#by inchoate vega

[ryoko-san]

(//Blood)

Swap Magic! Cam loves pain, pretty unsurprising. Also, i tried a different rendering style rn…i think I’ll keep it

[catella-ars]

Pretty sure there was more art to this but uhhh here’s some contextless “Ridley and Cam discover they share an ex” and Keid and Zen wondering what their problem is idk

[cat-arsenal]

Think About It (Warden Yearning)

Stream-of-consciousness drabble about my Warden OC being kind of into their friends and also Vega, prior to a lot of character development and conversations that eventually become a healthy relationship.

Zen and Taza (and the shared braincells about this foursome) belong to @espressoth

They’ve never let themself think, for more than a moment, about relationships. They have a few friends, in and out of the Department (not that they spend much time anywhere outside of work,) but none of those are the kind of relationships that cause others to blush and shout and sigh. They don’t think about it because they have neither the time nor emotional energy to spare.

They don’t think about it.

But sometimes, when they’re with Zen, or when Zen is with Taza, they yearn. Just a little. Just for a moment.

They never think about it for long, because thinking about it causes the kind of anxiety that would distract them from the task at hand. Thinking about what could be, good or bad, is too much to bear.

So they don’t think about romance, or sex, and it takes more than a few heated glances from Vega before they notice his interest. It is, with shame and horror, that they realize his interest is returned.

They can’t afford a relationship like that. Not with a good person who they trust implicitly, and certainly not with a criminal, a cruel Demon who cares only for himself.

They try not to think about it, but sometimes they look, and looking makes them think, and thinking makes them guilty.

[artyandink]

‘34 château margaux

SUMMARY: Spencer never knew to feel about you. Actually, he did. You were a career criminal, but also a liaison for the FBI, which prevented your arrest. You’re cunning, manipulative, persuasive and oh, so seductive. Spencer was warned against you, and he knew it. But even a genius profiler with an eidetic memory couldn’t resist you. Even a genius profiler with an eidetic memory can’t help but lose control around a woman like you.

TW: mentions of smoking, wine, seduction, badass reader, s7 Dr Spencer Reid, mentions of organised crime, mobs and mafia, Spencer’s weak for reader the poor baby, Hotch slander, smut

STW: Spence doesn’t stop the reader from kissing him, marking, oral (f. receiving), brief handjob, praise kink if you squint, dirty talk but Spencer style, degradation I think, wine play (I think), temperature play as subtext, ass slapping, profiling during sex, threat of exhibitionism, light choking, switch!Spencer, switch!reader, pussydrunk!Spencer, slight overstimulation, fingering

SONG INSPO: Greedy by Ariana Grande, Acapulco by Jason Derulo, I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift and Make you Mine by Madison Beer

Femme fatales had a specific profile.

The "femme fatale" is typically depicted as a highly attractive and enigmatic woman in her late twenties to early forties, often characterized by a seductive allure that masks her manipulative and dangerous nature. Her primary weapon is her ability to ensnare men through charm, beauty, and sexual allure, ultimately leading them to their downfall.

While her motivations vary, she is often driven by power, revenge, or hidden trauma. Early literary examples include the biblical figure of Delilah, who betrays Samson, and Salome, who demands the head of John the Baptist. In classical mythology, Circe and the Sirens use their allure to seduce and destroy men.

The femme fatale's archetype is also evident in later works like Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth, who manipulates her husband to commit regicide. This profile of a femme fatale highlights her as a complex figure whose allure conceals a more sinister intent.

That was your profile.

Hotch had warned Spencer not to get too close to you, because you knew how to use your everything, and you had a sweet spot for the latter. Not because Spencer really was a likeable son of a bitch, but because you found him more fun than the other agents.

You were a pretty face, sure, but you were also a genius. A Dr Spencer Reid level genius, but you were the side of the spectrum that dissolved into a life of high crime and corruption.

Instead of becoming a federal agent - or law enforcement - you were the trusted advisor to a lot of the mafia and mob population, and even that was enough to put you away on charges of incitement/inchoate crime. But you were useful, extremely useful, so you also then became the liaison for the FBI whenever the mafia or mob circles became involved in an investigation.

This time, you were, as the unsub of a case in Las Vegas, Nevada seemed to be purchasing drugs like M99, ketamine and small doses of chloroform, mixed with LSD. It was a powerful mix and the dose was enough to cause immediate system failure and then death. The drugs were being purchased from casinos which were rumoured to be the cover of Vegas’ mob circles.

Your hotel room was the kind of thing Spencer only hoped to see in movies, with warm lighting, patterned red wallpaper, mahogany flooring with underfloor heating, glass and gold tables, mahogany dressers and a huge king-size four poster with curtains the same colour as the walls. There was a liquor cabinet as well as a fancy looking cooler, and it was nothing like Spencer had been used to seeing as he grew up in this very city.

It didn’t feel like his territory anymore. He wasn’t as comfortable as he usually was around these parts. He took the couple steps in, having closed the door behind him, now standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Maybe you weren’t in. Phew.

“Dr Reid.” Came the voice that made Spencer feel like he was on fire, a perfectly manicured hand brushing over his shoulder as you walked up from behind him, having come from the bathroom that was no doubt as fancy as the bedroom itself. After all, this was the penthouse.

You lived it big as a career criminal.

You stepped out from behind him, lips that he’d unintentionally imagined on his body stretched into a smirk as you picked up a quarter-full wine glass from the table and took a sip. You were killing him, wearing a black silk robe with just the right hint of lace, which stopped at your mid thigh and had a neckline that had his eyes dropping briefly before he schooled them and gave himself a very firm lecture inside his head.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Again, that voice, the cadence of it, Spencer couldn’t understand how something as simple as a damn voice could have him so unbelievably weak for you.

Spencer raised his hand in greeting with his bravest attempt at a smile, like he usually did.

“It’s a case.” He dug in his messenger bag, handing you some photos of some bodies. “Someone’s targeting bank workers around Vegas. It’s a ‘drug smoothie’ of M99, ketamine and small doses of chloroform, mixed with LSD. Morgan dubbed it that. Actually, smoothies are meant to boost the health of the drinker and contain nutrients from a liquid base such as yogurt or milk puréed with fruit, vegetables or items in a mixer, so I don’t see how this particular drug mix is a smoothie— a milkshake perhaps, as it hasn’t got as much nutritional value beside providing substantial energy through the intake of sugar and carbohydrates.”

He paused, seeing the soft, amused smile on your face, the light of the room casting a perfect shadow on the curve of your cheek. It felt like you were ethereal. “Did I say too much?” Spencer said meekly, rubbing his jaw.

“Not at all, Dr Reid, I completely agree. You can tell your friend Morgan to change it and you have my wholehearted support.” You gave him a nod, your head tilted and eyes looking big with the way you were looking at him. “You have no clue just how much your knowledge turns a girl on, baby, no clue at all.”

Spencer cleared his throat, realising that he was veering off topic and also almost salivating at the sound of you calling him baby. Having to lecture his eyes once again for looking at your legs that seemed to go on for days and seemed to also be calling for him to grab, knead and grip. “We need to stay on topic. Hotch needs the information about the case, and you need to give it.”

Spencer couldn’t help but always let his mind drop into the gutter at the sight of you. It was a Pavlovian response at this point— pure, unbridled instinct.

He couldn’t help but notice that with the way the robe draped on your body, you had nothing on underneath. That kind of assumed information had Spencer reeling.

You waved a perfectly manicured hand with scarlet nails, dismissing the idea of maintaining professionalism. “Hotch needs this, Hotch needs that. No offence to him, but he’s got a lock on you, Dr Reid. Enjoy for a night, let your hair down.”

“Well, t-the phrase ‘let your hair down’ originally was meant literally back in 1850, which was its first recorded usage but it has its roots in the 17th century. It was taken literally because women wore their hair pinned up in public, but the meaning of the phrase was to ‘get familiar’.”

Oh.

“Sorry, I can’t.” Spencer added hurriedly, searching for a notebook and pen in his bag. Licking his lips subtly at the sight of your v-neck and the way your hair framed your face. The curve of that pretty neck he wanted to kiss and lavish so it made those pretty lips fall open—

Jesus, keep it together.

“Anyway, do you want some wine?” You asked, tapping the bottle. “‘34 Château Margaux. This hotel really does have good taste.”

“I don’t drink on the job.” Spencer answered coolly. “And definitely not with criminals.” He would had Hotch not warned him— bad Spencer.”

You pouted, feigning upset. “That just breaks my heart. Putting my job against me? I’m only the advisor to some very powerful forty-and-above men who want some sexual gratification and overall ego boosts and also carry some lovely baggage with mommy issues written all over it. They want a pretty face to spill their secrets to, I give them that and get some cash in return.”

You saw the look on his face. “I’m not apologising for being a career woman.”

“Yet you liaise with the FBI about all that these forty-or-older sexually frustrated men tell you.” He countered quickly, firmly looking you in the eye. Not down at your lips, not at your tits, nor your thighs.

Spencer shook his head in exasperation, even though a shiver ran down his spine at how you advanced towards him, undoing his tie with a practiced hand. “What- ma’am, you can’t do that—”

“Ma’am?” You laughed, getting the maroon tie off and dropping it to the floor, unbuttoning his collar deftly. “Jesus, sweetie, that makes me feel old. Call me by my name, don’t be shy.”

Your name slipped off his tongue in barely a whisper, and became his only known prayer when he felt the warmth of your hands through his shirt, sliding up and up until the searing heat ran over his neck, resting in his hair and trailing down his arm, your nose brushing his before slotting in place.

Oh, God, he thought as you took his hand in your own soft one and guided it to press against your thigh, the fingertips of his index, middle and ring finger feeling silk while his palm, thumb and fifth finger felt smooth, creamy skin.

Oh, fuck, he thought as your lips got close enough to his to be a teasing venture into the cracks in his walls and defences that he’d flimsily put up against you.

“I’ll give you the information you need.” You said softly, in a way that had Spencer’s breath hitching. He should have looked away. He should’ve removed his hand from your thigh, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He was stuck like that, entranced by you. “You just need to let loose for me. For one night, I’m all yours. Drop that professionalism, Dr Reid. Let yourself go.”

“You’re a career criminal.” Spencer murmured, his hand beginning to rub your thigh, gripping slightly at the end of the downward stroke. Bad hand.

“Semantics.” You smirked, biting your lip— oh, hell, that did nothing for his self control. It made him want to kiss those lips until they bruised or swelled, until they numbed. His hand on your thigh made his tongue long to devour your pussy. The way you were looking him made him feel like he was merely a puppet on strings. “Come on, Dr Reid. Don’t deny yourself a good time, hm?”

Spencer would’ve answered, but then your lips pressed against his, and suddenly, he had clarity. That this was wrong, so very wrong. But it felt so damn good. His hand now kneading your thigh was wrong but felt electric.

He pulled back, but his mouth didn’t need to do the chasing that they ached to do. You did it for him, silencing any bubbling protest. You kissed him for the sake of coaxing him to give in, to just kiss and touch until his lips and conscience went deliciously numb.

“We can’t-” He felt your lips against his, a hum replacing his words, unknowingly stepping back towards the bed. Or maybe he knew. “We - mm - Hotch will - mhm—”

“Baby, what Aaron Hotchner doesn’t know what hurt him.” You murmured, pushing him back onto the bed. Spencer fell back without a protest, taking you in, especially as you straddled his lean form that had scooted up the bed, set his messenger bag aside and began popping the buttons of his shirt while grazing his lips with your own, teasing him, taunting him and daring him to let go as you rolled your hips slow and steady against his.

A grinding motion that drove him insane and made him moan and gasp. The fabric of his trousers really did nothing to alleviate the friction and pressure.

Spencer’s hands shot to your hips, unknowingly helping you and guiding your movements under the guise of getting you off him. “Ma’am, I mean—” He whimpered your name instead of saying it like a normal guy would, “please, d-don’t—”

Saying don’t stop was the intention, but he held himself back with the rapidly fraying thread of control. His eyes screwed shut then opened wide with a gasp, wanting to lose himself in you.

He wondered if this was his state with every woman or just you.

Definitely you was the answer when you took your mostly empty glass of wine, pouring the remaining contents over his chest. Your cold hand cupped the side of his neck, a shiver flitting over his warm skin as you then bent forward, lapping up the liquid from his chest. Sucking, drinking the earthy-noted wine with a suspiciously high efficiency. A moan that even surprised him left his mouth when you ground down against him again, your tongue on his skin, and he never hated his trousers more than right this moment as the fabric strained against his clothed need.

He loathed them when you reached for the sash of your robe, untying the waves of tantalising silk fell off your shoulders and over the side of the bed, revealing nothing underneath.

His mouth went dry.

He swallowed.

He snapped.

Within a second, you were flipped over, Spencer’s lips crashing down on yours as he kicked his shoes off, toed his socks off as he kissed you like he was going feral, hand tangling in your hair as he practically rutted against you, hard and fast and oh, so relieving.

He was gripping your face, free hand pushing the loose strands of hair out of your face, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue and making the blazing journey down your neck, which you bared to him gladly.

“Is this what you wanted?” Spencer panted, sucking at your pulse. “You wanted me to lose control, baby? Yeah, you got it. You. Got. It.” He punctuated the last three with nips to your collarbone and followed up with presses of his mouth on the swell of your tits.

You couldn’t even think, just letting out moans and sighs and needy whimpers of his name and unintelligible sounds, which did good to satisfy his frustration. Spencer’s mouth enveloped your nipple, sucking while tweaking the other between his fingers to have you arching into him and a smirk forming around his temporary fixation.

He switched his attention, pushing you down by your waist with his free hand to keep you from arching up. “Sit pretty and take it.”

Oh, those words sent a hot shiver up your spine. And then back down again, straight to your already soaking pussy.

He let your tit go with a small gasp, his eyes zeroing in on the prize and prompting him to start kissing down your stomach and nipping at your thighs.

If you chose to wear that robe for another person in the near future, they’d see his marks on your thighs. His. That was a thought that had a warmth swelling in his chest and cock.

He pushed your legs apart, holding them apart with his elbows and biting his lip at the feel of your hand in his hair. Testing the waters, his middle finger pushed with no resistance into your throbbing pussy, which had you gasping and moaning his name, while Spencer groaned yours upon feeling how you squeezed merely one finger.

Spencer had long fingers. Imagine what that meant for all you ladies out there.

He would’ve began pumping it, but he withdrew it and began licking it clean, tasting you on his tongue and almost whining at how good it was. Ignoring your whimper at the loss of contact, he maintained very intense eyes contact with you as he licked one long stripe up your cunt.

That didn’t last very long. The moment he got one proper hit of you, his eyes rolled back, then closed, mouth fell open, and he properly got to work, drinking you up like you did that wine on his body.

You’d honestly never been with a man as dedicated to eating pussy than Dr Spencer Fucking Reid.

“I’ve profiled you, y’know.” He murmured, still lapping at you and acting as if you weren’t writhing, moaning and arching your back - a complete mess - while he was having a fucking casual conversation with you and being the little shit that caused it.

He paused to suck at your clit as if it was all casual and part of a daily routine, little hums and encouragements between words where he’d absolutely devour you and make it look like him playing poker. Easy. “You’re promiscuous - mmh - like Lady Macbeth, except without the - mhm - implied infanticide and insanity.”

Spencer used his elbows locking your thighs in place to spread you open and get a new angle, and god damn it worked, because while you were crying out his name to Jesus and the holy mother Virgin Mary he was acting like this was another day at the office. “You use your body to get what you want - that’s it, be loud, baby - and on all counts it works. You also know how to play into people’s - fuck - psyche. It’s what makes you a textbook femme fatale.”

His middle finger slid in again, along with his index - both ridiculously long - and he crooked them just right, reaching places you didn’t even know existed and hitting the bullseye that was your g-spot all while tracing his name on your clit. Again, acting like you weren’t a complete and utter mess by now, but you were too far gone to care.

“You have an ability to see someone’s emotional desires— now, for example.” Spencer glances up at you, his free hand massaging your thigh and his fingers working you, pumping in and out and making sure his thumb got your clit while he talked. “It makes you highly manipulative, a-and your confident demeanour makes it - so tight, pretty girl - easy for people to trust and confide in you, hence why you’re the advisor to a lot of the mafia bosses on the FBI’s most - mmh - wanted list.”

Upon feeling and seeing how close you were, even if you didn’t know it yourself, Spencer smirked up at your face, looking like the prettiest picture with your eyes rolled back, mouth open, hand holding the sheets and your cheeks as pigmented as they could go. “But you’re easy to read when you’re in a vulnerable position. So why don’t you be a good girl, and come for me?”

You came apart easily at his cue, your high crashing over you like a fucking tsunami, feeling him lap at your pussy to clean you up— or so you thought. He actually didn’t stop, murmuring something about “one more” as his brow furrowed in concentration, really zeroing in on his target.

Not stopping, not letting up.

You were pretty sure you saw God and his army of angels frowning upon the sinful deed you two were partaking in, and how you were partaking of each other, while Spencer continued to steal your thoughts with that damn talented tongue and fingers.

He moaned at the taste of you, feeling drunk on everything you were giving him. Your sounds, the feel of you, the taste of you— you consumed all his senses.

You were a forbidden fruit. He was eating it. Except he was taking more than just one bite of the apple.

When you came again after a few more practiced licks, you felt a lot more sensitive then usual, but the satisfied look on Spencer’s face told you he’d made you come twice instead of once.

Testament to his skill, you guessed.

Spencer wiped all the residue of you off his chin with his thumb, licking his lips and quickly sucking the slick off by popping the thumb into his mouth. He made it look like his everyday Tuesday.

Then he undid his belt buckle and dropped it aside, his trousers and boxers going with as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body on the slow journey up. Spencer groaned as your hand wrapped around his cock, your thumb teasing the head before your hand began to move up and down… until he stopped you.

“Not right now, baby.” He chuckled. “Another time. Statistically, I’m fifty percent more likely to come if you do that.”

“That’s the idea.” You winked, but removed your hand off his dick anyway.

“I’m sure it is.” Spencer smiled, then looked around. “Do you have condoms? J-Just cause using protection during sex, particularly condoms, is crucial for several reasons, both from a-a health and social standpoint. First, condoms are one of the most effective methods for preventing the transmission of sexually transmitted infections, i-including HIV. These infections can have long-term health consequences, some of which are irreversible or even life-threatening. By using a condom, you're significantly reducing the risk of both contracting and spreading these infections to your partner. Second, condoms are a reliable method of birth control when used correctly. They prevent sperm from reaching the egg, thereby reducing the likelihood of unintended pregnancies.”

Then you pulled out the top drawer of the bedside table, which was full of condoms of all sizes. Which had him both slightly jealous and sheepish. “Oh, uh, thanks.” Spencer grabbed one, tearing the foil off with his teeth and expertly sliding the rubber on and entering you so fast your moan came in delayed timing.

“Fuck.” You gasped, especially as you adjusted to him and even better when he started moving back and forth at a steady rhythm, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in, feeling your pussy practically mould to him in a way that had his eyes rolling back and hips snapping forward harder.

It made your nails claw at his back, which made him bite his lip and release it, claiming your lips in a hungry kiss. ‘34 Château Margaux. It had an earthy taste to it.

Your perfume was intoxicating, and he smelt of new books and a cologne that drove you mad. You also got notes of butter popcorn from his time watching Russian movies and his lips distinctly tasted of you and you only.

It felt like your claim on him.

Next thing you knew, he’d pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach and thrust into you again, his mouth latching to your shoulder and leaving marks as he took your neck by his hand, not squeezing hard, but just enough to let you know he was there.

“So tight. How’re you gonna look - shit - all those mafia bosses in the eye, huh?” He panted, punctuating his words with a snap of his hip while you were reduced to cries of his name. “When you can’t walk because of an FBI agent?”

“Spencer, fuck!” Was the only admittedly pathetic thing that came from your mouth, along with a whimper when his hand came down on the side of your ass, soothed by a rub.

“That’s right, baby, call out for me.” He murmured, sucking a mark under your ear. “Make sure everyone in this hotel can hear.”

You found yourself coming at the words, gripping the pillows with your eyes rolling back, Spencer’s own copying as he felt your cunt clamp down on him like a vice. His hand on your throat squeezed a little tighter - but he was aware that it wasn’t enough pressure to cut off an airway - with his head dropping to your shoulder, pressing kisses to the heated flesh as he followed with a few clumsy, shallow thrusts later.

Oh, he knew what he did was wrong. He just couldn’t help himself when presented with you.

Spencer pulled out of you, both of you practically spent of all your energy. You rolled onto your back, wiping away a forming tear due to your sensitive pussy being wrecked by Dr Spencer Reid, but it was worth everything.

“I forgot one thing.” He murmured, moving so he could pull you into his chest and kiss your hair. Remarkable how this man can go from a hot dominant to a hot nerd. “From your profile, I mean.”

“Yeah, Dr Reid?” You smiled, kissing him softly yet intensely, drawing a hum of contentment from his lips.

“You, ma’am,” Spencer cheekily emphasised between kisses, “are very sexually proficient.”

That got a laugh from you, breaking away to playfully swat his chest, which got a noise of surprise from him and a small "son of a bitch!". “Is that your way of telling me this was mind blowing sex?”

“That isn’t how you tell someone that?”

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[vegafan69]

top redacted characters with infinite auras imo 😈

not in order cause i used to have an order but im not sure anymore uhhh hdejdhdjfhdjdydj >.< i’d make edits of them if i could istg

david shaw. cmon. alpha of the shaw pack. big buff man with monster cock that could kill you in mere seconds. the tragic family lore adds in a few extra points. the inversion shit he pulled with asher was chefs kiss

vega. the loremaster supreme. (not my idea). bro is so ancient and old and mysterious. he is my skibidi alpha dont even. bonus points for crashing an entire car with his mind (??!) and leading an entire army of vamps and daemons in the imperium. also i ❤️ wrinkly dick

hush. i hate this dumb stupid incompetent fuck so much. but he split vega in half and killed countless demons off-screen while still being like 😛. ngl that’s bonus aura points from me. sigh. im being objective rn dont even fw me roach

william. look, he’s old and wealthy. he orchestrated an entire massacre. he’s not just a friendly neighborhood french grandpa - he’s cold blooded and he knows what he’s doing. vincent stop being a crybaby.

blake. seer + dreamwalker? probably the only one of his kind. sent an inchoate and a freelancer into his version of dante’s inferno. killed himself for his high school sweetheart? having a sovereign fuck him in the ass to save his lover? hell yeah.

honorable mention: porter. we know he would do so well killing trump. also he’s just hot. minus points for being william’s supposed ‘puppet’ ❌

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[moronkyne]

Finally watching Redacted 101; Demons and Daemons

Here’s my input and notes;

THE SOVEREIGNS NOT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT THE DAEMONS AND DEMONS? WHAT. “Pets” and then just LEAVING?

Sovereigns Getting Salty™

Overthrowing gods? My favorite trope FOR REAL

So like “Starchild” is a sort of degrading name for some Demons? Hm interestinggg

Sadism, Inchoate, Desire, Empathy, Serenity, Strife, Misery, Fear, Shock, & Elation (feeds by a spectrum)

Thinking abt Fear demons with anxiety LMAO

Me and Erik speak alike and I just wanna say 🗣️🔊

“Sadism demons don’t have to be cruel—Vega often is.” GIGGLING

First Daemon, Polaris; Empathy Daemon

All empathy Daemons are childlike. GOTCHU. (I think that’s what he meant?)

De’Deridahn is like. It makes a lot of sense why he wanted his ‘creations’ to directly serve him. (Also i associated him with green but sense the new balance video im seeing ORANGE??)

Okay I actually had to take my meds in the middle of this bc I didn’t understand shit

Demons having no concept of death omfg IM GONNA CRY. :(

“And saw what morality—Mortality.”

EXPENDING MAGIC KILLS WOOO (cries)

Off topic but my cat biting the shit out of my finger as Erik is talking about vampires

THE ELLISION WELLL (ok i spelt it wrong)

Attendance at the well 👀 WAIT THEY ARENT JUST FORMED WITH A STEWARD?? THEYRE LIKE. MATCH-MAKED 👀

So there’s a ratio of D(a)emons to humans (checks and balances wtf Erik /pos)

So the Meridian SPLITS Elegy and Aria. Holy shit? The visuals in my brain rn. pearlescent river (Meridian) go brr

This might have to be two posts

So in Aria…there’s a whole new form. 👀 I’ve actually have headcanons about this ‼️

THERES NO CLOTHES IN ARIA. That’s lowkey pretty cool? I mean like it’s funny asf

Stewards.. can steward more than one. Hrmmm

Ah shit we’re talking demon politics

Daemons are biologically immortal though can die

THERES STILL MORE?? 13 MORE MINUTES? Hell.

Yeah I’m cutting this short specifically bc like three people are gonna see this and it’s not worth it

[messenger-of-stupidity]

EVERYONE SHUT UP(actually keep talking. Yall are fucking hilarious)

IM GONNA WRITE A VEGA REUNITE FIC BECAUSE IM TOO IMPATIENT TO WAIT.

( @t4llhum4n because i know u miss him too)

Warden shut the door behind them, their hands trembling. Their apartment - Department regulated - once was a safe haven for them. A place for them to let go of their self-placed restrictions. To not be so fully ashamed of themself. Now, it was like willingly returning to a crushing hell.

Truthfully, they were surprised that the apartment was still theirs. They hadn't been in contact with the Department ever since Vega has saved them. Saved them. Not took them.

Because he had saved them. He saves them from a repulsive spiral that would have kept going and going until they were left a husk, incapable of autonomous thought.

They sat down on the edge of their couch. It was stiff and uncomfortable, just like everything else in this cramped one bedroom apartment. Bur demons didn't need sleep, or food. So why should the Delta team have comfortable luxuries? Warden wanted to scream. To throw something. To do something other than run.

They should have stayed and done something after that... thing killed Vega. Their head dropped into their hands, their breath shaking. Vega was dead. Something so large as him... dead in an instant. Their prisoner, their patient, their doctor, their savior, their... so much more. He had been all of these things.

They stayed on that couch for hours. Vega would tell them to stop moping. To pick up the pieces of themself and move forward. To devise a plan of how to continue. That's what they should do. But their body wasn't cooperating. This was grief.

They had tasted grief before. Bitter and harsh and heavy. It tasted like love but soured. They were grieving Vega.

The pull of magic snapped them from their thoughts. A rift. And... something else. Not a rift. But close to it. Their head lifted, eyes narrowing. The apartments were warded against rifts, so the arrival stood on the other side of their front door. Well... partially. A human stared at them - freelancer - alongside the thing that had killed Vega. They stood up, backing away quickly.

"This is the demon I was talking about, Doc." The thing - Hush - said, pointing towards Warden. The freelancer - Doc - reached out and gently lowered Hush's hand.

"Hush, I've met so many demons these past few weeks, it's hard to keep everyone straight." Doc replied tiredly. Warden could taste their exhaustion. Their door opened and another figure stepped inside. Tall proud horns, piercing eyes, lips pressed in a firm line.

"Vega?" His brow furrowed at their voice and he stared back at them. They could hardly breath. Not that they needed to, and he had broken them of the habit of breathing for the comfort's sake of humans. He had broken them of so many habits unnatural to their body, but existed simply for the sake of unappreciative humans.

"This is the inchoate you mentioned?" Vega asked, looking over at Hush and the freelancer human that had accompanied him. What was Vega doing with his murderer? And who was the human. Warden glared at Hush. He had something to do with this. He had to.

"Yes. That's the inchoate." Hush replied. His gaze slid from the human to look at Warden. They nearly shivered at the expression. There's wasn't anything inherently wrong with it. It was just the uncanny valley associated with something that was neither human nor demon. Or daemon. "Vega lost most of his memories when I brought him back. You can help, right?"

Warden felt the three pairs of eyes turn on them. Vega lost his memories? How far back? And how had Hush brought Vega back? They had seen him kill Vega, felt the rush of his magic leaving his body. They stumbled back a step, looking over at Vega. He was supposed to have the answers, not the other way around.

"Can you be of help, congruent of Rak'Xit? Hush has claimed that you were a friend or subordinate of mine. This human has vouched for Hush's... value." Vega said, stepping towards Warden. They stared at him, lips parted in a silent gasp. It was Vega. Except he was different. Rougher. More blunt. And trusting the word of a human.

"Hush killed you." Warden said harshly and Vega nodded.

"I'm not exactly pleased by that either. Now answer the question." Warden looked over at the freelancer. How did they play into this? Hush stepped between the two, his expression tightening. Ah. That's how.

"I... I don't know how much help I can be. I've only known you for a few months. You've told me stuff, but it may not be enough. How much do you not remember?" Warden asked, looking back to Vega. His lips twisted into a frown.

"Too much. Start with what you know."

[sinnaminttoast]

Spoilers for new Hush Video + Carpe deus

Me trying to decipher what the fuck Hush meant by Vega being one of the Anacruses:

The daemon before the demon….

WHO TF IS HUSH MADE UP OF?? It has to be someone who is old as shit because they knew “the daemon before the demon”.

Which Vega said “We were all simply daemons. Not Sadism demons, not inchoate demons, just…daemons. Spelled with an ‘a’”

But he’s also not a d(a)emon..he just has certain parts of his creators?? I’m so confused. I guess that would explain why he’s made up of arcana.

I’m out of brain cells for this one y’all….

I should probably go back to relisten to Carpe Deus to refresh my memory on Solitaires, and Vega’s version of what occurred during and after the Cacophony. The issue is that I’ve only ever managed to successfully listen to his audios ONCE! Every other time I’ve fallen asleep while he manipulates Warden.

All because his voice is so relaxing

[autisticempathydaemon]

we stroll along (walking in a winter wonderland)

A Skyside holiday exchange gift for @sainthowlzon organized by the adored @angelicaether yes it's January fifth but it's still Winter so run with it

Tags: Vega/Warden (Darling), David/Asher, Sam/Darlin, William/Camelopardalis, Porter/Treasure, mentions of food, mild violence, mild gore Also available on AO3

It is a miraculously white Christmas in Dahlia. This year, the cold winds had blown down just right from the nearby mountains and blanketed the picturesque college town in a glistening sheet of snow straight from a Rockwell painting. Everyone, empowered and unempowered alike, can feel the wonder of Christmas magic in the air. Little did they know how close beings of pure, concentrated magic sat watching, judging. 

“I will never understand humans and their inexplicable wonder at something so pedestrian and natural as frozen, falling water,” Warden muses. In a park below, an energetic wolf shifter leaps into the snow and disappears into the unshoveled heap. His companion- his Alpha, Warden deduces from his aura- watches with an affectionate amusement that doesn’t show on his scowling face. Instead of seeing it, the Warden can taste it- the warm, honeysuckle sweetness of a love left to simmer underneath a pot lid. In contrast, the beta’s joy is fizzing, effervescent, threatening to boil over as he looks up at the taller man with a bright, sunny grin. Visible only to Warden’s Aria-borne senses, their cores mingle and harmonize.

Easily spotted by the inchoate on their rooftop perch but unseen by the enamored wolves, one of their pack sits with a vampire on the other side of the park. The two sit quietly on a bench, facing the garishly lit and decorated evergreen tree that the humans put up for the season, illuminating the boulevard with flashing, twinkling lights. Warden, who coalesced to the sight of the cosmos studded with eons-old stars, always found the ornaments on Elegy to be a poor facsimile. The couple below seem to enjoy it at least, sitting silently but comfortably, shoulders touching, as the world clatters and clamors around them. Their serenity is cool and refreshing; their comfortable intimacy tastes of warm, yeasty bread cut fresh out of the oven. 

The wolf leans their head on the vampire’s shoulder, turning to press a kiss to his scarf-covered neck, and their love adds a sweetness to their flavor. It reminds the inchoate of a rich chocolate being drizzled atop the toasted bread of their peace, the sweetness not cloying or overbearing but complementary, balanced. Unfortunately, Warden senses they are not the only d(a)emon lured by the meal and carefully retreats further into the shadows with a watchful eye. After a moment, familiar, blue-tinted horns come into view, and Camelopardalis walks from behind the tree, him and his companion waving politely at the other couple. 

At seeing their former coworker, an uncomfortable feeling stirs in the inchoate where their stomach would be. Without the added context of taste and flavor sensations, their own emotions remain inscrutable and unsatisfying, impossible to properly name or express. When they see Cam smiling so easily, arm in arm with his vampire companion, Warden cannot say what the twisting in their abdomen means, what the magic running sharp and cold under their skin is trying to convey; they just know they don’t like it. 

To escape the frivolity and saccharine spectacle, the inchoate travels across the rooftops, walking through the rifts from one to another. The snow, lights, and auras blur into a monotonous, humming drone, a dull, tasteless barrage of one-dimensional sweetness on Warden’s tongue. Then something heady edges alongside their consciousness- something rich and spicy like Christmas wine spiked with cloves paired with prime rib dripping with herbed tallow. 

In the alleyway below, another vampire uses the din of the nearby street to cloak his misdeeds. Warden watches as a knife- surely laced with demon blood by the way its waning magic calls to them- is buried in another vampire’s throat and twisted with callous efficiency. It is done so quickly, with such sharp, unyielding movements, that the inchoate hardly has time to savor his bloodlust before it blends with the sour, metallic tang of grim pride at a bloody job well done. The man turns on his heel, strutting down the alley and tossing the blade over his shoulder with gloved hands and hardly a care. He walks with purpose, a bounce in his step, and a feeling emanating off of him too lusting and hungry to be called happiness. The vampire’s intense, tempestuous emotions mix into a potent cocktail reminiscent of gore and viscera, the only sweetness that of slain flesh. It both repulses Warden and entices them; their core hums in want.

“My Darling,” a rumbling voice hums in their mind. “Did you find us something to eat?” Vega’s claws trail lightly down Warden’s horns, sending shivers down their corporeal form, and they nod obediently, wordlessly. The sadism demon nods approvingly at them, his eyes glow a piercing, burning red; he turns, skulking toward that night’s meal, and Warden follows like a lamb to the shepherd, a magi to the brightest star.

[soup-scope]

My interpretation of warden but the thing is

I’m very indecisive. So I made two versions of how I picture Warden/Darling

AND THEY HAVE NAMES ‼️‼️

Alt versions + hcs under the cut

Both versions use they/them pronouns!!

-Acrux

Acrux is the brightest star in the smallest of the 88 modern constellations!!

I don’t think this is true, but I kinda hc for acrux that the brighter the star, the older the demon and its canon that warden hadn’t coalesced when the sovereigns were around and believe them to be myths/gods

The department doesn’t like when demons who work for them use telepathy to communicate so I’d also think they’d have them cloak their horns/tails. (Yeah ik it isn’t canon that they have tails but they do in my heart)

I feel like acrux would have one of those tails that have hair/fur at the very end. Their tail is VERY expressive. They fr can’t hide how they feel cause their tail would just give them away 😭😭

They really were passionate about their job to rehabilitate demons but were VERY unprepared to deal with someone like Vega.

-Canopus

So Canopus is a star in the Argo Navis Constellation. That specific constellation is right next to the one that Avior’s namesake is apart of!!

I did that cause they’re both inchoates and I also hc that avior was warden’s steward hehehe

I basically hc most of the same things for this version of warden, I really just wanted to do a different horn design and colors and accidentally spawned a completely different design lolol

Lmk which one is ur fav 👁👁

[ryoko-san]

It's fun to draw swap! Avior's tibbies lol

Vindemiatior's just– staring 👁️👁️

[piffany666]

(I came up with this and now im making it everyone's problem)

Back when warden was working for the department and vega was their "patient"

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Warden: Epiphany. By Inchoate.....W. I was not expecting this, this was so much more, you have stayed the hungry hunters, you have locked deaths door. For all your skulking, slinking, sneering, for all I was...fearing. I was not expecting this. For you to step into the light and reveal yourself. I see you. I see the lamb you hide under the wolfs skin i was- ahh!

Cutie: warden! What are you up to?

Warden: haha!...umm nothing! Notes! J-just umm going over some of our little friends downstairs' notes! C-can i help you?

Cutie: i thought id see how being isolated from everyone else in the department is treating you

Warden: oh? Thats...thats kind (?) Of you

Cutie: anything on your mind?

Warden: oh plenty; dealing with the fact that the place i work for imprisons my own kind, vega being....vega you know the usual. I was actually thinking about visiting aria but well...work and plus somtimes the d(a)emons there can be a bit-

Cutie: yeah thats great, anything els?

Warden: what...?

Cutie: oh come off it warden, i saw you in the brake room the other day

Warden: how do you mean...?

Cutie: look, every day we get thrown with the next mortal terror to deal with, were always being brushed off our feet! The other day me and sweetheart where stressing out about the next big disaster and you could hardly be bothered by any of it, you where just there, staring wistfully off into space while running your finger around the rim of your mug!

Warden: i was.....detracted

Cutie: you like somone!

Warden: WHA- I! T-thats! I-i mean i-i really don-

Cutie: called it! Sweetheart owes me a 5ver! So~ who is it~?

Warden: i dont have to tell you anything!

Cutie: is it the head of the department?! I know youve been talking about them a lot lately

Warden: i-is this an interrogation now?!

Cutie: so it IS the head of the department!

Warden: i-its no! I-its not the head of the department!

Cutie: alright alright! Were getting somewhere! I-its not agent is it? (Agent from the audio "a matter of urgenc" - the one with the southern accent) oh warden you could do better better i mean did you see what he was wearing the other day?

Warden: i-its not agent and I don't want to do this! OK? Now if you could just let me-

Cutie: sweethearts taken but that doesn't necessarily mean it's NOT sweetheart~

Warden: NO NO

Cutie: wait are you being so dodgy about this because it's one of us?

Warden:.....

Cutie: laughs* IS it sweetheart? Is it!?

Warden: I'm literally begging you....

Cutie: realises* alright fine fine have it your way keep you precious secrets but between you and me can I at least offer you a bit of advice?

Warden: I get the feeling you're going to anyway

Cutie: look nobody's going to notice you if you don't notice yourself first

Warden:.....what?

Cutie: OK look that came out wrong but what meant is take care of yourself because I know you Warden you will give yourself away until there's nothing left of you to love

Warden:......thats not fair.

Cutie: oh its true and you know it.

Warden:....maybe

Cutie: look I'm telling you this as a friend just think about it OK? Whoever this is they'll see how great you are not because of what you have to give away but because of where you stand firm and after all of Well whatever the hells been happening here you deserve something for yourself

Warden: hey that- that really means a lot thanks i- I will think about it

Cutie: good alright well I'm gonna head out

Warden: take care of yourself too

Cutue: Always do~ pew! pew!

Warden:....right where was I? Oh yeah yeah OK.

I was not expecting this for the sharp pain of jaws to give way to you-

OH MY GOD CUTIE! NORMAL PEOPLE KNOCK! NORMAL PEOPLE KNOCK!

Cutie: Sorry, sorry! Hey... it's not me, is it~

Warden: Oh would you stop!?

Cutie: cos if it is you know~....dance cards open~

Warden: just go away! Just go away!

Cutie: just putting it out there! Alright, alright.

[moon-blanket]

Going insane about the last two videos !!! What is happening right now !!!!!

Avior being able to see Starlight's home for the first time in person-- the both of them trying to take the little victories where they can get them considering all that's stacked against them :(((

And yet the Ear-Ringing continues.

But it's nice to learn a little more about Inchoate Demon feeding needs !!

"My Starlight, so determined and so beautiful. Both for those things, and separate from them. In every hell we find ourselves, you're heaven to me." I'M GOING. TO SCREAM. God what is with Redacted Characters and being so Poetic. This is beautiful. Starlight is his Home now, i'm falling to the floor.

Their cute moment getting interrupted by more Ringing :(( and RUMBLING ??? Oh god, it's actively getting Worse. A VOICE ? He feels nauseous even though D(a)emons can't get sick.

VOICE DISTORTING ??? Oh god it sounds a little like Hush. and it Keeps sounding like the time Hush used his powers in the First Video. is Hush trying to reach out to Avior ? And not Starlight ?

Is Hush the Sovereign's way of communicating with the Outside World ?

Avior asking to be held before he goes to Aria to try and figure out what's wrong :((((( Poor guy. HIS VOICE DISTORTING WHEN HE THANKS THEM ??? Hey. Hey that's Scary.

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Hello Blake. We're back in the fucking Building again. Already i notice that his Symbol is Different. Also looks like Hush's ??? This is getting Ominous now !!

"We're done here" Is... Is he letting Sunshine go ? OH MY GOD HE'S LETTING SUNSHINE GO ?

oh GOD he's wiping their memory. Oh but memories of Elliot still remain. Thank God. SCORPIOUS MENTION YIPPEE !!!!

"I'm going direct to the Source." WHAT does this mean. Is he going to the Sovereigns ? How is that possible ?

HE'S GOING INTO THE SHADE ROOM ?????? "I'm doing this for You. All of this. For you. You'll be Happy. You'll be safe...." ??? WHAT ????? HE JUST LETS THE SHADE GET HIM ??? WHAT ???? HE'S FUCKING DEAD ????????

BRACHIUM ???? THE SOVEREIGNS WANT HIM PASSED TO THEM ??? THAT'S THE DEAL HE MUST OBEY ??? WHY ARE WE GETTING SO LOUD RIGHT NOW.

Oh my god, Blake actually made it to the Sovereigns. He actually did it.

"I've been expecting you." A Singular voice ?? I assume it must be a Sovereign, but aren't they all fused together at this point ? Did they manage to split apart for just this One instance, or is this something else entirely ?

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So now it's my turn to ballpark theories.

Hush, Blake, and Avior are mostly likely bound together in Some way. Maybe. I have Two (and a Half) Ideas:

1-- Hush is somehow reaching out to Avior, or they're Linked some way. Every time Hush uses his powers, Avior hears/feels it. And because it seems like people are hunting Hush so frequently, he has to use his powers more and more often-- which in turn makes it worse for Avior.

2-- Blake could be Hush, sure. I like this idea. Very interesting twist. He is obviously crazy enough to go to the Sovereigns, maybe this IS his "Deal with the Devil" situation. And they're using him for whatever purposes-- probably Freeing Them.

Maybe Doc stirs up the old residual feelings he had for Bestie in his past life, which is why he feels the way he does about them. Or maybe Doc IS Bestie-- we never got confirmation on if they were Empowered or not. He can't save them as Blake, but he can save them as Hush.

2.5-- Blake OR Avior could be Hush's Brother, the one that Hush said is out to get him. Maybe Hush is an unwanted byproduct of the Inversion-- something the Sovereigns did not expect maybe-- and Blake/Avior is tasked with finding him and seeking him out.

OR. hear me out. Vega is Hush's Brother. Maybe. In some weird twisted way. Vega wants to go to the Sovereigns, yeah ? I wonder what's going to happen when/if he reaches them. Or Hush is just another stepping stone for him to reach the Sovereigns or something, maybe. This is probably NOT it at all lmao.

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The timeline is about to get Real Weird, Real Fast I think LMAO. BUT HEY, SUNSHINE IS GETTING OUT OF THE BASEMENT !!! WOOO !!!

Oh my god I wonder how that's going to play out with Elliot, Aaron, and Smartass. And how the Department is going to look into things going forward. What happens when they find Blake's Body in that room ? Is everyone going to be pulled into this mess now ? And we still don't know what Vega is up to right now lmao.

I'm on the edge of my seat !

[capitalisticveins]

Remembered that Warden is an Inchoate demon, imagine how they felt during Inversion if they were still in Dahlia when it happened 😰

Imagine Vega’s awkward ass weirdly and stiffly patting their head going “…there there” not knowing what the FUCK is going on

[vegafan69]

holy fuck holy fuck

vega audio spoilers and lunya reaction :3

he’s SCARED. HE’S SCARED OH MY GOSH MY LOVE I WILL TAKE AWAY ALL UR FEAR I PROMISE.

“Was I…harmful?” - the fear, the doubt, the shakiness in his voice when he asked?? oh my god?? so he is more than just a sadistic fuck who beat up a child daemon?? and he actually has a heart????WOW!!!! SO SURPRISING!!!!!!!!! WOWWWWW NEVER SEEN BEFOOOOOOOORE 😱😱😱😱😱😱

“But I never harmed you?” No my love you could never. I’d let you hurt me bby >_<

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Istg if anyone even brings up caelum after this im going to skin they mommas alive

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“There you are.” keep talking im gettign close

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the letter?? is that the letter from the obsessed tier?? holy fuck?? HOLY SHIT IM GONNA BUST IN THESE PANTS. ok vega just say ur in love with me damn 🙄

“My dearest Warden” YES YES YES IM UR DEAREST SAY IT AGAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEERRRRGRFGHHHHHHHH

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okay but listen. i was thinking

warden (this is just my interpretation and projection) actually felt something (i mean like…romantic ish? if not, intimate ish?) for vega. and since vega can pretty much read their thoughts and emotions, he did feel a fleeting … uhhh… what it called…

he did feel that fleeting something in their heart. and before hush killed him (fuck you. end yourself violently), they did have a sort of heart to heart moment. i feel like vega did feel that same something for warden, and tried to express it the best he could.

“partner” like ok just say u banged each other idk 🙄 you can bang me anytime ;))

yeah fuck you hush you had to ruin my happiness.

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imagine if they did bang in the past. warden suddenly thinking about that. and vega reads them and he’s like 😨 HAAHAHAHAHAH

no cause imagine if they like got intimate at some level (not necessarily fucking, like kissing, hugging, holding hands), and warden thinking of those times - what do you guys think vega thought? like…he did all those things with this inchoate and now he can’t even remember them. idk how to explain it but it lowk hurt aha

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the part where vega told warden to go back to dump and tell them that they were held against their will??

imperium parallel??? ERIK STILL REMEMBERS PET HOLY SHIT IM SO HAPPY

but also sad. in both universes he had to tell his listeners the same thing. the same script. that they were held hostage by a cruel sadistic demon.

NOOO I WANTED TO GO WITH YOU BABY!!! FUCK THE DEPARTMENT!!! FUCK THE IMPERIUM!!! I DEVOTED MYSELF TO YOU HOW CAN I BETRAY U LIEK THAT. NOOOOOOOOOO

It’s actually hurts me that he made his listeners tell a story that others want to believe, that he tortured them and gave them hell on earth, when that’s so far from reality. He had to paint himself that way to ensure his listeners’ safety :(((

erik im gonna jump u

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he’s too sweet. and i’m gonna love him even more.

tysm @capitalisticveins @weepingredwillow for feeding me <3

[friendlyfaded]

i assigned the redacted demons animal horns

i like animals and this kind of thing fascinates me so here are the animals i think some of the redacted demons have the horns of

(pics and descriptions under cut, tw for goats bc some goats look creepy)

gavin-eland; they’re curled like scorpius’, which follows my theory that demons of similar nature have similarly shaped horns. also, they’re elegant and pretty.

scorpius-greater kudu; i based this off of what they looked like in his thumbnail tbh

vega-springbok; like with scorpius, i based this off of appearance.

avior-anoa; i figure inchoate demons can have any variety of horns. that said, anoa horns are backwards-facing and simple. they’re practical, like avior is. so, anoa horns.

caelum-dall sheep; they’re very cute, and it seems that most of the fandom has agreed that caelum has the curled ram horns. dall sheep horns can get pretty big, but they’re small and adorable on young sheep.

regulus-bharal; they’re still ram horns, but they somehow look more dangerous to me. they’re wider and jut out more in general.

camelopardalis-tahr; they’re curved, but less so than caelum’s, which fits well with what i imagine works for daemons. idk, i felt like it fit. also, backwards-facing because cam is a lover, not a fighter.