satan doesn’t get you. actually, from the slope of your nose to the peak of your lips to your every tiny eyelash, satan knows you better than anyone. rather, he doesn’t understand all your festivities.
halloween he had enjoyed. a big bowl of sweets he had stolen copious handfuls from, amused by your scolding as you hugged the container close to your chest. but dressing up with you, scaring people, had been the highlight, teeth bared and claws peeking through. satan had been beaming by the end of the night, eyes lit up in fun.
christmas had been ok. the food was warming and the atmosphere had been pleasant, despite mammon and leviathan’s inevitable brawl over presents. more than anything, satan had liked as the celebrations drew to a close and you had swaddled the pair of you into a blanket, curling up to his side as old films continued to blare on the telly.
but new year’s confused him. any attempt to make sense of the occasion left satan stumped, baffled as to why you’d cheer and commemorate the start of the year. demons lived significantly longer than humans, a couple centuries gone in the blink of an eye. so why humans had chosen to remember each year passing by made no sense, was it not simply a reminder of your own mortality?
nevertheless, satan wasn’t about to steal away your joy, happy to trail behind you, a squeeze to your hand every so often to offer support as the festivity went on. he shot a sharp glare at a lower demon once or twice, daring them to spoil the fun you’d planned, flashing a threatening snarl so they’d keep in line. and as your excitement began to spill out, earlier nerves subdued as all went according to plan, satan could only silently hope that his brothers would behave this time round.
and then the countdown started.
and it was satan’s turn to panic, heart sprouting wings that beat rapidly in his chest as you turned to face him, wide and content grin on your lips.
because the pair of you had made it through the year. you’d made it through satan’s outbursts, when his wrath would overwhelm him, and the suffocating sadness that followed after. he’d made it through your schemes, always seeming to find yourself in trouble, dragging him along with intertwined fingers. and you’d both made it through all the cheesy dates and comforting nights, limbs tangled together and somehow still aching to be closer.
with such memories in mind and a loud echo of “zero!” you pressed your lips to satan’s, attempting to show him all the love you’d shared over the last year and promising wordlessly that your future would never dull.
you pulled away with a tiny laugh, nothing but happiness filling you as you whispered “happy new year,” soft enough for only satan to hear. it took him a second to return the sentiment, and another to kiss you again. because even if he still didn’t entirely understand the celebration, satan knew he always wanted to start the new year with you.
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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.
kam, thank you so much for running the exchanges every year 💜 they wouldn't run this smoothly without you~
OF COURSE i had to critter your favorite @hellofromthehallowoods devils polly and barb and had such a blast going through your art again for references.
the instructions were for Wally, not the whrp/qa/You. which is especially interesting, because I think we all assumed they were instructions from Wally - after all, he's the one telling the whrp that they have work to do, he's sending envelopes (assumedly), he's sort of the driving force behind the whole in-universe project. he calls the shots, in a way. he's the one with the phone.
so who the hell is giving Wally instructions?
is it related to the distorted "extra" voice under Wally's in some of his hidden record audios? is it related to Sally's "monster"? is there someone else in Home?
just... there's a whole 'nother layer underneath Wally that i think is really scary. there's something else there, i feel. i Fear. i wonder if Wally is aware of it, or if he isn't quite as aware as we all - including him - like to think. how aware can a puppet be if they can't see their own strings (so to speak)? it's one thing to know what you are, and another entirely to understand what that entails.
Top five moments in my personal rgg fandom experience will forever be the time i saw people become obsessed with that one extra from gaiden cause prior to release they thought it was mine