#demon stuff

His jaw splits in half because he's not a normal skeleton, he's a skeletal demon. Which is just a hybred of a skeleton, and a demon.

Now in nature, demons eat skeletons for magical energy, which means theyd have to be able to fit a lot in their mouths.

Diavolo (OM) x Reader (GN)  EXPLICIT (Tags): Size difference, magical cock, shapeshifting, double dicks, alternative ways of stimulation, demon fucking Words: 993

Urgently cus I desperately wanna draw that floofy idiot and have little to no ideas

Yknow what if Aziraphale just has immense trauma because of heaven? What if his natural instinct is to do good? What if he feels like he hates himself and everything so fucking much because of liking Crowley and liking the kiss so much because it’s ‘unholy’ or something, and not something good an angel should do? What if he believes that even though it’s all lies? What if he thinks that going back to heaven will make him feel better because he’s so fucking tired of being told what’s right and what’s wrong, and who he can love and who he can’t love- of what he should and shouldn’t do. So traumatized and emotionally exhausted after everything. Shocked by the kiss because it was so sudden instead of a simple gesture like hand holding, a hug, or just talking. What if he’s just tired of it all? What if he just wants to see Crowley happy again like he was when he was an angel?

What if Aziraphale wants to be happy again without feeling such disgusting guilt inside, and hating himself for it? He loves everyone so much, and doesn’t make room for himself.

Yknow? What if he’s just scared?

The coffee theory is kinda eh. I only might like it to think azira doesn’t feel or think any of this when he surely does.

Ooooh, okay! I say Upper Moon Mitsuri because that one is much cooler! Interesting fact: Shitsuren, according to Google Translate, means Heartbreak in Japanese

Kanroji Mitsuri

“Kaaaawww! A Upper Moon has been found! Kaaww!” Your crow called out from above, hidden by the dark beauty of the night as you ran at your top speed to follow the intelligent bird. She was leading you to the location of the demon and luckily, you were the nearest Hashira.

Though, ‘Upper Moon’ frightened you as Upper Moons were beyond your strength level but at the same time, you were ready to sacrifice your life to save Japan for good

Arriving in a dark, misty forest where nothing seemed lived in, you pasted the village but yet, you were confused by the lack of living breathing beings. Nothing was in this forest; no chirping of birds, no human screaming

It was rather eerie as you slowed down your running and beginning to walk with your katana flaring upwards as a warning to any nearby demons that you mean business. A rather elegant female voice harmonised through the air like the trees were the ones making that noise, out of nowhere

A stream of see-through fabric flowed past your sight as you hopped back in instinct. It was dead quiet for quite some time whilst you looked around for any signs of demons. Now something has finally come out and it all came crashing down, you were rather nervous but you flipped on your bravery

Preparing yourself and raising up your katana to strike, you stopped in place entirely and whipped your head around to find the demon, why waste your energy until you can actually start the fight. Traces of the demon was very faint so you had to carefully try track it down. The silence enveloped you, your intensity fading slowly until your body jolted up at the feeling of sharp drags on your thighs

A pair of claws ran up your skin, touching your thigh-high socks. You immediately swung your katana down with a deep breath, effectively cutting those hands clean off and jumping back in sync to finally see the demon. Your eyes sparkled in shock at the sight before you, you didn’t need to find the demon yourself, it came to you

The demon was bizarrely beautiful. Bright pink hair fading to lime green with three long braids, lime green eyes with the Kanji of “Upper Eight”, a pretty pink kimono with a open slit at her thighs, a light green haori with that same see-through fabric at the ends, a pair of green thigh-highs with a thick navy blue stripe at the top. She looked rather human, she could easily come off as one if you didn’t have the ability to sense her demonic nature

“Oh my~ Tell me, what’s your name~” The Upper Moon suddenly chirped once her hands regenerated in a mere blink, clapping her new hands together in a act of innocence and kindness. You gripped your katana handle tighter and bit on your lip for a few seconds to steady yourself. Rather she be beautiful or not, she’s a demon. A monster, a killer and she was most likely trying to seduce you into lowering your guard

“… Myōji Dokusha” You answer firmly and somewhat reluctant as the demon chirped pleased, closing her eyes with a smile once she heard your name. You didn’t sense any hostility or aggression coming off her figure but you couldn’t let your guard down, she can easily trick you and lure you into a trap. “Call me Shitsuren!”

The uncomfortable silence was diced apart when Shitsuren begun cooing cheerfully, disappearing the second you blink and reappearing behind you. Her arms circled around your collarbone and a hand grazed down your hair in a rather enticing manner for a demonic creature like her, her eyes glowed predatory-like.

“Dokusha. What a gorgeous name~” Shitsuren’s silky voice radiated positivity, showing off her clean snowy white fangs through her smile as she leant her head on your shoulder. She was playing with you, the bitch. You hissed angrily in your head, planting your zori sandal down on the floor stably

You rose your arms to begin swinging as fast as humanely possible but Shitsuren moved much faster than you ever could, karate chopping the flesh of your neck hard enough to trigger a knockout. Her twisted sweet smile didn’t fade as your vision darkened quickly and your body fell limply into her arms, your sword jumping away on clinks

Shitsuren rolled her tongue excitedly, standing up with you tucked in her arms comfortably after seconds of readjusting you to lay bridal style up against her chest before she stomps on your katana full force, breaking it into pieces. Walking forward, such disgusting sweetness poured from her whilst the delicious smell of human blood wafted past her nostrils

An illustration done mostly in shades of gray and pencils.

A tattooed woman in a midriff says, “…and SHE was like, get the manager. Can you believe it? Rude!”

She’s speaking to her companion, who is some kind of unknowable mass of sapien and bird bones, chest exposing its ribs and pink-tinged heart, as nonsense sounds spill from its frightful mouth. “Sliiish xinjer aguda rabba ketek enoxitxxek ijya—“

As if she understands, the woman says, “Oh haha, no, it’s okay. Her family would probably miss her if she got devoured by depthless insanity. And I didn’t get her name. You’re so sweet to offer, mom. <3”

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