#gaurdian demons

[daimonpriestess]

My Birthday was today and I spent it buying things for my altars! 😊

I bought a wolf statue to represent Lucifer and I, a galaxy obsidian for Focalor (he asked for a stone that looked like the night sky and I thought this was perfect) as well as adding Marquis Andras to my guardian demons altar, I got him a fluorite heart, an owl figurine and a lovers candle that smells like blood orange & embers. I plan on getting him more things soon!

I also bought Asmodeus's coin and a charm bracelet (not pictured)

[pastelbatfandoms]

King Asmodeus gave me a message when I asked about Bray Wyatt.

Rotunda is in the underworld and happy. He is in his own place where those good souls that die too soon go, it has it's own club. He is also with his spirit brother, Brodie Lee. 🖤🤎

I thought those who cared about him and know the underworld is not a completely bad place would want to know.

[ghostly-bastard-artchive]

Some rough draft busts for a new TMC au I'm working on, have some Demon Adam and Demon Jonah

[ruckis-vandalizes]

I ended up recycling two characters recently, repurposing them to be Ruckis and Geragera's Gaurdian Angels respectively. Gaurdian Angels being a race in OotS (creative name I know /sar)

[astrasdolliriumbadasdollz]

fairies are real here..

custom fairy doll

by me..

[outsider2113]

[weirdfanfic]

Chapter 3, My Future Wife

London is a cold place to be, with no glimpse of the sun, men rushing to work, women cleaning their homes sending their little ones to beg for work or food. I was born lucky a Noble, the daughter of Phantomhive well known to be the queen's guard dog, I was no different so that's why I'm here in oversized pants and a torn dirty button shirt to blend in. There was multiple killing close to the poor side of London and I was assigned to see what was left. I understood I could go as myself and Scotland yard would let me in but my goal is to gain the trust of the people so they speak to me with ease. Arriving at the scene the body was already taken away and the scene was cleaned but it didn't mean there was no evidence left. The crime scene was inside an alleyway looking around I saw scratches on the wall it was clear it wasn't a human. It can be an animal that escapes its habitat or an early personal exotic animal. But the only way to find out is to gather clues.

I only arrived home late at night when I found the twins playing with my future husband or instead it was Ceil playing while Sirius was playing with their cousin Elizabeth. Ceil notices my present and runs towards me sending me a big hug I return by picking him up in my sore arms "Uncle Muzan was playing with me with my soldiers! It was so much fun can you play with us too?" Muzan met my gaze as I put Ceil down. "I'm a bit tired from working my dear why don't you go play with your brother for a bit while I talk to my fiance." The sentence was bittersweet as Muzan gave me a devious smirk "Come my darling let me take you to the game room so you can relax." with a smile I followed him to the game room.

"Your brother was looking for you, he was a bit worried about you." "He's always worried when I go out alone but I needed to do some things for my job,"  taking off my coat that hid my disguise and just fall on the couch sinking off the soft pillows of the hard day of finding clues the detective couldn't find it was hard but I found some hints and statements of witnesses saying it was some sort of beast... "Did you go to the murder scene from that tragedy at the Whitechapel? Rumors say that the killer ate the poor person when they were alive." "Yes, I was curious sadly I arrived too late the police already cleaned up the alleyway when I got there but I don't think it was a person that killed the people it just didn't make sense" I sighed snuggling close to the pillow. "I heard your brother took the case by the queen he looked excited." I lift my head to send him a deadly glare, of course, my brother will take the case but he has the advantage he can look at actual evidence when I have to scavenge for the scraps. "I can be much better than my brother if only they can give me a chance. Even the Queen assigned me to this case too, do you know how hard it is to gain evidence when everyone treats me as a fragile flower, 'You're a woman you should be taking care of your husband and kids.' " I mocked sitting up on the couch. "Why don't we play some chess while we discuss the situation I may be able to help you." Muzan holding the chest board believing I didn't see the smirk he was hiding.

Putting the board on the table makes the first move.

He moves his pawn to start the game

"I overheard your brother talking to a man with grey hair about the killer's move believing the person has an aim but I believe it is not the case, I checked your brother's evidence I noticed the people killed at random covered in their blood."

I move my pawn 

"Looks like someone was a bit curious and started putting their nose shouldn't be, according to the witnesses it was some sort of beast that killed the poor people male or female  but it is brutal mutilation of the body and some with missing limbs,"

He moves his knight 

"I may be able to help with catching this person, most of the crime scenes were done at the alleyway and the autopsy on your brother's desk revealed they were attacked around late to midnight I suggest be bait, and when he attacks hold him at gunpoint and take him to the nearest station. Your respect will be handed to you on a silver platter."

I move my bishop 

"Now where is that gentle Act the last time we met you were oh so gentle and kind are you finally showing your true nature to me? I'm so flattered."

He chuckled moving another pawn toward me

"I'll do anything for my future wife to make them happy is my new goal so why don't you go back and get the respect you deserve."

I captured his castle with my bishop giving a small smile waiting to make his move and taking his horse away.

"I'm growing bored with this game why don't you take your leave, I'll stay here to keep your brother distracted, I suggest you go back to the Whitechapel he kill most of his victims there, and good luck my dear."

I normally won't take sides with any of my brother's business partners but this one is different somehow. I am able my feeling how his crimson eyes give me the comfort of a rose but pain by their thorns, his voice smooth but strong like a snake waiting to strike, and his demeanor like a loin full of pride. But he's a coward with fear in his eyes, his voice stutters at the thought of losing and his demeanor is a disguise of the man he is.

But he can wait for his hints can help me with this case, I need to go back to Whitechapel and find the killer before more people get killed.

(A/N: Hey this is a bit new thing wanted to try out hope y'all like it see you next week. Also made a cheesy Y/N edit to)

[twinflamesandtarot]

Client reading to confirm curse / hex

Who

Why

What

My cards don't lie. When I saw this person walk into the room, my internal warning system went on high alert. His eyes flashed, and he waved, acting as if he knew me; he was mistaken. I was on a video call with my headphones on, and he tried to get my attention. RUDE. My client said to be kind and go for it since he seemed to want a tarot reading. I took the money and laid out a spread. He wanted to know if he was cursed, who did it, and why. The devil came up twice. I now know this is a sign that Satan has doubled down on his futile attempts to distract and destroy a chosen one. The chalice of cups also flew out twice. I asked him if he was intoxicated, and he pulled out a bottle of liquor from his pocket. I told him the devil had him firmly in his grasp. He got up and threw the bottle in the garbage. The Magician also appeared twice. This card is also known as the trickster. This is why one must know how to interpret the cards off book. There are layers and nuances that may not be perceived by a novice. Also, the card combinations are significant. The tarot is an ancient language that requires a true seer. He asked if I did hex removals, and I replied yes. He immediately invited me to his home, offered me a private room, a compensation of $1800, and to cover the cost of a flight to Chicago from LA. I found this offer reasonable as my fee is usually $2500 to cover my expenses. We exchanged emails, and he gave me his address and phone number. The timing was impeccable. I was looking for a place and was living in a hotel. When I returned to my room, I studied the cards again. The energy was heavy, almost daunting, super thick, and oppressive. My intuition told me to look him up on the internet. This man was listed as a sexual offender and had served time for kidnapping, false imprisonment and SA. This man is a pedophile who tied up children to molest them in his home. I know a demon when I see one. The key is not to let on. Play dumb, don't aggravate, just escape.

[jack-the-bat]

Does anyone else remember the gravity falls AU where Dipper and Mabel had demon gaurdians? Dipper had Bill as his cause of some sort of redemption attempt by the axolotl?

Does anyone remember that? I think it was literally called the Demonic Guardians AU.

I wanna find a fic for it but I can only find BillDip and I'm not reading that shit

[spotlightlowlife]

Having only seen her in a pants suit, why exactly would she choose to wear a little dress and tiara to a brutal fight?

If she could become something big and scary, why drag her assumed beloved pets into the mix, costing one their life?

I'm getting the impression Charlie is heavily anime inspired and that her transformation is infact it, with room to accessorise.

Think sailor moon.

Along with object magic.

In Soul Eater we had demon weapon people.

It's cutie, girlie spinoff Soul Eater Not moves a little towards magic girl.

Then there was the classic magic girl series 'revolutionary girl Utena', which definitely took on both.

All that was teased

is what we got.

Pretty gaurdian sailor satan (and I know Satan is someone else in this), but it could all work, take note of these well executed series's that share some similarities.

Why doesn't Charlie use magic anyway? Not even casually in her daily life as a shortcut that will also separate her a little from her 'people', reminding us who she is?

[windsweptinred]

Aziraphale and Crowley 'kinda' adopt a young Hob Gadling when his family gets wipped out by plague/war/famine. And share custody while he grows and they continue to get their own personal sh*t together.

In his mid 30s, Death turns up with a request for him to be a friend/ share some of that family love for life and humanity with her little brother. Possibly don't mention the angel, demon legal gaurdian thing just yet though. Here's the plan.

Cue a complete shift in power dynamics where Hob knows all about the supernatural world and who Dream is. He's just waiting for the right moment to tell him. He was going to in 1889 but that did not go as planned. Aziraphale and Crowley remain alarmingly concerned about the entire thing but are good supportive dad types.

When Dream gets captured Hob comes to the rescue with a whole host of Gaimon verse back up. With a, 'Surprise! Please don't smite my parents. Tah, love you.'

[daimonpriestess]

Demon Downtime #3

So I don't usually talk about my personal work or downtime with My Guardian Demons because well most of it is private (or I'm saving for my book) but I feel like I can share some of what we've done recently.

Helped my Lucifer integrate with a part of himself (I wrote a poem about it on here)

Combined Reality Shifting with my work in The Underworld (I have a portal that acts as a go between to my drs)

Went down to The Underworld to do "Queen stuff" with Asmodeus

Talked and bonded with Ronwe (an aspect of Ronove) who is helping me with shifting. I am very protective of him.

Finally gave in and decided to bond with Marquis Andras (we're courting) He's been trying for months but I've been cautious lol

Realized we have several "past lives" together as well as one where I'm a "Vampire" and he's my sire. An aspect of him anyway.

Andras isn't one for "human media" as he puts it and after I told him his manor reminded me of The Beast's castle (before Belle got there) he asked what Beauty & The Beast was so we watched the movie. I think he liked it, I felt his energy alot during the ballroom scene. Not sure he's into musicals though.

I talked to him about Hazbin Hotel and then we watched an episode he said that it was entertaining, was surprised there was singing, laughed at some of it, cringed when they showed the angels lol said the beginning wasn't totally accurate but Adam IS a narcissist and douchebag. Helluva Boss is next...

Speaking of I am currently being built a hotel in Hell, inspired by Hazbin Hotel (I'm Charli but I'm not rehabbing them to go to heaven) I will lyk when it's finalized.

Meditated and visited Bael what we did I'm keeping a secret for now...🖤

Did a cord cutting with them and Loki. Found out I shouldn't meditate while doing candle magic (especially since my astral form does Fire magic) I opened my eyes and the flame was huge, tall and flickering/twisting alot glad I didn't burn the house down...of course the more chaotic deities enjoyed it. 😏🙄

President Ose is helping me with candle magic and Focalor was their to help me concentrate/mediate.

[nebulabasket]

Remembering a World and History that Nobody Else Has Ever Known

CW: cult mention, death mention, apocalypse mention, religion mention, spirituality, bigotry.

I am a somtive/dreamtive "headmate" (party member; I don't like the term "headmate" for myself), and the lives I remember only seem to exist in this world through me and the dream that brought me here. I say "lives" because, in the world I remember as my own, I am a magical gaurdian beast reincarnated into a human body. I wish I could remember my name from my first life, but here I've come to refer to myself as anymic archaeosapient magical gaurdianbeastkin in lieu of a proper name, let alone one the people of this world would recognize. I was worshipped as a deity in my first life, but I don't really feel like a deity. I was only doing what I needed to do. More on this later, but even given this glorified history, I would be genuinely shocked if anyone in this world were to recognize any of what I remember.

In my first life, I was this powerful magical luminous golden gaurdian beast the size of a small mountain tasked with protecting the world I'm from. I fought this equally powerful, magical, and enormous red serpent-bull-man beast of chaos, death, and destruction. Ultimately, I sealed it away underground where I stayed to gaurd it and make sure it stayed sealed away. As such, I was worshipped as a deity. In this life, I formed a small glowing green rabbit companion in my mind and magically projected it into reality with magic as a sort of helper and messenger. A manifestation of peace and prosperity. After hundreds of years, I faded into a deep slumber, passing on from that life and leaving my rabbit companion to watch over the world in my wake. It was prophesied that I would be reborn into a human vessel far into the future when the red beast begins to break free and my powers would reawaken to seal him away once more.

Well, a few thousand years or so later, I was reincarnated into the human body I have in the inner/other world. Transmasc nonbinary xenogender neopronoun user, aroace, punk, non-religious, neurodivergent, disabled, indigenous, and, as I'd come to find out after never really feeling human anyway, otherkin (I do have much in common with the body in this world). I had never felt like anyone had ever taken me seriously, I didn't have a good relationship with my family, I didn't really have any friends because I sucked at making any, and I was (and honestly still am) generally exhausted and sick of everything. Then one day in my early 20's, some weird guy came up to me spouting about how I was the chosen one or some shit and dragged me to some cult meeting where both of us proceeded to be mocked and ridiculed and I was called a solid handful of slurs. But the guy convinced them to bring me to this alter thing and do some kind of ritual just to be sure. Well, I guess that awakened the past life version of me and I gradually started regaining my memories and powers and my eyes began to glow gold. Unfortunately, the cult wasn't too pleased with this outcome and didn't even know how my magic worked or how I was supposed to seal away the "demon". Well, I guess the green rabbit from my past life had found me and told the weird guy to lead me to the artifact at the alter so I could reawaken my power, and the green rabbit came to me as a guide of sorts and started speaking to me in riddles. There was also this guy that was supposed to be training me, but I don't think he knew what he was doing.

Anyway, I was supposed to solve the riddles to find some hidden extremely unaccessable temple ruins or something to complete some kind of ritual and battle the red beast again to seal him back away once more until the next time he would break free. One of the temples turned out to be underneath a high school, which was a pain in the ass. I went through all that trouble still dealing with all of my personal and health issues on top of that and almost died trying to seal away the red beast, and I was told I couldn't tell anyone or ask for outside help as to not cause mass hysteria, and the weird bigoted cult certainly wasn't any help. After all of that, I hardly even got a begrudging "thank you". Like, I don't want to be worshipped, but recognition and gratitude would at least be nice. I was just expected to just go on living my same shitty life like nothing ever happened, but now with magical powers and new trauma I could never tell anyone about. And don't you think the savior of the world being part of multiple minority groups and being disabled could have brought on at least a little positive change or at least a little hope? Honestly, it's not like anyone would have believed me, anyway. But then I woke up here in this body in this world where none of my achievements even happened or mean anything. I'm still rapidly losing my rights in a hostile environment in a world where I feel even more alone. I just hope someone else out there can relate, I guess.

~ 🌘 Crow 🌔

[xatsperesso]

I've had an idea that i really like but probably won't write for a while (or maybe never) where iruma is very observant and slightly manipulative but like as a survival method

Like he find out his parents sold him and he doesn't really care about that part. They weren't that great anyways, but he needed a legal gaurdian and didn't know anyone who could forge an identity for him anyways

He sees that he's been sold to a demon, and he feels conflicted. On one hand that is a very bad idea and would be completely reckless of him to agree with this, but on the other hand he's curious. Curious about demons and hell and are there any other creatures there? Do demons have tails and wings and horns? Which mythology was right about hell?

And maybe, maybe this could be another chance? At living a nice life? Maybe he doesn't need to wait until he's an adult to finally start living, maybe he doesn't need to stay in this world that turned it's back on him the minute he started walking. Maybe life could be better there, in hell

And it's not like he has anything to lose anyways. Except maybe for his life, but he's been gambling with it since the tender age of 1, so what's new in that?

And so he agrees, with the very stupid plan of attacking Sullivan and booking it the second they arrive at hell. He can't be that much stronger than a grizzly bear, right?

But then sullivan took him by surprise when he proposed to him that he becomes his, grandson? And oh how convenient is that? He wont have to hunt and build a shelter, or hide and defend against hell creatures. He sees this as an absolute win! (And he pushes down the memory of a gentle smile and graying hair on a nice spring day) (yes i want drama i want the word grandpa to be bitter sweet in this fic i dont want him to just accept sullivan as family i want him to overcome and let go of the things he left behind)

And so he acts nice, he acts sweet and bubbly and just the right character that old people love seeing, and he doesn't expect sullivan to be fooled, but he seems to be playing along with him so iruma will act right. He'll act nice until he finds a safer place to be.

Opera is suspicious of him, but they're just a bodygaurd so as long as sullivan wants him around, they won't do anything about him

And then iruma finds out he's going to school, and he feels both excited and annoyed. Excited because school is the perfect place to learn about this world, and annoyed because kids his age are annoying. They never understood him, never felt comfortable around him. Always whispered behind his back about how he was weird and would sometimes go feral and attack other students (they took his hard earned money and said it's no big deal and we'll pay you back later~)

So, school. The uniform looked interesting, it was different. There is a lot of diversity among demons. No one looked at him for too long, he blended in just fine, everything was going alright

Until his new grandpa put the spotlight on him

And made him say the speech instead of another student (favoritism is never a good thing)

And gave a very dangerous spell to cast without telling him how dangerous it was

And got him into trouble with his new teachers

And the freshmen representative came to fight him

What a wonderful first day

And so they fight, iruma dodges because that's a whole new species who could be extremely durable, too hot for his touch especially qith the fire floating around him, so best not test his luck

He keeps dodging, azz gets nad and iruma saves the girl who i can't remember her name, he german suplex azz and gains azz's loyalty

But Iruma doesn't trust this. No one changes so quickly. Azz is definitely scheming something, lowering his gaurd only to stab him in the back

But calling him out is dangerous, and with azz being so close it'd be dangerous, but easier to keep his eyes on him

And so he doesn't shy from azz's approaches (except he disappears into thin air whenever anyone attempts to put him in the spotlight) he'll play along with azz until he can safely cut him out of his life

He's just playing along

[writerbythewater-blog]

Prompt: This is your last chance

Dimitri wondered why he hadn't become a snack for the Strigoi or turned yet. The team that went into the cave had been forced to leave him behind. He knew the risk when he joined the team, and was just glad that Rose had gotten out safely. He had come to terms with his fate. Of course, he hoped they would kill him rather than turn him, but he knew it was out of his hands now.

The Strigoi had broken his legs before tossing him against the wall of the cave. The large group gathered in the center of the cave to whisper about their plan. Dimitri didn't like the way they kept looking over at him like he was a prize to be fought over. The way they would smile at him made his skin crawl. Enough time passed that his broken legs stopped hurting before two of the Strigoi broke away from the group and walked over to him. He snarled at them as they came close.

"Oh, it seems he still has some fight in him." The older Strigoi said in a playful tone.

The one next to them laughed. "Yes. It's cute isn't it."

"Very." The elder said kneeling in front of him. They grabbed his leg sending a stabbing pain up it. Dimitri held back a scream glaring at them.

"Might be hard to break him." The standing Strigoi said.

"Everyone breaks in time, my friend. Now little Gaurdian I have some questions for you. If you help us we might even let you go." The smile they gave him was sickening sweet. Their lips pulled back slightly to show their fangs.

Dimitri pretended to think about the offer. It was tempting and if he were a novice he might have been foolish enough to believe it, but he wasn't. He knew that no matter what he did he wasn't getting out of this with his soul intact. The Strigoi could make all the pretty promises they wanted to. He knew they were all lies. Dimitri spit in their face.

"I don't make deals with demons."

The Strigoi reared back wiping the spit off their face. They glared at him the grip they had on his leg tightening till Dimitri felt the leg in his bone break further. They growled waving the other Strigoi away to go rejoin the group. Dimitri watched them walk away before focusing on the one holding his leg.

"That wasn't very smart little Gaurdian." They said in a low growl.

Dimitri shrugged trying his best to mimic Rose's I-don't-give-a-fuck smirk. His zen attitude wouldn't help him here, and as wild as he had been when he was younger it was still Rose's attitude he tried to mirror now. Her sarcasm and wit. If he got out of this alive he could tell her about it. She would get a kick out of it he was sure. Besides he wanted his last thoughts to be about her.

"How about we try again? We want you to help us get our hands on that Moroi you were guarding. The last of her line."

Dimitri turned his head away crossing his arms. Nothing would make him hand over his charge. Lissa was his charge and more importantly, she was Rose's best friend. He'd never hurt Rose by handing Lissa over. The Strigoi sighed. Out of the corner of his eye, Dimitri saw it reach out toward his chest. He hissed as they broke one of his ribs.

That was how they spent the next few hours. The Strigoi asking questions about Lissa and Dimitri refusing to answer. For each unanswered question, one of his bones was broken. Halfway through he had started screaming, but he still hadn't answered a question. He was a Guardian. He wouldn't break. After nearly all his bones were broken the Strigoi grabbed a fist full of his hair. Dragging him by the hair the Strigoi walked him over to one of the others.

"One last time little Gaurdian. How can we get to Valissa?"

Dimitri shook his head and was yanked up higher. His head held straight and the Strigoi nodded at each other before they both bit down on his neck. They fed from him together until he was lightheaded. When they were done he was dropped to the floor of the cave.

"He'll pass out soon but should recover by the time we get back to base. We'll hand him over to the boss when we get there and they can choose what to do with him. If he's changed he'll make a good Strigoi, and if not. Well, his blood is sweet, and I'm sure we can find other uses for him."

That was the last thing Dimitri heard before passing out.

[legacyshenanigans]

Both my Dream Gaurdian Angel and Sleep Paralysis Demon rolled into one. 💚🐍