#especially thorns rn!

[todayisafridaynight]

matrophobia

[thomastair]

i don’t think anyone who hasn’t actually interacted with an alcoholic should have an opinion of matthew/his friends treatment of his alcoholism tbh

[hawkepockets]

i forgot the most important selling point of gw2 which is the music. to all my followers who will never ever touch an mmo. thats ok stay clean stay free. listen 2 the soundtrack on spotify <3

[poisonouspastels]

is it ok to request things for the last hours of my birthday like not much, just some asks about ocs/aus maybe

[your-ne1ghbor]

Kingdom of Roses and Thorns Animatic WIP (Disney Wish AU) (old)

Working on the ending because the beginning is legit the hardest part to visualize 😭

ignore the text, I had a hard time visualizing and still was rendering Star Boy rawr

me rn: im the monster rawr rawr rawr

This part is near the beginning...god I hate exterior shots

I take back what I said before. Grabbing the pencil and trying to actually visualize it like I had in my head before I started drawing is very difficult, especially capturing a certain moment.

Oh that pic? Yeah its in the animatic. He is just having a princess moment 🧍‍♂️

Fun fact: He prefers moths over butterflies. He just thinks they are more cuter :3

Yes Asha appears, just currently trying to visualize that 💀

And so does Amaya onucghapjj a;o

(my god this is the 4th time I changed up his design WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME??!??!?!?!? GAHHAGHAHAHHAGHGH)

@oh-shtars @uva124 @annymation @rascalentertainments @signed-sapphire

Dont worry, I wont disapoint ya'll. Star Boy's smile will be whipped out from existance after I'm through with him, and possibly asha heheh

(i take animatics so seriously trust)

[newtdrawz]

I'm rereading the outsiders rn and like (this accidentally turned into a rant where nothing I say makes sense my b 😭)

"I don't care about Darry. But I was still lying and I knew it. I lie to myself all the time. But I never believe me."

Why would he say this? Why would,,, PLEASE. IM SICK. ILL.

Darry and Pony's relationship is something so special to me,,, it's so,,, omg. Like a whole page dedicated to how he doesn't care if Darry doesn't like him/care about him but he literally says over and over that he does care,, I'm sick over these two 😭😭

Literally earlier in the book when Pony gets jumped and Darry's the first one at his side and he's shaking him and immediately apologizes,, I'm gonna VOMIT.

"Darry's always rough with me without meaning to be." "I'm okay. Quit shaking me, Darry, I'm okay" He stopped instantly. "I'm sorry."

That's why the part where he hits him is so,,, literally insane,, ik people joke abt it all the time and call him whiney especially cuz of Johnny's situation,, but literally like,, ok so,, 😭😭

Imagine you're a little guy (😭😭) like Pony's only 14 (and remember how awful being 14 was 😭 you hate everything and everyone and you feel weird/awful 24/7) and he explains how no one in his family ever raised a hand at him or hit him and he thinks Darry can't stand him, he thinks Darry wants to send him away and that he's only a thorn in his side. So Imagine how terrifying it is for your big brother (who's like huge might I add) slapping you and you're thinking "Oh my god,, he really does hate me. This was it. He really doesn't like me." Like yeah he's gonna be scared and he's gonna go to the one person he trusts the most and even Johnny was like "wth??? What??? Omg???"

And imagine Darry's guilt,, I'm not justifying him hitting Pony cuz there definitely was a better solution 😭 but like he's only 20, raising two teens, working all the time and they're all dealing with the loss of their parents. So many things have gone wrong to lead to this outcome and you can bet he regrets it everytime he thinks about it,,

Pony was valid for being scared is what I'm basically saying,, 😭😭 and their complicated relationship really just gets me all the time and I'm obsessed with them growing and getting better cuz that's all I want for them and I love them the end 🫶

[snacho-to-ur-nacho]

What are your current favorite books? I need more recs, please!

OMG im so glad u asked! rn im obsessed with this one book named Infinite Alchemist by Kacen Callender. It is so fucking good (or it might just be that I haven't ready a book in months) and Im obsessed!!!

so it takes place in this society where magic is possible, and the magic is known as Alchemy. this energy, is in everyone, and called source, so everyone can practice it. But you need a license or be a student at an alchemy school to practice it, so thats bad news for Ash who didn't get in, because he is broke.

Ash is an 18 year old trans boy who's now the groundskeepers apprentice for cleaning the school. But he practices alchemy in secret. He's the main protagonist and is ofc a cinnamon roll, tho a problematic one. especially Ramsay thorne.

Now Ramsay thorne, she is just the best fucking character in this book in my opinion. She's 19, and genderfluid, and switches between he/him and she/her, tho leans towards she/her pronouns. She was raised with rich parents and had a great life until she turned 16, when her parents massacred an entire city, and then she was ostracized and treated horribly, everyone thinking she's just like her parents. But she is an apprentice to someone and learns and givens lessons at the university which ash cleans at. and i could go on and on about her, and i definetly will in another post.

the third main character is someone but I feel like i shouldn't go into him or I'll spoil the book, bc he's sorta mentioned in the start and it gets deeper in the end. Tho, he's still a great character.

Anyway so the plot is very well thouhht out, and so is the settings, descriptions, and characters. Its like harry potter but make ron, harry, and hermione have a threesome, and add diversity and incusion. ok that was a really bad description but yea, just everything about this book is so good, and i love it, please read it!

only bad thing is the pacing towards the end and the fact the fandom is just getting started but yea! great! pls read! also the cover art is gorgeous:

[crossedsabers10s]

what’s the latest wip in saberland??

uhhhhhh a bunch of bouncing back and forth between things rn. There's one fic i've been poking at that is ACoTaR and is more world building than anything, but the vague timeline is making me want to rip out my computer keys so rn it's mostly just vibes. Haven't quite decided on a title for that one but it's under fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard) for now. I'm tryingggg to get some more rumor has it stuff done, mostly pre-canon background, but it's in pieces that are slowly being put together. And I really need to rewatch S3 of TVD bc im tired of opening my wip doc for Apathy and just... being like I have IDEAS but no idea how to get em down. or connect them to the stuff I do have written. Then there's the. Half dozen mini fics I have half-written and cluttering up my drive. Plus like. I really want to get some Missed Me stuff done but everytime I sit down to do it the words flee from me.

Excerpts, if anyone wants 'em:

A Court of Thorns and Roses:

fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard)

“Argos,” Eris says seriously, dragging a finger across the pages of the thick tome he has open. He’s sitting at a desk, feet dangling from the tall backed chair. 

They are ensconced in a reading nook in the library, that place of oaken bookshelves that tower like the trees they’d once been, filled with tomes older than they. It is no Day Court’s Great Library, to be sure, but Autumn is old, and its lord is no slouch at gathering knowledge. 

“Pumpkin,” Erin suggests. She’s sitting on the plush carpet of the library floor, right at the edge where carpet meets the flagstone in front of the fireplace. Nestled amongst the ashes of the fireplace, nearly blending in, is a small gray pup curled into a crescent shape on its back, paws in the air and snoring with little puppy breaths. 

Eris doesn’t spare her so much a look. “Demios.”

“Applesauce.”

“Cú.”

Erin pauses from where she’d been flicking stray ashes. The pup’s paw twitches. “You’re going to get in trouble with Priestess Mara if you use that one.” 

Legendary names from the Continent are one thing. Legends closer to home another entirely. 

Eris waves a hand in a passable imitation of their father’s gesture of dismissal. It has a range of meanings from more ale all the way to to the dungeons with you. “Priestess Mara should be reminded that the temple doesn’t rule, Vanserras do. The old stories are not banned.”

“Yet,” Erin supplies knowingly, having overheard gossip suggesting that the lord of Rocky Shore is throwing his vote behind the latest attempt to ban every mention of the gods and heroes that don’t quite align with worshiping the Mother. Or, rather, the ones that don’t worship her in her aspect of the Mother. 

It’s not a popular stance, not in Autumn, but it has been gaining momentum in the past half century. Especially as tensions between the humans and fae rise. 

“Yet isn’t now.” But Eris obviously reconsiders using a name that may indicate taking one side over the other. Heir to Autumn that he is, even too young to sit on Council, either side would love to have his ear. 

Erin, who loves the old stories and has spent at least a few years worth of time in this very library reading them, frowns before running a finger through the ashes on the flagstone. “Cider.”

Eris’ sigh sounds exactly like their mother’s. The way he carefully closes the tome is similar as well. “Is this you trying to tell me you’re ready for lunch?”

She sprawls to the side, eyes still on the snoozing pup. “Syrup.” 

Finally deigning to weigh in, the pup snorts itself awake, blinking blearily at its surroundings. When it spots the faerie sitting on the rug, it scrambles to its oversized paws and launches itself into her lap. Skirts covered in ashy paw prints and the sounds of delighted giggling mixed with equally delighted yipping fill the otherwise quiet space. Erin begins to enthusiastically pet the little pup. Eris abandons his book to join them on the floor, doing his best to restore some order to the situation, even as he starts giggling just like his twin. 

“I think Syrup and I will be good friends,” Erin decides, face smudged with ash. 

Done with its self-imposed job of licking the two fae youth’s faces, the pup shakes, form briefly flickering around the edges, pearly gray fur blurring and shifting into wisps before settling back into solid shape.  

“That is a smoke hound, fearsome companions and ruthless hunters, they are not friends—!“ Eris tries to rub a smear of ash off his face with a sleeve, but only succeeds in further dirtying both. “We are not calling him Syrup!”

“Syrup!” Erin croons. “Sweet boy, you’ll be the fiercest hound in the kennel!”

fierce spear-bearer (loyal hearth-guard)

Her brother, light where she is dark, dark where she is light, they are less mirror images and more complimentary ones. She has their father’s coloring, he their mother’s. As a child, she’d desperately wanted her mother’s auburn instead of the brown she’d inherited. She’d grown out of that eventually, though there are still days she’d wish the reflection in her mirror was less stern-faced familiar. 

She’s her father’s eyes, she’s been told time and time again. She hates it more with every telling. 

“Was it impressive as they say?”

“Tamlin ripped her to shreds,” Eris says, satisfaction in the curl of his lips. 

“Good,” Erin says, just as much savagery underneath her own polite mask. Unlike their appearance, they match there, always. She sends her twin a sideways look. “But no. The girl. Spring’s human champion. She faced a Midgard Wyrm. So I heard.” She’d heard more than that, but that is one event that stands out. Less so, perhaps, than their littlest brother nearly dying twice over, and less so than Amarantha’s death, but it had been no small feat. 

Wyrms had been native to Hybern, but had been brought over from the smaller island more than once. There’s a few that pop up throughout Prythian’s history, some more famed than others; Coward’s Bane comes to mind, a legendarily giant Wyrm that had carved tunnels three body lengths wide into a rocky area of the Middle. They called it Coward’s Bane because if you’d walked over top of its rocky home, you lived. If you broke and ran, it sensed you and burst from the ground to swallow you whole. 

Amarantha, forever coming up with ways to make people’s lives worse, had bred them, set them loose into unprepared, unprotected Courts. 

The juveniles were less dangerous than the adults, but worse in different ways. Small as the young offspring could be—no bigger than any mundane earthworm—they were difficult to track. Easier to kill, but hard to find. Easier, but not easy. They’d lost a patrol or two to a nest. Once. Or twice. Maybe twice, because one had disappeared in the same area a month prior, but there had been no remains of the first when they’d excavated the nest. 

“She was covered in mud and shit. Broken, bleeding, and full of human-weakness.” His sneer drops. Very quietly, lips scarcely moving, “Yes.”

She nods, then drops the subject. 

But Eris keeps at it. “Prythian’s Savior is held in high esteem across the lands, higher still in two Courts. How interesting she’s remained cloistered in Spring. Not a Court would dare turn her away.” He snorts softly. “Or not. Tamlin no doubt wishes his new-Made lover protected instead of leveraging that debt.”

“Two?” Spring is obvious….

“Night.”

Erin takes a sip of her drink. The wine is a good one, unearthed from some lord or another’s stores. A deep red, it is too thin to be blood. For all that it suddenly tastes of it. Copper overpowers its previous floral notes. “Night? I have heard….” 

She lets the sentence trail off, letting her lips twist just slightly to display the displeasure at what she’d weaseled out of those who’d returned from Under the Mountain.

“He dressed her in war-paint.” Eris lifts his glass to his lips, but doesn’t drink. “Night after night, the kinds of scraps you’d expect from noble patronized whore houses and Illyrian war-paint.”

She does not ask him if he is sure. They once had cause to research Night’s admittedly shrouded culture and customs—even the scant-written, bloody history of Illyria. Eris had never gotten his star-hewn bride, but those days are not so distant that the hastily inked figures depicted have been forgotten. The drawings had been rushed, for certain. Detail and accuracy abandoned for speed and feeling, as though the artist was recreating a scene from terror-tinged memory. But the black ink stretched into wide, strong wings—the sprawling swirls and runes across bare skin, the sketched sword point as sharp and hungry on page as it must have been in truth…. 

It had evoked the same beauty a forest fire does. Destructive. Terrible. Awe-inspiring. Erin has never seen an Illyrian war band on wing—during the last war with Hybern, she’d remained in Autumn’s borders instead of following her High Lord into battle as Eris did, as a last line of defense—but they are compared to storms more than once, in the older manuscripts. Sudden and fierce, striking quick and devastating before disappearing just as swiftly as they came. 

Summer storm, silent death,

the battle-born, the blood-drinkers. 

Carrion crows follow wing-ed kin. 

He gave her the only armor he could, she does not suggest. Instead, she snorts softly. “Heh. Whore paint.”

Eris is too court trained to groan. Just as she is too court trained to grin. “The lowest form of humor.”

“Just high enough for you to grasp, then, brother.”

TVD:

rumor has it 'verse

“—starts going left, which was the exact opposite way the man had needed to turn. He always did have a knack for doing exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. Bloody good at poker, though, honestly, I think he’d the devil’s own luck. Better than mine, for sure. Better than your’s too, eh? Maggie says I’d been cursed at birth, or that I must’ve played dominos in a mirror shop as a child—worst luck she’s ever seen, she says. Which is why she picks the lottery numbers and I get stuck driving down snow covered roads at three in the bloody morning searching for daft fuckers who can’t tell left from—”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Enzo shuts up. 

The voice had been raspy. Words slurred, as though the mouth that formed them was unused to it. There had been a pause between shut and up, as if the sentence was nearly too long to complete. 

Silence takes the cell for a single moment, before—

“No,” he says, unable to iron out all the amusement. First time his cellmate’s made a noise other than groans or snarls and it’s to tell him to shut up? Maggie’d laugh her ass off. Hell, she still might, when he sees her again and tells her. 

After he gets out of here. 

It’s been nearly a week already and he hasn’t seen so much a ray of sunlight for just as long. 

If he’s taken to trying to distract himself from the walls closing in, then, well. Until now, no one had made a complaint. 

Apathy is Wound to the Soul

Yes, Finn is covered in mud and pine straw and a more general kind of forest floor litter. 

No, they will not be taking questions. 

Especially not about them having lost a fight with a tree. 

“Have you two been burying each other again?” Rebekah asks, somehow flippant and genuinely curious all out once, overlaid with some annoyed patina of exasperation. 

Finn will be taking one question. Finn will be asking questions. “No?”

Why is this a conclusion she’s come to. Why is Kol smirking? Did she say again?

til morning comes

Handsome, one part notices, even as instinct whispers: a problem. 

His eyes are too sharp, even if he’s trying to appear casual, taking in them and the room in a way that she recognizes. How far from the door? From the window? Who in this room is an enemy? Who isn’t? Who will be able to be pushed one way or another with the right words?

Katherine says nothing to give away what she sees. Just arranges her face into surprise, muddling it with caution. If he’s a stranger, then it’s justified. Even if not, Stefan is tense beside her.  And she’d just been caught kissing Elena’s ex. Shock and dismay are appropriate reactions. She doesn’t know this man. But Elena might’ve. In this moment, she needs context clues, some kind of lead to follow. 

“Oh, good,” the man says, smiling closed-mouthed. British accent. “This is the right room.”

“Enzo?” Stefan says, sounding stunned. 

Enzo? Damon’s ex-cell mate Enzo? Finally able to put a face to the name in Elena’s diary, Katherine keeps the surprised expression on her face as she studies the ex-science project. 

“Do you know another?” Enzo asks him, seemingly interested. 

There’s a noise from down and hall. Nearly too quickly for Katherine to track in Elena’s pathetic baby-vampire body, Enzo’s head snaps to the side. Without looking back at them, he raises a finger and says, “Hold that thought,” before blurring out of the doorway. 

The door gapes open, frame now empty. 

She meets Stefan’s eyes for half a second, catalogs worry and shock and an unwelcome tinge of shame. 

Annoyance floods through her, even as she is sure to project nothing but a mirror of his emotions, just with a touch of defiance because it’s not her fault that Enzo has the worst timing known to man. 

And what an interruption. Stefan’s not going to kiss her anytime soon now, not with him here. Not when it’s likely Damon isn’t far behind. 

Ugh, and here she thought she’d managed to get rid of him. Guess the clinginess overcame the rejection. 

[marrogerson]

hello! huge fan of ur books especially sorcery of thorns <3 im reading mysteries of thorn manor rn and i’m kinda confused why it says silas only took a day out of elisabeth’s life as payment? because it was mention in SOT that he took 10 years from her.

ur one of my most fav authors and i hope u see this 🩷

Thank you for your kind words! Putting my answer under a cut for spoilers just in case:

The ten years that Silas took from Elisabeth last time (and the twenty from Nathaniel) were returned when Silas sacrificed himself at the end of Sorcery. For this most recent resummoning, he either managed to restrain himself and only requested a small token amount to secure their bargain (what Elisabeth believes), or he was simply too weakened at that time to make his natural demands (what Silas would imply, if you ever got him to talk about it).

There are rules surrounding the ownership of life after a demonic bargain, like for example a sorcerer can't just regain their bargained away years of life by figuring out a way to get rid of their demon, because that would break the bargain's conditions. The years were returned to Elisabeth/Nathaniel because Silas's sacrifice was voluntary. But, none of that made its way onto the page.

[beneathashadytree]

maya you got me in shambles 😭 when i read the part about rafayel forgetting the reader’s eye color, i instantly remembered tessa forgetting the precise blue of will’s eyes and i had to shut that shit down quick before i started crying. but now you’ve gone ahead and confirmed you did mean to reference clockwork princess and i actually fell to my knees 😭 oh you never fail to pull at my heartstrings with your writing

SOBBING RN BECAUSE THAT ONE IN PARTICULAR BROKE MY HEART TO WRITE AND YOUR REACTION MAKES EVERYTHING WORTH IT😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ Tessa, Will, and Jem will forever be the loves of my life. Their relationships with each other are the absolute loveliest thing ever, and I will never shut up about them. 18 year old Maya had NO idea what they were getting into when they read The Infernal Devices💔 That epilogue though??? DESTROYED ME. Because what do you MEAN she forgot the precise blue of his eyes and the depth of his laugh??? WILL HERONDALE YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS☹️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I’m actually currently reading Chain of Thorns, and once I’m done with this trilogy, I’ll be moving onto The Mortal Instruments, then The Dark Artifices, and all the rest—something I’m especially excited for, because any mention of Jem currently living a happy life drives me insane (in the best way possible) and I miss him🥹

[gaiuskamilah]

How does it feel to be the most correct person on this app like ever

(also pls tell us more about thornecest your brain is a masterpiece)

ahskjdkdjd you flatter me anon.... but we try..

on thornecest. i think the background of this is to remember that crimes 2 is fundamentally about a dysfunctional family and the power struggles within that. the family and the concept of it is an institution - it's one of the foundations of society where people are first socialized into. the institution of the family is used to preserve the ideals of the status quo. it's why you see so much emphasis on royal families and why inbreeding was so (continues to be?) rampant in those circles.

the family is an inherently oppressive institution especially under a patriarchal society (even though crimes tends to forget about this especially if you play with f!trystan lol). trystan, being the first legitimate child, has expectations placed on them and is constantly punished and berated for not conforming to it. vasili and sebastyan, being illegitimate, are tossed to the side because they did not fit in with the typical rules of the family, and grow bitter for it. the thornes in general are a dysfunctional family taken to the extreme - many of them are unrepentant, conniving people. they poison each other and consider it fun, literal child's play. they do not act the same way a typical "family" would.

except.. this is how a family would act. the structure of the family allows for this kind of behavior to fester. the family is not some pure concept where dysfunctionality is the deviant version of it. the ideal family is just that - it's an ideal. the expectations and power imbalances caused by the ideal of the family is what paves the way for dysfunctionality. they're the drakovian royal family but not even their parents live up to the ideal. maksim and viktoria, pushed into a loveless marriage to keep up the institution of the royal family, entertained lovers and had illegitimate children who suffered because they were illegitimate.

on the topic of incest- kaspar/emika is the most obvious example of this but others have also caught onto vasili/bas lol. i'm still thinking what exact framework to view kaspar/emika with but my thoughts rn is that, in line with the traditions of the gothic genre, the incestuous subtext between them is meant to be viewed as a perversion of the ideal of reproductive heterosexuality. the incestuous subtext with them is in part to keep power within the family. they're isolated from the rest of the family, even to organizations they were once a part of. one interesting thing i noticed is that emika's dossier specifically says they have a strained relationship with astrid - a sibling known for her romantic relationships outside of the family.

not final thoughts but the underpinning is that the "dysfunctional" thorne family is in fact normal because the institution of the family allows for that dysfunction to happen. child abuse, exclusion, the antipathy the thornes have for people, the dangerous games they played as children, adultery, and even incest - all are made possible and normalized because of the institution of the family. poison, abuse, adultery and incest are the norm, while showing compassion to your sibling (as what trystan did with vasili if you let them decide what to do) is not.

[nepenthesdeluxe]

i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand.  but you have yet to grasp the gentleness, the love within my violence, softest warmth begetting blood on fur that i wear like a medal, on my neck my crown of thorns, my wedding band, it’s you for whom i bite.  and you have yet to grasp the fear, the care with which i keep you safe, under my watch no jaws will ever find their way to you, nor any tooth, no tear will ever be torn from you, for it’s you for whom i bite. and you have yet to grasp my devotion, no others beside you could I keep, no kin, no consanguines except in what is bled and in my mouth i’ve whet my wolfish little knives for you, it’s you for whom i bite.  i understand the violence it took to become that gentle. i understand. and so i bite.

kept seeing the image up top everywhere and decided to write something as a sort of excercise. i don't feel like i did it justice, might rework the third stanza especially but frankly i don't know how to improve it rn so i'm letting it go be free for now. The "the violence it took to become that gentle" thing is a popular quote whose source i can't remember, original post for the image is this reddit post afaik.

[derelictheretic]

Can I pleeeease see some Joseph staring at Dean like a creep. again 💕

Yes right away, one self indulgent Jo being himself and Dean being done with his shit wip coming right up 🫡 (This is is set at St. Francis, during one of Dean's many long stays with Jacob, he's too tired and hungry to care about Jo rn)

Joseph's eyes locked with Dean's as he sat down and he felt any of the words he'd been mulling over in his head trickle away like water down a stream. It was dark but Joseph could make out various cuts and bruises on the deputy's face and arms, his eyes tracing over the cut on the bridge of his nose and blood dried on his temple. He shakes his head gently and sighs, Dean frowns. Neither of them say a word.

In the dark Dean's brown eyes were like dark pools of molten syrup, an endless void staring back at him with only flickers of those dangerous embers rearing their heads. There was also a distinct fear shimmering within their depths, usually hidden so well by that raging inferno ignited by the sunlight shining in them. Joseph couldn't quite determime where that fear originated or what it was for but it was unmistakable, especially as Dean pressed his back against the bars of the cage and stared him down similar to how a caged tiger would stare down its captors.

He wasn't scared of Joseph, he'd made that clear since they first met; no Dean Sinclaire wasn't scared of men or wolves—his fear went deeper. And if Joseph could only follow down that winding path obscured by vines and thorns perhaps this whole process could move forward quicker. Dean wouldn't be in a cage, he'd be where Joseph had wanted him all along.

But the honey covered chocolate eyes gave up no key to see more than those glimpses, the crease in his brow and downturn of his lips gave no indication of anything other than that grinding furnace that never seemed to quell.

"Are you gonna stare at me all night or do you have another tragic story to regale to me?" Dean cuts through the burning silence as he pulls his knees closer to his chest, further closing himself off from him.

Joseph blinked. Then he smiled.

[hiemaldesirae]

Tis Thorn:

After The 2nd extermination and battle with Heaven, the Hotel gets another sinner. Everyone is extremely happy with this (well Alastor couldn't careless, except for how entertaining this sinner could be--and how he could use them to bug his Muse).

However...once VOX catches sight of this sinner...it's over. This sinner is his killer after all, and while Vox did leave a mortal blow on him as well (multiple blows, to be exact--Vox had poisoned his knives, during their fight. But the sinner had still popped Vox's head like a grape, so while Vox's death was quick the new hazbin's was an agonizing's six month long ordeal.)

So the Vees start ignoring the hotel and everyone in it. Angel Dust doesn't get called in--which at first he likes and is happy about. Until he starts running out of money. Which has never happened before with Val--the cash has always flowed, but so has the texts and calls...now, theres nothing.

Vox isn't following Alastor around at all, or paying him any attention either. He's hurt and pissed off. How dare Alastor help redeem his killer? Fuck the radio demon. Fuck the hazbin hotel. But especially Fuck Alastor and everything they ever had together.

OH. oh.... thorn your brain... humongus. ginormous. i endorse this idea 100% im crying screaming throwing up puking at this.genuinely tweaking rn what the hell

thinking... in the case that vox and husk had a familial relationship before he got contracted to alastor, he probably feels even MORE betrayed because now his pseudo father figure is also supporting his killer. fuck can you imagine. the horror that morphs into rage and anger when he realizes just who the new sinner at the hotel is

alastor probably doesnt understand why vox has been avoiding him at first, so he probably tries to send his shadow to go see why at first but when that gets turned away, he turns to angel, who for all intents and purposes is both elated to be left alone by valentino but also completely banned from the whole of the entertainment district for some reason. when they show up to ask why, charlie in tow, theyre informed by voxs quivering assistants that everyone associated with the hazbin hotel has been banned from the premises, before valentino and velvette come bursting through the doors and chases them out. alastor *almost* gets into a fight with them, but velvette manages to snatch him by the lapels and scream at him and call him a heartless bastard- at least, if youre fed up with voxs attention just tell him to fuck off like a normal person, you dont need to fraternize with the man who butchered and murdered him

and suddenly it all clicks with the fact that the new sinner at the hotel's stories, why he said he wouldn't be going with them to the entertainment district-- but then alastor, with his (sometimes annoyingly so) keen nose smells the scent of said sinner in the vees building and knows nearly instinctively that the bastard is headed for *his* vox's office, and without even a second thought he gives chase

[fandomandangstlover]

mwhehe get cursed lol!!! they r so very fun to doodle. luv makin the curse marks

this is based off of an idea that's basically. hey wouldn't it be funny if there's more cursed items other then The Axe? wouldn't it be fucked up?

anyways ah'm gonna rumble about said items under "read more" because brain won't Shut about it & it's just vibrating in my brain.

spoiler warning ig

Box — Totem of Chances

- curse of binding but Worse. you cannot get rid of it. it stays with u even after it's used & that basically means infinite lives. that isn't a good thing though.

- since box's stuck with it, he's basically just. Enchanted x100. annoying buzzing that turns into painful vibration after its use. holding enchanted items makes it much worse.. like, "it's talking to me & causing me pain" kind of worse.

- he is. in pain. constantly. could barely think, especially after dying. u saw how he was with 2 canon lives. imagine 5, or 6!.. he isn't having a good time.

- starts losing himself the more it's used. starts letting his instincts take over because he physically Cannot think normally anymore. so. instincts it is!

- did try to get the totem away from himself. it didn't end well.

- loopy as hell. a lil insane. he's not okay.

Nether — Crown of Knowledge

- mad scientist? mad scientist!!

- in exchange for knowledge needed, nether loses either 2 years of his lifespan or bits of his sanity. he can't choose which one he loses. F

- could be removed for the first few days of its use. after using it a good amount of times, let's say.. 3 times, it became stuck on his head. it's sorta digging into his head. ow.

- gets the worst headache possible. enchanted but it's only his head. his brain feels like it's being suffocated. there is NOT enough blood going to his head.

- crown talks to nether. its sole purpose is to keep itself & its user alive. very annoying. it's curse of binding if given a voice. (crown does have curse of blinding too because. y'know. curses.)

Butterz — Shield of Judgement

- shield has Thorns, Fire Aspect, Unbreakable & Curse of Binding. all of which are the highest level possible.

- shield influences butterz to want to use it all the time. & it is pretty effective, so.. why wouldn't he use it?

- gets enchanted x10 as well. he got the highest protection level possible. he is stuck with humming in his head & he is not enjoying it.

- slowly turns his view of the world into black vs white. grey started to sound unbelievable to butterz.

- turned very judgemental. he is side-eyein' EVERYONE. he is judging everyone n' everything & will only be giving people what he thinks they deserve.

Lava — Axe of Sorrows [the only canon one]

- bro this man is TERRIFIED of the other cursed item users, minus Nether. Box basically became Immortal & Butterz got plot armour. even Nether lost his mind but had the knowledge to still cause harm. what did Lava turn into? nothing. he's still normal. to an extent. & very much mortal.

- axe feeds on sorrow. & lava is making everyone around him suffer. So. also because souls gets stuck in the axe if they're killed by it. & the souls suffer a lot. so free meal baby wooo—

okay that's all i got rn. hav fun with this!! ig!!

[poisonouspastels]

ok have an ask that isnt a spam link: tell me uhhhhh 5 facts. about a current project your working on. can be anything just infodump a lil bit mayhaps

Oh god okay I have a lot of things I'm working on ATM <- bearer of the multitasking curse. so I'll try to narrow it down uhh -Currently wanting to delve more into a project called Canvas, which aims to be a M&L inspired RPG game featuring Rose and Thorns, which if you've been on this acc for a while you probably have seen them before. If not don't worry about it lol (MC AU is taking up a majority of my brain space rn though so this will mostly be me talking about that. Cause that counts.) -I don't really get to talk about the other players in the MC AU much but they all kind of have their own "thing" so to speak. Like I know at the very least I've mentioned Efe is a blacksmith and Sunny is the redstone guy, but you also have Kai who makes carvings out of the cherry blossom trees they live around, Noor and Ari who currently find themselves in the desert digging up and restoring old relics (mostly pottery), Makena who does glasswork (living near the beach there's abundance of Sand) and Zuri who weaves different things out of bamboo. -Diamond is a resource that isn't actually commonly used as its typically too heavy to be properly utilized in armor outside of trims, which are just for show anyway. It most often gets used in swords and pickaxes, there's rarely ever exceptions, especially since it takes a LOT of diamond even just to make one tool. As of the battle of Ender, there's only two diamond tools that exist. (Efe owns a sword (self made of course) and Steve a pickaxe) -Herobrine has been bitten by cave spiders so many times that he's developed an immunity to their poison. He can chug a bottle of it as a cool party trick (cool as in gives anyone a heart attack who doesn't know) His legs are also covered in scarring that never properly healed because of this. His years spent in the caves sure were something. -The way healing potions work in the MC AU varies based on injuries. External injuries like cuts are applied directly and heal at a fast rate (think like how the holy grail works in Indiana Jones) and leave behind no scarring if the wound is small enough. But any internal injuries such as broken bones or wounds that go far deeper than surface level require consumption of potions over time and speeds up the healing process instead of practically fixing the injury outright. Still extremely useful though. Incidentally, this method is also used to grow back teeth, but neither ways can grow back things like missing limbs.