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chemicalarospec · 1 year

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Aphobia is real and if you say it isn't, the Devil is currently setting aside a space for you in Hell.

#i said this #aspec #aphobia #acespec #arospec #asexual #aromantic #hell tw #religion #devil tw #religious threats #(in jest but just in case)

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stupid-but-gentle-writing · 1 year

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What did you think when you made me this way? Chapter 2

Total words: 608

Tag List (ask to be tagged): @latenightcupsofcoffee

Trigger warnings: (fear of) abonnement, religious themes (talk of the devil), mentioned homelessness, parent issues

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The devil's house was bigger than any house Anwir had ever seen. He couldn’t help but stop and stare at it when the woman opened the front gate and walked him through the clean and colorful garden. He could feel Fintan looking at him (how? He did not know, he hadn’t shown any emotions since he had answered his question) and as soon as his gaze became unbearable, he closed his half-open mouth and followed the family inside.

Inside, the house was even bigger and Anwir’s mouth fell open again. The interior was simple yet detailed, showing how deep this place could go. There were paintings on every wall, a few plants in corners with deep dark green leafs casting shadows as soon as the man turned the lights on. He walked straight to the kitchen, followed by the woman, leaving Anwir alone with the devil in the living room.

The situation slowly started to sink into Anwir. He was in a stranger’s house (would he count the devil as a stranger?), surrounded by richness he could only dream of. He didn’t want to wonder how a family could have such richness, so he pushed the thought away. He felt dirty and out of place, with his clothes that never really dried or always got wet. Panic would have settled if it wasn’t for the fact he had always lived in a panic since he ran away, accepting the fact the world never went the direction he thought it would go.

‘You should hang your jacket there and put your shoes over there,’ and Fintan grabbed Anwir’s shoulder to turn it towards the places he pointed to. This time, there was the same shock, the same sense of short pain going through his shoulder.

But he did what he was asked to, not wanting to discover what would happen if he went against the words of the devil.

‘Are you hungry?’

Anwir looked up from his shaking hands before he nodded. Yes, he was hungry, he didn’t remember the last time he hadn’t felt like that. It was hard, living on the street, and life before that had even been hard. He hadnt fully understood the reasons why; he knew life wasn’t fair from a young age, but that had been it. He had understood that, he hadn’t understood that it had applied to him.

Not until now.

‘They will be cooking dinner soon,’ and Fintan walked towards the kitchen. If he was surprised by the fact the man and the woman were whispering to each other in tones that indicated they were in a state of disbelief, he ignored it and instead went straight to the fruit bowl to grab an apple from it.

‘Have this meanwhile,’ and he handed the apple to Anwir.

It was a perfect apple; it was round and bigger than any apple Anwir had ever seen. The perfect shade of red (it was like blood, once he noticed that, he couldn’t forget) rested on it. He wanted to grab and bite into it, but a wave of hesitation suddenly fell over him.

The devil looked at and studied him before he pushed the apple closer to Anwir. ‘Take it. It shows you haven’t had anything good in a while. I don’t want you to starve.’

Anwir took it.

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I don't want you to starve.

Fintan didn’t want him to die in any way. And there were many ways, the devil knew because he had seen them all.

I don’t want you to starve.

No, he wanted Anwir to stay alive. And there were many reasons for why, and Anwir knew none.

#abandonment tw #religion tw #devil tw #homelessness tw #parent issues tw #my writing #writer #oc writing #writumblr #the truthseeker #creative writing #current wip #low fantasy #fantasy wip #superpower wip #superpowers wip #work in progress

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mischiefxmuses · 1 year

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Henry Creel - Me and the Devil

"And I said hello Satan, ah I believe it is time to go Me and the devil walkin' side by side Me and the devil walking side by side"

Soap&Skin

#mischiefxmusesxedits #henry & headcanon #religion tw #satan tw #devil tw

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fycoren · 2 months

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wuh oh-

#ive been sitting on these so long #literally how did the devil himself bring back my like for whump?!#hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #whump art #whump #fycodraws #tw blood #tw injury #tw kidnapping #tw knife #lmk if im missing smthn #ichor got too fun to draw #dont think too much abt who's doing this bc i dunno #knife n situation are inspired by the scene in hb tho lol

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ozzgin · 10 days

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I just watched The First Omen at the cinema and you may go ahead and cuff me for blasphemy, but…

Yandere! Devil x Reader

You have been chosen by the Cult as the one to carry their ungodly plan after many failed attempts. This time it was a success, yet not for the reasons they might expect. The Devil has his eyes on you.

Content: female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, blasphemy, violence, horror, a non-consent scene!, based on The First Omen (2024); image from the promotional poster

Why you, of all people? You're not particularly devoted to religion, nor do you stand out in terms of virtuousness. Or lack of, for that matter. Alas, their reasons remain unknown.

What's certain is that you woke up one day and found yourself strapped to a foreign bed, staring into a ceiling you didn't recognize. You weren't alone. Around your helpless form stood men and women, dressed in black and wearing a solemn smile. Your forehead received a gentle, encouraging stroke from the hand of the priest. The scent of chrism invaded your nostrils.

You begged them to release you. The older man spoke softly in your ear. "You are serving a greater purpose. It is all in the name of God." God? Purpose? You rolled your eyes back and gazed upon the large painting hanging behind you. Virgin Mary and her blissful smile and stretched out hands felt like a mockery.

The holy image vanished as a black cloth was nonchalantly draped over your face. You felt the rope tighten around your neck and begun gasping for the scarce air barely making it through the thick canvas. A crescendo of muffled chants, and the room went abruptly quiet. Had everyone left?

Then you heard it. That profane growl, causing the entirety of your body to shiver in repugnance and terror. You trashed, and pulled, and screamed, to no avail. A clawed hand rested on your bare stomach, then a second one traced the rest of your body. You laid limp, vision blurred as the room swayed in tandem with the sacrilegious act.

You'd been defiled by a Beast. The next time you opened your eyes, you were back in your bed. Your hopes of it being a mere nightmare were shattered the moment you lifted your gown and noticed the deep scratches, the monstrous prints left on your skin, and the hollow sensation in the pit of your stomach. Your body had been tampered with, and something was growing out of your misfortune. A vile blight, throbbing with life within the comfort of your flesh.

You spent the months haunted by voices and visions. The grotesque, horned Creature would frequently reappear in your mind, exhausting all other thoughts. Such a heavy, imposing presence. It wouldn't let you forget, not even for a second: you belonged to Him, and He would soon return to retrieve you. The mother of His child, the object of His adoration. Was such a thing even conceivable?

You prayed to be left alone, yet the Cult naturally longed for its promised gift, bound to come back eventually. And so, once more, you were facing the people who caused your despair. "We've come for the child", the priest explained, glancing at your obvious, bulging belly. The clawed hand framing it was still a fresh wound that never healed, almost as an ominous warning: this body was owned by a jealous God.

Your trembling hands revealed a pocketknife. This time, you were prepared. The group took a moment to observe your daring gesture, then proceeded to approach you with calculated steps, with newfound resolve. Would you be able to keep them away? Their intentions were clear: you were in possession of the Antichrist, and they needed to secure this immense power.

The ground shook, and everyone froze. You glanced at the altar painting, the same one that witnessed your corruption. Virgin Mary remained with an unfaltering smile. From behind the ornate frame, large, horrid hands creeped out. A travesty of everything Holy. The priest gasped and quickly threw his hands in prayer. This was not part of the plan. This was not meant to happen.

"Pater noster, qui es in caelis-" he began, but his voice was cut short. His face turned pale, and he clutched his chest with a terrible grimace. The nun next to him let out a scream before she was pushed away by an invisible force. Her body hit the wall with a loud, wet sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing. You stared at the massacre unfolding before you, devoid of any fear. Somehow, in the depths of your soul, you knew you'd be safe.

An enormous shadow emerged from behind the painting, twisting, bending, stalking towards you. Your nose scrunched at the stench of blood. You were the last one standing among corpses. To your surprise, you exhaled deeply, shoulders drooping in comfort. A silent voice murmured in your ear, telling you not to fear. That Father was finally home for you.

Foolish, ridiculous humans. He'd been willing to entertain their petty plans of grandeur, until he met you: your tender, frail body, your innocent soul. How exalting it was to have his way with you. You were meant to be the one. To carry His offspring into the damned world. But not for some trifling reason of a Cult desperate to crawl their way back into control. Their greatest mistake - which led to their demise - was to assume the Devil himself can be controlled, ordered around. He has allowed you the greatest honor of joining him, out of your free will, to sow the seeds of chaos as his beloved mortal.

Thus, he couldn't have possibly allowed anyone to interfere. What you saw that day, in that old, musty underground cavern, was an omen: a bloodbath awaits the one who dares to approach his human.

You look up into the demonic orbs: trenches of madness, obsession, vulgarity, burning holes into you, slurping your very existence with hunger and lust. You are his.

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st-hedge · 14 days

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*clapping* fight fight fight

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc3 #dante sparda #vergil sparda #tw blood #tw guns #*reaches for wallet* I’ll pay for their therapy #this is their equivalent of kids throwing chairs at each other in the school canteen

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kuzoowl · 1 month

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Angel devil contract 💉

#tw blood #cw: blood #cw: gore #i think it is?? not sure #angel devil #chainsaw man #csm #csm fanart #digital art #kuzoowl #my art

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cataraxis · 2 months

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Just love his design <3

#guillotine devil #chainsaw man #csm 158 #csm 158 spoilers #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #skulls #tw skull #tw blood

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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months

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I died and went to Hell (hell was a bland but somewhat cozy townhouse) and they tried to torture me but none of their torture methods worked on me so I decided I had nothing to lose and tried to seduce the Devil (did not work - he is asexual).

#dream #text #November 7th 2023 #hell #death tw #violence tw #torture tw #asexual #devil #seduction #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

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nerdpoe · 6 months

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Danny was a stillborn, and Maddie made a deal with a Devil to give her baby a soul so he could live.

But the Devil couldn't really like, make a wholeass new soul for this. He could grab one of the ones he owned, but that'd just be putting an adult in an infants body, and that whole thought kind of weirded the Devil out.

So, he compromised.

He had a piece of the Laughing Magicians soul, and he just kinda.

Shoved that into the baby corpse.

And holy shit it worked, the kid took it.

Which, awesome! He gets the lady's soul and the kids when it's matured!

Except that was fifteen years ago, and now said Devil is desperately trying to get into contact with Constantine to cancel the deal they signed and agreed to.

Cuz that little baby?

Yeah he's the High King of the fucking Infinite Realms; a being that can not only cancel said contract, but do it and declare the Devil who made it guilty of Treason.

So he needs to find the Laughing Magician fucking yesterday, before the kid looks too closely at why his soul is so weird and figures it out.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #when danny does find out that said devil has a contraact on his mom #he pays the dude a visit #tbh he's bein real nice about #literally just dropped in to ask what needs to be done to nullify the contract #but this devil is SHITTING HIMSELF the entire time #oh yeah #baby corpse tw #death of a child #he gets better tho #wait shouldn't all danny phantom posts have “death of a child” in the tags #cuz i mean #if we're getting technical

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andrew3garfield · 6 days

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LATE NIGHT WITH THE DEVIL (2023)

#late night with the devil #david dastmalchian #jack delroy #cameron cairnes #colin cairnes #horroredit #horrorgifs #cinemagifs #horror film #moviegifs #tw flashing #tw flickering #horror #useranna3

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stupid-but-gentle-writing · 1 year

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What did you think when you made me this way? Chapter 1

Total words: 1.2k

Tag List (ask to be tagged): @latenightcupsofcoffee

Trigger warnings: (fear of) abonnement, religious themes (talk of the devil), mentioned homelessness, parent issues

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When Anwir was twelve, he met the devil.

At first, he thought it was a hallucination. The sun was setting, casting shadows all around him, so a slender figure around his height but taller than he must have been among them. Nobody knew he was here (hiding or waiting? It was always unclear to him), so a shadow it must have been.

But when the sun hid behind dark clouds that showed it was going to rain soon again, the figure didn’t disappear. It still stood there, in the middle of the only exit of the alleyway he had started to call his home, silently telling him it couldn’t be a figment of his imagination. His head was a bad place. It could be an even worse place when he was hungry and thirsty, unable to change it (like now).

His head could never come up with something like this, though.

‘You are alone,’ the devil spoke. A smooth voice, not hiding the fact the owner was still a child around Anwir’s age. Every word sounded soft, not kind, but comforting and yet confronting the fact that it was the truth.

Anwir was alone.

It wasn’t a question (it had never sounded like one) so Anwir didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed his tired and shaking body closer to the wall, ignoring the rough feeling of the bricks. In a way, his moving was an answer, telling the devil to go away. He was alone, yes, but he didn’t seek out company from this figure.

The devil wanted to step forward, closing the distance, but the sound of two voices calling out made it freeze. ‘I’m here.’ The smooth voice again, though it sounded not soft, but kind this time.

Anwir could still feel its eyes not leaving him, looking completely through him. He didn’t question the fact how it had known he was here (nobody knew he was here, he was alone), in his mind it made sense the devil had finally found him.

He sure had done sinful things.

‘Fintan,’ one of the two voices called out before the owner appeared next to the devil. It was a woman, Anwir could tell by the little bit of light the streetlight behind her was casting, and she put her hand on the devil’s shoulder. ‘What are you looking at?’

She tried to follow his gaze but the darkness was too much for her.

The devil called Fintan looked up at her and then at the second figure that appeared next to her. He was a broad man, the tallest of them all, who when he spoke, had the deepest voice Anwir ever heard. ‘If it is a cat, we have to leave. You can’t have one and you know that.’

‘It is not a cat,’ Fintan said, voice still smooth, but this time there was a sharp edge to it. Anwir would have cut himself against it. The two figures didn’t even flinch, possibly used to it. ‘There is someone there.’

‘Someone?’ the woman spoke. She couldn’t hide her surprise, making Anwir flinch. ‘It’s probably one of those homeless people that are populating this city these days. Nothing you haven’t seen before, dear. Come, we have to get home.’ She grabbed the devil’s hand (truly, how could she talk to him like that?) and pulled it towards her.

But Fintan didn’t move.

‘It isn’t one of those homeless people that are populating this city these days,’ and the devil copied the woman’s tone without hesitation, clearly mocking her and even more clearly knowing he won’t get punished for it. ‘There is a child and I want to see them.’

The man and the woman looked at each other only the way parents could look at each other. Anwir would know, he had parents after all, though everything in this scenario would indicate that it was in the past tense for a reason. ‘We have to get home fast,’ the man started to speak.

‘I want to see them,’ Fintan repeated, firmly putting his feet on the floor.

The man and the woman looked at each other once again, before the woman shrugged and the man sighed deeply. The pair let go of Fintan, and he immediately took his chance, stepping forward with his steps echoing through the alleyway. He was surrounding Anwir.

Anwir wanted to flee. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to fall through the wall or sink through the floor, anything else but watch the trio walking straight out of his worst nightmares towards him. He wanted to scream, to bite, to cry. But he could do nothing, too frozen in fear and horror, listening to the alarm bells in his head going off.

Many had warned him about events like this. He had listened, maybe in fear, maybe in disbelief, but he had listened and he knew what to do. And yet, his entire mind went blank and he could do nothing more than let it play out, praying it won’t be as bad as the stories he had listened to.

The devil came closer and closer until Anwir saw its shadow falling over him. Fintan bowed closer to him, his too-blue eyes squeezing, maybe to keep the darkness out of his view or maybe to figure out every little thing about Anwir in a matter of seconds.

‘It is really a kid,’ the woman spoke, staying three steps behind Fintan. It wasn’t out of fear, none of them were showing anything but endless curiosity and hurry.

‘I told you,’ and Fintan did the unbelievable.

His arm stretched forward and his hand was no longer a fist; showing long and slender fingers with perfect nails that ghosted Anwir’s face when the fingers closed around his chin and titled them up to meet the devil’s eyes. They were too bright, too blue, and overall too perfect to be true.

It all happened so fast and yet so slowly.

Too fast to comprehend why this was happening.

Too slow to understand what was happening.

Then, a shock. A small one but one that made Anwir gasp nonetheless, both in surprise and pain. It traveled through Fintan’s fingers into his chin and back.

Being so close to each other gave Anwir another chance to look. Fintan had his white hair in a low ponytail. It had turned messy, showing he must have been walking a long time, giving the wind time to play with it. A mole rested on the right corner of his face, just above his lips. The smile resting on his face almost made it invisible. He had sharp teeth, the sharpest teeth Anwir had ever seen, and they caught every bit of light there was.

‘What is your name?’ the devil asked. His voice was no longer smooth; he had erased any sign of emotions and feelings, leaving behind an empty question.

One Anwir had to answer. Even though he didn’t want though, he couldn’t stop himself from opening his mouth and saying: ‘Anwir Sandoval.’ The realization he had told a stranger his name hit him seconds later. ‘What did you do to me?’ If Fintan’s voice was emotionless, Anwir’s voice was shaking with too many emotions.

‘I just copied what you can do,’ and Fintan let go of his chin. ‘It is going to rain soon. Do you want to sleep somewhere warm?’

The man and the woman wanted to protest, Anwir could feel it. The change in the air was always easy to feel. Still, they didn’t pull their child away or told him to follow them back home, leaving Anwir alone forever and always. They just watched how this turned out and listened to Anwir’s honest answer.

‘Yes, please.’

#abandonment tw #religion tw #devil tw #homelessness tw #parent issues tw #my writing #writer #oc writing #writumblr #the truthseeker #creative writing #current wip #low fantasy #fantasy wip

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isaacthedruid · 25 days

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