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A little gift~ 🍎📻

NO REPOST

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Never Even A Player

Hazbin Masterpost

Heavenbound AU (character redesigns)

You know that scene in Avatar the Last Airbender near the end of season 2? The one where Long Feng tries to double cross Azula, but she just stares him down and sits on the throne? I got Alastor vs Husk vibes from that and had to do it.

Husk's hand is the highest possible Straight Flush, which can only be beat by a Royal Flush. So of course Alastor gets a Royal Flush. I don't know a whole lot about poker, so this is the best I can do.

I can see myself trying to animate a couple of the other panels, but I sort of want to get this out already before I lose steam. I already told myself I wasn't going to color the animations, then I went and colored the animations anyway.

I spent an absurd amount of time designing the playing cards, the ace and king cards in particular. Please admire them. Then making a brush for the poker chip stacks. I want nothing to do with backgrounds though. You're lucky I put some effort in the table, lol.

Please reblog and leave comments for me to adoringly not know how to respond to. Enjoy!

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“They’re… what are they doing? Is that Alastor, holding flowers?”

another banger of a chapter from “Of Saints and Sinners” by the amazing @morningstarwrites

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Sir Pentious and the bad bitch he (accidentally) pulled by being silly.

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Do You Fancy A Nap Date With Me? 😴

Something yummy to last the week as I'll be on a short trip for a few days and on top of new workload incoming for my day job which I'll be busy tryna figure shit out for awhile. Giggling at how perfect this concept suits them workaholics lmfao also realising how pretty Viktor always turns out in my style

♡⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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rewatching the under the red hood movie and i gotta say as much as i love jason’s speech to bruce about how mad he is that the joker’s still alive, i still maintain that a severely underrated speech in this movie is from ra’s when he’s talking to bruce and in essence says ‘yeah so i hired the joker to distract you which was my bad because he totally went overboard and killed your son :/ and i felt so guilty i decided not to try and fight you anymore and then i stole your son’s corpse and tried to revive him via lazarus pit so i could like. make amends. except that was also my bad because we fucked that one up real good and when he came back out BOY was he weird in the head. killed my guys and then fucking jumped out a window and we lost him. my bad. and i thought he’d died again but apparently he’s in gotham and is like. totally destroying your whole lives which again, my bad. shouldn’t have tried to help. sorry about that. i’ll just stay out of your business from now on.’ which is actually the funniest characterisation of ra’s i’ve ever seen

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Well put. (Source: Writing About Writing Facebook page)

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I used to get irritated when characters in media would somehow find a way to weave the fact that their mom or dad was dead into almost every single episode. It just felt like it was their only personality trait.

If you took a shot every time they mentioned their dead parent(s), you'd be dead before the end of the first season.

And I thought it was sooo unrealistic. And just plain lazy writing!

Need to give a character motivation? Show a flashback of their dead parent that relates to the action you want from them. Need to give another character a pep talk? Make them repeat advice their parent gave them. Is your character an asshole? Blame it on grief!

It just felt so flat and one-dimensional.

But now MY mom is dead. And I want EVERYONE to know that they'll never get to hear her laugh, see her smile, or be lucky enough to breath the same air as her ever again.

I get it now.

I can't drive down certain roads, look at fucking Turquoise or any shade of Purple without thinking of her. I want to tell everyone that my mom is gone.

Strangers on the street? I just want to go up to them like a Jehovah's Witness with a pamphlet ready to go, "Hi! Would you like to hear about this amazing woman you'll never get to meet?"

I'm hoarding my memories of her like a freaking magpie. I've sincerely thought about badgering my other grieving relatives for stories about her. I asked her stuff all the time about herself, but I never fucking wrote any of it down, I figured I could always ask again if I ever forgot a detail. I thought I'd have time to write stuff down later. Next time.

I understand now, I wish I didn't.

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Lucifer pulling another creative all-nighter! He's been working hard, gotta take a quick smoke break with his best guy! (It's on my Redbubble as well)

I posted all the close-ups because I'm so proud of the secondary storytelling in this piece (Chaggie engagement subplot, the matching ducks, the Devil has ADHD and is finally going to therapy for it, hotel found family formation, etc)!

Deep Cut: Luci's portrait of him and Alastor is due to Radio Demon not showing well in photos - and this way Lu can draw him as pretty as he sees him! AND actually, the composition is based off Frank Dicksee's 'Paolo and Francesca' (who are a pair of doomed lovers from Dante's Inferno, encountered in Lust)

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When your boyfriend is ace but also an asshole 😈

(They cuddle l8r)

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Trans Alastor who, after going to hell, has absolutely stopped caring about hiding what sort of parts he has. There's no point in caring about other people's opinions when you scare them too much to ever DARE try to upset you!

He's spent so long just not hiding it that at no point does it occur to him that people don't know about it. He'll casually mention how much periods suck and Charlie would be like "aw, that's very empathetic of you Alastor!" And then Alastor looks at her like she's crazy because he's obviously talking about himself. He doesn't give a shit about other people's pain. HE hates periods because it inconveniences HIM. Charlie, dear, never accuse him of something as sickeningly sappy as that ever again.

Charlie's like, OH, you're trans! And Alastor immediately tells her he has no idea what that means.

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Things Alastor Has Definitely Said 8

This one's basically a whole story on its own.

Alastor: Sorry to cut this short, Charlie, but I have a witch to burn!

Charlie: Who, Susan?

Vaggie: He meant me.

Charlie: What?! Why?!

Alastor: She threw out my morphine.

Vaggie: First of all, I thought it was Angel's. And second, I didn't know you had endometriosis!

Alastor: I don't care. Burn.

Charlie: Wait, WAIT—!

—

Angel: You're okay with telling us your conditions but you couldn't tell us Adam nearly sliced you in two?

Alastor: I don't like pity, and for some reason, people pity injuries caused by others quite a lot more than chronic conditions like this.

Angel: Huh...

Alastor: Which I find backwards considering my uterus is causing me more pain than Adam's pathetic blade ever did.

—

Alastor: I'm off to a meeting, I'll be back in about two weeks!

Lucifer: What sort of meeting lasts two fucking weeks?

Alastor: The kind where I get my ovaries removed with angelic steel.

Lucifer:

Alastor: See you in a fortnight, my good man!

Lucifer: ... Oh shit, wait, that could for real kill him—

—

Charlie: ... Alastor, why are you hogtied in the hotel lobby?

Alastor: Ask your father.

Angel: Kinky.

Alastor: Angel, I hear you're exceptionally talented at fucking yourself. I suggest you go do that.

—

Husk: Uh, boss—

Alastor: I am undergoing excruciating, very not fun pain, Husker. If you even think about cutting me off before I'm properly blackout drunk, you will be forced to attend Charlie's one-on-one therapy sessions for the next month.

—

Lucifer: Alright, I've had it! You've been driving everyone insane! You want the pain to go away? Get over here!

Alastor: I'm not that suicidal, your majesty, I'd rather look for other pain relief methods.

Lucifer: What? No, I'm not gonna kill you, I wouldn't have tied you up and left you in the lobby if I— wait what do you mean "that" suicidal?

Alastor: It comes and goes.

—

Alastor: Morning, chums!

Vaggie: You're... cheery.

Alastor: I had a good night!

Angel: Yeah, with Lucifer's magical healing co— hERK!

Vaggie: Shut the fuck up!

Alastor: Oh dear, don't make me start liking you now, Vaggie, it'll ruin the joy in all my future revenge plans!

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In the context of RadioStatic I find the idea of transfemme Vox to be really amusing, because you think Vox is the first good male relationship Alastor has had but NOPE!

SURPRISE FEMME!!!

Neither of them realized it but Alastor’s Gal Pal sensors were kicking off

and she felt so special about it too

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Alastor and Rosie talk about things they really wouldn't talk about with anyone else. This leads to some interesting conversations, like Rosie mentioning that the main reason she wears lingerie is that it boosts her confidence tenfold. Alastor, intrigued, outright says he ought to try it sometime.

He does. She was RIGHT. It makes him feel powerful. He buys ten sets, each one for different occasions. He has specific names for each set. His favorite is his "A Woman Scorned" set. He likes to wear it when he publicly humiliates Vox on his broadcasts.

His second favorite is his "Bloody Mary" set. That one doesn't need as much of an explanation.

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the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

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DPXDC prompt. Field trip.

Some people would call gothamites petty, but given that most of the USA population treated them as scum, they believed that their behavior was justified.

They didn't like tourists, to put it mildly. Therefore, after learning that in their city were people on a field trip from Amity Park who could not leave Gotham for several days due to weekly escape from Arkham, the news channel immediately decided that a short interview from the guests would definitely amuse the locals. The reaction of outsiders never ceases to be ridiculous.

Reporter: ~Good afternoon~ Gotham News! May I ask you to share what you liked most about our wonderful city?

Mr. Lancer*still in a cold sweat and looks at every passerby as a potential villain*: Uh, no, me..It's so unexpected. Well, first of all, people here are very…

Danny *is high after the tasting samples Dr. Crane gave him for free and is extremely eager to share his happiness with others*,* picks a microphone*.

Danny: Gotham is the best city in the world! Like seriously, damn, I'd like to die here. Although there are constant shootings somewhere, half the time people don't even shoot at me! I haven't been this relaxed since middle school! And in the evenings, there is often such a pleasant scent of fear and despair on the streets. This fear toxin of yours is a real miracle! It's sooo good!

Sam *decides to take the initiative in her own hands before Fenton says too much*: Personally, I am very pleased with the number of green spaces you have in your city. It's nice to see that here eco-activists are really being listened to. Also, the fact that most restaurants have a thoughtful menu for vegetarians left a very pleasant impression.

Dash in his favorite T-shirt "it's not gay if he's dead": Four words. Hips of Red Hood. The fact that it is not marked in the guidebook as the main attraction of the Crime Alley is a real crime. This dude clearly never skips leg days. My respect.

Tucker: What can I say? The speed of internet here, even during villains attacks, is absolutely  unbelievable. I don't want to leave this place.

Jazz: I love Gotham! Finally, I was able to buy all the works published by Dr. Harleen Quinzel. *girl picks up an impressive stack of books* For some reason, they are not available online.

The camera points at a red-haired guy with a twitching eye.

Wes: I'm 85% sure Bruce Wayne is Batman. I have a proof and I am ready to provide it.

A girl with a "Good Guess" pin from Riddler enters and takes camera away from conspiracy theorist.

Star: Sorry, he slipped out at night and went to look for problems. Again. Don't pay any attention to him. He's always like this when he drinks more than two energy drinks in a row.

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Writing Prompt #14

"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.

"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.

Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.

Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".

"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.

"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.

"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."

"No, I suppose you didn't."

"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"

Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."

"What do you—"

"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"

"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."

Jack's face falls.

"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."

"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"

"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"

"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.

"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.

"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."

Danny glances at Vlad.

"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.

--

The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.

"You should've told me," Danny growls.

"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"

Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.

"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."

Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.

"Which is?" Danny asks.

"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."

"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."

"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."

"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"

"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."

"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.

"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"

"Jesus, Vlad,"

"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."

"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"

Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."

With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.

"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.

Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.

"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."

Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.

"He won't."

"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."

"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.

"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"

"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."

"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"

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"You're going to leave my family alone."

"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.

"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."

"Danny...why don't you come inside?"

Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."

Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.

"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."

"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."

"Danny..."

"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."

"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.

"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."

"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.

"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"

"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."

Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.

"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"

"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."

"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"

"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.

"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"

"Danny. I..."

"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."

"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."

"Overstepping already."

"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."

"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"It's done."

"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."