#hi folklore

[stillgotscars]

wait a minute... “loves me like i’m brand new” → “and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed / you put me on and said i was your favorite” → “but you should’ve seen him when he first got me / my boy only breaks his favorite toys”… ouch

[greyhands]

Okay, but have you considered Raphael with longer hair ?

(⊙_⊙)

[mossypidder]

Bet you didn’t think you’d learn what human and 100% troll Fass looked like today, did you? Or what his parents looked like. Or what he looked like as a human kid. Nope, betchu didn’t.

But anyway. A bunch of miscellaneous troll/changeling information just because. Also trolls are born as beans like bears. Just so everyone knows. Female trolls are called sows and males are called bores. That’s all.

[artwins]

awfully hungry

[show-tunes]

Scrybeswap

I have a lot of scatterbrained design notes for each of them but generally I wanted them to look similar to their original designs but with different themes. I also imagine that they have the same inscribing tools as their original counterparts but just use them differently (i.e. Magnificus paints animals, Leshy takes pictures of people as they're dying/about to die, I'm not sure what the magic equivalent for P03 would be besides maybe a spellbook that copies the essence of things, and Grimora's quill would either "write" code or write directly onto the hardware of robots).

[propalahramota]

A good old russian tradition of erasing Gogol's Ukrainian identity

[filurig]

– this whole - the dancing, singing, pole...raising. it is all rather ridiculous... 'midsummer'. i fail to... see the point of this human... invention. for once.

arvo's words were slurred, uneven - as if merely letting them past his lips was a great effort... this was, no doubt, influenced by the drink in his hand, resting on his stomach. folke, who had, in fact, brewed the alcohol that they were drinking, giggled - not exactly sober himself.

– i'm... the only human here, arvo. remember...

– no kraksi, or crakam, in sartrill, raises a huge, leafy pole for long summer days, that much i know.

– okay, haha - the pole thing... the pole thing is entirely human, probably. but... gullmar - tomtar, celebrate 'solvarvir' around the same time... trolls celebrate, uh... oh, curses, i'll butcher it... 'rawr - owa'... rawrr - oh wra? rawr... haha!

arvo opened one of his eyes slowly, fighting against some kind of weight that has, somehow, been set upon them - in order to look at the human beside him, still struggling to pronounce the foreign word correctly. a corner of the basilisk's lips twitched upwards.

– hm. nevermind what i said. there is a certain element of entertainment present, i suppose...

[achyutapriya]

If you call yourself a Krishna Bhakt but at the same time disrespect the Mahishis (Queens) of Dwarka (this includes questioning the authenticity of their love for him and his love for them in return, comparing their love, putting them down, making abhorrent claims about how their love was not completely pure, claiming how they were jealous of each other and the gopis, making passive aggressive comments against them to even liking and sharing content which promote these kinds of beliefs) in the name of glorifying Kanha's leelas in Braj then it's beyond time for you to touch some grass, read actual scriptures and question your entire existence. *GLORIFICATION CAN BE DONE WITHOUT SHOWING DISRESPECT TO EITHER OF THE TWO GROUPS*

[inamindfarfaraway]

The Exorcists’ Masks of Virtue

The vast majority of Exorcists in Hazbin Hotel have a notable design element that other angels don’t: their masks are missing an eye. Specifically, the right eye.

I believe this is a reference to the Bible, Matthew 5:29. Jesus says, “If your right eye causes you to stumble, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

He’s being hyperbolic. Mr Free Healthcare was not pro-mutilation. What he means is that you have to be willing to make sacrifices to prevent sin. The context of the eye metaphor is him condemning adultery and warning that even something as easy, casual and small as a look full of lustful intent can lead to further, worse sin if you don’t notice your sin, hold yourself accountable for it and do the work to not let it influence your decisions. This will probably be hard. It could be very, very painful. Changing your perspective can feel as horrible as plucking out your eye, so many people can’t bring themselves to do it. But although it won’t feel that way in the moment, it’s healthier for our general wellbeing in the long run to abandon traits and behaviours that damage ourselves and/or others.

(You may notice that Jesus’s teaching that you can have sinned, redeem yourself by giving up sin and thus escape damnation is the founding principle of the Hazbin Hotel. You may also notice that it contradicts everything the Exorcists believe.)

The Exorcists seem to follow this idea of painfully excising badness for the sake of the greater good devoutly to the point of placing it above teachings like ‘Thou shalt not kill’, with their job being to remove sin, in the form of sinners, to protect Heaven. Hence the missing right eyes. They’re a declaration of moral righteousness and inability to stumble.

But the truth is that the Exorcists all have their right eyes. Their flawlessness is a facade. Underneath, they are untouched, think themselves morally untouchable and, as shown by their horror and outrage when even one of them is killed, would much rather be physically untouchable too. This perfectly represents their complete unwillingness to acknowledge their own faults, let alone improve. They are never the ones who sacrifice. They force the sinners to sacrifice and don’t compensate it with any salvation. They metaphorically rip out the sinners’ eyes, but still condemn their entire bodies as inherently, permanently sinful. So they’ll just have to do another Extermination to get the other eyes! And another one to cut off their right hands! And so on until there’s nothing left.

The only exception to the rule is Vaggie, both in appearance and character. Her mask has the left eye crossed out instead. Even before her expulsion, she’s set apart to the audience as an Exorcist who has the capacity to, shall we say, see a different side of things. Her mask having its ‘sinful’ right eye reflects her understanding that the Exorcist worldview is wrong.

When she almost kills a demon child, her hateful vision clears. She discards the part of herself that’s an unquestioning, merciless agent of death, terror and grief… and as punishment for what Lute perceives as treacherous weakness, gets her eye plucked out.

Of course Lute leaves her with only the ‘sinful’ eye. It brands Vaggie forever as the inversion, a perversion, of what the Exorcists are meant to be.

You know, all this talk of eye removal in the Bible reminds me of another line - ‘an eye for an eye’. Adam directly quotes it in “Hell is Forever”. He uses it to frame the Exterminations as Old Testament-style punitive justice; the sinners did harm and so they receive it. But putting aside the debate about how ethical the concept of revenge is, the entire point of taking an eye for an eye is that it’s proportional. The punishment fits the crime. If someone cuts your eye out, you shouldn’t murder their whole family in front of them and then slowly disembowel them to death. That would be the sin of wrath. You should just make them pay without excessive pain or collateral damage. This is the fairest form of revenge.

The Exorcists don’t do that! The Exterminations aren’t proportional to the wrongs of all they hurt, nor was Vaggie’s brutal punishment equivalent to her extremely mild insubordination. Lute literally takes Vaggie’s eye, and more, after Vaggie does nothing to her! That’s the opposite of the phrase! Adam and his soldiers are wrathful and cruel, deriving satisfaction from others’ suffering. But they just can’t stop going on and on about how disgustingly evil the sinners are, in total hypocrisy… despite some of the sinners being far better people than the genocidal Exorcists are… it’s like they’re obsessed with specks of dust in the sinners’ eyes when they have massive logs stuck in their own. Oh hey, that’s in the Bible too!

[maverick-werewolf]

Tails on werewolves in folklore were a sign of their inhumanity: a man becoming a beast. Today, many on the internet today unfortunately find tails cute, so I understand a horror werewolf missing a tail. But behold the back end of this The Howling werewolf statue. Kinda hilarious

Sidebar, btw, in folklore, werewolves did have tails and witches didn't. It was an important distinction by the late Middle Ages and Early Modern Period. I have a post about it here, with sources: https://maverickwerewolf.com/werewolf-facts/werewolves-have-tails/ (pardon my occasional ranting; I was younger when I wrote this)

Just some werewolf thoughts.

[stillgotscars]

when are we going to talk about the transition from “loves me like i’m brand new” → “and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed / you put me on and said i was your favorite” → “but you should’ve seen him when he first got me / my boy only breaks his favorite toys”

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how Logan must have felt being named the Wolverine by Kayla. How much he loved her and how he held her. How distracted and sedated he must have felt in her presence.

How that sedation was the only peace he has ever felt in his life. He was happy. A hard working blue collar man with a loving wife and a nice home. He had everything. How he must have felt with his head lolled in her hands, limp as he laid there with full trust as she held him in her hands, whispering such sweet things to him. How handsome and brave he is. How her day went. How she'd rub his shoulder and kiss him softly while he laid on that couch in the cabin and think nothing more of how her eyes sparkled with the reflection of him the first time she called him Wolverine.

I think of him comparing this to the last time, bloodied and exhausted, crouched, defeated in the muddle of the rain. She says his name with such venom now, such spite. Those soft, secure hands now harsh and sharp. The sparkle in the reflection of him no longer there, but replaced with pain, rage, but also regret and pity. Because it was real for her. But neither willing to give up their morals for each other. And she's no longer Kayla. No longer his loving wife. Not at all the same woman he held late at night as she whispers stories to him to soothe him from those nightmares. The woman who kept bedsheets stocked in the closet in case he accidentally ripped them for the 3rd time this month. No. She's Silverfox. The Hydra member who once held his heart. The Nazi who was the only one to ever bring him peace. Even if he was sedated. He misses it and wishes it could have been the same before. But now the name feels more or a curse than a blessing. The pang he felt the last time she called him her Wolverine.

The solidarity of the name, writing Logan into an eternity of pain. Just like Kuekuatsu.

[varpusvaras]

I started thinking about what type of holidays Alderaan would have (if one wants to write a christmas/yule type of fic) and my favorite thought was them having a winter holiday that is very reminiscent of Icelandic christmas/yule.

I would love to say that this decisions was for aesthetic reasons or for some other deeper thought, but let's be real, my only reason for this decision was that I thought it would be really funny for Fox to experience the whole thing. Like this man is having an entirely normal day and then Bail just out of nowhere tells him that oh, by the way, we need to put a pair of shoes out on the window for the kids, because Spoonlicker is coming down from the mountain tonight. And Fox is just. the what now is coming?

[prettygirlstothefloor]

“So long, London. You’ll find someone.”

[80ssuperstar]

Hey guys it's your Girl Samantha here again I know that it's been a long time since I've done a story but I finally got one and I've been thinking some ideas for another story but here's one for you and I hope you like it.

**Title: "Rescue from the Abyss"**

### Beginning:

It was a quiet night at the park. The usual group of friends had all gone their separate ways for the evening, leaving Mordecai feeling alone. He sat in his bed, staring out of the window, his heart heavy with sadness. A few hours ago, he had tried to get the others to hang out, but nobody seemed interested. Rigby was off playing video games, Benson was busy with paperwork, and even Pops was engrossed in some old-timey documentary. Everyone ignored him, and now Mordecai lay in bed, tears streaming down his face.

**Mordecai:** "Why does it feel like no one cares about me anymore?"

He whispered to himself, as his sadness deepened.

Suddenly, the sky outside turned an ominous shade of red. The air felt thick, and an unnatural chill swept through the room. Mordecai sat up, heart racing, eyes wide with fear.

**Mordecai:** "What’s going on?!"

The ground trembled as a crack opened beneath the park. From the depths of the abyss, demons and spirits began to rise, their dark forms swirling like smoke. Before Mordecai could react, chains wrapped around his limbs, dragging him into the swirling darkness.

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### Middle:

Meanwhile, Samantha stirred in her sleep. Something felt wrong. She opened her eyes and gasped as she saw the blood-red sky and heard the faint cry of Mordecai’s voice.

**Samantha:** "Mordecai?!"

Panicking, she raced to the window just in time to witness him being pulled into the abyss. Tears of fear welled up in her eyes. She didn’t know what was happening, but she had to act fast.

She rushed to get the others. Within minutes, Rigby, Benson, Pops, Muscle Man, Hi-Five Ghost, Skips, and Thomas gathered at the park. They all looked horrified as Samantha explained what she saw.

**Samantha:** "They took him…into some kind of…hellish abyss! We have to save him!"

**Benson:** "We can't just let him go. Mordecai is our friend! But how are we supposed to get to… wherever that is?"

**Skips:** "I've heard of this before. There’s a way to the Abyss of Hell, but it’s dangerous. Once we go in, there might not be a way back."

Despite the fear, everyone agreed. Mordecai needed them.

---

They descended into the abyss. The landscape shifted around them—lava rivers flowed, skies burned, and the stench of sulfur filled the air. They walked carefully, knowing that one misstep would mean certain death. As they approached the Demon Realm, they could hear distant chanting and saw Mordecai being dragged by demons to a dark chamber.

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### Then:

At the center of the chamber stood Satan, the Prince of all Demons. His dark form loomed over the scene, as other demons like Lucifer, Lilith, Barbatos, Stolas, and Shaitan gathered around.

**Satan:** "Tonight, we shall gain eternal youth and strength by sacrificing this mortal’s pure soul and heart! The ritual begins at midnight sharp!"

Mordecai, chained to a stone altar, looked around helplessly. His face was marked with strange symbols, and his heart raced as the clock ticked closer to midnight. He knew his time was running out.

Back in the shadows, Samantha and the gang had finally arrived. They watched in horror as the demons painted Mordecai’s body with sacred symbols and chained him tighter to the altar.

**Rigby:** "What are we going to do?!"

**Skips:** "We have to wait for the right moment. If we attack too soon, we might all get captured."

---

Midnight struck. The demons began chanting, and Satan, with a dagger in hand, approached Mordecai. He placed his hand on Mordecai’s chest, pushing it deep inside to take his heart.

**Satan:** "The time has come! With this heart, we will live forever!"

Samantha, trembling with fear, saw Satan pull Mordecai’s heart from his chest. Mordecai’s eyes grew wide with pain and fear as his life force began to drain.

**Samantha:** "Nooooooo!!!"

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### End:

Samantha’s scream echoed through the chamber, but it was too late. Mordecai’s body went limp as Satan held his still-beating heart aloft.

**Satan:** "Now, the final blow!"

He raised the dagger high, preparing to end Mordecai’s life forever. But in that instant, Samantha and the others sprang into action. Muscle Man and Hi-Five Ghost tackled demons, while Rigby and Thomas distracted Satan. Pops, despite his gentle nature, threw objects to confuse the demons.

**Benson:** "We need to get that heart back!"

Samantha, fueled by her love for Mordecai, charged toward Satan. Skips began chanting a spell, an ancient incantation that could banish demons. The chamber rumbled as Skips' words gained power. One by one, the demons started to vanish.

**Skips:** "Now! Get the heart!"

With a swift movement, Samantha grabbed Mordecai’s heart from Satan’s grasp. The room shook violently, and the lava began to rise. The entire realm started collapsing as the gang made a frantic escape.

---

Back in the park, Samantha cradled Mordecai’s heart in her hands. She placed it back into his chest and began chanting softly, a long spell filled with emotion. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned down and kissed him.

**Samantha:** "Please come back. I love you so much."

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, Mordecai’s body twitched. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open.

**Mordecai:** "S-Samantha?"

Everyone sighed in relief, especially Samantha, who hugged him tightly.

**Samantha:** "You’re back…you’re okay."

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### Conclusion:

The nightmare had ended, and Mordecai was saved. The friends gathered around him, exhausted but relieved.

**Rigby:** "Man, don't ever do that again."

**Benson:** "We barely made it out of there."

Mordecai smiled weakly, his hand in Samantha’s.

**Mordecai:** "Thanks, guys. I…I thought I was gone for good."

**Samantha:** "I’d never let that happen."

As the night returned to normal, the friends sat together, knowing that despite the darkness they faced, their bond was unbreakable.

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THE END

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[ananxiousgenz]

the way i actually lost my shit at the hand of malevolence/hand of glory (<- guy who is obsessed with folklore and said "oh i wonder if they're trying to make the antithesis to a hand of glory!" the second yorick asked for a body part off the dead man)