#the tumblr user not the demon

[fauvester]

ENOUGH with the cat themed pet names he is SUFFERING

[ashleyslorens]

[lucabyte]

this time on purrgatorio: ali and markus learn why i havent made normal pride art in years

Bonus: Ascending to Godhood lets you look at the spreadsheets

[desire-mona]

beloved mutual with a new hyperfixation that completely changed their vocabulary and priorities for the worse. house tumblr is now facing questions such as "what is a creeker?" "what the FUCK does post-modern joker mean?" and "there's football rpf??"

[lycosiday]

Annistole :]

[zhouxiangs]

[builtintripping]

*whistles* soooooo i may have kinda cleaned this up more than i thought i would and now it became lore-y as well, oops

[secretspiritmoodboards]

Moodboard for Emberlynn's demon form (Helluva Boss) fangirl/tumblr user/pastel pink themes For an anon! Hope you enjoy~

We're closed for now, thank you~

[eldritchblaaaast]

iorveth voice actor in my dragon age the veilguard?

[lemondemonpickuplines]

hey girl are you the eighth wonder bc you have hands and you have feet

feet 🤤

[steelthroat]

I was thinking about the fact that it's very funny that my parents had more problems with me being atheist than with me being queer.

Like:

"Sure hon, you have a weird perception of your gender and you could possibly bring home women, men or everything in-between... fine, love is love we will take you to the pride and stuff ^w^. BUT WHAT ABOUT JESUS CHRIST HUH?????"

And when I say they had 'more problems' I mean they were like "ow... so you won't come to church on Sundays with us anymore? At least the holidays?🥺"

like idk it's so funny to me

[ashleyslorens]

SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET ⤷ Act 2 Score | (Act 1)

[nicohate]

oshiro and riordan r mocking me in tsats regarding enby nico i was personally targeted by them actually

[turnstileskyline]

here is my beautoful daughter blue cheese she hates noises (screams when she hears keys jingling) and likes biting

[lohstandfound]

how can you love me like this?

cant stop thinking about richjake angel x demon so here we go i expanded on what i originally wrote. once again i forgot where i was going with this maybe i should actually plan before writing

A shaky breath left his lips, staring down at half a broken halo. He was gripping it so tightly, dark ichor began to pool in his hand. His own, from a lifetime ago. A painful transformation. Ripped from his head. Or maybe it shattered when he fell. The events remained a blur in his mind and all that was left was bitter curses to yell and scream at the sky.

Jake didn’t know why he kept the damn thing.

He stared in the mirror, stretching out one leathery wing. The wings were a different story. They used to be soft, feathery. Gentle. Fragile. Something so delicate would not survive a fall so great. They were replaced with his newfound curse, so the loss of his old ones didn’t matter.

Jake hummed, flexing the wing. His shoulder. Twisting his arm around, trying to see if he could reach back enough to touch the base where his wing met his skin.

His smile. It was so light. Happy. It made Jake feel at ease, it made him feel comfortable in a way he hadn’t felt for so long. His smile was warm. His smile lit up his entire world. Everything bad just seemed to melt away the moment he looked at him with that smile of his.

He figured out he could reach the base of his wing. That was easy.

Jake looked at the halo again. Nothing else was going to be strong enough. A regular kitchen knife was barely going to leave a graze, there was no way it would cut through the wing. He took one last look at his wings. He’d been hating them a lot lately.

One last look, stretching them out behind him. The last time he would see them attached to his back. The last time he’d have control over them. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d lost limbs like these. But this time, it was entirely his choice.

His wings were gorgeous. Soft. White. Delicate. Jake forgot how soft they felt, but he could never forget how fragile these wings could be. He touched them with light fingers, never too rough. Whenever he hugged him, those feathered wings were always wrapped around him too. Jake had forgotten all about that feeling. He couldn’t ignore the stark contrast with his own wings.

Jake gripped the halo tighter, staring at his reflection for a moment longer before deciding he could not watch himself.

So he turned around.

So he reached behind him.

So he dug the halo into the base of his wing.

So he held back a yell as tears pricked his eyes.

The pain was searing, over-bearing. It burned. It stung.

He fell to his knees, twisting his body to try cut off his wing.

It eventually fell off. The feeling was… odd. Uneven. Lopsided. Fucking painful. Flexing those muscles hurt like a bitch. He took a shaky breath and dragged the wing in front of him.

Jake stared at the wing before he took a deep breath and raised the halo again, reaching behind him. One more to go.

The house was awfully quiet when Rich arrived home.

“Jake?”

There was no response. Rich frowned, slowly shutting the front door behind him.

“Jakob? Are you home?”

Rich wandered through the house, looking for any sign of Jake.

He paused as he walked past the bathroom door, then backtracked.

He pressed his ear to the door.

There was sobbing.

Rich frowned and knocked gently on the door. “Jake?”

The sounds of sobbing abruptly stopped.

“Jake? Are you in there?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“You don’t sound fine… Can I come in?”

“N-no!” Jake responded all too quickly and that just made Rich frown more.

He hesitated before trying the doorknob.

Jake forgot to lock it.

Rich ignored Jake’s frantic pleading for him to go away, to not come in, to not open the door.

Rich couldn’t decide if he should have listened to Jake or not.

His eyes flicked between the dark ichor pooling on the white tiles, Jake’s stained hands, the broken halo. Rich didn’t even want to question where the halo came from, not right now.

Not when the most important thing was the torn leathery wing that had once been attached to his boyfriend’s back was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor.

Not when Jake’s other wing seemed to be barely hanging on to his back; the sight made Rich wince.

Not when Jake was sobbing and covered in blood.

“What did you do?” Rich spoke softly.

He watched as jumbled apologies tumbled from Jake’s lips, half not making any sense.

It took Rich a moment before he forced himself to move. He stepped forward, carefully avoiding the severed wing. Jake scrambled back but Rich knelt down in front of him. Jake flinched as Rich carefully cupped his cheeks, making the demon look at him. Rich looked into Jake’s eyes for a moment before he gently wiped his tears away.

“I’m sorry-” Jake began to apologise, but Rich shook his head. He wrapped his wings around Jake as he pulled his head down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s okay, you’re okay…” Rich said softly. “I love you…”

Jake shook his head. “How?”

Rich hated how painful Jake sounded.

“How can you love someone like me?”

Rich frowned at that. “Because I see good in you. I see kindness, I see gentle hands, I see love. I see so much love…”

“I don’t understand how you can love someone like me. How can you see what you see in me when I’m-” Jake shook his head. He covered his mouth to hold back a sob, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Rich’s shoulder.

“Is that why you…” Rich didn’t even need to finish for Jake to know what he was asking.

Jake nodded. “I thought it would make me less of a demon. Then you could love me, then it would make sense for you to love me but just because I get rid of them- it doesn’t change what I’ve become.”

“Jake, I don’t care about that. I don’t care about all the things you did. Because your wings don’t define you. I see good in you. And I love you, no matter what. Leather wings, feather wings, no wings, I don’t care. I love you regardless. I don't want you to change who you are for me.”

[lilsapling17]

Actually this is Evanescence and he’s voiced by Ryan Reynolds