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Chapter 6 of RAKUL is UP !
Meiren returns to the Fortress of the Demons.
original dark fantasy romance; Mind The Tags, dark themes.
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Chapters 4 & 5 of my original dark fantasy story Rakul are UP.
The Demon King lets the girl sacrificed to him go…
but expects that she will return to him.
Content Warning: non-consent & dark themes, mind the tags.
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Shitpost!
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I recently saw a post on pinterest where a pesronage had "I'm a disappointment to my family!" written on his clothes!
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So, it occurred to me to draw Meliodas with the caption "I'm a disappointment of my father!" .
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AND OH HELL! IF DK SAW MELI DRESSED LIKE THAT!
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🌵Enjoy!🌵
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P.S.: Couldn't resist and drew Meliodas with a ponytail...!
Here.s the reference Sheet of my sona DK If you want to make fanarts of him feel free to use him as for whatever you want thats all bye
Oh come on now! Great match 5 stars for sure bit damn finn should have won😶
Look at one of our favourite demons go! Oh this is perfect 🥰
I missed the Demon King
"Even the smallest person can change the course of the future" Demon!Finn Bálor
Summary: What should have been a cozy movie night turned into a cheesy(and a little geeky) love confession made by your long term demon boyfriend.
I hope you enjoy this little one shot- Jamie
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Movie nights weren't for him, normally. But when it was you who asked he nearly always agreed and if you promised good snacks, cuddles and a "Lord of the Rings"- Marathon, who was he to deny your wishes?
"Are you coming dear? I'm starving and Mordor is waiting!" He was impatient, there was no denying it. You only left two minutes ago to make some popcorn and get your Energy-Drink and your demon was already whining.
"Three more minutes then the popcorn will be ready, okay?" You expected no answer but what caught you by surprise were the two strong arms that hugged you from behind.
"I can't wait alone anymore, it's lonely." He hugged you tighter.
If anyone told him a year ago that he, the great demon king, would hug and act like this because of a petty human, no because of you, he would have sent them to the deepest level of hell to be taught a lesson of respect and that for all eternity. But that was a year ago. Before he met you.
You laughed a little at your partners antic. "Aww, my poor poor demon. You're a big boy aren't you? Go wait in the living room, I'll be the in no time."
He looked at you for a moment, with no readable expression. It worried you.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Bálor shook his head: "If you weren't my partner, I would have done terrible things to you for taunting me like that. It's funny how even the smallest person can change the course of the future." He looked at you with loving eyes. "I hope you know how special and dear you are to me."
You smiled softly: "I probably can't imagine it properly. But rest assured that you are as special and dear to me ."
You both turned your attention to the microwave as it pinged, indicating that the popcorn was ready now. Taking it out and putting it into bowl you two made your way to the couch, finally starting your movie marathon. With your head on Bálors shoulder and on of his arms around your waist you watched the first movie but halfway through the second movie your eyes grew heavier before you drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved.
Watching movies with Demon!Finn Bálor
Bálor and movies can be tricky
The first thing that comes to mind would be horror, right?
Wrong, if he wants to see blood, gore and fear he would stay in his realm
The only thing that would bring him to watch boring "human horror" would be you using him to hide yourself
(he finds it oddly adorable how some clown scares you)
He doesn't like romance too much either
(It's "too cringe-worthy")
He does like action movies though, even though they can get dull pretty fast (our favorite demon would concentrate on you sooner or later)
Comedies are alright as well, mostly because he loves your laugh no matter how embarrassing you find it to be
Expect lots of physical contact, let it be an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your thigh that man(demon) loves touching you
Don't expect to stop after just one movie if you're watching a series he's invested in, you're gonna watch all parts now
Believe it or not he loves Lord of the Rings
Lots of snacks are involved as well
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Trying something new with this, enjoy- Jamie
This opinion is beautiful! And so is the painting!
Yuuri's parched lips trembled a little as he blew the little air that remained in his lungs into the mateki. His little gamble was the only thing that stood between an aggressive hoard of raging Svelerans ahead and a rampaging sand bear behind them, this is all that stood between life and death - and not just his own but that of his friends who had followed him into the human lands and the mine workers whom he had promised hope. This was the first time that he realised how much he stood to lose, how much he had to protect. He was scared that too much was being asked of his half-hearted, long forgotten musical education.
A single, terrible note emanated from the instrument as his nervous breath rattled through it. It did not offer much promise to his vassals or his recently inducted subjects. However that single tone reverberated through the blood rushing through his veins and resonated through the sandy dunes that surrounded the quickly evolving, flammable scene - magnified thousand times over. At once, a strange tranquility descended upon Yuuri and he felt more rooted to this world and all its lifeforms than he had ever experienced before. He thought to himself, 'If not me.. who?'
He took in a deep breath and blew in with all his mind and mind. Before he had realised as much, his fingers moved in practiced symphony, emanating a song that remained quietly buried under adolescent humdrum, somewhere in his childhood memories. He thanked his younger self for having practiced so hard for the little concerts back then - for close to no effort had to be made for this one, orchestrated in the middle of a desert.
He stopped playing and opened his eyes. To his great disappointment, not much had changed - his heart fought madly against the sinking feeling rising steeply from his guts. Quite suddenly then, a swift wind picked up, and in the distance, just above the Sveleran sand clouds he saw dense thunderstorm gathering ominously. He blew into the instrument harder and concentrated deeply, until he became one with the rain that fell on the white hot sands and the lightning that clamoured overhead the assailants until they finally retreated.
Yuuri had gone back to playing the demon flute many times since that first time - and now he knew that the mateki was another instrument that gave physical form to his majutsu - he could assimilate, within his being, the element of water using the mateki. Therefore, although in the beginning his practice caused cyclonic thunderstorms for days on an end, now he could make it simply drizzle happily or bring it pouring down in sheets of deep mourning.
He realised much later what maryoku meant or what majutsu did. It was not a magical stone that had to be mined or a glass of water that could be drunk. In fact, it was not a tangible physical entity at all. It was nothing and everything at the same time. He played the flute looking for that feeling where nothing but the music of the flute remained - everything around him evaporated like a stale dream. A state of peace and longing, of lost and found, of holding on and letting go at the same time. People called it meditation, concentration, practice.. and until he was 15 he called it those things too.
But now he knew better. That feeling of transcendence was majutsu.
P.S. : all of this is entirely a personal opinion, not canon.
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