#hellguarded

[lichthey-a]

❝ —–— normal day t' walk 'round smellin' like rotten eggs? ❞ // @hellguarded

[bclasaeg]

@hellguarded

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN 

[subdued-moderation]

Starter for @hellguarded

A night like any other, one would like to say. Streetlights lighting the roads, the relative quiet of a city interrupted mostly only by the sounds of cars and the occasional shout of someone out drinking or what have you...

But for one man in particular, he wouldn't be able to say that soon enough, staring up at the building in front of him from an alley across the way. Someone walks up from behind him, placing their hand on his shoulder.

"Ready for this, big guy? Quick in and out, should be done before the pigs realize! Easy job, easy money!" They grin, seeming confident in this plan.

The man just responds curtly. "Yes."

"Alright! You know the plan! Couple of my guys will follow behind you to hold the entrance. You know! Just in case someone gets nosey while you're doin' your thing."

He squints at them. "Long as they know our agreement."

They just make a face, rolling their eyes. "Tch...Yeah, yeah, mister personality. They'll get the memo." They back off, motioning him along. "Now get goin', we don't got all night!"

The man huffs, cracking his knuckles as he begins moving forward.

This will be a long night...

The report would come in to the authorities, some bystander spotting a small group of suspicious individuals entering the offices of some small tech company. One large man, then two more people a minute or two after. They appeared to be armed, though no gunshots have been heard.

The silent alarm has been tripped and attempts to call have been met with no answer. Something is also disrupting security footage. This was all within the last several minutes.

With no other option, dispatch radios for any officers close to the scene to investigate. Perhaps it's fate that the closest is a particular hound...

[theboonofchaos]

    " If it isn't the little puppy~ " Eris cooed, reaching out to caress the face of the hellhound. " Good boy~ "

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[sheyearns]

@hellguarded​b

        ALMOST---

        Yet, the breeze was too fast for her and her musical sheets escaped from the tip of her fingers. It was too late for her to run after it. The sheet was gone from her line of sight and Lacie had no choice but to admit defeat to the losing game. Even if she did run, she wouldn’t be fast enough. She’d trip on her feet during the heated chase and she’d be left off worse.

        Displeasion mixed with annoyance coursed through her body. All the hard work, hours of grind to find the best satisfaction for her new song but now gone, blown away in a mere seconds. 

        “Why does this have to happen? What do I do now?” For the first time in a while Lacie expressed her helplessness in verbal language, not knowing she wasn’t really alone.

[ekleipsi]

--- not me heavy breathing over this BOY, LOOK AT HIM!??!? PERCEIVE HIS FACE. @hellguarded is putting tiny borders on all my icons, i'm cri. like 1500 icons...

[unladielike]

" i'm… sorry? " he thought he'd been getting better at understanding the new modern slang. unfortunately, many liked to prove him otherwise at every corner.

                UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "Oh, great... it seems I'm stuck with a boomer," Vivian sighs. By that point, she was starting to feel a headache coming on, prompting her to slowly shift her fingers up beneath her bangs to massage her temple. "Okay, my brother in Christ, listen carefully... the whole reason you should not be dining alone at a Chinese restaurant is due to the fact the dishes there are meant to be shared; therefore, unlike with American dining culture, ordering an entirely separate meal is considered wildly unusual," she then begins to explain.

    "Seriously, you do not wanna get an entire steamed fish and eat it all by yourself unless you want to draw the stares of the non-white customers around you. Why, if you truly must have Chinese food, you should order takeout instead... do you comprehend?" In all honesty, it took such a huge amount of effort on her part to not tack on a 'capeesh' at the end, but somehow, Vivian manages to dial it back down a notch, which coming from her, was quite the impressive feat. Truly, he should be grateful she was nice enough to formalize her language so even he could understand it.

@hellguarded

[belliautore]

it was nice to sit down with emily for a cup of tea after… so long. he couldn't even remember how long. " i'm sorry that i just sort of… disappeared off the face of earth, " he chuckled, his voice lined with guilt; he couldn't even look her in the eyes, " i've had a lot going on… still do, actually. but it's nice to catch up. do you… still have aster in your care? " he didn't forget, the pet cat he'd once entrusted her.

ask the novelist / always accepting.

--- There was no hiding the depths of his guilt from her, the feelings he was harbouring towards himself ever blatant in the tone of his voice and the avoidance of her gaze. Emily was NEVER one to hold a grudge, though, and she only continued to smile REASSURINGLY at her companion -- hoping to convey that she held no ill will towards him with regard to his absence, she was simply grateful and utterly THRILLED to have him back. That was the important factor, that and knowing he was alright -- she sincerely hoped he was, anyway.

" ...You needn't apologise, though I do appreciate it. I was worried about you. " The hand which had been at rest by her teacup glided over to settle atop his in a GENTLE embrace, fingers curling into his palm ever so slightly. The witch wished nothing more than to exude warmth & care, wanting him to feel all of those positive feelings in the wake of his low mood. " Aster is perfectly fine. " There was a slight widening of her smile at the mention of the feline. " A little menace, especially when it comes to bothering Heathcliff, but a joy to have around....We've missed you, though. A lot. " Emily allowed a brief silence to befall them before taking a deep breath, squeezing his hand as she did so. " Please know that I'm here for you, Ignis - I always will be. "

/ @hellguarded

[sansloii]

ok so for koko idk i could see so many possibilities? def starting out with 💚 rivals progressing into more amicable 💛 platonic and then mAYBE ALSO either/or 💞 friends with benefits or 💕 unrequited love (likely from koko's side) iDK IF THEY'D EVER GET TO ❤️ ROMANTIC BUT IF SO I FEEL LIKE IT'D BE LOWKEY FUCKED UP BUT I'M HERE FOR THE POTENTIAL SORRY I HAVE THOUGHTS ABT THEM !!

rivals to friends to some complicated "will they? won't they?" situation is a rollercoaster on its own but with the added context that one is v much a cop the other is v much a criminal, it turns into the the coney island thunderbolt or some shit like that. 90 degrees up. 45 degrees down into a million loops.

from what we've talked about, it's likely how their relationship is going to go and i do like the idea of them going back and forth between friends and rivals and building up that rapport that could potentionally springboard them into friends with benefits ( which could be very.... very interesting c: possibly messy but we love mess ) or unrequited love ( because i know for a fact that koko might just elect to not act on any feelings she may or may not develop on a whim 'cause she's been burned and used so she's not putting herself in a vulnerable position without having someone do it first ).

if it evolves into something romantic, i 100% agree that it'd be lowkey fucked up. like on paper, it's just like "oh rivals > friends > some awkward "will they?" > romance"... but then i think about it and it's like... oooooo we can add all of ig and koko's hangups and problems into that awkward phase. or make a new phase called "don't look too closely" we can add what we discussed about... the weird devotion aspect the two of them could potentially develop towards each other too.

all in all, i think their dynamic would certainly be one with a lot of twists and turns. i think both of them would do an exceptional job of keeping each other on their toes--especially when it comes to who they are as people and their morals. and i have lots of thoughts about the two of them challenging each other on those aspects of themselves.

@hellguarded | what kinda relationships we talkin' here?

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

Darksiderstober 2024 Day 7+9: Quote and Angel

Had alot of stuff to do, but was able to crank out a digital piece combining two days! A quote from one of my fav angels, Uriel of the hellguard and her last words to Abbadon, someone she once respected and possibly loved...now calling him out for his betrayal. Mayhaps a sticker in the future, in the meantime just showing I'm not dead, just surviving a hurricane, all good😅. Still have some announcements so stay tuned!

Art is mine

Prompts by @imagine-darksiders

Prompts are here

[kitmon]

would love to see jonathan and eddie re-(because they TOTALLY knew each other the whole time) meeting 👀

or maybe even heather and eddie coming face to face (doesn’t have to be shippy—i just need to see them being haters in the same frame for sanity purposes)

Oh girl FINALLY an excuse to draw Heather! I love her so much it’s actually not even funny 😭

This is obviously not canon Heather, I love her too, but I dunno, I wanted to give some rep for the Afro-Latinas!

So I took elements of canon Heather and your OC Lisa from your moodboard and I kinda just mashed them together, I hope that’s alright!

[queenimmadolla]

lisa frankenstein but with lonely Eddie and zombie Heather.

[archersartcorner]

Totally understand this isn’t everyone’s thing, but unfortunately for y’all I love fucked up family dynamics, SO

[gonegrove]

the heather/eddie thesis statement.

[ekleipsi]

" i... transcribed some of them for you. "

it wasn't commonplace to see the hellhound so shy. the way he offered a small notebook to the avian, all the while refusing to meet his sharp gaze.

ignis had a tendency to write his poems in either greek or latin, languages he knew very few within his circle would be able to read. it didn't get any better with the fact that he was just as embarrassed to actually read them outloud.

it was... different from his stories. his poems came from a different place— a much more tender place, one that he remained sheepish about sharing with anyone. even when asked. even when prompted.

especially when they were directly inspired by, or addressed to someone in particular.

" you can... keep these. if you want to. " // ig & nao

--- Head tilted, surprised by the others offering. It was true, he wasn't used to seeing his husband so shy about offering the poetry; or even the stories. Often, Naoto had requested he read them to him, if they were in Greek- the language was a comfort to the avian before he'd even realized it. Just how much it grounded him; after his kidnapping, he'd come to appreciate the words even more. Ignis had always been there for him, been there to support him, to protect him and cherish him...Greek was just another way for Naoto to recognize his lover.

--- In every breath, in any language, in any life, he'd know Ignis. Naoto couldn't read Greek. Nor did he understand but a sparse few words- there was an elegance in the mystery, a charm in not knowing. It's why he'd never asked Ignis to teach him. Bright blues settled sweetly upon his lover, whose rubies would not meet his own, glittering sapphires crinkled slightly in mirth at the gesture.

--- ' You're usually so secretive about them... ' he said quietly, voice tender in its own right. The assassin, typically so cold and collected, so indifferent and detached from his own feelings, reached up to brush fingers along the angle of husband's jaw with a soft hum. ' Wonder what I did to deserve such a treat. ' he finished idly, before carefully curling his fingers around the notebook offered and hugging it close to his chest after a small inhale.

--- It felt heavy, the book in his grasp, for as thin as said notebook was, it bore such weight. The weight of thoughts, of feelings, of adoration and love- as well as doubts and insecurities, he was sure; lower tier was pulled between teeth, gnawed at in worry that some of these even held regrets...frustrations. When lover mentioned that he could keep them, he only squeezed the book tighter and nodded, a smile pulling at the corners of lips.

--- ' Good cause the second you handed it over, you weren't...actually going to get it back. Not for good or anything. ' he chuckled, before holding it out and aloft, opening the folds of papers and thumbing over a handful of them. True to explanation, Grecian words were made legible in Russian so he could understand their meaning...and he smiled idly at the one he allowed gaze to pass over, before tipping orbs up to husband's own. ' Will you read me some, yourself? ' he asked after a pause, tilting his head with hopeful look.

[shieldofiron]

I’m back to thinking about Eddie being Heather’s secret fuck buddy. She should get nerd dick as a treat she works hard.