#deamons

[lightfin]

I’m back with my Hellaverse crossover!! Starting of with angel Jim and Toby.

So carrying on from the law established by the first post, this is before the events of Jim being sent to hell and loosing his memory’s. I kept thinking hard about what the inciting incident would be for these two to separate, and much like in the original show, it’s not really a choice.

The previous holder of “The sigil” kanjigar, was slain during a mission on earth. Following his demise the sigil was lost. In truth however, in its weekend state it finds its way to a worthy soul and tethers itself there. Until the day it returns to heaven with a new champion, and its mission restored.

Jim in this universe, dies saving people from a fire that had come ablaze in a movie theatre one evening out with Toby. When the fire became apparent, naturally Jim risked his life managing to get everyone out, including Toby … but loosing his own life in the process.

That act of bravery earns him his flaming blue wings, a symbol of his corrage and sacrifice. When Jim reaches heaven he mornes the loss his death must impact on his family, especially his mother. When he promised he would never leave her.

But Emily helps him to get settled and overtime come to peice with his afterlife. Finding a new roll in heavens society helping others. Quietly awaiting the day he can see his family again.

It’s only a few years later that Toby arives to join him, the fire having had lasting consequences. Toby takes on the form of an orange cat due to his playful nature and overall love for the felines. There reunion is so wholesome.

But months later a threat is made on heaven from an unknown force. A force that had crawled its way from earth and attempted diging its roots into other realms.

With the sigils strenth restored, it reveals itself, and an instinct unknown to Jim kicks in, taking down the evil that had wondered passed the pearly gates with a brilliant silver sword.

The Arc angel Merlin only then presents himself amoungst a green flame to his new champion. Proving to the council of angels that doubted him that his weapon still remained true even after all these years.

But the roots were only the start, to truly uproot this threat it must be tracked down to the source. kanjigar failed to find it on earth and so a new champion must depart this realm to search for it in another… hell.

Merlin informs the boy of this duty, but the sacrifice it will cost on his afterlife, and even the life before. For to hold the sigils true potential, one must be reborn.

Jim thinks of his mother and the afterlife he wants to give her. And what this evil would do for Toby, or rather any soul seeking peice, and reluctantly accepts.

You know the rest from there.

Unfortunately Toby is unable to Join Jim in this adventure, but they made a promise to each other this would not be the last time they see one another. Because some friendships find there way to transcend even time and space. They will meet again. Toby was sure of it.

But after his friend was gone, Toby still held a regret, of one thing he never got to tell Jim.

So Toby waits, but not alone, he’s got Nanna, oh and more cats!

[capyami]

Excited for the new animated series of Yomi no Tsugai. I’ve read some of the manga and I’m stoked! Here is some fanart of Yuru.

[fanfics4all]

Not Walking Away

Request: Yes / No

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Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1025

Warnings: 

Y/N: Your Name 

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The first thing I notice is the smell. Rotten eggs, rust, and old blood. My wrists are bound above my head with thick iron cuffs, the metal biting into my skin every time I move. My toes barely brush the floor- just enough to keep my shoulders screaming as the strain pulls through my arms and down my spine. I try to remember how I got here. 

Dean’s face flashes behind my eyes. His stupid grin. The way he kissed my forehead before leaving for a “beer run”. I rolled my eyes, told him not to be long. 

The door explodes inward. I scream before I can stop myself. Three figures step inside, eyes black and smiles that are too wide, too sharp. Monsters. 

“Well,” One of them drawls. “Aren’t you just adorable.” 

I pull against the cuffs. “Dean!” I shout, voice breaking. “Dean!” 

Laughter fills the room. 

“Oh, honey.” Another man says, circling me slowly. “He can’t hear you.” 

The first blow comes out of nowhere. Pain detonates across my ribs, stealing the air from my lungs. I cry out, body jerking violently against the restraints. The man doesn’t even look impressed. 

“Let’s start simple,” He says. “You scream, we stop. You don’t scream… we keep going.” 

I scream anyway. 

Time stops meaning anything. They don’t rush. They savor it. Fists. Boots. The sharp crack of something solid across my back. Every hit is calculated- never enough to knock me out, never enough to kill me. Just enough to break me down piece by piece. They douse me in cold water when I start to fade, laughing as my teeth chatter uncontrollably. The cuffs are heated next- hot enough to burn, not enough to melt skin. Pain blooms white-hot and relentless, and I sob until my throat is raw. 

“Tell us about Dean Winchester.” One of them croons, grabbing my chin hard enough to bruise. “Where he hunts. What he fears.” 

“I don’t know!” I choke. “I swear, I don’t know!” 

Another blow. This time to my stomach. I retch uselessly, bile burning my throat. 

They leave me there for hours, maybe days? The lights stay on. Then off. Then on again. Sleep is impossible. Every time my head droops, pain snaps me awake. At some point, they bring a blade. Not to cut deep- just enough to remind me they could. 

“This is your fault.” One whispers in my ear. “You know that, right? Loving him.” 

I think I might die here. 

I think Dean will never know. 

*Dean’s POV*

I feel it before I see it. The sulfur hits my nose like a punch. The warehouse is warded, crawling with demonic energy, and every instinct in my body is screaming, too late, too late, too late. Sam grabs my arm. 

“Dean-” 

“No.” My voice is like ice. “They took her.” 

The door bursts open, and demons pour out. I don’t hesitate. The first one lunges- I jam my angel blade up under its jaw, twisting until black smoke erupts from it’s mouth. The second doesn’t even get a chance to speak before I unload a full clip into its skull, exorcism rounds tearing it apart. I don’t stop moving. Don’t stop killing. 

Sam watches, grim and silent, as I go feral. Knife. Gun. Fists. Nothing measured, nothing restrained. This isn’t a hunt. It’s a god damn massacre. 

Then I hear it. 

A whimper. 

“Please…” 

I freeze. 

The door at the back of the warehouse creaks open. And there she is. Hanging. Broken. 

“NO!” I roar. 

I cross the room in seconds, hands shaking as I fumble with the cuffs, ripping them open with brute force when the lock sticks. She collapses into my arms, boneless and shaking. 

“I’ve got you…” I say, voice breaking. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.” 

She doesn’t recognize me at first. But then she does. And she sobs. 

*Y/N’s POV*

I don’t recognize the hum when I wake up. Soft light. Warm blankers. Pain, everywhere, but muted, distant. I try to move and hiss as fire shoots through my ribs. 

“Easy.” Dean says immediately. He’s sitting beside the bed, sleeves rolled up, hands steady as he cleans and bandages wounds with practiced care. His jaw is tight, eyes bloodshot, like he hasn’t slept in days. 

“Where am I?” I whisper. 

“Our place.” He says quietly. “Safe.” 

I swallow. “What… What were those things?” 

Dean stills. 

For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. 

Then: “Demons.” 

My breath catches. 

Sam appears in the doorway, gentle and careful like he always is. “Hey, you’re okay. We got you.” 

My world fractures. 

“Demons aren’t real.” I say weakly. 

Dean meets my eyes. “I’m sorry…” 

He explains everything. 

Hunters. Hell. Monsters. Heaven. Why he never told me. Every word feels like another weight pressing down on my chest, but somehow… it all fits. Too much makes sense. Dean’s hands never stop moving- cleaning, stitching, wrapping. He’s good at this. Too good. 

“I should’ve kept you out of it…” He says hoarsely. “I should’ve left. I should’ve-” 

“Dean.” I interrupt. He looks at me like he’s bracing for a verdict. 

“I love you.” I say simply. “That doesn’t change because demons are real.” 

His breath shudders. 

“I understand if this is too much.” He says quietly. “If you want out, if you never want to see me again- I’ll understand.” 

I stare at him. 

Then I laugh, weak and incredulous, which immediately turns into a wince. 

“What?” I say. “No, Dean, this is terrifying and insane, and I’m probably going to need therapy for the rest of my life, but I love you.” 

Tears spill down his face before he can stop them. 

“You went to hell and back for me.” I continue softly. “I’m not walking away.” 

He presses his forehead to mine, hands shaking. 

“I swear,” He whispers. “No one ever hurts you again. Not while I’m breathing.” 

I believe him. Wrapped in the hum of the bunker, stitched back together by the man who loves me, I realize something terrifying and true. I didn’t just survive hell. I chose the hunter who burned it down to get me back. 

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[whydidisavethistomyphone]

[rossfr00]

Nuada x Reader

Title: Fire and Gold

Fandom: Hellboy II: The Golden Army

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Female reader (Eve)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Canon-Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Magic, Heavy Emotional Themes

Tags:

Slow Burn · Forbidden Love · Enemies to Lovers · Angst with a Happy Ending · Protective Nuada · Witch!OC · Secret Meetings · Canon-Divergent Ending · Emotional Intimacy · Magical Bond · Sacrifice · Found Family · Royal Politics · Hurt/Comfort · Slight Jealousy · Fem!Protagonist · Smut · Golden Army AU

Summary:

She was never meant to be part of their world.

Raised by witches, bound to the earth and stars, Eve thought she'd buried her past in blood and shadows. But when destiny leads her to cross paths with Prince Nuada—elf warrior, exiled heir, and sworn enemy of mankind—her world fractures. What begins as suspicion and confrontation turns into something else entirely: a magnetic pull neither of them can ignore.

And some love stories were written in battle... and sealed with blood.

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Chapter 1: Daughters of the Night

Eve was born under a new moon, wrapped in smoke, ancient chants, and sacrificial blood. Her mother died during childbirth, but she was not left alone. The coven welcomed her as one of their own. She never knew men in her early years—only female voices that taught her to walk barefoot on damp earth, to whisper to trees, to face darkness without fear.

Magic came to her like breath. The witches did not believe in softness—they wanted her strong, free, and fiercely alive. They tossed her into haunted rivers, made her summon spirits, forced her to seal pacts with ancient entities. Loving the earth, they taught her, meant being ready to protect it.

And Eve did love. She loved the creatures of the forest, the fungi blooming after rain, the sound of branches creaking when the world was quiet. She fought not with spells or wands, but with her body—fast, close, efficient. She could disarm a man in seconds, drop him, and decide whether he deserved to live.

This was her childhood: wild, sacred, powerful.

But the world had changed. Forests were burned. Rivers poisoned. Magical beings hunted to extinction. The old ways weren’t enough anymore. To protect the wild, sometimes you had to work inside the machine.

The BPRD wasn’t a natural fit. It was a compromise. A mission. An uneasy truce between her beliefs and the need to do something.

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Between Monsters and Men

Eve shuffled into the BPRD kitchen, eyes half-lidded, her hair thrown up in a lazy bun. Faint sigils still pulsed on the cuffs of her robe, fading like aftershocks.

“You look like hell,” Hellboy grunted, arms crossed beside the coffee machine.

“Morning to you too, Red,” she replied dryly, voice rough from overuse. She reached for a chipped mug.

“Were you summoning again?” he asked, squinting at her sleeves.

“Just one demon,” she muttered. “He owed me a favor.”

Hellboy let out a skeptical grunt.

Liz stepped in and handed Eve a steaming cup of tea. “Here. For your magic hangover.”

“You’re a goddess,” Eve said with a tired smile. “A fiery, slightly terrifying goddess.”

Abe, still buried in his book, added, “Technically, she’s a pyrokinetic.”

Eve smirked and took a sip. “Same thing when you’re hungover.”

Their team was an odd mix. Eve didn’t trust the BPRD's authority—but she trusted the people beside her. They’d bled together, saved each other, laughed through bruises. That had to count for something.

Still, part of her questioned everything. Were they protecting the world—or keeping it in check? Were they saving magical creatures—or containing them for study? She knew how easily power became control.

It was late one evening, long after the rest of the facility had gone quiet, that Eve first felt it. She stood alone in the greenhouse on the upper level—a private space filled with rare plants she insisted on keeping alive. Her fingers were buried in soil, repotting a fragile moonvine when her breath caught.

The air shifted.

The lamps flickered. The earth in her hands pulsed once, like a heartbeat. And then she heard it—whispers, distant but pressing. In no language she could name, yet older than any tongue she spoke. It was a sensation like something enormous stirring far beneath the world’s skin.

She dropped the pot and stood frozen. The sigils tattooed on her back burned faintly, reacting to something she could not see.

A presence.

Not demonic, not celestial—something older.

The wind rustled the plants, though no window was open.

Something was coming.

She didn’t know what, or who, but her magic did. The balance had shifted. A tide had begun to rise.

She would soon learn its name.

And he would learn hers.

[heak-house]

Heak House

chapter #1

Warning: mild gore

[rulernogard156]

Here He is!!!! The Embodiment of Lust!!! Asmodeus!!!❤️💚💜

One of the kings of The Ars Goetia royalty. Asmodeus also holds the position of being the embodiment of Lust in all its forms.

I don't think I've ever given a character a mobility aid before, so I figured it was time to change that.

During the Great Rebellion, Asmodeus was injured very badly by the Arch angel Raphael. Raphael stripped Asmodeus of his beautiful wings and inflicted a terrible wound upon his right leg.

I don't often see people actually add the full three heads to the design, and I can see why. 3 full heads on one humanoid body does look awkward, but you can make it work if you get the grip of overlapping the heads.

I went a little grimdark with the cane idea. Originally, Asmodeus' sabre, now reforged into a cain by Lucifer so he could move around easier.

The cane did not always resemble that of a malformed man. When Asmodeus and the other 71 demons were enslaved by King Solomon, one of the kings closest advisors pleaded to have but a night with Asmodeus. Solomon begrudgingly obliged and forced the deamon lord to become submissive to the advisor. When the demons were finally freed. Asmodeus sought out the grimy little worm and imprisoned his soul into the very essence of His cane.

The fool advisor now lives in constant torment, only being able to witness and unable to feel. Save for the excruciating pain inflicted by holding most of Asmodeus' weight while the demon lord goes about his day.

I didn't draw it, but Asmodeus' symbol is under his navel right above his puss.

I was heavily inspired by @wolfertinger666 and his sick trans men designs that specifically showcase no op trans men. And I fucking love them all!!!😍🤤💜❤️ They have also made me rethink how I design not only my trans characters but my creative process in general!

Right, I should also say that Asmodeus is plural as well, where each head is their own person and experience lust differently.

Modi is the prominent personality and is very classic sadomasochist full mean dom.

Roxy is the very submissive and overly slutty/subby brat one.

And Bev is the chill soft dom who kills you with kindness and double-edged complements/praise.

Asmodeus also spawned and rules over Succubi and Inccubi. He is also quite good friends and loyal to Lucifer and Belphegor, both of whom he was very close to before the rebellion. He also enjoys hanging out with Beelzebub and Brynophet for some friendly chats and afternoon tea.

He is indifferent to Mammon and loaths Satan, Sin of Wrath(Yes, I finally decided)

Overall, the cast is almost ready. Next up is hopefully a decently unique take on Satan and then the main man himself, the Morningstar.

[dilemmaart]

boys and their wives’ cats. 🩷🩵🖤🤍

@captsharkb8 💖💖