#devilshipping

[mangominnow]

Day 8 - Friendship

[summerdreamss]

Pokemon Ship Stamp Batch #1

I edited some Pokemon stamps! Use them for your HTML needs :)

Just make sure the stamps have their URLs in tact.

Other batches:

Batch #1

Batch #2

Batch #3

Batch #4

Batch #5

Batch #6

[thanksconsole]

Another fic I wrote while taking a break from my long fic, this time centering around Sidney and Phoebe, as I think they're hella underrated as a ship.

[homoishharajuku]

Cover Art Fix Tho

Song: Godship + Devilship (Prod. Yo Creator)

Go listen I dare you too tho. >:3 !!!!!!!

🤳🏾🧁⌚️+🤳🏾🫃🏾⌚️=🤳🏾🎭⌚️x🤳🏾👹⌚️

[manibolly]

Henry Purcell - She loves and she confesses too

She Loves and She Confesses, Too

by Henry Purcell

She loves and she confesses too,

There’s then at last no more to do;

The happy work’s entirely done,

Enter the town which thou hast won;

The fruits of conquest now begin,

Io, triumph, enter in.

What’s this, ye Gods! What can it be?

Remains there still an enemy?

Bold Honour stands up in the gate,

And would yet capitulate.

Have I o’ercome all real foes,

And shall this phantom me oppose?

Noisy nothing, stalking shade,

By what witchcraft wert thou made,

Thou empty cause of solid harms?

But I shall find out counter charms,

Thy airy devilship to remove

From this circle here of love.

Sure I shall rid myself of thee

By the night’s obscurity,

And obscurer secrecy;

Unlike to ev’ry other spright

Thou attempt’st not men to affright

Nor appear’st but in the light.

[emptywindprisoner]

15 february 2023

Continued Story:::: Covert lies and Martian inside the giant computer 3D orbs portable ops camera

[7:44 PM]The specter of Devilship has token over the earth and universe but the metal wood gold and silver water fire earth sun and moon god. combines all elements to heal the universe. Has the evil old forces try to stop honesty and love to spread....... Human have been unarmed and unaware for oh so long. Until the specter completely dissappear in a space ship and doesnt stand a chance of forgiveness for his sins. Time for a prayers. The empire shall scare with truth and justice shall reign all over and the law rectifies the universe, cosmos heaven and earth, adam and eve live in peace. Where the 10 commandments are fulfilled beautifully with love, and companionship and embodies One mind one thought and courage

[rvtedrkstar]

https://on.soundcloud.com/LhUawuHH9G1mtXWq9

Out now

[filipinoizukuu]

S SHSHHE GAVE UP DEVILSHIP FOR HIMMMMM

[mangominnow]

Angel's Friends Multishipping Tags

raf x sulfus - sulraf raf x urie - rafurie raf x sweet - rafsweet raf x miki - mikiraf raf x gaz - rafgaz raf x kabale - kabaraf raf x cabiria - rafiria urie x sweet - urisweet urie x miki - urimiki urie x sulfus - sulurie urie x gaz - uriegaz urie x cabiria - cabiraurie urie x kabale - kabaurie sweet x miki - mikisweet sweet x sulfus - sulsweet sweet x cabiria - cabirasweet sweet x kabale - kabasweet sweet x alexander - sweetander miki x sulfus - sulmiki miki x gaz - gazmiki miki x cabiria - cabiramiki miki x kabale - kabamiki miki x urie x sweet - angelshipping raf x miki x urie x sweet - foreverangelshipping sulfus x gaz - sulgaz sulfus x kabale - kabasul sulfus x cabiria - cabirasul gaz x kabale - kabagaz gaz x cabiria - gazbiria kabale x cabiria - kababiria gaz x cabiria x kabale - devilshipping sulfus x gaz x cabiria x kabale - foreverdevilshipping professor temptel x professor arkan - highsphereshipping cassidy x kubral - powershipping reina x malikai - limboshipping sai x tyco - vetoshipping

[tothepointofinsanity]

Sleepy stream of consciousness writing I did yesterday for anyone who wants to read the text in the last picture in a legible format:

You are a secretary for God. Sayaka Miki has a graceful pair of new shoes to fill after shelving up her previous ones. Hardware renewed for a persistent, limerent virus in this computer. The world is spam when you are wired to the Law of Cycles. Can you keep your eyes ahead? Staring at your feet won’t accordingly shrink the role you accepted, and you think too much about yourself being cursed with your old form simply by treading concrete lime and meeting with Miss Devil. The mermaid bubbles and plays a scene of a drowning girl - you - in your head. She mimics your quiet bubble of anger, inside out, and your hands curl with ire to the wave of her swaying tail. You are her mistress, and the witch betrays little opposition to endorsing your gritting mood. Beneath the sunscreen and cream cuffs, your scales itch, and your heart isn’t where it should be. Not that it has ever been in the right place if everyone thinks drawing strength from your heart is wrong. You tossed it away, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that person brought it back up onto the table, she probably finds it cute, cuckoo over the nest that she is, or however unpleasant the people would put it, and perform that secretive smile as she gifts you your own heart back in a red box. Maybe with a purple ribbon on it, too, so you’d never have the grace of mistaking it as a present from Mami, who had the elegance of gold, nor Madoka, who reshaped the world in a pink, thornless rose.

This and that, pointless mental councils that don’t get you far if you rely on the gurgling of your idle witch. You sat in front of the Devil, white chair grating against the pebbled road, and you were grateful, though never verbally to her, for the lovely umbrella extended on the side which shaded you from the piercing sun. This sentiment is adjacent to courtesy more than anything as you consider that the sun in this pocket world is also fake. It feels warm, it burns you, but the real sun would make you chase for a bathtub to soak yourself in every other hour under it. You wave your hand dismissively. Authenticity is overrated, but you are a knight. What else in this world could be fabricated if the sun itself does not even feel proper? So, you’ve decided to come, the Devil says, clapping her hands together, and there’s suddenly a smoking, gilded tea cup in front of you. You subtly jut your chin out, and it’s affirmed by your senses that it’s chamomile. Whether you could even trust your senses, you refused to indulge the strain on. However, you don’t need to open your mouth to explain that you won’t be drinking or eating any pastries provided from her devilship as her eyes narrowed in that omniscient confidence, and you just continued staring at her. She goes on to say something about how peaceful things have been, then to something about Madoka, and then she stopped herself only when one of her children flung a tomato at her hair.

You didn’t feel amused, rather, the tell of sympathy returns heavy on your tongue. You would speak if she let up her spiral gaze, but it seemed you would not be doing that anytime soon. Miss Devil pranced onwards and onwards on different topics ranging from the potential restrategising of the incubators, the boring academic curriculum, how her dolls are a handful at times…and in the back of your head, as you laid there like a prop skeleton she dug up and sat on the seat herself, you wondered if she was incredibly lonely, that she was no longer content with conversing over the shivering lump of an incubator, and so she invited you here to listen, or at least, watch her talk. Your stubbornness and her eccentric mannerisms have closed off any potential understanding you would have for her, though, and you only continued staring, waiting, glaring for her to conclude.

Today, the Devil concludes with a slow sip of her tea, and flits her eyes to your own. She’s smiling, an expression barely concealed by the petals of the cup she raised to her face, and you drummed your fingers on the glass. Your breath returned to you, and you immediately told her you haven’t the foggiest idea what she had been prattling about, but you were not interested in it in any case. This was the third time she had invited you to tea, and you were never one to turn down social invitations, much less one as posh and sacred as tea, but this was the same procedure as the last time, and then the one before that, and the transfer student you came to be cautious of just repeatedly stroked the back of her palm, studying you.

With this scrutiny, you could do nothing more but do as you would under her influence - sit and wait. Ah! You were almost close to breaking yourself out of her spell by smashing the porcelain tea cup over your own head.

Out of Character.

[seadolph]

fankidtober day 22 - Erin, a Phoebe/Sidney (devilshipping) kid! He’s a coordinator whose entire shtick is running around pretending to be a vampire. Obviously obsessed with vampires, he’s also very into the horror genre. Hyper, jumps around a lot with the cape flared out. Big sense of drama.

[kynimdraws]

Been on a Sidney drawing spree and had to draw my fav pairing of him that isn’t me and him

[sydsfankids]

A Sidney/Phoebe fankid I did for someone over on DA.  The same person I did the Drake/Glacia son for so they’re kind of a pair?

[guardianwallace]

i just think they would be cute together