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[darkdemeter]

You think that Vulgrim would (secretly) hand free stuff over to Child S/O sometimes? Under the excuse that they’re like potions close to expiration anyway? And Strife or one of the others totally find out anyway and only back off (reluctantly) because at least it’s helping Child S/O? Strife totally still holds a petty grudge though. Like he needs a crazy expensive potion to heal and Child S/O gets one for free and she hands it to him but he’s still glaring at Vulgrim.

Surely the odd potion or two. It's a simple freebie, nothing more, it won't happen often... until he slips her a third one- Okay, so that potion may or may not go out of date soon. He needs to get rid of these old potions and such! And he certainly can't go handling them out to the Horsemen. What does he look like, a charity?

And Strife is totally glaring Vulgrim's way as he slowly takes a sip from a potion he had asked for JUST DAYS AGO but the asking price was too expensive (and yes, Vulgrim rubbed it in his face that he couldn't afford it). What does Strife look like, a bag of money!?

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If Vulgrim was barely able to see with Child S/O, due to the purity of her soul, imagine what would happen if she introduces her baby brother to him? A child’s pure soul is already bright enough but a baby’s? Too bright! He might need to start bringing a blindfold.

literally Vulgrim

[darkdemeter]

My work here is done, folks

Listen Here, Human~ | .ᐟ Based from the prompt , nsfw edition ・ 18+ below the cut・

Now there is nothing wrong being under a tall and strapping form of a woman, especially if she is a Horseman of the apocalypse and her name is Fury, a Hollow of flaming aura to match her hot vice.

She stands above you as a looming giant, your left wrist caught in the act of self pleasure now held under the jailer of her heel. Your eyes are wide and unblinking, pupils at first shrunken in unaware fright only to be blown wide and black until they become consuming balls of void to the colour in them.

Her other heel rests on the arched perch of your chest, digging raw and deeply like a dagger primed at your heart.

Was it a given that your beloved Horseman would look so enticing as she did in her armour? The commanding grace of her sauntering gait that accentuated a dominating presence of authority that made her hips and shoulders sway so. The tapering waves of her hair an ethereal entity that followed a rhythm all its own. And whenever her cruel, aggressive eyes met yours...

Your chest deflates with a sudden exertion of breath.

She winds the otherworldly teeth of Scorn around her hand, constricting and dominating in her action as the weapon's shadow danced a dark line over your throat; you could feel its phantom around your throat. She's marked by a self-assured smirk complacent on her painted lips. The glower of her fiery eyes could almost cool you, bringing a chill to run through your body and you suck down a gulp of breath as you whimper her name.

She tuts her tongue, body inclined to lean forward. Your eyes move in a slight motion she catches all too well. Sharp eyes. Your gaze had momentarily dropped down to the armoured crest that covers the plush cushion of her breasts. You can only imagine what sculpted form resided under all that garb.

You gulp.

"Listen here, human~" she purrs with her heel on your chest trekking downward. "You're not going to get away with pleasing yourself without my say so."

The toe and cliff of her heeled foot reaches where you're starved for attention and you let out a wanton moan, hips rolling in your fervor. Her foot lifts slightly, easing. The sunlight dances above her in the sky with a heated beat that works in sync with her Flame Hollow form.

"Go on, human. Show me how you pleasure yourself to me."

She... wants you to... oh.

"I-... I don't think that's a good- oh! yep. Yeaaah, I think that's a good idea~" The pressure of her foot there returns with a tediously slow caressing motion and you feel that arousal buzz through you, The whine of your lilted tone had shifted right quick and the corner of her lips kink up into a smug expression of her victory.

Her hands wring the coil of Scorn even tighter around her hand before with a quickened snap, the metallic weapon rattles with a toughened bite against its grinding brace.

"And you'd best not test your luck. I have means of breaking you in."

The heat that blooms in your cheeks burns and you're sure that if fluster had a scent, like fear can be detected, she could smell it on you.

Your other hand now delves between your legs, moving under the loosened fly of your pants, the jingle of your belt an empty noise as you focus on keeping your eyes on the Horseman above you, whimpering and moaning for her as you cup yourself in your bliss.

Your lower back arches into your palm and fingers, wincing pathetically for Fury as her foot pushes against the junction between your legs again.

She truly is your ray of sun, so hot tempered and cruel... but nothing can beat that smile she gives you, her voice compelling you to listen.

[darkdemeter]

Listen Here, Human~ | .ᐟ Based from the prompt , nsfw edition ・ 18+ below the cut・

Now there is nothing wrong being under a tall and strapping form of a woman, especially if she is a Horseman of the apocalypse and her name is Fury, a Hollow of flaming aura to match her hot vice.

She stands above you as a looming giant, your left wrist caught in the act of self pleasure now held under the jailer of her heel. Your eyes are wide and unblinking, pupils at first shrunken in unaware fright only to be blown wide and black until they become consuming balls of void to the colour in them.

Her other heel rests on the arched perch of your chest, digging raw and deeply like a dagger primed at your heart.

Was it a given that your beloved Horseman would look so enticing as she did in her armour? The commanding grace of her sauntering gait that accentuated a dominating presence of authority that made her hips and shoulders sway so. The tapering waves of her hair an ethereal entity that followed a rhythm all its own. And whenever her cruel, aggressive eyes met yours...

Your chest deflates with a sudden exertion of breath.

She winds the otherworldly teeth of Scorn around her hand, constricting and dominating in her action as the weapon's shadow danced a dark line over your throat; you could feel its phantom around your throat. She's marked by a self-assured smirk complacent on her painted lips. The glower of her fiery eyes could almost cool you, bringing a chill to run through your body and you suck down a gulp of breath as you whimper her name.

She tuts her tongue, body inclined to lean forward. Your eyes move in a slight motion she catches all too well. Sharp eyes. Your gaze had momentarily dropped down to the armoured crest that covers the plush cushion of her breasts. You can only imagine what sculpted form resided under all that garb.

You gulp.

"Listen here, human~" she purrs with her heel on your chest trekking downward. "You're not going to get away with pleasing yourself without my say so."

The toe and cliff of her heeled foot reaches where you're starved for attention and you let out a wanton moan, hips rolling in your fervor. Her foot lifts slightly, easing. The sunlight dances above her in the sky with a heated beat that works in sync with her Flame Hollow form.

"Go on, human. Show me how you pleasure yourself to me."

She... wants you to... oh.

"I-... I don't think that's a good- oh! yep. Yeaaah, I think that's a good idea~" The pressure of her foot there returns with a tediously slow caressing motion and you feel that arousal buzz through you, The whine of your lilted tone had shifted right quick and the corner of her lips kink up into a smug expression of her victory.

Her hands wring the coil of Scorn even tighter around her hand before with a quickened snap, the metallic weapon rattles with a toughened bite against its grinding brace.

"And you'd best not test your luck. I have means of breaking you in."

The heat that blooms in your cheeks burns and you're sure that if fluster had a scent, like fear can be detected, she could smell it on you.

Your other hand now delves between your legs, moving under the loosened fly of your pants, the jingle of your belt an empty noise as you focus on keeping your eyes on the Horseman above you, whimpering and moaning for her as you cup yourself in your bliss.

Your lower back arches into your palm and fingers, wincing pathetically for Fury as her foot pushes against the junction between your legs again.

She truly is your ray of sun, so hot tempered and cruel... but nothing can beat that smile she gives you, her voice compelling you to listen.

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No wonder his voice line is “Impressive!” 😏

[darkdemeter]

I waaaaaaanna… buy a cowboy hat

I waaaaaaanna… buy these as pins

And then I waaaaaanna… pin them all to that hat and have it on my shelf for display purposes :3

Dark West AU by @porkrolleggncheese

These cowboys make me ILL, they make me UNWELL, I am EMOTIONAL

I will hold the edgy cowboy until my dying BREATH—

[darkdemeter]

Oh my God!!! Will y/n's body be covered in scars or is it insecurity issues? Will there be signs of past abuse? I hope they're alright.

Yes, Y/N has scarring on their body (animatic trigger warning). And they will be alright, Samael will demonstrate a very... caring and tender side of him.

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Is the animatic something we'll be able to see when completed or is it a private commission?

Yes, the completed animatic will be public for everyone to see! It's not a commission or anything

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Sometimes I feel like the Darksiders fandom sleeps on the makers. Not Ulthane, but the makers of Tristone's. What y'all mean I have two hot momas, two daddy's, a pup and a gilf?? The Mad Smith?? Y'all sleeping on them.

If a titan is showing in front of me and in love with me in such a way that will likely craft, carve, grow, make things for me or think of me? Y'all, I am going awoga.

Also, momma Muria for the winners, I want to live in the Lesbian plants life with her.

Oh shiiii- you right! OUR MAKERS AT TRISTONE NEED LOVE TOO!

[opens portal]

Everyone get in! we're taking a field trip!

And hell yes, Momma Muria, respect to the Momma Muria UwU

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Hey, what's that Samael animatic gonna be about? Like, context wise, did you have an idea for where it's gonna go? Headcannons? Just curious.

the animatic is an angst/comfort about Y/N being a little self conscious about their body due to a rough upbringing and taking off their clothes in front of Samael for the first time.

I'm making it to a request submission I got.

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Yes but Vulgrim asks you to bring a human soul. Doesn't have to be yours

Also in my perspective he's not a hear me out, he's a hold me back

I mean you gotta keep ya man fed. And I respect your vision, anon. We love ourselves a hold me back~ 🤝

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Also I just realized I can hold Vulgrim princess style despite the massive size difference cuz he can float

He's my rotten husband. Absolutely no morals on him. And I'm holding him princess style

He is indeed your baby girl, your rotten corpse of a ghoulie husband.

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I just love a man who's a little self serving asshole. Love it when he does that little thing with his fingers. Absolutely can't trust him, he has his own goals, everything he does is in service to himself

Instead of asking for my hand in marriage he keeps asking for my soul, which I say no to, of course, I'm not a silly goose, I'm not giving that to him

Occasionally I work part time as a scarf, I just hang around his neck while he's making deals. He gives me little pets

"What would you ask this humble servant" his heart. Bet he wasn't expecting that answer. Laying it on thick since the first meeting. Getting down on one knee and kissing his hand. I'm not normal. Is he blushing. Literally everyone in universe is judging me but idc he's my baby girl

Also I do not have any normal thoughts about The Watcher either. Have you ever played those "Secret kiss" type flash games? Yeah it's exactly that... except The Watcher lacks a mouth but I'll figure something out

[Is scribbling down on a clipboard]

Mhm, I see. Fair point, anon... you've made yourself a case here. Thank you for enlightening me into your thoughts

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Finally got around to making the cover for Ledlihp's Wolf At Your Door

[darkdemeter]

Strife: Whoooose my sweetiepie?

Demon: Begging for dear life

S/O: I aaaaam ^^

Strife is just strangling that demon with an iron chain while being lovely dovey with S/O

Isn’t he just the most darling~?

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Y/N: Sure I can help, I know this place like the back of my hand! Just let me tell my boyfriend I'm leading you out, and we'll get going

Death: Boyfriend?

Vulgrim: ...hmhm hello

Death:

Death: Human we'll find you a better boyfriend

Y/N: But I don't want a better one 🥺 he's good

Death: He isn't

Y/N: Yeah I know but I want that one anyway

The Horsemen are on the case to rescue Y/N because surely this is some kind of imprisonment scheme.

There is no way in hell or heaven that Y/N is—

Y/N: *blows Vulgrim a kiss*

Death:

Sooooo…. You and Vulgrim, huh? 👀

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Y/N: Why are you putting garlic in your pants?

Strife: So the vampires won't bite my ass

Y/N: Why would vampires try to bite your ass?

Strife: They won't. The garlic- are you even listening?

Strife has to protect that ass from the vampires cause he is a DAMN SNACK!