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AWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE LOOK AT HIM!!

War doodle on Procreate. I used fingie cus my stylus was in the other room. This was fun ✨💕

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・M a s k — ( AU ) teaser illustration

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I'm tempted to do a GHWH "Blooper" issue of Strife and War trying to get back to Earth to reunite reader with her family, but... the directions are a little off each time...

Kinda inspired by this: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/emVI0zQybpM

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I know requests are closed, but Valentine’s Day’s coming up! The day of love between family, friends, and lovers…and a huge headache for Death and Child S/O’s mother. Why? Because of Strife. It’s no secret he probably flirts with the young mature ladies in the villages, causing some trouble with their boyfriends/fathers/brothers, making the mother and Death drag him away by the ear/scarf, but now there’s a mountain of Valentine’s Day cards and chocolates for him? Yikes.

Aaaaaaah, Strife.... can't be in one place and not leave a string of wanting hearts.

Death did warn Ettina about Strife's tendencies, but she assured him that all would be well.

In the village, there are a plethora of men. Fathers, brothers and suitors who wish nothing more than to go out on a full man hunt for Strife who does end up being dragged off by Death, damn well nearly choking his brother with his own scarf.

"Hey, hey! easy bro, the girls adore the scarf~"

"... And they will adore your tombstone if you don't get back home right now."

At home, he's scolded by Ettina.

Come Valentine's then... There are plenty of gifts given to Strife and boy, is he SMUG about it! Baked goods, freshly made chocolate, a rare delicacy made from rich coco beans, an abundance of flowers and even a few letters proposing that they be the one he calls lover.

(Just guess who uses those letters for kindling?)

Funny thing is... Strife loves the attention of the ladies on him, but goes into major overprotective mode when the boys in the village keep following his little sister around! Pfft! As if they are worthy of her time, her affections!

Sweet little reader, so young and dear, the literal essence of the sun's droplet upon Earth - a light he will defend at all costs; and these damn boys keep following her around like pups.

No, no, no! This won't do!

If they think they can even dream of being her Valentines then they are in for a real rude awakening. Reader is happily playing tag with the boys in the village, nothing too serious but Strife sees... he sees how they each chase after her and also fall over purposefully to let her get away when it's her turn to run away. Or how they let her catch them when she's the one to tag.

The way this guy is standing rigid from afar, keeping a glaring watch over reader. And when it's Valentine's Day and they go strolling through the village after being out with her mother and her older siblings with a basket of flowers in hand, many boys come rushing out to present gifts to reader. Mainly flowers and some treats. In turn, reader will be abashed and giggling, and also giving them flowers in return.

The way these boys faces light up...

Strife is basically seeing red at this point! After he steers reader off to go on ahead with the others without him, he turns and gives these young boys a cold, harsh lesson.

And there goes them running and screaming, and Strife smirking o himself with a triumphant chuckle. Maybe he revealed a glimpse of Anarchy... the form that would come after them like a boogeyman if they dare try to play with reader's heart strings.

Strife's an experienced man but he won't let anyone harm reader.

(Also if reader hears the rumour that Strife had his pistols out, no he didn't. Don't believe such lies!)

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AWWWWWW HELL YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LET'S GOOOOOOO!

"Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves- DIE!!" 1)blame the epic saga for this. 2) this is how cults start/j

@alexatheris-44 PRAISED BE THE SQUID! >dont repost my art,dont feed to a//i i do not consent. I own the copyright to all my art

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The way I need this printed.... printed and IN MY LITTLE RACCOON HANDS.

THE ARTISTRY IN EACH PANEL IS FUCKING EXTRAORDINARY AND PURELY AMAZING!

Each page and each panel leaves me waiting to what the three last pages will be, I'm so excited!! This purely gets the max level 400 on the nom scale

And wishing you a swift recovery with your hand, Moni <3

"First Encounter"

(7/10)

My hand got busted before i can finish this, so I figured I'd share it now and finish the rest later. Here's Jay meeting the horseman for the first time

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They are the type that says…

Death: Do as I say, not as I do.

War: Do as I say, not as I do.

Fury: Stop mimicking me!

Strife: Do as I say, do as I do~!

Everyone else: don’t do as Strife says and don’t do as he does!

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‘I find myself lying awake at night, unable to fall asleep without seeing you surrounded in a field of flowers, beneath a spotlight I foolishly mistake for the moon. I’ve never been good at hoping, Mothaline… or wishing; but I lie awake at night with your name on my lips, this sketch being the closest I can have you in my arms, and wishing you could be mine… because the safest place for you is away from me. Out of my reach.’

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Hahahahaha! Clock! Nice! I have a feeling that the Watcher, if he ever grows at least a little soft towards Child Reader, would actually allow her and only her to call him Clock. Anyone else is just asking for pain. There’s just something…affectionate about the way she calls him by that name.

The most he'd do is grow "tolerable" of her, and he just comes to begrudgingly accept that she calls him Clock (he's told her over 100 times that his name is not Clock, she just doesn't listen) But it could be said there is an endearing, almost affectionate way she calls him that.

Though make no mistake, there is no way in hell or heaven that any other morsel he sees beneath him will call him Clock.

Sometimes War may get away with the odd slip of it, but other times the Watcher will use means of his power to remind War that he is the one that holds the leash.

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me just.... marvelling at Scarlet's work.... of our Horsemen Queen 😌

truly a masterpiece! 400 NOMS!!

My contribution to Darksiders 3 after so long of not touching this piece, I finally have it done. I plan on doing her other hollow forms... Just not sure when and they might not be in the same style as this (so much work aaa) I hope I did the angry queen justice! --

If you want to support the art that I work really hard on, maybe consider donating, or becoming a monthly supporter on my Ko-Fi? It would mean the world to me

https://ko-fi.com/scarletknightr

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I sometimes wonder about the Child! reader who saw Ruin.

She saw Ruin being abused by demons, then attacking War, then being at peace with his rider. Would she have been afraid of Ruin in the beginning, an intimidating black horse with fire attacking War? Frightening, she's definitely scared of Ruin at the start. Looking at War, she can sort of understand that War is not afraid of Ruin, the raider feels it's his fault. So she tries not to be afraid of the big horse.

Ruin is just confused, angry about a lot of things, at first with War, but they sort it and made peace. Ruin wasn't mad at the reader, he's trying to be less threatening to the little kid, because War seems to like her, and she's also trying to give him a tasty snack.

The way to the heart of a horse is food. From an ex horse girl. They like to eat more than interacting with people, but people bring food and they start to like you.

Seeing a horse such a Ruin should instill one with a deep sense of dread and fear. He is a fiery engine on four hooves and seeing War just get knocked around by the stampeding beast, by the time that War reclaims his counterpart, introductions are a little…

Shy. Scared.

Only mere moments ago, little reader was witnessing this poor creature being abused by the demons and his “rider” who would bury his spurs into Ruin’s stomach do deeply that molten bled from his ebony and crackling hide.

He gripped the reins to tightly that Ruin had no slack, had nowhere to go but forward; in the direction he was directed to go. He was by many accounts a dog in a muzzle.

And when he was free, he was unhinged, mad. Reader could hardly help the way she’d shriek and yelp as War was charged at. And yet he didn’t let himself to fell the beast. It was his counterpart. His companion.

He refused to kill Ruin and when she — and Clock — thought it’s be the end of the red rider, the bond of trust allowed Ruin to pass through War like a gust of volcanic winds, sizzling heat that stunned the hoofed creature.

His true rider? He had returned! Came back for him!

“Little one, come forward. It is safe.”

A little head shakes back and forth with an uncomfortable, “Mm mmm! He big and scarwy!”

“He will not harm you,” assured War with a gauntlet hand held out for her. She’s still hesitant to join the rider’s side and meet the steed herself for a moment.

“I swear it. He won’t harm you.”

Slowly she crept out of her hiding place and as a peace offering to Ruin who snorts and paws the ground with a sturdy front, flaming hoof that cracks the ground beneath him, she proceeded to hold out an apple for him.

“H-here, horsie!” Ruin’s head bowed down to take the present apple, the heat of his lips musing against her palms in a ticklish manner. The apple is burnt crisply and eaten by Ruin who then bumps his head into the tiny human who only stands as tall of tall length of his head and a little past his ears.

“Whoa…” her arms are wrapped around Ruin for a moment, caught off guard. More and more, she feeds him apples until they’re all gone.

By now, Ruin can see she posses no threat to him or his rider and he basks in the gentle head scratches. “Hehe! Horsie!”

“His name is Ruin, and he likes you very much.”

“He does?”

As if to prove War’s point, Ruin’s pushes his big, dark nose into her scalp with a tickling heat.

“Ruwen,” she said allowed, now uniquely fascinated by the steed who snorted in reply. “I like him too. I feed him… many apples.”

What once started out as fear morphed into fascination and kindness. And Ruin has a newfound fondness for the tiny ward in War’s care.

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— LESSON IN OBEDIENCE TEASER —

Wandanat x Male Werewolf!Reader smut coming soon…

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Child!reader has been hanging around Strife too much and this is what Death ends up finding.

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Now you have me curious as to what relationship Child S/O’s mother would have with the other four Horsemen! Sure she’s kind but also terrifying and strict in her own way!

Reader’s mother, as we know, is indeed a kind woman but she is not without her scary side. A true mother bear when it comes to protecting her children.

Her relationship with the Horsemen was built upon the foundation of them earning her trust and once she began to see what it was that the Horsemen were messing, she filled in that role.

That of a mother figure.

・Death is treated somewhat as a son but because of his age and wisdom, their relationship feels more like a family friend dynamic. Someone that could have grown up with her. It’s really next to none that she has to embrace that scolding mother side. He’s much too responsible and respectful to not garner her wrath.

But she is soft to him. She will talk with him, ask him questions and they even partake in foraging together. He shares quite a bit of knowledge with her that he finds may help her. And because of this knowledge, she is able to make better healing remedies that benefit the village immensely.

And like a friend, she likes to make conversation when she can with him, but also respects he has a very lone wolf personality. And that is when the concerned mother/friend comes out. She allows him his moments of solitude but when she notices he's been particularly distant, mainly watching over her children from afar, she will approach him and ask him what troubles him.

She knows she cannot fully understand what it is he has done, what he has gone through, but she assures him that with her family and the village, he and his siblings have a home to belong to. A new people to belong to.

"Death, your thoughts are wandering again. They have been for the past several moons. Tell me, what troubles you?"

"It is nothing. You should head back. It's cold out here this time of year."

She will shake her head, adamant that her friend be left alone to those horrors that haunt him. She will sit near but not close in on him. He prefers his personal space. He does not let other bodies to linger close.

"I thought I would bring you some supper, since you weren't there. I tried to keep it warm by the fire for you."

He slowly takes the presented bowl but only sets it beside himself. And she sighs. "How does one see the light ahead if they choose to wear the blindfold of their darkened past?"

Her question lingers in the air, tense on the heart and mind, and unanswered. He did not have to reply to her but merely himself. She has grown wiser and perhaps a bit more with wit since they first meet.

The light was merely a metaphor. The children. How much longer will he dwell in the shadow of his past and miss out on reader and her brother growing up, watching from afar instead of being in the moment?

And when she moves to leave him be, he stops her with a gesture of his hand. "Mind staying a little while longer? I could... use the company."

With a smile she nods and assumes her previous spot. "Of course."

・With Strife, oh does he get into some trouble at times with her. He’s had quite a few run ins with her standing there, hands on her hips with a raised brow, scolding him with a pressing glare only a furious, irate mother could have when her child does something they shouldn’t. He's quite rambunctious and she will have him sit down as she wiped the dirt off his face, peel the knots from his spiky hair and put a soothing balm on any tiny cuts and bruises to reduce swelling and irritation.

He actually has come to care for the way she softens as she does so, especially when he has sustained a wound that required immediate care to heal. Just to have that notion, that feeling that he is taken care of by someone who doesn't wish to see him hurt; even though he knows it's part of the gig. It's part of being A Horseman. A Nephilim.

"I told you not to worry about that bear. You could have been killed by it, Strife!"

"I had it-- hsss! Under control."

"I care not if you had it under control. I care that you got hurt-- I care that you could have died."

That smug roguishness is wiped off Strife's face when reader's mother bandages his arm, quietly sniffing and blinking far too much than she usually does, avoiding his gaze. Hiding that glassy overcoat of tears. Did he... really upset her this time?

"Ettina..."

"Just promise me you will not be so brash. Please."

Strife will give her nod of both understanding and appreciation for her tending to his wound. "I promise."

The rapid succession of feet running into the hut, the canvas flap ruffling loudly, reader's little voice giggling aloud, "Strwife! Come play, come plaaaay!"

Much later on as Strife nurses his bandages arm, thoughts quiet and to himself as is the world around him as he is on a lone patrol… he sighs. He’s content here. For so long he has been without a proper home. Becoming a Horsemen was no easy choice for him and he has done a lot of bad in his life. But looking at the care she took to bandage his wound, she showed him just a fraction of how his well being affected her deeply.

Nobody had ever cared about him before, so why bother is being careful? Well, now he does have someone that cares about him. At least someone who shows it so openly. So warmly…

The mother he always wished he had.

・Fury, as expected, is quite the hothead and she is often brought to heel and quelled by the human mother when she needs to be reined in. Stubbornness will set this child up for a greater fall if she does not bide herself with discipline. If she allows her pride to consume her. She refuses to ask for help, she guides herself on a path of never ending bouts of... well, fury. She is a troubled one, as are they all in their own ways, but Fury; she always hides behind the haughty proclaims of her intelligence and prowess to actually let anyone in. She hides the flaws and insecurities.

And reader's mother sees through that facade. An adult woman maybe, but inside, a younger girl is hurt deep down. She is trying to claw her way out of the thorns of that which shackles her.

And she is determined to help her. To save that child so lost and terrified within. It honestly breaks her heart that some nights, she is condemned to tears, only to be consoled by her husband in the dark, late hours when they should be sleeping.

"She is... I must help her. She cannot go on like this."

Though she has proven to be even more wild than any of the equines of the Horsemen themselves. She practically rears up when she feels cornered and though she does not wish to push anyone beyond their boundaries, she must set that gentle hand aside and bring on the full force of her other side to reach Fury.

This is a deeper level of motherhood. One that is stricter, bordering on the level of aggression. "Don't you dare take your anger out on him! I will not stand for that!"

Fury and Strife had gotten into a scrap with one another. A rather common occurrence but when War tried to intervene, like a snake, she pivoted and bared her venom on him instead. The visage of the red rider may have portrayed nothing otherwise, but the way his brows and lips twitched.

If she knew babies, it's that the telltale works of that instinct to cry always remains. Like a dark and foreboding cloud that Death not even temper with, she stormed up to Fury with a pronounced tremble in her approaching wake.

"I will do as I wish, human! You cannot command me--"

"No, Fury, you cannot command yourself; you battle so hard against yourself that the only way the release that anger is to turn on those closest to you because you refuse to admit your faults and internal fears. You don't trust anyone!"

She doesn't back down, doesn't cower in the Horseman's approach not even as she grips her whip intensely in her palm, sneering.

"Don't think you know me."

"But I do. You... are my daughter. I consider you that. But it is you who fights that notion."

Fury's face twists into a visage of revealed fear; surprise.

She places a hand to Fury's cheek, softly stroking it with a mother's touch with a loud, exhaled and exhausted sigh and milky white eyes waver with a glossy view of tears. "I am here for you. Don't let yourself lose a mother for a second time."

・War is hardly scolded by reader’s mother, so rare and far in between instances. He holds a strong sense of honour and respect for her position as a mother, knowing she only does what she feels and knows is right for her children; but he never expected that to extend to him and his siblings.

So when those rare times came that she would scold him for doing something wrong, the red rider would simultaneously flush and pale, head tilted down in his cowled shame, but then she would soften with a sigh.

Being the youngest of his siblings he has noticed he is given quite some leniency. Often doted upon as any youngest is. And though Fury scoffs at the way he is treated, teasing her little brother that he is such a spoilt, fluffed up brat, reader’s mother doesn’t tolerate such utter poison and vile cruelty.

It could be said that she is close with War because he is the youngest and therefore she frets over him. Not that she doesn’t with the others, but War has a very stoic front about him, a guard to keep up, and she wears away it in order to see just how badly this poor Horseman is in desperate need of a tender hug. A loving kiss to the hairline and told that she is proud of him.

She stitches up a tear in his red cloak by the fire. It’s quiet in the evening now that her children have fallen asleep, Strife as well has fallen asleep and Fury and Death have ventured out for their routine patrol. Thus why War and Strife were left behind.

War watches as she carefully weaves the matching near matching thread through the tear, sealing it away and fixing the tatter. She would not see his clothing marred and hanging in rags.

“There. That is all fixed now.” She passes back the cloak and his large hand reaches for it. She calmly smiles through her eyes at him as he curtly nods and quickly pulls the cloak back over himself, concealing the white locks of his hair.

“Thank you. You did not have to do that.”

She chuckles with a shake of her head. “It’s what a mother does, War. I would fix your cloak any time you have need of it.”

It’s what a mother does… but what did that mean for him? As she gets up to check on Strife, War is left to think. He never knew his real mother… a saddened truth. But he can slowly accept that reader’s mother could very much fulfill that role in his life. That missing piece.

That missing kiss to his head and tender love that never shunned him; never left him alone.

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Our girl Scarlet back at it with the AMAZING art and flaunting that evil!Cinder in our faces heheheh, can’t wait for more of her content!! 🔥

Evil Au Ciner where she is an odd Infernal creature. She lacks horns and wings but makes up for the SPICE and tails. She is the sister of Dis in this AU and they both are daughters to Samael. Cinder was kicked out by Lilith (not their mother) when she took the previous woman's place at their father's side, because Cinder is terminally ill and Lilith said that would ruin such esteemed reputation of such a strong, respected family. Cinder lives in a volcano in some random realm now and people leave her alone unless they want her superior potions and medicines... If they can survive the treck down into Cinder's abode; an old cathedral eaten away by time and elements within the very heart of the volcano, her safe place.

Being an elemental means that the volcano responds to her most vile of emotions. Anger will make the surrounding place hotter, the lava glowing just a bit more intensely, and rage and hated will threaten to have the place blow up. Literally. Immune to lava, she likes to hide in the pool found by one of the walls, often sleeping in it.

Her personality can be between sarcasm, rudeness, seductive, and masochistic. She loves to piss people off, as well, play and mess with their minds. The only person she really is close with and kind to is Dis; the two are the most sister duo you have ever seen hehe

Her magic is blood magic-- using her own personal resource from her body and others to perform magic that is similar to Arcane in a sense, only more powerful and doesn't require wrath any outer influence.

Her clothing is literally embued with the element of fire, so resistant to burning, and emits a glow where you see it's the brightest among the cracks. Her flesh is the same as well, cracked along the limbs, back and abdomen where lava can be seen swirling in between the hair-thread cracks.

That's all for now! :D Gonna work on evil!Death next

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Ayoooo there’s our sick guy!

Darluke- Unhealthy form

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Aaaaaaaaaah she’s so precious!!! 😭😭😭 love her so much, such a wholesome soul

Hope, the precious beannnnnnnnnnn