#demon! Scott

[allynabean]

group selfie 📸!! im obsessed with the final girls or the four ggggs or whatever they’re calling themselves <3

(plus their weird creaky neighbor. bigb my beloved)

[cloned-sheep97]

Oh you're a queer kid? what's your fav music artist? and don't say...

will wood

will wood and the tapeworms

Tally hall

Miracle musical

mitski

jackstuber

joe hawley

that handsome devil

chonny jash

tom leher

ghost and pals

maretu

6arelyhuman

odetari

penelope scott

rio romeo

cuarteto de nos

riki musso

santiago tavella

laufey

taylor swift

radiohead

marina

weezer

the beatles

tv girl

billie ellish

milk in the microwave

bo burnham

fish in a birdcage

toby fox

lemon demon

sarah and the safe word

asteria

artic monkeys

they might be giants

my chemical romance

green day

gorillaz

ado

melanie martinez

the strokes

evanecense

glass animals

soddiken

the scary jokes

whatever Your favorite martian was smoking

tyler, the creator

the crane wives

the living tombstone

cavetown

mindless self indulgance

the orion experience

hamilton (yeah ik its a musical)

heathers (yeah ik its a musical x2)

ride the cyclone (YEAH IK ITS A MUSICAL x3)

steam powered giraffe

kiuko (i dont remember how its spelled)

21 pilots

Sir Chloe

hazbin hotel soundtrack

paparrapa the rapper soundtrack

sonic soundtrack

or the omori soundtrack

edit: just to make clear that i don't know every queer band on existence

[kiksniko]

she scott on my pilgrim till i take off. or something

[dotssu3]

tell him matty!

[owlcracker]

hes plotting smth.......

[aedolon]

S-L-ICK !

[connect404]

"SO MANY DUOS !!!!" The stream

P.s here's an additional Kim pic I took that has no glare but unfortunately doesn't have the signature or words

[skycaelo]

Happy holidays, everyone!!! 🥰💖

[karakt]

Go Matthew Go!

[stellocchia]

The way people act like Scott is such an awful teammate for wanting Pearl to apologize to Gem just shows me that a lot of people will just do anything to demonize him without trying to understand jack shit.

So, guys, I'll spell it out:

SCOTT ISN'T GOOD AT PVP OR TRAPS

He can't rely on those skills, and yet he always makes it really far into the series. Ever wondered why? Because he excels at the social game. He knows how to stay friendly with people.

That's how he keeps himself alive.

It goes without saying that the only way he knows how to keep his allies safe as well (aside from sacrificing himself for them) is to keep them in everyone's good graces. That is most likely why he's been trying (and succeed) to smooth things over between Gem and Pearl. It isn't betrayal, it isn't a matter of him siding with Gem, or liking her more than Pearl (weirdchamp kind of assumption to make that last one, we literally don't know them), it's just the only way he knows how to keep Pearl alive. And considering how much she's been dying this season, I understand why he's prioritizing her over Impulse.

Add to that the fact that Gem is also good at the social game AND she's great at PvP AND in an alliance with someone who always hates Scott's gut in literally every season, is also good at PvP and is extremely volatile, and yeah. They're not good enemies to have. Especially not so early on. We're still on episode 4 and Gem and Joel are still dark green, this is the time to befriend them so the Final Girls won't be the first people they turn on when they drop to red.

Also, just saying, but if Scott didn't care for Pearl he wouldn't have offered to give her a life as soon as she turns red.

[punchesyou]

Scott pilgrim if it was peak

[veryimportantpeopleshow]

Goats are demons 🐐

French are demons 🇫🇷

Life is demons 😔

Sacrifice to the Dark Lord 😈

[brain-r0tten]

Cringetober #1 Screenshot Redraw

[tenoart]

Finally finished this Xornoth peice that's been in my back log forever - not enough fun designs for their demon form so here's take and some head cannons under the line

I like the idea he was the favorite kid who was expected to be the champion of Aeor when they and Scott were kids. Like Xornoth was the golden child, except he wasn't. He was trouble maker, charming and loved by all of rivendell but because every mistake he made was hidden and they got away with it due to being the expected champion; I like to think they got the fire powers from Exor but was born with nether plant magic, which would seem much more beneficial and charming in rivendell where there's already snow all the time making Scott's powers useless and seem like a bad sign.

I like to imagine this made Xornoth delusional as he got older, thinking they actually were meant to lead rivendell and be the champion of Aeor, but Scott stole his fate. That Xornoth thinks he's still the good one and this is all Scott's fault for ruining their fates. I feel like it's a fun motivation for them to despise Scott more and more. Also imagine he started to follow Exor out of curiosity, thinking he was so above it all that it wouldn't matter if he dabbled in it. Ie: Xornoth's Ego is their downfall while Scott's self loathing is his.

[persnyx]

waiting for them to call me in for my next confession

[fafnir19]

Would it be possible to ask if I could be turned into a demon himbo please?

The excitement of the upcoming soccer match buzzed through the air as you and your teammates, the Golden Army, arrived in the quaint town for the tournament. You shared a laugh with your twin brother, Logan, as you stepped into the opulent lobby of the hotel, its grandeur matching to your  success. The team had spared no expense, booking luxurious suites for the duration of your stay. You and Logan, inseparable as always, had the most extravagant suite of all—a spacious black and gold haven. After checking in, you decided to hit the hotel gym, eager to keep up with your training regimen. As you worked up a sweat, the anticipation of the soccer tournament grew, and you imagined the sweet taste of victory. Dripping with sweat, you headed back to your suite, ready for a hot shower. As you entered, a familiar scene greeted you—Logan, your mirror image, entangled with a stranger. This time, it was a blond twink, his lithe body pressed against Logan's muscular frame. You smirked, remembering the countless flings Logan had during your travels. He never seemed to tire of finding new playthings in each town. Usually, you'd join in the post-training make-out sessions, but today, something holds you back. Perhaps it's the intensity in Logan's eyes as he kisses the boy. Unbothered by your presence, Logan continues his display, his hands now roaming freely over the twink's slender frame. You shake your head, deciding it's time for your shower.

As you turn to leave, a faint blue light catches your attention. The blue light began to glow from the blond's palms, and before you could react, a sphere of energy was launched in your direction. It enveloped you, and in a flash, your world changed. Your golden soccer kit melted away, replaced by a skimpy silver thong that left little to the imagination. You felt a strange sensation on your temples, and when you reached up, you discovered small, delicate horns. As if that wasn't bizarre enough, wings sprouted from your back, and your body transformed. Your muscular build softened, becoming lean and graceful, and your features took on a more youthful, boyish appearance. You stumble, falling to your knees, the room spinning as you adjust to this unexpected shift.

Kneeling on the floor, you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. But your confusion was short-lived as your gaze fell on Logan. In that moment, you saw him as if for the first time. His chiseled features, so similar to your own, now held a new allure. Lust stirred within you, an unfamiliar desire was swelling in you. The fact that he is your twin brother no longer seems to matter as desire clouds your judgment. Your plan was simple: pleasure him until he was putty in your hands, and then take what you wanted. With determination, you pull down his shorts, exposing his manhood.

Your tongue darts out, licking the tip of his cock, and you hear a soft moan escape his lips. "Mmm... Scott, that feels incredible," Logan's voice is husky with desire. As you work his shaft, taking it deeper into your mouth, his cock responds, growing harder with each suckle and moan.

The blond twink, the sorcerer who had altered your form, moves behind you, his touch light on your back. But your attention is solely on Logan, and the twink's presence fades into the background. His fingers trail down your spine, causing a shiver, and then there's a slight pressure as he pushes a finger into your tight hole. You gasp around Logan's cock, the sensation both unexpected and strangely arousing. The twink's other hand finds your horns, stroking them gently, and you realize these touches are not just arousing but also soothing, making you pliable. "Ah... yes, just like that," Logan's voice is a low growl, his hips moving slightly, encouraging you to take more of him. The sorcerer's fingers continue their dance, working you open, and your own cock throbs with need. You're so focused on Logan's pleasure that you barely register the twink's actions until he adds a second finger, stretching you further. "Oh, fuck!" Logan's hips jerk, and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth as he gets closer to the edge. Your own desire spikes, and you know this is the moment. Pulling off his cock, you look up at Logan with lust-filled eyes. "I want you, Logan. Let me take you."

But before Logan can respond, the twink coos, his voice like silk, "Ah, no, no, my little demon!" With a sudden tug on your horns, he pulls you away from Logan, breaking the intimate moment. You stumble back and you lose your balance, falling onto the hardwood floor, your wings spreading instinctively to cushion your fall.

Logan stands above you, his cock hard and glistening with your saliva, a stark contrast to his usual relaxed demeanor. "Oh..." The realization hits you like a punch to the gut. This isn't how it was supposed to go. You were meant to be the one in control, dominating Logan, not the other way around. Logan's eyes burn with a new fire, and he doesn't hesitate. He steps between your legs, tearing the silver thong away. "No, wait!" you cry out as Logan positions himself at your entrance. The tables had turned, and he was now the one in control. His hard cock thrust into you, claiming your body with a ferocity that left you breathless. The sorcerer continues to stroke your horns, and you feel a wave of submission wash over you. Your protests die in your throat as Logan thrusts forward, claiming you further in swift motions. "Ahh!" Your cry echoes in the room as Logan fills you, his cock pushing past the resistance of your soul. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you, and your body becoming a vessel for his pleasure. "Sweet little demon, surrender to your new form," the twink purrs, his voice hypnotic. The stroking of your horns sends a strange calm through your body, making it hard to think, let alone resist. "Ah, yes, let go of your human inhibitions," the twink whispered, his fingers trailing down your back, sending shivers through your body. "You're not one of them anymore. You're a demon, a creature of pure desire and pleasure." Logan's thrusts became more intense, his moans filling the room. The feeling of his hard cock inside you was overwhelming, and you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, your body betraying your previous desires. "That's it, let it go," the twink encouraged, his fingers now stroking your horns with increasing speed. "You're not Scott, the soccer player. You're Sxodnir, a demon of lust and desire. Your purpose is to serve and please." His words resonated within you, and as Logan's pace quickened, you felt a surge of arousal. Your eyes widen as you realize what's happening. The stroking of your horns was like a spell, making you pliable and docile, erasing your former desires. "Oh... oh yes!" Logan's voice cracked as he drove into you, his body glistening with sweat. His eyes locked with yours, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the brother you knew, but then, something shifted. The brotherly bond faded, replaced by a new, unfamiliar yearning. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. You weren't thinking of Logan as your sibling anymore; he was your master, and the thought sent a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your cock, throbbing and hard, responded to this newfound submission, and you couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of surrender, you climaxed, your essence shooting out in a warm release. Logan's eyes widened as he felt your ass clench around him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to his own release, filling you with his seed. "Yes!" he grunted, his body shuddering. "The transformation is complete!" the twink exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. "You are no longer brothers, but a demon and his master! Sxodnir, the Himbo-demon, is born!"

As your vision clearer in the aftermath of your climax, you see Logan and the twink embracing, their passion evident. "You've given me the perfect gift, Felix. My brother is now an obedient servant." Logan's eyes find yours, and he smiles, a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "Sxodnir, huh? I like the sound of that. No more sharing the spotlight, my … not brother anymore," Logan said smirking down on you. "You'll be the talk of the Golden Army as their new mascot." The twink Felix, now your master, added, "And you'll serve us both with unwavering devotion. The seed of our union will ensure your loyalty." Logan, still standing tall above you, grinned triumphantly. "You were always the more popular one, Scott. Now, as Sxodnir, you'll know your place." As their words sank in, you felt a shift within your very being. The sense of obedience they spoke of wasn't forced; it was natural, a part of your new identity. Logan and Felix as your masters...it feels strangely right, and the idea of being their obedient demon is oddly arousing.

Logan was laying his arm around your shoulder and running with the hand through his hair. "And I think it's time we introduce our new mascot to the team. The Golden Army will love having their very own Himbo-demon." The blond twink nods, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "Indeed, they will adore you, Sxodnir. And you'll adore serving them, won't you?" You can only nod, the words 'yes, master' forming on your lips. A satisfied grin appeared Felix’ face, "I knew you'd be the perfect little slut, Sxodnir!" "I... I am yours," you whisper, your voice filled with newfound submission. Logan and Felix exchanged a satisfied glance, their plan a success.  Your words were simple, but it holds all the devotion and obedience you now feel. No longer a soccer player, no longer Scott, you are Sxodnir, a lower demon with a purpose—to bring luck and pleasure to the Golden Army and to serve your new masters faithfully. As the team's mascot, your presence brings an air of magic and excitement to their games. The players touch your horns for luck before each match, which drives you wild by lust, your new form a testament to the power of sorcery and desire.