#the duality of demon

[zephyrchama]

Lucifer in a suit. Lucifer who is well-groomed, with slicked back hair and a dab of expensive cologne on his neck. Who spent hours getting ready to see you, ensuring he's the most divine-looking demon to exist. He's immaculate. Not a thread out of place. Polished leather shoes that clack proudly with each sure step. He's as radiant as the moon.

Lucifer who hasn't slept for three days. Lucifer who is about to lose it on the next demon to speak with him. The dark bags under his eyes are heavier than Beelzebub's dumbbells. His tie is loose. There's an odd brown stain on his shirt that could be either coffee or blood. A button is falling off his sleeve placket. His hair is disheveled and greasy and there's a wrinkle in between his eyebrows. Letters and words blur together on whatever page he tries to read, and there are streaks of black ink smeared across the side of his hand.

[analogboii]

the duality of seonghwa is absolutely bonkers like??? tf you mean this man

is the same as this man

like UGGHHHHH SEONGHWA THE MAN THAT YOU AAAAREEEEEE 🛐🛐🛐🛐

[tampire]

Crowley in Heaven and Hell

[ruporas]

hotter than hell

[ID: Digital art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum in their alternative universe form based off an angel Vash and Devil Wolfwood illustration Nightow did. The both of them are sitting side by side, exhausted from the heat, Vash has his arms crossed, leaned against his knees and his head against his arms, eyes closed as sweat drips from his face. His wings spreads over the both of them to shield them from the sun. Wolfwood is sitting with his right leg extended and his left leg with the knee slightly up. His eyes are also closed with a clear grimacing expression. He uses one of his small devil wings to fan Vash, the text effect reads “flap flap”. Being in the shadows, the palette is cool, blues and purples. A sliver of light shines on the parts not covered by wings in a bright orange/yellow. END ID]

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

OPERAAAAA HOW ARE YOU THIS CUTE

[hwatermelon]

all hail the demon!hwa ❤️‍🔥

credit: @/centerhwa on twt

[tyudeongi]

#how is this the same person ?!

[naffeclipse]

do your monster boyfriends ever like to be silly and goof off??

grease struck me as the type so i got curious about hawthorne & calmo as well!

Of course! Some less than others, but they've all got some goofiness, intentional or not.

Hawthorn is a dork but usually, he'll follow MC's silliness when goofing off, such as MC gently splashing him when they walk beside a little stream in the woods or playfully tugging on the end of his fingers before he captures MC's wrist to return the gesture. Once he's more comfortable, he likes to put a leaf or two on MC's head. He'll sometimes watch MC walk right underneath a tree he's perched in and he'll toss an acorn at MC's shoulder to get MC's attention. He likes to hear MC's laugh and he eagerly turns an embarrassing moment into a funny one by playing into that stumble he just took by full-on falling to the ground and telling MC he has to kiss him back to life.

Grease is the gremlin. Though he can be a bit aggressive, he's not above licking MC's wrist just to hear a groan of disgust or sneaking up behind MC just to hear MC's breath catch in fright when MC already called out his name. He will listen to MC complain about coworkers or their work and say candidly "Want me to kill them/burn it to the ground?" and make MC laugh. He adores roughhousing with MC, and loves how MC fights back but is trying to hold back laughter or a smile because it's supposed to be serious. He tosses MC onto the couch and then playfully pounces before rolling them both onto the floor, and MC is laughing! He also teases MC the most, either with suggestive tones or genuine jests to hear MC's sharp retort.

Calmo is silly when he does not appear to be. He is the master of deadpan humor and it catches MC off guard when he makes a comment in his level voice and MC has to decide whether to chuckle or chastise him. His goofiness comes out when he gets little objects, anything from coins to dice to little beads, that he'll leave around the house for MC to wonder about and collect. Then he'll casually let MC know 25 have been found, but there are 13 more to go. Calmo will also purposely surprise MC by standing directly beside MC and startling MC with his unannounced presence. He claims it's not on purpose and MC simply is not paying attention, but MC swears a smile is pulling on his cassette mouth when he turns away.

[mollysunder]

My wildest theory for now is that Mel will make a pact with a demon in the Noxus show.

The eye on this sword tells me that it's either possessed by a Darkin or a demon, and either can bind with a host.

Why do think this? Well in Blood Sweat and Tears it's apparent Mel is connected with the Kindred, but the Kindred is strange here. I don't mean something like, "Oh the Lamb is black and gold and red all over". I mean the Lamb's arm seems to be permanently red here.

The only person with an arm like that , completely and fully red, is Swain, who was included in the Wolf's afterlife. Swain's arm is only like that because the demon Raum replaced it using his power.

There's also many similarities to the Lamb and Mel which I discussed in another post. If we treat the Lamb as a stand in for Mel, the reason Ambessa rejects a relatively peaceful death, for a life of ruthless ambition to protect her children (as referenced in Ambessa's bio), the connection becomes clearer and the implications become further reaching.

[mediacircuspod]

“I don’t see a way back from this”

*5 minutes later*

“We’ve weathered some truly horrific storms John, both of us… Together”

[glitcheslikeslego]

i find it very interesting with the lmk fandom's duality between the demon bull family and nezha and li jing

cause when the bull family worked their problems out off screen everyone was content

but when nezha and li jing do it, you guys apparently want to see exactly what happened???

[galactilian]

Dating sim marathon

Just deciding to play a bunch of dating sims without really stopping- like- picking one and completing it- All routes- Everything- then on to the next one- If im missing any lemme know~

[sanguineselene666]

[peachdues]

a few dialogue snippets from my Kyojuro NSFW HCs post to get y’all good and horny

[axelonxied]

Can someone explain why I feel this is all canon

Art made by: @spoonmoment119

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 9

Deity

*sneezes after downing coffee* Well irl stuff got in the way so I'm way behind my original schedule for these and for Linktober but here we go with another arguably short one, fuelled purely by self indulgence, headcanons, spite against my linguist essays that kept me from keeping to schedule, severe sleep deprivation, a shout out to the Ender Lilies soundtrack and Majora's Mask soundtrack, and Nintendo for not clarifying anything about the lore so I'm snatching what I can and making it my own lol. Look, when you fíxate so much on details the Zelda team doesn't elaborate on you have to fill in the gaps with what you can.

As always can be read as romantic or platonic, technically in a LU context but not explicitly in it by itself.

The Lord of the Mountain liked hearing people sing.

In a way, it wasn’t a surprise, Hylia and the Golden Three each had their ballads and symphonies and minuets, each splendid and with cuts of their divinity in it, Farore was fond of lightning and forest alive minuets, and you could swear Farosh sparked just a bit brighter when one would him the beginnings of the Minuet of the Forest near their spring, Din was fond of boleros, fiery and alive and howling with the echo of flame touching earth that made a shine run through Dinraal’s scales, Nayru, in contrast, was much fonder of blizzard and river quiet serenades, the songs of contemplation at first snow ringing clear when Naydra curled around it’s spring, content to be free of Malice.

And of course Hylia had her ballads and lullabies, perfectly fitting to her display of divinity, of honey days and vast bird like wings, of ambered summers to come and to pass and dazzling solar storms of starlight and sunlight sparking through the human form of her descendants and heroes. So in a way, you weren’t surprised at all that the Lord of the Mountain – Satori, with a familiar touch of londsleite divinity, the hunt of the woodland beasts and diamondscar adoration for the Hero of the Wilds, similar in glory to the Light Spirits petrichor and vermeil fondness for the Hero of the Twilight – liked to listen to people sing. What you were surprised was how it attempted to follow along, it’s head across your lap the second you sat down in the clearing, a gentle hum on back of it’s throat, an owl’s cry and a cicada’s humming and faintly, chirring purring as presses it’s faces into your hands, a gentle request for petting.

It was adorable, even with the faint notes of the chill of clear spring water on winter and the livewire feeling of magic, like holding your hand too close to a flame but not quite touching it.

A low chuckle brushes against the back of your mind, a feeling like biting on ice, the prowl of a wild beast and the build up of lightning and light used to create his blade, the amused affection of a warrior reconvening with their brother in arms, you think you see the bone ivory of the Deity’s hair on the side of your vision, though you know he’s not physically there, ‘He likes you.’

You hum, gently patting behind it’s ears, pushing through the chill, gracefully not mentioning the burning with a smile at the mythic being’s faint chirring, birdsong and the wind through cherry blossoms that sparkle like rose quartz, “Well I quite like him too, I can see where it’s gentleness comes from.”

The ghost of a touch over your hair, the caress of lightning striking over your skin and the hair on the back of your neck pricking up and the crisp cold of winter, the chill of the ending and the flame of a new dawn, of new days, the phantom of magnolias and spring water on your tongue. The fragrance of pine, daffodils and blood soaked lilies on ashen fields on your senses, gentle and careful, marking but not claiming, ‘Only because it’s you, beloved. It’s not something easily given.’

You sigh, shakily composing yourself, you let yourself relax into the phantom sensation. Of hopes and dreams and healed suffering, of the divinity of hunt turned into protection and lightning given form, of tangled timelines and crystalized memories, “I know. It does not change my opinion, either way.”

To be the subject of a god’s care and regard was dangerous, after all. For the human and the deity in question, you know the stories from your world well, of the effects of Hylia on First and Sky, of Twilight and the personification of the Twilight Realm and the spirits of his land, of Wild and clawing from death’s embrace into that of the wilderness.

Knew how the fact the Fierce Deity’s mere proximity causing pain on those who changed him into hunting for hunt’s sake into protection for the sake of someone else cut deeper than even the ever encroaching entropy all beings must one day face. It was no wonder the Song of Healing was his creation, to want to ease the burden.

You gladly grant him some peace, in turn, even if it wasn’t much. It’s the least you can do, for always having his ways of watching over your heroes.

“Join me? We can make a duet.”

You feel more than see him shift, ephemeral, fleeting, gentle against the edges of your existence, as foreign to Hyrule as your own, sparking over your spine as you feel ozone and rust on your teeth. Satori is humming again to match the rumble of thunder in the man’s voice, the heralding of songs of war and elegies for the dead, ‘Of course, though I’m afraid I do not know many songs, besides…’

“It’s alright,”, you smile faintly, there’s a white ocarina in his hands, as he leans, a spectre against your side, “I’ll teach you some of my own, though you’ll have to forgive me if I don’t remember all the lyrics.”

‘It would be my honor to learn.’

You think he smiles, from the fluttering of something ancient and long forgotten against your side.

You sing to Satori and the Chain, a small respite of familiar and forgotten tunes, the Lord of the Mountain hums along. The Fierce Deity’s song cutting through any nightmares that may ail your heroes for another night.

When the dawn of a new day comes, the feeling of divinity against your skin feels just a bit more obvious, sinking into every crack of your being like a shroud, falling over your boys like a veil, reflecting the breath of eternity over Hyrule.

(First gives you a look that’s half exasperation, half understanding. Sky pointedly sticks to your side as Time looks you over, markings deep with vibrant color. You shrug with a helpless smile as you feel the lightest brushes of Hylia’s fond days of gold and starlit summers days against the Lord of the Mountains warm, luminous affection and the Fierce Deity’s smug, but content lonsdaleite smile.)