#demon incarnate

[kiweegamez]

you can tell when someones owned a furby.

Just ask them to draw one in the dark.

(Transcendental Cha Cha Cha wip)

[kraeevahhl]

𝘼 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙮 𝙈𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧

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Dancing is rather sacred to many demonics, you may compare demons dancing together with birds doing courting rituals.

The intent is often the same.

Dancing between demons, it's quite spectacular to watch, and more spectacular to be a part of; each connect their wavelengths and the energy becomes an amalgamation of each aspect of the other - if you were to watch the energy converge its similar to painting, or a city street light up as the sun falls. Each dance is unique to each pair, as each energy is unique. The dance is almost instinctual.

Some even prefer to add flare, mostly for themselves, using magic to add almost special effect like qualities as the songs of their souls play.

But, demons do not reserve dance for just one purpose, although the merging of energy usually is, demons may dance for any reason.

Where the line is drawn between appreciation and love is blurry.

The morning star is quite picky with notion of dance. You're more likely to see his memories before he extends his hand.

The embodiment of pride, the star extending his hand fistfought god for free will, and got what he wanted in the end. To this day stars still fall with the same wish that he brigaded for. The gold in his wings is not evidence of a fight lost but shining proof of his glory.

Lucifer is the most narcissistic demon in hell, with good reason.

If he extends his hand, be it for formalities or a spark of anything from respect to passion - the dance itself is a marvel one's brain cannot comprehend.

He is very old fashioned, would you expect anything else?

His right foot first he will lead, if you try and flip the roles, he will cease it all at once. His energy is beyond strong, with his rage even stronger, if yours dares to try and mix your mind may start to collapse. The song of his soul will fill your ears, everything from the melodies of the celestial wars to what you will interpret as swing. Give in and let him guide you, the instinct of the mind as thoughts shatter in such a presence.

Eccentric, really, it will last no shorter than ten minutes, no longer than twelve. When your mortal mind once again regains it's ability to form coherent thoughts, you may not remember the dance but you will remember the emotions, the flight. He still holds his holy light.

For a moment, be it fair, you shall bear the same wear - the weight of war and loss. For a moment, the self was one as him, only second to the elohym.

Be still, now, as your energy starts to calm. For your whole being was in his palm.

Morning? No, for him it is mourning.

Where the line is drawn between appreciation and love is blurry.

But the intent is often the same.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

[angelinapastlife]

Angels are generally dogs. We want attention and will pounce at you when we're excited. We're soft for you and we don't hide it. But also if you hurt us or the ones we love, we'll fuck you up.

Demons are generally cats. You can bribe them to tolerate you. They're unpredictable but secretly the softest babies who just want love, but are bad at articulating it, so they just make unnecessary noises and knock things over when they want attention.

[repixology]

False God

[nonangelictv]

angels: writes good posts and poems and aesthetics that are vaguely sexual about demons

me: hmm hot demon

[amongthepure]

@ angelkin, send this to a deitykin, fallen angelkin/demonkin, fellow angelkin, idc if you’re abrahamic or otherwise the result is worth it

[graveblues]

I was born to become a blackhole in a blue sky

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he/him, rbs are fine

[kin-poems]

Could you write a poem about a demon and an angel falling in love?

Two figures sonaturally opposedyet so inextricablydrawn to eachotherThrough time andvoid and acrossall boundariestwo lovers, so opposing in nature An angels wingsdarkening the skyand casting a warmbreeze down witheach wingbeatHorns, curved and sharp, a broken haloeyes of burning coaltransfixed on the heavenly formHow opposites attractthey intertwine, and fall in lovehow forbiddenhow beautiful.