#-human its a demon eating a human

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: cannibal

[termagax]

a wizard and his gross familiar

[mars-ipan]

do you guys think aziraphale heard the myth of prometheus for the first time and lost his mind a little

[mercless]

🗡 mad cowboy disease....

[voidimp]

cant believe ive made furry au AND college au of characters that are all technically in an au of what they were originally created for but now the things they were originally created for are the aus instead

[milkywayscap-blog]

A demon king will die but not his ideals

Ketsueki: The oldest triplet

Shi: The middle triplet

Kiba: The youngest triplet

Ketsueki sighs as their hands are hidden behind their back. They glare down at the human in front of them, "I thought I asked you to bring me a blue spiderlily?" They pouted and the human apologized, "I'm sorry darling, I just couldn't find one... I mean it's almost like-..." The human didn't even get to finish his sentence when Shi sliced his head off with little remorse. "Stop playing with your food," Shi huffed as they licked the blood from her hands. "If you won't finish off the boy toy I wouldn't mind," Shi grins as they look at Ketsueki, "Don't even think about it you imbecile," They huff as they walk over to the severed head. The neck poured blood as the eyes of the human's head moved for just a few seconds more before seeing the inside of Ketsueki's throat. "Kiba better have produced results or we'll have to deal with this issue quicker than expected." "Oh don't worry your pretty little head, Kets. You're pretty enough to get another gullible human to drool over the prospect of earning you, they're not that hard to impress anyways." Shi grins as she walks to her sibling, "Plus Kiba's still out doing work in the north, the mountains need to be checked and they're perfect for the job."

It is quite surprising to think that the king of demons was able to produce not just one or two, but three children. Ketsueki, the eldest of the three, has inherited more of Muzan's looks but has Kokushibo's personality and aura. Shi, the middle child, has inherited more of Kokushibo's looks, yet possesses the menacing air of Muzan to an almost eerie perfection. Lastly, Kiba, the youngest of the three, is an almost perfect combination of the two demons, but their aura is difficult to place, almost as if it is nonexistent except for in battle.

[pikkish]

If you could eat any demon from Doom(any of the games) without the probable adverse effects what one would you eat.

Personally I’d probably try pinky or the Icon. Pinky because I feel like it’d be not that bad, and I wanna know what the Icon tastes like.

Probably a pinky or a caco, tbh. The thought of eating any of the more humanoid ones would make me vaguely uncomfortable, especially since iirc 2016's codices imply that a lot of the bigger demons are apparently pretty intelligent

[comfymoth]

me: okay. i’ve made two werewolf aus already. four if you count my inactive dsmp werewolf aus, and six or seven if you count every individual version of the opq werewolf au on top of that. so, really, i think that’s enough

qcellbit last night: “why did they make me into a monster?”

me:

[strengthofmayhem]

Wait, what if Sanctus recognizes Vergil? Since they kinda met in one of the DMC novels.

jklfdsajfkls i feel like its fairly IC for vergil to generally dismiss the order as a serious threat to his safety (or neros-- certainly, he wouldn't have continued to leave nero *here* if he actually took them seriously so for logistics purposes...) even after the arkham fiasco. to be fair i don't think the scope of just how low they're willing to sink would be super apparent without looking directly at them. and really he doesn't care enough. whoops!

anyway even though he's skulking on the ostensible down low i think he's probably not been so careful as to not make it super obvious a) that he's skulking around and b) who nero is to him if you're looking for it.

[ananke-xiii]

cas practising (en/forced) exo-/endo-cannibalism will always be important to me.

[worldsonlylevifan]

considering the fact that there are no formal laws in the devildom there would be nothing stopping me from killing and eating a low level demon. the brothers come home one day and im hunched over on the kitchen floor just snacking away on some Little D or whatever. they have to keep me on a childs leash when i get understimulated because otherwise im killing and eating everything in sight

[froggomcdoo]

you ever read a work of fiction so good that you immediately need to find more and consume it but it doesn't have any more and there will likely be no more so you just suffer and think what if.

[waywardsalt]

i made this a few months ago for a discord and i figured i might as well share it here too

[laufxsons]

Finally a WIP that made it out of development hell. In honour of late Good Omens Eve have a study/redraw of our favourite snazzy snake.

[bitchfitch]

tbh i think i finally cracked a nut I've been teething in for a while.

For the story to work Pavo has to be Far more eager to radically change his relationship to Esti than I think a man as stubborn as him would be. He's practically raised Esti and has trained him in everything Pavo Could train him in. For over a decade Esti has been such a fixture in his life that people are surprised to see one of them without the other if there's not a Really good reason for them to be apart.

And the cracking came because like. Pavo is not a man who can handle nuance well. He needs things to be emotionally simple and uncomplicated and to fit neatly into his hyper-toxic masculinity poisoned view on reality. Things that don't fit are to be destroyed discarded or broken down until they do.

His relationship with Esti Was simple. Of course a mentor would be proud of their apprentice and want boast about them at every turn and to spend as much time with them as possible. Of course they would want to push themselves to be a better example for them and to protect them from everything and to devote a massive amount of time and thought to them.

Even if Pavo would never admit it, not even to himself, he loved Esti like a son. And that was easy when Esti was still a child.

Esti grew up. He needed Pavo less and less as he became more independent and a man of his own.

And that terrified Pavo in a way he would never be able to put to words. Esti wasn't his son. He was his apprentice. there would be a day they'd have to say goodbye and even if Esti Swore he would visit. Why would he? They didn't share blood. Esti had no reason to butter him up for an inheritance. No younger siblings to come be a roll model for. Why would a grown man spend time with another man when there was nothing in it for him? Pavo would never admit how much being alone scared him. He'd been Fine alone before Esti. He'd be fine again.

Why would he want to see Esti again anyways? He taught him everything he could. Esti had been a chore. Pavo should be happy to soon be free of the responsibility of raising another man's kid.

He told himself that but he still wasn't. and for a guy so scared of his own feelings that was unacceptable. It was too complicated.

And then the party came around. The last birthday Esti would celebrate in this village, and the first one Pavo would celebrate with him. Pavo had always tried to make sure Esti had a life beyond his training, friends and acquaintances and those he would get sweet on from time to time. People he could spend time with and celebrate alongside. So Pavo had never been to give him a space free of his mentor.

The night went well, Esti lost a lot of his nerves the further into a bottle he got. All that doubt just spilling off him. Pavo had never seen him properly drunk, only ever the hangovers after. He'd rarely seen him so unconcerned and happy and open with his thoughts. Impulsive instead of constantly wrapped up in a knot of indecision.

Esti would be leaving in a weeks time. Pavo waited for the clock to strike midnight to congratulate him on becoming a man. he'd been an adult for years, but not a man so long as he lived under his mentor's wing.

Esti had stared at him, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. And then Esti was in his lap. Gangly legs either side of Pavos and thin but still strong arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. Kissing him like they were too long separated lovers.

And that was it. That was what Pavo needed when his heart was aching. not necessarily the kiss, but the closeness and touch and Esti there with him and not leaving him behind. He hadn't really ever thought of his apprentice in a sexual light. the odd intruding thought but nothing he ever actually considered acting on.

But now. Now it was a way to twist and recontextualize things. It was a reason to cling to Esti and hold him close and keep him and never have to say goodbye. It fit right in with Pavo's view of the world. He was strong, and despite everything Pavo had done to train and teach, Esti was still so very weak. He always would be because of his half blooded nature. He was weak, Pavo was strong. The strong protect the weak, the weak serve and thank the strong.

This was how Pavo would justify refusing to let Esti leave and clinging to him for as long as possible.

[ask-nezuko-kamado-kny]

Nezuko, you want to eat some mochi with me?

*holds a carton of cherry, strawberry and mango mochi's*

* She smiled, She loves mochi! She hadn't ate anything Today, either. *

“ Of course I do! ”

* She said happily, Looking up at Oreo. *