#ao-ex

[simonsezsewart]

Bonrin aquarium date +*.

[yangirehatchet]

fascination and possession. amaimon x f! reader

summary: amaimon can't help but wonder why he's so fond of you and tries to figure out the reason you lure him in all the time.

tw: i guess you could call this slightly dubcon, somno and voyeurism but there isn't any actual intercourse. just amaimon being amaimon actually

amaimon traces the soft flesh lying underneath him tenderly, nails leaving barely noticeable scratches in their wake, simply observing the rise and fall of your chest with hooded, impassive eyes as he gladly drinks up the sight of your unresponsive, sleeping face. under normal circumstances, he would hate for you to so blatantly remain ignorant of his presence and ignore him, but he supposes these aren't normal circumstances to begin with. not that he'll lose sleep over it.

even now, he could hear and feel it all. hear the way your heart bumped against your ribcage and feel your faint, relaxed pulse as he proceeds to hold up both of your limp wrists with only one hand. he doesn't attempt to do anything other than stare at you, dissecting everything with his sharp eyes and committing everything to memory.

every minutiae, every twitch of your muscles, every change of your facial expression and every minor detail surrounding you didn't go unnoticed by him. he narrows his eyes, still with that blank, inscrutable look on his face, and drops your wrists as he instead latches onto your neck.

he leaves light, wet, sloppy kisses before working his way up to your lips. he tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lifts you off the mattress effortlessly. amaimon places you in his lap and purses his lips when you slump forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, continuing to sleep.

amaimon wonders why he can't find it in himself to get mad at you and think of you as a nuisance. oftentimes, he contemplates why he doesn't feel the sudden urge to kill you like he usually does when interacting with humans. it would be so easy what with you so blissfully unaware, using him as a makeshift pillow, innocently sleeping. he brings his claws up to your head and he realizes he can end your life without so much as breaking a sweat right here, right now.

but, instead, he takes to patting you on the head and gently stroking your hair. his gaze doesn't soften, but the previous sharpness and coldness fades away even if briefly, his eyes returning to their default indifference. "why won't you wake up? pets are supposed to listen, you know?" he asks innocently and slightly furrows his brows in confusion when you snuggle up to him, seeking the warmth his body heat provided.

"hm. i suppose this isn't too bad either." he shrugs and his warm hand cups your cheek, thumb perching itself on your bottom lip. he regards you with one long look, composed and unreadable like always.

at times, he can't wrap his head around you or your thought process. you know he's a demon, a being which seeks to cause chaos and mayhem — to destroy everything it so much as touches. in other words, he's everything a normal human is taught to stray away from and detest. and he's one of the ba'al, which is even more reason for you to evade him and bow your head in fear.

however, against your better judgement, you had invited him over to your apartment countless of times (and tonight is another such example) and you think of him as a friend. you think of him as someone trustworthy enough to let your guard down and fall peacefully asleep, not even considering the possibility of betrayal. he doesn't remember how it got to this point, he supposes it doesn't matter in the end.

amaimon is a demon king and he's always been fond of playing games and testing his luck. he wants to know if he can make you dream about him; if you can picture only him and nobody else even in your sleep, if he can force you to say his name out loud.

at some point, he wonders if you're playing a game with him, too. if you purposefully turn a blind eye to his demonic disposition and wish for him to touch you the same way he keeps on fantasizing about it.

his hands trail over to your waist and he squeezes the flesh at his disposal, nestling his chin on your shoulder and burying his face deep in your neck. amaimon slowly lifts up your shirt enough to expose your midriff and allows his nails to graze the skin, watching as goosebumps break out after the abrupt physical contact.

amaimon's long since decided on keeping you around as his toy, as his human pet, and thought you were just a source of entertainment for him. but tonight, he finally realizes that it's not you who needs him. it's him who needs you. the idea of you abandoning him and no longer being a constant in his immortal life causes irritation to wash over him; he deems it disgusting and doesn't entertain this line of thought any longer.

fascination fills his eyes upon noticing you stirring around in your sleep, seemingly disturbed by his feathery touches and kisses. he considers cutting his ministrations short, but before he can place you back in your original position on the bed, you wake up and immediately lock eyes with him.

"y/n, you're awake." amaimon deems it necessary to state the obvious out loud with his childish, yet somehow monotone voice. despite him owlishly staring at you, his claws carefully prop you up. he doesn't allow you to get up, leaving you trapped between his legs.

you blink up at him, dazed and drowsy, rubbing at your eyes. "amaimon... what are you doing?" you croak out and gesture towards the position he has you in, pretty sure you didn't go to bed like this.

amaimon remains unfazed and continues to stroke your skin, drawing patterns with his claws. "well, i was in the middle of kissing you. is that bad?" he questions, though you can't pinpoint any actual remorse.

you rack your brain for any reason the demon king of earth would have in order for him to kiss you and hold you so close to him. you're aware of his detestation and loathing of anything human and, at times, you've wondered what he felt towards you, as well. however, you've always lacked the courage to straightforwardly ask him, fearing the truth.

you connect amaimon with warm evenings and the scent of nature. to you, he's a thistle. sharp thorns that keep you at an arm's length, away from the danger of prickling your finger and drawing blood, yet still allowing you to admire him from afar.

"why?" you whisper and can't even be bothered to hide your surprise when he leans down in order to properly connect his lips with yours. your eyes widen, stunned by the gesture before completely melting into the kiss, placing a hand on his shoulder and reciprocating the feverish, fervent thirst for more.

amaimon has come a long way. from hating your guts due to your persistence to craving you every hour of the day. from wanting to eradicate you to studying everything about you.

you're the first human to enamour him, to entrance him. he doesn't think anyone else will ever duplicate the feelings, which you ignite in him with a single smile.

the smile that he's staring at in this current moment. the only smile which he wants to see for all of eternity. you're his carnation, after all.

it's not complicated for him to realize it's all because he's fallen in love with you.

[somewillwin]

ITS THEM, I AM UNWELL

[stick-maniac]

I have many stuff planned but don’t have much time or motivation to do them yet, once school’s out for the Summer, I’ll be able to get back to those plans.

Now, have a little art dump

[disposablepapercup]

forbidden knowledge

[m0rb1dch1ld]

Little doodle of broccoli amaimon during a zoom meet. 💚 🍭 🥦

[mariusslonelysoul]

So just to check, we all are at least a little bit in love with doctor leonard h mccoy right?

[jes12321]

Sukuna is a human trying to play games with Gods. His power is false and those who know it do not even care enough to point it out. They see Sukuna as nothing but a blip on the map that is their world. His power is given, and any power not earned can be taken away. Unlike the Gods he emulates, imitates, he did not forge his own abilities in the heat of a dying star. He did not build his strength in ichor and ash. He fought well and was graced by a Devil who used to be an Angel and given a gift. Power from a higher being without contract is a dangerous thing. Any Curse knows. But Sukuna was young and greedy and thought he was powerful. He accepted and did not point out that no one ever asked where he got such abilities. Never thought of the consequences of using his gift in ways that did not honor his benefactor. Sukuna was a human who did not worship the God who gave him his status. He will regret it.

Thinkin about an AU where curses are people who have been cursed/blessed by the gods to give them power because of their actions.

[skewiie]

on book 19 of blue exorcist. literally forgot how fucked up this story is

[struck-by-the-rain]

just planned storyboarded and creative directed an entire animatic/animation meme thingy in my head while walking up to a friend's house with a song on loop in the heat!! do I have the skills to make it? nope

[sereiaadella]

got a long list of 𝙚𝙭 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, they'll tell you i'm 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲.

...e ela é mesmo!

antes de todos terem os seus finais felizes, adella viajava pelos mares e conhecia rapazes em diferentes reinos. ela ficava com eles, alguns mais sério do que outros; mas todos tinham algo em comum: logo depois que se relacionavam com adella, eles encontravam os seus amores verdadeiros ou simplesmente decidiam dar um pé na bunda nela sem mais nem menos. logo ela, que além de bonita, sexy, inteligente e charmosa, era também uma princesa sereia. e rica! muito melhor que qualquer princesa que lavava o chão, convenhamos. agora que adella está sendo obrigada a conviver com todos os ex namorados e ficantes que a trocaram por princesinhas ou decidiram que eram melhores sem ela, a sereia decidiu que se vingaria de todos. foi assim que roubou um artefato de úrsula e, sem saber como usá-lo, saiu amaldiçoando os seus exes por aí!

aqui está a lista de exes e maldições para eles! essa é uma conexão aberta à longo prazo. caso tenha interesse em colocar uma maldição boba no seu personagem, fala comigo no chat para ser ex da adella. as maldições são realmente bobinhas e não têm efeito por muito tempo, até porque ela não sabe manusear a magia da úrsula. as maldições não tem um prazo para serem desenvolvidas também, vocês podem considerar que já aconteceram ou que ainda vão acontecer! ou que simplesmente não aconteceram, a adella só tentou e falhou.

@lykostrophy — ele vai latir como cachorro pra lua por alguns dias.

@adamthebcast — vai ter mais depressão (brincadeira) ele vai tomar ainda mais decisões erradas.

@talesofeugene — o cabelo dele vai cair e ele vai ficar calvo.

@phillipxasleep — ele vai cair no sono em momentos aleatórios do dia, em qualquer lugar.

@wcstcrgaard — a voz dele vai afinar toda vez que estiver flertando/jogando seu charme por aí.

[queenjazzyart]

A Calvary Captain, a magician and the son of Satan are stuck on a road trip.

A quick meme featuring my comfort characters aka the “adopted” squad. I just drew this because the idea was funny. 

I wonder why they are upset? 🤔

Based on this: https://twitter.com/captaintaco2345/status/1739715861429252546?s=46&t=OIdGNv9H5X8larwVY3BmRA

[the-monkey-ruler]

Can you elaborate on Yao Ji having her husband and first son killed? Because I looked her up but that part of her story didn’t show up in either version of her origins

So looking into it, it turns out that this was another case of a single piece of media making headcanon so popular that other pieces of media copy it. It was Lotus Lantern the TV series that makes Yao Ji Erlang's mother when she is more considered a daughter of the jade emperor (something the 1996 series kept right). And from there other series or stories have copied that format giving Yaoji that attention.

But the real name of Erlang Shen's mother is Yunhua 云花女. She is still considered a daughter in some myth but it is hard to tell which myths are the most popular. Yunhua, also known as Cloud Flower Girl, is a character also known as Zhang Xiangu, Zhang Sanjie, Zhang Yuntai, and San Shengu, her titles are Princess Bailian and Princess Lotus. The records mainly come from classical literary works such as "Erlang Baojuan" and "Journey to the West " as well as folklore. 

She is the wife of Yang Tianyou, the third princess of Heaven, and the owner of the Bullfighting Palace. Yunhua is either the third daughter of the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West (other theories believe that Yunhua is the sister of the Jade Emperor, and the Third Holy Mother is the daughter of the God of Huashan Mountain in Xiyue).

So sorry for the confusion! Here are links to both Yunhua and Yaoji if you wish to read more!

[heartnoose]

It must be said

[m0rb1dch1ld]

Screaming, crying, puking from AX’s blue exorcist panel!!!

They just dropped some BIG news!!

They just confirmed TWO MORE SEASONS AND THIS WAS DROPPED BY THE JAPANESE VOICE ACTOR OF RIN!!

[skewiie]

book 25 literally shattered my heart and soul please bring my family back together NOW.