#demon hunter AU

[beethatwee]

A possible scene for a future chapter. I wanted to draw glowy magic stuff mostly

Moon gives only one warning

[decentsoupperson]

Ghost/Demon Hunters Au

Adam is trying to prove they are real, he has been a big believer since his encounter.

Lucifer is secretly a demon and Adams partner for the YouTube channel they do.

They go to haunted abandoned places to try and prove they are real while Lucifer tries to keep the existence and true identity a secret.

You know how animals for that eye thing whenever you take a picture of them with the flash on?

What if that was how Lucifer got exposed to Adam?

Adam, looking through the footage so he can edit it.

Sees Lucifer's eyes.

Adam: What the fuck?

[phantom-dc]

Anyone remember the Demon Hunter AU from over a decade ago? Who wants to bring it back?

[damedechance]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐆

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Pairing: Gwynriel Status: ongoing Rated: E (Explicit) Summary: After a rather abrupt end to his illustrious career as one of the most sought after demon hunters this side of the Mississippi, Azriel runs away to the Florida glades for some peace and quiet. He's just starting to come to terms with his new, unexciting life, when someone from his past comes to tear it all up and drag him back into the world of violence and destruction. He isn't sure what it says about his mental state that he doesn't really seem to mind. *CW: some non/dubcon, blood and violence related to the demon hunting, and Azriel desperately needs a bath :(

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A black cat, scrawny but with a shiny, sleek coat, comes from nowhere and ducks beneath the bend of his knee to begin to circle the bowl. Despite the rather persuasive display, Azriel stops. Narrows his eyes at the food still sitting in the bottom of the bowl. 

“Why should I give you more?” Azriel says, his indulgent tone at odds with his words as he allows the cat to butt its head against his knuckles. “You didn't even finish your breakfast.”

The cat is just another thing Azriel adopted from the old hermit. Like his reclusive habits, his taste in whiskey, and his surprising lack of revulsion at the strum of a banjo at the only bar in town–and the stray cat too small for how old she probably is, too skinny. She's filled out some since he got here, and Azriel is surprised at how concerned he is that she hasn't eaten anything today. Wondering if she might be sick.

Pressing his lips together, Azriel shakes out the canned food where it falls on top of the kibble left in the bowl. As she scarfs it down, he reaches down to scratch between her shoulder blades.

“Dry food too bland for your refined tastes?” He croons to her, knowing good and well that she was dining on swamp rats before him. “That it?”

The cat's response is a low, displeased rumble around the food she's shoveling into her mouth. She even starts to crunch the dry food at the bottom, and Azriel flicks her ear fondly before moving to stand up. He considers bending over the sink to dip his head under the faucet, in lieu of a real bath, but he's suddenly so exhausted. The cigarette didn't soothe his nerves like he'd hoped it would, and maybe it's the night or the heat, but suddenly all he wants to do is lay in bed until his bones melt and fuse together and he becomes a statue of himself.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Azriel leaves the cat to her meal and ducks under the doorframe to his bedroom. Hurriedly, he kicks off his shoes, one of them landing somewhere beneath the bed, and then sets the new pack of cigarettes right next to the old one on top of the overturned cardboard box currently serving as his nightstand. There's a worn paperback there, too. The old man left a lot of those–Hemingway and other stories of war, glory, and country. Azriel uses them to shut his mind off. 

The bed lets out a concerning groan as Azriel collapses onto the mattress face down. But when it doesn't break beneath his weight, he snakes his arms under the flat pillow, and searches for his dagger–the one momento from his life before that he had cared to keep. He grips the hilt tightly in his fist as the fingers of his other hand brush over the cool metal bars of his rickety bedframe. None of his demons can follow him this far into the swamp, he tells himself to fall asleep. Knowing, of course, that even if they can't find him in this house, he has no hope at all of outrunning them in his dreams.

[shellyseashell]

posts that remind me of maddy mim

[scheepstep]

"There are two ways for Devil Arms to be created. A demon will turn into a weapon of overwhelming power if it has been defeated and becomes submissive, or a demon will change into a weapon if there is a strong emotional bond present." - Devil May Cry Wiki

The Blood God was a once powerful demon, feared even among his own kind. His only weakness? A particularly stubborn demon hunter named Phil Now, Phil didn't have the gear that most demon hunters that tried to face The Blood God had.

Just with a pistol and a blade that had seen better days, the human challenged The Blood God every time He would pay a visit to the mortal realm. It became almost like... a game. The Blood God quickly figured out that the young hunter had no interest in killing him.

No, he was just a hot headed kid who wanted to prove himself. More than once, The Blood God found himself stopping their fights because Phil had gotten too hurt during it The two became... close. Closer to any human that The Blood God had ever gotten to. Phil had even given the -demon what the humans called 'a nickname'

Technoblade.

Apparently a joke based on the way his sword glowed during battle. Many, many years had gone by, and Technoblade had found himself watching Phil grow from a cocky teen to a skilled adult. He found himself proud of Phil

So when Technoblade had finally met his match at the hands of another hunter, he knew what he had to do He was happy that Phil had found him before his time had come.

He hated to see Phil so sad, but he promised the man that with this way, they would never truly be separated....

Phil had never owned a Devil Weapon before. He'd never defeated one so strong. But with his new sword in hand, a blade that glowed more red with each kill dubbed Blood God, he knew what each swing of it truly meant:

Technoblade Never Dies

[ladylucariorx]

Vegeta Official Artwork made by me - Demon Hunter Goku: A Dragon Ball Alternate Story

[cottonfeltgembira]

"my totally not half demon half human demon hunter boyfriend who is hot and in a band invited me to her latest gig"

[siderealscribblings]

LeBlanc Coffee and Curry Honolulu, Hawaii 

Jimmy Tanaka’s Japanese was godawful, but he had grandparents that lived in Okinawa so Sojiro made an effort to help him practice. He had done so much evil in his life that a handful of good deeds would do little to cleanse his soul, but Sojiro hoped that the occasional act of kindness would at least earn him a kinder form of damnation. 

Jimmy spoke Japanese with all the hallmarks of a young man alienated from his parents’ culture, drawing out the u in Sojiro’s last name until it sounded like he was saying “Sah-KOO-rah” despite his gentle admonishments. Still, he was a breath of fresh air among the aging Japanese expats and locals that typically flooded his cafe. They would cluster around the front stoop, grousing about tourists and playing cards while they smoked and waited for their orders to arrive.  It wasn’t too popular; Sojiro never made it a point to advertise. Advertising invited unwanted attention, which Sojiro had avoided successfully for years. 

Hiding in a bustling tourist city on American soil offered him more protection than hunkering down in a bolt-hole somewhere in Japan. S.E.E.S. might be bold enough to march armed into hell, but not bold enough to provoke a response from the United States. The rather liberal Yankee gun-policy meant that Sojiro could reliably stow a weapon under his register without too many eyebrows being raised. He had never been a field operative and would likely die in any fair gunfight. But he kept it meticulously oiled and loaded and never far from reach. The other shoe was going to drop someday, and Sojiro would be ready for it when it finally did. 

Until then, he had work to do; at home, and at the restaurant slinging plates of warm curry and hot coffee. 

“Jimmy, order for Table 2!” Sojiro called in Japanese, sliding two katsu curry plates onto a tray and ringing the doorbell. 

“Table…” The young man’s brow furrowed, trying to remember his Japanese. “Ah, naruhodo!” 

Do you really? Sojiro thought, watching the young man walk to Tables 3, 4, and 5 before finally remembering what the Japanese word for two was. Then again Sojiro’s English was only adequate after nearly a decade abroad. Between the two of them, they had enough English and Japanese experience to carry on a full conversation in two broken languages. 

“You get the overseas news, Sa-ku-ra-san?” Jimmy asked as he returned behind the counter. 

“Nah…been busy,” Sojiro grunted in English, cracking open a glass coke bottle and taking a sip. Synthesizing baalsulfuric aether with components outside the Metaverse was impossible, so naturally it took a whole week of sleepless nights to figure out how to do it. “Anything interesting?” 

“Some hella yabai stuff going on,” Jimmy whistled. “Bunch of…uh… thieves?” 

“Thieves?” Sojiro snorted. “What did they steal?” 

“Nothing yet; they’re like crazy, uh… hacker thieves,” Jimmy said after a moment of fumbling with the pronunciation. “Took over a radio station or something I guess; started making threats to the police and a bunch of famous people.” 

“That so?” Sojiro chuckled. Everyone is a drama queen these days. 

“They got a couple of babes with them though,” Jimmy said, scrolling through his phone and pulling up an image clipped from one of the broadcasts. “Check out the blonde in the catsuit.” 

Sojiro sighed, leaning over to look at Jimmy’s phone for a moment before turning back to the stove. “She’s a bit young for me, but I guess she’s up your- wait! ” 

Panic raced through Sojiro as he suddenly reached out and grabbed Jimmy’s phone before he could tuck it away. “Let me see that again.” 

Jimmy’s smirk spread as he passed Sojiro the phone. “Told ya she was hot…though the chick in the biker gear has some nice legs too.” 

Sojiro was half listening, eyes tracing the lines of glowing energy that snaked under the thieves’ masks in disbelief. “H-How long have they been robbing people?! Have they appeared in public or just on the news?! When did they show up?!” 

“Uh…” Jimmy blinked, struggling with the flood of Japanese. “I don’t really know…maybe a few weeks, or so ago? The forums are all buzzing with gossip but- hey!” 

“Watch the shop!” Sojiro called over his shoulder, grabbing his pistol and tucking it into the waistband of his slacks. “And send me that link!” 

Sojiro heard his protegee call something back to him but couldn’t hear what over the pounding in his own ears. The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the sidewalk as he made it towards his car parked in a side-alley. He whipped out a pocket mirror, carefully inspecting the undercarriage for misplaced wiring or lumpy blocks of C4 before sliding into the driver’s seat and tearing out onto the main road. 

Traffic was infuriatingly dense on the way back to his unassuming white house tucked away in the corner of an unassuming neighborhood. The money from his previous career could have furnished beachfront property, yet the small, overgrown home far away from the tourist spots had been perfect. Neighbors were friendly, but old, blind, and hard of hearing; if the gadget in the basement blew up, it would only kill those who had lived full lives already. Heavy iron bars rattled on the front door as Sojiro’s hands shook trying to open it, the eye of a single security camera following him into the house as he slammed and bolted the door behind him. 

"Hey!" Sojiro called into the house. "Get up here; you need to see this!" 

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[crazywolf828]

They'd done a decent amount of work the past six months, managing to mostly rebuild three towns. Though, between Yang's natural strength, and Ilia insisting she make up for what she'd done, it wasn't that surprising. Demons helping people instead of hurting them, it's hilarious, something Yang never would have believed. They're currently in Kuroyuri, it had been left to ash, the frames of structures weak, ready to fall if the wind so much as blew wrong. That's where Yang started, you can't live in a town if there's nothing to live in after all. Blake and Ilia are currently on their way to where the survivors had taken refuge, to explain the situation, see if there was anyone who could help rebuild this world that was destroyed. That Yang had destroyed.

Last chapter of the demon hunter au is up! It's been a ride, so thank y'all for sticking around for it!

[julymarte]

new KoS AUs suggested on IG, the magical girl AU would be like the modern one  akja a continuation of the KoM one

[beethatwee]

More bickering from the mortal enemies. Can you guess what they’re arguing about?

[theprofessionalpromptmaker]

National Creativity Day & Day of Wreaths and Feast of the Most Holy Body

Person A has a special power that lets them turn spoken words into physical objects, but the more descriptive their creation spell, the more sturdy the object is. So simply described items can poof out of existence easily while highly described ones will remain tangible. Person A thinks nothing of their power and uses it purely for home decor, until they get hunted down by Person B, who claims Person A is the last piece of a long-dormant god that was ripped apart as punishment and spread across the world. Now each piece has morphed into a sentient person and are heading to find each other and Person B is tasked with keeping them dormant and is hunting the pieces.

[Overflow for today's obscure holidays is available on Patreon!]

[phantom-dc]

Hey, i have a poll for the Demon AU!

Its about Technus. His whole gig is technology, but that is quite scarce in medieval times. So, are we giving him something different? I think its neccesary, and personally i think he could have a bug theme!

He already has a spider form, he can still make on the web puns, and we dont have a bug themed villain yet. Plus, this gives another character a new look.

Valerie's second armor could look like an exo-skeleton, with wings and the like. Her first armor from Vlad would be more knight-like, but this one would be bug themed. What do you think? Let me know!

[shellyseashell]

posts that remind me of aziz :)

[somerandomcockroach]