#angel demon au

[clock-isnt-working]

Fanart for @cremdotexe’s fic Be My Fate, Be My Fall

It’s such a good fic fr and I cannot wait for the next chapter. Also sorry if their outfits aren’t exact to the fic I took some liberties lol

[wisyhana]

So I was thinking on a Angel & Demon AU for rivalshipping, then I mixed their outfit designs with Deep Eyes and Gandora X and well this is the result.

Basically is Yugi the demon being a big fanboy of Kaiba's work to purge whole humanity to bring them to salvation. They're friend (somehow). Btw Yugi was previously an angel but Kaiba doesn't know that yet.

Don't expect this to be the last of this AU cos I still have a few designs to work (spoiler: Jonouchi and Atem)

[lizkreates]

Everything's coming up zines! Without further ado, here's a panel preview of my 4-page SFW comic for @vashwood-anthology!

Keep an eye out for it to drop next month! 👀

[danka-in-art]

Could be interpreted both as a demon/angel au or just Andreil with wings.

[reborn-demon]

The angel had been captured by the demon and was trying to get free. But the angel couldn't help that the demon was so attractive. "What are you going to do to me?" Olivine asked

Aim was working on something as the angel tried to free himself, being confident enough in his skills to leave him to try as he pleases.

He let out a surprised hum as he heard the heavenly being speak up. "For now? Nothing." The demon turned around to face the angel. "I'll have to see how you act first. Can't let such a valuable thing get damaged."

[witchstormm]

I love Jazzalil

[sugarspikesart]

Demon Jake &Angel Sherry I did for my friend's birthday!!

It's one of her AUs (we have to rp it), I just gave it to her and she loved it!! ^^

[mariibeann]

Arlebina charm for bleeding heart zine! Demon / angel au :D

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

Angel/demon mercyrat thing (cw non-explicit nudity)

Idk why im putting this one under a cut when i didnt for that last pic

[xhesi01]

Angel Dust babyyyyyy 🩷🩷🖤🖤

[calabacyan]

I still really like this doodle, they look so cute together >< ALBERICH ♡ 2O21

[witchyleehibernates]

Angel Demon AU Information

Being an Angel doesn’t make you a good person and being a Demon doesn't make you a bad one. Socs are more commonly Angels, though it’s not entirely uncommon to find a Soc who’s a Demon, just like Greaser’s are more commonly Demons, though it’s not entirely uncommon to find a Greaser who’s an Angel.

Angel Wings – Bright fluffy wings, often with gentle highlights to give them more of a pop of color. Colors of wings/feathers can range from white to a multitude of light tan colors like a soft pale yellow, tan, or beige. The darkest an Angel has been has been a light caramel like color.

Angel’s also have a halo that’s customizable to them, they can wear it around their neck, floating around/above them, around their wrist, as a ring, around their ankle, or even in rare cases, to declare someone their ‘soulmate’ around someone else’s wrist/neck/ring/ankle/ect…

Demon Wings – Dark thin/more sleek wings that can in a number of colors ranging from black to a dark medium shade of brown, lightest anyone has been has been nearly caramel colored. Demon wings often have harsher highlights that are like neon signs against the dark color of their feathers.

Demon’s also have horns and tails. Horns are entirely dependent on the person someone is, but also how they take care of themself and how powerful they are. Some people have bigger horns and some people have really small horns, some people have two or three sets of horns, which is rarer than feather’s being shared, though it does happen. Demon’s also have tails, very thin like appendages with a shape on the end of them (they take after card decks: Diamond, Heart, Spade, Clubs).

* All wings have ‘highlights’ which are just splashes of color on their feathers, often being their favorite color or based on their emotions.

** Wings are a sense of pride no matter which walk of life you are from, it’s very common to see people puffing out their wings because they want to show off.

*** Feather’s hold a strong importance in groups, to gift someone one of your feather’s is a pretty big deal. It’s sort of rare/uncommon among greaser’s, but completely unheard of among Socs.

Steve and Sodapop each wear a feather of the other’s around their neck. A Soc thought it would be funny to steal Steve’s feather from Sodapop and Sodapop just about went ballistic. It’s a symbol of their friendship and the Soc had tried to take that and break it. Steve had been right there beside Sodapop and claims that he’s never been afraid of anyone more than Sodapop in that moment and none of it was even directed at him.

**** Red - Anger, Blue - Sadness, Black - Depression, Yellow - Joy, Orange - Curiosity, Green - Jealousy / Envy, Purple - Loyalty / Trust, Pink - Love, White - ???,

***** Wings are incredibly sensitive! Feathers are incredibly sensitive!

[fgsela]

[not-sure-what-im-feeling]

I made some fanart of @thegoldenduckie’s Angel!Virgil design <3 it’s watercolour and pencil crayon

Additional: the sketch I did beforehand

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Angels & Demons

Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist

content: failed escape attempt, demon whumper, angel whumpee, wing whump, magical exhaustion, magical whump, captivity

oh hey, remember that angel & demon au i talked about back in july? finally writing something for that! might do more pieces in this au at some point, but not anytime soon.

@amonthofwhump​ March Trope-A-Thon Day 4: Fantasy / Magical Exhaustion / Wing Whump / Wish Gone Wrong / Magical Healing

It had been more than a year since the demon took him prisoner, and Jim was frantic in his search for a way out. Unfortunately, Kane’s lair proved near-ironclad from the start, and had only become more so in the time since.

Ever since the magicless demon began siphoning his magic, Jim had become weaker day by day, exhausted by even moving around. Meanwhile, the demon grew more powerful by the day with his stolen magic, flaunting it about to his peers as if it were his own while Jim stayed huddled up back home, the secret Kane would never reveal.

But there was a catch: the demon had been getting sloppy. As Jim became too tired to do more than lay in bed all day, halo dim and soft wings curled around himself, Kane assumed him weaker than he truly was. He wasn’t leaving Jim so restrained anymore.

So, on a day when the demon didn’t siphon as much magic as usual, Jim waited until Kane left for the day and made a break for it. He was still woozy and exhausted, but he knew he had to take this chance while it presented itself.

He stood up and beat his wings, taking off into the air, relishing in the feeling of having enough energy to fly.

But he’d miscalculated.

He was only about fifty feet into the air when he realized he didn’t have as much energy as he’d thought he might, the demon’s siphoning having done a number on him. It was too much, the effort required to keep himself in the air too great, especially when he needed to go straight up in order to get back to Earth, let alone Heaven.

Jim faltered, plummeting down, only able to do as much as a single flap to slow his descent. He fainted from exhaustion before he even hit the ground.

-

Jim woke back in his bed. Not his home-bed back in Heaven, not his guest-bed at Liz’s house on Earth, but his prison-bed: this time with a shackle, giving off the cruel warmth of hellfire. Not enough to burn, but more than enough to keep him from breaking the restraint. He ached, but not too horribly. Maybe he’d been able to slow his descent enough to prevent serious injury, or maybe the demon had used some of his stolen magic to heal him. He couldn’t say.

He’d failed. There would be no escape for him, now. Jim wept, wrapping his wings around himself, the feathers encompassing him.

He flinched as the demon suddenly appeared in the room, glowing with Jim’s own magic.

“Nice little stunt you pulled here today, angel,” Kane growled, not an ounce of sympathy in his angry features.

Jim cringed back, curling up smaller. He missed being called by his name. The soft voices of his fellow angels calling him James, or Liz excitedly calling him Jim, a moniker he’d taken to using at the human girl’s influence. Not angel. So impersonal, said in the demon’s tone as if it made him inferior.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, attempting to placate him. “It was- it was a foolish idea. I didn’t have nearly enough magic to get anywhere. You know that. I won’t try it again.”

“You definitely won’t. I’ll make sure of that.” Kane stalked closer. His own wings, featherless like a bat’s, flared with irritation. “Sit up straight.”

Jim hated the way he was beholden to the demon’s orders. But what could he really do but obey? Kane was a hundred times stronger than him by now. He sat up, silently, though he held his pride in not responding with the Yes, sir the demon clearly wanted.

“I’ve been doing some research while you rested.” Kane rolled his eyes, as if Jim’s state of exhaustion wasn’t entirely the demon’s fault. “Many humans own birds, you know. So they’re practiced in this sort of thing.”

“I’m not a bird,” Jim protested indignantly. “And you do not own me.”

“You may as well be. The humans invented this process called wing clipping to keep their birds from escaping, or getting where they don’t belong.” Kane held his hand out, and a set of shears appeared in it.

“You’re going to cut my wings off?!” Jim cried, thudding back hard against the wall, his chain rattling with the sudden motion. “No, you can’t!”

“Yes, I can. I can do whatever I want,” the demon reminded him. “But no, I’m not going to cut your wings off. Just a few feathers.” He reached out for Jim’s wing, but he immediately tucked them both tightly behind himself, smushing the feathery appendages against the wall.

“The humans do that to their own pet birds?” Jim asked, tears in his eyes. He couldn’t imagine Liz doing that. But maybe as a guardian, his view of humans was tinted rosy. Besides, she was just a child. They tended to be more innocent.

“It doesn’t hurt the birds, apparently. So stop behaving like an infant and give me your wing before I do decide to cut them off,” Kane snapped, motioning for Jim to hold his wing out.

“I’m not a bird!” Jim insisted, voice pitching up with fear. Angels’ wings were sensitive, they could feel. “It’s going to hurt! I’m already shackled and don’t have the energy to fly in the first place! You don’t need to do this!”

“Using my magic to keep a shackle active at all hours of the day isn’t practical. I can either clip your wings once every few months, or cut them off entirely. Pick one.” The demon gestured once again, hand outstretched.

Jim whimpered, the tears in his eyes finally starting to fall. Reluctantly, he peeked out one trembling wing, the other still tucked protectively behind him.

Kane grabbed it roughly, spreading it to its full length by force. Jim shuddered at the feeling: he hated this. He hated hated hated it. Hatred was not a feeling he’d ever been too familiar with before Kane, but he felt it nearly every day now.

“Do not move, unless you want me to cut more than I initially intended.” Spreading Jim’s wing out with one hand, Kane readied the shears with the other.

Heeding the demon’s warning, Jim tensed himself, stilled other than his nervous trembling as he felt the cool metal against his delicate feathers.

Snip.

Jim screamed as agony as the shears chopped his outermost six feathers in half, the sharp, explosive pain almost like the demon had cut his fingers instead. He instinctively tried to fold his wing back up protectively, but that only made his wing tug against Kane’s grip, and he let out another cry.

“Stop! Stop stop stop!” he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

Kane released his wing, and Jim winced as he folded it, the position even more painful on the fresh-cut screaming nerves.

The demon gestured toward the other wing. “Again.”

“NO!” Jim wailed. “I get it! I can’t fly with one working wing anyway!” He felt his pride crumble at the thought of both his wings experiencing this. “Please, sir.”

Kane hesitated, seeming to evaluate, then let out a sigh. “Prove it.”

“What?” Jim asked tearily.

“Prove it. Try your best to fly.” Kane pressed a hand to Jim’s chest, and he felt a little bit of his own magic flowing back into him. The shackle disappeared.

Jim hadn’t felt this much energy since before the demon took him down to Hell.

Kane stepped back. “I’ll be able to tell if you’re faking it,” he warned.

Jim nodded uneasily. He stretched both wings out carefully: the thought of trying to fly with this injury was... extremely unappealing, but it was certainly better than having it duplicated.

He beat his wings, and immediately cried out in pain, falling to the floor after gaining no more than three feet in height.

“Effective,” Kane noted. “Very well. I’ll leave the other one alone. As long as you don’t try to escape again.”

Jim scooted away from him. “...Thank you.”

The demon closed the distance easily, crouching over him and pressing his hand to Jim’s chest again. He felt the energy leave him as Kane took the magic away, letting out a groan.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” And with that, the demon disappeared.

With great effort, Jim hauled himself back onto the bed, his feathers throbbing with pain. He wrapped his wings around himself, the cutout in his wing leaving a hole in the previously-blanketing coverage.

-

also a note since i just posted a different demon thing yesterday: this has totally distinct, separate lore, completely unrelated.

taglist to be added in reblog!

[elitesheepi]

My Commission for @blye-flower of her ROTTMNT Angel & Demon Au called DnAngel feat. April and Sunita is complete!! Thank you so much for commissioning me!!! 💜💜💜

My commissions are still open and all the info is in my pinned 🎶