ANIME DUMP PART x2.

Diavolo when he was a child: ohh! so you’re the thing that grows on trees?

Demon king:yes.

Demon king:*leaves*

Diavolo:

“You can’t get away from the dark forces. Evil is everywhere, so don’t savor your victory. There are other Digimon who are just as powerful as I am. Some of them are just stronger. I wonder what you’ll do when you run into them? You haven’t won at all! What a waste of time.”

-Devimon, “Digimon”

Demon king Ziggy

“Hell is super fun!”

-Emperor Mateus

dicetheroll:

BFF Extremes! pt. 2

The short of it: “RAD Vogue: What The Hell I’m In Hell”

AN: IT’S FINALLY HERE! Ooookay so after finals, a surgery and my laptop crashing, I’m back with the awaited sequel to BFF Extremes!and it’s in headcanon form for easy reading! Sorry about the wait, I will be getting to requests shortly!

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You stumbled out of the portal, glaring at the man with teal hair. “Hey! What gives-?”

You froze as you took in the sight before you. You were standing in a large, medieval administration hall, before eight imposing men. The teal-haired man beside you touched your arm gently, and gestured towards a tall, red-haired man with a smile brighter than LED headlights.

“Hello, MC. Welcome to the Devildom.”

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─hatarakumaou-sama!icons

caffeinewitchcraft:

writing-prompt-s:

You were once the demon king. “Defeated” by the hero, you went into hiding to pursue a simpler life. Today the “hero” has appeared, threatening you family to pay tribute, not realizing who you actually are. Today you show them what happens when you have something worth fighting to protect.

You are told at seven that you won’t ever do anything good in your life. You grow up knowing that it doesn’t matter that you help your younger sister make her letters properly or that you’re the one who stays up late with mother when too many custom orders come through the tailor shop. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want to hurt anyone or control anyone or anything of the sort. It doesn’t matter that your name means Lightin your mother’s native language because as soon as they realize that you’re the Demon King, no one ever calls your name again.

You are chased out of your village the moment your powers bloom at fifteen years old, and the skies turn black with your fear. A rock hits you between your shoulder blades just as you make it to the main road and you stumble, falling to your knees in a mud puddle at the very moment the skies open up.

“She’s cursing us!” the midwife who delivered you screams over the thunder. “She’s damning us with her!”

Your mother is crying, but she doesn’t raise a hand to help you. She did everything she could, keeping your Role a secret all these years. She won’t risk anymore with another little girl to take care of.

No one tells you that you have a choice. No kind stranger drags you out of the rain and into the warmth of their home where a wise sage tells you it is not how we are born, but what choices we make.

Instead, you take the little pack your mother hid for you in the depths of the forest and sling it over your shoulder. There’s money, provisions, and more wraps to cover the evil mark on your left bicep.

“Your destiny will find you,” your mother told you only hours ago. “I forgive you for it.”

She meant the words as a comfort, but you only heard condemnation in it. Without having killed so much as a fly, she is already blessing you with forgiveness.

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I’m gonna marry him….

Called it

Just sharing my Nikolai Lantsov/Too-Clever Fox/Demon King sticker cuz I had fun making it

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