Tag: OC

I saw someone asking about other star-related demons, and thought of this. I’m not good enough at drawing humans to draw her, but I hope the appearance description will give you a good enough image: 

Name: Ursa

Demon of: Motherhood

Rank: Spirit

Appearance: A tall woman in a long, layered silk dress and an old-timey headscarf, with a baby wrapped in a cloth on her back. Appears as the same ethnicity as the summoner’s biological mother. Has almost always a stern, judging expression

Super sayan/beastly form: A bear whose coat reflects the starry sky, with the baby as a cub clinging to her back

Symbols to summon her by: The Little Dipper, Ursa Major (the constellation), a bear, a downward pointing triangle (The Chalice) and a five-petal rose

Things to take note of: She is softer towards mothers and children. She talks to small children as if they were her own, with a smile and a soft voice (it’s the only times she smiles sincerely). Any living creature that hears her sing her lullabies will instantly falls asleep.

Baa Baa Red Sheep

Wow. So, like, I haven’t written a fic in a long time, or at least not one I was willing enough to post. I was kind of inspired by everyone’s demon OCs/Alcor’s cute demon sheep to do this one. Please, be gentle.

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The circle was shoddy. The binding spells couldn’t of event kept a minor sprite in place, let alone Alcor the Dream Bender. The candles were ‘birthday cake’ scented and wreaked of a cheap, unconvincing attempt at vanilla. The space of the room was so small that the summoner, a barely even mature girl with a rather unconvincing poker face, was nearly face to face with the demon Alcor himself, body pressed against the wall and feet so close to the edge of the circle that one step would land her inside. A bed and dressing table shared the space of the demon’s summoning circle, lines drawn carefully under the furniture, some lines already broken from earlier re-positioning of the furniture. The summons itself felt like an insult to Alcor.

“Who dares summon Alcor the Dream Bender?” He questioned, eyes crazed and brimming with golden fire. His voice distorted and echoed throughout the enclosed space. The demon was in his fully transformed state of golden brick motif on inky silhouette. 

The girl swallowed hard before looking the demon in the eye with a determined expression, leaning forward with the upper half of her body in the circle, inches away from the demon’s grinning face. “My name is Alexandra Shelton and I want you to make me a demon.”

For a few good minutes there was complete silence, other than the pounding heart and nervous heavy breathing of Alcor’s summoner. When that silence was broken it was by a shrill, manic laugh. Alcor was doubled over, gripping his sides. She wanted to be a demon! He’d had people ask for riches, for good looks, love, fame, and power; but he had never had someone absolutely demand to be made a demon. Most people would have considered her request to be a curse.

Alex’s face was a particularly deep shade of red that started and ended on each ear. The demon had been laughing for several minutes straight at her request, one she had thought long and hard on, at that! For a moment her rage outweighed her fear and she stepped completely into the circle and looked the demon in the eyes.

Oh. Alcor thought, his laughter fading but his grin still plastered on his face, ear to ear. 

Oh this girl was a new kind of stupid. With a wave of his hand he pushed the girl into the very center of the circle, knocking her off her feet. He circled around Alex, looking her up and down as if thinking of all the ways this deal could be twisted in his favor. There were so many. So many things he could ask for in return. So many ways he could twist the wording of her request to cause a terrible eternal fate for the girl. She stared ahead at a fixed place in space with her withering poker face, determined to not give under the pressure of what she had just done.

Finally Alocr stopped behind the girl and leaned over her shoulder. Alex tried not to whimper as the demon’s breath grazed her neck. “What’s in it for me?”

She swallowed hard again, summoning up the strength for her sales pitch. “M-my soul.” She stuttered. Alcor chuckled as he began circling her again, as if he were a cat merely playing with it’s prey.

“T-that’s not all.”

He stopped, again, this time directly in front of her. If his grin could widen anymore than it already was then it’d be hanging off his face. “Oh? And what are you sweetening the pot with, little lamb?”

She stood shakily and made her way over to what Alcor assumed was her bed. She sat, taking deep breaths before looking up at the demon that had followed her and was now cockily sitting atop her bedpost with his legs crossed and cheek resting in his palm. He made a hand gesture suggesting she get on with it.

“In exchange for making me into a demon, of at least medium threat, you may have my soul/eternal servitude and…” Another deep breath, “all memories of my human life. The good, bad and the ugly. I won’t remember being human, and for all I know I’ve served you since the beginning of time.”

Oh this is good. The girl’s words sent a shiver up his spine. He’d been offered memories before, quite often actually. But only pieces of memories. Relinquishing all her memories was like asking for the equivalence of death, of never being the same person ever again. It was a a heavy offer, one obviously weighted in Alcor’s favor. Unless the girl wanted to forget, which he was sure was the case. But even then, a deal that the Dreambender couldn’t refuse.

“Deal.” He extended his hand towards the girl, blue flames extending from the tips of his fingers to his wrists. Alex hesitated, looking up at the demon’s extended hand. She closed her eyes and whispered something under here breath. Alcor heard her words as “Finally, I’m free” before she reached up and took his hand in a firm grip. 

As the flames slowly engulfed her arm and made its way to the rest of her body she looked into the demon’s eyes as tears began to stream down her face. As the final bit of her body was consumed by the fire a slight smile came to her lips.

“Thank you.” she whispered. 

Alex’s body vanished and in it’s place was a red demon sheep with black barbed horns. Alcor gently pulled the sleeping sheep into the mindscape and reclined next the it, chuckling softly to himself. He ran his hands through her wool.

Around them gathered many other demon sheep, coming to inspect the newcomer. One particularly large ram asked what their new sister would be called.

“Her name is Aries, a rather fiery lamb.” He mused. “One day she might even become a powerful demon, as one day you all might, but right now she is a sleepy lamb in the servitude of Alcor the Dreambender.”

Aries baaed softly in her sleep, nuzzling the hand of her master for comfort. And so a new sheep join the herd.

ghostfiish:

people were saying in the stream that theres not enough actually evil demons, and that there should be a demon that pretends to be an angel in order to manipulate others. so here’s kushiel! for kushiel’s appearance, the summoner usually just sees what they want to see when they think of an angel: the cliche delicate, fluffy, pinkish-white exterior. the summoner’s target, however, will see kushiel’s true form hidden by the fluffy white feathers. the horns were inspired by this one post; kushiel’s horns have a very small crack, which makes it easy for many to mistake the horns for a halo. side note: i struggled really hard not to make this look like the ‘change of heart’ yugioh card but here we are.

kushiel’s summoning circle is somewhat nontraditional; there IS a traditional drawn version, but kushiel is much more commonly summoned with the circle created when clasping hands together in prayer (totally not a reference to fma what are you talking about nooope), activated with thoughts centered around desiring divine retribution against another party. kushiel loves to act as a person’s agent of punishment/revenge, and then eats their soul afterwards (while using tricky wording/mind games to deceive them into thinking they’ll be ‘sent to heaven’)

aradiamegid0:

one of my three oc’s for the really great transcendence au!

callista capitani is a demon hunter part of a poly lesbian group of demon hunters. the other two members possess magical abilities, but callista is a weapons expert and rarely goes anywhere without a sword and at least a couple dozen other weapons (mostly knives)

transgender female

italian

callista’s extremely loyal, like if you try to sacrifice in some bullshit hero move she’ll slap you in the face and find a way out. she’s a decent strategist, and doesn’t tolerate bullshit of any kind.

she keeps a lot of her emotions locked up and covered with annoyance, which leads to bottled-up rage on occasions, which clouds her judgement.

coming up: her two girlfriends, seung han and agni malakar

This turned out way longer than I anticipated (I got the Dragon speech software!), so new headcanon under the read more!

Introducing another new OC who befriends Dipper.

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Okay so basically sometime long after Mabel’s death, possibly even after Cassie’s, Dipper comes across a young boy (probably around 12) in a local orphanage – I like the name Micheal – who has a higher density of magic around him, and finds out he’s one of the few humans whose gifted with the Sight (able to see many forms of supernatural creatures otherwise invisible to normal humans). Because of this, he’s obviously a loner and has a hard time making friends with anyone when everyone around him thinks he’s creepy.

Having his soft spot for kids, and feeling partially responsible for the boys predicament (seeing as it was sort of his fault the Transcendence happened in the first place), he disguises himself as a normal human boy of around the same age and approaches him. They quickly become friends, after Dipper only sort of lies and tells Michael he was gifted with the Sight as well.

Michael ends up being a lot like him in many ways, having been an outcast for so long – he’s cautiously interested in the supernatural (thought it also terrifies him more than most people, and is a source of anxiety for him), adores reading, and loves doing all sorts of little games and puzzles. They stay friends for about a year or two, before Michael gets adopted by a couple who is unfazed by his odd behavior when it comes to being gifted with the Sight; it’s a godsend for him, finding parents who accept him for who he is (it’s very likely this is the reason why he was abandoned in the first place)… But they would be moving out of state, and away from the one friend and confidant Michael is ever had. While his parents might be understanding, they cannot truly sympathize with his plight and would be a poor substitute in comparison to Dipper. He’s terrified that wherever he will go, he will be bullied just like at the orphanage, and have no one to turn to for comfort or advice. Telephone calls and instant messaging can only hope so much.

Against his better judgment, after seeing Michael downright mourn the move for over a week, Dipper ends up giving him a parting gift – an envelope, which he makes Michael promise not to open until he’s completely settled in his new home. Dipper ends up leaving with a cryptic message, “I can be there for you, but only if you want me to.” Michael figures the envelope has a phone number and email, or something of the like. It doesn’t offer him much solace, but he’s anxious to open it regardless.

More than a full day after, Michael has just about settled into his new suburban home, and pulls out the envelope that Dipper gave him earlier.

The contents damn near send him into a panic attack.

It’s a piece of black folded paper with the demonic summoning circle inscribed in gold; and if that wasn’t enough the center symbol was unmistakable. It was Alcor’s symbol. Even someone who isn’t well-versed in the supernatural could identify that.

Michael goes through a couple stages pretty quickly; at first he thinks it’s a sick joke, but then quickly begins to wonder if perhaps Dipper had some sort of grudge against him and wanted to see him perish. But he simply couldn’t believe that, not after being so close for so long. Even after leaving the contents of the envelope hidden away in his desk for a few days, he couldn’t bring himself to imagine that his dearest friend would ever wish something like that upon him.

So despite every ounce of common sense screaming at him not to, nearly 2 weeks after his move, he hesitantly starts looking up information about Alcor. There isn’t anything that stands out to him in particular (only things to fuel more nightmares)… but Dipper couldn’t have possibly meant for him to actually use the summoning circle, could he?

In a surge of desperation, that’s exactly what Michael does; even though his heart nearly stops once he completes the incantation and remembers that summoning a demon without a clear goal in mind is a death sentence. But when the shadows and miasma clear, his gaze is met with unfamiliar, terrifying eyes on an achingly familiar (if not a bit older) face… And a gentle, melancholy smile.

It would take quite a long time for Michael to come to terms with the fact that the friend he thought he knew for over a year was in fact the most powerful entity in existence- he’s far more skittish than Cassie, Henry, or anyone Dipper ever intimately knew. But he does eventually come around, reciprocating the friendship they once had after a few tense months and a couple more summons.

At this point, since Dipper is more powerful, he’s able to lend a hand far more often without the need of a contract. Which is good, because Michael hardly, if ever, engages in those (but does often need some help, especially when it comes to his anxiety). The few times he does, he’s incredibly desperate, unable to hide the latent fear he still holds for Alcor, and the miniscule possibility that he’d try to harm him in a deal.