#Hope you have a great day anon!

[blametheeditor]

terms of Au

Can humans become angels,demons or monsters in some way ?

As a matter of fact, they can!

Demons can offer different deals to humans, one of those being to agree to become indebted to a demon in exchange for the human to not have their soul consumed. Those deals are few and far between, because consuming a soul is a guaranteed reward with multiple benefits, while having another demon binded to you can end with an entire onslaught of problems. Problems that include, but not limited to, the newly human turned demon getting consumed because they were too weak, resentment because souls earned will go to the one who offered the deal, getting more powerful and consuming the demon who originally offered the deal, etc. And for those reasons, Vincent is not a big fan of those types of deals.

Monsters are actually the starting point for corrupted souls who earned their place in hell without any deals with demons. Humans who committed heinous deeds get the chance to receive a place right alongside demons, though they have to prove their worth quickly, or else get consumed by a more powerful demon. It’s a harsh and cruel world down there, but it’s also a fair one, meaning every monster is told the rules before given the chance to earn their first soul. If they fail the first time, there’s a few more chances, but take too long and someone might take the opportunity to get rid of the competition. If they earn enough souls however, a monster can become a full fledged demon, something David and James are working towards.

Angel is the highest and hardest status to reach. Much like becoming a monster, a human would need to prove their worth during their lifetime to earn such an honor. Humans are inherently good and deserve a peaceful afterlife, but to become an angel are for those who rise to the challenge, who make the world better place than it had been. And only humans who earn the right to become an angel can null and void any claim a monster or demon may have over their soul.

There’s a few caveat, a few loop holes, but those are the main pathways! And, unfortunately for Fritz, none of those are available for him to take.

[anggeese]

hiii i just wanna say i enjoy seeing you on my dash and i love how much you love xiaoven cuz i also have that kind of passion and dedication towards a certain ship (different characters, still genshin) - it's hard to explain, but even though we are dedicated to different ships i feel like we are comrades. deep down we have an understanding 🤝💖

hello anon! Im ngl this brought a smile to my face 🥹 i never thought my inane xvn ramblings would actually resonate this much with someone despite having an entirely different ship. That really makes me happy 🩷

And yes, we are definitely comrades now 🤝 🤝 our intense brainrots over our respective ships makes us allies lol

[jackienautism]

It's kinda random, but I feel like here, on Tumblr, we have a small, but very comfortable part of The Devil in Me fandom (like people who like Jerin and Markate and all cool platonic dynamics too), and it'd be great to have you join it!

it's not random at all! im honestly flattered that youd love for me to join :] and im happy to hear that you're comfy w/ the little corner you've created for yourself here on tumblr... making your own Group of fans and stuff is definitely one of the best ways to curate your experience in fandom

I'LL DEFINITELY START MAKING ART AND STUFF ONCE I PLAY THE GAME!!!! :D which should be veeeeery soon! im very much looking forward to playing it hehe

[naviavu]

Ah you are back!!

Welcome even if temporary still a nice surprise!!

Oh you choose alhaitham this time!!

I honestly wanna know who is next if you have characters fic in plans!

HELLO DEAREST~! thank you so much for the warm welcome hehe

yep, i was torn between choosing haitham, itto, or zhongli for my next fic but ultimately went with haitham because 1) i can't picture itto as a yandere no matter how hard i try (unless its an au) 2) i have yet to brainstorm for zhongli (tho there are prompts in my ask about him)

so after haitham... hmmm... most likely its another genshin character (maybe zhongli!) OR i'm gonna open my ask again for headcanon prompts <33

[sphylor]

i love kitty dew and i really appreciate you keeping it sfw and safe and not inappropriate as a pet regressor myself thank you

aaa thank you for liking my kitty Dew stuff and im really glad to hear that you appreciate me keeping it sfw the last thing i want is anyone to be uncomfortable

[cactiired]

Hello same anon from before with the Lis question,

I completely understand. I’m sorry you were in a dark place during that time where you were really into Lis. I truly am. And also you don’t have to explain yourself about archiving your old works it’s YOUR art at the end of the day. I get it must me hella frustrating when people keep asking about grahamscott or any old fandom. I understand you. Lis is a special game to you, but you were just in a very dark place that it just if you get back into it, it’ll might make you feel the same way you felt when you were in it. Also I get you might feel like you’re only known for Lis art of grahamscott art, but your dnd art is honestly I prefer it. This might sound weird, but I can see in your art that you truly enjoy your art now more than you used to. So i understand the archiving. You don’t have to get back into Lis so quickly or any time soon, it’s hard to just be into a fandom for so long. And god have you been in the Lis fandom for a really really long time.

Thank you for answering my question from before and keep on drawing beautifully❤️!

Hi, again anon!

I truly appreciate this so thank you :,)

It is a bit frustrating sometimes even though I know people don't mean any harm by asking about it. I guess that's the thing with social media. What you once posted will forever haunt you lmao

I was active in the fandom for a bit over 2 years I think? It is quite a long time especially when you consider that I am just 19 years old so that is a notable portion of my life. Also with that comes the inevitable cringing at your old self especially because big changes happen during those years. Simply put, I grew up.

I genuinely feel like I was such a child back then (I mean, I was 16 when I got into LIS so legally a kid still) and a lot of stuff that appealed to me was very much connected to my situation and life experience. This includes Life is strange. I wouldn't exactly say I grew out of it because that sounds too much like implying the game is "too childish" for me now but for example, the appeal of fanon Grahamscott was very much in the angst/comfort aspect of the ship because I related to Nathan as a character at the time. Probably mostly because of my experience with mental illness and dysfunctional family dynamics. After I moved out and cut ties with some family I was finally able to start recovering and respecting myself by setting boundaries. It truly did wonders for my health and self-image. I no longer needed LIS in the same way I had before. I remember a friend saying that he knows he's doing terrible mentally whenever Nathan Prescott as a character becomes relatable and I think that rings true for me as well.

But yeah end of LIS rant. It really means a lot hearing that because I feel that way about my art now. I don't know how to explain it but something about starting playing DnD with a group of close friends of mine really re-ignited a long-lost passion for fantasy art that I had had as a young kid. It reminded me of why I started drawing in the first place. I suddenly became so fixated on my own characters and their stories that it naturally improved my art because I started consuming more and more art from other fantasy artists that inspired me. Also since I have come to the conclusion that I want to make art my career I started taking my work more seriously than I had in my fandom days. I actually started thinking about what I truly wanted from art. Not just what would get me the most likes and comments but what makes me feel content. What I want to express and depict in my art.

To me personally, there is a stark difference in my art now compared to what it was in my LIS days for example. Not just in my technical skills but also in my passion for what I do.

[serial-doubters-club]

i realized that sunrise wants cash to sessrinners

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[catastrxblues]

EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”

my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

warning // nsfw link

imagine mingyu doing this to you. like after fucking you that makes you delirious and making you squirt at the same time is 🤌🤌

link to the video

tw: dom!mingyu, sub fem!reader, squirting, multiple creampies, pussy slapping, use of the word whore, fingering, mating press, just pure filth tbh

@onlymingyus @junkissed @bitchlessdino @idyllic-ghost @strawberryya @duhnova

"Jesus fucking Christ, Gyu!"

That's what you're able to scream when your beloved whore of a boyfriend blows another load in your cunt, letting it gush out of your hole in a thick, stark white line.

Once he slips his cock out, you're violently squirting all over your ass and thighs, soaking the sex towel for the third time in a row.

"Fuck sweetie, your pussy is godly" Mingyu moans out loud, rapidly slapping the tip of his shaft over your cunt, forcing you to squirt more of your juices, your mouth spewing a string of whiny moans with each spurting of your cum.

"Babe you're cumming so hard and we've barely been fucking for what, two hours?" he taps his cock on your clit again, enjoying the way your legs are squirming.

"Two hours is t-too little for you? Are you that insatiable, Gyu?" you pant, trying to regain your composure, but your brain turns into putty when he slams his cock inside you again, writhing on the couch from sensitivity.

"I got a leave from the office today, remember? Or have I already fucked you dumb enough I've turned your brain off?" he leans over you, pressing your legs flat on your chest in mating press, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips.

Mingyu resumes his thrusts even hungrier than before, his hands keeping your legs in place, dick bullying your sweet spot over and over again.

"G-Gyu, y-you- fuck, your cock is so g-good to my pussy, shit, fuck me more!" you grip his forearms, begging him to be rougher.

"Fuck, you're gripping me like a vice, you're such a whore for me, baby" his moans come out deeper and cut-off, his pelvis slapping against your wet skin, chasing another high.

Mingyu's body stills on top of you, his thick cock filling up your pussy with another creamy load of cum, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face as he juts his hips one more time before sliding out, eyes fixated on your pussy squeezing it out again.

"I'm so obsessed with your pussy, love, you have no idea" he slides one finger inside you, thrusting it slowly to make you pump out more of his cum, "It looks even prettier when it's messy"

"A-And then you call me the w-whore" your hips lurge upwards, feeling yourself breaking down again soon.

"Me being a whore doesn't cancel out the fact that you're a whore for my dick, Y/N" he slaps your pussy once and you yelp, squirting again, almost ruining the towel underneath you.

Mingyu grasps on this opportunity and starts slapping your cunt repeatedly, the rough pads of his fingers coming in contact with your clit and outer lips four times in a row, rubbing them harshly, bending your pussy to his will and making it flood again, a fresh layer of your wet slick covering your skin.

You lay on the couch, barely able to speak and panting like you finished running on a marathon.

"You're already tired, baby?" Mingyu giggles, running his hand over his abs, palming his cock.

"What....what do you think, genius?" you run your hand through your hair, sweat forming on your forehead.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm willing to give you time to recover...." he towers over your body, leaning into your ear.

"We have all day long ahead of us and I'm nowhere near done with you and your pretty pussy."

[rosedere]

Hi!! Can i request yan azul forcing you to have relationship with him. And the darling is yuu in twisted wonderland world while she's already can't leave to her world. She's sad that she can't go to her world anymore. But still trying to survive there, but she's just not want to be in the relationship with someone.

Anyway, thank you so much if you read and make this request. I really really love your works on ao3 and really happy you active on tumblr too. Have a nice day and keep healthy 🫶

👀👀👀 ooh that’s a juicy request anon! (esp since I just finished book 3 on my main acct im rolling on the floor the yan potential Azol has <3)

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Azul was tending to the monstro lounge reports when he felt something... off.

Dropping the intricate fishbone pen, he listened to the normally bustling hallway full of chatter and dishes clanking.

"(Name) darling," he called, still looking down at the current equation for calculating how much inventory he'd need for the upcoming month.

Silence.

He peeked up to see no one in the VIP room.

You left.

You left him.

He quickly strided out of the lounge towards the kitchen.

The servers and cooks, enslaved by golden contracts, were still diligently working, stressed out, trying to fulfill the orders as they should.

But you weren't there.

His mind was racing as he began his journey to the lounge, where the loud sounds of customers chatting were heard.

The dim, soft, deep violet lights shone down on him as he scanned the restaurant.

But searching amongst the different dorm uniforms and students, you weren't there. His pearl.

But his red herring was seen when he saw the ramshackle prefects annoying talking beast sitting at the bar across from Floyd, who had an extremely annoyed expression as the small gluttonous vermit shoveled desert after desert into his small mouth.

That thing never came to the lounge.

A few seconds later, he saw your other annoying friend with his red hair bouncing up and down as he shook hands with Floyd, having an unheard discussion away from Earshot.

His competition.

He scowled, but he did notice your friend seemed extremely nervous, fidgeting, looking around the packed lounge.

Azul's eyes met your red-haired friend's, causing him to freeze in place.

He only shifted before looking uncomfortablely towards a corner of the room.

Azul followed where he was looking but could only see your hair swaying as you ran on shaky legs towards the exit to the lounge.

Your friend, realizing what he had done, only looked in worry as he ran towards the exit after you, grabbing your direbeast by the neck to its annoyance.

Azul only ran like his life depended on it as he tried to dodge the busy lounge goers in the way.

A few looked up in confusion as Azul passed by.

He suddenly ran into the chest of your tall beastman friend.

"Watch where you're going," Azul spat before trying to bypass him.

He only felt the rough hands of the beastman grab the back of his neck, slightly lifting him up.

"You watch where you're going," he growled before tossing him back towards the floor.

"Get out of my way, or I'll have you escorted out of my establishment," Azul pointed with his cane at the beastman. "I don't allow dogs in this establishment anyway," he sneered.

"Eh might as well; she should be in the mirror by now." Jack smiled down at Azul.

With anger, Azul only pushed past the beastman, causing him to growl as Azul ran down to the hallway of Octavinelle.

It felt like the hallways took forever as he finally reached the exit to Octavinelle.

You weren't anywhere near the exit, causing Azul's heart to sink. You had somehow gotten further than the last time you ran, he recalls, when he caught you late at night trying to use the exit mirror in the hall of mirrors.

He remembered grabbing your seaweed binds and taking you back to the empty dorm room you were being held in.

You were heartbroken as he led you back to your room. He knew it wasn't ideal, but he knew if he left you in his room every day, you'd be found immediately by the nosy friends you had.

It was already hard trying to get you to sign the contract to bind yourself to him; he didn't need anymore problems.

Stepping out of the mirror, he was still met with no sign of you or your annoying friends waiting outside the mirror.

"O-ow"

Azul's ears perked up at the sound of your wounded voice.

"Ah, just as I suspected, someone's been lying."

Jade approached from the heartslabyul mirror a few meters away. You dangled defeated in his arms with torn and tattered clothes, your knees, hands, and wrists with small cerated cuts on you.

Your head dangled down in defeat as Jade held your body in his arms.

"What the hell happened to her?" Azul scolded Jade.

"She's not mute; she can tell you herself what she did." Jade smiled, holding you up to present to Azul.

You only quivered, shaking in Jade's grasp, looking down pathetically.

"Where were you (name)?" Azul snarled, hitting you in the ribs with his cane.

You whimpered, only curling yourself into a ball.

"Let me guess you were going to run away with your friends away from me?" He sarcastically joked, "I thought you cried about hating them and wanting to go home."

Still looking down, you only stayed silent as he decided to harshly poke into your sides.

"Answer me (name)"

"I DONT WANT TO BE STUCK WITH YOU" you shouted, pointing at Azul.

"Im sick of being your toy; you just take me out whenever you remember I exist," you sobbed. "Just let me go; I won't tell anyone about what you did to me or be around Octavinelle anymore."

Azul only looked in disbelief, as if you had grown three heads.

"Im serious, you can have Ramshackle; I'll go live in another dorm if I have to," you cried loudly in the echoing hall.

Azul was quiet for a moment; it seemed that he was thinking of your offer.

Even Jade seemed alarmed at your sudden outburst as you cried with tears running down your scratched-up face and the scent of roses coming from your matted hair.

But Azul was only thinking of how sorry he was for not hiding you better.

"Jade, I can take her back." Azul sighed in defeat. "It seems I might need to use my other plan."

You thrashed in Azul's hold as he held you to his chest in a bridal style.

"I'll take you a warm bath and give you some of this," he cooed as he pulled a vial from his breast pocket.

Your eyes widen in horror when you realize what he was threatening you with.

"I just can't have those pesky friends of yours finding you once more, my pearl," he combed his fingers in your hair as he began to walk towards the octavinelle mirror.

"I know you'd be a beautiful attraction to the Monstro Lounge Aquarium."

-

[dailyfigures]

you mentioned you wish you were an artist, so i just want to let you know that you ARE an artist! every human is an artist to me. have you ever worn makeup? that's art. doodled on a sticky note? that's art. sung karaoke? that's art. written bad notes app poetry? that's art. honestly i think your blog is art too! don't discredit your creations! lots of love and have a great day ^_^

oh this is suuuuuch a kind ask thank you so much anon......i can be quite the perfectionist and i can't stand the idea of creating something ugly or doing something i'm not good at for fun. it's something i really want to work on, and coincidentally i hung out with my coworker's 9 year old daughter today and we painted together and i just painted hatsune miku as a cat with a rainbow and sparkles which was really fun! anyway long story short thank you for your thoughtful and encouraging message, i appreciate it very much!!! <3

[yamtaroh]

I dyed my frostbite armor pink so it could match the Cece hat.

pink link!!!

[inkykeiji]

Do you think daddykuna is the type who would spank you in public bc he likes humiliating you? Or would he think your cute ass is for his eyes only so he only does so behind closed doors?

oh my gosh a delicious question!!!

character: sukuna x fem!reader warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, public spanking, humiliation, dacryphilia, daddy kink, general toxicity words: 809

okay so i think sukuna is like, heavily into humiliating you, so i 100% think he’d spank you right then and there, in stark fucking daylight, no matter where you are. little girls who act like brats must be treated like brats, must be punished like brats, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. and that’s what he tells you, in that infuriatingly blasé lilt, the beginnings of a smirk toying with the left corner of his mouth. 

but daddy! you’re whining, a thick shield of tears already glazing your eyes, rolled into drops by your rapid blinking and catching in your lashes, glittering so delicately as they anxiously flutter. not here! not now!

yes, here. yes, now.

you can hear the amusement and pride staining his voice; just faint notes of it infused in his words, but evident nonetheless as he takes you over his knee in the middle of a busy park on a sunday afternoon, your thrashing and wriggling not hindering him in the slightest.

he’s irritatingly unperturbed as he flips your dress up and yanks your panties halfway down your thighs, the motion simultaneously smooth and sharp, entirely unaffected by your pathetic little whimpers and choked out apologies, nails piercing his skin as your fingers curl and tangle and tug at his shirt.

it’s your own fault; you know it is, he’s saying as one large hand kneads one of your asscheeks, priming the area, collecting curious glances. you shouldn’t have misbehaved, prancing around in a manner that ensured the skirt of your dress fanned out wide and rippled, just enough to gift him with teasing glimpses of the dainty lace molded to your skin. 

you shouldn’t have acted like such a stubborn fucking brat when he had warned you, calm and cautious, not to play with daddy, if you hadn’t wanted everyone to see your sweet little ass, he’s telling you over your half-stifled sobs of humiliation, chest stuttering against his strong thighs, muscles flexing beneath you as he plants his feet, readjusts his hips, places a heavy hand on the small of your back and presses down hard, pinning you in place. that must’ve been what you were aiming for, right? you wouldn’t have behaved in such a way if it weren’t, right?

you should’ve known better than to mess around with daddy, especially in public. you should’ve known that he’d take it seriously, instantly—no matter where you are, no matter who can see, no matter what may follow.

each slap is harder than the last, harsher than the last, echoing louder and louder with every collision of his palm against your skin. every impact shoves another pitiful little sound from your chest, lodging in your throat, clawing at the back of your teeth, and aw, don’t smother them, baby; we want to hear you. 

it’s excruciatingly embarrassing, the eyes of bystanders and onlookers slicing into your bare, exposed skin, gazes and glares and gaping depositing trails of scorching pins they glide over your body, slow and scrutinizing.

it’s inescapable, the absolute agony their attention bestows upon you, your puffy, salt-stricken face nuzzling awkwardly into your daddy’s ribs, desperate for some semblance of protection.

please, daddy, please, daddy, please, daddy, you’re weeping out, pleads strung together in a steady stream of drool. stop, daddy, stop, daddy, stop, daddy!

you know he won’t, you know he’d never, not one to go back on his word once he’s solidified it, but you just can’t help it, entreaties pouring from your lips instinctively, uncontrollably, as natural as the snot oozing from your nose and tears blurring your vision. 

you can feel his cock, hot and hard and throbbing against your tummy, but you know your sobs and whines and yelps are only half the exhilaration.

because sukuna loves showing off, sukuna gets a serious kick out of displaying what’s his; what he owns, what others can’t have, can’t touch. those looks of disgust and disbelief, of envy and enrapture, send a sick thrill surging through his veins, because there’s one thing they all have in common.

awe. 

it’s the most divine feeling, makes his flesh tingle in the most delightful way as everyone admires him, admires his strength, admires his terror, admires his things—how powerful he is as every smack! rings out among the space, how pretty you are as your cries chase after the resounding sting. 

it’s grotesque. it’s gorgeous. they can’t tear their gazes away from it.

possessiveness emanates off his body in dense waves, their domineering presence polluting the atmosphere and leaving it stifling—you can look, but don’t even think about touching. 

their murmurs only amplify their stares, the gasps and whispers and grumbles, saturated in incredulity and audacity, in outrange and offence, only feeding his insatiable ego, bloating it with an intoxicating arrogance, ever-growing hubris gorging on their attention.

[weenwrites]

pre-dating hcs of tfp smokescreen and wheeljack (separate) with a shy/awkward human charge, what would both make of them, how long would it take for their relationship to progress, and how would the confession happen? 🙏 thanks for the food  

✎ A/N: Here you go! Hope you enjoy it ˆˆ

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Smokescreen

He's so smitten with his crush that his view on you is actually a bit skewed and biased. He thinks you're one of the best people in the world and he'd enjoy hanging around you whenever he gets the chance.

He's so eager to prove himself to you that he rushes head-first into things at times to try and impress you. He stumbles here and there at first, but when he gains his footing and calms down a little more, he pulls off rather impressive feats to try and catch your attention and your praise. Now of course he doesn't want to seem too desperate or anything that would make him seem unappealing to you, so of course he tries to play it carefully and make it seem like he isn't trying too hard to vie for your attention... It's a fine line, and he's not too sure how to try and reach that perfect "middle zone".

Smokescreen's typically the kind of person to take initiative, sure, but when it comes to you he's at a complete loss on where in your relationship he should go ahead and ask you out on a date, and he agonizes over these things for days on end. Whenever he looks back on times you've spent together in the past, he'll sometimes mutter to himself all about how "that was the perfect moment! Why didn't I take it?!" and "ugh... I should've confessed to them then..."

When he thinks he's mustered the courage to, he tries to do it at the pinnacle of an impromptu "date" when you're both having the times of your lives. But even then, it's hard for him to even begin saying anything, and he doubts whether he should be mentioning it at this time specifically, but he's gotten this far... so... he should do it! He should take this chance while he still can!

Wheeljack

He thinks you're cool in his eyes, regardless of whether you are or aren't. He has a tendency to treat you like a partner in crime of sorts. He'll take you out to go do something fun, but it's also probably something dangerous. But if that isn't your cup of tea, then he'd settle for just sticking around you and talking.

While he's pining for you, he doesn't actually treat you all that differently, nor does he act too differently either. He's still pretty chill and casual around you, and the only difference is that he wants to hang out with you more. As a result it's not too clear that he like-likes you. And if you're sorta the same, then your relationship will take quite some time to progress since he's trying to guess if he has any sort of chance with you, but he can't find any signs.

He's not afraid to pop the question... Well... Maybe he's a bit afraid... But he's willing to take whatever answer you give him, no matter how bad it is. So he finally bursts the bubble one day. It's not during any special moment the two of you are spending together, or anything like that. It's just on a normal day while you're both hanging out. He drops it so casually that it sounds like he isn't nervous in the slightest, but if you were to listen more carefully to the way he says it, and pay more attention to the look on his face and the glint in his eyes, or the way he's wringing his hands... He's nervous.

He gets what it's like to long for the way things were, and he's worried that if you don't feel the same way, he'll be left wishing for that same old feeling of friendship between the two of you. But much to his relief, you feel the exact same way, so he doesn't worry about that for long.

[thatmooncake]

Oh dear moon...confined in a jail, away from my touch, away from my sight, away from my love, so close yet so far away.

I really love the moon, and I really love you.

Closer than you think 💕

[masonjarsmoments]

Sunday blues