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[prince-of-pylos]

"Oh hey, you're another version of Pisis?"

- @l-l-l-l-legendary

yes, I am. And, as I take it, you're another version of @ithacasreigningprince ?

[redfluffz]

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I absolutely relate to Lucifer. I like his character in Hazbin Hotel very much. My fav take on him in general. :D

Sooo ... i tried to give his siblings a face/character. I do have headcannons, but i wanna improve on them. Like more special details. You know? Like Lucifers got so many freakin details.

Maybe every one of them got their own bird theme ... i see ugly duckling :')

Do you guys have headcannons about them?

I for sure have some dynamics for them. Especially for Luc and Mike. My most funny hc was the idea, that Luc is indeed the oldest angel. But his "little" brother Mike has to take care of him. Just imagine the brother conflict there.

I hope i get the vibe of vivzies artstyle.

For now have fun with the scribbles.

[froggybogwitch]

He has bewitched me body and soul with he pretty curly hair, and identity issues. There's just something so interesting about his psyche that speaks to me and makes me wish we knew more about the bats as young men. Who was Cassian before he was a general? How big was the chip on his shoulder? I bet he was hauling an entire mountain range on his back. (No blood version under the cut)

[gouinisme]

it aint much but it's honest work

[drac-kool-aid]

Y'know a very chilling aspect of Dracula here is just how long he drags the day out. He knows it's the final day, Jon knows it's the final day, and most importantly, Dracula knows Jon knows.

So, he keeps the charade up.

Jonathan was asleep in the library. Dracula didn't need to wake him up, but he did. He could have ended everything on that couch, but he allowed Jonathan to wake up and to discuss their travel plans. And then he tries to send Jonathan to his room.

Ugh, that's the worst part. Because, although it was only slight protection, it has become a bit of a haven to Jonathan. Somewhere, he can run back to after encountering something supernatural in the castle. Somewhere, he's been safe from the wolves and the weird sisters. Somewhere, where Dracula doesn't often intrude.

So, of course, Dracula wants him to be in there for whatever comes next.

And after the whole wolf thing, that's where he leads Jonathan with a kiss and a promise to see him soon. Dracula leaves him there and then laughs with the sisters about the fun their going to have and knows that Jonathan can listen.

And he still doesn't strike...

[stillmevalz]

Once upon a time I didn’t ship vashwood. I recognized the romantic undertones in Maximum but I saw them as best friends and soulmates. Hence why I tagged them as “The Brotp” (and why I still do even if I ship them). Well, you know how I came to ship vashwood? 

It wasn’t fanarts or a discussion post or anything like that... It was... Romantic songs. When I listened to romantic songs I thought about them and I was like “-.^” It kept happening over and over again and at one point I had to stop and accept that I was in love with them as a pair, a couple. 

Ultimately. I think with them it’s love. Canonically, is that romantic or platonic? You know what I think? I think it doesn’t matter. I think it’s okay if you ship them and if you don’t. I think that the deep trust, respect, acceptance and devotion they have for each other is love in its purest and truest form and that is enough. 

[frobby]

AHA TAKE THAT! "Transgenders your shounen protag"

[aropride]

interaction i have with shocking regularity is when someone’s complaining abt someone they know and theyre like “ughh they’re 21 and dont have a job and refuse to learn to drive” and then they remember who they’re talking to (me. 21 cant work cant drive) and go like

[jezebelgoldstone]

Pagan gods, probably

anti-xtian-hegemony AND the potential for some AMAZING celeb vs deity rivalries. maybe even a Golden-apple-type brawl if we're lucky.

if you could pick the met gala theme what would you choose??

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[yeepof]

Local PHD student at wizard school HARRASSED!! FOR SHAME!!

[lyri-da-suprstar]

FUN FACT BTW: Gale has freckles it's just that his freckles are white and I'm a traditional artist that has bad white gel pens

[ellierenae]

write unpublishable things. it's good for you.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[rayveneyed]

nanami kento is the kind of man that makes people swoon without even realising it.

he's the kind of man to walk into a luxury store after work, suit jacket folded over one arm and a bouquet of flowers in the other -- his blonde hair still mostly perfect from the high-end pomade he uses. he scours the shelves, frowning to himself, while the attendants whisper and giggle amongst themselves near the tills -- an argument over who will be the one to talk to him, because he's intimidatingly pretty.

("just look at him," one whispers. "he's definitely buying something for a girlfriend."

"a wife," another disagrees. "c'mon. he's giving husband vibes."

someone hums. "but i can't see a wedding band."

"his mother, maybe?" says one other. "oh, i love when guys come in shopping for their mother."

"nobody's mother is getting a bouquet of a hundred red roses--")

eventually, one of them is volunteered as a sacrifice -- smiling and sweet as all attendants should be, she clears her throat. the others, crowded around the till, watch the exchange closely. "excuse me, sir. is there anything we could help you with today?"

her mouth is dry and her hands are clammy -- and when he fixes her with those narrow, burning eyes, her throat bobs.

"ah, yes." and his voice is deep and gravelly and drawling, and her stomach turns. she can only imagine what her coworkers are thinking -- hell, she can only imagine what she's thinking. her mind has stopped short. "my girlfriend likes this brand quite a bit. i thought i'd pick her up something..."

disappointment brews in her stomach -- and it's stupid, she knows it's stupid, because obviously a guy like that is taken. and -- she glances down at the roses -- obviously he treats her super fucking well. of course he does, because why wouldn't he? "oh, perfect! do you have anything in mind?"

"well, actually..."

he ends up buying one of the priciest gift boxes available -- fancy body care and perfume laid out in their signature boxes, decorated with ribbon and dried lavender -- no argument, no fight. he doesn't look for something cheaper, doesn't try to haggle or remove something to decrease the price. he adds, and adds, and adds -- and when she mentions a special offer at the till, a little add on for an extra 2000 yen, he accepts it readily. he inserts a black card into the card machine (of course, a black card), takes the beautifully wrapped bag, and thanks the girls for their services -- and just as he's leaving, his phone rings.

of course he answers the phone with hello, darling. of course he begins to ask his girlfriend about her day, the girls think with some amount of annoyance -- of course. maybe the curse of retail isn't entitled assholes expecting you to wait on hand and foot for them -- maybe it's the handsome men coming in to splurge on their girlfriends while you're painfully single and working for pennies.