#encounter: demon

[demonboyhalo]

ik plagiarism usually must be v annoying/demotivating to go through, but when ur part of a small fandom and can tell exactly where a fic got its ideas from, it's kinda hilarious bc

oh? niche blorbo plans the same heists? crafts the same gadgets? uses the same quips? has the same music taste? my fellow writer in a tag w less than 100 fics, i see u peeking over my hedges and taking my plums

#all of these things listed were things I completely made up for my fic btw it's not like a fanon thing #more than half the fics with this blorbo have him as a non pov antag like he doesn't even Get hcs #but anyways they seem young so im thinking maybe they just don't know how to add inspo on ao3?? but they're not hurting me or anything #it was just so funny for me to go ooo a fic in this dead tag *click* *read* *my hcs* huh. well that's a funny coinci— *oh it's all over* #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #encounter: demon

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

#dp x dc au #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #demon twin au #danny and damian are twins #john constantine #jazz is john constantine's daughter #he promised his first born child so many demons it isn't funny #jazz first encountered a demon at the rip age of 3 #she hasn't had a peaceful day since #she doesn't think of jack and Maddie as her parents but calls them mom and dad out of obligation #she didn't like Danny at first but grew to like him and visa versa #Danny had it rough in the League #he wasn't bad Damian was just better #despite how much he loved his brother Damian never loved him (or so he thinks) #he escaped the league after finishing a mission #he's been exposed to the pits so much he's already liminal #they've been through so much #codependency x 2

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: The Lauding Worm

Born of hubris and old glories gone rotten, this pallid demon of pride exists to parasite those that consider themselves great; Lurking in the walls of their ancestral estates, whispering in their ear, bloating along with their egos, inevitably driving them to cruelty and ruin as it's appetite and expectations grow ever larger.

Adventure Hooks:

The party are travelling through the wilderness when they encounter a richly attired knight exhausted and on the edge of collapse. After helping her recover, she shares that she is part of a noble family renowned for their legacy of dragonhunting, a life threatening challenge she must exceed if she is to honour her family and claim her inheritance. The expectation of this great and dangerous deed has worn heavy on her shoulders all her life, and has become all too literal now that the demon has invisibly coiled about her neck. Fresh off it's latest incarnation, the Lauding worm is small for the moment, feeding off the knight as she destroys herself for the sake of legacy and will not allow her to be dissuaded from her doomed quest. It may infulence the party to join her however, seeing the potential for gorging on greater glory should the dragon slaying succeed. It the aftermath of the battle, or perhaps some weeks later, the Lauding worm will convince the dragonslaying knight that the great do not share their glory, and that she must eliminate the party so they do not tell of her weakness in needing aid, or her shame in not striking the final blow.

Something is wrong with the king, and the whole realm suffers for it. Obsessed with building expansions to his palace he neglects the welfare of his realm and the stability of his court to empty the treasury into ever more elaborate construction. Brigands run wild, his underlings scheme and attempt to seize each other's territory, and all the while the king pours over the plans of his architects and demands they build more. The Lauding worm has gotten to him, it lives and grows in the castle walls, and the more the king builds the bigger it gets. The servants whisper of rumbling behind the walls, and though it is excused as the byproduct of the constant renovations, it's only a matter of time before the demon's growth exceeds what can be constructed and it breaks free to rampage across the land.

The Lauding Worm has a special reward for those who feed it best, realized only in the rare times it grows bored of gorging itself on the pride of others and seeks to enact its own ambitions. Taking the guise of a mortal necromancer it raises it's favoured hosts from their graves and turns their talents towards Conquest.

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#fiend #mid level #villain #villain demon #villain noble #random encounter #wilderness encounter #dragon #monster hunt

[dungeons-and-dragon-age]

Forever bummed by how boring demon fights are..... They're constantly present in the lore/story as a threat and being dangerous because they target you mentally is their Whole Thing, and well. That's kinda hard to implement into an arpg combat system ig. But it still bugs me that demons are barely more than any other random mob encounter.... Wished they'd at least idk, grant negative status effects? Maybe a sloth demon slows you down, or a pride demon prevents healing, or a fear demon reduces hit chance...... Or something. Or at least don't put them into every other sidequest.

#grumpyposting at 3am? more likely than you think #xd #demon fights should be more spicy is what im saying #its easy to forget what makes them cool and scary if all you ever do is punch them until they die #i do love the demon encounters that we get that do actually showcase their powers #sloth in broken circle and nightmare in hlta and desire/pride in night terrors etc etc #like. there are a lot of fun examples! its just a shame that they lose their impact by being combat encounters so often

[evenlyevi]

What brings you here?

#oc #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #temperance #demon au #encounter part 2 I guess? #ive learned to use perspective rulers on csp and it's been HELPFUL!!! #I still prefer plants in my bgs instead of urban stuff but heey its good practice #“別哭” was @ me while i was inking this

[0ransje]

I could fix him <3 @silverskye13

#cw blood #this was orignally gonna have Tanguish as well with Helsknight carrying him after the Demon encounter #but. I could not for the life of me draw that in a way I liked #so. just a Helsknight portrait #helsknight #redstone and skulk #my art

[journey-to-the-attic]

au where this was how ik and diavolo met for the first time when she was like seven

#obey me #art #they're reading 'the nine lives of montezuma' by michael morpugo by the way #it's about a cat called montezuma and it ends sadly. ik knows this because she's read it already but she wants to see if demons can cry #there's also very devout christian little girl later in the book and i just find the idea of diavolo encountering that character funny #obey me diavolo #jtta ik #slams hands on table how the HELL do you draw ROOMS!!!!!! #peep the incredibly thin lego house. that's all they could find enough bricks to build #also if you zoom in on the piece of paper (and turn it upside down) there's someone else making a little cameo #is it easy enough to tell who it is?? who knows #anyway yeah diavolo drew lucifer and ik drew herself and her dad (you can see zhao's glasses on one of the little figures) #when zhao gets home he sees the massive demon and passes out immediately #i think he and diavolo would make good friends actually. diavolo is the supportive ayi to his single fatherhood #one day dia's like 'man that guy's lonely so he sits him down like 'you know zhao i have a friend who might be your type' #infernal friends au

[chapinii]

Many on Quesadilla island believe that Fitmc was very much closeted to himself and the world up until he arrived on the QSMP, but perhaps that closet wasn't quite as locked as some may presume.

With the environment of 2b2t being so rife with hatred and homophobia, a deep and meaningful relationship was always out of the question. But within its depths lay the rub, of Fit, going through the all too familiar queer experience of being very aware of his sexuality against this toxic landscape, and knowing the possibility of others out there being just like him. Others whom he could never risk reaching out to in public, but longed to all the same.

He'd heard and seen his fair share of casual to severe homophobia, as well as witnessing with some amusement how the homoerotic tension some players swear against can tear factions apart. He knows all too well the irony that comes with a land so dominated by toxic masculinity and bigotry. This is a place where a man will stare you in the eyes, caress your cheek so gently, then spit in your face in disgust before insta-killing you. Of course, the price for outing somebody in such a place is a pretty penny for sure. Being a blank slate in the land of anarchy is your strongest asset. The last thing you want to do is throw fuel onto the fire and give people even more of a reason to put your head on a spike.

And so, he kept his feelings repressed- for the most part. He'd hide a blush as he melted internally over a handshake with a particularly muscular allied base leader. He'd allow himself the luxury of a poster, of an old Hollywood western starring a (very) dashing cowboy, that he'd stick crudely on the bedroom wall of wherever he'd end up staying for a while. But perhaps, just a couple times, he'd had a few small but significant experiences: the touch of a hand on his for just a fraction too long, warm eyes from a face he can't quite remember looking him up and down, all but rendering him breathless. Split second opportunities that would make those feelings bubble up to the surface, too strong to ever truly ignore. Being a lone mercenary in a world of anarchy is all well and good, but God does it get lonely.

He and Pac like to take things slow. It's a mutual decision. Neither of them have ever truly felt the need to sit down and discuss why. Fit wouldn't like him to know what he thinks about whenever the subject drifts towards the two of them going any further with their relationship. Every time Pac makes any kind of suggestive advance, heck, even if he looks at the man for too long, his mind can't help but think back to one quiet night on 2b2t, so many years ago. Flashes of encountering a stranger, deep underground, of a clumsy, desperate kiss. Stubble on stubble, the raw smell of dirt and sweat and cigarette smoke. He remembers the thrill, the terrifying electricity of it all, until a clatter was heard in the cave behind them and the moment was gone forever. It meant everything and nothing at the same time, that chance encounter. It was the closest he'd ever came to a real connection with somebody. He didn't know what became of the other man who so urgently whispered 'run', into his ear. He could have killed Fit right there, made a point of it, and yet he didn't. The mere memory of it petrified him, but by God, did he feel alive.

All the same, he didn't dare risk anything like that again. That was until he came to the QSMP, a place where he didn't have to hide himself from others, but still he airs on the side of caution. He's afraid of getting things wrong, of throwing himself into something he can't run away from. This isn't just some random encounter with a player in 2b2t. Pac is different. Fit knows he's got a past of his own, he sees how it torments him sometimes. What if daring to make a move, even kissing him opens up old wounds for the both of them?

Fit's no longer hiding in the dark. Making things 'official' with Pac is not a once in a lifetime chance, but the longer Fit hangs around him he feels like it is. He wants to keep Pac safe just as he kept himself safe for all those years. When he finally lets himself get closer to his roommate, one wrong move and another hypothetical cave noise could sound, followed by the form of something even more terrible that could rip the two apart forever and send Fit straight back to square one.

Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady keeps them both safe.

But God, what he'd give to feel that thrill again.

#aka the one where qfitmc has kissed men #i did in fact write out the entire kiss encounter #but it was too much of a narrative thing lol #i'm not good w not writing fics(?) like they're not genuine analysis #i've probs mischaracterised the shit out of qfit but i've had this encounter in my head for a month so forgive me for my demons #mission man is probably a jilted ex atp with the way I've penned this #this has been in my drafts for so long it's awful </3 #q!fitmc #qsmp #hideduo #please read this with a british accent in mind it'll sound better x

[pippuns]

Qiong ding disciples succeed in deaging SJ. YQY loses his mind in every direction they never knew he could be so mentally unwell

[PART 1]

#the qiong ding pipsqueaks are regretting everything right now #this is the worst mistake of their life. or it was until someone fucks up and temporarily turns every peak lord into a kiddo at once #baozi lqg became that way bc of a uhhhh unfortunate encounter with a demon. mqf is working on how to fix it #the qiong ding pipsqueaks are doing something else which is why it wears off so fast #pippart #svsss #baozi lqg #shen jiu #yue qingyuan #liu qingge #for just a little bit #qiong ding head disciple

[symphonyofsilence]

WWX stans saying he would have been the best uncle and Jin Ling's favorite uncle like we didn't see the man see Jin Ling go through the most horrifying event in his life and witness his uncle (who was also one of his two guardians) painful, traumatizing death after the said uncle was dismembered and after some really earth-shattering truths being unraveled, and LEAVE THE BOY THERE CRYING WHILE STARING AT HIS UNCLE'S COFFIN to go fuck in the bushes with LWJ. Like not an hour after the incident, or even a quarter of an hour. no. right after that whole shitshow happened!

(And JL accusingly asked JC why he let them go! JL...my boy... the real question is why did THEY choose to go?! When WWX had a traumatized nephew & a literally and figuratively bleeding brother to take care of, and LWJ had a traumatized brother who seconds ago WAS WILLING TO DIE WITH JGY and LWJ hadn't yet made sure that LXC's willingness has ceased since!)

And then WWX didn't even go to check on JL after that! While JL was a 15 y/o sect leader dealing with the power vacuum left after the scandals of the previous sect leader who was also coincidentally the Xiandu, & going through a power struggle with one of the worst sects out there.

WWX asks after Jin Ling from the Lan Juniors instead of going to see him himself! When he next sees JL it's said that the news of his struggles had reached Wangxian in Gusu, meaning that WWX hadn't dropped by to check on JL to hear of these from JL himself and he hadn't dropped by to check in on him even after hearing these news! He was only there bc JL had invited the Lan Juniors for a field trip!

WWX shows his love with drastic, big, dramatic, sacrificial acts like giving his golden core to JC or transferring Jin Ling's curse to himself, but since he himself loves to run away from his traumas and his responsibilities, he's not someone who can be counted on to help his loved-ones with their traumas and responsibilities. He didn't do it with Jiang Cheng and he didn't do it with Jin Ling. He never even talked to Wen Ning about Wen Qing and the Wen Remnants. (Or how WN feels about being a zombie forcefully brought back to life in a world that hates and fears him)

Maybe diplomacy is not his strength and he'll only make things worse by trying to help JL with his sect leader duties, but it wouldn't have taken anything from him if he had only stayed by JL at least for the night after the Guanyin Temple, not even doing anything, but just being there. (And I understand that narratively it might have been a point in the story where some readers might want to see the main couple sail off into the sunset together, but all it would have taken for the main couple to be shown as less of a dick was adding a phrase like "the next morning..." or even "later that day" or something like that before writing about them disappearing into the sunset...or the bushes.)

I love Wei Wuxian, but post-resurrection Wei Wuxian was really...not particularly an ideal family member.

#mdzs #cql #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #yunmeng bros #yunmeng siblings #yunmeng shuangjie #twin prides of yunmeng #twin heroes of yunmeng #my two cents #Donghua did JC especially dirty bc JC WOULD NEVER GO INTO SECLUSION WHEN JL NEEDED HIM! NEVER! #his family always comes first for him especially JL! #and actually everytime he encounters a trauma he drowns himself in work after his due breakdown #that's how he copes #and also I'm gonna be honest with you good people #when I say I love Wei Wuxian I mostly mean CQL!Wei Wuxian. and then the WWX BEFORE the timeskip. #after the timeskip especially in the book WWX was kind of a dick and my love for him greatly decreased. #and personally I really don't like the main couple sailing into the sunset trope #the most interesting parts of the story for me are the side characters and the platonic relationships among the characters #and the place established as 'home' #(In this context I'm taking about LP just to be clear. not the CR.) #honestly the prospect of forever roaming some stranger lands with only LWJ of all people (love the guy but he's super boring) by your side #or even worse. living in Gusu! sounds super boring. #especially for someone like WWX.

[demonboyhalo]

tumblr is filled with some of the most batshit, invasive, and utterly incorrect assumptions in the world but also once i got read to filth by a random anon who—by reading three (3) of my vague tags in a joke post—correctly diagnosed my father with narcissistic personality before i knew so. maybe the pseudoscience criminal profilers do is real, its just that all the ones who know the truth are cursed like Cassandra to come to you in the most untrustworthy form

#genuinely TWO DAYS AFTER my mother sat me down and delicately tried to explain what narcissism was and I was like oh my god #this is the kinda shit you'd see fictional criminal profilers do in the BAU #will graham? spencer reid? idk them my bf is [REDACTED] #encounter: demon

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

i see a lot of interpretations of zor being this otherworldly, anomalous presence- larger than life, practically non-human. and i, too, like perceiving zor through this veil of anonymity. i think making them too tangible or perceivable really detracts from what's been established about their character.

but, i personally really, really like the thought of zor being human. mortal. but terrifying to the point where you'd be forgiven for forgetting it.

i think one of the things that i adored about ieytd before the third game dropped (and honestly made me a little disappointed when it was changed later on) was the fact that the agency never had a face. it just... was what it was. it had facets- granted, the EOD was always the only one of any relevance. but, really, think about what we know about the agency between all three games. compare that to how much we know about zoraxis.

there's something really appealing to me about zor being who they are... they're probably the most wealthiest person on earth. they had a monopoly that quite literally gripped the world in their first- as their emblem would suggest. they hire some of the most lethal minds in the world- chemists, inventors, engineers.

and yet... despite it all, they're just one person. to me, their anonymity is a shield against the fact they are a person. they hide behind the lethality and prowess of their elite operatives- not to mention we've seen how clever they can be when it came to manipulating prism. they're by no means useless.

but what would they be without their anonymity? what would they be without the weapons they didn't design, the lairs they didn't build, the employees they use as human shields? the second zor is gone, zoraxis crumbles. they are the support pillar of their entire corporation.

... but what's the agency's equivalent? even post morales being a character, can we be certain that he's the glue holding the entire organization together?

think about zoraxis' most lethal schemes. seizing control of the world's atomic weaponry. striking targets anywhere on earth's surface with a giant laser. exploding the brain of every telekinetic agent on the planet. are they really seeking to cause as much damage as possible- to the agency specifically, collateral, or otherwise?

or do they not know where to strike. zor's tactic- for as high the stakes have been escalating- has always carried a similar motif. cleave and strike indiscriminately until the threat is neutralized.

but it never works. zor is lashing at a hydra- sprouting new heads where the old ones have been lopped off. they don't seem aware of how to destroy the agency other than exterminating each and every one of them off the face of the earth, in whatever way is most convenient at the moment.

i just think there's something to be said about zoraxis- and by extension, zor- always being seen as this oppressive, near-otherworldly force, constantly applying pressure on phoenix... when for all we know, zoraxis could be perceiving the agency in the exact same light.

zor, ultimately, has one beating heart. the agency has thousands. and all of them are dispensable.

#ieytd #headcanons #i GUESS #dr zor #i'll tag them. i guess this post is abt them sure why not #this blog is anti morales. if there are no morales haters i am no longer on this earth #i hate him for reasons unrelated to this post but it's still important that i say so #i just think there's something so narratively enticing #about. phoenix being fed the thought that zor is this. almost eldritch presence. despicable. a monster. a plague. #something that needs to be killed to ensure the safety of the world- and (perhaps more importantly) the agency #growing to see zor as an almost demon like entity. subhuman. scourge. #before finally actually encountering them. meeting them face to face... and seeing themself in their eyes. #zor is still a menace. they're still a murderer. they're still evil. but they're human. #and it's with a dawning chilling realization that the agent realizes that they've made a connection with zor- #-that they've *never* felt from the agency. cold. disconnected. a beacon of self identified purity they've been taking at face value #i guess what i'm saying is just because zoraxis is obviously bad that doesn't make the agency good. #sometimes eldritch horror can be the organization you risk your life indefinitely for #does this make ANY sense is anyone reading this. hello. where am i. what is this place. #long post

[will-wood-confessions]

I put my playlist on shuffle and A Mask Of My Own Face by Lemon Demon came right before Mr. Capgras and it made me realize that those two songs are like two sides of the same coin

#will wood confessions #ww confessions 130 - 139 #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwattw #wwatt #neil cicierega #lemon demon #a mask of my own face #mr capgras encounters a secondhand vanity: tulpamancer's prosopagnosia/pareidolia (as direct result of trauma to the fusiform gyrus) #mr capgras

[liminalhollow]

I’ve seen some Twin AUs with Danny and Damian where they jump to the conclusion that Danny is likely to be another Damian clone.

What if they assumed that at first, but then they witness Danny pulling some freaky ghost nonsense like turning his head all the way around or speaking in ghost speak or something. And as they spend more time watching him they notice how Off and uncanny valley he is like something pretending to be a human and they start to think he’s some shapeshifting creature wearing Damian’s face.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #Twin AU #''LISTEN I KNOW I LIKE TO CALL YOU DEMON BRAT BUT I THINK THAT'S AN ACTUAL DEMON.'' #my posts #I think at first they would think ''probably a meta.'' #But they spend more time following him around town and he just. REALLY weird even by meta standards. #He has no heat signature and walks weightlessly and silently and almost never blinks. #He has FANGS. #He got caught in the crossfire of a firefight and they saw him take a bullet to the chest and then run off but he was fine the next day #The last straw is when they see him drinking straight Lazarus Water. #I don't know what the next part of this story would be I'm just throwing this to the void lol #Alternatively: none of this happens and Danny is so unsettling #that they just know upon their first encounter with him that something is seriously off.

[illustratus]

Romantic Encounter by Mihály von Zichy

Lucifer and Princess Tamara (a mortal with whom he falls in love). An illustration for Mikhail Lermontov’s poem ‘The Demon’.

#art #romanticism #romantic #encounter #mihály zichy #angel #angels #demon #demons #lucifer #tamara #religious #religion #michael von zichy #count michaly von zichy #illustration #hungarian #fallen angel

[deadlycurse]

#horror #miedo #terror #paranoia #paranoid #paranoic #ahs #sad aesthetic #bw #panic #grave encounters #scary #ouija #haunted #possessed #exorcism #demon #witch #witchcraft #paranormal #scared #phobia #monster