the year of 1923, she had gotten into a well deserved argument with a woman that she felt disrespected her and had never expected to get murdered a few nights later. Hippolyta had chosen to stay behind the veil after that for fifty years before she let herself roam about the human world again. She had landed in Corinth Bay simply waiting for her brother to come meet here there after he was done resting from behind the veil. Being in this world since 1973, she has seen a lot of changes, but none so extravagant as the time she’s living in now. Sure, Sparta had quite a lot to keep her on her toes, but all of the supernatural beings in Corinth Bay would certainly be a treat. She had disappeared for a bit to keep up appearances, but she made her way back as soon as she saw her brother Deimos was back in December of 2019.

The current happenings in Corinth Bay are intriguing to her, but she isn’t going to let that stop her from doing the job she was set to do. Protecting the name of the gods, specifically Ares and Aphrodite, was what she always would aim to do. And, if anyone so much as attempts to sway her otherwise, she’s always got a curse waiting on the tip of her tongue.

PERSONALITY

+ focused, brave, loyal - abrasive, insecure, vindictive

PLAYED BY KENYA. PST. She/Her.

#female #sphinx #hippolyta migonitis #sydney sweeney

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