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dr3c0mix · 11 months

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What does goth man look like 👁️👁️

whaT DO THE ZOMBIES LOOK LIKE???

this reminded me that i had a wip of the zombie horde in my procreate ghhghhhghgh but i want to give yall a little more than that so im also throwing in some headcannons and stuff from when they were alive <3 <3 <3

💀 Ribs' hair is bleached blonde! It also has a faint smell of weed, hmm.

💀 Just as he is now, he was very hyper. He used to go to a lot of parties and raves. He was actually at a beach concert when he got infected.

💀 He reacts to rock music, if you play a song near him, he’ll turn to where the sound is coming from and go to it and hop around happily, it’s a good way to find him if you loose him in the mall.

💀 Screw looked like he was a scavenger like you before turning into a zombie, you found old cans of food and an almost empty flask of water in his bag amidst things he probably picked up, things he very much didn’t need anymore in his current state.

💀 He and Ribs found a pair of scissors in your drawers once and you came back to your bunker to Ribs cutting Screw’s hair. They both just stared at you with Screw’s hair all over the floor, that’s why his hair looks a bit choppy.

💀 He gets cold easily somehow so he clings onto you the most, the others are a little jealous..

💀 Soda has a lot of burn scars on his shoulder, you make it a point to not use fire around him as he chirped and cooed worryingly when you lit a match to warm some food.

💀 His hair is surprisingly soft, a bit dry but it isn’t as covered in blood and dirt like the others.

💀 his shirt is slightly in better shape than the rest of his clothes, he’s probably had to change it after a while.

💀 Bo looks like he’s lasted longer than the others considering his supposed military experience and a bandage present on his leg ever before finding him, he’s had in on for a while.

💀 The sides of his face are scratches and torn, revealing his teeth underneath, it makes it hard to chew sometimes but that’s why he focuses more on getting the others food more than himself.

💀 He’s a bit of an attention seeker so if you see him beekeeping the others in line or doing something good, please praise him, he’ll be so happy. The others tease him for it because he resembles a dog when he leans down for you to pat his head.

Anyway here’s your funny little zombos !! Hope you like how they turned out ! I promise to give y’all a proper drawing of goth next time too!

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 months

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Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {7}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: A short skip over the winter break and into 2024 season.. Warnings: 18+ only, fluffies WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight

Christmas Eve 2023 - French Alps The air was still when you woke to a fresh dumping of snow on the mountain. The window provided a picture of tranquillity and the embers in the fire gave a peaceful glow to the dark wood walls. Charles had disappeared at dawn for a morning ski with Arthur and you squinted against the white glare to try and find them on the mountainside.

You probably could have gone back to sleep if it wasn’t for the door crashing open and the sudden weight of a child on your legs. Penelope crawled up to the headboard with a squeal and jumped into your arms as Max just reached the bedroom door.

“P, watch out for auntie’s tummy,” Max reminded. She now had to watch out for yours and Aunt Vicky’s tummy, since your sister had announced her pregnancy a few weeks ago. “Sorry, she slept the whole flight so she’s full of energy. I tried to get her to play with Luka but she wanted you.”

“That’s okay,” you said as she burrowed under the blankets and put her cold feet on Lando’s back. “Are you excited for Christmas?”

Penelope nodded eagerly while Lando slowly woke and you were grateful he was wearing a hideous pair of santa-themed pyjama pants. With even more children around for Christmas this year, everyone had taken to wearing pyjamas. It was good for moments like these, but bad for quick access when you were spooning in the night.

“Papa let me open some presents early!”

Max disappeared out of the room with a wave, heading back to his suite with Kelly down the hall. The small mountain retreat had been completely rented out for another combined family holiday and at the rate the Norris’, Leclerc’s and Verstappen’s were procreating, an entire resort would be needed to host you all next year. Your bet was on Max and Lorenzo becoming fathers next.

“How exciting! And what did you get?”

Penelope held out her arm to show a mermaid inspired charm bracelet. “That’s beautiful!”

“It’s got Ariel!” she exclaimed, pointing to a red haired mermaid as she bounced excitedly.

“Is that an earthquake?” Lando asked as he scooped the little girl up into a hug. “No, it’s little P. Why are you waking your favourite uncle up so early?”

“You’re not my favourite,” she said with a fit of giggles.

Lando hung his head and shook it with fake sadness. “Kids are brutal.”

“Kids are honest,” you corrected before kissing his pout away.

“Gross,” P said as she screwed up her face and started to climb off the bed to find ‘Maxie’. She did a sudden u-turn and scrambled across the bed to gently touch your stomach before leaning closer and whispering, “Bye-bye, baby. Love you.”

She was gone again, this time the door swinging shut as she left with no farewell for you or Lando. He let out a little chuckle as he pushed you back into the pillows and drifted down the bed, taking the blankets with him.

“Hello, baby,” he murmured softly to the bump. At just more than half way along your bump could no longer be mistaken for overindulgence or bloating. “You are looking lovely and round this morning.”

“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a lady,” you chuckled as you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Shh, I’m having a conversation with my daughter, no eavesdropping,” he warned with a smirk before brushing your shirt up and pressing a kiss to your skin before continuing his conversation. The moustache and shaped beard he was slowly but surely growing thicker tickled with each whispered word, the movement of his lips dragging the coarse hairs over your sensitive skin until goosebumps prickled.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he said with a smile as the door creaked open and Charles walked in with wind-kissed cheeks. “I just want to hurry up and hold you.”

“Patience, mon cher,” Charles said with a grin, depositing the second layer of cashmere he had worn under his ski jacket on the coat hook. “It’s only four more months.”

Lando groaned at the reminder before shifting on the bed to make space for Charles.

“Anything you want to add this morning?” you asked.

You reached for the hem of the shirt, ready to pull it down if it was a no when a knock had you freeze. No, it wasn’t a knock. The thud hadn’t come from outside, but inside. You dropped the shirt and stared at the jut of your hip, right where the skin went soft as it stretched up to your ribs. That soft tissue bulged ever so slightly as you felt the strange sensation of pressure and it drew a gasp that shocked your boyfriends.

“What? What is it?” Lando asked, his voice thick with concern.

“Give me your hand,” you ordered, already reaching for one of each as you placed them on the spot. “Shhh, just shhh.”

You felt it again and Charles exhaled a shaky breath that ended in a joyous laugh before grabbing Lando’s hand and shifting it slightly.

“Wha-”

“Shh,” you urged as Charles pressed a finger to his lips. The silence grew and everyone held their breath, waiting.

The air wooshed from Lando with an exclamation, “No fucking way!” His eyes grew wide and he stared at his palm as if the imprint of his daughter’s foot was permanently held on his skin. “Holy shit! She…she…kicked.”

Charles wrapped an arm around Lando as their shimmering eyes met yours. Pure happiness saturated the room, spilling out into the hall as the door opened and Oliver appeared a little worried. “Everything okay? I thought I heard Lando screeching.”

“Everything’s perfect,” Lando grinned, ignoring the joke he had heard since hitting puberty.

“She just started kicking,” Charles explained with an equally bright grin, while you danced your fingers along your side, trying to tickle her foot.

“Core memory unlocked, huh?” Oliver laughed at his brother’s eagerness, remembering the first kicks with his own daughters. “Breakfast is ready when you are.”

“Thanks, we’ll be there soon,” Charles said as Oliver closed the door again.

“Do we have to?” Lando asked as he curled back down and stared at your stomach intently. “I could watch this all day.”

“You can stay but I am hungry, and she is now shy,” you teased as you pulled your shirt back into place and climbed out of bed. With a groan he followed you to the walk-in wardrobe, just like you knew he would.

“Is the powder good?” Lando asked Charles while they changed into some casual day clothes perfect for the warm interior of the retreat.

“It’s perfect,” Charles all but moaned, it was hard to believe they were talking about snow but both of them loved to ski. “Arthur wants to head back out after lunch.”

Lando looked at you and you waved a hand. “Sheesh, babe, I’m not your keeper. You can go if you want.”

Lando hated being away the most, not that Charles enjoyed it, but there wasn’t the same level of separation anxiety that Lando had. “I don’t want to leave you here on your own.”

“On my own?” you laughed and slipped your feet into some simple flats before heading to the door. As soon as it opened the cacophony of everyone congregating in the great room down the hall spilled into your room. “I couldn’t be on my own if I tried.”

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Round One - Bahrain 2024 Fuel fumes drifted up from the pitlane to the balcony you stood upon as the start of the season's first race grew closer. It was strange to look down the entire length of billboards and see no new faces among the driver line up. Fernando still filled the garage beside Lance, but you held no resentment for your replacement. He was making the most out of an opportunity and it almost gave you hope that even after leaving Formula 1, maybe - just maybe - there was a way to get back in.

Next year would be interesting with so many contracts up for renewal. It was a chance to see new faces on the grid, or perhaps some old faces returning if rumours were to be believed. You wouldn’t mind seeing Sebastian make a return. For the moment, everyone was still too busy talking about Lewis and his move to Ferrari to give much thought to the other shocks that might come with the disruption. The open seat at Mercedes was going to be sought after by every driver stuck in a midfield car.

“You look deep in thought.”

You broke away from staring at the starting lights to accept a cup of herbal tea from your mother. “Just thinking about how the grid will look next year.”

“Gotta get through this one first,” she reminded. “Speaking of…it’s going to be hard having a newborn at home with those two away so much.”

“I know,” you sighed, resting your arms on the balcony rail as you blew the steam from the mug. The wall calendar at home was already marked with the first half of the season, all the nights Lando and Charles would be away circled in red ink. It had been collectively agreed that flying with a newborn wasn’t a great idea so you would only attend the races you could drive to until she was at least three months old. “This year’s calendar is fucking intense.”

“I want you to know you can call me day or night, sweetie, and I’ll be on the next plane.” She reached for your chin and turned you to face her as your throat clogged with emotion. “I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to do on your own, you saw it firsthand.”

“You’ve got your own life, I don’t want you to drop it all for me.”

She laughed softly and wrapped you in a careful hug. “You’re my daughter, you are my life, my granddaughter is too.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled and wiped your eyes, seeing the cameras in the pitlane pointed your way. “Gah, you made me cry. Now I’ll be on fucking Drive to Survive. I can already see the subtitles ‘Y/N crying as the season starts without her’. Wankers.”

Your mother narrowed her eyes at the camera and flipped them off, making you choke on a laugh. “So much maturity for a grandmother.”

“Yeah well I have been wanting to do that for a while, and I figure I can’t get you fired since you’re unemployed.”

You shared a grin and thought maybe you had more in common than you realised. You thought your fight came from Jos but now you saw a flash of it in her protectiveness and your chest warmed.

“I’m not unemployed, I’m a Lady of Leisure.” You laughed at the roll of her eyes before adding. “I might even get a Birkin for a push present to complete the initiation.”

“What the hell is a push present?”

“It’s a present a new mother gets for destroying her vagina pushing a baby out.”

It was her turn to choke on a laugh. “That’s a thing?”

“Apparently so.”

“Does the baby not count as a gift?”

“Hmm, maybe you should go ask them?” you said as you jutted your head to the plethora of influencers walking around the grid taking selfies with everyone. She wrinkled her nose at the idea, quite content to stay out of the fray like you.

“No, thank you. Oh, there they are.”

You scanned the crowd and saw Max, Charles, and Lando walking out to the grid together, their heads huddled close as they tried to hear each other over the crowd. They made a beeline to the strips of red carpet and Max stood between the other two as they took their places for the national anthem.

“Looks like the podium lineup to me,” your mother whispered.

You chewed your lip and hoped the data from testing was as promising as it looked for McLaren and Ferrari. But you could never tell quite how much of it was real with the strategies and sandbagging. “I hope so, my boy’s need a good start this year.”

Click here for the next part.

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dollwrites · 7 months

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— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Tartaglia was panting in your ear. repeating the affirmation in weak, happy moans, his breath hot waves crashing against the shell, sending your hair to stand on end. listening to him mewl for you was almost as fun as watching him chase the high that hides in your core. so, you didn’t mind too much that he was hiding his face from you. the face that you knew was screwed into a look of pure nirvana, and tinted rosy across his cheeks and his nose. “You feel so good, you feel damn good. I’m losing it in here, cutie. F-fucking losing it.”

another couple of deep, hard thrusts into you, sending your back arching off the bed and your eyes rolling back, and you knew what he meant. you could feel it— his neediness— in the force behind his fucking, and the depths that his base instinct yearns to reach, that he was close. beyond that, his cock was twitchy, the pink tip painfully swollen as it jabs at your spongy nerves.

he was about to cum.

“Ch—“ you hardly find a gulp of air, but it’s stolen almost as soon as you swallow, fucked out of you. “Childe!” your body reacts to his mercilessness. your cunt clamps down tighter around him, and your ankles lock against his lower back, spurring his body closer to yours, as if begging him to breed you.

“Feel that,” Tartaglia grunts, his thin brows stitching closer, his teeth grinding against each other like he was keeping the urge to bite your neck at bay, “feel you right now. My cute, little vice—“ one of your hands jerks at his ginger roots, nails scraping his scalp, while the other claws at the bed below, desperate to chip away that the immense pleasure building with each time his hips slammed into yours, now. “I’m going to cum, and this little pussy starts hugging me tighter. What’s the matter, cutie? Don’t want me to pull out? Finally going to let me put a baby in you?”

it was only mildly humiliating. after weeks, nay— months— of his incessant want to procreate and your vehement protest, you were weak to the prospect. maybe he’d worn you down, or you were swept too far out into a sea of ecstasy to care about the consequences, the reason didn’t really matter. your eyes struggle to stay open, your breathy heavy and ragged as you try to wet your whistle enough to speak without it sounding needy and raspy. it does, anyways. “D-don’t talk about it, just— d-do it!”

his forearms sneak beneath your body, cross-crossing against your back to jerk you upwards and to his chest, cradling you like a precious treasure, but the caress was merely a means to an end— to capture you in a position where he held all the power, and keep you there. “That’s a good girl,” he swooned, ignoring your plea to not humiliate you further. with his face buried in your neck, the sweat clinging to your roots stuck your hair to his face, and his lips dragged and smeared over your hot skin, teeth grazing your pulse point as he speaks, “being such a pretty, little baby oven for me, so warm and inviting.” Tartaglia growls for a moment, a harsh rumbling as he’s nearly crossing the finishing line. “This is going to be a big one, haaa… I’m going to fill you up, that okay, cutie?”

heavens, was it ever.

you nod, now groping his fiery tendrils with both fists. each lock was slick with sweat and slid through your fingers, but you grappled constantly stimulating him further with the rough treatment.

he gurgles out a happy moan in the back of your throat. “Good cutie,” he whispers, “You want to give me lots of sons and daughters to spoil, I can tell. You’re so desperate to have my babies. And believe me— I am so fucking desperate to give them to you. Hold extra still, baby girl, here it comes!”

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planete777 · 8 months

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꒰ RED HEARTS .:. LN4 ꒱

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. he's here, and he's absolutely beautiful; a pt.2 of red lines (based on this ask)

WARNINGS. mentions of childbirth/labour, crying, other than that, just fluffy fluff

NOTES. a requested part two!! i wasn't going to write one initially, but i think it would be nice to have one anyways. enjoy this gushy cuteness <33 (there will be no part 3!)

there's something inexplicably beautiful about holding a baby that's made of half of you. the way you can pin point which features they shared with the mother (y/n's lips and nose) and then with the father (lando's curly hair and evergreen eyes), and watch as they merge and connect like fated puzzles of procreation.

it's everything that lando thinks as he gazes at his sleeping child, innocuous and beautifully soundless, bundled like a prized package in the crib he had built. he didn't know he could feel such an immense feeling of love and protection for someone he had known for barely a week, but he's new to this, new to the tempestuous emotions that came with having a child, and new to having to look after it.

but, he guesses that all in due time, it will come naturally to him, and not without unsteadiness. the journey to the birth of his son was nothing short of life changing; getting used to his girlfriend's mood swings, peculiar food cravings, and just not being able to be there for extended periods of time.

it proved to be the hardest test of it all when she had fallen into labour when he was all the way in monaco, and all he felt was anxiety. unpardonable, it would be, if he wasn't there to comfort her as her contractions got worse. he landed in england several hours later, and would be surprised to find out that her labour dragged on for a day more.

he could tell that her pain was unsurmountable, always evident in the way her eyebrows remained screwed and she persistently reminded him that he 'should never bring that dick near her again'. he laughed it off, but almost began to think she was serious as the screams that followed were like that of bloody murder.

she started pushing, lando right beside her, and, he couldn't lie, her preposition of remaining abstinent was looking to be a much pleasureable option. he swore his hand was paralyzed from how tight her grip around it was, but it all paid off because his son was finally here. crying, breathing, seeing, and he couldn't help but sob at the sight of him. may have just been a small bundle of soft flesh and tiny limbs, but he was lando's, and to him, he was godsent and beautiful.

he doesn't know how long he stands there, staring into the crib, but not long after, y/n joins him, arms wrapping around his waist as her heads leans against his shoulder. he melts into her warmth, sighing as a smile stretches upon his lips.

"he's ours, lan'," her voice spoke with tired tenderness, and he nods, turning his head to press a kiss, that speaks what it needs to, unto her forehead.

"he is and he's so gorgeous... i might cry again," his laugh sounds wet, and y/n brings him into a grounding hug. he will marry this woman one day, he bets everything he has on it.

"you'll be a great father, lando. a caring, loving one, and i won't be able to thank you enough for being here with us."

he cries, so much that it rivals that of his son's, but he makes sure to be cautious of his volume. he disentangles from y/n's hold, cupping her cheeks and looking at her like she hung the stars and moon that glow in the sky above.

"thank you for giving me the greatest gift i could ever ask for, baby. i love you so much."

then she smiles, one that is so infectious, lando is certain their son will have it too.

"i love you too, lan'."

#lando norris #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one x reader #formula one x y/n #formula one x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 fluff #formula one fluff

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bzedan · 3 months

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I made a quick graphic for the family discord on making a very quick animation-cel like vibe to a drawing and figured why not share it. This is cobbled together from various half-remembered similar guides - honestly that's my recommendation, look at things, screw around, forget steps, whatever is left that you can easily remember is probably your best go-to.

Draw your lineart and add your colours, flats only shown here.

Make a copy of your lineart, alpha lock the lowest copy and colour it a colour.

Copy the coloured lineart (don't forget to un-lock it) and lightly gaussian blur it.

Optional: Duplicate your flats and add a light Bloom (glow/blur) effect to the lower copy.

Add noise to a layer over top it all, set to Colour Burn.

Done in procreate but same tools all over.

Use different colours when duping line art for different vibes.

When adding noise use multicolour, not mono.

Always play with opacity and layer blending to see what works best.

Shading layers can slot between the lineart and flats.

#please also enjoy this little guy I created to have something to doodle while listening in meetings #tips and tricks #procreate tips #literally don't know what to tag this

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altocat · 1 year

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What do the boys including Zack think about bigfoot?

If this was the real world, everyone except Zack would say that Bigfoot isn't real.

Given how FF7 exists in a world where monsters are a casual everyday thing however...

Zack is CRAZY about the idea of Bigfoot and brings it up the second he sets a toe in the woods. He wants to feed it his rations and befriend it. Monster pet! Everyone mostly just tells him to shut up.

Genesis is more concerned with how Bigfoot as a concept should be allowed to exist given how humanoid the monster appears in pictures. Like...did someone procreate to make that...? Everyone tells him to shut up as well.

Angeal asserts that even if Bigfoot does exist, the most honorable thing to do is to not rile it up and just let it coexist. There's no need to screw around with nature. Not unless it directly applies to the mission, which he wouldn't really be comfortable with anyway.

Sephiroth wants to kill it. Possibly eat it if their food supply is low.

#Sephcanons #ff7 #asks #ffvii #crisis core #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #loling #Zack fair #First Class Dumbasses #Seph: “Meat's meat.”#Everyone else: 😐

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bella-goths-wife · 1 year

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Do we get to know who prefers James and who likes Faith more?

Who do the boys favour?

Dwayne

To most peoples surprise-Dwayne favour james more

People would usually assume who would like faith more because of her calm nature

But he actually prefers James

Don’t get him wrong, he likes faith

She reminds him of you when you were younger, before the boys screwed you up

But she isn’t able to protect you

You protect her but James protects you and cares for you by defending you

We all know that Dwayne is a protective father so he likes the thought of you having someone who will look after you when he’s not able too

So I’d say he’d favour James more

Marko

He actually likes faith a lot

She reminds him a lot of how he used to be before he turned and grew into his chaos

He definitely takes her in as a pet project to make her embrace her bad side more

He likes her also because he’s a controlling person and faith is someone he can control

James is unpredictable and marko can’t have that influence around his sweet baby

Faith he can influence and control, in turn making it easier to control you

He does also just enjoy faith as a whole

He thinks she’s sweet and the perfect influence to have for you

He definitely coaches her to give her an advantage against James

He fills her in on your favourite foods and your likes and all your interests so she can have a head start

If this was a sporting event he’d definitely be her coach

He even calls her sport to show his support to the others

She’s got a powerful ally

Paul

Even though Paul finds it creepy that your dating James- he’s definitely team James

He hates them both

He just hates James a little less

He finds faith boring and bland

Her good girl attitude always drives him crazy, he hates it

He thinks you deserve adventure and passionate love, someone who would die for you

He doesn’t think faith would be that

He’s of course incorrect, faith would rather kill thousands then lose you

James however shows him passion and protection, someone who could kill for you.

He actually mocks faith alongside James until he gets a slap around the head from marko and a scolding from you when faith came crying to the two of you

She could be manipulative too, if she had to be

Paul noticed that when she smirked at him through her sobbing

He wouldn’t be able to coach James as marko does for faith because he wasn’t around as much, so he leaves that to max

He instead chooses to sabotage faith and marko with various methods

He’s absolutely team James

He even got a shirt of it once, as a joke of course

David

Neither he hates both of them

He doesn’t understand why you have to date to begin with

You have the boys, isn’t that enough

It’s bad enough that your dating, but why does he have to hear your lovers bicker all the time

If he had to choose, gun to the head situation, he’d choose faith

She’s someone he could easily manipulate you with while James would have more fight in him and would realise the manipulation

Faith is used to manipulation so it doesn’t register to her sometimes

He also likes her because she’s more quiet, and she can’t procreate with you

He’s always worried James is going to infect you with his spawn, but two girls can’t make a child

He’s team leave me alone but he will also help faith where he can

Star

Star absolutely adores faith

No seriously she adores her

She thinks she’s adorable and just wants to squish her cheeks together

She hates James

He reminds her too much of the boys and thinks he’s a horrible influence on you

She sees a lot of potential in faith, someone who could help her convince you to run away

Star sees faith as another thing that keeps you attached to being human

Even though faith would happily turn for you, she’d prefer to grow old with you instead

But star sees this as an opportunity to manipulate you into staying with her for ever

She’d help marko coach faith and will definitely give her cash to take you out on dates, cash that she doesn’t think James has

She’d also sabotage Paul and max any chance she could get

Faith has another ally who would massively help her win your heart

Max

James of course

Ultimate team up <3

He loves James and has taken on his role as mentor and sometimes even father figure

He bankrolls James so he can buy you pretty things

Any time James mentions that he’s taking you shopping, max just hands him some cash and tells him to make sure you get yourself something nice

James is his shot at getting you out the cave and into his arms

He also likes the fact that James is down to turn

He needs you to turn, he couldn’t live with himself if you died from old age or anything else

But before that he also thinks that James could give him a great grandchild before he turns

Max wants a big and happy family, and if James makes you anything less than happy he’d be in for very intense training sessions and thinly veiled threats from max

He definitely makes sure the boys can’t interfere in the relationship, it’s you choice of course

He’d turn James either way, he’s a helpful person to have around and he enjoys the company

Hope you guys enjoyed ❤️

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tricitymonsters · 10 months

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(I honestly can't remember if I already sent this cause it was late at night and I was dead tired, so if you already got this please ignore :'D)

I am back to fill your ask box with more demon lore questions, might be longer than the first. Maybe I gotta ask more sexual questions to balance it out.

If the contractbound (CB) were to make more deals, could it only ever be under the demon they made the deal with? This goes back into the Monster MLM cause you said if the CB made deals themselves it would just fuel the one above them, which would mean that the CB could never overtake the demon cause they would just both get stronger right?? So like, the main question is if there anyway around that? So the CB could overpower the demon? And if so, what would happen? (I'm so sorry if that didn't make sense, I can try to rephrase it if it's confusing)

Again, if it is just one big MLM then...does that mean the demons who made contracts with the ROs are also CB themselves?? Like how does one differentiate between a reg. demon and a CB one? Are they all CB besides this... Something??

Could a demon use word play/be intentionally vauge when making a contract so that it really only benefits them or to screw over the CB? Kind of how it's said to be careful with genies cause they can twist your wishes?

What is off limits when making contacts? Either because it simply impossible, even for demons, to do or because of some demon moral/legal code?

Can demons make contracts with themselves?

Can demons be summoned? Via a summoning circle or something? Or do they just pop up around desperate people?

I could have missed it, but have we heard the names of the demons that made contracts with the ROs, do we know what they all look like? Can't remember, but it could also just be a secret until later.

Can demons procreate? Can they make other demons that's not through a contract?

And some less serious ones:

How wild the demon sex gettin' the further we get up the hierarchy scale?

Who could win in a fight between Amir, Akello, and Mori and why?

HOKAY let's see what I got for you >:9

🔸 Okay so if you think of the pyramid scheme and contractbound or lower level demons on the bottom levels, the easiest way to upend the power structure is for them to try to take over deals from other pyramids, if that makes sense. Like, a lot of the power hierarchies branch a lot (and its POSSIBLE that they all converge near the top) but at the bottom it looks like a bunch of separate groupings. Its possible for someone to snipe contracts of lateral power structures to rise up your own. 🔸 You could also try to brute force your way up the structure by killing those above you but it will be a big mess since it will undoubtedly attract a lot of attention and get enforcers moving in to deal with it too. Few lower level demons/contractbound would have a fighting chance but it's happened before. 🔸This one's a little harder to answer, not all demons are contractbound but LOTS of them are. Some demons are part of the demon mlm out of loyalty or other bonds, etc, but making bargains and stuff is the chief way demons structure themselves and gain power. There's no real physical differentiation between a demon with contracts over them and not but you can KINDA make an educated guess that like... a really powerful elder demon probably has a LOT of demons under them and not many above them. But also the not being able to tell is part of how demons play power politics with each other too, its hard to know exactly what kind of power someone has if you're not sure how many underlings they're able to command or even who's giving them orders.

🔸YES demons will SPECIFICALLY use word play to build bullshit deals and screw people around. Amir had this happen to him when he agreed to be turned in exchange for Matias' revival. Instead of being revived the binding demon just bound his soul to Amir's wedding ring. Again, this is kind of on a per-demon basis as each individual will have their own kinda approach to honor or whatever, but it is VERY common.

🔸Not much is off limits with contracts, the binding demon either has to be able to fulfill the terms themselves or enlist the help of someone who can (and again, trading favors/debt is how demonic power structure just works so its a big rube golberg machine of who owes who what). There's not much of an overarching moral or ethical code for demons as a cohesive unit, they're fairly individualized and tend to value personal strengths and powers over group ideas or ethics. You'll definitely run into the occasional small group, however, that has some kind of rule they've all agreed to.

🔸Demons can make contracts with other demons but not with themselves, you need at least two (separate) parties to make the contract magic binding.

🔸I'm not sure yet about summoning but I do know that something about the strong emotions of the desperate are like smoke signals to them and will attract their attention before long. Amir had been digging into occult stuff desperately for years before a demon decided he was a good target to deal with and Marcel had been desperate after Akello 'died' and that attracted Tor eventually (who then chose to slowly convince him to deal instead of springing it on him).

🔸No, I haven't revealed much about the demons who turned the ROs. The only one we've met so far is Tor who didn't succeed in making a deal with Marcel. Akello and Mori don't really remember what theirs looked like and Amir hasn't described a whole lot of his deal experience yet. Something for maybe a little later in the story.

🔸Yes! Demons can make demon babies who aren't innately part of the contract structure. They may end up as part of it eventually, but they're born contractless and generally envied for that.

🔸OKAY so i mean, things could be crazy wild. Those big bad demons have all kinds of physical forms, plenty of INCREDIBLY potent magic, your imagination is really the limit. I would guess at MINIMUM that it would a completely life altering experience lmfao

🔸Akello would win if it came down to a physical fight! His demon form is incredibly powerful not just in how resilient it is to physical damage but Akello's rapidly gaining very very meticulous control over it. Mori is tough and strong and fast in a conflict but he still takes damage like any flesh and blood creature. Amir's not much of a fighter, and he'll freely admit that, but when it comes to convincing others to do things, he's unbeatable. If Amir had the opportunity to talk things out before a fight it would assuredly go his way because Amir always wins diplomacy checks lmfao.

I THINK I TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING, I HOPE THIS IS TO YOUR LIKING! 💜

#thank you for asking!#loredump!

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