#and of course giant sloths

[fatehbaz]

thinking about "the Great Beast".

thinking about the superlatively unique and loveable creature, the tapir.

thinking about European colonial agents being perplexed and bedazzled upon first encountering the "forest cow" and the "elephant of the New World".

thinking about how an incredible extinct megafauna icon, the giant ground sloth, got its name (and became a central character in popular and professional discussions of paleontology and "extinction").

thinking about bulletproof moose.

thinking about eighteenth-century apothecary remedies.

thinking about how an animal name traveled from the Sahara in North Africa, through Arabic into Spain, to boreal forests of northern Eurasia, across the Caribbean and South America to describe "the beaste in which nature hath endeavoured to shewe her cunnyng".

[the-hawks-rye]

ID: two replies by pinesodaexists reading "The dodo bird" and "i want one [frown emotion]"

If you could bring back one extinct animal solely for the impact it would have on the world (considering factors like ecological impact, tourism, any other benefits), what would you pick, and why?

[popponn]

sick day safe distance.

summary: you caught a cold and really doesn’t want him to also get sick. it’s that simple, actually.

notes: was tempted to add more, but yeah one day, maybe. this is me trying to pump myself up and trying to grasp sae more for an upcoming fic. also warm up for a bit. still i hope it will be an enjoyable read, as simple and unserious it is haha. warning: none, just mentions of colds symptoms here and there. fluff, clingy slash affectionate bfs, reader's gender unspecified.

character: nagi, sae, isagi.

nagi seishiro

this guy somehow turns even more similar to his favorite chat sticker. just a bit more fluffy, and bigger, and with grubby hands. put simply, nagi is pretty troublesome because he insists on still being close to you. he really doesn’t see a point in keeping his distance since he still lives under the same roof as you—which doesn’t mean you could go somewhere else though. he is not above actually hanging on your hip. don’t test him.

in a way, you will be lucky if he must go out for practice. but if he is not, then good luck. if before you sleep, he was sitting a few meters away from you, the moment you took a nap nagi would be laying his head somewhere near or on you while playing his game. pray for your debate skill, because you really need to convince him that ‘getting sick is even more troublesome than not cuddling with you for a while. yes even when that’s what he really wants.’ also a little tip, be strong and don’t look at his baby face too much. that’s a losing fight with a natural puppy face. and if you want to take a bet, use his hoodie as your sick attire. it will either satiate whatever it is in him or worsen it.

he is a bit childish and adamant when he is clingy. even when he is not in the clingiest mood, that wouldn’t necessarily mean his concern for you would be gone immediately. every hour or so, you will definitely see a nagi peeking at you, asking if you want anything because ‘if you got worse it would be even more troublesome’. and honestly just let him do anything he wants to take care of you—this guy will be okay in the kitchen and in anything even if it’s his first time. that’s the resident giant sloth doing something for you out of his own willingness. plus if worst comes to worst, hey, maybe adrenaline could be an instant cure.

itoshi sae

sae makes a face that indicates he is a little upset, hums, and then actually says he will stay somewhere else for a while. he reacts so gracefully and normally it’s kind of cold. but then again, this is sae and his personality. just because he seems unaffected and puts you somewhere pretty low on his priority list, it doesn’t mean that is how it truly is. and if you are trained to translate sae-speak through experiences and are already used to him, it’s kind of obvious, from his actions especially.

it’s obvious in the way he leaves you messages and voice notes. and in the way he insults you when you try to do something dumb or eat something that you shouldn’t. in the way he sends you food and reminds you to drink every hour he can—and if he has to practice, he will find someone to do that task through sheer deadpan alone. also in the way he keeps the call on until you sleep every night—saying that this is to make sure you won’t infect his part of bed, which is a lie. if you show him that you miss him by cuddling his side of bed this guy will short-circuit, in a very positive way.

also, since this is sae with his terrible case of ‘showing he actually cares’, most of the proof of him being genuinely upset from being away from you will come from others. in the form of complaints. all telling you to get better soon because he got extra grumpy and blunt in his wording as if he is on a vengeance quest. and even if his play got better somehow, help his teammates because they really are not here to deal with a boyfriend who has love deficiency or some bullshit. of course, you hardly believe them because in every video call, sae acts like it's nothing. still, go do loving gestures in your temporary long-distance relationship. some people will actually owe you for that. also don’t forget to at least give him an update if he somehow couldn’t contact you. just in case.

isagi yoichi

isagi takes it with a grimace and an understanding sigh that truthfully still sounds very exasperated, but accepting nonetheless. he will still whine a little though, in a very joking and light manner. this guy’s schedule is packed and he rarely has any time with you, so of course if any chance he should have gotten sabotaged by some random flu, it’s entirely within his right to get at least a little upset. so understandably, his priority as an egoist who really wants some loving would be to get you healthy again as soon as possible. also, maybe, that part of him that takes care of people so naturally kind of screeches when you cough roughly.

the sweetest part is probably how he will still find a way to take care of you no matter what his schedule is. what isagi wants, isagi will get somehow after all. it’s his break day? you are not leaving his sight and he will watch the old matches from your side—also he is wearing a face mask so don’t bother to shoo him away. if he has training? maybe you have to walk around a little bit by yourself still, but somehow everything from food to medicines is ready. his friends ask him to hang out? this one is a straight-out pass, his baby is sick.

this is the guy who will try to cook porridge for you while calling his mom in the process and sends a longing gaze when you keep a distance between the two of you. he won’t protest and will actually do his best. remember to walk around the neighborhood with him the moment you get better. also give him as many handholds, hugs, kisses, and praises as possible. actually, go do a headstart on the praise if possible. even if he scolds you to rest instead of giving him sugary words, the soft dotting look on his face can’t lie. just make sure to not suggest sleeping in the hotel or have him stay at someone’s though—trust this guy and his self-centeredness. when he really wants to stay with you and stay healthy for his career, he will. don’t doubt him or make enemies of the protagonist.

[reddpenn]

The current state of the Rock Wall!

Video transcript:

Who wants a tour of my rock collection?

I guess we’ll start over here; this is the newest shelf. I just added it. A lot of stuff from the other shelves have now joined this shelf. It’s got a nice little sliding glass door to protect my more high-end specimens. On this we have a lot of my thumbnails, including some of the more delicate, or some of the more valuable thumbnails. Some of my more high-end specimens over here, like that beautiful wulfenite.

I have started labeling the stones now, so some of the stones have these neat little labels, and some of them do not. But everything in this case does.

And then of course some of the larger high-end specimens down here. And I’m not sure what I’m gonna put on those lower shelves yet.

Up above that I have a new display case, and this is where I’m putting all of my cabochons.

So here I’ve gotten it down and we’ll open it up. This is all velcro. I made this myself out of a normal shadowbox that I got at the store. These are all attached by velcro so that I can take them out and rearrange them and add more to them and move them around.

This case is lighted. The case next to it is technically lighted, but the lights are out of battery right now. Eventually I want to switch that to something more permanent that can be plugged in all the time so I don’t have to constantly swap out the batteries.

This is the Original Rock Shelf, so it is crammed full of some of my oldest specimens. I recently did a project where I added these acrylic risers to it to kinda make a little bit of space, which made it a bit less crammed, which is nice. A lot of specimens on this shelf. Buch of geodes down there. That’s Geode Territory.

Next to it, below the North American giant ground sloth bone, we have more of my thumbnail specimens. Just a bunch of little guys. I’d like to light this shelf too. I think that would help them show up better. The meteorite collection is over here. We got some rust on this guy, but I think he’s doing okay. And then over here, my opal collection. So here is the Ethiopian opals, we’ve got an Australian opal, we’ve got a Honduran opal back there. That one up there is also Ethiopian opal, right in the middle.

Down below that, just more of the really tiny stuff, and some miscellaneous stuff.

The spheres and eggs are under that. The one under a cloth is a reconstituted quartz. If I leave it where sunlight can hit it, it’ll burn my house down so I just keep it covered because I’m a little bit paranoid about that.

Miscellaneous stuff: I got some tumbled stones, I got some palm stones. Just… stuff gets thrown down on that shelf.

The shelf next to it. This was at one point my large specimen and high-end shelf, and at this point is just the large specimen shelf because the high-end shelf is now over here. Which has made this shelf a lot less crowded, to move all that stuff over. Again, I’ve got my acrylic risers on there. I have a bunch of my big specimens. I’d like to light this shelf too. You can see how the shadows are kind of a problem like on the halite in the back there.

And then below those are the agates. This shelf is the bane of my existence. I have so many agates that I physically cannot cram any more agates onto this shelf. I’m gonna need to get some more risers and see if I can clear a little bit of space for the agate collection.

Down below that, some more miscellaneous large things. Got a jade, got a labradorite, got a kambaba stone. In the box is vivianite, but it can’t be exposed to light, so it lives in a box. And then here I have another one of these shadowboxes that opens up, and it’s got a bunch of gem jars inside of my very very small stuff.

And then over here, this is the shelf where my newest stuff starts living. Stuff that I’ve added to my collection most recently. This is also where all the fossils are living currently. And in that box is all the crinoids I just pick up off the ground. We have a ton of them around here.

Underneath that we’ve got this big desert rose, fills the whole shelf.

Next to that I have this tiny shelf that has some of my rock-adjacent things like my mineralogy puzzles. Tully lives here. Some of my mineralogy books but not all of them. They don’t all fit.

And that’s the short and sweet tour of the current state of my rock collection!

[fallenfrommars6277]

I didn't see anyone address to this properly, so I'm going to try to put into words something that I've been thinking since my rewatch of Dead Boy Detectives.

I've seen some people saying that Edwin's punishment in hell doesn't make any sense because he doesn't belong there and honestly I don't entirely agree. I mean, Edwin's designated afterlife isn't hell of course, but I think his punishment has a meaning.

We can see that hell is shaped quite like Dante's hell and we can only suppose that it works like it as well, so the souls receive a punishment that is an analogy or a contraposition to their guilt, that means that the punishment is somehow similar to their guilt and what they did in their life or the complete opposite.

Therefore, we see the lustful people indulging in their pleasure, the greedy people eating and vomiting, the slothful not being able to move, Maxine tearing her letters and of course Simon. He keeps tearing the pages of a book with the initials of himself and Edwin, his secretly and impermissibly loved one, causing himself little paper cuts that seem no big deal, but they are endless: an infinite number of little hurts, that put together of course aren't so little anymore. But what's the meaning behind his punishment? Well, I think it's an analogy to the feelings he must have felt when he was alive, I mean, he was gay in a male boarding school and he was in love with Edwin, he must have suffered a constant little pain reminding him of his "guilt".

And Edwin's line "if you punish yourself everywhere becomes hell" kinda pairs with it: it's not like he's in hell because of his sense of guilt, of course he's there because he participated in the ritual that killed Edwin, but we see that his designated afterlife isn't hell, he's stuck there because he thinks he's guilty, not of having killed Edwin or at least not only, he feels guilty for his feelings for him.

Moving to Edwin, I think that it's the same thing. He goes to hell only because he's the victim of a sacrifice but he's also stuck there in his endless and cyclic torture: he is chased by a giant spider made of dolls, that no matter how hard he tries to outrun (or maybe precisely because he tries so hard to run away) catches him and tears him apart and basically eats him "alive".

Finally getting to the point, I don't know if I'm delirious but I see an analogy between this punishment and Edwin's life. I mean, I don't think that he's finding out now that he likes boys, I think that now he's being able to acknowledge it to himself and to others, but if we think of the scene at school when Simon goes to him and he runs away (he then points it out clearly saying that he used to run every time he tried to get closer), I think that it's actually clear that he's feeling something. Of course, they're feelings that he's not allowed to feel (or worse, they're feelings no one talks about at his time, it's like they shouldn't even exist), but you can't stop a feeling, you can act in denial, tell yourself and others that it's nothing, but you still feel that feeling, whether you want it or not. And that feeling pressed down to your core tries every way to burst out and if it can't find a way, it simply tears you apart and eats you from the inside.

So, just like when he was alive he kept running from his feelings, that eventually would have broken him into pieces (because if he kept living he probably would have had a life torn apart between who he really was and how he had to appear), in his death he is condemned to run away from the spider made of dolls (why the dolls? I don't know, maybe they refer to his "feminine side", the boys that sacrifice him call him Mary Ann after all, but I'm not sure) that tears him apart and eats him whole.

Again, maybe I'm just obsessing real hard, but either way I don't think that Edwin's punishment is just meaningless.

[hungwy]

A small woman—or perhaps an adolescent boy—walks quickly across a landscape where giant beasts roam. The person holds a toddler on their hip, and their feet slip in the mud as they hurry along for nearly a mile, perhaps delivering the child to a safe destination before returning home alone.

Despite the fact that this journey took place more than 10,000 years ago, a new paper published in the journal Quaternary Science Reviews manages to sketch out what it might have looked and felt like in remarkable detail.

Evidence of the journey comes from fossilized footprints and other evidence discovered in New Mexico’s White Sands National Park in 2018, reports Albuquerque TV station KRQE. Toward the end of the late Pleistocene epoch—between 11,550 and 13,000 years ago—humans and animals left hundreds of thousands of tracks in the mud along the shore of what was once Lake Otero.

The new paper investigates one specific set of tracks, noting details in the footprints’ shapes that reveal how the traveler’s weight shifted as they moved the child from one hip to the other.

“We can see the evidence of the carry in the shape of the tracks,” write study co-authors Matthew Robert Bennett and Sally Christine Reynolds, both of Bournemouth University in England, for the Conversation. “They are broader due to the load, more varied in morphology often with a characteristic ‘banana shape’–something that is caused by outward rotation of the foot.”

At some points along the journey, the toddler’s footprints appear as well, most likely because the walker set the child down to rest or adjust their position. For most of the trip, the older caretaker carried the child at a speed of around 3.8 miles per hour—an impressive pace considering the muddy conditions.

“Each track tells a story: a slip here, a stretch there to avoid a puddle,” explain Bennett and Reynolds. “The ground was wet and slick with mud and they were walking at speed, which would have been exhausting.”

On the return trip, the adult or adolescent followed the same course in reverse, this time without the child. The researchers theorize that this reflects a social network in which the person knew that they were carrying the child to a safe destination.

“Was the child sick?” they ask. “Or was it being returned to its mother? Did a rainstorm quickly come in catching a mother and child off guard? We have no way of knowing and it is easy to give way to speculation for which we have little evidence.”

The fossilized footprints show that at least two large animals crossed the human tracks between the outbound and return trips. Prints left by a sloth suggest the animal was aware of the humans who had passed the same way before it. As the sloth approached the trackway, it reared up on its hind legs to sniff for danger before moving forward. A mammoth who also walked across the tracks, meanwhile, shows no sign of having noticed the humans’ presence.

Another article: https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S0277379120305722

[michellemisfit]

🪲🐉🐸 Weekly Tag Wednesday 🦖🦚🦎

🐑🦭🐳🦕🦋Pet Edition 🪼🐬🐋🐺🕊️

Let’s talk furry, fluffy, scaly, creepy, crawly, cuddly, and everything in between!

‘Your pet(s)’ can be a current pet, a family pet, or a sadly departed pet, of course.

🐶🐱🐭🐹🐰🦊🐻🐼🐻‍❄️🐨🐯🦁🐮🐷🐸🐵

Your name: Michelle

What people call you: Mys, Myskalump, Bean, Squidge, and very recently: michelle marie misfit mcgee

Your pet(s)’ name: Mouse (RIP); Wiggins; Howard

What you call your pet(s): Mouse McFeathers aka Boodle aka Boodleboots aka Mousecat – The Undisputable Leader of the Gang aka Cat; Wiggins Dangerbean aka Wigglypuss aka Twiglet aka Stripey Boy aka t’Other Cat; Howard Bambino aka Ginger Butt aka Pumpkin aka t’Other t’Other Cat aka t’Third Cat

Post a picture of your pet(s):

Draw your pet(s) in under 60 seconds:

Favourite animal (domestic): “I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?” Death thought about it. CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE”

Favourite animal (wild): hmmm… probably just BIG CATS lol But for variety’s sake… Pangolins are cool!

Favourite animal (extinct): It’s hard to beat the Dodo, for pure comedy, but I have to go with the Giant Ground Sloth, for size reasons!! Like, seriously. These dudes could just step on your house without noticing! 😱

Favourite animal (mythical): Dragons! Though I do like a Phoenix and a Kitsune.

List all types of animals you’ve had living in your house: 4 Mongolian Gerbils, 1 Dog, 8 Cats, 1 Goat, 1 sheep, 1 rooster, 30+ Chicks, 3 Ducks, 9 adult rabbits, 7 newborn rabbits, 1 ferret, 4 gold fish, 1 Crested Gecko (Eddie Lizzard, RIP) - this excludes animals that were at the house for less than 48 hours, for emergency care.

Any species you wish to add in the future? I Wouldn’t mind having a garden big enough to keep hens maybe.

Pet you would have if welfare, money, and safety wasn’t an issue: Ozelot!!! It’s like cat, but fierce!

And now, for the Ba-dum-tss 🥁 part of WTW:

What’s your biggest pet peeve? Chronic lateness. Everyone runs late every now and again. But if you’re late all the time? Without a reason, an excuse, or an apology? Then it’s very clear you just don’t give a flying rat’s behind to even try and make an effort, so fuck that.

What’s your favourite pet name? I like ‘love’, ‘baby’, and actually I like ‘pet’ in the right tone and accent, too ☺️

What way do you like to be petted? Firm pressure. Gentle strokes tickle and make me itchy. I do like ear scritches!

Were you a teacher’s pet? Not so much a teacher’s pet, as just… very good at school and well mannered. All my aspirations in life are really about not disappointing people. Especially people that expect something from me. … Yeah. Okay. Maybe I was a teacher’s pet.

Favourite beverage sold in a PET bottle? Lemon Fanta. Only about once every six months. But when I crave it, I craaaave it lol

Yeah, okay, I’ll see myself out 🙄

But not before tagging all of these lovelies, to give us their view on pets this fine Wednesday… or Thursday, or Friday, or whenever you have a free minute and some head space for it. And if not, then please accept these ::ear scritches::

@sleepyfacetoughguy @sleepyheadgallavich @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @deedala @ardent-fox @look-i-love-u @francesrose3 @gallapiech @callivich @suzy-queued @the-rat-wins @thepupperino @transmickey @spookygingerr @burninface @jrooc @heymrspatel @heymacy @whatthebodygraspsnot @wehangout @ian-galagher @lupeloto @creepkinginc @sickness-health-all-that-shit @deathclassic @lee-ow @loftec @palepinkgoat @crestfallercanyon @blue-disco-lights @iansw0rld @rutherinahobbit @pookiebearmick @catgrassplantdad @stocious @gallawitchxx @bawlbrayker @ms-moonlight-inn @energievie @whatwouldmickeydo @gardenerian @crossmydna @mmmichyyy @sam-loves-seb @vintagelacerosette @lingy910y @iandarling @sgtmickeyslaughter @doshiart

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Okay so now that the semester is over, here is a list of actual things my paleontology professor said/did during lecture and discussion:

“I've watched this like 20 times now” (Prehistoric Planet 2 trailer)

“Hi yes I am me, an exemplar of our species. A prime specimen.”

*visible confusion while reading the Colossal website*

“Turkeys can be terrifying. Birds are terrifying in general”

“That’s David Attenbourough not a bird.”

“Thank you for clarifying.”

“You’re welcome! It’s what I’m here for! This is why I have a Ph.d!”

“You need to have a healthy bullshit meter to read any paleontology paper.”

“As I keep telling you, life hates us.”

“Look at the size of the head compared to the body. This is just stupid.”

“Look at the butt of that thing!”

*measures with hands on screen*

“This is a stupid looking animal.” (Cotylorhynchus romeri)

"for example comparing femur robustness is ... what does that even mean?"

“You can laugh…this is a stupid looking creature!”

“Then of course you have your penis worms.”

“Holding fossils from the Burgess Shale is a religious experience.”

“It would be a very mossy world, which I am not opposed to. I like moss :)”

“Taxonomy is a clusterfuck.”

“This is probably one of the most ridiculous animals to have ever evolved.” (Whales)

“It looks like a strange monster from the black lagoon.” (Maiacetus)

“It’s a magical Liopleurodon!”

*does push ups on a table to show us how a fish would have walked*

*showing us a video of a crocodile taken by someone in the water*

“Do NOT do this. Don’t jump into the water with a crocodile. It will end very badly :(“

“This was like one of the weirdest papers I’ve seen. Alright so Ken Carpenter is a very legitimate paleontologist in Colorado. He normally worked with dinosaurs but he also decided to try and figure out how mosasaurs swim. So you look at the skeleton but then you also put two undergrads in a pool, one grabbing the other one's legs to see how that double-limb locomotion would work. It's like the kookiest thing I’ve ever seen published… but yeah I'm not even sure how he got the approval for this… I don’t think this was grant funded… “I would like some undergrad volunteers to jump in a pool, one holding the other ones legs to see if they will drown.””

*rants about the size of the mosasaur in Jurassic World and debates with a student whether or not an actual size mosasaur could pull a T. Rex into the water*

“I like owls. They look like they are wearing trousers :)”

"The Ice Age movie was a missed opportunity. There were so many cool animals they could have used and they didn't use ANY of them! There were giant ground sloths that were so big you can stand in their fossilized burrows! Yeah sure we have that one guy...what's his name...Sid? Yeah sure we have Sid but Sid is NOT a giant ground sloth. That's not even mentioning all of the horses and bison and bears and lions! Its disappointing!"

...

"I was on a podcast about this :D"

[azlrse]

➳ pater noster (a yandere!om!belphegor x gn!nun!reader) w/ a hint of solomon x reader

synopsis: some faces are not meant to be trusted but what if your faith towards father himself was just a mere illusion? or is it perhaps that the prince of sloth took a liking for you and do whatever it takes for your innocence to be tainted.

cw: yandere themes, religious au, gore (includes mutilation and blood), minor character death, manipulation, fic has a cliffhanger.

a/n: happy halloween everyone! this fic has been kept on my notes for over a year now and publishing it in the spirit of halloween (also college has been killing me slowly so this is the reason why I am not that active here anymore ;_;;).

No one knew how humankind can feel the sense of paranoia when attending the church’s grounds, despite it’s gruesome and horrid history from the 18th century. Some say that it’s because of the church’s dark history while the others passed down the same story that you heard from your childhood that several unrested souls had haunted these holy grounds you stood above since the day you’ve arrived. Thus, beginning your mission as a devoted nun to the high divines.

You didn’t blame those people. After all, the church had stood from thousands of years ago as many of your ancestors were executed for the sake of appeasing the gods, or perhaps is it the demons who are offered these so-called sacrifices. You didn’t believed the words from that crazy woman you’ve encountered this morning that a demon took it’s residence in the catacombs below the old ancestral chruch, knowing that those words are nothing but blasphemy, words that could taint the same people you’ve worshipped and adored.

As the bells of St. Michael Parish had rung, signifying that the mass (which had begun an hour ago) had concluded. Many of the people (who attended) and your peers had left, ready to celebrate grace together with their beloved families, going out to eat or spending time alone in the covenants while a certain nun had stayed behind to make up for the missing prayer they missed this morning.

Speaking in the words of old religion, they closed their eyes and began their session alone to give their thanks to Father himself. The empty church had given (M/C) the sense of peace and quiet they needed after hearing such loud noises during the day, preventing them from having a peace of your mind and soul. They firmly gripped the small rosary that they’ve kept on the side of their habit as they spoke the prayer that indicates the beginning of their daily prayer.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”

As you lit the candle, you think about your own family. How are your siblings doing? Are your parents doing fine since your departure? Are they well? Do they missed you terribly?

They prayed for an hour, forgetting about the concept of time and was contented with Father hearing their prayers. Each hail mary’s and our father are spoken many times and it finally concluded with a small “amen.” You feel the soreness of your knees from kneeling on the tuffet as you stood up and make the sign of the cross while staring into the giant cross you say your prayers with. Before you went back to the covenant to join the others, you lit a candle and spoke a small prayer before you make your way towards the others.

Of course they are. After all, you almost recieved countless of messages from your family about your well-being. You spoke your prayers towards them for they will have a good and lasting life, away from the dangers lurking around their lives. You’ve closed your eyes for a bit until a voice interrupted your alone time. “Making up for the missing prayer for this morning, (M/C)?”

“Ah!” You jumped from the voice behind you. “Father Solomon! I didn’t know that you’re here for your nightly walks. You scared me for quite a bit and yes, I did make up for this morning’s prayer.” He replied with a soft hum and lights up another candle for him to say his thanks before he calls it a day. The looming light for the tainted windows of the solemn adds some light aside from the many candles that was lit as the buildings source of light. You find peace within these walls and the peaceful silence doesn’t even bother you, contented with your closest friend by your side.

Speaking of your friend, he breaks the silence and asks a single question that sparked up your curiosity. “Say my friend,” He solemnly spoke, lighting another candle but this time, the color of the candle he lit up was black. “Do you believe these rumors that the demons roaming this sacred grounds? Aren’t you afraid of such creatures who would lured humanity into an endless pit of sin and everlasting pain?”

Hearing that question makes your skin crawling and feeling uneasy. Speaking this kind of question during night time is kinda scary and quite unnerving at the same time. You didn’t want to upset your friend and just went with the flow upon answering his question. “While I do believe in the concept of those creatures, yes. I believe that the demons are still roaming around these holy grounds, tempting for us to succumb into their sin and no, I am not scared. Don’t you forget that one of my closest friends is an exorcist?” You patted his back as you refer to the young priest as your closest friend. The old bell rang from the tower above, signifying that the time for prayer and seclusion has been completed and what better way to call it a day was to eat dinner together with your fellow nuns.

“Now, come along now, Father Solomon. We don’t wanna miss out today’s dinner special won’t we?” Before you make your way towards the kitchen, Father Solomon stopped you on your tracks, held your hand and gave you something. “Wait, my friend. There’s something I should give you.” He handed you an item that was small and light, the first thing you thought that the item you hold was a small jewelry of some sort. “Think of this as my gift of appreciation for being one of my most trusted friends.” The priest then opens his hand and showed you a ring. The ring looks really minimal with the exception of a purple gem on top of the small jewel.

“I found this while I was tending in the gardens the other day and it turns out that this precious gem doesn’t have an owner. Plus, the color kinda reminds me of you and I want you to have it.” Speechless, you took the ring from his hands and slipped it right into your ring finger. It was a perfect size! It wasn’t loose nor tight. You loved this ring but you’re still hesitant upon accepting your friends small gift. Solomon noticed that you were nervous and hesitant on wearing that ring. “Don’t worry about that ring being cursed. For I have already blessed it with the blessings from the celestial realm. That ring definitely can protect you from any harm.”

His words convinced you that this ring wasn’t cursed but just an ordinary ring. You slipped it right back to your ring finger and thanked your friend for the small gift he gave you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria first before we ran out of those delicious juice they served!”

“You can go first, my friend. There’s something I need to tend in the gardens. I don’t want the children to be playing outside of the gardens this late.” You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the dining area where the rest of your peers gathered. It was quite unusual for your friend to tend the gardens this late, considering that the children are given strict rules when it comes to them roaming around the grounds without adult supervision. Plus, Father Solomon only tended the gardens every Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

Today was Thursday and it was supposed to be his turn the next day, which is strange to say the least. As oblivious as you are, you shrugged it off, thinking that it was just a mishap or just a mere coincidence that happened today.

The dinner was good and not long after you finished your meal, everyone in the room heard a scream from the outside. Children are escorted and ran outside from the dormitories, which is led by the nun who took charge in watching over them. “What happened?!” The reverend mother spoke as the young nun shook in fear while trying her best to answer her question. “The demon attacked them! I saw the creature devouring the poor child in front of my eyes! A creature surrounded by darkness as their teeth feast on the poor child!” You hugged the shaken nun, collapsing into your arms as she sobbed and sobbed, knowing that she failed her duty in watching over the orphans, now paranoid and scared due to what’s happening outside of their dorms.

You quickly ran outside towards the scene of the crime and what came out from your mouth was a gasp and felt the feeling of dread and nausea seething through your stomach; a child’s mangled form is laying on the floor, lifeless as blood continuously flow from it’s main source, staining the dirt below. Their eyes wide open, mouth distorted into a scream, as if they had called for help. A bite wound can be seen on the side of the child’s stomach, exposing their remains.

Colors of red and blue, flashing throughout the entire grounds, despite all the noise and commotion the police made, all you can hear was a deafening ring on your ears. Your legs gave out after you knew which child is assigned to this gruesome fate. It was none other than the child whom you’ve taken care of ever since their infancy, the same child that gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the one who made your day even better. You began to cry hysterically, catching the attention to your closest friend as he gave his shoulder to cry on.

“There there, it’s okay (M/C). I know it’s hard for you to process what happened and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect them in time.” Solomon rubbed his hand back and forth on your back while watching their body being placed in a body bag and placed on the back on the ambulance, ready to be examined by medical professionals to see who’s the main perpetrator of this horrid crime.

You couldn’t sleep that night after you went back to your residency alone (due to Solomon being one of the people being questioned). The more you blinked, more tears slid from your cheeks, staining your pillows, thinking on what happens if you rescued them in time. Will they still be the same child you took care of? Will they grow up and obtaining their dream profession after they graduated college?

You wished those events can happen in real life but alas, they couldn’t because they finally succumb to their untimely death. You felt the numbness coursing throughout your body while staring towards the dimly lit ceiling of your room.

Despite trying you best to fall back asleep, you couldn’t shake the vivid and gruesome scene. You became scared for a bit but prayed to the celestial beings that you and the others are guided to a safer path. You prayed and prayed until you couldn’t feel your knees anymore as tears continuously poured down your cheek. After what it felt like hours, you lay down on your bed as eyes finally closed, taking a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s occasion.

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You woke up on a strange environment, standing barefoot on the stone cold ground gave you goosebumps throughout your entire body. You’re still wearing the exact same clothes you went to bed but didn’t remember that you put on the ring right before you went to bed. It’s strange to say the least, you remembered that you took off that ring and placed it right on your bedside table.

The ring itself began to glow, bright violet specks of light flickered as more fog appeared in this strange place. The more you walk in this endless loop, the more the temperature became colder and colder to the point that your body began to shiver. The thin clothing that clings to your skin doesn’t help and you felt like you’re about to pass out due to hypothermia.

Out of nowhere, a voice called out for you.

“(M/C)”

It was a man’s voice. It echoes across the void. You whipped your head back and forth to see who’s the owner of that voice. At first, you thought that it was Solomon’s voice but it isn’t or wasn’t it Simeon to begin with? No, it’s not the same person who spoke your name.

“Come home to me. For you have committed such crime and sin, a sin that belonged to one of my brothers.”

There it is again! And what crime is he talking about? You? A nun who’s devoted to Father himself, committed a sin that belonged to the 7 deadly sins? That’s absurd! You never commited such acts, not after you became a nun in the first place. “What are you talking about? Who are you and what crime did I even commit? I’ll never turn my back against God and commit a sin!”

The voice chuckled and that’s when you felt your ring finger began to tighten up. You tried removing the ring in your finger but it felt like it was glued on your poor finger. A bruise began to form on your finger as it cuts off the circulation. “Who I am doesn’t matter, little one. After all, you’re gonna meet me soon.” You screamed as the ring began to bury deep within your skin, blood dripping from the newly formed wound. “As for your crime, well. You already know what that is, my dear. You’re gonna find out about that soon. But for now,” You screamed in excruciating pain, more blood came rushing from the cut as your finger was completely cut off, laying lifelessly on the cold stone ground.

Before you know it, a shadow looms over you. Ram like horns on each side of it’s head and it gave you a eery smile, taking pleasure on the pain you just went through. It’s violet-pink eyes stared into yours and in response, you gave this malicious entity a sharp glare as you bare your teeth, both in pain and to show your bravery despite being in pain.

The demon surely loves your bravery towards him and it amuses him. He picked up your severed finger, keeping it as a souvenir and leaned in closer towards your face and spoke,

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

A sudden jolt of energy woke you up, sweat dripping down from the top of your head while the beating of your heart becomes faster and faster the more air you breathed in. You look around your room; the light of the sun seething through your window as the fresh breeze of cool air makes its way to your room. In a panic, you checked your ring finger. To your relief, it wasn’t severed nor wounds appeared around the finger. As for your ring, the simplistic jewelry is still on the same area you’ve placed since last night.

It felt so real. The pain, the blood dripping from your wound and the way your ring tightens up. You thought that when you woke up, all that was left on your finger was torn up muscles and blood staining the comfortable bed sheets. Not to mention how that mysterious entity pinpointed a crime that you didn’t even committed, let alone considering that it was also a sin.

A sin that belonged to one of his brothers.

Instead of becoming scared due to your horrible nightmare, you’ve become even more curious not only towards that entity but also to the ring Father Solomon gave you yesterday. And it looks like you have something to talk about to the young priest himself.

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“Solomon!” You called out to your dear friend from afar, seeing him reading the sacred scriptures underneath a tree that’s located from the outskirts of the old church. “There you are. I was searching for you everywhere and it’s unusual for you to be alone in this tree since you almost spend your time in your office.”

The priest only hums softly, moving aside to indicate that he’s inviting you to sit with him, which you gladly accepted. “I hope you’re doing well since the incident last night. Condolences to you and the others.” You smiled in sadness from the words you heard from him. “It’s fine, friend. They’re still trying to find the killer. I hope they caught them fast and finally have some justice to [c/n]. Poor child, may God let them rest in peace.”

You wiped off your tears, still remembering the sweet, innocent smile the child gave to you. They’re such a good kid, taking the role-model as an older sibling to the other orphans and even taking some of the blame if one of the orphans made a mistake. The thought quickly subsided, shaking your head and a serious look appeared on your face. “The kid’s not the reason why I’m here. May I ask you something, my friend?”

Solomon placed a bookmark on his book and placing it over the soft patch of grass. Wait a minute – you noticed that his eyes are quite strange; eye bags and the soft color of purple and pink hue over his brown eyes. You saw how his eyes twitched as if he didn’t sleep well last night. You’ve become so distracted over the color and the eye bags of his eyes that his voice broke your trance. “Ask away, (M/C) and I’ll try my best to answer those questions of yours.”

“Do you know this ring’s origins?” You showed him the ring around your finger. His smile widen when he saw you wearing the ring. “Quite beautiful, isn’t it?” He took your hand on his, inspecting the piece of jewelry he gave you yesterday. “Yes, I agree with you but I have a dream- nightmare rather, about this piece of jewelry.” The priest’s giddy expression suddenly dropped as soon as you mentioned the term ‘nightmare’. This concerns Solomon and he felt the atmosphere between the both of you became serious.

“What nightmare, (M/C)? Please do tell me what happened there?” You hesitated at first, still vividly remembering how a demon appeared out of nowhere as the ring began to sever your poor finger. The lingering pain still subsided within your mind, for the pain you felt was too real in the awakening world.

You randomly rubbed your hand against your ring finger while looking at the green patches of grass, noticing on how each sway of the individual leaves was caused by the cold winds blew across the courtyard. After what felt like hours, you’ve spoken about this gruesome dream of yours. “I’ve encountered something…evil from this dream of mine. I saw an entity that we feared and loathed, it’s horns are long and twisted, a tail which can choke a mere human to death in under a minute and his white sharp eyes.”

You shivered alone by just describing the demon’s features but it didn’t stop you from telling your close friend what such events had left you shaken since this morning. “I also remember how the ring you gave me tighten and remembering the pain I’ve endured as I try to pry off this cursed piece of jewelry. Believe me or not, this caused my ring finger to be severed, blood dripping non stop from my veins as I screamed in agony and pain while that demon watched me cry in satisfaction. What does that filthy creature even want from me?”

Solomon only listened to your words with a fixated expression on his face. “So your saying that this ring I gave you is the main reason why you have a nightmare last night?” You nodded, still feeling the your body shaken a little after you told your horrid story of a nightmare. “I thought this ring was blessed by you, father. Isn’t the blessing by the celestial beings cleansed this ring from the likes of 'it’?”

“I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unless..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence. “I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unles..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence.

“I think that the ring isn’t the target to begin with.” His words send chills down your spine. Hands are sweaty from paranoia and nervousness, eyes widen a bit from the words his spoke and your mouth wide agape; no words are even coming out from your mouth. Solomon looks at you in a serious manner for he knew that your life is in danger.

“The demon wants you, my friend. You are in grave danger…”

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Are you ready!!! I have finally FINALLY finished the hellverse worldbuilding/rewrite project and I've added a lot mroe stuff then just info on thr rings :³

Please read and tell me what you think because I spent *checks time* 12-14 hours making all this and I'd relaly appreciate it if you guys read or asked questions about it I'm very proud of the backgrounds :³

First off!!! Is of course the rings, I'll have to reblog with the bonus content since only 10 pictures are allowed per post lol

A smart for each ring, theor ruler and native species as well as a small description background is the color that represents their ring more or less

Pride purplish red, wrath red, gluttony yellow, greed yellowish green, lust purple, envy dark teal, sloth, blue

Pride!! Short summary fo the text: prides hellborn species are ethe cannibals, they stay in route due to the infinite food glitch and look the most human out of the hellborn, whoch can be their downfall as some exorcists can mistake them for sinners. They've also adopted human behavior, such as having an overlord, and particularly have taken a liking to the 1900s style

And here's imp city as a bonus!

Next is Wrath!! And the one I spent the most time on lol

Wrath summary is thst their hellborn species are Imps, which adapt to theor surrounds actually. So while Wrath born imps are much stronger, greed and gluttony imps are faster, sloth ring I'm are faster and more adapted to the cold, pride ring imps have more normal feet to help them walk faster, etc

Wrath imps are also very heat resistant, their hot springs being lava instead, imps fork other rings have less heat resistant then wrath ones

And here's gluttony!!

Hellhoudns are gluttonys native species, and because thier the most populated species there are orphanages fudged by beelzabub, though quality varies....pride has the worse due to sinners(which while they can't damage the orphanage due to a barrier its still not the best- even greens are better) while gluttony has the best

Beelzabub juice is made and affected by the general mood of the population/citizens via their energy, which is how it gets made. It doesn't negatively affect the citizens

And next is greed!

Greed by far as the most variety of species, crocodiles, snakes, alligators, lizards, sharks, etc

On one side greed is crowded and packed full of factories and mines and crime, on the other though its liek your average city, to much info to summarize so you'll have to read it yourselves

Next up is lust!!

Lust is basically hells version of ls Vagas, like greed one side if filled with sex shops and clubs and casinos, while the other is a relatively tame and normal city

Greed produces the gems while lust enchants them due to lit demons being the only hellborn species to have enough magic to enchant stuff

Next up!! Envy!!

Envy on the surface is simply an island surrounded by water, but that's simply for the non natives becauseudeewtaer is where the realy envy city is she their hellborn species can breath underwater and are also the only ones able to touch salt without getting burnt

Due to envy just being one giant ocean, they have a lot of resources, fish, coral, sand, rocks, etc, that only they can access, making it the most wealthy ring. Which also affects its citizens and makes them more introverted as their better than even else in their minds

Here's a little capital/under the water Pic as a bonus!

Next up is sloth, which I finished today at like, 1 am lol

Sloths native species consists of bovidae, specifically sheep, antelope, rams, giats, etc. They tend to stay on the softer color scale, but here they are born, which can affect what colors they are(paradise was born in gluttony and is half succubus due to the wings)

They actually eat dreams, or, not really, dreams but more the energy that demons produce whilst dreaming. It doesn't harm them and, in some cases, actually helps them if they have a nightmare.

That's all for now, the slides go into far more details than I did in these short summaries so please read them, I worked really hard on them and would appreciate the support and any questions are also welcome!

Again I'll reblog with the bonus content, or jsut make a nether post caus ei can't add anymore pics to this post🥲

[the-golden-comet]

✨😈Seven Deadly Sins Tag😈✨

Thank you very much for this tag here, @drchenquill , here @theink-stainedfolk , and here @thatuselesshuman , as well as anyone else who has tagged me for this !! This looks like a fun one! 💫✨

Rules: which of your OCs would you assign to which of the seven deadly sins and why?

Alright, here we go ✨

Greed:

Peter from Peter Hart would have to take this one. He’s a treasure pirate, and captain of the Golden Phoenix Gang. That title alone shows that Peter is a fan of materialistic wealth, and has amassed a fair amount of coin on all of his adventures. One of the themes in Peter Hart is “The Price of Greed,” which is to say he has to choose between a moral good and his own self-indulgence quite often.

Sloth:

Noah from YWIMC takes this one. He is holed up in his apartment when he’s not required to attend class, takes online courses when that option is given just to avoid going out in public, and hates going outside of his comfort zone.

Wrath:

Tyr from ITROG fits the bill the best. He is one spiteful, vengeful, and angry OC that constantly fights for his own survival, and his defiant and bull-headed attitude has gotten him into lots of trouble, with the biggest act of defiance serving as the catalyst for his forced adventure.

Gluttony:

Ali from YWIMC would fit this sin best. He is not only a glutton for knowledge, but is also incredibly self-indulgent once he is freed from the lamp. Taking life’s pleasures to the extreme, as well as his love of cooking, matches this sin very well.

Envy:

Gustav from ITROG would be the most envious OC. Constantly searching and competing with nature, he’s always felt like an outcast to other giants. He often finds himself wishing to fit in, and wishing to have that sense of family that he doesn’t have as a wandering lone wolf.

Lust:

Itazura from Tenshito would be lust on account of his occupation (porn star). Though he does wish to escape this job and become a chef, there’s no doubt that Ita has enjoyed the fortune that comes with this role, despite despising the fame. Being paid exorbitantly has had its merits, yet one of Ita’s struggles in the story is how much his current job is worth the risk.

Pride:

Benjamin from Peter Hart would match this sin the most. Being raised as a prince has given Benji a sense of ego, which thoroughly gets checked on several occasions. His sense of self-worth on the surface seems inflated, but deep down Benjamin struggles with his identity, and wishes to escape his duties in order to freely express himself.

You may have noticed that Tenshi from Tenshito is not on this list. The cinnamon roll angel is no sinner; he is a saint. 🙏🪽✨

Going to gently tag (no pressure): @tragedycoded , @somethingclevermahogony , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @kaylinalexanderbooks , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , @honeybewrites , @illarian-rambling , @agirlandherquill , @theaistired , @lychhiker-writes , @jev-urisk , @wyked-ao3 , @alinacapellabooks , @gioiaalbanoart , @autism-purgatory , @48lexr , @badscientist , @rhikasa , @aalinaaaaaa , @dearunreliablenarrator , @swordslord , @worlds-tallest-fairy , @rotting-moon-writes , @tildeathiwillwrite , @mauannacreates , @moltenwrites , @asablehart , @dragoninatrenchcoat , @marlowethelibrarian , @sableglass , @cowboybrunch , @coffeexafterxmidnight , @words-after-midnight , @saturnine-saturneight , @smellyrottentrees , @lavender-gloom , @thecomfywriter , @mysticstarlightduck , @ominous-feychild , +open tag to whoever else wants to join! ✨

[skyeblue8]

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-> First things first, for whatever reason there is no yellow font options on this site, so I'm just gonna be using orange and pink to make these headcanons look more distinguished. And secondly, sorry for the long time delay, but with school starting back up & a new flare up of profound mental issues, I haven't been keeping up as much as I wanted. But I'm here now, so let's get started! Okay? Okay.

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Gluttony's Environment:

🍭 Okay, to tell y'all the truth, I honestly think a lot of the canon visuals for the Gluttony Ring already fit to world perfectly as is. Well most of them, anyway:

🍭 In terms of the whole Beehive/70's American decor theme, I actually like it as it fits the whole Beelzebub style as well as highlights a time in history where people liked to party and overindulge in a crackload of drugs/alcohol/etc.

🍭 And, upon further inspection of the background, I like the idea of the Ring essentially being consumed in a whole dome that's prone to color changing depending on Queen Bee's emotions and/or the change in the time of day. Depending on which is in more effect at the time.

🍭 My main issues really come down to more minute things like the color scheme and the plant life in this Ring, as a lot of it is too green and... earthly. For the general color scheme, I'd only headcanon it to be yellow/gold, black, and hot pink with some orange for the sunset vibe. Not much of change, though I feel it highlights the Bee/bug theme better.

🍭 As for the plant life, I think it clearly makes sense to have the Ring be flourishing with it for distinction purposes, to highlight the food/producer aspect, and of course, because of the insect citizens here. To make it more native to Hell, though, I think the plants themselves should have a wide range of variety from inanimate, to partially sentient, to full on talking and communicating.

🍭Take the plants in the canon Sloth Ring, and the talking plant in LGSOH or Stolas' plants...

🍭 Almost all of the sentient plants are carnivorous in some way, and while there are a few domestic ones that won't eat their owner, they still might eat strangers, guests, or even their owner if said owner mistreats them.

🍭 I also see a lot of the inanimate plants being made out of food, too, like cotton candy, taffy, licorice, etc.

🍭 The typical plant properties for the more sentient ones aside from talking mouths & blinking eyes, of course, would probably be something like some of them looking sweet at first glance and then devolving into full-on monsters. Some could even carry miniature Gluttony-native parasitic insect demons or possess some kind of glue-like coating that traps people.

🍭 Moving on, the Ring is the largest agriculturer producer of food in Hell, owning a great deal of restaurants in and out of the Ring.

🍭 And, unsurprisingly, it is the soul mass producer of Beezle Juice - the strongest and most addictive alcohol in Hell.

🍭 Now we don't know much about this stuff other than hellborns drink it and, apparently, it can turn mortal fish into giant monsters:

🍭 I personally headcanon it as being a massed produced, heavily addictive substance coming from the Queen Bee herself, with varying side-effects depending on who's consumed it.

🍭 For instance, high-ranking Hellborns clearly won't be too affected by the juice. At best, they'd just be immensely drunk. High-ranking sinners, ie. Overlords, can drink way more than the average sinner, but are still at some risk if they exceed past what the power level they have can hold.

🍭 Lower-ranking sinners, on the other hand, if they drink far too much than their bodies and/or general power-ranking can handle, their bodies start the withering process a lot faster with the added bonus of essentially turning into those zombie mutants from Adventure Time.

🍭 In this event, it'd really be no different from being a withered husk of a sinner, only you'd be oozing this stuff from your body, becoming a temporarily new producer of the juice, while others attempt to cannibalize on you as a result. Since you're only a husk, you likely wouldn't die until the Drones found you and either ate you or returned you to the Queen herself to be eaten.

🍭 I also want to believe that too much of Beezle Juice may cause some sort of hard-core hallucinating and the physical melting of your organs and insides into a viscous, honey-like substance.

🍭 Anyway, back to the layout, aside from the "Hives" which would likely be the party domes spread throughout the Ring, and Bee's own house, I headcanon a great deal of the buildings, both residential and a few private owned ones would be in cool lava-lamp-esque shapes with similar colors of yellow, orange, and pink that just fit the overall theme of the Ring.

🍭 And for the sake of variety, I'd also want some half tree buildings and structures throughout the Ring, you know, like in Zootopia and Elemental, but obviously not green. Maybe orange and pink, or something like that.

🍭 Also, for really no other reason, I feel that most of the ground-scape of the Ring would be in a cool transparent, walkable glass with rivers of colorful Beezle Juice moving beneath it.

🍭 All around there would be special vents that emit the scent of Beelze Juice, it doesn't completely effect people like a direct intake would, but it would put you in a mild state of euphoria, and maybe even in a constant state of hunger. Really, delicious food smells will be prevalent within this Ring.

🍭 Gluttony would no doubt be full of exotic foods from other Rings, the most popular kinds being from Wrath since it involves hunting giant, murderous animals that taste delicious but may operate on Pufferfish Rules. (If you know, you know).

🍭 Closing out the environment section, I believe that, as a new age development (more on that, later) the Ring operates on a need for feeding on Despair as well as general Sinners' souls, due to canon Bee somehow being able to feed on "the vibe" at her parties. (Oh, and Gluttony is the co-creator of Belphagor's Happy Pills [name may be changed]).

Gluttony's Residents:

¤ Okay, so, quick heads-up, I've decided to do a bit of retcon of some of my previous statements of Hell's citizens, most notably the Hellborns and the imps, sharks, succubi, etc. and the class portrayal. More will be clarified in a post following this one with the later edits being made to the other headcanon pages, but I just wanted to let y'all know. ¤

🔸️ Hellborns: Candified Imps [Concept Inspired by @dramokin impsona] Essentially like normal Imps but based on candy w/ many having lollipop based tails and a few having wings, though they're still all around powerless

🔸️🐝 Queen Bee's Drones 🐝 : This comes in a set of three...

1. Party Drones [Or "Bee's Bitches"] - These are smaller versions of Bee that don't completely look like her (usually have different color schemes with eyes on their wings like the Pixiez from that Bratz movie, but her sigil is on their bodies). Typically female or feminine-leaning, they manage the parties throughout the Ring and on Earth (without the angels'/the sinners' knowledge) to maintain the despair increase they get to bring back to Bee herself. They're usually taller than the average sinner, and a bit chaotic & egotistical due to their position.

2. Defender Drones - They mainly serve as the Bee's means of defense, or rather, intimidation against those who specifically take valuable things from her. There aren't many throughout the Ring as they all stay exclusively near her. They're, again, usually like her in the idea that they're bee demons, but they don't look too much like her.

3. Hellhound Hybrids - A newer development that really coincides with both of the aforementioned Drones, the hybrids are typcial Hellhounds mutated into bee-hybrid creatures to serve Bee more efficiently. The first ever hybrid, I headcanon would be Vivzie's Bee, who she keeps as both a pet and a (sort-of) daughter.

🔸️Sinners: Every other demon who ends up within Gluttony. For any bug-based, candy-based, etc. citizens who end up here, they simply won't resemble the Drones or Imps due to their differing body structure, possible color scheme, and their lack of a sigil on their bodies. (I know Beelzebub technically doesn't have a sigil but we'll just say they do here and go from there)

🔸️Hellhounds: Created in Gluttony by their ancient (possibly enslaved) Leader Cerberus, the hellhounds are the lowest of the low in both the Ring and throughout Hell as their seen as literal slaves. I believe they can essentially hold the souls of humans when on Earth and come with custom disguises (that cost extra with purchase of them), but since no Sinner/Hellborn typically goes up to Earth without a Sin's power, permission, or knowledge, there's no point for that for many of them and so they're usually used as servants).

🍭 In terms of hierarchy amongst the citizens, the obvious thing would be that the appointed Drones of Beelzebub are at the top simply because she depends on them the most. The Party Drones are ranked slightly higher due to being more useful, hybrid or not, but all the Drones are still greater up the scale than everyone else.

🍭 After them comes the sinners, then the imps, and of course, the Hellhounds.

🍭 There's truly not much left to say except that all the citizens here, save for maybe the poor Hellhounds, indulge every waking moment down here partying, day and night. Of course, I believe I mentioned the consequences of Sinners overindulging over long periods of time and what the people, namely the Drones, will do once they reach rotting status, so I'll just end it here until I decide to come back and make some edits.

Hope you enjoyed! Until next headcanons! 😋

[prof-ramses]

I’ve been compiling a bunch of random headcanons & theories regarding the Sins. Just a heads up, it’s going to be kind of a long list:

Like Lucifer and his family, the Sins have surnames. The only exception is Mammon, whose legal name is ‘Mammon TM’, for branding purposes.

I don’t know if it’s been confirmed if the Sins are Hellborn or not, but I like to think that the Hellaverse sort of draws from Paradise Lost in that they were originally angels loyal to Lucifer before getting the boot after the stunt Luci and Lilith pulled in Eden. This would effectively make them the first sinner demons, which could be used to explain why sinners rank so high on Hell’s hierarchy.

Working off of the above, I thought it would be funny if Leviathan was originally a cherub prior to falling, either looking like some form of small fish or maybe even a prawn. Over the course of thousands of years living in Hell, he slowly grew into the titan of the deep he is in the present.

Speaking of Levi, I’ve mulled over what we discussed the other day, and I can picture him being the designated “creepy one” of the group. After all, still waters often have terrible and dangerous things lurking just below the surface. Given there is a lot of talk of Levi being a surfer dude, I feel like the thin veneer of a beach bum barely conceals something much darker. Everything he says and does just has this edge to it, which is just reinforced given he’s a massive sea serpent. Is his personality and use of surfer slang an act? Is it genuine? No one knows.

I like to think all of the Sins can naturally fly, regardless of whether or not they have wings. The only reason they (barring Luci and Bee) don’t regularly use this particular ability is a matter of practicality. Continuing this thought, I like the idea of them leaving trails when they fly, sort of like the Night Entities from Orion and the Dark. Like, Mammon leaves a trail of currency symbols, Bee’s trail resembles honey being applied by a bony wand, Satan leaves a trail of smoke and volcanic ash, etc.

Mammon is ridiculously agile, acrobatic, and can scale walls like Spider-Man. Most people don’t realize this given how he prefers to just teleport everywhere to get around.

While Wrath’s culture (when not geared towards agriculture) is centered around conflict, specifically martial conflict, I can easily picture Satan as trying to create conflict of all kinds. I mean, just imagine this giant, draconic demon cowboy/gym rat hopping on an internet forum or comment section just to start a flame war and watch the chaos unfold. This even extends to the other Sins, as he’ll just say or do minor shit to rile the others up.

I was thinking about your interpretation of how Belphagor and Baphomet could pan out and how Bel is fixated on efficiency. I feel that an outsider looking in would wonder why a laidback (and morally questionable) woman of science like Bel would go for a peppy and inviting guy like Baph, the answer being he’s efficient. Very efficient. The guy runs the ring and likely does far more behind the scenes, all the while finding time to keep a stable relationship with his wife, maintaining the Sloth ring’s facade of being a placid vacay spot, and being something of a large scale host and possible tour guide to people that come to Sloth to relax and likely roping them into/abducting some of them for his wife’s sketchy practices. Bel finds this workaholic level of efficiency very attractive.

When Charlie was little and the Sins took turns babysitting her, Satan and Belphagor were the only ones to actually dislike the duty. Satan didn’t want a kid around cramping his style & cutting into his workout regimen and Bel felt taking care of a child wouldn’t be conductive to her research & refused to let Baph watch her because it would cut into his carefully planned work schedule. This isn’t to say they don’t love their niece, they just aren’t the kind of people that want to deal with kids.

I’ve seen a lot of people joke about what’s under Mammon’s jester cap and my theory is that he basically has a bunch of spider legs growing out of his head like this:

Mammon’s “head legs” are probably one of the few things he’s actually self conscious about.

Given it’s been confirmed Bee’s stomach basically digests everything she eats almost immediately, I like to think that her weight and build actually fluctuates based on how much collective ambient gluttony is in a given area. In places/times where the majority of people feel gluttonous, she starts gaining weight, while gluttony being at its lowest causes her to start wasting away.

I remember you once suggested Andrealphus was incapable of having kids, hence Stella was born to keep the bloodline going and possibly try and climb the social ladder. It actually gave me the idea that Mammon is incapable of having kids of his own, hence his fixation on becoming a step-dad. With this in mind, I can picture his clown pageant being his way, through the lens of greed, of getting his own step-child, with the added bonus of getting a face for his brand. It’s debatable whether or not the thought of just adopting a kid ever crossed his mind.

The above point could also cause some Golden Goose angst.

I get the show kinda debunked the fanon idea of Lucifer playing the accordion, but I’m just going to ignore that in favor of a long-standing headcanon I’ve had. In essence, I thought it would be funny if Luci was a fan of polka to the point he actually made the other Sins learn how to play instruments traditionally used to play polka so they could all perform together. The others all hated it, but after Lilith left and they tried to get Luci out of his funk, they repeatedly offered to perform with him to no avail.

Continuing the music ideas, I can picture Bel being a fan of EDM.

As a testament to the Sins sheer level of power, if sufficiently motivated to do so they can actually reshape and restructure their respective domains. This naturally causes near incalculable damage and upheaval, while taking a lot out of them.

At some point early into Hell’s existence, Lucifer just kinda… snapped. He became a cruel tyrant that lined up more closely to traditional depictions of the devil, while Lilith and the Sins were at their all time worst as people. After several thousands of years of unspeakable evil, Lucifer and the others eventually grew out of their “tyrant phase”, eventually becoming who they are in canon. The event that got Lucifer, Lilith and the Sins to change (to varying degrees) for the better? Charlie’s birth.

I get that this is a lot and that your schedule has been thrown out of wack, but inspiration hit me like a speeding truck. Hope you like some of these.

Oh, I have a TON of thoughts about these! So, I'll spread out me responses in a 1 to 1 pattern

I always liked the idea of the Sins having full names, and the TM is perfect to Mammon

While I don't know if we'll ever get confirmation one way or the other, the Sins will, to me, always be found siblings who were once Heavens greatest circus before they were outcast for standing by their leader.

My design idea for Levi range from having transparent skin, to being partial rotted (like those videos of bottom feeders picking apart whale bodies). I'll be talking more about Levi's appearance in it's own post

At this point I'm starting to think the surfer thing is something the fandom gaslight itself with, because I can't find anyone genuinely claiming any such content was leaked. Personally, I see Levi as more of a sleazy editor/publisher, running the non-Pride news channels and most of Hell's print media. So basically, J. Jonnah, but he's a giant glowing eel.

I also think all the Sins have magical flight, but I also think that, like how Ozzie can manifest as a flame, Mam can manifest and move around as a lightning bolt.

YES! I love acrobatic Mam headcanons! My idea of him having needle like feet and his curly shoes being padded actually works really well with that. He can be very graceful when he wants to be.

Yeah, I think Satan would likely have a formalized way of doing this too, like, at some point personally declaring one side of a flame war the winners.

Yep, that's Bel and Baph in a nutshell. A lot of the mannerisms I envision for Baphomet come from the gag of Captain Fun and Activity Boy from the Jack Frost 2. (Look it up)

Again, I totally agree, I actually have a lot to say about Charlie and Bel's relationship, but that's for another time.

I like to think Mam has hair made of static electricity, it tingles to the touch, much like his webs.

Bee's consumption of emotions being what actually affects her body is a new idea to me, but one I love. Also kind of gives the impression she eats actual food mostly for the sensation of eating, which works pretty well.

My idea is that Mam can have kids, but always wanted it to be with someone he was absolutely sure about. However, Stella's trauma with essentially being forced to have Via gives him pause, it's a touchy subject for both of them.

Hah, nice. Also, I just leave this here, before rock existed, Mam was mostly into and performed opera.

Yeah, EDM is a good fit for Bel.

Oh, that's a new one for me. It's great! Might actually have a somewhat similar idea in the works....

This one I don't really jive with. I don't really like the idea of Charlie sparking all the Sins' character growth, but I do think they've all gone through a lot of "phases".

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Congrats on 50 followers! For Envy and Greed, what are their favorite seasons?

Envy/Katty

Of course I’m grateful for a number of seasons the Spirits bring us, but… I’ve always sort of… felt myself at home during autumn. It’s something about the leaves, they sort of… make a performance of their deaths. All the colors the Spirits give them before turning back to earth, it gives an inspiring message, does it not?

I’m sorry. Greed says the cooler air makes me turn poetic. I don’t think he likes it very much. He says I turn somber and I start sounding like Sloth.

Greed/Delvan

Favorite season? What, you mean like the thing the trees do? All that junk? Ugh. I never cared much for them. Completely useless. Thank Goddess you don’t see much of that in Geldour. The skies are filled with smog. Side effect of the mechanical marvels we’re known for. I say it’s a worthy price to pay to be on the top of the world.

Though… I suppose my treasure is quite fond of autumn. Goddess knows why. It doesn’t ever seem like she’s happy. Seems like all she ever wants to do lie down and let the leaves fall on her. The whole thing is just one giant mess, now isn’t it?

And that’s not to mention her obsession with pumpkin. Did she tell you that? Pumpkin this, pumpkin that. Really it’s quite the marvel how much food people can shove pumpkin into.

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A word on Gothic, the game.

I had a brief exchange with @feletida on whether tw*tter could accommodate such literary genre as "giant schizo post" on merits of Gothic as an RPG. So here it goes…

Of course no discussion of the game would be scholarly without first addressing the elephant in the room: the Big Bad of the series is not some malignant deity, nor dragons, not even orcs—it's narcotic swamp-weed. For now, take it as you will.

Ok, what then, of the game's villains?

By the word's etymology, a villain is but a low-born rustic. Not an evil-doer per se, being inherently devoid of chivalry he's corralled into systematic moral failings by his own vices (which he himself cannot quite put the lid on).

By this definition, our five main heroes (PC, Diego, Gorn, Lester, Milten) are too—villains, for each has an unbridled vice salient within him.

Lester is slothful. He prefers never to take an active role in whatever happens to and around him. He spends most of the second game sitting by the fire roasting weenies, before settling into a routine of complaining about his migraines, caused most likely by excessive smoking. Of course he presents this as being forced into the habit by evil pull of hidden. At the start of Gothic 3 he's relegated to guarding the ship—a task he spectacularly fails at by letting it be stolen by pirate-vagabonds. A spell-speaker like Lester (supposedly is) shouldn't have had problems with dispersing a low-level rabble of mooks and yet.

Milton is excessively deferential towards authority and thus often finds himself stringed along into some disaster of altogether not his doing.

Diego's vice is pride, believe it or not. He may pose himself as a man with plans and shrewd ambition, but when Diego finally comes into good fortunes—he finds no gratification and readily discards it all in favour of adventure. The wealth and prestige have never mattered much to him, I reckon—it's been a pretext all along to ply his guile. This is the essence of self-adoration—to feel obliged to give regular libations to one's virtues.

Gorn alone resolves to reign in his vice (gluttony) for the sake of others. For a time at least—specifically when they all go on a sea voyage at the end of second game. All the while the others just continue wallowing in their vices.

Indeed Milten gets to have an authority above him, Lester—to further shirk all responsibility, Diego—to exercise his skills.

As for the PC: do I even have to list everything that's wrong with this beastly character. After all, you—being the player—have the perfect recollection of yourself running around beating friendlies unconscious to steal their weapons, ore and whatnot. The second game has a whole spell-scroll infrastructure to support that kind of play, made canon by Night of The Raven expansion's stringent allocation of learning points.

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playing sloth

Mayday x reader (gn)

summary: Outdoor pools with Mayday!

warnings: making out in a public pool, a little spicy, 18+

word count: ~630

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a/n: this is the second fic for my advent calendar! i tried something different here and now i really want a hot bath with mayday

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

You close your hand around Mayday's and slowly walk down the stairs into the pool.

As soon as your feet hit the warm water, you let out an excited breath before going in deeper, pulling him with you.

When you're deep enough, you let yourself fall a bit, enjoying the warmth around your whole body, and sigh, relaxed.

"Well, it really is warm," he notices, following you willingly.

"You thought I would lie?" you ask him, a playful smile on your lips.

He shakes his head with a soft look in his eyes. "Of course not."

Together, you make your way through the plastic curtain that connects the small pool entry with its main part outside.

As your face hits the cold air outside, you immediately shiver a bit, enjoying the warmth of the pool a little bit more.

The sharp contrast between the hot water and the winter air causes a foggy sight, making everything look magical and steamy.

The water is almost deserted, and only another couple your age enjoys each other's company in a corner opposite the entry.

Smiling, you turn around and let Mayday pull you to his chest.

"You can't say this wasn't a great idea," you say, appreciating his naked skin against yours.

"Didn't say anything else," he grins, coming a little bit closer again.

You put your arms around his neck, curling your fingers around his wet hair at his neck, while placing your legs around his hips.

"Already playing backpack, I see," he murmurs, but smiles. Carefully, Mayday puts his arms around your back too and situates himself somewhere against a wall so he can sit comfortably while you're sitting on his lap.

"Hmmm... I think it's more like playing sloth," you say, shaking your head and grinning at him.

Mayday looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "The mommas carry their babies on their tummies, not on their backs," you explain.

"So, I'm a momma now?" he asks, his eyebrow almost touching his hairline.

"No... But I'm your baby!" you say, almost excited, making him laugh quietly.

"Mh, yeah, sometimes you are just like a giant baby," he agrees, chuckling.

"Hey!" you protest, laying your hands on his cheek now.

"You can't say I'm wrong. Sitting on my lap like that. Like you can't find your own stool," he mocks you with playfully raised eyebrows.

"Fine, then I'll go and find my own chair," you start to pout, trying to push him away from you without much strength.

Mayday laughs, tightens his grip and holds you close to him.

"That was a joke, baby," he says, accentuating the last word.

You try to fight the smile that forms on your lips but fail miserably. "I know, silly," you grin, leaning forward at the same time, placing a sweet kiss on his wet lips.

The familiar tickle of his beard on your face makes you sigh as he deepens the kiss.

Closing your eyes, you pull yourself closer to him, enjoying the warmth of his body and the water, feeling refreshed by the cold air around you.

You share sweet kisses, smell each other's scents, and smile as soon as your tongues touch.

Mayday's hands wander around your body and pull quiet sighs from your lips, but they never go too far. You're in a public pool, after all.

You could have been sitting like that for the whole day, but Mayday decides otherwise.

You don't know if you're disappointed or shocked when you suddenly feel him moving forward and pushing you under the water with his whole body.

Coughing, you emerge again and look at him disapprovingly, trying to get the water out of your nose. "What was that for?"

"Thought we should take a break," he tells you, getting a little bit red around his nose.

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