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I’ve been playing with aesprite, check out my first animation

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who wants to conspire some valentines threads 🤔

either romance or friendship

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The paw on his shoulder did provide a slight sense of temporary grounding through the threshold of his fear and panic as he stilled to allow the feline, defeated and cooperative. His fingers curled around the claws in his grip, almost curious at the contact that neither men really allowed themselves to have. …Rather, there was usually too much contention for them to think about it most of the time.

Niffty looked at the deer, that seemed much calmer now. For a minute anyway. All it took was for Alastor to hear the word ‘Master’ for hell to break loose again. It didn’t seem in this state he could understand much, but there were some feelings just ingrained into his soul, and the terror his ‘master’ invoked was one of them. Tendrils tried once more to summon, and failed once more. The deer let off noises of distress as he whipped his head around, searching. Searching for those ugly ruby red eyes in the floorboards, or in the walls. They were always there. Eyes, were everywhere, following his movement. Watching him.

“Whoa whoa!” Niffty yelped, all but leaping onto the deer to try and flatten him once more to the bed. “It’s okay, it’s okay! They aren’t here! He? She?” She threw pronouns around, watching the deer’s reaction, and noticed the wince at ‘she.’ Niffty pushed Alastor back down on the pillow, her heart breaking at the frightened grunts and pants that left the wide eyed creature.

“What…how did he…” She didn’t know what question to ask first, tears pattering the pillow and Alastor’s face like raindrops. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “All these awful wounds were made by….who owns him?” she whispered, feeling a sick feeling curdling inside her gut. “But I’ve never seen…scars like these before. …What’s being done to him?” she croaked.

Alastor, who seemed to decide he was done being cooperative, as he tried once more to lay on his pillow. Husk.

“Ehehe…” Niffty was relieved for the brief respite of comedy. It was hard to keep her giggles in. “You look like you just came from the pet salon,” she teased.

Revelling in causing mayhem and making things comically difficult for who he considered one of his closest friends, Alastor actually hadn’t intended on doing it this time. It had been a product of fevered delirium and curiosity. Trying to follow the order to get an intake of fluids, and not being sound enough to know what that meant. So the growl and sudden removal of his pillow actually had the wide eyed deer look at him with betrayed devastation, until he found himself distracted by the removal of his garments.

Even in his state the deer knew this was something he didn’t want. Scars and injuries made by fights and meetings with his keeper was nothing he wanted to broadcast. Disapproving deer noises left the still slightly feral creature as he panicked and tried to struggle, but he didn’t have the energy.

Niffty watched wisps of tendrils attempt to manifest in defense, but they dispersed as his body shuddered. “Shh, shhh, it’s okay…it’s okay!” she exclaimed, stilling the struggling deer as his face flopped into her lap, and her heart broke as defeated wetness spilled down both sides of his cheeks. “There, there…” She pet his face softly. “I know you don’t want us to see, but it’s us! You can trust us…”

Glancing at his torso it made her feel…more than sick. Some of these scars and wounds looked like they had a recognizable cause, but some of them were hard to discern. There were red indenting ribbons of marks, that looked almost like he’d been coiled in barbed wire, or perhaps something thicker. Something thorny…

Her vision swam as she picked up a cloth with trembling fingers. “….What do you think made some of these?” Her pitched voice rang with a strange hollowness.

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I’m so sad because my food poisoning (which I still have) made me miss out on holiday interactions

I still have some holiday asks and starters to do but idk….will it be weird to people if I do some now? 😔

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This food poisoning has led to intestinal bleeding and III am going to the doctor tonight…

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Happy New Years!

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“Ehehe…” Niffty was relieved for the brief respite of comedy. It was hard to keep her giggles in. “You look like you just came from the pet salon,” she teased.

Revelling in causing mayhem and making things comically difficult for who he considered one of his closest friends, Alastor actually hadn’t intended on doing it this time. It had been a product of fevered delirium and curiosity. Trying to follow the order to get an intake of fluids, and not being sound enough to know what that meant. So the growl and sudden removal of his pillow actually had the wide eyed deer look at him with betrayed devastation, until he found himself distracted by the removal of his garments.

Even in his state the deer knew this was something he didn’t want. Scars and injuries made by fights and meetings with his keeper was nothing he wanted to broadcast. Disapproving deer noises left the still slightly feral creature as he panicked and tried to struggle, but he didn’t have the energy.

Niffty watched wisps of tendrils attempt to manifest in defense, but they dispersed as his body shuddered. “Shh, shhh, it’s okay…it’s okay!” she exclaimed, stilling the struggling deer as his face flopped into her lap, and her heart broke as defeated wetness spilled down both sides of his cheeks. “There, there…” She pet his face softly. “I know you don’t want us to see, but it’s us! You can trust us…”

Glancing at his torso it made her feel…more than sick. Some of these scars and wounds looked like they had a recognizable cause, but some of them were hard to discern. There were red indenting ribbons of marks, that looked almost like he’d been coiled in barbed wire, or perhaps something thicker. Something thorny…

Her vision swam as she picked up a cloth with trembling fingers. “….What do you think made some of these?” Her pitched voice rang with a strange hollowness.

Lucifer wasn’t feeling the best himself, and not even just physically. He cringed in as he thought of all the times he’d mocked the brat for ‘pussying out’ and abandoning the hotel during the fight. Abandoning Charlie. He’d been so high up on that high horse of his he didn’t stop to consider why someone as prideful and powerful as the radio demon would flee a fight. He hadn’t cared enough to wonder. Personal feelings of the prick aside…it was a failure on his part as a leader, and someone that promised himself he was going to finally step it up.

…And what a fantastic job he’d done of that, hadn’t he? Charlie’s sobbing quickly distracted him from his own spiral, Lucifer’s heart clenching as he settled a loving hand on his daughter’s shoulder. His poor wonderful kind hearted baby…she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. “It’ll be okay, sweetums. I’m sure he’ll be fine now, and he’s got the best nurses on stand by here!” he joked weakly, perhaps leaning a bit more against her than needed. Shit he needed to lay down. “Call us if you need anything.”

Alastor let off a squeaking fawn noise as he tried to bury into that large red wing for coverage, his ears flicking, disgruntled. Lucifer tutted. “Damn….it’s unfair how cute the asshole can be. I’ll make him a simple broth, he should get some fluids in him.”

Alastor, who leaned his face towards the shallow bucket of water. His throat was so dry, lips cracked they were so parched, and he…he stuck his face in the water. Almost immediately, his head reared back, as if he was somehow confused in the outcome of becoming soaked, and subsequently Husk and Niffty as well. He shook the water off with a staticy noise of alarm and shivered even more now, flopped back onto the feline he’d drenched.

Lucifer desperately sucked in a laugh behind his hand as he cleared his throat. “I’ll…g…go get you guys more towels and start dinner.”

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been too full of salmonella to really work on this much but

here is my radiohusk baby in progress!

He is so far unnamed but was born from a hat when Alastor and Husk combined their magic together. He doesn’t like to wear clothes, except sometimes a big bow tie and plastic monocle that can be like his dads. He’s a major scaredy cat that always stays in his hat.

Alastor jumps out to scare him to try and make him braver, but it does not help his fear. He also has cannibalistic tendencies and tries to eat Husk. Alastor doesn’t help him because he just thinks it’s hilarious.

@top-shelf-tender @magicfeatherbean4

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heyyy guys. sorry it’s been so long

came down with an awful case of salmonella over the past week and I’m only starting to slowly recover. Worst medical experience of my life and I’m never trusting chicken again

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“The fuck are these furry infestations!?” Husk shouted to Alastor when he found a flock of Furby’s littering his bar.

“Me so hungry!”

“Need love!”

“Feed me!”

A chorus of electronic cries ring out. A mantra of chanting from the little creatures at the bar that blink up with their wide, terrifying eyes.

“Oh aren’t they just the most delightful little devils, darling?” Alastor chirps to his fiancé as he fondly pets one of the little vibrating menaces. “Should we add a santa hat? Oh we should add santa hats!”

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‘I drenched your sock in my creamy nog’ might be a contender for one of the worst sentences I have ever written in my life

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Oh. Oh so that’s how he wanted to play it. “Oh yeah??”

He’s snatched the stocking with carefully stitched antlers (courtesy of Niffty.) “Well I threw yooours….” Searching for a place, he hastily grabs a nearby glass of thick sweet smelling eggnog and dunks it in. “I drenched your sock in my creamy nog!” Bad phrasing Lucifer. Bad phrasing.

“How do you like them apples, huh? Huh???

"Alastor...stockings go over the fireplace, not in. The. FIRE."

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really heavy hc underneath

what if via recognizes the importance of stolas’s meds (so much so that she’s delivering them despite how angry she is) because she’s seen him try something without them? Harm or an attempt?

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blitz just loving via by proxy and seeing her as part of his family is just killing me softly. but that estranged daughter song hit a bit too close to home fuck

AND MY MOXIEMIL BABY IS CANON?? MARIE MIA IS REAL

it’s so fucking funny that Jade and I keep making up tiny throw away hcs in rp that turn our true. Except in our rp it was Loona and Blitz calling Andre Elsa, not just Blitz.

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i'm gonna die actually

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hello all, I have not forsaken those Christmas starters, I have just been sewing and embroidering and drawing presents lol

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Getting to the rest of them tonight!

Like this for me to send you a small Christmas themed ask! 🎄