#demonposting

[esoteric-nuclear-waste-cult]

Stupid davoth im fucking ballin

#artposting #demonposting #davoth #doom

[devilcat3d]

no i am a goddess you cannot harm me now get out of my sight

#transfem #transgirl #196 #devilposting #demonposting

[burnt-to-cynders]

God isn’t dead, she’s strung up in my basement and begging for an orgasm

#cynposting #cynful thoughts #demonposting #denial kink

[rosedominatesyou]

Saying “see you soon” instead of “see you tomorrow” to your friend when you go to sleep because you’re both demons who like to hang out in eachother’s dreams.

#mine #t4t #t4t trans #trans t4t #t4t nsft #t4t ns/fw #nb nsft #trans nsft #queer nsft #196 #r/196 #rule #ruleposting #sillyposting #demonposting #topposting #bottomposting #hornyposting

[vio-marks]

For some reason, I notice that a lot of you guys like demon boys. I couldn't possibly guess why.

#my oc #sfw furry #oc #demon #artists on tumblr #demon oc #furry #art #furry art #selfship #self ship #ych #furry ych #demonposting

[hyacinthdoll1315]

Celebration

An angel flies between water-soaked streets. It was a rainy night and the skies are still grey, though with a few patches of light between. Its wings flicker as its divine power glistens off away. It has no one to be with on a day such as this, and so it flies, enjoying what time it has.

The angel sees something glisten in a dark alleyway, translucent wings wet and motionless, setae soaked and heavy. The angel flies down to the moth, curled up, trembling and pained.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be with other moths, celebrating with a good meal of fabric?" The angel asks.

The moth replies, "The others do not care for me, and so have left me here. I thought we'd always be together, but now their home is theirs and no more mine."

"Then on a night as this, where we would be alone, perhaps we can celebrate together?"

The two hold hands as they fly together, finding peace in the other's company. The sky is still grey, the streets a glistening mirror.

The moth hears something tick in a small corner of the street. Its body cracked and ragged, its gears rusted and uncoiled. The moth flies down to the doll, worn down, still, resigned.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating with tea and your witch?" The moth asks.

The doll replies, "My witch has no more need of me, I am but a tool, once cared for and used. Now I am no more than discarded rubbish."

"Then on a night as this, where we would lose our hearts alone, perhaps we can care for each other?"

The three now fly together, the doll in the moth and the angel's embrace. The sky is still grey, but now not so lonely.

The doll sees something crying on a rooftop. Its neck scorched and torn, its eyes frantic and haunted. The doll comes down to the pilot, crying, shaky and lost.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be celebrating in your mech or with other pilots?" The Doll asks,

The mech pilot replies, "They took me from us, destroyed and scrapped us, they tore me from my body, and now there is only a torn heart."

"Then on a night as this, where we would suffer our losses of ourselves, perhaps we can fill each other?"

The four now fly together, their hearts connected as one. The sky is dark, but not so grey anymore. Together they fill and care and are not alone.

The pilot feels something shift in a ray of light. Its weapon dull and cold, its magic fades and falters. The pilot drops down to the magical girl, sad, confused and hurt.

"Why are you in a place such as this, when you could be enjoying sweet treats with your magical friends?" The pilot asks.

The magical girl replies, "My friends are dead and have become monsters, as are all our fates. now I am alone, the only one left, with no one to help me."

"Then on a night as this, where we would be left to our own ends, perhaps we can comfort each other."

The five flew together, and others joined as well. A witch with no company, a demon left to rot, a machine lost to advancement, a maker without what they made, a drone without commands, a harbinger with nothing to message.

Altogether they shared and loved and laughed and cared and filled and comforted and held and saved and protected. The sky was not so dark now, and while it had rained before, the skies parted for their group. And so they were happy. And though before they were alone, now they were together. And so they all celebrated.

#empty spaces #angelposting #mothposting #dollposting #mechposting #magical girlposting #demonposting #witchposting #machineposting #dollmakerposting #droneposting #harbingerposting #finding happiness in others on a lonely holiday. #merry halloweasterntinegivingchrisnukkahday

[actuallyfallen]

Things that make me feel demonic ⛧

(I'm a Christian religion-based demon, and fallen angel. This effects what helps me feel more demonic. Some of these won't work for every type of demon out there!)

Sharp, painted nails

Black feather deco

Anarchist and/or anti-religious music

Practicing witchcraft (not every witch is demonic, but I sure am~)

Wearing darker colors

Anything to make my canines look sharper

Demon horn headbands (high-quality, not the cheap stuff)

Colored / otherwise funky eye contacts

Dimming the lights

Poetic terrorism, babyyy! (Google it!)

#demonkin #demoncore #actually demonic #actuallydemonic #actually fallen #actuallyfallen #alterhuman #dark kintypes #darkkin #fallen angel kin #fallen angelkin #otherkin #📋 i'd show you my halo if only i knew where i had put it #this is my attempt at making a demon version of those rlly common 'ways to feel angelic / connect with your angel kintype' posts ùwú #more love for the demons!! #demonposting

[ask-gazimon]

Fuck it I choose violence

*unmoths your man*

#mothman #shitpost #mothcore #cryptidcore #cryptid #cryptozoology #bastardcore #feralcore #demonposting #ratcore #raccooncore

[starkid256]

i propose a new mascot to 196 - specifically 19684 - cacodemon. from og doom.

why?

this video.

beautiful tranquil peaceful bliss. pure happiness has been achieved and frankly, we need more cacodemon memes anyways.

take my art to help.

he squish

#196 #literally 19684 #literally 196 #r/196 #/r/196 #r196 #19684 #cacodemon #cacodemonposting #cacoposting #demonposting #doom #doom classic #classic doom

[yuritopiaofdeath]

HER SWORD

Duval is on the lookout today.

This could be your chance. You focus yourself to stay still - a difficult feat these last few nights. After you determine enough time has passed, you tentatively open your eyes. He's asleep. Ordinarily, you'd scold the lazy oaf for endangering your camp, but tonight, you were counting on him to sleep on the job.

You needn't sneak long, only far enough to reach your pack. There your date awaited. It was a foul joke to have to sneak in the dark to loot your own weapon, getting caught however would involve an explenation. An explanation you did not have. The rest of the group never approved of her. She unnerved them.

Especially Lavey.

She always looked down on you. Always doubted your strength even when you were children. Always trying to look after you. Even after you rescued everyone from the goblin camp. Covered head to toe in viscera. The day you found her. The day you went from a timid girl barely able to hold a dagger to a whirlwind of death. You had to fight to keep her, of course. They all called her cursed, demonic.

You were weak back then. Your eyes could only watch as your body cut down each foe with grace and skill you never dreamed possible. The goblin heads blooming into bloody roses before their eyes could even inform their tiny brains of the blade wielding maniac in front of them. It was so hard to stop. To regain control. But in the back of your mind, you heard her voice. She pulled away as soon as you reached out. Since then, you've learned to listen. You leaned to wield her and be wielded by her. When to give her control and when to take charge. It was a beautiful dance you two shared. One that left pieces inwake of monsters. Things that terrified you once were cut down in a blink. For the first time in your life, you didn't feel afraid. You felt invincible. As long as she was by your side.

Which is precisely the reason for this skullduggery. The group already distrusted your sudden increase of skill. Lavey only needed a reason to turn on you two. And catching you in bed with your blade was something that would definitely set her off. Alas, you couldn't hold out. Night after restless night. Tossing and turning. You needed her.

It wasn't enough to simply hear her in a flash of combat. You wanted more. Last battle... you toyed with your prey. You didn't want the fight to end. Her edge left only shallow licks along the beasts skin. You reached deeper than before. You felt her fear, anger, and hate. And you felt her reach into you. It was over soon. Lavey dealt the finishing blow, and you had to put your sword away. Not tonight.

You finally feel her hilt in your hands. Back where she belongs. It's usually so hard not to constantly fidget with her grip. Trace your fingers along the cloth wraps. You wondered so often what material it could be. So soft and pleasant to touch. Skin. Yes, these wraps feel like her skin. Like holding her hand or... something far more crass. What must her body look like? Does she even have one? No. You know her body well by now. The blade. You can't wait to see it. Her body.

The covers of your sleeping roll should provide privacy enough. You lay on your side. She's lying next to you. Both barely lit by the campfire. Her guard shines silver and gold in the dark. You can't help but be entranced by it. Fingers slowly trailing along the faded ancient designs etched into the quilllon. You're naked. You didn't want clothes to get in the way. You wanted to be close... and you wanted her to see you. She's already been inside you after all. It's only fair she'll see you as you are. It's making you quite anxious. You've never exposed yourself like this to anyone. Too much fear. Your body found lacking in the judgement of maidenhood in the eyes of others. You knew she wouldn't. The fear was still there. You brought her close. Like a child hugging a toy. No. She brought you comfort but she was embracing you back. You clutched her sheath between your legs. Her whispers caressed the back of your head. It felt good. You stroked her back, of course. Fingers tracing her pommel like petting a soft animal. You could almost hear her purr.

The way she protected you put you at ease. However, there was something still bothering you. She was still dressed.

You but your lip so hard it bled. This was no doubt an act of madness. You knew best her edge was as sharp as the void. Even the very air around it could split flesh. Ineed, you've lately been honing the art of decapitating your opponent without their skin ever touching the blade. To have that same blade against your most tender body parts...

Your hands were already pulling at the sheath. Reason be damned. You needed her. And soon, her gleaming silver body was stripped of its protection. She laid bare before you. The reflection of the fire danced along her smooth skin. You brought your finger to her edge and dragged along her leght.

Nothing.

Not even a drop of blood escaped your fingertips. She was as sharp as ever. You knew it to be true. And yet... she would not hurt you. Unable to hold back, you wrap your legs around her and press her tightly against your trembling body. There is no pain. She feels neither hot nor cold on your skin. Slowly, you bring your lips to her hilt. Leaving a gentle kiss on her pommel. This might look silly to some. Kissing your sword, griding along its blade. But you've never felt happier. You feel a warmth in your chest. You close your eyes and reach out.

And find her.

Her body ever changing. Shifting in form. Pale and frail. Viscerally feminine. Nothing like depictions of demons fed to you by the church.

You’ve seen her before.

In long buried memories. In times of play as a child. In times of shame of your body. In the endless nights unable to leave the dark comfort of your warm blanket.

She can see all of you.

Your past and present.

In this twisted realm at the border of your consciousness. This world inside your minds. A place only you share. You can both see each other fully.

You saw her let out a hollow laugh at centuries of destruction. You saw her embrace her humanity. You saw her betrayed. You saw her locked into this form. The loneliness of decades trapped in that wretched cave. Forgotten even by the foul creatures that came to call it home. The yearning to be found, to be embraced.

You both embraced each other in this twisted world. Exploring your new bond.

Your tongue danced along her sharp edge. Her hand sank between your legs. You felt the softness of otherworldly pale snakeskin of her demonic curves. Her metal gleamed dripping with your cum.

It’s only the two of you now.

You did not have an explanation for Lavey as to why you were making love to your sword when she awoke in the morning.

You hope that slashed, bloodied bodies of your former party mates was explanation enough.

You would not be separated.

#empty spaces #es #demonposting #personal

[burnt-to-cynders]

Being a culturally-Christian atheist, I’ve always been kind of unsatisfied with my inability to purge phrases like “oh my god” from my common usage, but since last year I’ve started used “gods” in place of god and the effects have been satisfying. Here are the benefits I’ve discovered

Really easy to get into the habit of, since it’s just an addition onto the end of a phrase I’ve always used.

Has gotten me into using the much more evocative “Gods Below” and “Gods Above” exclamations(thanks APGTE).

Is much more inclusive of people who believe in non-Christian and especially polytheistic religions.

Probably will make stuck-up Christian very upset when I use it in their presence.

It better reflect my own beliefs that we are all each sparks of divinity that are capable of miracles as mundane as extending kindness to someone who’s grown numb to it and as grandiose as sending one of our own to the moon.

Seriously next time you see something that’s wild or outrageous throw out a “Gods Below and Everburning” people will Twist Their Necks to look at you funny. It’s fantastic.

#cynposting #demonposting

[vio-marks]

this is the worst emote ive ever seen why is it looking at me

#vio marks #viomarks #vio-marks #demon #demonposting #discord

[howlingheretic]

Hell has a crime-style landscape btw

#howling #demon posting #hell #hellposting #hell posting #demonposting

[deicide-for-amateurs]

human summoning circle. it's not a pentagram but just a drawing of Loss. lined with gunpowder, which demons consider to be the best human invention. most of the humans are incredibly terrified upon being summoned.

#wizardposting #demonposting #summoning circle

[websitesdotcom]

Zeke would also like lain i think

#envy watching lain choke herself being like thats so us and sloth being like do you have something to tell me #for real though i think he would get it. and he would tell kilmer about it #i think kilmer would like it too but she would be struck with she just like me fr #frantically typing into hell google what is kinning why girl on tv like me how do i know if i kin why this happening #also slightly related i just ordered a lain shirt 🫂 excited for it #speaking #demonposting #zeke

[ask-gazimon]

Baphomet was the first futanari

#shitpost #demonposting #baphomet #tst #the satanic temple #demoncore #devilcore #enby culture #enby #intersex #lgbtqplus #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbt #I woke up in a cold sweat next to my boyfriend and said this with a gasp #it was like a stupid epiphany #satanic #satanism