#Hope Fiend

[teenagedirtstache]

[dotwpod]

(286) DotW Featuring 'Hope Fiend' and 'Species'

Disciples!Nate and I are back in the saddle again, and you’re in for a treat. We’re not only going to feature some cool bands (Hope Fiend and Species) but we’re going to also tackle a quiz on ‘Rock and Roll Legendary Stories’ and see how well one of us knows fact from fiction. Enjoy – and don’t forget: Sharing means caring.\,,/ d(> _ <)b \,,/ Dedication: Bernie Marsden passed away at…

[ivysangel]

Waking up with Jason's arms wrapped around you, feeling him breathe into your hair, letting out the occasional snore. His hand is under you, pressed into your side, and you feel him squeeze the flesh of your waist to make sure you're still there, a habit he developed when things started getting serious, constantly searching for you, even in his sleep. He squeezes a little tighter, his breath suddenly quickening at an alarming rate. You try to turn to face him, fear settling in your stomach, wondering if something was plaguing him in his dreams again.

When you shift ever so slightly, you feel the other arm lying over you tighten, pulling you flush against his body. A chill runs down your spine as you feel him exhale a particularly strangled breath, and you force yourself out of his grip, sitting up to get a better look at the man next to you. His eyebrows furrowed, hair flat on one side of his head from laying in one position the entire night. One of his hands reaches out to your pillow, searching for you in your sudden absence, and when it's met with nothing, Jason jolts upright. He turns his head frantically, blurred vision searching for something, for someone, for you.

His shoulders drop in relief when he finally stops long enough to notice you barely a foot away from him. You watch his chest rise and fall as he tries to calm his breathing, and you're not sure which thing caused it, the nightmare or the fear that you had left him. "What are you doing up?" he asks, voice laced with sleep. "You were having a nightmare," you say quietly, sliding a little closer to him and settling back into your spot on the bed. "I was just trying to make sure you were okay." confusion is etched across his face like the concept of him having a nightmare was foreign, and you develop an equally confused expression upon seeing his own. His face drops suddenly, and he clears his throat, "Right, a nightmare." he shifts beneath the covers, seemingly uncomfortable. "I'm all good. Just go back to sleep, okay?" he sends a reassuring smile your way, his attempt at trying to make you forget this whole debacle and coax you back to sleep, but it was too late; you were already wide awake.

"Was it him again?" your hand finds the scarred expanse of his back, lightly grazing your fingers against old wounds and trying to ease his angst; his body tenses at your touch, and a groan leaves his lips. "it wasn't-" he pauses, running his hands through his hair and sighing. "it wasn't him again. It wasn't even..." he trails off, turning away from you and sliding off the bed. "wasn't even what?" You ask, more confused than ever, watching as he lifts his arms above his head, back muscles flexing while he stretches before crossing his arms. He just stands there, back towards you, and all you can do is sit in silence while he seemingly contemplates something. "It wasn't what, Jason?" you ask one more time. He turns his head slightly to look at you only for a second and lowers his eyes when he sees you in the same spot you've been this whole time. "It wasn't a nightmare," he says, turning around to face you, this time allowing you to see his whole body.

His face is flushed a bit out of embarrassment, and your confusion starts to reach its peak. That is until you do a once-over of him and notice the patch of dark gray on his otherwise light sweatpants. Your mouth gapes a bit, and all you can manage is a quiet "Oh." his eyes find the same spot on his pants, a tent growing beneath the soft cotton. "Yeah. Oh."

[swampybogg]

[cherriesandsulphur]

Ascended Fiend Raphael and The Slayer.

[stars-obsession-pit]

Right Actions, Wrong Target

So i just had an idea…

What if the GIW’s course of action was actually right?

Or, well, more accurately: what if it was mostly right for the situation they started in, and their main failures were in where they took it from there.

Expanding on my ideas/thought process here:

So in this idea, the GIW was founded in response to a specific discovery by the government:

An underground pool of a strange substance that didn’t resemble any known chemical. It glowed a toxic green, perpetually churned as if boiling, could be lethal to the touch for living things, and could cause things to spontaneously animate in the area around it.

Stagnant, corrupted ectoplasm (not that they had any idea what ectoplasm even was at the time).

Those original researchers encountered ectoplasmic entities around the pit, but not ones like those in Amity Park.

Inhuman things.

Shades whose memories of life had all but faded except for the strongest emotions (usually negative emotions like anger, pain, or fear). Animals driven mad by the pit’s influence. Reanimated food and other organic material.

Things that objectively were dangerous to normal people and that couldn’t be meaningfully communicated with.

So, lacking any better option to respond (or even the knowledge of if such a path was possible at all), they set protocols to contain (and, potentially, dispose of) the entities.

And this is perhaps a bit of a tangent but their ridiculous uniform cleanliness standards could also have a justification too.

The unknown substance would eat through or change just about any material they tested it on. Considering the dangers they had already witnessed it pose to living things (never mind the possibility of other long-term side effects), they decided they had to be extraordinarily careful with their safety precautions.

Thus, incredibly thorough decontamination protocols were set up and strictly adhered to.

White clothes were the best option to allow easy identification of any stains. For agents in the field without proper equipment to run a full scan, it was safer to treat all dirt like a potential hazard.

And so on.

Their policies may not have been perfect, but were created with actual logic behind them in response to their situation at the time.

But then when they expanded outwards to research other similar phenomena, that’s where they truly failed, both as scientists and as basic moral people.

They didn’t adapt to new data. Rules that had been created with scientific reasoning behind them became instead a form of gospel and a means of exerting control over others.

They declared that all ghosts were unfeeling monsters to be locked up, studied, and disposed of (despite all evidence to the contrary). Cleanliness changed from a precaution to a ritual to be practiced unfailingly in all circumstances as a sign of loyalty (thus the “cleanliness breach” thing the agents comment on in the show in a few places).

[recareels]

hello good morning i cannot stop thinking about sunday’s defined jawline,,, daydreaming about stringing a garland of sweet, spit-slicked kisses along his jaw, leaving a messy lil trail of saliva petals stamped into his skin ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚ and then when you giggle after, admiring your work and pressing one last kiss to his chin, he shivers, the melody of your laughter airy and cool as it dances across his damp flesh ♡ a small, soft, lingering caress he will feel the ghost of for the rest of the day, keeping one corner of his mind on you at all times

so strong and sharp it could slice through granite (*ﾉωﾉ)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 107

"Darling" and "Dear" can be written away as him being gay, a bard, and british From Lettenhove, Geralt assures himself one late night, early into traveling with Jaskier. "Dearest" and "Dearheart" make sense. Geralt muses one late night, after a few years of traveling with Jaskier. Jaskier has said before that Geralt's his best friend, they travel together constantly, nearly all of Jaskier's songs are about him, it makes sense to mean this much. "Sweeting" "Honey" "Sweetheart" are confusing, and Geralt doesn't understand. It's been more years with Jaskier, and more and more names keep appearing, but these ones do nothing but confuse and vex him. Those are usually used for romantic partners, aren't they? Does Jaskier mean them in a teasing manner? "My love" Jaskier calls him this one night, and Geralt.... Geralt panics. He mumbles something stupid and practically books it into the woods to think. He worries for how it'd appear to poor Jaskier, but he can't help but need a few minutes to process it. Love? My love? Does Jaskier really see him so fondly?

If Geralt marches back there and snogs the life out of him, is it too soon?

[cambion-companion]

We can have whatever headcanons we want. Personally, I like the idea of Raphael being a cambion and nothing more. It's special enough he is the son of an archdevil.

If Raphael is a cambion, it makes his position of power that much more impressive. Boy had to claw and scheme his way to amass the amount of wealth and power he has.

No, I also don't subscribe to the idea he is a spoiled princeling. Given everything on a silver platter (with the exception of Haarlep, sent literally to try and hinder Raphael's power-grabbing).

Larian dealt us a special card not backed by dnd lore: the ascended fiend form we see at the end of Raphael's boss fight.

Who knows what that could be, it's anyone's guess. I still headcanon it's either after Raphael asks daddy dearest for help or it's a result of his soul pillars. Either way, it's a last ditch effort to stay alive.

[doodlesdreaming]

Revenge of the True Demon

⚠️ Spoilers/Late Game Mention, Blood, and Slight Body Horror⚠️

[tetzoro]

a little morning hello from mr luffy himself ! happy friday friendz ! a few more hours and we will be at the weekend 🙂‍↕️ what a week it’s been ! i think we all deserve a little treat for getting though it hehe be gentle to yourself today and have a great one <3

[kurooharuniji]

Raphael from Baldur's Gate III and my OC Mors Sanguinea.

Can we consider it selfcest since they are literally one character? Joking. But their similarity was the exact reason of this art.

[rawr-mortgage]

oh, noooooo. no, alfie, doooon't. i don't want you to (lying)

[conceptofjoy]

sona dump 0:]

[valentjin]

i come bearing gifts of ascended fiend raphael holographic stickers (or a preorder for an acrylic charm, if that's more your style) + bg3 companion stickers!

*update: Etsy suspended my shop for no reason so I have a bigcartel shop now: valentjin.bigcartel.com

[glitch-pep]

BIG thank you/shout-out to @beesofink for helping me with the design of this oc, Bee came up with the fanny pack! 🩵

CJ Intro

[Character info is under the cut.]

CJ is a character that would be introduced in a hypothetical Season 3 of Making Fiends, as Charlotte's older brother who, unknowingly as to what's going on in Clamburg due to not receiving any letters or calls from his grandma or sister since Vendetta doesn't allow it outside of Clamburg, moved to Clamburg after finally being done with, according to Charlotte, "Space Camp".

CJ has the same happy and optimistic attitude that both of his other family members have, but unlike Charlotte, he's fully aware about Vendetta's intentions. Instead of telling her about it or trying to convince her of the truth, for the sake of Charlotte's fragile heart, he decided to play along with the situation, while making sure that everyone and especially Charlotte, survive Vendetta's traps.

He usually does this throughout coming up with some sorta plan, that usually seems like utter nonsense that won't work at first.

He keeps the most random of objects in his fanny pack, some useful others nonsensical. It's an ongoing gag that he pulls out objects out of it that wouldn't realistically fit into it, or the exact random object that is needed at that moment.

For the residents of Clamburg his arrival was first met with, "There's two of them now??" but eventually people grew to appreciate his efforts, making him well liked by almost everyone.

To lighten up the mood, he often says dad jokes and puns that are silly enough as to where they can at least put a smile on your face if nothing else. Sometimes he's also the "straight" man for whatever kinda shenanigans Charlotte is up to.

The main gag regarding his character is that he's a pretty normal guy reacting to this very weird town, who doesn't know any better besides just rolling with whatever new anomaly he sees today.

A giant red cat just casually sitting there? Alright I guess that's a thing now good to know.

His optimism is seemingly endless, he always finds at least something to be happy about no matter how bad the situation, but he never makes it up.

Still, not everything goes according to plan.

Not every joke lands.

He has a bit of a "saying things he didn't mean to say out loud out loud" problem.

Some social interactions can get pretty awkward when he runs out of ideas.

Vendetta obviously doesn't like him and subjects him to the things SHE finds funny out of spite since he's breaking the "No jokes." rule and probably many other rules. Usually him getting hurt in some way.

His luck generally ain't the best, he tends to get hurt on sheer accident, hence why he always has bandages on random areas of his body. Another gag would be that he gets hit with Vendetta's attacks even if they couldn't have logically hit him of all people in the room.

But, hey. He has to make the most of it since he's not getting out of the town anytime soon, so he gets up and keeps on a smile, for everyone's, and especially Charlotte's sake.

And now that he's finally here again, new hijinks shall ensue!

Here's the transparent versions of the drawings: