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Theme Weeks: Angels + Demons

Another theme week! Or should I say weeks? Because I have just so much material, I will do the next theme over the span of two weeks. From 8/5 to 8/18 you will get a lot of new posts about: Angels and Demons.

What to expect during these weeks:

Prompt List: Of Angels and Demons

Demons Prompts

Demons Dialogue

Angel/Demon Prompts

Angel/Demon Dialogue

Angels Prompts

Angel/Human Prompts

Single Prompts (#1113, #1114)

Reblogs of related posts (Guardian Angel, Immortal)

All these posts are already up on Ko-fi for my members, so have fun!

And tell me what you are most excited about and what kind of theme week you would like to see next!

- Jana

[shinsdeku]

Angel/demon Shindeku as promised!! This was supposed to be my Halloween art but it absolutely doesn’t look like Halloween art…

[jhdanes]

ILLUSTRATION UPDATE! || ECTOBERHAUNT 2024 || Wednesday , 9. OCTOBER || 2024

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[starker-sorbet]

Angel Tony and Demon Peter running away from their responsibilities and the war between their peoples in order to live free together as they travel and dance throughout the cosmos

@starkerfestivals Extended AUpril: Angel/Demon card below

[k--havok]

30 Ways to Make an Angel Fall from Grace - Day 1: Cuddles

Angels are the purest creatures of the universe. They radiate untold power, crafted by the hand of God himself. Ophiel is, perhaps, one of the purest angels of creation. And she hates it. How long will it take for two demons to help her fall from grace?

A collection of 30 smutty stories all set with the same universe and characters. Originally written and posted in 2016, this is the second draft of that original collection, which has since been taken down. Each chapter is rewritten and edited to expand on the original ideas and concepts of this collection.

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Word Count: 1300 Warnings: Mentions of sex, mentions of purity culture/shame Rating: M Summary: Waking up from a night of passion, Ophiel is struck with the sudden shame of what occurred. Read on AO3 #Tainted Wings

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Ophiel sighed, worrying her bottom lip as she leaned her head against Rhareth’s bare chest. She flinched as she felt him shift beneath her.

He curled around her, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Without her nightgown, or any clothing covering her body, Rhareth’s body heat sunk through her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest; fortissimo drum beats that echoed so loud, she didn’t know how Rhareth could not hear the palpitations.

Ophiel glanced down the small length of her body, staring at Rhareth’s thick arm that sat across her lap. He had pressed it against her navel, beneath her small, loose fingers. She curled her hands into tight fists. She tried to focus on the muscles of her hands to better still the twitching of her feathery, white wings.

But the foreign stillness brought no comfort to Ophiel. Her large wings twitched despite her best efforts, desperate to cover her bare body.

Fire spread from where Rhareth touched them; her navel, her side, and her cheek. The flames spread through her veins, delivering the overwhelming sensation of sin throughout her entire being.

Ophiel shuddered.

Rhareth shifted again. This time, a small squeak slipped from between Ophiel’s lips as a long, red claw tipped her face up.

Rhareth’s burning orange eyes met her large gray ones. A small, elegant smile graced Rhareth’s lips. He shifted again, tightening his arm around her and tucking her closer into his side. His muscular, bare shoulder brushed against the base of Ophiel’s large wings.

The base of her wings, always so sensitive, prickled. Goose flesh rose across Ophiel’s back despite the heat. She quickly dug her teeth into the side of her cheek to stop another embarrassing squeak from escaping her mouth.

Rhareth cocked his head to the side, his gaze still level and unblinking. “What is it, fluffy wings? Is something wrong?” His fingers caught one of Ophiel’s blonde corkscrew curls. He twirled it around his claw, bouncing it along his finger as he stared at her face with rapt attention.

“I…. I—” The heat addled her mind. She fought to find words, to put an explanation to the beating of her heart, to the rosy flush of her pale skin, and to the prickling of her skin. But the words refused to come.

Instead, guilt poured into her, as black and sticky as tar.

She sat bare to a demon, allowing him to touch her. Her skin. Her curls. Her feathers. What would her mother think? Her father? Her siblings? God Himself?

Without warning, Ophiel shoved herself away from Rhareth. Her powerful wings easily battered the demon away, and she scrambled to the other side of the bed. She curled herself beneath her wings. Only a few tufts of golden hair stuck out of the tangle of feathers, along with a pair of wet, shining gray eyes.

Across the bed, still draped across the nest of black pillows, Rhareth froze. He dropped his arm down, limp across the sheets. His smile had disappeared, a frown taking its place as his brows furrowed over those burning orange eyes.

A few more tears slipping from Ophiel, and she fought to stop them from falling. She made Rhareth sad. Just like she did her mother. Her father. Her siblings.

God.

“I—I’m sorry,” Ophiel whispered. “I—It’s a sin. I can’t.”

Rhareth blinked, confused. A small sigh slipped between his lips. He hesitated before sitting up. Rhareth kept his movements slow and steady. Ophiel tracked every twitch of his with her enormous eyes. Her gaze darted from the slow movements of his fingers as he scooted closer to her, the tip of his spaded tail flicking back and forth in thought.

He did not invade her personal space, still remaining across the bed from her. But he shifted his entire body to give her all his attention, crossing his legs but keeping hunched over.

He met Ophiel’s wet gaze with ease. His body remained lax. Calm.

Ophiel shivered at the eye contact and glanced away. She couldn’t peer at him. Gazing upon his naked body would bring lust.

A sin.

But she could not stop her imagination from bubbling with memories. Of powerful arms, of a muscular chest and shoulders. How his thick, ruby red hair would cascade down, tickling her neck and chest….

Ophiel shook her head and tightened her wings around her.

“Ophiel. Please look at me.”

It took Ophiel several long seconds to peek back out from her fortress of feathers. Rhareth had his hand held out, palm facing upwards, and just as inviting as the fruit of sin itself.

Ophiel gulped.

“I will not hurt you. No one is going to hurt you.” Rhareth paused, and his forked tongue darted out to wet his full bottom lip.

Ophiel squeezed her thighs together.

“You are not doing anything wrong, Ophiel. We are… together. Yes?”

Ophiel’s pink flush crawled down her chest. She poked her small button nose outside her wings.

“Well. Yes,” she said.

“Are you in Heaven right now? Are you not alone—just me and you—together?”

Ophiel’s wings uncurled ever so slightly. The arid air brushed against her shoulders as she peeked out from the feathers.

“It’s only us.”

Rhareth smiled softly. “See? Nothing is happening. Everything is okay.”

Ophiel glanced at the entrance of the bedroom. The silks which separated them from the rest of the apartment hung as solid and still as ice.

She waited for her father to appear, to burst into the room in his flaming glory and fury. She waited for the hand of God to reach through, grabbing her and dragging her back up to Heaven.

Ophiel sucked in a breath and held it for several seconds. The seconds continued to tick by, steady and still. Biting her bottom lip, Ophiel glanced back at Rhareth. She stared at the proffered hand. His fingers twitched, but he kept the offer open.

He did not need to tell her it would be open for however long she needed. His eyes spoke more than his words ever could.

Ophiel reached out and accepted his hand. As soon as her small hand brushed against the calluses of Rhareth’s palm, his fingers closed around her own. She squeaked as Rhareth yanked her into his arms; arms just as strong and as warm as before. Rhareth’s weight fell around her fragile form, separating her from the rest of Heaven and Hell.

Her wings puffed behind her as Rhareth sat Ophiel in his lap. Nothing separated their bare bodies; Rhareth pressed up against her bottom.

But he was not hard.

Rhareth interrupted Ophiel’s spinning thoughts before they could spin further away from her.

“See? We aren’t doing anything wrong.” He leaned down and pressed a small, tender kiss against Ophiel’s forehead. Her permanent flush spread to the tips of her ears.

Ophiel could not fight the smile threatening the edges of her lips. She allowed herself to relax into Rhareth, and she pressed her forehead into his pectoral.

The incubus wrapped himself further around the little angel, his skin still hot as sin, but silkier than her feathers. His spaded tail wrapped around her small waist, bringing her closer.

Ophiel felt Rhareth relax further beneath her, urging her to do the same.

A breathy sigh slipped from Ophiel as she allowed herself to drown in Rhareth. His scent. His touch. His everything.

Once again, her wings flared outward. But this time, they fell around the two of them. Rhareth startled at the sudden weight, but merely grinned into the top of Ophiel’s head as he pressed more kisses into her curls.

At that moment, Ophiel’s father ceased to be. Not even God, in all his furious might and glory, could touch the two entwined sinners swathed in white feathers. 

[rjavenuru]

angel/demon

[bengerm]

Joey and Val, my angelic and demonic hit men.

They hate each other ((they love each other secretly hehe))

[catboy-sephiroth]

ZS Week day 4: Angel/Demon

some lil scribbly time :] making angels and demons out of characters is tons of fun. even when they're already that lol

[angelo-the-angel]

Opinions on forgiveness-?

It depends on who you are and what you’ve done.

If it’s my demon, of course he deserves it.

Not everyone does.

[norbezjones]

AU-gust in September #9: Guardian (Romance The Backrooms)

So, here’s the deal.  I couldn’t participate in my beloved AU-gust event last month, because I was busy.  So I thought, fuck it, I’ll just participate this month instead, because we as humans can do whatever we want, and screw the rules lmao!  And that’s what I’m doing.

The event is “supposed” to be for fanfiction, but I want to write AUs for my game Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests, so I’m gonna do that instead.  Like I said, screw the rules! X)

Since September has only 30 days, I’ll treat Day 31’s prompt as a Joker (aka a prompt I can switch out if I don’t like the day’s chosen prompt).

I also saw the @tropetember event and its list of prompts, and got really inspired by the 5+1/3+1 for today, because I’ve never heard of that trope before.  So I decided to write it! 

I also included the @whumptember prompt “What did they do to you?”  See their list of prompts here!

I definitely want to do more tropetember & whumptember prompts in these stories as I go, so if I can fit in the prompts, I will! C:

Today’s Prompts: Guardian (joker), 5+1/3+1, “What did they do to you?”  (bloodied clothes)

Characters: Adiel & Glarence

Other Info: This is continuing from the demon/angel AU stories with Guardian Angel Glarence & Arch Demon Adiel.

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Three Times Adiel Cared, And One Time Glarence Cared Back

1.

“What did they do to you?!” Adiel exclaimed, appearing in front of Glarence as the guardian angel limped into an alley.

“I just got stabbed in my human form, it happens,” Glarence grunted, going against the wall and sliding to the ground, clutching his side.  “It’s hard to concentrate, so this’ll take a while to heal. . .”

“Here, let me,” Adiel offered.  “Move your hands.”

Glarence did, noticing that his hands were covered in blood.  Adiel put his hands over the wound and closed his eyes.  Soon, his hands were glowing, and Glarence could feel the demon’s unholy magic being sent into his body, closing up the gaping wound.  Glarence wondered if he should resist this, but ultimately decided not to.

The pain in his side lessened until, finally, it was completely gone. Glarence lifted up his shirt,  and saw that the wound had been fully healed.  There wasn't even a scar.

“Thanks,” Glarence muttered.

Adiel smiled.  “I’m just glad I was here to help.”

2.

“Ooof, someone’s sulking,” Adiel teased, walking up to Glarence in the church.

Glarence sighed.  “What do you want?”

“I spotted you while I was walking by and figured  you could use some cheering up,” Adiel replied with a smile.  “Bad day?”

Glarence sighed.  “Just humans doing what they do best: being stupid,” he muttered.

“Want to talk about it?”

Glarence hesitated, unsure as to whether he should open up to the demon.  Then he thought, fuck it, and decided to talk.

“I try to guide the humans I oversee onto the correct path, but they just don’t want to do the right thing,” he said, frustrated.  “I should be used to that by now—I’ve been watching over these bipedal idiots for thousands of years, for the Godhead’s sake!  But they just keep surprising me in the worst ways.”

He groaned.  “The human I’m watching right now has so much potential.  He can be great!  But he just keeps doing bad things.  Fucking moron.”

Adiel put an arm around the angel and hugged him close.  “Sounds tough,” he said comfortingly.  “I know you’re doing everything you can.  You’ve always excelled at that.”

Glarence knew he should resist the demon’s touch, but against his better judgement, he decided not to.  He sighed.  “Thanks.”

3.

“Oh great—you’re the guardian demon for this human?” Glarence asked, annoyed.

“That’s right,” Adiel said, giving the angel a wink.  “Looks like the two of us are going to be working together.”

“We are not working together just because we’re attached to the same person,” Glarence snapped, folding his arms.  “Don’t even go there.”

“Alright, if you insist,” Adiel said with a knowing smile.  Then, his smile faded, and he leaned in to whisper into the angel’s ear.  He said, “Look, I know how much emphasis heaven puts on numbers and results compared to hell, so . . . I’ll try not to make this to difficult for you, ok?”

Surprised, Glarence studied Adiel’s face as the demon retreated from his ear.  The demon seemed sincere. . . Which was both a surprise and a relief.

“Thanks,” Glarence muttered.

Adiel nodded.  “Hey, I know how strict heaven can be.  It’s the least I can do for an old friend.”

Glarence looked at him in surprise.  “We’re friends?” he asked.

Adiel shrugged.  “What else would we be?”

Glarence didn’t really know how to answer that, so instead he walked away.  “I’ll see you later,” he said to the demon.  “Let’s talk again soon.”

4.

Glarence left the human’s bedroom as they slept.  He wanted to explore the town, get to know the place a bit more.  He always liked doing that when he was stationed in a new location.

As he was walking, a familiar figure caught his eye.  It was Adiel, sitting on the roof of one of the houses.  What was that devil doing here?

Invisible to the eyes of humans, he flew up to the roof and approached the demon.  That’s when he saw the sadness on Adiel’s face.  “You ok?” he asked, before he could stop himself.

Adiel turned to him in surprise.  “Oh, it’s you,” the demon said with a small smile.  “Hey, Glarence. . . I’m kind of having a rough night.”

Glarence sat down next to him on the roof.  “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Really?” Adiel asked, sounding surprised.

“Y-You don’t have to sound shocked!” Glarence exclaimed, blushing.  “You’ve always listened to me, so I figured I might as well listen to you for once!  Geez. . .”

Adiel laughed.  “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re angry like that.”

“Shut up,” Glarence muttered, folding his arms.  “You want me to listen or not?  I could just leave, you know—”

“No, don’t!” Adiel exclaimed.  Clearing his throat, he said, “I mean, I’d appreciate having you as a listening ear.”

“Alright,” Glarence agreed.  He awkwardly put an arm around the demon.  “There, there?”

Adiel laughed.  “Are you this bad at comforting humans, too?”

“I’m not used to it, ok?!” Glarence exclaimed, blushing again.  “I’m trying my best!”

Adiel gave  him a smile, and reached up, putting his hand on Glarence’s.  “Thanks.”

Glarence turned away, trying to hide his smile.  “Don’t mention it.”

[lilrebelkat69]

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt List: Fantasy/Sci-Fi (8)

Masterpost by creativepromptsforwriting

Of Angels and Demons

The Demon smirked. Soon he would have both, the other’s body and soul. (Prompt #11)

Chasing demons away seems to be so much more fun on TV. (Prompt #131)

"You're an angel." "Am I? What's an angel without its wings?" (Prompt #229: Quotes)

Who needs a guardian angel when you can have a half-decent demon? (Prompt #248)

It wasn't the vases and the glasses that got knocked over everyday that annoyed him the most about his new roommate. It was in the morning when he woke up with a too warm body next to him and a mouth full of feathers that he thought he definitely didn't sign up for this when he became a demon. (Prompt #264)

"What can I say? Opposites attract." "That is really not a good excuse for sleeping with a bloody angel!" (Prompt #284)

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" "It ripped out my wings, so yes, it did hurt." (Prompt #293)

When people think about angels, they think about golden locks, white wings and fluffy clouds under their innocent white dresses. But even though there are angels with blond hair and white wings they definitely have better things to do than sitting on a cloud and playing the harp all day. (Prompt #314)

"So this doesn't bother you?" "Honestly the wings are kinda disconcerting." (Prompt #345: x)

"I don't get love stories. Two random people meet and both think the other is cool and they tell each other? Totally unrealistic." "But, honey, that’s how we met and why we're married now." "Yes. Totally unrealistic." (Prompt #543)

"You said you were an angel!" "Oh, I was. I must have forgotten to tell you about the 'fallen' part." (Prompt #589)

In the deepest dark of night, a woman waits for her demon lover. (Prompt #602: x)

"Out of the all the demon's I've exorcised… Why won't you budge?" "Cause I'm not a demon, Father. I'm a God." (Prompt #603: x)

"Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?" "Babe, I'm a demon. What do you expect me to do?" (Prompt #644: x)

Having a high-ranking demon on speed dial did come in handy sometimes. (Prompt #764)

If you believe in angels, you have to believe in demons too. (Prompt #766)

Sometimes when you do stupid stuff, you just know your guardian angel will be disappointed in you. (Prompt #1052)

Sometimes guardian angels don’t have a lovely singing voice and a set of fluffy wings, sometimes they have a deep frown on their face and a very bad attitude. (Prompt #1073)

It's nice to be safe, but why does your guardian angel have to hold your hand all the time to keep you safe. (Prompt #1090)

Write about an angel and a demon who team up together and try to hide their partnership from their respective bosses. (Prompt #1113)

More: Guardian Angel Prompts

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[shinsdeku]

The angel/demon Shindeku I mentioned I’m doing for Halloween. I think I need to find a way to make it more obviously Halloween but so far the wip is going ok 😇😈

I’m getting better at hands thank goodness the hand disasters of 2022 are over 😭

[brokeneagle]

this is so random but of course I wrote Shax/Michael

[jhdanes]

Day 17–>Fallen angel: I fell from grace just to get one teste of you. @augustwritingchallenge for #AU_gust_2023 my contribution for day 17! #AU_gust