#ciao-for-now

[ciao-for-now]

so, this happened. In pride month no less

No better thing to make a bad comic about!

[doctorsiren]

Messed up lining Ford’s face so I went a different direction

[footballandshit]

[sobselpop]

Rick and Morty ! A hundred years !

[darin-nidk]

1 / (Takes place before Ch. 1) Interruption.

Bugambilia. | Lucifer &. Eve!Reader

Content: wounded Alastor, somewhat descriptive mentions of injuries, curse words, unhealthy business relationship.

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"I thought our agreement had an explicit clause that we would not, in fact, cross paths, dear", Alastor spoke through gritted teeth, that ever forced smile present on his visage though it didn't fool (Y/N) or anyone with basic observation skills — his deer-ears were resting on top of his head, leaning back in a clearly annoyed and distrustful manner. After all, who would have a kind relationship with the one who owned their soul? No one in their right mind, for sure.

Perhaps, amicable at best but for such a prideful demon with that big title of Radio Demon, quite feared across the seven rings of Hell through rumours alone...

Nonetheless, Alastor had growled in a threatening (warning) manner as he studied (Y/N)'s movements, their closeness evidently unwelcomed. On the other hand, (Y/N) was unfaced as they were already used to his moodswings and little childish tantrums; kneeling before him and studying his bloody and vulnerable self on the ground, the animalistic growl that served as a warning was easily dismissed by them — however, they simply hummed in acknowledgement at his petty behavior.

Soon enough, (Y/N)'s hand was hovering over his bleeding torso, a faint glow coming from their palm and this caused the radio demon's eyes to widen, for a guttural growl to form in the back of his throat to express agony — an ever so sudden action from him as he leaned forward to take a bite of their shoulder, causing (Y/N) to yelp, curse under their breath and bite their lower lip until it bled from the pain that those sharp teeth of Alastor were causing.

(Y/N) kept ongoing with the treatment despite the pain they were currently experimenting, yet they shut their eyes tightly and took a deep breath before exhaling heavily. The reason (Y/N) had a large disposal of souls wasn't just because they kept their part of the deal, but because they were a good contractor and made sure (or try) to keep a majority of the souls they owned physically intact, in-shape and healthy. "I hope you haven't forgotten, you old-fashioned prick, that we are soulbound — I am the source of your powers, that's why you can't find a way out of our contract". The pain caused by his bite was overwhelming, (Y/N) was certain that his teeth had not only teared muscle tissue, but reached deeper to the bone. Their blood staining their clothing, an orange color soaking the fabric, their blood wasn't golden or yellow akin to angels nor red like humans or demons — an hybrid, an outcast. Part of them hoped Lilith bled the same color but she was perfect (they weren't) so she most likely bled a pretty golden.

Once all wounds had been healed (read: reversed to what it once was hence why it was a painful progress to undergo), Alastor quit bitting their shoulder and grabbed the torn cloth that (Y/N) offered to wipe his mouth, disgust clear on his face. His smile wasn't wide but it was eternally present albeit recluctantly. "Your blood is disgusting as ever, let me tell you", a jab at (Y/N)'s insecure self, but they didn't show it. He knew best. "And yes, thank you for the unnecessary reminder of regretful choices—".

"Alastor", a warning tone accompanied by a tearful glare, right hand gripping their bloody shoulder as they composed themselves as best as they could, holding back tears from the raw pain. (Y/N) couldn't heal themselves, so they'd bleed for now. A headache incoming, vision somewhat blurry yet they wouldn't die because of this (they never did). "I don't mind returning your soul as long as you don't mind losing everything that our deal gave you — your powers that were on pair to Adam's, powers that only failed you because you acted cocky. Your reputation, the souls you can hold hostage because I still allow you to—".

Static noise that played in the background had turned louder, unbearably so. The ringing in (Y/N)'s ears was overwhelming, causing the headache to worsen, it was as painful as a migraine now — fuck, shit, the corner of their vision had black edges. That fucker, his bite was worse than they anticipated. (Y/N) knees buckled, falling forward as they lost their balance thanks to the loss of blood and yet they never hit the ground, instead, Alastor acted quick and held them, carefully so despite the hatered he felt at being reminded of his inferior position in this deal with (Y/N) and the repulsive and unwanted physical contact. "You piece of... shit".

Losing consciousness from the bloodloss and the stress this situation was causing them, (Y/N) went limp and their full body weight was being supported by the radio demon's figure. "Mn, not quite, dear", Alastor replied in a mocking tone yet he couldn't have his benefactor and owner of his soul to die without losing a majority of what he worked for — sighing, a glance at his shadow, a wordless command and it disappeared before emerging again with the objects that Alastor had asked for. Once he had the alcohol, bandages, needle and thread at his disposal, Alastor removed his coat and placed (Y/N) atop, rolled his sleeves upwards and got to work, stitching up the most infuriating being for him.

Salutations! The Hazbin Hotel is being rebuilt, apologies for the delay.

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[shokupanda]

happy chunter monder everyone

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[inconveniently-discorporated]

I only just realized the connection in word play here.

(Excerpt from the book.)

I mean, I realized the word play, of course, but I just realized the ADDITIONAL layer of hilarity in THIS context:

(Excerpt from the script book.)

Beautiful. Chef's kiss. I thought "I think it means food" was hilarious enough in its own right without the punchline where CHOW™ doesn't mean food at all.

[keeps-ache]

skykids :D !!

[Eien belongs to my brother Leo, Pepeka belongs to @euclid-dragon !!]

[crxwes]

theyre making out with the horrors your honor

( @lydiaalin )

[nicoscheer]

A bit of shirt shopping with Ellis

I can’t properly deal with the way he went from I to [] like he got BROAD

[ammonitetestpatterns]

[ichthyorelationships]

an idea i invite anyone else to write about / run with lol....

the premise that The Change gets all messed up for alberto, say it's something that can happen from stress, &/or happens rarely and you just have to wait for it to resolve itself....used as some parallel to struggling through some emotional turbulence / upheaval / questioning / Realizing Things, etc etc

[pommunist]

i will never get back the hours spent watching my fav povs go back to the maze again and again and again trying to make sense of it

[just-slightly-chayotic]

@ ying_natchy on instagram 19/03/2023

[ilov3b00kss0much]

HI!!!!!

ITS MY BAT MITZVAH ON THURSDAY!!!!!! ILL BE READING MY PARSHA FROM THE TORAH AT SCHOOL AND ON SATURDAY IM DOING A PARTY AT A MOVIE THEATER!!!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!!

I’m gonna turn off tumblr for the time being, and i might not be back till next week. Wish me luck!!!!

p.s. I’m still here for today and maybe possibly tomorrow idk!