ʚ About Me ɞ

  • name: Ella Lunaire [she/her]

  • age appearance: in her 20s

  • personality: charming, enchanting, brat, sarcastic, Certified Yapper™

  • likes: cats, cute things, cinnamoroll, pink, purple, pastels, coffee, flirting with friends, Sanrio, being a brat sometimes, peppermint hot chocolate

  • dislikes: being overly sexualized without permission, rude people, ignorance, being told no

  • currently obsessed with: infinity nikki, valorant, art, the sims 2/3/4, story games

ʚ References ɞ

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ʚ Alternate Forms ɞ

  • A shapeshifting succubus with a spellbook in one hand and endless stardust in the other. This is one of many forms. "I'll bewitch your brain, not just your heart."

  • A cuddly cosmic succubus in magical girl form. She sparkles pink, has purple spells, and paws with power. With her bear familiar by her side, she’s here to charm, not devour. "Hug first, hex later!" ~

  • A twilight wanderer cloaked in stars and moonlight, weaving wonder through every word and wisp. Succubus? Technically. Celestial Kitsune? She is now! ✨ "Follow my tail to unravel the truth" ~

ʚ Lore ɞ

In the realm between shadows and the unknown. There lies a domain that uses desire as currency. It is said to breed predators of the dark and birth temptation. A place often talked about, yet unreachable by the ordinary.This is where Ella Lunaire’s story begins.A succubus, yes—but not like the ones you’ve heard about in old folklore and songs. While others were bound by hunger, desire, or instinct, she simply… existed. Light-hearted. Curious. and quite peculiar. She wandered through worlds with an open heart and soft gaze, unintentionally enchanting everyone she met along the way.People often mistook her kindness for something more. A tilt of her head, a warm word, a passing smile—and before anyone could notice, they could swear they were in love. Over time, she stopped correcting them. It became a playful rhythm: "Ten boyfriends? Today? Perhaps. Tomorrow? Maybe more? We’ll see." But no one knew, only one held the title that mattered, though. (Not that anyone actually believed this.) The rest? Fleeting stars—bright, and burning, but not hers to keep.Beneath this dance of affection & desire, Ella felt... different. Always. There was an ache inside her that she couldn't explain in words. It felt like waiting for something she couldn't name.Little did she know—she was the embodiment most wouldn’t even dare to dream of. Legend has it that once every 100,000 years, a rare succubus is born not to consume, but to transform. To gather admiration, desire & even lust not as mere sustenance, but as magic—raw, unshaped energy meant to awaken something far greater than we could imagine.She was that one, like that star that lit brighter than the others in the dark sky.Her familiar, Asteria, was a shapeshifting feline born from her own shadow. Astra knew this truth, and with great knowledge comes even greater responsibility. Playful but ancient, in the unbreakable cycle of decay and rebirth. Astra watches quietly, guiding her with riddles and purring nudges toward her true potential. It is said that Astra holds the memories of all who came before—those who almost became what Ella is destined to be.And thus, both of them travel. Sometimes with direction and sometimes by fate.A succubus not driven by hunger, but by wonder. A beauty not gifted to tempt, but to enchant. Owning the ability to harness energy not with mere seduction, but through presence.Her powers bloom like constellations across her skin—sometimes subtle, sometimes radiant. She shifts her form like stardust molding itself into something beautiful. Her magic shone bright like ancient stars. And still, she keeps her heart light, her touch gentle, and her mischief soft.She is Ella, the one who playfully ranks her suitors by the value of their deeds, but never loses sight of her own truth.She does not exist to take from you.She exists to show you what you already carry deep within.And perhaps, in time, to become the myth even stars will whisper about for eons to come.