#Demonic Mutt

[c0rpsep4rty]

maybe my complicated relationship with catholicism is why i want a demon to fuck me with his tail and mark me with his claws

or idk maybe i just like monster cock who knows

[tuensartpages]

[ update !! ]

new tanzen fic FINALLY up!! pls read the authors note and tags, but other than that hope you guys enjoy!! 🎴⚡️

#tanzen #zentan

[femboyhorror]

doodle dump of random assortment of characters!!! in order...

angel lenore: i haven't been drawing them as much but they're an old self insert of mine. made this drawing of them a while back but never posted it.

anise: even older gf self insert! this one was from back in like 2019/2020! back when i used to self ship w/ luigi. gave their design a bit of an update here w/ short sleeves and earrings and combining the older hair design with the emo bangs i gave him later on.

marvin: wanted to try and make a lamb fursona. came out w/ this lad, a candy themed demon lamb! their design is inspired somewhat by the collector from toh and spinel from su.

theta: an older fursona i made a while back. finally went over and gave them a more detailed design here. still need to make a proper full piece with xem!

dolores: a new oc i'm still trying to figure out the details of.

[chilapis]

i see many a post about love languages; people detailing how they love and love and love. but i never see any posts of how people long to be loved; i think that ought to be changed.

i don’t think i care to be loved with words or to be treated as a muse. creation is a symbol of civility & i have never wished to be loved with such. my civility imprisons me and i think myself as a caged bird, held by bars of etiquette and reddened formality. i wish to be loved freely and without care; i wish to be loved vulnerably. i yearn to be loved like catharsis. i imagine myself not as bruised, but stabbed. the knife is still inside, and it pains me, but it’s one with me and it keeps me from bleeding. i wish to be loved & bandaged but first i crave the weapon’s cruel absence; foreign yet necessary. this is what i mean by catharsis. i wish to be allowed to bleed, to spray the holy white of a saviour’s clothes with my crimson. not with sin or filth but with a piercing affection and gratitude.

i wish not to be made an idol placed on a pedestal for my place is not as a muse and i do not wish to be regarded as one. i am not heaven and i am not in the sky. i am the earth and the sea and i am immense and i am volatile. i want a love with claws and teeth and tears and pleas. i want to be loved animalistically and overwhelmingly. i want a love that suffocates; drowning in sweet honey is drowning nonetheless. i wish for a love not fragrant of fresh flowers and fruit but of iron and burning wood. i crave an affection reminiscent not of the blinding rays of sunlight or the smell of old books, but of the comforting depth inside when i close my eyes, a depth that’s personal to me and myself alone, unseen by others, unknown by others.

i do not want to be loved through polite formalities or sweet nothings laced with an empty softness. i can only be loved through a scorching scarlet. grace me with the warmth of your arms and leave me alone not for a second, for i may crumble and disappear forevermore if left with no anchor to hold onto. if i am to be a caged bird than i’d rather my bars be the teeth of a wolf carrying its prey by the neck.

[sparkles-and-trash]

She’s baaaack 😈

[edd-noles]

Lucy how does it feel to know that Edd and Tom are dating now lmao

Don't call me Lucy, and honestly it's kind of bittersweet, to see that Edd thought he was too good for me and then ended up settling for an alcoholic mutt

Hey! that's not what happened at all, and don't talk about tom like that jerk

[thekantoart]

Wolf Concepts

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[onimaji]

@regensia has encounter an Oni!

Majima's brows furrowed, lips down turning just slightly.

Human food, huh? Yikes.

"Can't say 'm much of a steak eater, but ya won far and square, so I guess ya got yerself a free meal on my tab," Majima replied, surprised considering that he hadn't been able to see what had been going on. Now, that shouldn't have been fair, but he'd managed to win either way--twice, in fact, to satisfy Majima's own conscience too. "Anyway, name yer place and let's get goin' haw?"

What he didn't understand now though, was how he'd managed to do that in the first damn place. It had to be some sort of luck--something like that. Nothing else made sense.

[jaakunxkaze]

{Like I said in my tags in my Phantom of the Opera verse for Kotaro and the crew, when Tsubaki first heard rumours of the Opera Ghost she wasn't scared but mildly curious but more fascinated about it. If she were to ever encounter them while she is alone in the opera house at night she would be 100% curious and still fascinated by them. Hearing the voice is anything thing though; she would describe it as "a melancholic melody that a nightingale sings. Enchanting yet hauntingly beautiful."}

[lurkiestvoid]

she's a wolf. she's a stray mutt. she's a goddess. she digs up your turnips. she is literally The Sun. she likes boobs. she is herself reincarnated. she is judging you. she ate your lunch. she is blessing you. she is howling. she is feeding your cat. she is shredding demons. she is taking a nap. she sprouts flowers in her wake. she will smack you with a tree. she wields the elements with a paintbrush. she glows. she's a menace. she fished the moon out of a lake. she revitalized your crops. she's headbutting you. she's feeding the birds. she's beautiful and she is fresh out of retirement

[snuffgurll]

killer fish from san diego

[femboyhorror]

🌈🌙🌌

the updated version of my sona ref sheet i've been meaning to make but haven't gotten around to until yesterday :3c ( he/it/they pronouns! )

[acmeoop]

Originally Ravage

Ma-Mutt - Thundercats (LJN)

[yanderenightmare]

ooooh what kinda mythic creatures are the jjk boys?

Gojo, Sukuna, Toji

TW: implied noncon, yandere, the supernatural?

gn reader

Gojo Satoru Hybrid between angel and human

His hair is pearlescent and so are his wings—soft feathers, sharper than blades when he wants them to be. His halo can only be spotted when the sun shines extra bright—like a ring of stardust slowly orbiting his crown.

He doesn’t know his parents, nor which one of them was the angel. But it’s not something he cares much about. People call him Icarus, and he tries to live up to it the way he drowns himself in another’s embrace every new night—never the same one.

Never the same one until you. Another hybrid. No part of Angel, though…

He falls in love with it—all of it—the points of your teeth, the tiny horns that protrude from your hairline, the slim tail adorned with that pretty arrowhead, and the equally sharp look in your eyes as you glare at him with disgust.

He wants to know more. Do have markings in unseen places? How far does your tongue stretch, and is it split down the middle like with a snake? Is it venomous? Is it sweet? Does your skin burn to the touch like the sun does when he flies too close? Or will it be warm and soft and pliable?

He and his angel eyes freak you out. You advise him to leave you alone, the point of your tail threatening to slice his throat open. You’ve been shunned enough by humans—you don’t need to add a snooty angel boy to the fray. 

But then he calls you beautiful. And no one’s called you beautiful before.

Ryomen Sukuna Hellhound

The few times humans have dared try to tame him have all been devasting days of fire and death. Silly humans, thinking they can make him do his bidding like another mutt on a leash—he’ll make them all burn.

But then there’s you. You’re not like the other humans. You don’t come to him with any intention of collaring him. Instead, you have your hands folded together in prayer—sweet scripture leaves your lips, soothing his singed skin until it stops burning.

You wear holy robes and a kind smile on your face, you don’t avert your eyes even as he glares at you with the embers in his own, even as he growls and bares teeth. You don’t ignore him when he speaks, either, even when his tongue comes out split through the middle and all his words reek of smoke. You bathe him in holy water and rinse the soot out of his fur—telling him he’s a good boy.

He feels no desire to bite your hand as you pet his head and stroke his ears—he just ends up wagging his tail. But then again… he is still a hellhound. And you should know better than to feed monsters in the dark…

He leaves his room in the chapel and sniffs yours out—nothing, not even so much as a seal on your door to keep him out. You have too much faith. Your door creaks open, but you remain peacefully asleep—all soft snores as he mounts you with drool dripping down his canines…

Fushiguro Toji Hunter

Rumor has it that something far worse than ogres and trolls travel the forest. Beware of the hunter—all you little nymphs, fauns, and fairies. Some say he’ll stuff you in a bag and sell you, while others argue it’s his appetite that makes him hunt—some even mean it’s just for sport, that he’ll kill and stuff you and mount your head on the wall.

You, a poor forest nymph, are unfortunate enough to get yourself caught in one of his nets. You’re a crying little mess by the time he comes around—begging him not to sell or eat or skin or harvest your wings, barely breathing between the words.

He chuckles and promises you he won’t do any of that stuff, but the smile on his face is enough to convince you he’s possessed by some sort of demon. And as he hauls you up on his shoulder and starts carrying you further into those places you’ve never dared venture, into the thicker parts of the forest where the trees all seem riddled with some type of disease—you can’t help but believe all those rumors you’d heard.

He tells you that his snares and nets are meant for rodents and that he didn’t think fae-folk were dumb enough to get themselves caught by them as he starts cutting into the net to free you—only, he doesn’t stop at the net—but goes for your slik garb next. Whistling as he bares your pretty skin while pinning your small wrists above you in one meaty hand.

His grin is sharper than his knife when he advises you not to struggle, saying he would feel awful if he were to accidentally cut you.

♡ Nanami, Fushiguro, Naoya ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist