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moociaoafterdark · 3 months ago

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Primarchs and the birds I think they would be able transform into (and why)

1) Lion - Golden Eagle. Just like lions are called "Kings of Jungle", golden eagles are sometimes called "Kings of Birds". Aside from the naming, I think Lion would love such a magnificent, pompous bird.

2) Fulgrim - Albino/White Peacock. Do I even need to say anything here? Lord Shen looking bastard. Flaunts his gorgeous tail feathers to everyone. Will start screaming at you very loudly if you don't pay him enough attention. That is especially the case if you are one of his brothers. Especially if you are Ferrus. Sorry Ferrus. Surprisingly, though, Fulgrim doesn't turn into a bird very often. Some speculate he regrets choosing the peacock as his transformation. Others believe he loves his human form way more.

3) Perturabo - Red Tailed Hawk. Just like the Heresy is named after Horus, despite Perturabo being the sole reason it got this bad for the Imperium in the first place, red tailed hawk's screech is attributed to a completely different bird. Perturabo will feel a spiritual connection with this bird species, which is why he is able to transform into it in the first place. He does wish the bird was bigger.

4) Jaghatai Khan - Peregrine. Peregrine falcons are the world's fastest birds, and one of the fastest animals on Earth. There's literally no better bird for Jaghatai than this falcon. Probably yells "falcon punch" when he dives in (The Emperor told him to do that to "intimidate his enemies")

5) Leman Russ - Pigeons. Now, fun fact - crows/ravens have a symbiotic relationship with wolves, as they often hunt together and share the spoils. As you probably guessed by now, the ravens/crows are kinda already taken by another primarch (in canon even), so I had to improvise. Enter pigeons. Just like wolves, pigeons got domesticated by humanity and have been our companions for many centuries. Pigeons, just like crows and ravens, are social birds, meaning they live in one big flock and help take care of each other. This is as close as one gets to a wolf pack dynamic in the bird world, so there we have it! Leman does use his transformation mostly for pranks or "party tricks". Never in battle. If you propose him to do that for a surprise attack, you can spot a little bit of a blush, before he angrily tells you off.

6) Rogal Dorn - Arctic Tern. I think Rogal would find the fact that those birds have the longest migration distance (48,700 km to 70,900 km) REALLY fascinating. He surprisingly takes this form very often and for a reason. Up above in the sky he gets a good look at both his own defences as well as those of the Imperium's enemies. Though he doesn't like admitting it, he simply just really likes flying and letting the wind carry him.

6) Konrad Curze - Bearded Vulture. Those fuckers EAT BONES and look like fucking dinosaurs. Konrad would LOVE to terrorize people as this bird. He'll take off the skin and meaty bits in his human form, then transform into a bird to finish the job. By the time he is done - NOTHING will be left of you... GOD I love bearded vultures. FUCKING LOOK AT THEM!!!

7) Sanguinius - Swan. Graceful. Beautiful. A symbol of love. Will break human bones with a flap of the wings (or at the very least make you bleed). Nuff said, even if the choice is a little basic. If you can't find him anywhere, chances are, he is chilling in the garden, swimming in the pond. Make sure to bring bread with you, the good one. You know, the one that's all fresh and soft. If you're still unsure, just call Warmaster Horus, he knows what bread his brother likes.

(Yes, this how swans are rescued. In Sanguinius' case, this is how he is restrained when he is being a tiny bit of a nuisance)

8) Ferrus Manus - Hummingbird. Similar to Rogal and the Arctic Tern, Ferrus would find hummingbirds fascinating by how strong and fast their wings are (and how they're the only birds able to fly backwards). Despite the birds being smaller than some insects, they have caught the attention of one of the biggest primarchs... Which is why it's hilarious when Ferrus, this gruff giant of a man, able to move mountains and wrestle wyrms, transforms into a tiiiiiny bird mid-fight. Well, it's hilarious until you are his opponent and realize you just completely lost sight of Ferrus, until he transforms back into his human form but, by then, it's too late. On the more lighter note, Ferrus loves resting while, in his bird form, nestled somewhere in Fulgrim's hair. Warm, soft AND he can be sure he wouldn't be bothered.

9) Angron - Roosters. Hoo boy. So, roosters kinda have a reputation for being aggressive, easily provoked AND also having a history of being used in bloodsports. However, roosters are very valuable if you intend to keep chickens, as they take care of the hens, protect them and, if raised properly, can actually be great pets. So, over all, we have a loving, protective and loyal bird, who is unfortunately often mistreated and misunderstood, as well as used in bloodsports even to this day, which often leaves the birds aggressive and traumatized... Sounds familiar?

God, I hate thinking about Angron, because the more I think about him, the more I want to cry. I'm actually kinda teary eyed as I'm typing this, haha.

Anyway, to lighten the mood, Angron, with nails or without them, is a local alarm clock. It doesn't matter where you are, you WILL hear his crowing and you WILL get your ass up.

10) Roboute Guilliman - Harpy Eagle. The only bird I don't have explanation for other than it looks cool. And I'm not even a huge Rowboat Girlyman fan. Would love to hear your opinion on why this does or doesn't work. And if it doesn't, I'm eager to hear your alternatives.

11) Mortarion - The Marabou Stork. If you know anything about those birds - you know they were handcrafted by Satan himself. Or, Nurgle, I guess. Morty would love them.

(Above is an attached photo of a very private meeting of the Death Guard Legion. Lord Mortarion is on the white pedestal.)

12) Magnus The Red - The Scarlet Macaw. I swear, Magnus' daemon form is supposed to resemble the scarlet macaw. The resemblance is uncanny. Perhaps he was always meant to be the Emperor's "parrot on the shoulder", instead of, what, powering the Golden Throne instead of the Emperor? Yes, he sits on his dad's shoulder and makes snarky remarks to everyone. Malcador once threw a shoe at him for that.

13) Horus Lupercal - Bald Eagle. Actually NOT bald, just like Horus isn't actually naturally bald, because he SHAVES. The fandom lied to me, this whole time I thought Horus was jealous of his father's and some of his brothers' hair, when in reality he CHOSE to be bald!

... Anyway, high key Horus (before the heresy) is the Imperium's poster boy, so it's only logical to give him the bird that is essentialy a US mascot. He loves perching very high and enjoying the winds stroke his feathers. Also, if you kiss him on his forehead, while he is in the eagle form, he will get all giddy and happy. Horus also takes his bird form to play with Sanguinius, trying to race with him in the skies. Goofs.

14) Lorgar Aurelian - The Mourning Dove. In Christianity, the mourning dove is used to represent the Holy Spirit. It's generally a bird that is associated with spirituality, being a symbol of peace, love and faith. It would be a crime for me not to assign this bird to Lorgar. In the early hours of the morning, Lorgar would take this form to coo prayers in the language no one will ever understand, making it somewhat safe for him.

15) Vulkan - Crested Auklet. These birds are mostly found nesting on volcanic islands, such as Kuril Islands and Sakhalin island. They also live in huge colonies and can form strong bonds with each other. I think this bird would remind Vulkan less of himself and more of Nocturne... Which is exactly why he would choose this bird for transformation. He is very cuddly in the bird form and smells like tangerines too. Just... Don't hold him for too long. Vulkan, even as a bird, is still a living furnace.

16) Corvus Corax - Common Raven.

... Do I need to say anything?

17) Alpharius and Omegon - Emus. What better birds for the local "Just according to plan" guys than the ones that literally won a war against humans. Seriously, what the fuck, Australia?

And as a little bonus:

The Emperor of Mankind - Cassowary. You thought it would be another eagle? Or, perhaps, the emperor penguin with the "penguins of Madagascar" joke thrown somewhere in there? Nah. He gets the bird that is literally THE tired single father of the birds. On the other hand, though, the Emperor gets to harass people in the cassowary form. Imagine having the honor of being invited to the Imperial Palace itself and as you explore you get approached by a huge, dangerous looking cassowary. You manage to befriend it, even fed it some food you had on you, before you hear panicked Custodes running in your direction, screaming for the Emperor to stop harassing the guests. The cassowary then proceeds to book it, screaming back in the very human voice that he can do whatever he wants. And now you have an idea of what a normal Monday in the Imperial Palace looks like to the Custodes.

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doki-doki-imagines · 11 months ago

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Okay so I'm NOT the anon who requested the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better.

But I'm about to be the non-anon that requests a follow-up of the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to seeing y/n EATING pineapple right in front of them afterwards to make their(y/n's) cum taste better.

Or even just for your name to say "I had pineapple" and guage reaction.

Fun ask, last time. Fun answer, too! Thank you for writing it. No pressure on this ask, love your work!

author note: sequel of this. I don't think I should laugh so much doing these kind of hcs LMAO. Also thanks for your kind words!!

tw: vulgar language, some suggestive but nothing nsfw is described.

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Johnny Cage: -He would do the nose flick and smile from one ear to the other. -Johnny is so showing off, he just misses the peacock's tail being wide open and he would be perfect. -"You'd really do anything to be eaten out by me, mh?" He says trying to block the new smile by biting his lower lip "Amazing technique, right?" -Best advice: fuck the arrogance out of him. It won't work but at least it will be a fun time.

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…he can't see you. -Kenshi understands you are drinking something, but he really can't tell what's inside. -"I have been drinking pineapple juice lately." You say trying to sound as smooth as possible. "That's good, it has excellent anti-inflammatory properties." He replies kissing your forehead. -Kenshi knows from the moment the fruit name rolled out from your lips where things were going. -Did you try to tease him? Send him a message? Too bad, ask nicely or even better, beg. He won't give up for anything less.

Kung Lao: -He looks at you with such as big smirk… -"So, are you getting ready for later?" Lao whispers in your ear, hands sliding toward your backside. "Yeah, I have to meet with Raiden." -1HKO. -Seems only right to tease him back.

Raiden: -He stutters a bit when he sees you gulping down a cup of the juice. -"You don't have to exaggerate. I appreciate the feeling, but don't hurt yourself." He says before softly knocking your foreheads together. -This guy can be so overwhelmingly sweet.

Liu Kang: -He looks at you, sitting on the kitchen chair while you gulp a big glass of pineapple juice down, your back towards the stove. -"I know what you are doing. You are so silly" He chuckles "Bend." "What?" You reply unimpressed putting the now empty glass on the counter. -"Bend." Liu Kang says again, but his voice is full of mirth. "Or what?" You challenge him. -It all happens in a second. You bat your eyes and you feel his strong hands on your forearms pushing you around and bending you down. "Or I'll do it. Let's see if the juice benefits already worked on your body." -They did not. But if you knew challenging authorities was so fun you would have done that way earlier!

Geras: -"I appreciate the effort, it warms my heart knowing my partner would go to such an extent, but-" He pushes away the glass from your lips "There are different diets that have the same effect. I know you hate pineapple juice." "Geras, I love you." You choke a bit on your spit, hating the taste in your mouth. -He chuckles at your words "It's my pleasure." -Geras doesn't have to look at the future to know you'll never drink that ever again.

Bi-Han: -The scowl is permanent on his face, but this time he isn't angry. -There is a tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming "they would do anything for you, for your pleasure!" -Bi-Han basks on the idea that his partner is wrapped around his thick fingers. -If you don't make any mistakes during the day you'll receive your prize in the evening…

Kuai Liang: -Well he drank it with no problem so he doesn't mind if you do either. -May want to try that dumb thing of crossing glasses but he ends up being too forceful making juice go down more on your face than your mouth. -You laugh so Liang isn't worried. -"Your shirt is stained, it will be a mess if we don't clean it up. Let me help you remove it…" -The shirt was soon forgotten.

Tomas Vrbada: -"At my three we both drink. 1, 2, 3-" "W-Wait I have a better idea…" Look neither of you likes pineapple juice that much and this looks more like torture than anything else. -So…Tomas put a finger at the bottom of your glass, pushing it towards your lips to make you drink a sip. -And then he kisses you! Sucking your lips and therefore the juice out of your mouth. Tomas also spills his juice on your neck, licking it up while hands travel south. -Look he is doing it for the both of you! A new way to enjoy such a mid beverage! -The fact that he wanted to fuck you senseless since tomorrow morning is totally not correlated.

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hyenaa-euphoria · 11 months ago

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I hhave three questions, if I may!

Does DogDay in the red giant au like, attack anything that is alive/that moves, or not? Like, if someone where to give him food would he attack them or?? Sorry if this question is dumb lol

This sorta plays into the third question, but do you have any tips on how to draw the smiling critters?

Do you have any tips making a smiling critter oc? I'm really struggling with coming up for a design for my one, she always ends up lookin plain/boring :(

HELLOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

1 sort of…..???

He would rather snatch the food from your hand and forget about you than actually try to go after you!! It’s easy food after all!

And even if he did try attacking you, he can’t really so much, he has no strength left!

2 JUST ONE BUT YES

TEAR. BODIES.

thats literally it. tear bodies. that how you can construct their bodies.. Play with that! Make different poses!

3 Of course! Here are some tips!!

NAMES-

Soo, i usually base my ocs on animal idioms, animal expressions, adjectives, etc. Here are some examples with meanings!!

Loan Shark

Moneylender who asks for a lot of money, usually illegally.

CashCow

Someone who makes a lot of money from a company

BusyBee

Someone who keeps themselves busy

KittyCorner

Diagonally opposite from someone or something

Sitting Duck(s)

Someone thats easy to manipulate, cheat or take advantage of

EagerBeaver

Someone who works very hard and enthusiastically

WholeHog

Do something to its fullest extent

GuineaPig

Person used as a subject for an experiment

Wild Goose (Chase)

Foolish chase for something unattainable

BlackSheep

Person who embarrasses a group for being different

One-Trick-Pony

Person with one great talent but doesn’t have much more to offer

Road Hog

Dangerous driver, someone who drives recklessly

TopDog

The most important person in a group

You can also take normal expressions that have certain words that sound like animal species! Take my oc as an example (Sir Bat-An-Eye.)

COLORS-

IF you are basing your little critter on a real animal, you could think, “Man, how do i make this little guy look more Smiling Critter-ish?”

COLORS!!

Take Bubba for example,

He is an elephant! Elephants aren’t a bright blinding blue! Yet in a lot of cartoons they are represented this way because it is way more colorful! Sure to attract kids.

If it is an actual animal, search for some cartoon references of them! Maybe that can help!

Saturate the colors A LOT. Do you think kiddies would like an old, rusty, sad-beige-mom animal in their show??!?! Well- maybe…..🤔

But thats not the point! Make them bright! Make them pop!

Also, don’t always base them off of the animals ACTUAL colors! Give them different colors! If you want to make your alligator oc red because he lives in the depths of an erupting volcano then go ahead! If you want your parrot oc to be THE COLOR OF THE FUCKING RAINBOW then go ahead!! Who says they have to be the normal colors? Not me!

PERSONALITY AND ANIMAL CHOOSING-

Sooo… if you wanna be very picky like me.. then choose animals by how they would act in a society!

A hyena wouldn’t be nice! They would make fun of people, they would be rude!

A gazelle would be shy! They wouldn’t get their kicks from fighting!

That kinda what i mean🤔

If you want an elegant Critter, look for animals that often represent elegance, like peacocks!!

WHAT THEY DO.

What would they do if they were caretakers in PlayCare? A therapist? A janitor? What do they teach? Think about that and maybe that will help you with their necklaces!!

If you need more help, ask away :p!!

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime 3 #art #oc #this is pretty much me yapping up and down #sorry #hope it helps #!!!!

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pippin-katz · 1 year ago

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Okay I noticed something during the Red Room scene after watching RWRB for the "who knows how many"-th time.

When they hit the wall, Alex puts his right hand on it:

But then they cut and it’s not there anymore:

Now, I’m not pointing this out as an "oh look an editing error" or anything because that’s something that happens in pretty much every movie ever made. Somebody’s hand or leg is in one position, they cut to another angle, and it’s in a slightly different position. It’s what happens when you’re editing together several different takes of the same scene.

Hell, quick and fun tangent, feel free to skip ahead to where the text changes back to the normal color, but there’s a sequence in Clue, the movie, where Wadsworth, the butler, is retelling the events of the evening in very specific detail and reenacting it. This is a fantastic example of a moment where a very attentive viewer can see into the behind the scenes, and remember that when filming movies, they always do multiple takes of a scene, even if nothing went wrong; there’s only very unique circumstances where they film a scene and the entirety of the very first take is used.

Earlier, Mrs. Peacock freaks out because they think there might have been poison in the drink, and Mr. Green slaps her in the throat to stop her from screaming:

GIF from here.

After he hits her, he says this:

GIF from here.

When Wadsworth reenacts it later, he says the same line:

GIF from here.

Notice that he’s accurately in character as Mr. Green, but he makes the gesture to push his “glasses” back up, which Mr. Green didn’t do. Tim Curry went through great lengths for this very long sequence to get all the little details right. The only reason he would do that would be if he did push his glasses up, but it was in a different take. That take wasn’t used in the final cut of film, but they had to have filmed a version of the scene where Mr. Green pushed his glasses back up, and Tim Curry copied it because he wouldn’t have been able to predict which version of the scene they would use, and that’s a specific detail he wouldn’t want to miss if they used that take.

In the easiest and perfect scenario, they pick the best take of each shot and splice them together, but sometimes they use multiple takes of one of the shots and use different pieces of them. Maybe the delivery of one line was better in one take, but another line was better in the other. If there's going to be a cut between those lines, they can cut out the line delivery they liked the best and splice into whatever take they're using the most of.

This is common knowledge, but I'm covering it just in case someone is completely unfamiliar with how films are made.

When the camera angle changes during a sequence, it doesn’t mean that they filmed up until that point, stopped and repositioned the cameras and the actors, and then continued. They set up a camera for one of the shots, they run through the scene start-to-finish, and once they have several good takes to choose from, they move the camera position to the next angle, and shoot the scene start-to-finish again. Sometimes they can knock out more than one angle at once if the cameras won’t get each other in the shot.

For example, scenes like Alex and Henry talking on the couch, in the cafe, on the phone on the bed, basically almost any scene where they’re looking directly at each other, has to be shot from at least two angles separately, at least if they want to show us both of their faces throughout the scene. If they filmed both of them at once, you would see the other camera in the background behind the actors.

In the case of the kissing in the Red Room, there's three cuts, until the end when Amy walks in. I'm talking specifically about from Alex grabbing him up to the shot right before Amy walks in.

So starting there, we have the first shot:

Then the first cut:

Then the second cut:

Then the third cut:

Then Amy walks in:

Now, cameras do move and/or zoom during most shots, even if it's a barely noticeable. For example, there is no cut while Alex crosses the room; the camera moves with him. It also rotates/pans a bit once they start backing towards the wall to keep that shot connected up until the first cut.

Based on the angle, the framing, and their positions, I'm pretty sure these two are from the same shot/camera position, possibly the same take, with the close-up spliced in:

Even if they aren't from the same take, I'm fairly sure, like I said before, that they ran through the scene start-to-finish with this camera blocking, and that these are both from that blocking, even if the second one seems slightly different. It's really hard to be 100% sure, but when I watch them side-by-side, their positions seem to line up. If you map out their starting point and ending point, and the gap of time where the close-up is, it feels like enough time and movement for them to get from A to B in one shot had the camera not cut.

But the camera does cut, which leads me back to here:

The camera angle alone is a big indicator that they cut together multiple takes. I can't be positive, but I'm pretty sure that they couldn't have filmed this angle at the same time as the main shot.

I think about these sorts of things while watching movies; it's something I can't turn off in my brain. I'm hyperaware of the cinematography. I notice it, and thoughts/questions just bounce around in the back of my head.

Like if I was watching this for the first time, excluding all the internal screaming that would've been occurring, I would have probably thought: "Oh hey, that was a big camera change! They probably filmed this separately!"

But it's so brief and subconscious that I would've had the thought without those words actually forming in my head, does that make sense? It's like there's a little version of me chilling in my brain with a clipboard that writes interesting things down while the rest of me is screaming. He's just chilling, taking notes, and I can feel when he writes something down, even if I can't process it in the moment. Does that make any sense?? Whatever, it doesn't actually matter lmfao

What I'm saying is, while the camera change suggests the use of multiple takes being edited together, Alex's hand on the wall 100% confirms it, since it's not in the same position when they cut between the angles.

Which FINALLY brings me to my POINT!

Everything I went over essentially just proves that this shot:

-is from it's own, separate take than the other shots.

And as I explained, they typically run a scene start-to-finish several times from each angle, which is why there's this variation. With choreography like this that's meant to be spontaneous and aggressive is impossible to perfectly recreate each time. It happens too fast, and their characters are so wrapped up in the moment that they're just grabbing and touching each other however they can, so there is going to be variation between the takes in what they do with their hands or exactly how they kiss.

WHICH MEANS

It is very possible that there's a version/take of this sequence of events from the other angle where Alex's hand is on the wall, and he is half pinning Henry against the wall for this interaction.

His hand is in the classic "hands on either side of their partner's head while kissing against a wall" position that basically traps them against the wall and the person they're with.

So there's possibly a version of this shot:

-with Alex's hand pinning Henry against the fucking wall, before he lifts him onto the table.

And I want to fucking see it.

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princes-and-problems-au · 3 months ago

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Lilith redesign and Lucifer re-redesign! Forewarning: This is all in good fun, I don't mean to pretend I can do better than the show, or that the show's designs are bad. I just want to have a nice time redrawing some characters! <3

Now that that's out the way, lets get to the actual art! I've stated some of this before, but I don't really like Lucifer's design in the actual show. He does have some cool motifs, I.E the circus theme, but it's really drowned out by the fact that he shares a lot of features with other cast members. I've also been heard that Lucifer, and by proxy Charlie, are meant to have Goat/Doll features, which I just... Don't see.

So, I decided to get rid of some redundant features (Bowtie, the red color scheme, and the vest) and really tried to highlight the royalty aspect. His top is partially inspired by an Indian Sherwani, though I've cut it off at the waist rather than let it flow down. I like his original white coat, so I tried to keep it similar. I thought giving him peacock features would represent his pride more than a goat. Goats are more connected to Satan and wrath, and sometimes Lucifer and Satan are interchangeable, but it doesn't seem the case in hazbin. Peacocks also have eye patterns, which would maybe connect him more to angels seeing as Lucifer is a fallen angel. Made him albino/leucistic because I wanted to keep the lighter/white color scheme as well. I decided to not give him shoes, since bird claws, but I did give him these leather strap things. Now, my favorite part of his design, The Jewelry and Cane! I wanted a really pronounced crown, one that wouldn't be ignorable, and I wanted the yellow chains to be a sort-of stand in for a halo, Lucifer clinging to his former angelic status. I hope I pulled it off lol. For the cane, I had once been taught that we don't actually know what fruit was on the tree in Eden and that some people thought it was a pomegranate, and I really love pomegranates soooo..... Rotting pomegranate cane! I decided to make it rotten because I honestly thought it fit him better, a decaying symbol of what caused his fall in the first place.

I didn't really like what they did with Lucifer in the show. Don't get me wrong, I really like the goofy, supportive dad angle they went with, but I feel there could have been more conflict. Have Lucifer be a genuinely disillusioned guy who thinks humanity is a rotten species that can never change. He's been there for literally all of humanities sins, he's seen the depravities of man. Further more, have him be too prideful to admit his wrongness. From what I was taught, Lucifer first tempted Eve to prove that humanity was flawed, and that he was better than them. Have him cling to the idea that there's no way that humanity could change because that would prove him false. Have him be a final boss of sorts, the first season could have built Charlie up, no mentions of Heaven interfering or anything. Instead it's made up of character development and minor antagonists (Maybe the vees?) and Lucifer could be mentioned as this guy who only brings Charlie down with his doubt. Then, the finale could be him deciding that Charlie's 'useless pet project' has gotten too out of hand, and have him visit the hotel. Over the course of the episode get him to be a real asshole, maybe he purposely tries to tempt the hotel guests to give in to their vices, like he did with Eve, and have him be proved wrong at the end of it all. Sort of like the Welcome To Heaven episode, have the sinners prove him wrong. Maybe he doesn't completely change his mind, but enough that he realize that Charlie's idea isn't completely stupid. And that's when he schedules a meeting with heaven, allowing for the angels and the whole 'heaven isn't actually that good' revelation to be properly built up in a second season.

Now, onto Lilith! I don't know how I feel about Lilith's design. It's just very... Eh. Nothing really stands out to me, and that sucks! I think the horns look cool, and that's all I can really say about the design. I also didn't really like how pale she was? I mean, coupled with Adam, this makes me worry their going to make the three original humans all white which is... A choice. So the first thing I did was give her some melanin. Lilith is from both Judaism and Mesopotamian mythos. While her name is mentioned in both places it's debated whether or not their the same being. I liked the idea of her being both, so that's what I went with. In Judaism, her name in Hebrew is often translated to "night creatures", "night monster", "night hag", or "screech owl". So I took that as inspo for the design. First off! I tried to make her appear more owl like, with the upper face seemingly connected to her hair and giving her bird feet, which a statue actually does give her bird feet lol. She was also often times related to amulets that, from what I understand were often used as stand-ins as a declaration of divorce, which in context of the show is... So funny. In her other hand is what Lilith's magic looks like. I'd like to think she was a very powerful being. Her dress was really fun to do. The under one is really tight, and reflective of the night sky, while the loser cloth I tried to give more twilight vibes. I like the idea that she and Lucifer match, Morningstar and Night Creature. The disc between her horns reflects the moons position, seeing as Lilith is also connected to the moon a lot. Lilith is said to steal husbands away in the night, which funny visual to me personally.

We don't have much on Lilith so far so I'm giving myself free-reign to do whatever I want personality wise! Lilith is a dangerous woman, and ruled hell in an iron fist. In this redesign, she and Lucifer separated long ago, both agreeing that life was taking them to different places. They ended up with split custody of Charlie. However, one day, she disappeared. This wasn't very suspicious, Lilith was often gone for long periods of time doing unspecified projects, but this time she didn't return. Charlie, who at this point was a teenager developmentally, was heartbroken. To this day she sends Lilith's old number voice messages on how her life is going, hoping one day her mother will answer her. No one knows what happened. Some suspected fowl play, others thought this was a long game for one of Lilith's plots.

So long story short, one neglectful parent and another disappeared parent makes for a very insecure, lonely child. Poor Charlie. Anyways, I'm thinking of redesigning Charlie and Vaggie next. I love questions, and thank you for reading this far!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin au #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer redesign #lilith morningstar #lilith #lilith x lucifer #Lilith redesign #lilith hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin #ladi's art

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shinysparklesapphires · 5 days ago

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Showtime precure!

🎀: @baileypie-writes @xryptik @harufallinwonderland

Chapter 17: Tragic ain’t it? The Finale for the Tragedy Trio!

“Hey Lucia!” Lucia turned to see Miya standing behind her.

“Oh hey Miya!” She smiled.

“I was wondering if you and the rest of the Theater Course wanted to join us to make handmade stuffed animals! It’s technically related to making props right?”

“Oh yeah I’ll tell Professor Rilu about it right away!” She waved as Miya left.

She finally reached the theater classroom, sighing, exhausted from what had happened a few days earlier. Like usual, Amber was writing, Lyna and Violet were talking, and Reel was asleep.

“Hey guys?” They all looked up at Lucia.

“Miya wants us to join her and the Home Ec course in making stuffed animals!”

“Omg that sounds like so much fun!” Violet clasped her hands together and clapped.

“I mean I don’t think Reel has anything planned.” Amber shrugged.

“Huh? Oh yeah I don’t,” Reel yawned.

Lucia giggled, “then it’s settled!”

“What are you planning to do with those coins Catwalk?” Tragedy blew a puff of smoke from her cigarette onto the queen’s face.

“Well….” He flipped the coins in his hands, “I was thinking I could cram all three of these into one big mass facade! With those three’s powers combined, there’s no way the Precure will be able to defeat it!”

“Ha!” Tragedy laughed at him mockingly, “and what makes you so sure?”

“Well Miss Tragedy, I think it would be smarter that rather than make separate facades from individual coins, if we put multiple in at the same time, then you have a super strong facade 3x times the normal amount!” He looked at her pleading.

“Fine,” she sighed, “this better work.”

“Hi girls! You made it!” Miya waved to the four as they entered the sewing room. There were giant rolls of fabric, spools of thread everywhere, giant bags of stuffing and more. It was like a craft store threw up in there.

“Hi Miya!” Violet hugged her.

“So what exactly are we making again?” Amber blew her hair out of her face.

“Well, first off you need to know what you want your stuffed animal to be,” she grabbed some pencils and paper, “then you’ll draw the overall sillouete of it on here to use as a base for when you cut your fabric, then you’ll do the actual sewing!”

Each of the girls sat down at a table with a sewing machine and started drawing.

“Hey Amber what are you gonna make?”

“Snorlax, obviously,” she grinned, “what about you Lucia?”

Lucia held up a poorly drawn cat, “I’m doing Reel!”

Amber sighed, “I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

Lyna went over to grab some orange fabrics, “I’m making a tiger!”

Violet was already cutting her fabric. She had decided to make a peacock.

“Ow!” Lucia pricked her finger with a needle. She winced in pain as Amber looked at her unamused.

“Ah hold on I’ll get you a band-aid!” Miya ran out of the room leaving the girls alone.

“Lucia, are you still upset about the trio?” Lucia froze. She wasn’t sure what to think. They had done so many awful things but to have their hearts torn out as a punishment for not doing thier jobs…Tragedy was truly awful. She hated her. She remembered seeing the Queen in that coffin and how she treated it like it was nothing more than a mere object, she hated how she had caused Reel and the others so much pain and suffering for her own amusement.

“Yeah. I just hope I can help them in someway. Their hearts were turned into corrupted coins right? Maybe we can-“ she trailed off. Something inside of her was telling her that it wasn’t worth it.

“Oh Precure~”

The girls looked out the window to see Catwalk holding all three of the coins. He had a sick twisted smile on his face.

“Look what I have that you don’t!” He waved the coins in front of Lucia as if to taunt her, “now I’m gonna get rid of you once and for all!”

“Facade! Wreak your havoc!” He raised his hands up, causing all three coins to fuse together and create a monster, which busted the windows open and tried to grab at them.

“SAWWW!”

“Girls!”

“Precure, Rollback! Lights! Camera! Action!”

Showtime jumped onto the creatures back, and now that she got a full look of it, it had three snake like heads all snapping at her.

“Ah! Guys a little help here??”

“I’ve got this! Precure, Action Grande Jete….Pirroette!” Action sliced off the head of the beast, but to her shock, two more grew in its place.

“Set Lasso….Net!” The snake head bit the net clean in half.

“Oh.” Set looked defeated already.

“Help us!”

“Precure!”

“Save us!”

Showtime turned around. Those voices..

“Wright Blitz…Bullet!” The monster dodged the attacks, Showtime barely clinging onto it. She jumped up and struck it from behind to try and hurt it but-

“HONK!”

Nosferatu pushed her to the side before she could strike.

“Nosferatu? But that means-“

“Showtime!” The team ran over to help her up, but she pushed them off gently, “I think I know what’s going on here!”

“What do you mean?!” Set looked confused.

“That’s the Tragedy Trio in there! If we can defeat the monster we can save them!”

“But all of our attacks on it failed!”

“Not all of them!” Showtime held out her hands, signaling the others to grab onto them.

“Our beautiful hearts shall destroy your evil! Precure, Roccoco Lovely…Shock!” The monster was instantly vaporized, but instead of a coin falling down, three figures were gently placed onto the ground.

“Huh?” Nicolette’s eyes fluttered open as she looked around her to check her surroundings.

“Niki!” She felt someone grab her from behind and embrace her, she turned around and saw Lacey crying.

“Lacey?” She hugged her back crying her eyes out.

“Huh what happened?” The two turned around and gasped.

“Dominique!” They jumped on her crying and kissing her, “We missed you so much!” Dominique sobbed,

“I missed you guys too!”

“Honk!” Nosferatu jumped onto Dominique,

“Nosferatu! I’m so happy you’re ok!” She hugged the goose tearfully.

“WHAT?! THATS NOT FAIR! YOU CAN’T GET RID OF MY SUPER FACADE LIKE THAT!” Catwalk stomped his feet on the ground angrily.

Lacey kicked him to the ground, “can it twerp. And you can go run and cry to Tragedy and tell her to go fuck herself.” Dominique glared at him. Catwalk quickly disappeared.

“Precure, thanks for saving us!” Nicolette smiled.

“I’m so glad I don’t have to be that bitch’s errand girl anymore..” Lacey sighed.

Showtime smiled, “It’s no problem!”

“Lucia I got you that-“ Miya looked at the girls, and her jaw dropped.

“Miya we can explain!” Action looked at her panicked.

“Ok so those three were evil but now they’re not and you and the theater girls are magical superheroes and the theater teachers actually a magical cat prince form another world?!”

“Yeah basically…” Violet laughed, “but you gotta promise to keep it a secret alright?”

“Promise!”

The girls walked back to the theater classroom, Lucia holding her less than stellar Reel plush in her arms, but they were greeted by-

“WAIT REEL WHY ARE THEY HERE?!”

"Oh yeah they have nowhere to go now that they left Curtain Call so they enrolled in the theater course! Pretty cool huh?" He had a smug look on his face.

"Plus we thought we could help you out with beating Tragedy's fucking ass!" Dominique made a punching motion with her hands.

"Well the more the merrier I guess?" Lyna giggled and shrugged.

"Oooooo Catwalk got in trouble with Tragedy!"

"That's so embarrassing right Calamity?"

"For sure Catastrophe!" The voices of two little girls giggling behind Catwalk could be heard.

"I guess it's our turn to get rid of those pesky girls!"

"And we'll collect so many coins in the process!"

"So many coins!"

Catwalk scowled as the two voices cackled behind him.

#🎀! showtime precure

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chloe-spade · 2 months ago

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The Island Prince Act One: Love is...

"You know," Riddle chuckles. "You are one of the first people I've met who would listen to me reading before bed."

It was the end of the day, and Riddle had invited Sil and his animals into his suite for the night, as Sil had requested. It was a way for Sil to learn about the people and the new surroundings, even though Riddle tried to convince him otherwise because of his mother. But considering what his mother did earlier, it seemed fair to Riddle to give in finally.

"But…it's such a nise story of love," Sil yawned. "It's so sweet. It's like magic, really."

"I'm glad you think so," Riddle smiled. "Mother says these books are just a distraction from everything else. But they are so beautiful and how hey descrie love makes me want it so much."

"Well, what kind of love do you want?"

"One where we both can share one heart. One carried one half, and the other carries another," Riddle explained. "A heart when together, makes any love complete. But sometimes, love is hard to explain."

"I think I understand it a little," Sil smiles, petting Epel. "It's like me with my friends. I can't bear the thought of them thinking I didn't love them. They have been with me since I woke up on that island, and I couldn't be more thankful for them than ever."

"I don't mean to be insensitive, but I couldn't help but be curious about some things," Riddle mentioned. "Like, what was your last memory before you woke up?"

"A storm," Sil answered. "I heard everything, thunder, lightning, the waves splashing everywhere. I can hear someone, calling to me, but I can't really hear them, and I remember a song, a beautiful lullaby that I still sing to this day."

"I heard it," Riddle smiles. "King Lilia sang it once when I was a young boy when Malleus and I first became acquainted. I remember how sad it made me. It was when he sang it, as if his heart was broken, but he still smiled, and it was like that before I fell asleep."

"I wonder where that song came from." Sil spoke. "He sang it to me, and now I am more confused about my past more than often. I wish I could ask him, but I'm afraid of the result."

Riddle pats his back. "I know."

Sil took a breath before looking at Riddle. "So, you and Malleus?"

"What about us?"

"You look at him with some fond look, and I can't help but think with your proclamation of love, you like Malleus."

Riddle pouted, his face almost as red as his hair. "Was it that obvious?"

"Not at first, but Vil told me about it after the tea party," Sil explained. "He saw how you simply stared at him like he was the only person around you. Your eyes were just locked onto him, like how one does when they are in love."

"Is that peacock some sort of romance expert?"

"No, he's just very observant," Sil laughed.

"I mean, it's…how could I not?" Riddle whispered. "He has this calm aura around him like he doesn't let anything hurt him. He cares about his kingdom and his people, and he's so free about what he wants but also so restricted; I can't help but feel like he could teach me what it's like to be free and have some fun. To see what love truly is."

Sil watched and smiled. He liked that. He also enjoyed hearing Riddle's views. It was like reading a book, but you could see it right before you.

"…is that how I feel?"

"About Ruggie? Yes." Riddle answered.

"Really?"

"Well, let's think about it. You look at him the same way I do, but yours is more of confusion, and then admiration. You want to learn more about him, and you seem to fit with him much more than I could," Riddle explained.

"Then why are two wed?"

"I have no idea," Riddle sighed. "She has wanted me to marry him for a while now since I was ten. I didn't meet him until I was fifteen, and now she expects me to fake my feelings about him. But I can't. Now that I know, I would rather be with Maleeus, but if my mother found out, she would not like it."

"But you should," Sil spoke. "You can't live a life that is predetermined for you."

"I didn't think you had some great advice," Riddle chuckles.

"Sometimes it just comes to me," Sil yawns and rests on the bed. "I hope you can be with Malleus. Maybe that'll make you very happy…"

Riddle smiles as Sil begins to fall asleep, cuddling with Epel. He carefully got off the bed and started to tuck him in the bed. "Good night, Sil. And I hope you can be just as happy as me."

🏝️

Riddle yawned the following day, letting Sil sleep on his bed. He was getting ready when he heard the door knock.

"Riddle! Open up!" Cried his mother. "Your wedding suit has just arrived!! And we need to know if it fits for your wedding!"

Riddle gasped as Leona groaned at the obsessive knocking.

"In a moment, mother!" Riddle called out and rushed over towards Sil. "Oh, Sil, please wake up! My mother would flip if she saw you in here with me."

Leona yawned and walked over to a panicked Riddle. Riddle jumped when he noticed the lion but devised a quick plan.

"Please help me put your friends under my bed," Riddle whispered towards Leona, who rolled his eyes but helped Riddle put Vil, Epel, Rook, and Sil underneath the bed. "Now, you go…in my bathroom, it's just big enough for you."

Leona conceded and walked into the bathroom. Riddle quickly closed the door and fired himself up before opening the door for his mother.

"Sorry, Mother, I was in the bathroom," Riddle lied but kept his composure.

"Oh, my darling, I told you not to spend too much time in the bathroom," Queen Icabeth sighed, holding his wedding suit. "Especially since a special ball is happening tonight."

"Oh, right, the engagement ball," Riddle sighed. "Which is right after the reserhal of the ceremony.."

"Glad you know what our schedules are, and I hope, oh, I hope that stupid island boy doesn't join us."

"What is the matter with Sil?" Riddle could only ask. "He seems nice. Strange, but nice. And he knows more about animals that say even I?"

"That is exactly why," huffed Icabeth. "He is a common boy abandoned on an island. It's no wonder he's so unprepared for human civilization. Yet, Ruggie, your own fiance, is infractuated with him! It's absurd."

"I don't think it's that strange, considering that Ruggie and I have nothing in common other than our ages, and we don't exactly love each other," Riddle finally said. "It's unfair to expect me to fall for him so quick."

"Riddle, Riddle, Riddle," Queen Icabeth sighed.

🌹

Love is for peasants which we're obviously not

Who needs a heart that's going to bleed?

It's inconvenient and just makes you hot

Let Mama tell you what you need

Not just any clown

Someone with a crown

And a happy life is guaranteed

🌹

"But, mother, that isn't right," Riddle interfered.

"Did you say something?" Queen Icabeth sneered, turning towards her son.

Riddle sighed as he grabbed a nearby book, the same one he had been reading with Sil last night.

🌹

All the books I've read

All the poems always said

That a heart is made to share

Joy's not found in things

Such as necklaces and rings

But in love that's always there

That's the jewel beyond compare

🌹

"You need to stop reading those books," Icabeth snarled. "It's filling your head with thoughts! Now go, Riddle. Do something to make yourself prettier.

"Yes, mother," Riddle sighed, retreating to the bathroom before almost tripping over Leona. "Oh, I've forgotten you were in here."

As Riddle left, Icabeth groaned in disgust. A stomp caused Sil to wake up from underneath the bed, and she saw her blood heal. He couldn't escape; she would scream if he revealed himself.

But what he heard next shocked him.

🌹

That queen's forgotten how she wrecked my family's life

When I was just a tiny tot

Just 'cause we tried to kill her and her man

A little treason, not a lot

She took away our land

Which wasn't what we planned

She put us on a pig farm and forgot

🌹

"A pig farm?" Sil whispered to himself.

🌹

I ran away, and I must say I cleaned up good

My past was nothing I'd discuss

I found the oldest king that I could

His heart condition was a plus

Sunday we were wed

Wednesday he was dead

Happily that put an end to us

🌹

"…that's what happened to father?' Riddle gasped. "..Did she kill him?"

🌹

But when I heard that good king Peter had a son

I had a child right away

Put him in training so he'd be the one

Oh, how I've waited for this day

Once they tie the knot

I'll implement my plot

Then I'll use the queen's head for croquet

🌹

Riddle sank, knowing he was just a pawn for his mother's nefarious plan. He couldn't help but feel unknowingly nauseous, and even with the thought of it alone, he would throw up in his mouth to swallow his fears down.

🌹

I'll take what should be mine

And leave her with a swine

And I'll have my way

They're gonna pay

Ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha

🏝️

Sil had to wait at least an hour until Icabeth left the room, but once he did, he saw a distraught Riddle looking at himself in the mirror.

"Riddle?"

"Sil..did you?"

"Yes, I heard everything," Sil sadly admitted. "I'm so sorry."

"D-don't be," Riddle took a breath. "Besides, the rehearsal is in a few minutes, and I don't want to be late."

Sil sadly watched as Riddle left the room, leaving Sil and his friends alone.

"What are we going to do?" Epel asked. "His mother is planning to kill the royal family!!"

"Oui, it's extremely disheartening," Rook added. "Should we tell the queen?"

"No, she wouldn't believe us," Sil spoke. "And Icabeth is queen, she knows how to lie her way and get me in trouble. We need to be discreet and keep an eye on her."

"And how do you suppose we can do that?" questioned Vil. "She's already wearying of us; if we do anything like that, she can turn us in."

"You're right," groaned Leona. "But maybe we just need Rook."

"Me?"

"Yes, Rook, you have one of the best eyes we have," Sil grinned. "You can technically watch anyone from a distance, and no one would notice. Queen Icabeth wouldn't know anything."

"Well, I suppose so, but we need more allies and a cohesive plan," Leona spoke. "Just to make sure."

🏝️

Riddle walked towards the gardens, where the wedding rehearsals were held. Every time he stepped closer, the more he lowered. Now that he knew what his mother planned for him, he was hesitating. Even if he wanted to just go and do it, that could result in the royalty's ultimate demise, so now Riddle was stuck where he was, and he had no reason to go forward.

"Riddle?'

Riddle gasped and turned to see Malleus.

"You seem…occupied with something," Malleus spoke softly. "Is something bothering you, my dear friend?'

"No," Riddle gulped. "I just….I just can't see myself marrying Ruggie."

"How come? You seemed oddly prepared to. What chanaged?"

"…I…I just never loved him." Riddle admitted. "And I'm pretty sure he didn't love me either. We just do it so we can make our families proud but what about us? How do we feel about it?"

"You already gave me an answer," Malleus sighed. "You hate it. I understand where you come from. Though she is not here, my grandmother also pressured me into getting married, even though I told her that I do have someone in mind. But it's very complicated, and I wish not to worry you with my troubles."

"Well, if we have the time," Riddle blushed. "Maybe we can have some tea together? Just the two of us? Like old times before the engagement ball?"

"I will look forward to it," Malleus grinned. "Any time I'm with you, I feel my happiest."

Malleus smiles and holds his hand out to Riddle. "How about I take you to the rehersal first? You still seem a little pale but I see the color returning to you slightly."

Riddle blushed again and carefully took his hand. "Thank you. For listening.'

"Any time."

🏝️

Back at the greenhouse, Sil sighed sadly as he examined the flower, a little wilted.

"You look exactly how I feel," Sil sighed as he took a handful of water and poured it onto the flower, watching it return to its bright pink color.

"Oh, it's magic when you are here beside me," Sil sang softly, dancing around the plants. "Close your eyes, and let me hold you tight. Everything that I could ever need is right here in my arms tonight."

Ruggie couldn't help but be mesmerized by Sil's harmonized voice. The way the plants felt brighter as he sang made everything much lighter.

"La la la, la la la,"

"Wow," Ruggie blushed, surprising Sil. "You sound absolouty beautiful."

"O-oh, thank you, your highness," Sil looked down. "It's just that I needed to clear my head for a bit, and singing helps me feel a lot better. Sorry if I disturbed you."

"No, but it's a million times better than being at the wedding rehearsal," Ruggie chuckles. "I got to see a sight I actually wanted to see."

"What does that mean?'

"I mean, I would rather listen to you sing than go practice vows that I will never keep," Ruggie sat down by Sil. "It's hard, you know. Marrying someone you don't love? It's an unfortunate bind that you can't escape from, even if, somehow, you fell in love with someone else."

"Oh, I heard enough about that today," Sil murmured. "How come you never told your grandmother?"

"Because even if she understood, I'd be letting her down," Ruggie explained. "She's not going to be here forever and I have to be prepared in case the inevitable happens. But why do I have to marry to be king? Even I don't know the answer to that one."

"King Lilia is single, right? Perhaps you can be king without marrying someone," Sil acknowledged.

Ruggie sighed and looked back at Sil. "Maybe it'll be nice to announce it, just to prove to people that I am not going to marry to become king!"

"Announce it? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Sil gasped.

"I don't know, but it's the only way that I can tell everyone else." Ruggie puffed. I just need to practice my speech and explain to my grandmother why I didn't go to the rehearsal."

Sil laughed at Ruggie's nervousness.

"I hope you can."

"Oh, maybe you should be able to come," Ruggie invited. "I do feel much better with you by me."

Sil looked up at Ruggie, still worried. "But I don't have any experience, nor do I have anything to wear."

"Well, don't worry about that, I want you to be there."

"Do I?"

"Yes, please?"

Sil paused for a moment before nodding. "I…I will attend."

Ruggie smiled and helped him up. "I will see you soon.'

Sil watched as Ruggie left the greenhouse, which caused him to panic. "Oh…now I need to think about what I have to wear for the ball."

🏝️

"And that's what happened," Sil groaned, looking at his reflection. "Now I need to find a way to get into this ball, but look at me. I din't have any thing remarkable."

"I can help!" Gasped Kalim. "I've been seeing a lot of balls, and I can teach you so much more!"

"But all those things are so frilly and ugly," Epel groaned. "Do we really need to see Sil like that?"

"Can you help me, Kalim?" Sil asked.

Kalim grinned.

🥥

Skirts that billow, sleeves that tie

Are the only things to wear at the ball

Tease your hair up three feet high

If you want to show your flair at the ball

🥥

Sil chuckles as he fixes his hair, looking at the dresses around him. They looked beautiful, but none seemed to fit what he imagined. Perhaps it was the color, Sil thought.

🍎

Why wear what those stuffy girls are wearing?

I think seaweed wraps are quite the height of style

Pineapple is naturally daring

Wear a fruit cup and a smile

Mmm, that's it

🍎

"Seaweed?" Sighed Sil. "…But I can see that for myself."

"You can't be considering that," Vil whispered.

"There's more!" Kalim grinned.

🥥

Something satin, throw a hat in and a purple parasol

That's how to make an entrance at the ball

🥥

Epel huffed as he quickly grabbed a bird's nest and forced it onto Sil's head, satisfied with himself.

🍎

In a panic? Think organic

Look at this one size fits all

Now you can be the beauty at the ball

🍎

Kalim admittedly got annoyed at Epel's constant interference and took off the bird's nest of Sil's hair.

🥥

I think you should lose the silly nest thing.

No way!

I'm the one whose been to these before

I know orange taffeta's the best thing

Yes, the best thing to ignore, bleh!

🍎

Despite Sil's attempts to calm them down, Epel and Kalim started to glare at each other. And they began to scream and argue with each other, now ignoring everything around them.

🥥

Skirt!

Dress!

Loose!

Tight!

More!

Less!

Drab!

Bright!

No!

Yes!

Black!

White!

🥥

"Stop!" Sil screamed, grabbing them both. He then took a sigh and set them down on the bed.

🏝️

There is something good in what you're saying

I know if I go I want to look my best

🏝️

Sil's smiles at Kalim, causing Epel to pout.

Sil noticed and grabbed Epel, and petted his head.

🏝️

And you're right, my choices should reflect me

But I can't be underdressed

🏝️

"But should we do?" Kalim asked.

"Follow my lead. I actually have an outfit in mind."

🏝️

I look nice in island blue

I can find you some of that by the wall

Vine designs all curlicue

I will sketch you all the shapes I recall

Something green is fun to try

You can use this as a wrap or a shawl

Sparkle like the evening sky

And with this you're guaranteed to enthrall

🏝️

"Perfect! Well, almost. There's something missing…" Sil twirled, taking a final look. He then felt a slight tug and Sil turns to see Vil, presenting his feathers to Sil.

🦚

Sil, please accept these

Do you think they'll do?

Oh Vil, your gift makes this a dream come true

🏝️

Sil felt amazing, it was exactly how he imagined. The blues and greens matched perfectly, his shoes soft but also fancy enough to wear, and the feathers becoming a beautiful makeshift fan and earings for him. Small make-up also works, courtesy of both Vil and Kalimm, and an emerald necklace that made it complete.

🏝️

Now you'll take their breath away

We can see you'll be the jewel of them all

Last of all, a rose bouquet

You're going to have a great time at…

I'm going to have a great time at…

I'm going to have a great time at the ball!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst silver #ruggie bucchi #malleus draconia #riddle rosehearts #twisted fairytales #silrug #rugsil #Malleus x Riddle #The Island Prince

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marylinasblog · 11 months ago

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The dating handbook.

Act like you already know you're a catch—but you need to know if he values it. This is how a queen would analyse her candidates before birth control—make him work to prove himself.

Look confident in your femininity, like a proud peacock and let him take your energy in. This will put him on edge and scared to offend but he will relax his nerves a bit once you get talking. This won't throw off a HVM as he doesn't have anything to worry about- he knows you'll trust him in time and he knows you're worth the effort. He will demonstrate he values you: he will book the table at the upscale restaurant and pull the seat out and have in depth conversations whilst giving you the puppy eyes.

Whenever you fall into that 'Omg he's cute does he like me, am I good enough? What else can I do to impress???' mindset, you're going to gift him the upper hand every time & end up chasing/getting your ass run because you're working too hard to get his validation. Approach the date with QUEEN energy that fills up the room. Keep the first dates more serious whilst you sniff him out. Don't become the jokey fun drunk party girl he could just have a bit of fun on the side with (this is important! Do not let him get you blind drunk - that's his tactic to get your guard down for sex).

They can smell that sense of self doubt the same way we can so just relax. He really might not turn out all that (what if he's hot & turns out to be a simpleton? Are you a simpleton? Why does he deserve that pedestal then?). Switch off the scarcity mindset, most these men are very replaceable & far less impressive than they initially make out.

Stop being too available. Have a tint of mystery to your aura. (I will be writing a blog on how to do so). Don't be waiting eagerly for his texts like an addict- assume he's bullshit & make him work for you to think otherwise. Some bored men are just filling time. Equally if he's playing the loooong lazy game on a constant basis, as in really not making much conversational effort, don't get too excited about that & match his low efforts- he may be plating other women, not v interested or trying to turn you into a lapdog (chase me). Don't over complicate it- men will make time for what they value (& some men don't value women full stop). He will find time to mategate dream girl. If he has a v busy job or is going through something stressful (like a sick family member)- give him some leeway but he should still be communicating throughout the week and opening up his weekend time for you. If he is taking too long to reply too often- bring that up & communicate- find out whether it's for genuine reason- make sure you're on the same page & he's in the space to date. Also pay attention to how fast he replies to his phone when with you- if he’s making you wait 4 hours a time & replies to his friend fast- you know where you stand.

Stop being scared to offend them. You need to come down heavy, otherwise these men will wriggle in and ruin your life. They will steal even more time from you. Don't just chase him because you're offended by his behaviour or rejection! Understand his mask has slipped. Do you REALLY want to be involved with that trash? You don't have to risk feeling more hurt, disrespected & used. Be in control & cut him off.

This kind of assertiveness will make you unattractive to manipulators. They know you put YOU & your dignity first. They know they can't shake your character.

Keep certain aspects of yourself in the dark for when he has come far enough to gain your trust (6 month minimum for me). This is where restraint & discipline has to come in if they are funny/very attractive/have the gift of the gab. If you're warming to them quickly, you’re in danger of letting your guard down too fast.

Brush off all attempts at him trying to probe too deeply on your personal or sensitive stuff fast (looking for weak-spots 9/10) & respond to any attempts at negging you with blunt sarcastic witty jabs (no over emotional reactions like he worked you up). This shows you can handle fools assertively without getting worked up: you can give as good as you get.

This will either make him wind his neck in & make him stop his shit tests. He then will realise that you're not insecure or here for the BS, or he will escalate this in a bid to crack you & this will become a red flag to cut him off (he's insecure/out of his depth/trying to lower your self-worth).

Be aware that manipulative low value men are prone to selling you sob stories (about ex’s /their childhood) quick to make YOU respond by letting your guard down & revealing your weak spots - so be weary of this as this is often where we women slip up. He says something about his childhood issues & then we splurt out the deepest depths of ourselves. We are judging HIM remember - we already know ourselves - so let him prove himself over time before you truly let him in. Low value men know the prime door to get their foot in is through your emotions. Keep that in mind always. Hence why women who can emotionally self regulate/have discipline/hold high standards are DIFFICULT to manipulate long term - they have internal barriers in place which prevent them from investing once his mask slips. A savvy woman with experience of men, who has options & is not needy, is not gonna show her cards & play wifey fast- if she does, he knows she's REALLY into him & its gonna pump his ego, make him think he can sit back & get away with doing bare minimum. So make him earn it. Men are used to insecure over-emotional women being the norm & making them chase after/nag them- it bores them eventually...so be a challenge & make yourself stand out. It's going to make him curious why you have such high esteem & don't fall for or trust him easily. Show some restraint & keep your game face on, even if you really want to rip his clothes off or really like him, because you barely know this man, his intentions or his character. All of this could be a honeymoon phase or a persona yet.

They are going to start laughing & getting cocky if they think 'haha wow I bagged this girl out of my league quick, that didn't take much' & boy oh boy does that inflate a mediocre man's confidence- this is how their false ego gets built up. You need to bide some time getting to know his character before you start letting the guard down or cooking for him (wifey stuff) or letting him in your apartment quick (convenient for him to escalate to sex). If he starts acting up cos he paid for a measly date or 2 and starts talking about you 'treating' him now or joking about your 'turn'/ going halfsies when he is grown- just laugh in his face at the audacity & look around with the most unimpressed face like you're waiting for the joke- that will shut him up & he won't try that again. But I’d take that as a possible yellow flag he’s insecure, cocky or already resentful of the effort you require- likes he’s already considering whether the investment is worth his while. A confident high value man knows a high value woman is worth every penny- he knows the return on that investment is high- he is sure he has the qualities to keep that woman off the market so spending on dates to prove his generosity is a small price to pay to bah his dream girl. Like I said don’t take personal offence to this shit test- he might be worried he’s not enough of a man to keep you so he’s cautious of all this spending. But if he’s trying this shit test a lot- he is definitely low value/ not trying to commit & he’s likely trying to take you for a soft target to exploit. Believe me he will already know you’re high value, whether they are valuable enough to keep you off the market is another question. That’s for you to decide. It’s his risk if he wants to try to take a high value woman for a ride. Don’t feel bad you wasted his money if he’s happy to waste your time. No one told him to bat up this league, no one told him to lie.

Don't be flattered by lovebombing/ excessive compliments & mistake that for real chemistry. That 'too good to be true' gentleman act/dopamine rush is usually short lived, so stay weary until you're over that 3 month mark (he'll struggle to keep that up if he's bluffing - his attitude & real self will come out). A few compliments from him is totally fine but no 'omg you're absolutely stunning and amazing look at YOUUU!' all the time. It's fake and insincere & he's doing it deliberately to put you on a pedestal he will later dethrone. It’s also likely he sees you as a sexual object for an ego boost.

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Court of Miracles - Chapter 11 - Solstice of Change

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Luka stepped off the teleportation pad into the winter plaza. Snow fell from unseen clouds and didn’t dust the ground. Warmth surrounded him and the others that flooded the plaza for the event. Many of the families that arrived rushed straight to the main plaza where the families celebrate outside the manor the crown families dance and make merry within. His eyes scanned the crowd for the snakes, but they weren’t to be found. He turned around towards the enchanted winter forest to see the snakes that arrived head right for there.

Anarka tsked beside Luka. “Have they no shame? Their heir is right here, and they run off to find that beastly girl.”

Luka flinched. “R-right. Uh, Mom? I’m going to see Adrien. I think you’ve kept us apart long enough.”

Anarka scoffed but didn’t fight Luka.

Luka bowed his head and head off into the forest. He trotted down the perfectly carved paths Mylene made into Adrien’s little frozen glade. Luka’s eyes widened at the frozen willow trees and their ice crystal leaves. They glistened in the bright silver moonlight that added to their beauty. He admired the trees when he heard laughter echo from further in. He trudged through the powder snow to a large frozen lake where a woman identical to Adrien skated around with other peacocks and families.

Luka grinned. “Adrienne!”

Adrienne stopped and grinned. She broke from her skating posse and tackled Luka into the snow. “Oh, my handsome snake! I’ve missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too, my dazzling peacock. How’ve you been?”

“Ugh, dreadful! I couldn’t see you for more than a week because of that stubborn mule of a mother of yours. Honestly, what mother would keep her son from seeing his partner?”

“Apparently Anarka. I suppose it’s just… the snake way.”

“Well, she should get used to me by now. I am your mate, which makes that mule my mother-in-law, unfortunately. But enough about me for once. How are you? How is your injury?”

“Healing well. It’s just been boring since Anarka has kept me holed up in the snake district and away from the others considering Sass’s warning. It definitely would have been better with you there.”

Adrienne smirked and cuddled closer to Luka. “Perhaps we could skip out on that stupid ball. It is the same every year and I’m sure we won’t be missed. We usually aren’t.”

“It’s tempting, love, but I need to see Juleka. This is the first time for a lot of things, and I want the night to go well for her.”

“Well, I’ve not heard good things so far. I’ve had droves come over to my little glade from hers as they whine and complain about it being boring and not very festive. Those same people are saying you should have done the preparations instead of her.”

Luka grimaced. “How little they realize. Between you and Mylene, I don’t actually prepare anything.”

“Maybe, but at least we made it fun.”

“Have you seen what hers is?”

“Well, no, but I can only imagine with what a kill joy she is.”

Luka pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. “Let’s go look.”

“What? Why? Can’t we just cuddle?”

“Later. I have to see for myself.”

Adrienne groaned but followed Luka as they treaded from the glade, through the forest, and approached the snake glade. They shuddered as a cold breeze wrapped around them as they neared the barren trees. They looked into the glade to see several large bonfires around the outside with yule log piles near each fire. Many members of the snake family had already gathered around the fires and rested beside them as they basked in the warmth. In the center was a raised smooth stone platform dusted with uneven piles of snow. Juleka sat on the platform in naga form with a full body veil around her that he assumed kept her warm. Other snakes sat on and around the platform in a solemn moment before they retreated to the fires. As each went to the fires, they grabbed a yule log and tossed it in.

“Wow. I can see why so many are saying this is boring. Where’s the fun? Where’s the music? Where’s the everything? It’s all gloomy and depressing. Just like-.”

“Death,” Luka finished.

“Yeah, that. C’mon, let’s go back to my glade.”

“I’ll catch up with you. Let me just… pay my respects.”

Adrienne pursed her lips but didn’t stop Luka.

Luka stepped lightly through the hard, crunchy snow. He approached the platform and saw it was a dark stone, almost black with a snake scale texture. He tilted his head but knelt at the base and curled up on a corner of it. He let out a sigh as the quiet mixed with the occasional crack and pop of a bonfire and hushed buzz of the other snakes wrapped around him.

Luka relaxed as he let his mind wander as he enjoyed the moment of solace. Away from the main family, away from Anarka, in a safe haven away from it all. It felt right being in this space. It wasn’t fun and festive, but it was what he experienced in every winter in the mundane world. Cold, harsh, but quiet. It allowed for these moments of rest and thought.

Guilt gnawed at Luka at the missed opportunities. That Juleka’s powers never developed sooner. That they treated her the way they did. She didn’t deserve any of it. She was family and deserved so much better. Even now that her powers had emerged and she’s everything the Elders had longed for, there was so much push back that he didn’t understand.

Luka understood that Juleka’s pain and past had inflicted deep wounds on her. Her lashing out, her hurting him, everything was just her reacting to that pain they had caused. He wanted to make things right. He wanted to see her happy and where she always belonged. In the court, as the snake heir. It was her right by birth, yet they forced it on him still.

Luka couldn’t wrap his head around it. The Elders were desperate to have a return to form. To bring back power to the court. They needed the few Highborns in power to achieve that. They needed to make more Highborns to ensure their vision. Keeping him as heir harmed their goal. It hindered the snakes that loved Juleka. It robbed them of what they should be doing. It would return them to that they sought. They had to look no further for evidence than this right here.

This area, this glade, it was everything the winter solstice should be. Luka knew that. Winter was a time of quiet and reflection. It wasn’t meant to be thrilling or exciting. It was when everything returned to seed and rested in death before it could return. Everything here was what the celebration should be, but Juleka was still dismissed for this. They would rather he “prepare” a frivolous party with meaningless nothings than truly appreciate the season for what it was: death.

Luka looked up at Juleka with tear-filled eyes. She deserved so much more. He wanted to give her so much more. He just wanted to be happy. To see her smile like she did when they were kids. To welcome him again with open arms. To make up for all the wrong he ever did. He didn’t want her to hate him. He didn’t want her to curse his name. He just wanted to be a family again. He wanted his sister back, but he didn’t know how to get her back.

A gentle hand touched Luka’s shoulder. He jumped and looked over at Adrienne knelt beside him. She opened her mouth, looked at Juleka, then at Luka.

“It’s time. The Solstice Dance is about to begin.”

The platform shifted as Sass raised his head as a monstrous anaconda. Adrienne grimaced and hid behind Luka while Luka bowed his head to Sass. He glanced up as Juleka moved down towards the forest. He watched the shadow of her silhouette pass by, uncertain if she saw him there or if she cared. Sass transformed into his human form and followed Juleka out of the glade. The other snakes that were around the faux platform moved over to the bonfires.

“Luka, we don’t have to join them. Like I said, they won’t notice. I mean, Anarka might, but no one else will.”

“What about Juleka though?”

Adrienne opened her mouth, then shut it. “You really are worried about her, aren’t you?”

“Of course. She… I just… I… I don’t want her to be alone anymore.”

“Well, if we’re going to go, let’s go. We’ll keep an eye on her together.”

“Thank you, Adrienne. Truly.”

“Yeah, well, it’s important to you, so it’s important to me.”

Luka smiled and kissed Adrienne. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Forever?”

“And for always.”

Juleka hid in a dark room while she listened to the clamor of partygoers rush into the ballroom. Her nerves ate away at her with each long minute that passed. Sass materialized beside her in his kwami form.

“You know, hiding in a closet isn’t going to make this any easier.”

“Would you just hush? I’m just… I’m just trying to psyche myself up.”

“What has you anxious?”

“The whole ass party. I know we talked about this, rehearsed, covered my remaining powers, the whole everything, but I’m just nervous.”

“Look, best advice I can give you is let’s get this over with. I don’t want to be around these people any longer than necessary.”

“Fine, but I’m keeping the veil on.”

“Oh, come on! We spent hours on your dress, makeup, everything.”

“I know, but what if they gawk at me? What if they trash my outfit? What if they think it’s too immodest? Not that I care, but I mean, I don’t want all to think that.”

“Mylene?”

Juleka blushed and looked away.

“Juleka, you’re talking about the heir to the kwami that doesn’t believe in such coverings, and I have to fight with her to show some semblance of decency despite her very nature. I don’t think Mylene will care.”

“Fine. How about… how about I enter the ballroom all mysterious and you take the veil off? Sound good?”

“Fine. Let’s get going. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be, and I know you don’t either.”

Juleka nodded and took several deep breaths. She squirmed her way out of the closet into the hallway. She took slow steps the closer she got to the ballroom. She peered into the massive room and the horde of partygoers.

“I don’t think I can do this,” Juleka muttered.

Sass transformed and took his human form. “You can. I’ll be there with you. Let’s do this together.”

Sass offered his arm to Juleka who took it. She took a deep breath as he led her into the room. She kept her eyes forward as heads turned towards her. The crowd parted as the other heirs stepped forward. She grimaced as Sass stopped and tugged at her veil. She gulped hard as she looked at their fluffy, bright, and festive clothes. Marc made his way through and stepped out front.

“Juleka! I’m glad to see you join us. Families, members of the court, I’m-!” Marc started.

“I present the first Highborn snake since the time of plague and pestilence. The first shifter the court has seen in millennia. My preferred heir, Juleka Couffaine!” Sass announced.

Sass tore off the veil that shrouded Juleka. Silence gripped them like death as they gawked at Juleka. She wore a ragged black dress with the back torn down to her hip, the skirt in tatters with a rip clear up the front to just below her hip, and ombre stockings and gloves that petered out around her shoulders and thighs that made her look diseased. The turquoise of her hair was gone, and her pitch-black hair draped around her like a heavy veil. The top half of her face was covered with a dull iron snake skull mask and her eyes hidden behind black fabric in the mask.

Juleka took a sharp breath and held her head high. The other heirs and the crowd buzzed while Marc paled, and Felix glared at her. She took a gingerly step on her tiptoes as she exaggerated her movement to mirror her moving as a naga, putting more sway into it. She felt Sass close to her as they took a place on the dance floor. Sass offered his hand. She took a deep breath and took it. The floor cleared, music started again, and the lights dimmed.

Juleka and Sass nodded as they danced to the slow, somber tune. Darkness was cast upon the crowd while the only light was on the empty dance floor. The light lost its warmth and turned a cold blue like death. She shivered as cold filled the area that was chased away by the magic of her clothes. She tried to focus on Sass but couldn’t ignore the soft whispers through the darkness.

Juleka had heard them since the festivities started. Nearly everyone that entered her glade left as soon as they saw the true nature of winter. They made their disgust known, berated her, jabbed that Luka should have been the planner, and more. The only people that didn’t turn away from the truth were the snakes, the ones like her. Even Luka didn’t turn away but embraced the season.

The music hastened to a harsh, guttural, and haunting melody. Juleka closed her eyes as she trusted Sass to this part of the dance as they had practiced. Their movements became swift and deadly as they glided around the floor. The whispers faded as she fell to her thoughts.

The snakes didn’t judge Juleka. She watched as they were confused but embraced it. They needed no instruction and knew what to do. She had watched as each one came, expected them to leave without all the fun party festivities, but they stayed. They partook in her solace and reflection before they joined others at the yule bonfires. Amongst all the surprise was when Luka joined the solace.

Juleka had watched him like a hawk. She didn’t trust his intention and waited for him to belittle and berate her, but it never came. She watched him take part in the quiet. She watched him reflect. When she saw the sorrow and despair in his tear-filled eyes when he looked at her, she was confused. He never looked at her like that before. She wanted to believe it was a trick, but it felt too honest, too sincere to be a trick.

The music entered their crescendo as Sass took over the dance. Juleka allowed her body to go completely limp to imitate a dead body. She reveled in the ghastly whispers of the court as they bore witness to their macabre dance. They shared in the same remarks she had heard all evening, but it felt different here. This time, it was her that was ruining their mood. It was her that was reminding them what the season truly is. And she wouldn’t let them forget it.

Sass and Juleka’s dance came to an end as Sass dipped Juleka and let her fall. The crowd all gasped when Sass caught her arm when she was not an inch from the ground. He lowered her to the floor and placed her hands on her stomach. He took her veil and covered her body, then picked her up. He headed for the exit when Marc called out.

“Where are you going? The party has just started.”

Sass stopped. “We won’t take part in this frivolous revelry anymore. You all should be ashamed you even allow this to continue.”

“I don’t understand. It has always been this way, Sass.”

Sass opened his mouth when Juleka rose up. She tore off her veil, jumped out of his arms, and faced the crowd.

“You have forgotten your ways long ago. You ignore the truths to indulge in frivolous nonsense. Do any of you have any idea what winter really means?” Juleka challenged.

“It’s a season of celebration, when we release unwanted habits, prepare for new beginnings, and usher in special energies, positive and negative.”

“And that is where you are wrong. Every single one of you. Winter is time of quiet, reflection, and rest. It is the season where all returns to seed and the world is covered in a blanket of death. And once the death has passed, life finds its way back in the spring. Instead, you squander the season and what it offers on these parties. It’s no wonder the court has fallen so low. It’s no wonder you’ll never see another Highborn or shifter like me!”

Juleka’s breath caught when she realized the words that escaped her. The entire audience gasped and was in a fit over her words. She opened her mouth but stopped herself. She turned and headed to the exit. She stopped at the door and looked back at everyone.

“Enjoy your little party… and your own slow death!”

Juleka stormed out while the ballroom behind her was in an uproar. She ignored them as she left the mansion and stepped out into the main square. The other families stopped and gawked at her. The other snakes perked up and rushed up to her.

“My Lady, what brings you out here?” a young woman asked.

“I’m returning to my solace. You are all free to join me, if you wish to indulge in what this season offers. If you’d rather squander it, then stay out of my glade.”

Juleka continued through the plaza to the forest. She glanced behind her to see the snakes followed her, but no others. She breathed a small sigh of relief. She didn’t want the other families to join her. She just wanted those like her.

Juleka’s step faltered before she corrected her stride. The thought surprised her. Her as one of these snakes? She had spent the past couple of weeks refuting and denying them, but here she embraced them. She saw how much like them she was. Or rather, how much like her they were. A smile tugged at her lips at that thought.

Juleka held her head higher than before as she led her family to her solace.

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Love One Another (As I Have Loved You)

Continuation to Finding God and Divine Wrath

Rating: M; minors, pass your way.

Category: F/M

Fandom: The Young Pope

Relationship: Lenny Belardo x F!Reader

Tags: language, sexy times drowned into metaphors, angst, unrequited (?) love, Chrismas mass, Reader smokes cigaret and has hair long enough to get pulled; TW: rejection, loneliness. Read as "The author chose not to warn for content, or Archive Warnings could apply, but the author has chosen not to specify them" on AO3. Don't hesitate to message me to get more informations if you want to read this story but don't feel like starting it without full warnings.

Words: 873

Notes: Set before Lenny became pope, but after he became Cardinal and the Archbishop of New York. Don't blame me, blame the Noots (don't, for I love my Noots).

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This is ridiculous.

You and Lenny… It has always been complicated. You’re both piggy-headed and have far too much pride for anything between the two of you being a bed of roses, even without considering his situation. But this outdoes all the shit you’ve come through.

There, on a Christmas day, you’re chain-smoking on your couch while glaring at your TV. Monseigneur Belardo is celebrating mass into St Patrick’s Cathedral before thousands of believers, since the whole affair is broadcasted on TV. And truly, this is ridiculous.

He’s been babbling for almost an hour now, about love, and peace, and forgiveness and you would laugh your heart out if you weren’t so goddamn mad. Please, Lenny Belardo doesn’t know shit about peace and has never practiced forgiveness. As for love… He shouldn’t be authorized to even spell the fucking word.

The first time you fucked Lenny, long before he became the a Cardinal and the Archbishop of New York, it wasn’t about love. Transgression, yes; sacrilege, certainly; but “love” was never mentioned. But when he cupped your hips in his large, almost trembling hands to receive the bestowal of your body like he would hold the chalice with the wine become blood of Christ; when he came to your altar as often - in not more - as he went to Jesus’ one, maybe it didn’t need to be told? Maybe Lenny didn’t need words and labels to love you.

What a fool you have been.

When Lenny’s been called to a “higher destiny” than the one he had in your humble city, you followed him. No question asked. You left your job and you sold your house and you came to New-York, ready for a new life, and you weren’t afraid, for Lenny was with you. Should have been with you.

But you wouldn’t believe what a fucking cardinal has to do. Meetings, business trips, phone calls to one end of the world and then the other. Masses, benedictions, public appearances, preachings… Maybe he has some time to pray, while he’s brushing his teeth…

He didn’t have time for you, and his secretary was beginning to be rude with you; when she hung up on you after one too many calls to his office, you lost it. You went to his place and cried for him until the security came and tried to make you leave and Lenny stopped them. For the first time in weeks, he finally was before you.

You weren’t prepared to get sermonized.

“This is my life, now”, he has said, “I’m a servant of God and I must honor Him”.

And it hurts you to think back about it now, the tears in your eyes and the tremor in your voice when you told him “I thought you loved me”. What a stupid thing to say in the first place…

“I only love God.”

Now, it seems laughable how, the closer to God he thinks to get, the more his heart desiccates. It didn’t make you laugh, then.

To see him spout all that nonsense in front of an adoring audience, it riles you up. You can feel it simmer low in your belly. Isn’t he pretty, that bastard, all in white; an albino peacock doing a cartwheel in front of its court. And that smile… You’ll never get tired of that smile. It calls troubles, fun troubles; a bratty behavior met with a few, powerful slaps and a punishing pace. You can almost still feel his hand pulling on your hair.

Fuck, you liked it when he lost control over himself and get a little rough with you. You suspect he came harder when he could see tears rolling down your cheeks.

As the choir ends and Lenny comes back to his pulpit, opening his arms and making his voice vibrate through the cathedral, you can’t help but rub your thighs together. It’s been too long. And why not, after all? Isn’t Christmas about love? It would be relevant, for once, giving yourself some love on Christmas day, yeah? So you drown out Lenny’s soliloquy - the man has always been his better audience, anyway - and let your fingers play another anthem; your eyes never leaving his angelic face.

You push yourself over the edge quickly, never better served than by yourself, yeah? Well… It’s efficient, at least. In a haze you see the assembly get up and turn to each other to shake hands, kiss on the cheeks - sometimes both - and Lenny stays there, petrified. Alone, standing high in a storm of people bending toward each other, let in peace to witness his fellow human beings show affection to one another. Just as he asked them to.

And, once again, you would laugh - if you couldn’t feel your heart shattering into your chest. He looks both so majestic and lonely in the center of that magnificent cathedral, surrounded by those ethereal lights. You miss him.

Not five minutes after the end of the Service, as you’re still breathing a little hard, your phone lights up and starts to vibrate. You shouldn’t pick up, not after the crap he dumped on you.

You shouldn’t pick it up.

You shoul-

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galpalaven · 2 years ago

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look as a character-driven writer who specializes in this stuff. here is what I think Shang Tsung is like in a relationship

this man is a Sugar Daddy. i don't know how to say this any clearer. he is dressing his partner up like a trophy. he wants them looking as hot as physically possible. he wants everyone in the room to see what is his and know that it is his and that they can't have it

he likes banter and he values wit and cunning above all else. if someone can't keep up with him intellectually he is bored and has no time for it I'm sorry they gotta be charming and underhanded a lil bit or he isn't even going to look twice at them

kinky. he's a shapeshifter with evil magic powers. what more can I say here. if you're interested in a list I can provide that but fjkdls man is not. not really a soft lover.

that being said he does peacock constantly and this can come off as being very physically affectionate in public. this is not exactly affection as much as it is staking a claim. he wants everyone else to see him lavishing attention on his partner and be jealous

I reaalllly don't think that he would be able to be in a relationship with someone that isn't able to somehow prove themself as an equal or near equal in power and/or wits. he'd be bored. he looks down on people. he has an ego. make of that what you will.

again, I cannot emphasize this enough, he is the type to view a partner as a possession. this could come in many forms but definitely probably comes with jewelry. necklaces especially. please understand the subtext I am throwing at you here jfdkls

like I do believe he can feel love and be soft but it would have to be someone who has been around him for like. centuries. this is the slowest of slow burns. he has to get past seeing this person as a toy or a pawn and to seeing them as an equal to feel genuine love. its possible but I am talking 500k slowburn here

this man takes "flirting with danger" literally which is why, again, I think a partner for him would have to be powerful either magically/physically and prove themself that way or they would have to be smart as fuck. the banter would be so much fun to write he is a smart little bitch and I love him but he is constantly using everyone for something always

shang tsung is a lil bitch and he is also like. oh my god constantly everything he does is ultimately for himself and if someone can make themself more appealing to him alive than as a soul to devour then they've got a great chance but they would need to be aware of how he is thinking at all times and not push "feelings" onto him until like. someone had probably better be dying he will not admit to going soft for anything because showing weakness is like The Worst Thing Ever

feel like im going in circles now but yeah lmao

lemme know if you want shang tsung kinks list ig??? jfdsklfj??

#shang tsung #mortal kombat #mortal kombat shang tsung #mk11 #mk headcanons #mortal kombat headcanons #idk how to fkn tag this

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imthepunchlord · 11 months ago

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Ok, so I'm just gonna apologize in advance, I'm sorry, I know you're probably sick of these types of asks. I was gonna wait till call the polls were done, but since you've been talking about how you've already started brainstorming ideas, it like I should probably just say this idea sooner rather later. So, have you considered using the power system you used for your A Declaration of Love and in your old "Miraculous Fox and Peacock powers" post. I felt it would be fitting since these new powers (like the ones in that fic and post) are based on the animal's symbolism, and this setup could allow for multiple powers. Plus, these new versions of the miraculous feel much like a return to back to how we thought the miraculous would be before season two so it could feel fitting.

Nah don't worry about it. And votes seem to be slowing down for the polls, and I've been itching to get brainstorming so might as well get into it.

With these polls, and plans being made to change, I've actually been gradually rewatching Miraculous, taking notes on eps and on characters to refresh myself and it's just taking me back to that time before s2, and just how creative and fun it was to get into ML fanworks. As it gave us so little info we had to get creative.

Like, on artist who used to do really cool ML art suspected Wayzz was a Grasshopper before we got the confirmation of him being a Turtle.

And man I found I enjoyed those days more, as what a lot of people thought of was far more interesting and fun than what we got. And everything that came post s2 really kinda railroaded us and stifled that creativity.

And a lot of the things brought in were:

Frustrating, like Miraculous are more powerful for adults, which why did Fu pick 2 kids and not do anything to help even the playing field? And we got the confirmation he has 16-17 Miraculous on him, why did he release the very two Gabriel needed? Especially as, arguably, Cat's just not that necessary for facing the Butterfly. Also! There's honestly more powerful perks to misusing a Miraculous, why are they so easy to misuse? And according to Paris Special, why is it that Miraculous are willing to gradually kill off kids misusing them, but won't do anything to adults who misuse them? This is all rigged.

Pointless, like the potions, which aren't really "power ups" but just suit changes. Changes that Miraculous already naturally do as the suit comes down to the user. If someone loves ice skating and it's naturally integrated into their suit, the Ice Potion is pointless.

And just entirely baffling: the entirety of the Rabbit, and Alix, a 15 yo girl, being made to be the Timekeeper, live away from her family and friends to manage the timeline, which, why is that being given to a human? Who are going to be biased and not neutral, made worse to be given to a 15 yo who's not fully matured, and clearly we see her involving herself in the timeline which I'm not sure she should be doing as that's influencing outcomes. And why did they even think a time traveling Miraculous was a good idea? That power is so OP and can get so easily complicated you can get a headache trying to make sense of what they rolled out with it. And honestly, what does time traveling have to do with Alice in Wonderland? If they wanted to really reference AiW with Rabbit, I would've voted dream hopping, cause dreams are wild, imaginative, chaotic, and nonsensical. And that could've worked in ties to the moon as people sleep at night, and that could've been tied to healing too, as dreams can be tied to the subconscious, and you could've done something with dream influence and help people face what they're dealing with. Or if Rabbit had to be another time related Miraculous, do something with influencing the flow of time, either slowing it down so the user appears to be going fast, or speeding up the motion of the user and others and objects.

Tangent aside, I am going to be aim to dismiss and change a lot of what canon has brought in and just kinda go back to working off those old days. I am planning on working off a lot of animal symbolism and myth, and some details that Thomas has rolled out I'll consider (like Pied Piper was a Fox, which suggests Fox should have also have a power tied to hypnosis/subconscious suggestion through music). And just go back to those days where we were more creative and better worked off the possibilities with animals. And ideally do some uniqueness that's not going to have a lot of similar powers, aside from healing and mass restoration, as I feel if there's going to be any repeated powers, those would make the most sense.

I will give ADoL a reread (cause it's been years and typically when I get a fic done, it goes out of my mind as I'm not giving anymore attention to it, so I don't remember everything with it); and it's just a little funny as this is the fic that gets brought up to me the most on relating to Miraculous and kwami changes. Like, Nobody has mentioned to me that Juuno was their favorite take on the Peafowl kwami's personality before canon rolled out ditzy and emotional Duusu. Which maybe got toned down post fixing? I'm not sure. Either way, it gets brought a lot and I don't remember everything so I'll be giving it a reread to refresh myself.

#ask Punchie #ml salt #miraculous changes

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elderflowerchampagne · 19 days ago

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180 (12/1)

Not much to report from this visit except I got briefly locked in one of the fifth floor bathrooms, and for one terrifying moment had a flash-forward of my desiccated corpse being discovered years later like a mummy. Thankfully that did not happen, but if it had I would have went the way I wanted to go.

Goodbye, wonderful nurse. I never noticed before that the bookends in her 1:1 room are Scottish terriers.

I've developed a late-in-the-game tradition with myself of turning the dictionary on Grace's desk to "gratitude" whenever I'm there. It's page 208.

181 (12/22 early)

Jeeeeeeeeeesus Christ. Gonna be honest, folks: I thought we were a goner. Like all of us, I spent the 10 days of the shutdown obsessively refreshing Discord and getting no work done. I guess I should have had more faith.

Still, the shutdown made it real to me in ways it hasn't been all this time. I've never cried in this building, because I've never been anything but happy to be there, and I haven't cried this whole year because as long as they kept extending and jerking us around it wasn't real. But on the last night of the shutdown I sat alone in my apartment in Connecticut and cried. This was always going to be a terribly painful loss, and now that it's real I still can't quite find the words to mourn it.

By the time they let us in I was so overwrought and sad and relieved and sad and incredulous and overjoyed and sad that I just kind of stumbled in hands first making an unholy "huhhhhhhh" sound until I crashed against the bar and ordered an absinthe. And where will I crash after January 11?

I've begun to say my goodbyes to individual spaces, starting with Duncan's bedroom. I don't usually spend an awful lot of time there, so I never noticed before that the fire screen is in the shape of a peacock's tail. Hecate's influence pervades all. I also saw the shaving scene for the first time in years - I wish I'd seen more of it.

A rare Andrea Murillo bar appearance! So many of my all-time best McKittrick moments involve her, and what an absolute joy to have her back in these last few months.

182 (12/22 late)

Because I haven't learned anything in 13 years and it's too late to change now, I came charging out of the building and immediately booked a ticket for the late show. Doubles are not usually my thing, I've only ever done two before. But as we near the end, and especially after the last permit debacle, I feel compelled to wrap myself up in this place.

Aces were let in later than I've ever seen before - I was making my way down to the ballroom only to run into Lady Macduff already on her way back up.

Taylor is a wonderful Lady Macduff. She spends her last few minutes at home on top of the china cabinet rocking back and forth muttering the Hail Mary, which incidentally is how I spent the past two weeks. She also mumbles, "Daddy?" when she's drunk in the lobby.

The Christmas decorations made me pay attention to lighting in ways I never really have. The silhouette of Lady Macduff looking in the mirror against the warm light of her vanity lamp is A++.

I never noticed before that as Hecate prepares to rave you hear a swarm of birds approaching.

Goddamn, McNally Porter! I remember following him in the summer of 2012, and back then he called Agnes a bitch when she took the note back up to Hecate. This time he waved good-bye happily as she stormed off. Guess the years have mellowed him. He was also great fun to watch during the reset, which is not something I'm usually around for. He does a routine with his jacket and the mic stand similar to Mrs Vaudeville's coat act in Life and Trust.

I never noticed before that the horrifying seed pod flowers in the taxidermy case are grown in Hecate's apothecary.

I think the sixth floor is different now - I suspect because of fire marshall stuff. The route is more circuitous and the music plays for longer. The only reason I realized this was I was ready to get into the chair only to have my head thud against the wall. There are also pinpoints of light now, so it looks like the intro to The Twilight Zone.

You know, it's never really occurred to me what a miracle it is this place ever even came to be. I was looking at pictures from the nightclub days and thought, "Oh. The reason they set up a bar under the ballroom balcony during parties is there used to be one there." I think I just kind of figured this place was mythical, has stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. But obviously, logically, I have always known that not to be the case. And time marches on and thus must we all. We don't have to like it, just have to do it.

183 (1/26) early

This visit gave me Covid. It was worth it anyway. Mask up!

It's amazing and terrifying how precious ordinary things become right before we lose them. So many times this past week I've found myself staring into space thinking, "I want to remember how the strip of marble on the cash register in Paisley Sweets has the lower right corner cracked off. I want to remember how the portrait of the guy in Agnes' room looks like a president but I never figure out who he was. And the framed photo of two Black women on the desk. And the cookies in the Macduff apartment, and the baby Jesus with the bloody face. What if I forget the specific sound my feet made kicking a loose cobble on Gallow Green? All the ipecac. And the wafers in the fifth floor chapel. The thing in the apothecary that looks like a samovar, but why would it be? I have to remember remember remember oh god not ready not ready oh god."

Concurrent with that is the choking terror that I've done it all wrong. Why did I never warm up to Fulton? Why didn't I drink whiskey instead of martinis? (I know why: see Halloween 2016). Why didn't I do full loops instead of pinballing around all the time? Anyway, the conclusion I've come to is I have to put all that to bed. Let it go. I can't spend our last precious few hours clutching at things and talking to the walls and kissing every doorknob goodbye. Here's what it comes down to: This place and these people have been a massive, massive part of my life for a long, long time. I am deeply sad and deeply grateful. It has been a privilege. May we say goodbye with grace and joy.

All that said, this was a beautiful, full visit. Andrea was matron, so I figured it was as good a time as any to say goodbye to the hut. That was where this place first got its hooks into me, in May 2012, second visit, Mia Mountain/Matron saying, "No more tears. This will make you feel better." And goddamn if it didn't.

I'm not sure if this was intentional, but Andrea/Matron and Jenn P/Nurse both hold their fingers in the same position as the Infant of Prague statuette on the Macduff children's dresser.

This visit also marked goodbye to Hecate. I've never followed Gabrielle before but she's great. I used to have a way of remembering which way to run down the stairs after getting the note, because one side would put you with the porter, and the other would get you stuck on the wrong side of Lady Macduff's murder. It's been long enough since I got any Hecate 1:1s that I forgot which way it was, and I did indeed get stuck.

Banquo! One of my major regrets is never becoming a serious devotee of his. Pretty sure the woman literally breathing down my neck during the luggage solo was the one who gave me covid, so thanks, lady. I hadn't gotten the 1:1 in years - definitely not since reopening and probably not for a few years before that. It was nice to be able to say hello and goodbye to that room. I was happy to see they still had Rebecca's negligee. Those were happy days and I will go to my grave insisting that Danvers 100% DID SO slip a piece of ice into my boot that one time in like 2015.

Of COURSE the shot pheasants hanging in the porter's area are a The Birds reference. I also never noticed before that the porter (or someone associated with the hotel) is apparently named Norman, as evidenced on the letterhead by the lockers.

I checked to see if the scary baby doll is still there in its locker - thrilled to death to say it is.

So now here I am. In my childhood bedroom surrounded by lockets and masks and all the trappings of the thing that has been most precious to me for the last 13 years. In 24 hours it will be gone. I'm not feeling particularly articulate tonight, so I'll just reiterate what I said earlier. Thank you for the years, beloved old place. May we say goodbye with grace and gratitude.

-K

#sleep no more

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garbinge · 1 year ago

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Watching Time

Pacho Herrera x Chepe Santacruz For the @narcosfandomdiscord October Prompts. Day 9 - Day of Gay: Create anything devoted to an LGBTQ+ character. Summary: Morning bliss with these guys. Word Count: 800 words Warnings: All my fics are 18+, regardless of content. Alludes to sexual situations. A/N: I had so much fun with this!!!! Also I PROMISE to catch up on everyone's fics!!! work has been crrrraaazzzzyyyyyy but I'm hoping to catch up soon!

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“You know that bike is going to kill you one day.” Chepe was shirtless, leaning against the headboard of the bed as he lit a cigarette.

“You think about that bike more than you think about me.” Pacho was walking back from the bathroom, his short boxer briefs being the only thing on his body.

“I think about you on that bike.” Chepe said as he looked Pacho up and down, the smoke exhaling from his mouth.

“If I wanted to be safe I would have chosen a different profession.” Pacho was now getting dressed. The disappointment was apparent on Chepe’s face as Pacho went from naked to fully clothed.

“You can retire.” Chepe’s eyebrows were raised now, like the idea he had was so brilliant he was wondering why he didn’t come up with it sooner.

Pacho didn’t even entertain that comment with any response let alone a glance in his direction. He continued getting ready, placing the gold watch that Chepe gifted him a few months back.

“I’ll buy you more watches. It’ll be great, you can stay home and watch the time pass, very peaceful, it’ll add years to your life.” The frown on Chepe’s face wasn’t one of disconcert but of ease, like his request was reasonable.

“And waiting for you to come home will take them right off.” Pacho was turning around to look at Chepe now as he buttoned his sleeves with cufflinks.

“Come back to bed and let me take all of that off.” Chepe was pushing the blanket on the empty side of bed down as an open invitation to Pacho.

Pacho leaned forward, his knee touching the mattress so he could reach Chepe’s face. Inches away, tensions high, Pacho moved his hands up to the button on his shirt and closed his eyes to leave a soft, tender kiss on Chepe’s lips. As he pulled away, Chepe leaning in for more instinctually, Pacho spoke up at a whisper.

“No.”

Chepe’s eyes blinked open immediately, the frustration and shock were quickly moving in and leaving a less than happy expression on his face. Pacho took the whole thing humorously, a chuckle left his mouth before he finished buttoning the silk peacock blue shirt and kicked off the bed.

“A la gran puta.” The words weren’t yelled, just mumbled as a slightly disgruntled and now sexually frustrated man realized he got played.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Pacho was still smiling, clearly satisfied with his act of teasing.

Chepe just rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissive way, not to blow him off but to show he was still grumpy regardless of the promises to come.

Pacho quickly made his way over and kissed Chepe again, the movement was so swift that Chepe was taken off guard by it but quickly took his hand to cup Pacho’s face. It was the hand with the cigarette still in it, so he was careful where his fingers landed but wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to kiss Pacho goodbye. Their passionate embrace lasted a few seconds before Pacho pulled away to speak against his lips.

“Burning my shirt is just going to piss me off, not keep me here longer.”

Chepe smiled now, “You’re fun when you’re mad.”

The comment earned him a slight push just before Pacho made his way to the bedroom door. Chepe stayed in bed, laughing while he brought the last of the cigarette to his mouth, fully relaxed and at peace with the morning he shared with Pacho. The sound of the door opening but not closing made Chepe look over to see Pacho taking one step backwards, hand still on the door as he looked over his shoulder towards Chepe.

“You know, you love laying in bed so much, I’ll buy you watches and maybe you could retire.” The smirk was growing on his face while it was fading from Chepe’s. “Feel free to watch the time while you wait for me to get home.”

Before another word could be spoken from either of them, Chepe grabbed one of Pacho’s silk pillows and threw it at the door that was rapidly closing on the other side. His laughs could be heard as he descended down the stairs.

Chepe annoyingly looked around the room and the bed before making the same frown he had early, one of ease, like Pacho’s request was just the slightest bit reasonable.

“I could watch the time.” He shrugged as he slouched more in the bed and lit up another cigarette as he brought his arm up to check his diamond dial watch that Pacho had gotten him for his birthday.

“Feel the years being added to my life as the seconds pass.”

#Narcoctober #Narcos #Narcos Netflix #Chepe Santacruz #pacho herrera #Chepe x Pacho #Chepe Santacruz x Pacho Herrera #Pacho Herrera x Chepe Santacruz #Narcos Fanfiction #my writing #garbinge

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vampire-superstar · 1 year ago

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WELCOME BACK TO "I rate things because it's fun!"

Today we are rating full forms (?) Of characters but I have to be practical-ish

First off we have

Honestly, I can only say good things about him, this is by far my favorite design, however. I feel like they could've given him either a loincloth or harem pants, not both (I might be wrong and that's one piece) I still feel like it doesn't fit. It looks Arabian prince inspired (once more correct me if Im wrong), but the fur collar isn't add anything to the outfit. I feel like if they just accentuated his gold collar more it would have the same effect of fullness :]

Overall: 8.5/10

For some reason his png is huge so points off but even then, I want to draw attention to those sticks on his head. The bat bones? Kinda lacking. I feel like instead they should've just been tattered but other than that he's pretty cool. Tail might have to be fixed though

Overall: 9.5/10

First off when doing a quick glance compared to every other character, his demon form is the most traditional and simple. Because of this, I'm a little disappointed that the outfit didn't have much pop, you know? As the avatar of pride, you'd think you'd want his outfit to draw your eye but no ;( Instead of the flowy waistcoat maybe an actual peacock fan and more feather in his design. A problem you can't really fix but I feel like instead of to impress, he'd display the fan and open his wings to full size to look bigger and intimate

Overall: A disappointing 6/10

Much like Luci, his design looks more traditional and unlike him, his outfit makes up for it. However, my ONLY complaint is the orientation. It's good but not spread properly. All the detail seems to be drawn to the chest so maybe remove the jacket and do a full harness? Or do a full jacket with a harness peeking underneath. Also solid pants and combat boots to match

Overall: 9/10

For some reason all the pngs are different sizes idk how to fix it BUT not too many critiques on this. Just remove the jacket and go full turtleneck and suspenders. Or go full oversized hoodie. As usual, the pants are atrocious but they all are so no points off

Overall: Our first 10/10

A ten followed by an immediate -20. It's tacky and overpopulated like they added stuff and forgot they already had something there. It's atrocious and Asmo would never stand for this. The top should be without that collar (what's solomares obsession with non-practical ugly collars) and move the scorpion to his upper arm or turn it into a corset design. Scrap the quilt design and more evenly space the roses. Make the pant legs both black but add small chains and harnesses to get the same effect. Heels.

Overall: 🤢/10

This is atrocious for someone born from Luci. Putting aside my previous bias, it's an ok outfit. The top could slay but the pants drown it out. Bigass Gucci belt buckle also gots to go. Keep the boa because it's kinda cute. The tail looks like it pinches, no thanks. Keep that

Overall: 7/10

Not many complaints though it looks very similar to Mammon and Satan. Maybe not all three belts, just the one white one and the black one

Overall: 9.5/10

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I'm speechless. All of it looks like another opportunity that was wasted. Buckles, no, he's highwatering those pants, I know his ankles ashy. Why are your pants spotted? Why is there a random horseshoe?? Also please just erase the other eye, it looks like a ghost eye. WHY ARE HIS SLEEVES CUT OUT.

OVERALL: -100/10

I don't have the room for the angels but I'm giving Simeon a 9/10 and Luke an 8/10 just because I feel like there's more they could've done for an angel form than just white clothes. Wings at least.

Overall the Design Score for demon forms is: 67% kinda average, not much past good. Still decent though. Levi, Dia and Tan carried. Next up, everyday outfits! But like next week

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