#demon and human

[taus-inc]

my sister got me to do this art challenge w her and here are the results !!!

base by @/Left_sick__2👇🏾

[crazycatgirl420]

Have Love, Not War

Valerie expected a battlefield. Stepping out of the portal, onto the stone platform she had left, her once-groom laying dead under Chava's feet and an audience of wide eyed and scandalized Noblity, she added 'is time travel possible?' To the list of questions she would be asking Ann.

Chava kicked the still warm corpse off the platform. Then turned to look around the wedding hall.

"...are we still gathered here today for a wedding?" The Preist asked.

"Chava, Demon Lady of Gluttony, would you marry me?" Valerie asked, pulling Chava's hands to her lips to kiss her claws.

"Valerie, Princess of a Human Kingdom," chava said. "Yes, I will marry you."

Chava's family started appearing in the audience, startling the humans around them.

As the Preist began the ceremony, Valerie knew what vows she would be making.

"I vow to cherish you, to love and respect you, for as long as I live,"

"I vow to love and respect you, to cherish our time together, for the rest of my life,"

"You may Kiss The bride,"

It was the best kiss, even with Richard screaming 'Ew' from his seat next to their father.

"Your brother?" Chava asked, her claws tangled in the lace Valerie's dress.

"He can be such a brat," Valerie sighed.

"Me too," Chava said, before pulling Valerie down for another kiss.

[drazenarts]

A sketch page for my bby!

This is for an AU where he’s going trough an incubus transformation and running a wedding shop. So I hope you enjoy! 🇭🇷✨💪🏻

[neutralvibe]

Way out there

Warning: mention of blood and dead animal (hunt)

(Picture not mine found it on Pinterest)

Song: Fantasy Ambience - Alexander Nakarada

"What's out there?"

The man slowly perched up at the quiet voice that just spoke along the the chants of the river beside him. He looked down at the small girl as her gaze was far ahead of her, towards the mountains of eternal cold, instead of the water that she was playing with just a few moments ago. She was in deep thoughts. He could tell by the way she was so focused on the view head, as if all the things around her didn't matter anymore. From day one, she was a mystery to him, she never acted like a normal child. Normally, a child is noisy and loud, always wants attention and can't live without help. They were annoying and helpless. At least that's what he thought of them. But she was never like that. Since the day he was tasked to care for her as his own, he never saw those traits on her. Always stayed on the quiet side, rare were the times he heard her cry or complain. Hes sure he can count them on one hand. It's in those moments where he wonder where she came from. She was quick on learning new things, was able to keep up with him during hunting and had showed great potential in battle but also in special abilities, but she was still to young to confirm. He sighs deeply as he repositioned himself on the rock he was sitting on before returning his gaze down on the animal he had hunted and carefully continued pilling off its fur with his knife.

"Mountains."

His deep hoarse voice pierced through all the sounds around them. Making it stand out. It was a simple answer, clear and to the point. Just like him. He wasn't a big talker, usually tends to communicate his intentions and emotions through the bond he shared with her. And now all he wanted was some peace and quiet for the rest of the evening. But unfortunately for him, his (he dare say) daughter was in a talkatif mood. Which would happen every blue moon if the stars were aligned. Slowly she got up from her sitting position on the grass to stand as if she was trying to see further in the distance. He watched her from the corner of his deep eyes and immediately noticed the that the old clothing she was wearing, if you could even call it that, was getting way passed its time. No it looked more like an old rag than a oversized shirt. With all the stitches and patches to hold the fabric together someone could mistake it for a poor attempt of a potato bag. He mentally told himself that he would have to go get some fresh clothes for her instead of the old potatoe bag that reaches her knees and the small fabric that vaguely resembles of shorts. She slowly turned to face him. The sudden movement made him look up to her. Bright blue eyes meet his deep oranges ones.

"What's beyond those mountains?"

Slightly taking aback by the question, he momentarily stop his smooth motion with the knife before resuming what he was doing. The young girl turn to look back at the mountains. Giving him a good view of her wings. They were still growing, the slightly grey feathers told him so, but some of her feathers has started to take a deep black color which meant that in a few years or so he would have to teach her how to fly. He pushed aside that small realization to refocus on the question he was asked. He looked back at his handiwork before he flopped down on the ground to wash off the blood on fur in the crystal clear water that was now leaving trails of red in the river.

"A world."

He didn't looked up at her this time. But he could feel through the bond that she wanted to know more. Sighing deeply, he quickly finish cleaning the fur before throwing it over his built shoulder. He grabbed the bag that was resting against the rock he was previously sitting on to put their soon to be dinner in it. He looked back at the girl as he got up ready to leave. She was still looking head of her. The gentle breeze made her black hair move in its passing.

"Can we go there?"

This time, it was him who had fallen in deep thoughts. He knew she was to young to go yet. If she did, she would get killed immediately. They were people out there that are after her. They all seek the same from her, her powers that had yet to shine. He thought it was ridiculous that people would go after a child for power, some were really desperate or really afraid... Either way, it didn't matter to him, he would protect this child as long as he can. Just like he promised all those years ago when she was entrusted to him. He did thought about the irony of the situation when she was given to him. Him a demon. A demon was entrusted to keep a child safe. Ironic isn't it? But she wasn't just any child, he could tell by her energy signature, she was...something. Something he never saw during his life. It didn't matter... At least not now...He looked a head of him towards the mountains.

"Not yet,"

Stretching his dark bat like wings before relaxing his posture, he grabbed his dark cloak and silently put it on (now covering his wings) before swinging the bag over his shoulder and started to walk away, signaling that the conversation was over. But little did he know she was not done yet.

Her bare feet would gently land on the grass, leaving a small trail behind her. From the lack of noise she was making he could mistake her for an animal passing by. The complete opposite of the strong sound of his boots hitting the ground with every step he took. She was silently following beside him as she look towards the forest before letting out a huff and turn in his direction again.

"Why not?"

Letting out a deep sigh that seems to come out from the pit of his lungs. He stops and look down at her. His orange eyes pursing hers making his stare look darker than it was. He flashed a warning glance at her. He was in no mood to talk, he made it shown, but that didn't seem to stop her as she looks up at him with the same neutral face she seemed to have grown up with.

They stared at each other for what seem to be more than a minute before he sighs in defeat and relax his stands.

"It's dangerous out there, your not ready to go yet"

He calmly explained as shift the bag more comfortably over his shoulders. His daughter kept looking at him with a curious gaze, urging him to continue.

Knowing that he could no longer avoid the conversation, he sighs as he slowly drop to his knees to be at eye level with the girl. She look at him expectantly, he saw an eagerness in her eyes that he was use to see when she had a goal in mind. He placed the bag on the soft grass below him before putting his hands on the shoulders of the young one. He look at her blue eyes that seem to slightly change to green, uncertain. Slightly frowning, he slowly drift his gaze at the mountains. He could see the clouds slowly drift by, letting the blue of the sky peek between them. Birds were minding their own as they fly free with wind. He look back at his daughter, seeing this serene stare that always reminded him of...her... He took a deep breath before starting.

"As peaceful this world may look like out there, the people that lives in it are not."

He slightly grip her shoulders, wanting her to understand what he was telling her. He knew she was too young, he knew she was going to try and go out there. That's what curious minds do. That's what gets them killed. That's what got her killed. He spoke with weight on his shoulders as memories rush back to him. He doesn't want her to end up like...her...

"Which is why you need to be ready before going out there."

The demon observed his daughter with a seriousness that the girl knew all to well.

"When you will be ready, we will go."

Letting go of her shoulders, he grabs the bag off of the floor and put it back on his shoulder before standing back up. With that, he turns and continue to walk home.

The small girl understood very well what he meant, without understanding the experience. She already knew, but she needed to hear it from him. She followed close beside him, walking closer to the edge of the forest together. She reaches out for his hand, searching for deep down comfort that they will make it together and that they both will be there for one another.

Almost immediately he returned the gesture. They both send comfort through the bond they shared. This moments made him remembered the very first time they met. It made him remembered why he was still here, why he was still fighting. That day just like this one, he swore to protect her until the very end like the daughter he never got to have.

Whatever it be here or way out there, he will be there to protect her.

[clarisimart]

tfw you realize the mortal you where planning on using and discarding, is a little unhinged actually, and matches your freak so you scrap that plan and start planning to rule the universe together

AKA bill realizes Ford "is just like him fr"

The page in The book of Bill that started this nonesense

commission info here

Transcript of text from the page of TBOB under the cut

Text reads: "Unfased, F has been making hot cocoa and welding rivets while playing christmas songs on the radio. (These songs make no sense. Why did Rudolph forgive his tormentors for their mockery of his facial deformity? He should have used his red-hot nose to burn his oppressor's workshop to the ground. A lesson to all!)"

[specshroom]

Demon / imp friend who keeps pretending they can't control their tail⤵

Pretending to be bashful when it winds its way around your thigh or wraps around your waist.

"Oh! Sorry haha, this damn thing. Like it has a mind of it's own 😅"

You let it slide because you like them, until one day you see them not so discreetly catch a pencil with their tail and manoeuvre it expertly back into the pen holder on the desk it fell from.

You pretend not to notice, your sneaky suspicion now confirmed.

So the next time they're sitting next to you and their slinky tail starts winding around the fat of your thigh, you're so ready for it.

"You're doing it again."

They turn away from what they were pretending to focus on, act all bashful and start apologising,

"Oh shit, I'm sorry."

Before your demonic friend can retreat, you cross your legs, effectively trapping their coiled tail between your warm thighs.

"It's alright, I don't mind."

You say dismissively, as you lightly stroke the arrow shaped point at the end of the tail with your thumbs.

You feel them shiver and look up to see them practically panting, staring down at you with heart shaped eyes and hot cheeks.

⛧𖤍⛧

[veramitar]

Radio Man

[horny-rose]

Nsfw. Monster fucker mood again :)

Never come close to a demon in heat. Especially an Incubus. Just the smell of his sweat and hormones, the pure feral lust in the air is palpable. His dick struggles to remain in sizes that could be easily taken by a mortal, (by you). He’s shamelessly rutting up and against anything that has your scent on it. Your furniture, your bed, your clothes, which are all torn to shreds now as he fucks and fucks and fucks, eventually just rutting his monstrous cock into some fabric scraps in his hand, lube and precum flowing to the floor as his feral pants, trying to find the release he seeks.

He can’t control his body now, it stretches to the ceiling, his horns scratching holes in the tiles, his body so overgrown, the four arms barely able to grab his cock before it splits into two equally thick 18” long poles, filled and overflowing with his seed. His tail lashes around, trying to find anything that will ease his suffering. Anything that reminds him of your tight holes, your sinfully sweet voice, your adorably lewd behaviours. He needs you, but in his feral animalistic state, you both know that he'd ruin you far worse than anything before. And so he ruts, and ruts alone. He gets creative using his own insanely long tongue, wrapping around his cocks like a snake. And with one demonic groan he cums, rope after rope of thick, sticky seed. All wasted in his mind. Whimpering your name like a broken prayer. But it’s okay, he's not done. He still needs you, to fuck

[liberumalas]

The hunting lodge

[nanami1chu]

Someone please write about Cursed Cat Alastor!!

He’s so ugly but funny looking at the same time it’s cute! I want him lmao ❤️

[notherpuppet]

“Looks like you could use some help” ♥️

A human Alastor meets the Devil 📻🍎

[davinawritings]

Monster stalker that wants his scent on you so bad that he cums in your hair products.

He knows you always use leave in conditioner after your shower so obviously that is his main target. It is already a thick, white, and creamy consistency anyway.

He waits outside your home until he sees you leave before he breaks in. He dumps half of the product down the sink, making sure no trace is left behind.

He spends hours just cumming over and over again into the bottle. He mixes it up well so you don’t notice. Your human nose can only smell the scent of the synthetic fragrance.

His scent may not be noticeable to humans but other monsters will be able to smell his claim on you.

He only needs to keep the other monsters away a little longer. He has almost finished renovating his house, making everything perfect for his little human. Once that’s done he’ll be able to take you and claim you as his own. Then he can fill your cunt with his cum and truly claim you.

Until then, this will have to do.

❤️🖤💕💕🖤❤️

[dunmeshistash]

Something that completely flew over my head (I am not very observant), I was rereading chapter 87: Winged Lion II to re-check some things about dungeons and I just now realized the ancient humans weren't from the current races we know.

They seem to have characteristics from several of the human races together, and some of them even seem to have fur (like demi-humans?)

It's even implied that the lifespan differences and physical differences (the two asking for muscles and using magic in the background) were due to the Demon granting wishes

I did notice this part but I didn't realize this was probably part of the source of the race differences rather than the races already being different and wishing for different things.

So at some point the human races might have been even more closely related, before a powerful being influenced their evolution.

[cammy-mcspammy]

My interpretation on how human bill came to be, ig? (ALSO SORRY, I MEANT DD&MD.. or idk how to abbreviate it)

[jib0]

day 6.

sleeping / dancing.

[snek-eyes]

Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.