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callmemerry00 · 2 months

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Ok, hear me out

Bonus:

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ddeltacrane · 9 months

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Onmyoboys

#onmyoji game #onmyoji #susanoo #susabi #shuten doji #onikiri #ibaraki doji #taishakuten #asura #yato no kami

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moved-to-6023421 · 1 year

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promo art i did for Demon Parade: An Unofficial Onmyoji Zine

#onmyoji #suzuka gozen #onikiri #asura #taishakuten #orochi #enma #yato no kami #vampira #kohaku

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onmyojizine · 26 days

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👹DEMON PARADE LEFTOVER SALES👹

Leftover sales for Demon Parade: An Onmyoji Zine are now open!

Leftovers will run from April 5, 12:00 PST to May 3, 23:59PST.

Check us out here at https://onmyojizine.bigcartel.com/

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lucidreamery · 1 year

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Some of my Onmyoji drawings, hopefully I'll make more soon~

#Ootengu #ichimokuren #Lord Arakawa #shuten douji onmyoji #shuten dōji #shuten doji (酒吞童子)#onmyoji #yato no kami #onmyoji game #art #digital art

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skvet17 · 6 months

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My daily life in Onmyoji. My favorite boys, I love them ♥

#onmyoji #onmyoji rpg #onmyoji orochi #yamata no orochi #orochi #yato no kami #yato #fanart #original character #my ocs

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weird-addiction · 2 years

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hi! can i request omj hcs on how yatonokami would deal with having romantic feelings/relationships . thx <3

Pairing : Yato No Kami x GN!Reader

A/n: Bat god >:). I’m writing this at like 11pm so yeah

ఌ His character is kind of hard to read honestly, cause it’s like he never shares anything with you.

ఌ The only time he would open up to you is if you both sit down at a relaxing spot and like watch the sunset or something, but you’re still the one that has to start the conversations

ఌ And when he heard you speak, he doesn’t know how to express himself since this feeling new to him. This man has been sealed for years and you expect him to know how to love? Like c’mon.

ఌ Touch. Starved. Thats it. You know this man hasn’t had any physical affection for years and he yearns for it.

ఌ When he finally confesses he’ll probably be straight forward as hell, like no beating around bush no sugarcoating nothing. My god he had no shame really.

ఌ When you say you accept him, he will be overjoyed inside but just smile at you on outside. (Kind of like Hua Cheng from TGCF)

ఌ Bonus: he will cuddle you every night when you sleep. He wants to be close as possible to you.

“Mmm…don’t go…your warm…Hm? You can..get up later..right now just stay here with..me…”

#🥀mukuro’s way #reader insert #male reader #onmyoji #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #onmyoji x reader #male y/n #Yato no Kami #Yato no Kami Onmyoji #Yato No Kami x reader

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venmotif · 2 years

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yato no kami I have Such a soft spot for vampires

#nemeraki #onmyojitober2022 #art #阴阳师 #阴阳师手游 #idk #onmyojitober #onmyoji #yato no kami #yato

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a-weird-writer · 1 year

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yato kami licking my finger cuz i got a papercut

"Yare yare. So careless, allow me to so politely assist you."

Yato no Kami is discrete. Why shouldn't he be? A dark noble of devilish delight and merit, surrounded in fallen blood, dead and alive. Pools of red follow his footsteps, the lingering rot and withering deaths of weaker Enshyoujo. Brethren at his beck and call, obedient and violent as a beast can be. He controls a whole world, winged and armed to the teeth, ready to feast at the slightest raise of his hand.

Regardless of his past misdeeds, he likes to steady himself. Keep balanced, fair but carelessly free. For his lover and the sake of his intelligence.

Minor Warning; Yato no Kami being Yato no Kami & mild suggestive themes. Spoilers for Yato's seal (Blood, blood drinking & bleeding. Paper cuts. Hints at sadism, gruesome vampire being a gruesome vampire.)

It's impossible for him to take anything too seriously, making light of the most ridiculous situations. Life is a game to his humble self, a role to fulfill. Goal reaching, to seek the pinnacle of life's potential, live as much as possible; pawns to play, foes to harm. It's simply natural to cling to happy memories, to establish yourself to pleasure and meaning.

Being an ancestral god of vampires-a lord amongst their kind-doesn't exactly lighten the overwhelming weight of his presence, nor should it be so quickly glazed over. Not that he bothers concealing it.

Yato is honest and open about his endless appetite, especially when it comes to his favored one's blood. His cravings are indeed a bother, but he minds not, for he trusts himself to never be too suffocating to his maidens. He was born with them and makes no light work of how willing he acts on them but is more than strong enough to control himself whenever or wherever he deems fit.

Blood is an important part of who Yato is, long past anything even remotely human. But he has no intention of ever wholly losing himself, not to be a creature of voiceless whispers, endless wandering and meaningless destruction.

So, when you accidently cut your finger and so innocently ask for a bandage, Yato restrains-yet can't help but jump at the chance to indulge. As merciless creatures like him always do, moving and entangling themselves in a furious cycle of addicting pleasure. Roaring like lions, drooling at the sight of carnage.

Teeth drop, lips moistened by a sharp cruel tongue. An eagle watching mice struggle in their long talons, a tiger preparing to hungrily pounce at an innocent elk. His irises narrow only a mere inch, burning an invisible hole in your hand. Tainted, barely noticeable by a fool not paying attention. Flicked delicately across a smile. Tasting the smell in the air, a void within hungers, delighting in its freshness.

His voice is unwavering despite his true intentions, deep as night and black as the abyss, glazed in the purest malice known to man. Greed and malice quake his throat, erupting in an earthly rumble so quiet you can't properly hear it. Meant to pick apart and brash forward. Reflecting the bitterness of an oncoming storm, a calamity swelling. An aftertaste of you can't describe, behind the grey clouds at the center of Skies' natural disruption. It's mark upon the Heavens, immortal, lasting.

Deciding-determined to give something else Yato no Kami insists is far more helpful.

His smirk, thin and small, is one of pleasure. Of a sweet sourness, leaving a bad taste in your mouth. A pale shadow, dark in its wisdom; sincere, overcoming. The upward twist that never reaches his eyes, a sharp contrast to his nature. And it intensifies as he eyes your cut, devouring your sight. Trained on the life resting in the depths of your finger, peaking out so very slightly. An ocean of nourishment and nutrition.

His gaze looks so simple, divine and knowing. Fast to crush, consume all unfortunate enough to cross its path. The gentle wave of dark lashes, water resisting oil, deadly darkness, capturing red. No light exists in his remorseless vanity. Only being, the deep purity of his instinct; You know better, throughout your countless encounters with the supreme monster bewitching you-how to truly look someone in the eyes. How to unveil the secret of their gaze, the windows to their soul. Assuming Yato still had his.

Little do you know Yato doesn't have secrets, there is no reason to hide his truest self from anyone or anything, curious or opposite. There is no bigger underlying principle, Yato no Kami simply is because he wants to be.

He won't foolishly deny his inhuman greed for your skin, (Especially since he knows when you can tell, reading your expressions like reading a picture book, like it's hard?) if questioned. But you seem to be burdened-thinking there is more to Yato then he is already showing, and he supposes you aren't exactly wrong to assume such of a creature of the night like him.

It is right to be fearful of things you don't understand, to try and grasp the mysterious tides of the unknown. If humans didn't fear things as much, they wouldn't have grown so advanced and paranoid. Fear is a critical tool for survival.

The fluid so rich and fresh beneath the surface of your flesh. So red, so inviting. Blood speaks volumes. Talks so dirty and filthy in desire. As mentioned before, Yato bothers not to mask his intent, but he does bother enough to hold himself back in certain situations.

And the restraint is useful of course. And someone needs to clean your mess up. It helps a great deal most times, to not completely bite off your finger as he welcomes its sliced tip onto his tongue, excited to have a taste. His grip on your hand is careful and slow, purposefully treading lightly to both avoid truly antagonizing his beloved and to tease you as well as himself, to savor the moment even more before it's ruined.

Sensing the second it threatens to drip, waste away like dirt on the floor, he doesn't allow it the satisfaction of an escape. Nor will he allow you to look away. See and observe as he feasts, how beautifully the skin reacts.

Hook, line and sinker. Blood is his nature and rituals require sacrifice. To take life, play games, one must be as cunning as he is. While he roams outside the well, while he can say something about it, your blood shall yield. Where's the fun if he can't properly savor it?

His tongue so wickedly licks before your blood can wiggle another inch, flowing smoothly upon your finger, still frozen in shock in such an erupt action. Skin flushing in his wake, pausing to cherish and lavage in his defined pursue of your taste.

Every flavor, every patch of skin, every offering, drunk empty. As Shuten Dōji enjoys his wine, Yato no Kami obviously happily devours your fluids to the absolute fullest.

Delicate and fluffy to the touch, his tongue drinks everything it touches. Not only your blood but your flesh as well. His saliva coating behind each lovely stroke, leaving a reminder of where he's been, drying the single moment he departs.

Can't have that now, can we? He doesn't even give you a minute to gather yourself, to actually respond to his strange offer. His sudden weird, urge to 'help' you out.

How sad would it be? To break by his hand?

But where is the meaning in that, dare he wonder? There is a corrupt energy, recklessly flying in a caged frenzy. Miasma of ruby red, the stirred emotion of a pure vampire. The cracked veins, spreading like an infectious plague, rage inhuman blood. The vicious moons burn like embers, an infernal flame, absorbing the cut like it was last vulnerable thing they will ever see.

His smile-unchanging-holds true and tells no lies.

For Yato no Kami is, after all, a simple monster acting on purely instinct.

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minluce · 2 years

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I have just seen your onmyoji pride icons and I am crying, they are so pretty. could you maybe make some with Asura, Taisha, Ibaraki Doji and Yato no Kami with the pan flag in the background? That would be amazing! Lots of love for you and your amazing edits. <3

yeah absolutely!! tysm for the lovely anon

I'm happy to hear you like my edits :)