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1 of 4 commissions I’m working on. I like how this one turned out, particularly the eyes. Done for @colormestupid of their sweet bab, Laliya.
#and the commissioner super nice
You come into my house and say nice things about me
It doesn’t matter how terrifying or monstrous or deadly you make your eldritch monster, there’s gonna be a person who hauls themselves out of the sewers to tell you that they will personally fuck it.
This post has so many notes and it’s mostly people calling out their friends for being sewer-dwelling awful cryptid fuckers and I love it. Expose them.
i don’t know what’s cooler tbh:
Demon horns being broken halos from when they were angels.
Demons willingly grow their own halos, but never complete the circle to symbolize their rebellion against heaven’s strict order.
In addition to the second one, angels are GIVEN their halos rather than earning them. Demons like Lucifer rebelled for freedom and individuality, thus demon horns all look different compared to an angel’s boring halo.
Horns are useful tools, but if you join them into a circle they become useless badges of authority.
And the thing about wearing a badge is that you become a symbol of someone else. You’re not you, you’re an extension of the entity whose authority you’re borrowing. You can’t be yourself until you ditch it
Here’s a visual representation of angels and demons.
I figure that as angels, their “horns” would glow when connected to become traditional halos. However, this blinds the angel with heavenly light, making the angel rely on God’s guidance.
Angels who break their halos become demons, and willingly grow their horns in obscure shapes so it won’t connect back into a halo. Because the halo no longer blinds them, demons can finally see but can no longer communicate with God for guidance – the light they once gave to heaven now belongs to them, hence demons being proficient with fire allowing them to see in the dark.
Extra notes on horns & halos:
Circular horns (Halos) are smooth and easy for God to “grab” like a chain.
Jagged horns are sharp to the touch and can pierce God.
Crucial notes I forgot to add:
The only way angels can break their own halos is through strong, direct, hard force; rebellious angels willingly fell from heaven, breaking their halos upon hitting our world’s surface. That’s why demons are called “fallen angels”.
The only thing that can hurt God and other angels is another angel, so the shattered remains of a demon’s old halo would be reformed into tridents and pitchforks commonly associated with the devil.
Regretful demons wishing to commune with God again would either try to grow their horns back into a halo, or clasp their hands in prayer to form a circle with their own body mimicking a halo. It would faintly work. These demons would become the first priests, and spread the practice to humans.
Everybody likes to get taken for turns To see how bright the fire inside of us burns And everybody wants to get evil tonight But all good devils masquerade under the light
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Something about his disposition was offputting, but Laliya simply chalked it up to the fact that they got up in his business. “Forgive me,” they hummed, simultaneously trying to think of a name to give. Since they weren’t quite trying to get a meal off of him, they decided on their real one. “You can call me Laliya.” Green eyes went back and forth between Gavrill’s eyes to try and read him, as if it would work this time. Spoiler, it wouldn’t. But it was a habit they were in. “You have an interesting vibe. I’ve only felt it once before. It’s quite...” Titilating? No. Don’t say that. “Tantalizing? I’m not sure how to describe it. I like it.”
Another character commission for @primedspecimen !
Their cute incu/succ, Laliya
Honestly I’m still obsessed with this commission
They’ve chosen this form for now, enjoying turning in the mirror as they played dress up in the store. In honor of their androgynous appearance, they found themselves twirling in pretty dresses, skirts, lingerie, midriff bearing shirts, and skinny jeans as well as more masculine clothing like baggy pants, big t-shirts, distressed flannels with the sleeves rolled up... The whole nine, really.
This time, they came out in a big hoodie, midriff bearing shirt with a cat on it, a pair of skinny jeans, and heels. Spinning in front of the mirror with a pleased hum.
zdravstvuysclntse:
Don’t break eye contact.. Don’t break eye contact.
Held fast in the creature’s grasp, Nonna thought about speaking time and time again, but really what could she say? Of course she wanted them out of her house, but at the same time, they would no doubt take offence to her asking them to leave. They weren’t causing any harm after all - apart from being generally unnerving - it would be unfair of her to judge a book by its cover and throw this being out. No, she’d have to give them a chance, with her enhanced healing and strength, she was at least somewhat prepared if things should turn sour.
“Ahh haha,” she forced out a laugh at the demon’s ‘joke’, thinking that it would be unwise to not react at all, “t-that was a good one. I’m n-no good with making up rhymes or puns or anything like that, I shou -”
She trailed off, realising that rambling would get her nowhere, it was probably better for her to focus entirely on her ‘guest’, and worry about being witty later when the threat of being eaten was completely off the table. “W-What? Oh, oh n-no, no you don’t have to do that,” she cried, flattery, perhaps flattery would help in this situation, “y-you look fine. Listen, I’m sorry, you’ve just startled me, that’s all, I really don’t think changing your form is necessary, I just need to calm down, I-I’m not used to being woken up like that.
“Umn, what can I call you? I don’t even know your name.”
Laliya’s eyes flickered back and forth between Nonna’s, trying to read her. Of course there was little they could glean, save for her fear, preferred traits in a lover, and relationship status. There was only so much they could pull from one’s mind, mostly pertaining to how to get a meal. It was like being able to only speak English and everything else is in languages with completely different alphabets.
They stepped off the bed once again and, despite her objections, their skin began to change, almost like scales flipping over. Their joints cracked and bones changed visibly under their tight flesh. Horns and tail receded into their body with an almost sickening sound before finally--
“There’s power in a name, you know,” they mused, looking at their hands thoughtfully. “I wonder if I should tell you?” Pondering the idea, they finally allowed themselves to share, remembering that they’d shared their name with the tentacle jelly man. “Laliya. You may call me Laliya.”
Illustrations from The Ukrainian Witch by Vasyl Myloradovych
Very interesting read for anyone who can read Ukrainian
zdravstvuysclntse:
Ohh, God. Breathe, Noyabrina, breathe.. This thing hasn’t turned hostile yet, it would probably be a good idea to keep it that way. Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Nonna tried her hardest not to shy away from the demon, eye contact was very important and a steady voice would work wonders, perhaps if she showed them that she wasn’t afraid, they’d lose interest and leave?
“I.. My energy? Oh - oh, you mean it’s different to a human’s? O-Oh that’s because… Um…” Well, that made sense, but it also sent a thrill of horror through her.. The way the demon spoke really did imply that they’d visited specifically to feed. Well, all she could do was sit and hope that they didn’t find her energy tastier than that of their normal prey.
With her jaw set, Nonna’s eyes followed the creature’s movements, trying her hardest not to inch back from them. They looked… Broken, for lack of a better word. Their movements were jerky, their jaw jutted forwards, bones stuck out horribly against their leathery skin, giving them the appearance of being malnourished.. No wonder they were hungry. But easily the most unsettling thing about them were their eyes, just the thought of them watching her as she slept with that great, burning gaze wasn’t an easy thing to comprehend.
“I’m not exactl…” She began before the threat of injury soon halted her. With her face now held in the creature’s firm grasp, Nonna remained deathly still, trying her hardest not to breathe in the demon’s horrid breath, surely one rash move would result in death. “N-No, no I didn’t know you were coming! I-I’m j-just prepared in case people break into my house! I have never seen you before in my life, I promise you.”
“Yes, yes. Very different,” they said with a nod. They released her jaw to lightly boop her nose with a claw. It was almost cute to watch people react to their true form. Head cocked to the side again as they watched Nonna thoughtfully. “I see. That’s good. I’d hate to spoil surprise visits.” Then she wouldn’t know when they would come to try and feed again. Which was good. Maybe then breakfast wouldn’t be ruined.
The grin remained and their tongue slithered back into their mouth. “For someone so prepared, you seem quite scared. Oh! That rhymed!” An excited little clap of giant hands signified their excitement at the happenstance. They hopped back onto the bed, which hardly shifted anywhere but beneath their feet, almost like a graceful cat, with their light landing.
“Perhaps it would help if I assumed a less... this form?” They chuckled. Despite the fact that their meal had been spoiled, as they couldn’t feed from any sexual energy exuding from her sleep, they were enjoying the encounter. She was fascinating.
Beings of myth; Sirens, Seirēnes
“I am a siren, a mermaid; I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean’s waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.” ― C. JoyBell C.
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Laliya’s fascination certainly wasn’t broken by Vee addressing them and their rather obvious gawking. The only thing to shift was their eyes, the rest of them... eerily still, as their gaze shifted to his face. A smile curled onto their face as they extended a hand.
“Sorry. You’re just so... fascinating.” They scanned the stranger’s face, hoping to get a feel for them and their tastes, their energy. For the future, of course. “You may call me Laliya.” They bite their lower lip before speaking again. “What exactly are you?”
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Oh shit she woke up.
Tendril-like tongue poked through their teeth as they heaved themselves to their full height. “Hungry,” they breathed with a sharptoothed grin, crooked, janky tail swaying lightly. “The meal is gone now.” Laliya hopped off the bed, stooping forward as arms hung heavy between their legs. “Your energy is... interesting.” They cocked their head to the side. They could tell she wasn’t human, but they couldn’t pinpoint what it was that she was, so they said little else on the matter.
They crouched again, head tilting the other way. “You react oddly.” Moving forward on their knuckles, Laliya then reached up and grabbed Nonna’s face with one very large hand, her cheeks squishing between their fingers. Another toothy grin. “Did you know I was coming? What other powers do you have that you can predict my coming?”
“Where my immortals at?” They’re fuckin’ hungry.
Two of Laliya’s favored forms
