#i mean. the greed ring is all green

[cepheusgalaxy]

Caham, *taps mic* is this thing on?

Ok, so, I've seen a few theories about Alastor's deal with (probably) Lilith and how when he makes a deal with Charlie we can see his smile is kind of stiched on by ✨️green magic✨️, and also when he pulls Husk's chains it's the same green as well as when he uses any other of his powers, implying this "deal" is where he got his powers from.

But anyways, what I mean to talk about is just about the colors, as an artist.

Red vs Green and the Seven Rings of Hell

In the Hellaverse created by vivzie where Hazbin Hotel takes place, Hell is divided in seven rings, each commanded by a sin: Idk the order of them, but the upper ring, Pride, is commanded by Lucifer.

Each ring has a color scheme, you can tell that when you watch Helluva Boss (the other viv series), where the characters visit the other rings all the time. Pride's color scheme is red. That's why most of things in Hazbin Hotel are red, from the sky to the character designs. Which is really cool, because it makes for a really unified color scheme in all the show.

The main exception to this are the Vees. Valentino and Velvette are more pink and red, with some tones of purple, but Vox mainly, is basically blue. I think that's a really smart choice of the designers, because having everything, specially the main team being all red-coded and then having the villains go around in blue (blue and red are usually the opponent colors when you are, say, playing a two-person game) is a smart way to visually show how they are not on the same side. Because of the ✨️contrast✨️.

Which brings me to my main point, Alastor's green magic.

If you take a look at the Color Wheel, you see that red and green are opposite colors. In color theory, we call thise opposites complementary colors. And the thing about complementary colors is that they contrast. You want an easy way of having two different bright colors contrast? Make them complementary to each other. Color pallettes like this are nice because one color tones the other up and it visually brings a lot of energy.

That's why Alastor's magic is green, I think.

It's green in order to clash with everything else, because complementaries are the most far away possible from each other, and so, when green is surrounded by red, the green pops.

It's green to catch our attention.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Pegging Mammon

Summary: headcanons for pegging Mammoney

Pairings: sub!Mammon x dom!Afab!MC

Warnings: language, smut, pegging, lots of anal play, handjobs, sex positions, overstimulation, color system, premature ejaculation, cum eating, etc.

A/N: ignore the gif I just love the way he looks in this😭😭 also sry if this is shit this was written on my phone.

I’m going to start this by saying, you had to beggggg mammon. He would never be caught dead asking you or giving in so easily to being pegged, I mean he’s the Great Mammon.

You probably only got him to agree by making a bet, he lost obviously.

There was lots of complaining up until the final act, so much so that you actually asked him a couple times if he wanted to stop. Mammon’s response was prolly sum like this, “No! Wai- I mean- pfft! Only if you want to stop, human.”

Once you lubed him up and inserted a finger, he became putty in your hands. This is the way to get them noises.

Once you stretched him to fit three fingers and he came you lubed up your strap on

The cock would hopefully be perfect size for Mam. It was 6.5 inches, a decent girth, and a dark purple. The straps were slightly uncomfortable but not too much.

First time you’re probably in missionary, feeling more intimate that way and allowing Mammon to see your face. After the first time, feel free to explore more positions. Mammon would probably wind up liking doggy and lotus.

The greed demon clung to you once you prodded his entrance with the fake cock. Once you were inside of him you stilled to let him adjust.

“What color are you?” You asked.

“Green!” Mammon’s eyes were shut tight.

Mammon the entire time stayed at green, much to your relief.

You started with slow shallow thrusts, working your way up to a pace you both liked. You eventually found your rhythm, your hips rocked into each other at a steady pace.

Mammon came quick without warning, strings of cum shot onto the both of yours’ stomachs and onto his chest.

Mammon had tears falling from pleasure, he was fucked dumb. The white haired boy kept babbling nonsense.

All you could respond to his babble with was, “I know, baby.”

You tried to pull out but Mammon wrapped his legs around your waist locking you in place.

You gave in and continued fucking Mammon, his eyes were rolled back, tears and drool running down his face, cum covering his abdomen, all while being drilled into. Mammon was a fucked out mess.

Your hips were meeting with such force, you could feel and hear the vibrations of the bed frame hitting the wall. You felt bad for Satan whose room was on the other side of the wall.

You wrapped your hand around Mammons painfully hard, leaking erection. You jerked him off at the same spread you were fucked him, movement in sync.

Mammon stiffened and bit your shoulder, cumming again. Your hand was covered in cum, you put your ring and middle finger up to Mammon’s mouth offering him to taste himself.

Mams quickly complied and sucked on your fingers greedily, licking your fingers clean of his essence. When you pulled back your fingers, he opened his mouth to show you he swallowed everything.

“Good boy,” you praised him.

Mammon smiled at your praise, he grinded his ass back against you, wanting to go another round. You denied Mammon what he wanted, also seeing the exhaustion evident in his face.

Long story short Mammon enjoyed getting ass fucked and would do it again.

Btw Satan was pissed.

A/N: sorry for any spelling errors, Not Proofread! Ending was rushed cs I didn’t know what to add😭

[impish-baby]

Ooo what about a group of fae caregivers who have been watching reader for a while and deem that this baby can’t go on longer without being taken care of, to then lead the reader out into the woods to never get them go.

Love your work btw :))

Fae!!! My favorite honestly, I hope this is alright! ^^

Come along now, run away from the humdrum. We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom - Fae caregivers x reader - ☘️

The woods have always felt like a second home to you. Towering trees that stretch into the clouds, babbling brooks, it's all so much more tranquil than your busting town. Sometimes, it even feels like the forrest cares just as much about you as you care for it. It's silly, you know, but it makes you happy.

The rumors of fae are forever present, but they do nothing to deter your longing for the wild. Old wives' tales are all they are, whisperings meant to keep children from wandering too far from home and getting lost. Even if there's truth to the stories, it's none of your business. Really, you just need to be polite (something you should already do) and guard your name, it isn't that difficult.

Leaves crunch underfoot as you travel the familiar path into the woods, the changing of seasons obvious. You're a little sad to see the green go, but it is only nature's coarse. The autumn season gives way for lots of good harvest at least, basket in hand in hopes of bringing a few spoils home. As you travel deeper into the trees, the sun is eventually swallowed by the canapy, beams of light being the only thing allowed through.

A fox catches your eye for just a moment, the creature staring at you from the undergrowth. You can't resist the urge to wave politey, so you do so before it scampers back into the trees. No matter how many times you see one, they're still so beautiful.

Everything is really, that's why you've found yourself crouched in front of a patch of mushrooms reaching out of the forrest floor. They're pretty, a light brown with frilled gills..

"I hope you aren't going to pick them, those are poisonous, they don't make for very good eating.."

The sudden voice from behind you causes you to fall flat on your bottom, a melodious laugh following. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to startle you.." they offer you a hand up, giggling all the while. "Are you alright, darling?"

You manage a nod as you're helped back onto your feet, thanking the man quietly. He's tall, probably taller than anyone you've ever met, and jewelry covers his form as if his beauty didn't speak for itself. His rings catch the light as he raises your hand to his lips.

"You may call me Briar, might I have your name?"

He doesn't falter for second as you shake your head, asking him to call you a nickname instead. "Oh, I get to choose, do I?" Brair rubs his chin like he's deep in thought before springing forward and playfully tapping your nose. "Sprout then, you're just a little thing, it suits you.."

You aren't the happiest about it, but you're in no position to protest. Briar only smiles and steps away, no longer in your personal space, but waiting for you. "Are you out to pick berries perhaps? I know a great spot. I was about to fetch some myself, actually.."

He's expectant, tilting his head at you. "We'll have to go away from the path, but I promise, they'll be the best thing you've ever tasted.." You're reluctant to veer away from what you know, but Brair assures you he won't get you lost, and the promise of goodies is tempting..

You think his smile can rival the sun with how bright it is when you agree, Brair taking your hand in his as you begin to walk into the thicket. It feels right almost having your hand in his, it's strange, you've only just met but he seems familiar. Like you've always known him.

"My friends and I are having a little bit of a party, actually.." He hums, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. Brair laughs again when you ask about it, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A welcome home party, I suppose. One for a beloved member of the family.."

It feels like it takes no time at all to come across the bushes he was referring to. The path, however, is long gone. You don't notice, attention captured by Briar guiding you to sit beside him. He was right, the berries are like nothing you've ever tasted before. They're the sweetest, nothing compares to the burst of joy they give you when you sample one.

By the end of picking, your fingers are stained pink as well as your mouth. Briar hadn't snacked on the fruit like you did, only smiling as you had your fill. "See? Good, right?" He hums, brushing your hair away from your face. "You know.. I'm sure we'll have much more yummy food at the party, I'd be delighted if you came. " Briar pays no mind to your instantaneous about not wanting to intrude and.. and if the rest of the food is as good as what you just ate..

"Perfect.." Briar is already leading you away, although you're unsure when you started walking again. "Ohh, I can't wait.."

You can hear music in the distance, the sounds of merriment beckoning you home.

[katshelluvacritic]

So…. Glitz and Glam huh… y’know what that means my fellow artists and critics…

REDESIGN TIME!!!! + (A bit of critics/opinions on the characters and the og design :-] )

To start it out a lil’ positive, If I gotta be honest I actually kinda liked these two characters from the mid-season special, even though they were just the bitchy woman character your supposed to hate (as if we needed any more of those characters than we already got viv), they were still really fun as characters in my opinion!

I feel like bitchy esc kind of character very much works for these two coupled with them being very competitive towards fizz in the episode, I feel like those two things were like the bread and butter for these characters and if I wanna be honest… I kinda wanna see these two again but wouldn’t be surprised if that didn’t happened bc c’mon this helluva boss we’re talking about after all!

The only thing I would have to say negatively about these two is that they literally got crushed by a rock in the end, like I get it viv hates writing characters who are woman but COME ONNN, you had these two characters that seem really interesting and the only climax you could’a think for them in the ep was to crush them with a rock? That’s literally lame.

But other than that, I think overall these characters were alright! At least writing wise….

Now for the redesign + critic thing on the og designs

I decided to change her outfit bc although I loved the character’s personality, the outfit viv gave them not fit them at all. The jester esc outfit personally I think doesn’t really work for these two because 1. The jester theme Fizzarolli’s thing and 2. It doesn’t really work well with their personality, the song they sang in my opinion shows that.

So I thought I’d base their outfits off of the bratz outfits and also any outfits similar to that, to try to fit their characters more!

That and I’m just getting real sick and tired of the jester/clown theming that’s going on in hb because oh my god it feels so out of place, especially with the theme of greed ring being a trashy polluted city. And even if, EVEN IF viv wanted to give them clown esc themed outfits, I feel like it would’ve made more sense if she gave them outfit that were similar to mimes because technically those guys are like elegant clowns! While jesters aren’t even the same as clowns at all.

I also kept the green ish’ tones while also giving them a bit off red and purple colors to compliment the identical twin duo thing they have going on! Because like… do I even have to say why I did it? Their colors are literally just black and the same exact hues of green, it was literally hard to focus on them when watching the episode because of much they blended in with the background.

I also took inspiration from this fish when designing them because from as far as I can tell (and do correct if I’m wrong), they’re supposed to be fish demons??? So I tried to add more fish motifs for them!

I also made them half succubus from the horns looking similar to that and also because I thought it’d be fitting for them!

I also made their hair look like fish fins because oh my god their hair in the canon design was probably the worst part about their designs, not only did it have too many details that it was too distracting when I was trying to pay attention to the characters but also I just trying to figure out how the hair works in general, because it honestly their hair kinda looked like paper instead of fish fins or even actual hair.

But other than that uhh…

TLDR: I love these guys sm, they deserved much better and uhhh I love women /hj

[bluexiao]

#his secret spouse (part 2) 

— just a series where you are their secret spouse… but you didn’t know because you weren’t from teyvat after all! (until you have memories of him and you every time you two touch) 

CHARACTERS. self aware! Isekai! gn! Reader; Xiao, Zhongli, Childe / Tartaglia, Aether 

THEMES. sagau (self aware genshin au), isekai, fluff/crack, questionable but real established relationship, domestic, slight angst on Childe’s part. And severe angst for Xiao as well bwaahhahah

WARNINGS. reader lets out a few curses from surprise here and there (i made it so that it looked realistic); unedited still

NOTES. i swear i did not mean for xiao’s to turn out like that. i promise i did not make it so that it’s too angsty, but well… also i made this quite different from the part 1

part one - scaramouche, al-haitham, tighnari, heizou

XIAO 

You have to admit, it was your greed that brought the consequences right after. 

The thing is, you yourself realized that you were indeed in the world you had been playing your favorite game at, and to test out your theory, you did the one thing that first came to your mind–to call out the name of your favorite (bestest) boy, “Xiao!” 

To say that you were surprised to suddenly see a literal person appear in front of you from a sort of green smoke was an understatement–heck, you probably almost had a heart attack that all you had to say was “What the fuck?!” 

“Did you just curse at me?” he lets out a click of his tongue, “You have no respect for the Adepti.”

You trembled upon the sudden familiar voice that enveloped the air, as well as the pressure that appeared so suddenly–could it be? Is this the real feeling of having to face him? 

So you weren’t dreaming at all? 

“Y-you’re really… Adeptus Xiao?” 

For a second, you thought you saw the pained look on his face. Actually, it did cross his expression, but it soon vanishes and turned cold, almost like he froze for a moment and… 

“Don’t tell me…” your heart sank at the look and tone he was giving you, but for a moment, you thought that it was out of fear. But it turns out, it wasn’t. 

He gulps before continuing, “-you don’t remember… anything?” 

You felt… this urge to go and run to him, to wrap your arms around him, but the moment you stood up, he backed away. Your eyes, however, drop down to something that shined upon the glow of the moonlight and the darkness of the sky–a necklace, one that held a pendant that was shaped like a ring, its lace wrapped on Xiao’s neck. You could have sworn that the Xiao in-game did not have a necklace just like that–

“Wait, Xiao!” 

And then, he vanished. Before you could even touch him. 

The pressure in the air did not disappear with him, but this time, they were all in your chest. 

You honestly did not know where to go and found yourself following where your feet take you. It just happens to be Wangshuu Inn, and once you had gotten inside, you were greeted by a lady and a green-haired man. Oh, and some purple-haired kid that… looked a lot like Verr, Baizhu, and Qiqi. Actually, it seemed that they really were them. 

When your hunch was right, they soon explained to you that they were there upon the Adeptus’ call–to check up on you, though he did say that they were not supposed to say that it was him who asked for it, Qiqi slips it out and the secret did not last long. 

Soon, you had gotten them to explain what it really was that you did not know… or at least “remember”, as per what Xiao had said. It was Verr who told you everything. 

That even if you were supposedly a “secret”, Xiao had to tell the situation to her, and even to his “lord”, who soon advised him to try and seek for Baizhu’s help.

And that ring on his necklace… well, it matches with the one on your finger–how could you not realize you were even wearing one? 

“Xiao…” you called his name for the first time after a few days. For some reason, despite your lack of memories from him aside from the ones that came from the game in your real world, the lack of his presence… suffocated you. It felt like something was missing from your life. 

And you knew the answer right away when he reappeared right in front of you; your whole body easing up, the corners of your lips pulling up oh-so-slightly. You could see how he also visibly relaxes, but the frown on his face was evident as well, looking so conflicted that you barely had the heart to speak what you intended to say. 

But it was inevitable. 

You held out your hand to him. 

At least once again, let me be greedy, you thought to yourself. 

And as if he heard your wish, he reciprocates your desire, holding out his own hand and wrapping them around yours. Without any warning, you pulled him into an embrace, one that he lets you be, and even wraps his arms around your form, kist like how you did to his. 

You intended to break the news to him–that he did not deserve to hurt when you’re like this when you’re just a shell of the person he knew, and that maybe, it was for the better to break things off. 

But then… you started to “remember”. And by then, the tears were starting to fall off of your eyes. 

“Y-Y/n? Are you crying?!” he attempts to pull away to try and see your face but fails when you insisted to continue to embrace him, burying your face on his shoulders, but not before pressing a small kiss on his neck, tightening up your hold on him as the scenes of the “memories” you had over the years with him started to play in your mind. 

Even if you did end up telling the truth to him or not, he will most likely not try to push you away. He couldn’t. Even if his morals tells him that it was not right, he could not just let you go. 

ZHONGLI

When you saw him, you actually did not recognize who he was, nor where you were, actually. Though for sure, you were transported somewhere you definitely did not know–and you weren’t dreaming. 

It will not be long for you to realize where you are when you saw a statue not too far away from the place you had woken up from. 

“Ah, shit.” Don’t tell me this is real–for sure, this is not real, you convinced yourself, only to be proven wrong. 

“I did not know you could utter curses so… easily, my love.” 

You turn around with a gasp. Who was this man? Even with his physique, you could tell that he was… quite familiar. His voice too. And even the tone on his words, but you could swear that you’d never even met him before. 

It turns out, someone was trying to find you all this time, and he did so with a “statue”--this statue.

And did I forget to say that he calls himself your lover?

You were already walking with the said “spouse�� when you found out that he is called Zhongli and you pieced everything together, realizing that you have probably been transported to the world of Teyvat, the game you were playing before ending up falling asleep not too long ago. And the statue where he found you was the Statue of the Seven, one located near the Liyue Harbor. His statue.

And wait… he could hear voices through his statue???

Does it mean you just got “isekai’d”? You probably were, or you might have just been lucid dreaming or something. You still did not believe anything and everything that you were seeing, Heck, who would’ve even thought that you’d be dating such a handsome man–a god in this world, even. 

Though you knew the story of the Adepti and his identity (both from the game and in here)… you “memories” told you that he actually did not announce any of the Adepti of his marriage with you. At least… not yet, or not quite. He did say he will settle with someone, but he did not say your name.

You could feel the discomfort upon remembering this memory. But then, your “sin” was quite similar from him. So you couldn’t really call him out.

Of course, you hid the truth from him, merely riding along, which turned out to be quite easy as he was the type of person to fill up the silence if he sensed that his companion was not in the mood to initiate the conversation. He did not question your “weird” actions either, which was admittedly quite sweet of him, too much that you began to feel guilty for hiding something from him. 

Even if he did notice your odd behaviors, he would not have realized that you were a soul from another world–or that you had merged from the one that was currently occupying the “You” from this world. This curiosity, however, would probably be too much for you and you’ll end up sharing it to your husband. It did take a long while until you felt comfortable about it though, but unlike your expectations, he takes it quite well.

“I see… so that was why you were acting quite strange that day. But I assume you had gotten back all your memories now? Then, I suppose your soul from this world probably merged from your soul from the other world.” 

“Tell me, how is it like? To have memories of two worlds?” 

“You are truly special, my love. I suppose even the higher beings who had arranged such a circumstance had seen the beauty of your two souls,” he says so with a gentle smile and a soft caress on your cheek, “I must say… I am beyond grateful to have you in my arms still.”

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA 

When you woke up, you were beyond horrified… You thought you were dreaming. 

By the time you came to, your gazes landed on worried glances sent your way, all of them wearing unusual clothes and faces you could barely even think existed in real life. (From what you remember, you weren’t in a cosplay convention with Fatui cosplayers all around you—though where did they buy those? They looked hella real.)

You screamed before you could even realize that you were in the world of the game you were playing. Of course, that possibility was the least in your mind, only to come up with the conclusion once you saw his face and heard the others call his name. 

“Lord Harbinger Tartaglia… I think they are in a state of shock. This might be a result of the… attack that they had encountered before you had come to save them, b-but fear not! The healers had done a good job to check if there are any injuries and there weren’t many that proves to be fatal.” 

You were attacked?, you began to think to yourself, trying to remember anything, but…

Nothing seems to be ringing a bell at all!

That was until… 

You saw him reaching his hand out to you, his intense gaze glued to yours, almost as if… he was asking you if he could hold your hand. Without voicing out anything, you let out a small nod, and it seems that your intuition was right. He reaches out to you and before you could even internalize what he was doing, you found yourself gasping upon the ring that he so easily slipped on your finger, almost as if… they were yours. 

“I found it near where we found you… I…” he trails off, and the astonishment you had vanished almost suddenly upon hearing the voice of the ginger breaking off on its own… 

You have never seen him like this. 

“I thought I had lost you.” 

The voice inside your head sounded a lot like you, and so does the gripping pressure on your chest–a sort of feeling you get when you had failed over something back in the real world. Now, the question lies… which one is the real world, even? 

You did not tell him the truth. Despite the guilt that you felt, a nagging feeling inside of you told you that you shouldn’t–not because of your selfishness, but because of the fragility of the body that you occupied. 

He kept you well protected. No one from the Fatui originally knew about you, but now that they had seen their Harbinger let out tears and slip a ring on your finger, they now do.

Childe, it seems, had always been afraid that you would leave him for his identity–it was not to the point that he showed you this every day, but it was just a feeling–one that the “you” from this world seemed to have felt as well, according to the memories in your head. 

And so, you shall keep this secret for as long as you can. Because even with the underlying fact that no secrets can be left unturned, this one, you prayed will never be. 

AETHER

You woke up with a beaming and rather… annoying voice. One that you felt was quite familiar. And as soon as your eyes fluttered open and the haze in your gaze faltered you felt like you were dreaming.

“Paimon? Is that…” 

“Oh, look! Traveler, they’re awake!” the little flying fairy shouts–very much like how she would in the game… wait. 

Your eyes blasted wide open and your body reflexively sat up and backed away. As if the world wanted to surprise you even more, the face of the character you had been playing with all this time comes right in front of you, eyes glazed with worry as he tries to reach his hand out to you. 

“Wait, you’re-!” 

The words, however, die down from your mouth the moment his hand touches your arm. 

As soon as you “remembered”, you stiffened upon his touch and the “memories” got cut off as soon as he instinctively felt your discomfort, however, you're reaching back to him was beyond your plans, lacing his fingers with your own, each second triggering a scene play in your mind. Then that specific scene made you stop in your tracks and gasp. 

“What’s wrong, Y/n?” Paimon questions, her eyes sparkling with the same look as Aether’s, “Did the Traveler and you have a lover’s quarrel?? Or wait… should we call it a marriage quarrel now? Oh no! You two… you better talk it out! Traveler, are you sure you didn’t do anything to make Y/n mad at you? I’m not siding with you if that’s the case!” 

You were still trembling from the initial shock (or shocks at this point), but refused to let go of Aether’s hand–my god, is he truly your spouse now?! Secret spouse, even! How was it possible??? Everyone knew of the traveler but no one knew of you. You have all the memories to prove it but… 

“Wait… don’t let go,” you frowned when he attempted to pull his hand away, insisting that he should check if you were injured or hurt somewhere, “I’m alright… just… surprised. I had a bad dream, ‘s all…”

If you do end up telling him about the truth, he’s quite reluctant at first, but does not push you away, rather, try to help you solve the issue as much as he can–even if it seemed impossible, with him, you felt that it was indeed the opposite. 

“Aether… my soul is actually not from this world. Or at least… I remember it isn’t… but I also remember my memories here and I don’t know who I am anymore at this point.”

You bit your lip as you told yourself to shut up–how in the world will you survive now if he ends up abandoning you? And those matching rings on your fingers… it hurts to think that you’d have to abandon it if-

The dark thoughts vanish without a trace the moment you felt yourself wrapped around a familiar warmth, and even with the scenes of “memories” flashing in your mind like a never-ending maze, you found yourself easing up and leaning your weight onto Aether’s form. 

“Sh… it’s alright… we’ll figure this out, ok? Y/n? You’re still Y/n… I’m sure of it.”

You silently nodded and buried yourself on his neck, realizing just how much your heart seems to ache for this person without you even meaning to. 

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[lesvegas]

Fallout: New Vegas Console Player Pride Flags

(Xbox 360 and Playstation 3)

Stripe meanings + bonus below:

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS STRIPES

DARK RED - Rigging the odds in your favour, like pretending you don't actually care about the loading times so the game won't freeze on you, running as few other applications as possible, and keeping your console on a cool level surface. Oh, and engaging with the whole rigging the odds in your favour theme in-game, too.

RED - Being in-tune with yourself, refusing to give in to anger despite enduring game-breaking bugs and frequent crashes, and the pleasure in giving in to greed and violence in-game while totally never doing that irl.

ORANGE - Sunrises and sunsets, partaking in the past while able to embrace the future, acknowledging the old world but still being able to let go.

YELLOW - Survival, humanity doing its best to rebuild and thrive despite the circumstances, and the player doing their best to play the game despite it being on console.

XBOX 360 STRIPES

LIGHT GREEN - Life and vitality, and overcoming hardships like the red ring of death itself, not unlike the courier :-)

GREEN - Love or at least preference for the Xbox 360 and/or the Xbox line of consoles.

PLAYSTATION 3 STRIPES

LIGHT BLUE - Hope and looking up, especially being able to look up at the sky instead of staring at the ground while waiting for the frame rate to stop shitting itself.

BLUE - Love or at least preference for the Playstation 3 and/or the Playstation line of consoles.

BONUS: PC FNV PLAYER PRIDE FLAG

(I thought it made more sense for the console flags to be the focus of the post and when I put these all together I noticed the PC one was slightly off to a noticeable degree but I'm too lazy to fix it lol) GREY - Determination and dedication, working towards a rewarding goal like building a computer that can run FNV or at least spending hours modding it into being playable.

DARK GREY/BLACK - Versatility and adaptability, being resourceful and making the most out of any circumstances.

[aspartameabuser69]

On the topic of the Seven Deadly Sins being color coded, something I think would be cool is the character having those colors to represent their sins.

Angel Dust or Nifty (or probably even both) being blue makes sense. Angel Dust could have dark blues to resemble how despite being a sex worker, he hates it because of Valentino’s abuse. While Nifty could have light blues to showcase that she’s actually extremely boy crazy and lustful (and unlike Angel Dust she has no regrets.)

Valkryie (I refuse to call her the name Vivziepop gave her) and Alastor could be red to resemble how wrathful they can be. Although Alastor could have subtle shades of purple to represent his Pride.

On the topic of purple, Lucifer and Charlie should’ve worn purple. It would make them stand out and it would make sense since their literally the main royalty in the Pride Ring + purple is a regal color in general.

Husk’s wings could be orange to represent his Gluttony. He's a bar tender who uses alcohol as a escape, so he definitely overindulges in it.

But to be fair, this requires thinking and research, which apparently Viv is allergic to.

Apologies if this was pretty long, it’s just disappointing how much wasted potential HH/HB have

the colour theory in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva boss are lacking to say the least.

I think Angel could have red/pink with blue clothes because he was part of a mob (maybe he was a sex worker in his life time? Never confirmed or denied) to show how his sex worker persona is only that, a persona.

Niffty would also look much better is she was blue to be honest. Blue Niffty truther.

And Alastor and V (that’s what I’m calling her now) would make much more sense to red and purple, they both have red in their design (well Alastor is hot pink actually) but close enough to red. But why they don’t have accent colours OTHER than red, white, and yellow baffles me.

I’m assuming Husk went to hell for gluttony so I think him being a calico looking cat would make much more sense thematically.

Lucifer being red is also so fucking funny, WHY RED? WHY? He doesn’t even look good. He could be purple and white, that would make sense. White means purity which would be a nod to his past in heaven and purple means pride. Charlie just being red, white, yellow, and black is also weird. Her and Lucifer being more like a goat would make much more sense to them.

There are so many interesting possibilities in how Vivziepop represented her characters but instead they’re all red? In greed it’s slightly better but she still just makes everything one colour in a ring, it’s not even colour coordinated it’s just inaccessible. Seriously, it’s so hard for me to look at because I’m red green colour blind. Plus Vivziepop went to art school. She should know this.

[lacrimosathedark]

There's something that's bothering me about Alastor

I noticed something about Alastor's magic.

So Alastor's magic has either a red or green color at any given time.

Usually, it's green.

But, occasionally, it is red.

It's always red in flashbacks, and the two other times it appears red, Alastor is being intentionally threatening. It also may correlate to his shadow being active.

My concern with the green comes, partially, from this.

The bright green of his magic is the same as those stitching his mouth and arm. (Also now I'm worried his arm was ripped off at some point)

This could entirely be a stylistic choice, but if his magic only started being mainly green recently, maybe it has something to do with his deal.

Alastor's mouth being sewn shut and could mean he can't talk about his deal, or otherwise relate to being forced to smile.

I also think this because the spooky ghosty motif is also green, and might be representative of souls, in regards to Alastor at least, considering this:

and that Husk's leash is green too.

He also repeatedly rejects offers of collecting souls.

Rosie: Ya know, Alastor. I got a primo connect on a guy with about eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickins for a deal to be made, my friend. Alastor: Appreciate the offer, but we're here on business of another kind.

Gaining souls is how Sinners get stronger it seems. And we know he's not opposed to collecting souls as he already owns Husk and Niffty. So part of his deal could stipulate that he can't collect more souls for one reason or another.

What had me thinking, and what really worries me, is this.

The shield he makes in The Show Must Go On sticks out to me. Because the base of it is shadows, and there's that eye motif that is likely indicative of Roo. All of that is black outlined in red. But the veves are all outlined green, and there's this green mist near the base of the dome. Why are the symbols green but the eyes and other crack-like shadows aren't?

I think it might be possible that Alastor had a deal of some sort with Roo almost as soon as he got to Hell. But more recently, he has a new deal, one that limits him in some way, and likely one that forced him to the Hotel if Roo herself didn't order him to. And it's likely got something to do with Lilith, given their absences of the past seven years coinciding and then Alastor returning and going straight to Lilith's daughter.

Whatever this deal is, it limits his abilities. His figurative wings are clipped.

But this raises more questions for me. If he made some sort of deal with Roo or another entity for power, but he still owned his soul, what did he trade in the first place?

If he had so much power already, what would he have to gain from a deal that limits his strength and growth so much, especially at the cost of his own freedom? His own soul?

Who is this new contract with? Roo? Lilith? Eve? And why?

That also leads me to question, are he and Lilith allies or enemies?

Can your soul be owned between multiple parties if they make a deal with each other? Like, if Roo owned his soul and made a deal with Lilith to effectively share ownership, would that work? And what would that mean for them?

And, quite frankly, why Alastor? Was it convenience? Was it his connection to Roo?

This is in conjunction with something I noticed about those eyes that are all over Pride.

They don't appear naturally in any other Rings. (<- explanation under the cut now) And the motif only happens in two places.

There's Loo Loo Land in the Greed Ring.

Which, I'll remind you, is apparently a knock-off of a theme park Lucifer made, Lucifer's domain being Pride where these eyes are naturally occurring. Meaning the eye motif is probably just more mimicry. Especially since they aren't even red.

And then there's one room in Millie's family's house in Wrath.

It's obviously just a design, since none of them move and they look pretty flat, but that stylistic motif is present. The wide red eyes and black shadow tendrils.

And it reminded me of something.

Martha: Satan! We return your FILTHY creatures back to the pits of Hell! May the Root of Evil remain honored as we continue thy work!

If you look around during these scenes, you see a lot of eye imagery, both carved into the pole and scattered about the trees. And then on the top of the pole is Roo's emblem.

So, like, there's some kind of human cult around the Root of All Evil. Enough that the emblem is known.

Martha specifies Satan, who is the Sin of Wrath, where Imps originate. Wrath is the only place there's imagery outside of Pride and Pride-adjacent areas (Loo Loo Land being a knock-off would be just replicating)

So, like...does Wrath or Satan have some kind of connection to Roo??? I mean, Lucifer and Satan are often mushed into one character but are separate here, so maybe it's just human error? Or maybe Roo has some kind of connection with Satan but her influence doesn't extend beyond Pride? I saw somewhere that Imps tend to treat Satan like a god (and they say shit like "oh my Satan" instead of "oh my god") but do they also worship Roo maybe? Or does Satan somehow serve her?

And one of the few places in Pride free of Roo's eyes (to my knowledge at least) is Cannibal Town.

Where everyone's eyes are black voids.

Idk I'm tired and Alastor's whole deal has my head spinning in circles if I'm honest. And I needed to get it out somewhere.

EDIT WITH MINOR THE FULL MOON SPOILERS BECAUSE FUCK ME

I STAND GODDAMN CORRECTED ROO IS ACTIVE IN THE FUCKING LUST RING

I COULDN'T WAIT LIKE TWO FUCKING DAYS GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

WHEN THE FUCK DID THOSE EYES GET THERE?!

Did the DHORKs testing their portal give her an in to other Rings? cuz it also looked like she was fucking them up.

Which, btw, fucking YIKES

[captain-n-crunchies]

You need a retwist...

OPLA Ussop x Salon owner Reader

From braids to straightening and even retwist and reties you've done all types of hair on Cocoyasi pays a good amount ever since fish face and they came onto the island. Arlong always comes to get his hair cleaned leaving only a path of violence and no tips after every visit; Nami one of my old closest friends ending up visiting my shop when Arlong and he asked me how much I make lying didn't save me wen Nami was around telling him I was practically flourishing. After she told him how much I was making he destroyed everything... thousands of berries and years of hard work destroyed all because of his and Nami's greed, he raised the village toll, and I didn't get much business for years til we got stable.

Today was collection day, the people of Coco gathered and gave Nami their payment for "protection" it was also the day Nami came to tell me Arlong would be coming for a touch up, the coward dead in front of me asking how many berries I have today threating me to not lie pr it'll happen again; after giving her a 1,000 berries and free products she gives me a solemn glance and leaves my salon like she never came.

Cleaning the floors and sinks of the salon with music from radio wafted through the cool air as I hummed a tune and swayed with the beat. Refilling water to plants and sanitizing combs a clean smell lingered in the air, loving the vibe I sit down onto the decorative couch and aid in the silence when I hear I ring of the front door. Getting up I walked to the front of my hose to see four men: a dopey boy with a straw hat, a tall man in a suit? It's 95 degrees??, a green hair swordsman, and a man with curious eyes looking over everything. The straw hat boy says the salon smells like lemon and cleaning products as he walks around touching and tapping any shiny piece of metal

" Don't touch nothin if you can't afford to replace, now what can I do for you?" I asked uninterested grabbing a apron and standing by the salon chair placing products out. The boy talks about Nami asking if I seen her based off what he's saying her sister must've led him to me. " She came in to collect Arlong's 'business fee' and left, if that's all you head on out, I'm still cleaning"

" Well did you know where she's going? We can't leave without her! Shes our navigator"

" You picked someone whose already apart of a pirate crew to join yours? Thats pretty stupid" then the swordsman told me they didn't know till now. " Thats sad but that's how she rolls, betrays her friends and does it again. It's a kink to her I guess" as I spoke, I looked to the man with the durag who now looking through a lookbook of men styles, " You're looking for new style?"

The man in the suit named Sanji who been somewhat quiet besides from complementing my looks ask what could be done to his " luscious blond locks his " I sit him down and his hair pretty clean jokingly calling him pretty boy I trimmed his hair and slicked it how it was before, the straw hat boy excitedly wants his turn and his moves to sit down and I take off his hat to see a whole god dammed mess, his unruly locks aren't kept right not even moisturized and it's filled with sand and dirt; " You should be ashamed of this... I mean how long have you went without a wash?" he thinks with picking his nose? And says a about a few months probably a year, within a long hour I washed and detangled his curly hair and it looks very pretty with a few fruity scents he looks more... boyish in a sense?

Turing to the swordsmen who is just looking around I asked did he want anything done he says he doesn't need it but if do I have something to drink, walking to the fridge in the back of the hose I get him a nice glass of sake and walks over to the man named Ussop, asking him to get in the chair and what he wants done he takes off the rag over his hair and it not as bad the straw hat boy but he's veryyy over due for a retwist. " When the last time you had your hair done? you locs are almost matted?"

" Oh! I don't know what that is, my mom did them and... well, nobody else knew how to manage them"

" It's called a retwist your locs need to maintained and just washing them isn't doing you much good."

" Oh... well can you do that? It'll look nice right?"

" Absolutely, and don't worry about the cost all I ask is you get Nami safe." Sanji questions me even when knowing Nami isn't the best person why I would want her safe I truly didn't know, being friends with her and Nojiko the fond memories of her just can't leave my mind no matter what. Grabbing some clips and a comb with some gel I section and part each loc of his, he winces at every tug and I roll my eyes when he asks is it supposed to hurt, " Well you matted locs hun, it going to a bit painful regardless" I say stilling twisting and clipping his locs as the rest of the men lounge around or read a magazine.

With in a few hours I was done and he was looking good as new, with him looking in the mirror I looked outside and it's dark and I see Arlong and his goon walking towards my salon, turning frantic I tell the Straw hats to give any money to Arlong but they seemed unfazed, well except for Ussop who slowly hid behind the swordsman. Arlong bust through the door and looks eyes with the straw hat and laughs a bone chilling laugh.

" Hello, are you here for-"

" Selling out my location to pirate huh? After the good business I gave you y/n?" I looked confused and tries to explain I dint know they were pirates just new customers but, it gets a vase and smashes it and the memories of his first visit sets in, his crew his walking around touches anything int he room as my pleas for him to get them to stop smashing things are cut off when the swordsmen points a katana at the head of fishmen and threats them. The room grows silent as each of the strange men ae in a fighting stance, Sanji tells me to get out the house and I run out the back door taking any valuables and money with me as I ran, running hearing sounds of clashing and noises of a fights echos in my ear.

It's been two days since I seen those pirates and it hasn't been good for the town, Nami reason for helping Arlong was revealed and a battle between the Straw hats and the fishmen began. It's been quite so far and Nami came back after telling me she trying to buy the village freedom, I welcomed her back with open arms and now at Nojikos home I sit with her talking about old memories when Nami and the pirates come back with new Arlong has been defeated, with praises and thanks you I congratulate their victory.

" Well Nami you've became a pirate, a better one than I thought you would be" I comment and she smiles and apologizes for our earlier past and I forgive her when the Luffy the captain to be asks a funny question

" Your hair place got destroyed in the fight, hope you arent too mad though"

' Eh, it'll better if I just do hair occasionally plus it wasn't too big of space so it'll be alright" I think of ways to make back the money for new supplies when Nami hands me a bag opening it the bad filled with thousands of berries shines ad I almost cry, with this I could open up a new business and get better products even hire people! Hugging Nami, Luffy continues

" You should join us! It'll be nice to have a new crew member!"

The swordsman questioned him saying he just can't ask anyone to join the crew because he finds them nice or cool.

" Plus, I don't fight Luffy, nor do I know how to chart maps that's a nerd thing"

" You can do your hair stuff! Ussop can make a empty room like your salon and you can do our hair!" "And I can charge a fee too... " I mumble to Nojiko and she giggles.

" So, what do you say? It's free housing too!"

"With the chance of getting blown to smithereens?"

" It's the fun part!

Looking at a smiling Luffy I agree, and he tells me they leave tomorrow.

" Y/n Let me ask you something"

"Hm?"

" You did Ussop hair? He looks different..."

" Yes! girl he needed a retwist like 30 days ago!" Laughing that I wonder what new styles I could do being the Straw hat hairstylist, maybe I could twist up a new love in my heart?

[campbell-rose]

Helluva Rewrite: Moxxie

A big thing with Moxxie was just me wanting him to not look like a butler. I don’t know what it is with Viv and men in suits, but I'm not a fan. To keep his vest from blending into his pants, I untucked a bit of his undershirt. I want each member of IMP to stand out visually from one another (because all imps literally look related to some degree lol) so I gave Moxxie green in his color palette to contrast the orangish red tone I gave his skin. I also think green eyes will help him stand out very nicely from the group. Instead of striped I put gold rings on his tail and gave him a couple rings on his fingers because greed and gold. Since Viv loves bowties, I let Mox keep his but made it droopy because I think it’s cuter. Originally, I was going to keep his coattails, but I feel like with the shape of his legs it just muddies his silhouette. 

With Moxxie there isn’t much about his character I have to gripe about or want to change. He’s a skilled gunman with knowledge of the subject and history of guns. Cool, now for that, I’m working in his greed traits and decided that he outright hoards guns (since viv wants to claim imps hoard things). Moxxie has a vast collection and is always keeping them nice and spiffy. 

Now one thing I don’t like about Moxxie is his insecurity. Moreso the fact that it’s constantly being played up, like in Unhappy Campers where he’s like a crotchety old woman going through menopause because his wife is more popular than him. At that point it’s just stupid for the sake of drama. Since I made Millie the insecure one, I’m going to play up Moxxie’s straight man status. 

Moxxie is going to be the level headed cool sniper type I suppose. He’s not going to be as expression as Millie, the blue oni to her red in a sense. I think the comedy of that could be when something does make him lose his composure (I think I'll draw up a redone scene as an example) like Millie’s parents outright disliking him or Striker singing about how he sucks and should go fuck himself. I like the idea that because of his childhood as the son of an abusive mob boss father he’s learned to shove bad feelings down rather than express them outright. This doesn’t mean I want him to be a stone faced rock. No, I mostly just want him to express surface level exasperation and frustration with Blitzø’s antics (like his big “WHAT?” when Blitz mentions he hired Strikker) 

So an example of this could be Striker’s song. After he tells Moxxie to go fuck himself, a close shot of Moxxie’s face shows it twitching. He adjusts his glasses, stands up, and excuses himself. (Millie recognizes that this is bad because she knows him and follows) But she loses him in Striker’s fangirl crowd. Moxxie will be visibly upset as he climbs the stairs before hearing Millie calling for him and regaining his composure – until he notices the glow coming from Striker’s room that catches his attention. 

So I don’t want this Moxxie to be a straight-faced ass, just a more composed character. 

Back to his insecurity real quick! Mozzie is a trained assassin but his is not physically strong enough to fight hand to hand. This is a weak spot for him because his father constantly shat all over him growing up and would literally smack him around and Moxxie was (in his own mind) too physically weak to stop it from happening. 

As to how he met Blitzo... well in this I don’t want the bs jail in hell bit because there has been no justifiable ass pulls by Viv or the team. Idk I'm having trouble. Maybe they met through Millie? Like Moxxie meets Millie doing something and is like ‘holy shit I love this chick fuck you dad I'm out.’ 

Idk that’s what I'm going with I'll fix it later this took way too long to do and i'll still gotta do Blitzo and Stolas and maybe the other characters and then maybe rework season one idk i'll focus on just doing Blitzo and reworking my Loona again

[eri-pl]

Silm reread interlude 2: more Lay of Leithian [canto 4-5]

Canto 4

Again: Beren is sick to upfront pay for the fact of Luthien loving him. Huh. OK.

But we get the beautiful line: "and in his doom was Lúthien snared, the deathless in his dying shared; and Fate them forged a binding chain of living love and mortal pain".

Beren learns new things and gets more elflike, for lack of a better word. Also, they do dance and… if I haven't read LaCE, I might have had some assumptions about what happens here in between the lines. TBH because this is an early text, I'm still not sure how to read it.

Dairon (Daeron) is angry and jealous and curses Doriath with silence. Also, snitches on Lúthien for having a lover (this wors is used in the text, I do not claim that they are lovers in the modern sense, but I don't have a better fitting word for this. "boyfriend" seems too anachronistic and not intense enough.).

Thingol's crown described: it's silver and green. And his people wear armor.

More beautiful lines (similar as in the published Silm): "what I sought not I have found and love it is hath here me bound".

Also, a declaration of how strong the love is, which does our favorite "nor X nor Y" scheme, best known from a certain ill-fated oath: "nor rocks nor steel nor Morgoth's fire nor all the power of Elfinesse shall keep the gem I would posess".

[But Beren doesn't swear to harm anyone, also it's romance not greed so it's not bad. Just sounds cool. TBH I think the nor/nor/nor was a common literary thing in the kind of poetry Tolkien based his writings on. It feels like it.]

Dairon calls Beren "baseborn mortal", which is quite a burn.

The Ring of Barahir is described. Speaking of it, I am really curious what does this design mean and why does this ring look like this, it is really strange tbh.

Melian calls Thingol out on being prideful.

Thingol ignores her and sends Beren on a quest, nicely echoing his words: "A treasure dear I too desire, but rocks and steel and Morgoth's fire from all the powers of Elfinesse do keep the jewel I would posess."

The Sindar laugh at Beren and we get a recap on where the Silmarils came from. Feanor kindled them slow[ly], which is interesting. Oath of [sons of] Feanor mentioned, but by narration, not by characters. Also, it's said to be sworn in mandess.

Beren laughs at the Sindar, bitterly, and agrees to the price and walks away like a boss "he turned, and thrust aside the ring of guards about him, and was gone".

Luthien cries and is afraid. Thingol is certain that Beren will die.

"But Melian smiled, and there was pain as of far knowledge in her eyes; for such is the sorrow of the wise."

Relateable. But, excuse me for correcting the Professof himself, I would kick out the "for", for rhythm and made the last line a new sentence.

Canto 5

Lúthien talks with Melian, we got the most alliterative of lines: "and dare the dread in dungeons dim", I love it!

Dairon snitches at Lúthien again. "Thingol was wroth and yet amazed; in wonder and half fear he gazed on Dairon". I love the description. Again: Thingol is the not best, nor the worst, but definitely the most psychologically realistic, slice-of-life-ish guy in the Silm. And agais: "In angry love and half in fear Thingol took counsuel".

Lúthien is imprisoned in a treehouse: "up she clomb" (it means "climbed"). I love Tolkien's arbitrary past tense forms. She forgives Daeron, because ha makes sad enough songs about it (no, Maglor, a song can work with "sorry I snitched on you", not with "sorry I murdered your family", you need to, idk, stop murdering people is a good start)

Luthien does magic, which has a very fairytale description."'At middle night,' she said, 'in bowl of silver white it must be drawn and brought to me with no word spoken". Also, she gets a spinning-wheel! Daeron doesn't snitch on her anymore, "though his heart feared the dark purpose of her art". Mmm... scary!Lúthien!

She sings magic songs, also we get one of the few Tolkienian examples of one of my favorite things/vibes, which is "darkness but good" (or at least not evil): "another song she sang, of night and darkness without end, and flight and freedom."

Darkness without end, you say? Haven't we, umm, heard this idea somewhere already, Professor? I have thoughts. I do have questions. Sir.

So, on one hand: Feanor with sons goes to chill at the edge of the Void, but after he became, umm, more questionable, "everlasting darkness" is the scariest thing he can think of. Also, here darkness seems to be a good thing. Also, accordint go that one text, early Mannish tales have darkness, or at least "beyond darkness" as clearly positive.

On the other hand (which I do not posess anymore) you have scary darkness-spiders and "Darkness" used as a term for extreme-scary-unknown even in the context of the Valar.

On another hand, you have "darkness" used as symonim for "evil" in narration, I think, even in places where the narrative frame is nonexistent. But let's ignore this a little. :D [Also, "shadow" but it's not the same thing.]

OK, so … I do have thoughts. I should probably pull them into a separate post when/if I figure out what precisely those thoughts are. TLDR something about/around the Gift of Men, but I'm not sure, I can't pinpoint it well yet. Or maybe I can but I'm afraid to. Unclear.

And also also, coming back to the reread, of all the Elves, it is Lúthien who sings of darkness. Hmm.

And for a less interesting, and more lighthearted song, we also get a list of "longest things", including Uinen's hair and my favorite chain, Angainor "that ere Doom for Morgoth shall by Gods be wrought, of steel and tornment". Because of course, as a half-Maia she is allowed to put some foreshadowing in her songs.

BTW what was Tolkien's problem with the 's possesives? I mean, what was the problem of Tolkien with it? :D

We get a really weird poetic choice where two lines end on "dark". Also, Lúthien's hair grows long and pools on the floor (I imagine it roughly like the dress of Morticia Addams)

Short-haired Lúthien! "and cut the hair about her ears, and close she cropped it to her head". And her hair is now darker (less gleaming?) Also, "she wove a web like misty air of moonless night". I absolutely love the mix of "what I am afraid of" (spiders, darkness probably) and "what I am fascinated by" (Edith) that Tolkien does here. But I do have peculiar emotional connections sometimes, I guess it doesn't work well for everyone. But. I love dark!beautiful!spider-ish!Luthien. She needs a fanart.

Also, speaking of fanart, we get a description of her clothing, which is white dress and blue mantle with jewels that look like golden lilies? I think? The language is difficult. OK, sir, we get it, she is as cool as you can write. I am not laugh— no, actually I am laughing a little (yes, yes, the way I described her in the previous paragraph, I know). But ok. And tbh it does make sense with her color palette.

And in the notes we get a suggestion that Thingol couldn't believe that Lúthien actually loved Beren without any weird spells doing that. Which explains a lot of his bahavior tbh, but, Your Highness, maybe you could have asked your Maia wife to have a look at this and tell you if there's some magic going on?

OK, enough for one post.

[axel29-exe]

I'm watching supernatural for the very first time.

okay continuing from my last post on supernatural here's some of the things that i noticed or told my friend about.

the green screening still looks funky but it adds (screenshot below)

they really did an Actor AU

no early 2000's video program can do that AND GRAPHIC DESIGN IS THERE PASSION. (screenshot below)

Dr sexy is Dean's man crush.

Dean's obsession with cowboys is real, i love red dead redemption

(my friend said they wanted the chest tattoo) well you can't exactly get the rib ones. cause ya know. It's on your ribs.

WHY IS HIS PANTS PULLED UP SO HIGH??(screenshot below

CASS WENT KABOOM, BRO WENT MARANARA SAUCE.

HIT LIST, - John - becky for that fuck ass SA shit - John again for good measure

they really went international, to scottland.

Misha goated w/ the sauce

i can be ur angle or ur deivl

Another thing was that i was coming up with some theories BUT they were later disproven. my fav one is this:

The way I see it is that either Dean wasn't born with a full soul/ soul or he lost it or broke it in hell because he's been constantly eating since the start of the show. When he was with Cass at the striper club, he mentioned that it was the first time in a long time since he had laughed. which could also mean that because he lacks a soul, his body yearns for one and Cass's holy energy?? is substituting it a bit or that Cass has too much soul because ya know angel.

So his soul got taken when he took the fiery plunge and when he came back all his habits representing greed cranked up tenfold.

he fills his lack of a soul with human desires to feel something , so eating, drinking, sex, not sleeping . Just constant consumption that invokes human endorphins, because he's legit undead.

IT WAS A THEORY AND A BOY CAN DREAM but alas i was wrong.

anyway ill do another one of these shitposts later down my watching line :) enjoy this art of Cass and the many screenshots.

Dean w/ really high jeans

bro rlly said "zoom, enhance" and graphic design is in fact, their passion.

she has a green ring around her silhouette, i love the fuck ass green screens.

[kaylakloud]

Okay so I have a random ass theory that connects hazbin hotel and helluva boss...

So we all know that Alastor is hungry for power and is "on a leash," meaning he made a deal with someone. I love all the theories that it could be Lillith or Zestial, but.. hear me out.. what if it's Mammon?

Think about it for a second.. Mammon is the embodiment of greed, and Alastor is greedy for power. Not to mention, Mammon has the same bright neon green color scheme. I also believe mammon has the ability to travel through the rings like ozzie can-? So what's stopping them from meeting in the pride ring..

Hear me out.. What if mammon had to go to the pride ring for a 7 deadly sins meeting or something. Mammon might want the power and/or the money Lucifer holds, but he knows overthrowing Lucifer would be too difficult. Alastor wants power. Maybe Alastor ran into Mammon by chance (or fate or on purpose lol) and they made a deal that Al will be granted ultimate power once he finds a way to obtain lucifers/Charlie's power/money and give it to mammon. Alastor is given a bit more power than other overlords have but is still on Mammons leash until he hands over what Mammon wants.

To add to this, what if Mammon has a crystal or something similar to what Ozzie gave Stolas that would allow him to access the living world- What if Alastor wants that crystal/item in order to take control of the living world

idk just a fan theory I came up with lol 😅

[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ 18+, swearing, depictions of death

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Chapter Nine (3.9k)

The room was swallowed in darkness. The curtains all pulled closed around the room, the only source of light was the bright candles that were lit aflame. The lights flickered with energy, the energy that was feeding the room. 

Each chair was taken, filled by a ruler who may not have wanted to be there. Hell was their sanctuary, yet Satan was the one to call all of the shots. Satan was the one to pull all the strings. And his up to no good son sat next to him. 

He started to freak some of the sins out, even. They had never heard of a hellborn becoming an overlord. They never heard of an Overlord becoming so powerful, they could potentially be stronger than the Goetias. 

Perhaps it was the way he sat, or the way he held himself. He wreaked of power, of independence. As if this little meeting was pure entertainment to him. Some of the sins couldn’t fully believe that such a sweet, little boy, could become a man who doomed almost all of the Wrath Ring. 

Yet, there he sat. Right next to his father. Hands folded on top of the table, while he awaited his father’s words. His ears, groomed and upright, his eyes red and devilish. He fit the role of a ruler's son, yet all sins knew he could never be anything close to it. 

“Extermination day is around the corner.” Satan muttered, leaned back in his chair as he barely made eye contact with the other sins. “And I understand that it means nothing to some of you. The angels don’t get close enough to affect you.” He glanced around the room. 

“Mammon, Asmodeus, Levi, and Belphie.” He looked among the tables at the residing leaders. 

“I understand that you have something to say about the extermination?” 

“Yeah, callin’ upon us to do this conversation is bullshit.” Mammon spoke. “I mean, we don’t even get a chance to see an angel in Greed, so I don’t know why we’re here.” 

“It’s not just that,” Asmodeus added, raising a hand. “To some,” He glared at Mammon. “This doesn't matter. But I know that the Gluttony ring as well as the Wrath ring go through quite a bit of havoc when this happens. And some of us, Levi and I, are willing to offer some kind of help to protect your rings.” He said. 

“Your offering..?” Satan asked, a frown on his face. 

“Of course.” Asmodeus frowned. “I hate to see our people get hurt. Yeah, I know they’re not my people or Levi’s people, but it’s important to know that we got your back. You call on us, and we can give you whatever you need to help.” He said. 

“Pfft,” Mammon rolled his eyes. “Makes me think maybe you’re a little too… Greedy, to be in the spotlight Asmo.” 

“I am not, thank you very much.” Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, glaring at the green clown. 

Satan took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. 

“Right now, all we know is that we’re being faced with the angelic army coming down to kill our sinners. But more importantly, the overlords.” He said. 

Alastor turned his head to his father, a confused expression on his face. 

“With the power overlords have, they have the chance to protect us, the six deadly sins. Angels know that. Sadly, overlords are our last line of defence.” 

“What should we do then…?” Bee asked, a frown on her face as she leaned against the table. “Do we hide the overlords…? They won’t listen to us.” 

“I say we do nothing.” Satan spoke. 

“Woah, serious?” Levi asked, looking between Satan and Alastor. “Dude, your son is an overlord.”

“And I know he’s going to be just fine.” Satan looked at Alastor. “Right?” Alastor eased into a smile, giving his father a firm nod. 

“Exorcists are mere weaklings upon the overlords. If an angel gets their hands on one of us, all of us will fight back.”

“Especially if it’s Miss Rosie, right??” Mammon smirked, shooting a look over at Alastor. The man simply ignored Mammon as he was raised to do. 

“Besides, among the overlords, we have our own way of fighting back. None of you sins need to worry about our own safety or your own.” 

“Alastor,” Asmodeus spoke, looking at the son of Satan. “That may be fine for Wrath, but… Gluttony doesn’t have that many overlords. I don’t know if they have any.”

“Barely,” Bee said, a frown on her face. “Gluttony isn’t about fighting, it’s about indulging in the many things provided. In food and drinks, passions. We don’t have overlords taking souls and calling upon them when needed. The closest thing we have to it is… I don’t know, maybe the hellhounds?” She suggested, looking at Alastor as well. 

The man looked between the two of them. He thought for just a moment before he smiled more, closing his eyes. 

“Very well then, I will talk with the overlords of Wrath and discuss a plan on how to keep Gluttony safe this time around. Maybe use the souls we have to guard you?” He suggested, looking at Bee. 

She couldn’t quite read him the way she could others. Taking a deep breath, she nodded before looking at Asmo and Levi. 

“Even with that in mind, I think Gluttony will gladly take some of your help.” 

“And Wrath as well.” Satan added, glancing at Alastor. The boy’s ears flattened against his head, an unimpressed expression etched into his face. “Even with the overlords, Al, we still gotta do what we have to, to stay as safe as we can be.”

“In Hell, of all places?” Alastor asked, looking up at his father. “We are in Hell, a dead body and a fight is nothing scary.” 

“It is for some of the rings.” Levi said. “Lust, Envy, Sloth and Greed are kind of well off. We don’t have dead bodies laying in the streets. We don’t have fights going on every hour.” He explained. 

“Exactly,” Asmodeus smiled. “Lust and Envy especially.” Alastor hummed, giving a small nod as his ears slowly perked back up. 

“Fine then.” 

Satan sat tall, looking at each sin. 

“Extermination day is in five days. Bee, Asmo and Levi. Be prepared.” 

“And what do we do?” Mammon asked, gesturing to Belphie and himself. “Just sit around and do nothing?”

“Carry on like nothing’s going on, yes.” Satan stood from his spot. “That’s all for today." 

“That’s bullshit..” Mammon stood from his spot. “That’s annoying.” 

Satan watched as each sin stood from their seat and left the room, yet, Beezlebub hesitated. 

Looking back at both Satan and Alastor, she had a few more questions. And maybe this might just be her chance to ask. 

“Satan?” 

“Bee, what’s up?” Satan asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“After extermination day, what then…? I doubt the overlords are going to want to help every year.” She gestured to Alastor. 

“Oh come now, dear,” Alastor waved his hand, a bright smile on his face. “Most of the overlords are loyal! Though I do have to admit, some of them you have to do a favour for in return for them helping, but I’m sure the overlords wouldn’t bat an eye in helping you out, my darling.” He smiled. 

Bee wrung her hands, giving Alastor a small nod. 

“What do I owe you then?”

“Me?” Alastor gestured to himself. He faded into the shadows, appearing beside her as he rested a hand against her arm. “You owe me nothing dear, hound. Think of it as a favour offered by a dear friend.” He smiled. 

Beezlebub gave a small nod. 

“Thank you, Alastor.” He welcomed her with a bow of his head before he headed back over to the table. 

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It was hours before extermination day. Exorcists were preparing, sharpening their spears and filling on energy drinks. The Heavenly sky, bright and beautiful oranges and blues as the suns began to rise among the day. 

On a day like this, Lucifer would be tucked in bed, fast asleep, Duckie to his side. Not a care in the world as he slept, dreamed of the lands he wished to touch. Yet here he stands, in front of the angelic army, exorcists behind him as he wielded the sword of God. Barely any armor covered his body as both Raguel and Zadkiel prepared to open the portal. 

Michael, beside him, held onto his sword tightly, a firm expression on his face as he readied himself. What lies ahead, neither of them could tell. The exorcists were getting riled up, ready to get their hands dirty, but Lucifer felt almost out of place. 

He wanted nothing more than to be in bed, comfortable and warm and rolling over to fall back to sleep. Yet, watching Michael, he knew he had to be here. He and Michael, it was their prophecy to do this. It was the only other way into the Hierarchy, without the years of trouble their brothers would have to face. 

“Alright,” Zadkiel looked among the soldiers, seeing their hungry movements, itching to go down to hell. Ready to shed blood among the streets of the damned. “You have 24 hours. Kill as many sinners and demons you can. Don’t get injured. Don’t get killed.” He spoke, beginning to pace back and forth in front of them. 

“You are to only touch the sinners and hellborns. If you touch any other ranking in hell, you will be punished. Take count on how many souls you’ve killed. By tomorrow, we will see who ranks the highest among you.” He continued. 

“Michael Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar will keep the portal between Heaven and Hell safe. But, in an instance someone or something has both occupied, it is your duty to protect them with your life. I wish you all well.” He bowed his head to the army. 

Lucifer swallowed hard, grabbing onto the golden handle of the sword. He took a shaky breath as the portal opened, the symbols decorated around it, the golden glittered magic flowed like water, circling larger and larger as exorcists rushed out of Heaven, charging into Hell with no mercy. 

“Ready Luci?” Michael yelled, glancing at his brother. Lucifer took a shaky breath. He held up the sword as he nodded. 

Once all exorcists flew through the portal, Lucifer and Michael went through. Behind them, Raguel and Zadkiel stood guard from Heaven, watching among the rest of the beautiful world, unable to steal a glance down to the red, unholy section God created. 

The world around them was nearly a nightmare. The sky lingered an orange, blood red. Clouds barely drifted, almost still in the wind. The large pentagram glimmered down at them, reminding them where they were. 

Down below, the world was so large, yet seemed so small. Screams echoed through the streets. Souls begging for forgiveness, begging to be left alone. Some fought back, trying to fight against the angels, with little success. The white, angelic weapons pierced through sinners, red blood dripping and staining the streets, blending into the world of their own. 

The smell of the long dead lingered in the air, turning stomachs, and making faces green. It was a smell that was oddly familiar to Lucifer, yet Michael beside him, didn’t look well. The screams echoed through his ears, the sound of blood splattering against buildings, against roads. Michael gripped the sword in his hand as he closed his eyes. 

“You okay..?” Lucifer voiced, looking at his brother. 

“Fine.” Michael swallowed hard, opening his eyes as he looked around at the mess of what Hell really was. 

To him, it was brutal. So many sins committed, surrounding the grounds of Hell. The dirty hands of souls long lost, barely touched and reminded of what was once beautiful. He knew about this, ever since he was young. He knew the gruesome truth of Hell long before Lucifer did. Yet, looking down at it all, it felt almost fake. Like everything in the books was just a figment of words. But all around them, every inch of Hell was true. 

“How can such a place be real…?” Michael muttered. “Everywhere I look, a sin’s being committed.”

“And not just by sinners.” Lucifer added. Michael hesitated. He stole a look at his brother. The look of disgust lingered on his face, his hands gripping the base of the sword. Yet, Michael couldn’t tell what threw Lucifer off more. The sins the poor sinners were committing, or the actions of their own angels. 

“Don’t think about it.” 

Lucifer looked at Michael. 

“Easy for you to say…”

“What’s that mean?” Michael frowned. Lucifer huffed, shaking his head as he looked back down at the wrecks of Hell. 

“Don’t worry about it, Michael. Just focus.” Lucifer muttered, keeping his eyes down on the grounds of Hell. He saw things, saw souls. Saw bloodshed and murder of people who didn’t deserve it. In his eyes, at least. Yet there was no way he was going to voice such an opinion. Not in front of Michael. 

It went on for hours. The swords, though they were heavy, began to weigh more and more on their arms as they watched Angels do their jobs. Watched angels slaughter souls who were only doing what they thought was right. 

Lucifer watched as fires lit all around the city. Car crashes echoed through the streets, glass shattering as Angels forced their spears through the windshields, into the hearts of the sinners. 

The damned had no defences, not that Lucifer could see. They were either killed or to be killed. And frankly, most of them were dead before they even knew what was going on. It made Lucifer wonder what type of sins they had to commit to belong down in Hell. He wondered if the exorcist's army belonged down here instead of up in Heaven, though thoughts like that could get him reprimanded by his father. And that was something he most definitely didn’t want. 

The angels looked like they were having fun in the slaughter. Laughing with each other as they killed alongside their friends. Ruthless words spoken from their mouths that would not pass in Heaven with any chance. Things didn’t make sense. Angels didn’t make sense. 

But before Lucifer could throw down the sword, a large gold and white clocktower rang, booming through all of Hell. Exorcists stopped. Their gaze met the clock tower as some began to retreat. Twenty-four hours of hovering in the sky, watching the souls drain into the darkest pits, forced there by the angels who Lucifer thought were good. 

Some exorcists returned to Heaven with scratches, marks and bites. Some returned unscathed. Not a mark on them, yet they were covered in blood. Red and black. Colours that flashed before Lucifer’s eyes. Colours that seemed oddly familiar. 

“Lucifer!” Michael shouted. Before he realized it, Michael was in the portal, holding his hand out to his brother. Blinking, he reached up, grabbing onto his hand as he was pulled back into the Angelic world. The portal closed soon after, disappearing into gold dust that sprinkled against the ground. 

Around them, exorcists collapsed on the ground, exhausted but thrilled. Helmets thrown off to the side as smiles lingered on their faces. Blood stained their uniforms yet they didn’t bother to care. Some girls clutched onto themselves, golden blood draining from their wounds caused by the sinners who decided to fight back. 

Lucifer was careful to put the sword of God down, looking among all of the women who fought against the demons of Hell. Yet he and Michael were barely even noticed. He didn’t quite understand why they needed to be there in the first place. Not a sinner noticed them, hovering in the air. And yes, there were sinners who had wings, but didn’t bother to reach up that high. 

Sinners saw the portal, looked at the two angels and fled without a second thought, knowing their demise was imminent. 

Lucifer took a deep breath as he set down the little armor that covered his body. 

“I’m going home.” He said, looking between Michael, Raguel and Zadkiel. The two elder angels didn’t interrupt him as he headed off the platforms, away from the death he witnessed. 

“Luci..” Michael frowned, putting his own sword in its sheath. As he was about to go after his younger brother, Raguel rested a hand against his shoulder. 

“Leave him be. It’s rough to see for some.” Michael swallowed hard, watching Lucifer leave, his blue and white wings unfolding as he flew off, back to the only place he knew true comfort. 

“Is.. he's gonna be okay, right…?” Michael asked. 

“He’ll be fine.” Zadkiel said, not looking at the young archangel. 

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Hours had passed as Lucifer sat at his desk in his bedroom. He fiddled with his magic, playing around with the golds and blues and pinks that decorated around his fingers. Sat to the side of the desk, two little ducks that resemble Raguel and Zadkiel. Made months ago before the extermination happened. Yet, with everything that happened he should’ve been exhausted. 

He sat there though, using his magic to create the little ducks that resembled Dina and Alya. They were kind to him, and caring. He didn’t see them throughout the day, and maybe to him, that was a good thing. He wanted to still think of them as pure and kind. Not angels who murder for fun. 

Sat on his bed, a large book depicting the understanding of Hell. He hadn’t even opened it, as his fingers worked along the seams of the duck in his hand. 

He remembers spending hours working on Emily’s little duck. It mattered most to him that she received it before her big day. Perhaps a hobby that he took a liking to. Or maybe it was just something to distract his mind from the rules of Heaven. 

A gentle knock on the door didn’t even faze him as he snapped his fingers. The lock on the door turned, allowing the person outside to enter into his room. He didn’t bother to look up from his work when the soft voice spoke to him. 

“You’ve been cooped up in here since you got back…” Gabriel muttered, closing the door behind him. “Are you okay…?” He asked. Lucifer didn’t answer him. He looked down at the paper in front of him; a small doodle of Alya and Dina sat nicely on the paper. He was trying to get it right, maybe the colour of the eyes was wrong. He didn’t entirely look deep into their eyes to get the colour right. 

“Heyyy,” Gabriel knocked on the desk. “Yoohoo, big brother Luci. Are you in there?” He asked. 

Lucifer finally pulled his gaze away from the golden duck in his hand to meet Gabriel’s blue eyes. 

“Hey,” He set the duck down. “Sorry, I’ve been busy.” he leaned back in his chair, almost defeated as he looked back at the duck. “I can’t seem to get the eye colour right and I don’t feel like going back to the platforms to look at their eyes.” He explained. 

Gabriel stood there, nodding along as if he knew what Lucifer was talking about. 

“Are you gonna make one for all of us?” he asked, gesturing to the two that resembled the Elder Angels. Lucifer’s lazy blue eyes followed over to the two ducks. 

“I want to…” He muttered. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever have time.” 

“Was it that bad?” Gabriel leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “I once read about the extermination day, and how most souls don’t know about it.”

Lucifer took a deep breath as he looked at Gabriel. 

“You shouldn’t be reading about it. It’s not for children.”

“I’m not a child.” Gabriel stood straight. “I’m a year younger than you, Luci. I can read what I want to read.” He wandered around the room, looking at the small collection of trinkets Lucifer had. 

A few small ducks sat in a row on his headboard. Sitting on the bookshelf, some items from Earth he crafted by memory. A silver globe that had the land of Earth on it. On his desk, pencils and pens along with stacks of blank papers, for his hobbies. Oh a bookshelf, several other trinkets along with small and thick books, yet they were almost covered in dust. 

“You don’t read much, do you…?” He asked, sweeping up some of the dust onto his finger. 

“I just don’t have the time to,” Lucifer spun around in his chair, watching Gabriel look through his things. 

“Do you remember when you shared this room with Mike?” Gabriel asked, finally sitting on Lucifer’s bed. “The room looks so much smaller now that I’m older.”

“Tell me about it…” Lucifer looked around. “This room was huge when we were kids. Our beds were on opposite sides of the room, with enough space between them to play games.” Lucifer laughed. “And of course I’d always win.” 

“Of course you would,” Gabriel commented, looking at the book that sat on Lucifer’s bed. “What’s this?”

“Uh…” Lucifer stood from his seat as he grabbed it. “It’s just something from Father’s office.”

“Did you-?!” 

“Shh!” Lucifer covered Gabriel’s mouth. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ll return it eventually.” Gabriel stared at him in shock. He had never known someone to steal from God himself. Especially Lucifer. 

“You know you could get into deep trouble if you don’t put it back.”

“I will!” Lucifer set it down on his desk, beside the little duck he had previously been working on. “Just not yet. I want to read it first.”

“What is it about?” Gabriel asked, wandering around the room. 

“You are so full of questions!” 

“Yeah, so what’s it about?” Gabriel went back to the desk and peered down at the red and gold book. The title's font almost threw him off but he was able to read it seconds later. 

“The Principles and Understandings Of the Underworld.” He read aloud. “Why do you have a book of Hell…?”

“I wanted to read it, to get to know what I’m really in for.”

“Ahh, the army, right?” Gabriel crossed his arms as he headed back over to the bedroom door. Lucifer didn’t say anything as he sat back down at his desk. “Was it okay…? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine, Gabriel.” Lucifer smiled softly to his younger brother. “Just a tiny bit shaken up, but other than that, everything’s fine.” 

Gabriel frowned, but gave the smallest nod. 

“You’re not lying right?”

“I’m not lying! Now go, I have stuff to do!!” Lucifer complained, sinking back into his chair. 

“Oh my stars, you don’t love me!!” Gabriel opened the door. “I was wondering how you’re doing!!”

“I do love you, I’m just busy! I’m fine, Gabriel.” 

The brunette hesitated at the door. He looked over Lucifer’s expression as he took a deep breath. He knew his older brother. And he knew his older brother wasn’t one to keep secrets from him. But, seeing him like this now, he understood that the older needed some time to himself. 

“Well, father said that dinner is going to be a big one. Don’t miss out on it,” He exited the room and grabbed the doorknob. “But don’t let him see the book.” Gabriel winked at Lucifer as he closed the door. 

Lucifer chuckled, a smile on his face as he looked over at the book.

[snorky]

'Cause This Is A Wasteland, My Only Retreat

Hey y’all! This work is quite a long one in comparison to my other works. And to what my friend said, “Damn that story had a dark ending,” and so I ask you to proceed with caution. Quintin Hughes is a defenseman I look up to, and uh, to have him meet his fate (fictionally) like this is wild. Also this AU is based off of one of my favorite books, Defy The Stars by Claudia Gray. Title is based off of the song “Hell Above” by Pierce The Veil, which was the main inspiration for this for this entire fic. I hope you all enjoy! There’s some angst in this one.

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: Mild mentions of blood, Angst, Major character death

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On Genesis, the bright blue color painted the skies endlessly. The soft, green grass covered the hills and plains for miles. The air was fresh and crisp, free from any pollutant that could cause harm. Children laughed and played outside without any fear, the people lived life to its fullest peacefully. It seemed so perfect. So perfect in fact, that Earth’s most powerful wanted it. 

They were willing to do anything to try and colonize Genesis for their own benefit, and this meant by any means possible. The Liberty War was a significant event in this, a years long war that is still raging on to this day proved humanity’s greed. Many lives of Genesis’ citizens have been lost, and Earth suffered little to no casualties at all.

The reason is, Earth didn’t send humans to fight. Earth used machines, robots. They used mechs, machines built with human-likeness on the surface, but their programming allowed them to have no fear of death. Or fear of causing death.

It was twisted, fighting another planet with human habitants by using something that had no soul or perception of life. Something that could kill, and feel absolutely nothing afterwards. It seemed so cowardly to incite a war just to not participate in it. Pathetic.

But no one on Earth seemed to think it was pathetic. Pathetic was the opposite of what the innovation of mechs seemed to be. Healthcare mechs, industrial worker mechs, commercial purpose mechs, the list went on, and all it seemed to benefit humanity. And that’s exactly what they want.

It should seem so pointless to keep fighting, to keep swimming against the current, to not give up for something that is a lost cause. But it’s for the future. It’s for that small sliver of hope embedded into Genesis.

At the moment, that didn’t matter to her. What mattered was the sound of Quinn’s laughter filling the air as they rolled in the grass. The sun was warm on their skin, shining bright, and making his messy brunet hair seem to be angelic.

Quinn was the oldest brother of the Hughes family, with Jack and Luke being his younger brothers. With him being the older brother, he was extremely protective of his younger siblings, but he didn’t show it much. She was quite close to the Hughes family, with them being neighbors in a rural village near the northeast of the largest continent on Genesis.

“Quinn! Stop giggling! I need you to be serious for a moment!” she laughed. 

He then turned to her with his most serious expression, and spoke in a deep voice, “Yes, captain?” His eyes were a blank stare and his smile was forced into an emotionless expression.

They both burst out in laughter, the smiles on their faces prominent, and their eyes scrunched up to try and keep the sun out as they faced the sky. They were both young, unknowing of the Liberty War that was going on right in the moment, unknowing of what the future could be, whether good or bad.

“Okay, okay,” Quinn rolled over to face her. “What do I need to be serious about?”

She smiled and tried to contain her excitement. “Close your eyes for a second,”

He closed his eyes, or at least, made it seem like he closed his eyes, and waited. He saw her grab a flower crown that she made, with dandelions and baby’s breath all tied into a ring, and placed it on his head. The adoration in her eyes was evident, how she seemed so proud of making this crown for him. She blushed as she wiped her hands on her dress, her face peering downwards at the grass.

“Okay, Quinn. Open your eyes,” she said.

He opened his eyes and touched the crown that sat on top of his head. His fingertips felt each little flower and how the stems were weaved altogether. A slightly pink blush dusted over his pale cheeks, and he thanked her for the crown.

“You’re welcome!” Her eyes shone bright, brighter than the stars he observed. He has always wanted to go out and explore the stars, but he knew it wasn’t safe. But he didn’t know exactly why it wasn’t safe.

His mother opened the back door and called for them. “Kids! It’s time for lunch now! Jack and Luke are already at the table!” she shouted.

And just like that, Quinn was up and sprinting into his house, and she followed a while after. When she stepped into the dining room, it was chaotic. Jack and Luke were chasing each other around the table with toy swords, Quinn was shouting something about telling them to sit down, and Ellen was trying to keep them all under control.

After a few moments, they were all seated at the table quietly, their mouths occupied with chewing the sandwiches. Quinn sat next to her, his flower crown still on top of his head. Jack and Luke were sitting across the table, whispering to each other and giggling, making occasional glances at the both of them. Ellen looked at the flower crown that Quinn wore and gave a sweet smile.

When they all finished their lunches, they rushed out into the backyard, somehow as a competition about who could make it outside and to the small playhouse first. As they were running, Quinn stumbled over a rock and grazed his knee.

“Quinn! Are you alright?” she panicked. She bent down to his level and observed his knee that was scraped and slightly bleeding.

Holding back a wince, he got up slowly, “Yeah, I’m alright,”

She looked at him with concern before saying, “Go back inside please, I don’t want you to be hurt. I’ll go with you if you want,”

He nodded his head, and they both went back inside, leaving Jack and Luke to play in the yard. They walked around the house, trying to find Ellen, before they found her in the kitchen cleaning.

“You two are back early, is everything alright?” she asked.

“No, Quinn got hurt,”

She turned around and walked over to Quinn, observing his knee before leading both of them into the bathroom. Quinn sat on top of the counter, his flower crown falling to one side of his head, looking a bit upset. She opened the medicine cabinet and cleaned his wound, patching him up.

They both thanked his mom before going out onto the front porch, sitting on the steps together in silence. The cool summer breeze passes through them. Quinn adjusted his crown, making sure not to ruin it, and looked over to her. 

“Do you want to get ice cream? I can ask my mom for some money,”

Her eyes lit up, the idea of some ice cream on a nice day seemed extremely tempting. She nodded her head eagerly, “Yes please!”

He smiled and told her to wait out there for him as he walked back inside. After a few moments, he came out the door full of excitement, his face beaming. 

“Let’s go c’mon!” He waved.

They both started walking down the street towards the main shops and markets. Stalls and vendors started appearing more frequently as they got closer, the sound of the town being more alive than ever with people chatting and laughing.

As they walked down the streets, Quinn spotted a lovely flower growing from a small patch of grass. He noticed that she was a few steps ahead of him, so he bent down, and picked up the little flower and put it in his pocket. Getting back up, he continued walking alongside her.

When they reached the ice cream stand, the worker looked at both of them and smiled. “What can I get for you two today?”

She spoke first, “I’ll have the vanilla, please,”

“And for the lovely prince?”

Quinn suddenly remembered the crown on his head and froze for a bit, before realizing that it wasn’t just any ordinary flower crown, or at least, to him.

“I’ll also have the vanilla, please,” Quinn said, handing the money to them.

“Okay, two vanilla ice creams, coming up!”

The worker then handed both of them a cone with a scoop of vanilla, and then they were both off walking down the street again. The warm sun that was beaming down on them melted the ice cream at a much quicker rate than they had expected.

“Quinn! I finished my ice cream, but it melted all over my hands.” She pouted.

“We should go to the river to wash our hands,”

She nodded as the both started running back towards the outskirts of town, kicking the dirt up from underneath their feet. Once they entered the forest clearing next to the river, they started cleaning the sticky-sweet mess of the ice cream off of their hands. The rushing water was cool to the touch, passing through their fingers.

When they finished, they both started walking back towards his home nearby, the silence between them still peaceful, and the smiles on their faces still prevalent. They arrived at his house a while later.

The sun was starting to set, the sky becoming more golden and orange, and the town winding down. They could both hear the laughter of his younger brothers in the backyard, the sound of a bicycle rolling against the ground, and the wind rushing through the trees.

She looked over to Quinn, seeing the flower crown still on top of his messy brown hair, the sun casting a fiery glow across his face. He glanced at her, noticing her eyes on him, and then quickly diverted his attention to the ground in front of him.

Shortly after arriving, her mother called out for her to come back home for dinner. She felt disappointment rising inside of her, and she looked back at Quinn.

“I have to go now, I’m sorry,”

He avoided looking at her, but his eyes were still sad. “I don’t want you to go,” he said barely above a whisper.

“I’ll play with you tomorrow Quinn, don’t worry.” Her smile was soft.

“Mhm.”

As she walked away, he remembered about the flower he had picked up earlier for her. He pulled it out of his pocket, but by then, she had already returned back to her home. The flower was a small flower, with soft white petals, and a bright yellow disk in the center. He held it gently in his hands, afraid that he might ruin it, and brought it back to his room so that he could give it to her the next day.

—

As they grew older, their families still remained as close as they were when they were younger. Quinn became much more quiet and reserved, while his younger brothers became the opposite. They all still hung out together, playing sports and going out to eat every now and then, but that was only when they weren’t busy with their academics.

Genesis requires every child to have at least eleven years of regulatory education, and four years of military education by their sixteenth birthday for the oldest children in the household. It seemed rather strict to have children be required to learn how to pilot and attack using fighter ships, but it was the only hope to save the planet.

Quinn and her were placed in the same military division, meaning they would also train together. They wouldn’t go fighting just yet though, as they were both still young. Training included learning about the types of mechs that Earth used to fight and their strengths and weaknesses, practicing maneuvering in zero-gravity, and the mechanics of a fighter ship.

At the moment, Quinn was observing a straight-six engine that was resting inside of the ship, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. His brows furrowed, lips pressed tightly together, concentration etched in his face. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Need any help, Quinn?”

He jumped, startled by her sudden appearance beside him. “Sorry, I uh—”

She laughed lightly at his action, “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize,”

Flashing her a quick smile, he returned his attention back to the engine. She took a look at the engine, shining a light underneath it to try and see what was wrong with it. Quinn glanced at it before huffing out a breath.

“I think it needs to be replaced completely, unfortunately,” he sighed.

She nodded in agreement, her arms crossed as she walked around the ship trying to find any other flaws. The wings of the ship looked to be okay, the hull slightly dented, and the windows slightly foggy. It was all Genesis could afford.

“I’ll go fetch another engine from the spare parts area,” he said as he walked away.

Her eyes followed him, seeing the stiffness in his posture, and how he looked so tense. Worry slightly grew inside of her. She cared for him greatly, so greatly in fact, that she started wondering if he cared the same way. He was so sweet and gentle with her when they were both young kids, and she couldn’t help but start feeling warmth in her chest when she saw him.

When he returned, he was carrying a replacement engine in his arms, and some of the motor oil stained his apron. He set the engine down near the ship and grabbed some of his tools. His hands worked at the screw and mechanics that were holding the engine in, causing his arms to flex underneath his shirt.

“Hey um,” he started, glancing up at her, “could you help me lift the engine out, please?” he chuckled.

“Oh, yeah of course, sorry.” She blushed.

They both lifted the engine out of the ship, placing it on the ground beside them. He then grabbed the other engine, placed it where it was supposed to be, and secured all of the screws and torque converter to it.

“Should be running now,” he muttered as he went to check the ignition. He hopped in the cockpit, and she backed up a bit. Pressing in the code for the ship, the engine roared to life, and the control panels lit up. He then turned it back off, and then got out of the ship.

“That’s good, I’ll tell Captain Abrahm,” she said as she walked off.

He watched as she went away, reminding him of all those moments when she had to go home, leaving him alone again. He held no resentment towards her, he just wished that he could spend a little longer with her. It’s always been like this for him, wanting to make her happy, wanting to make her laugh.

His hands fumbled in his pocket, searching for a little flower that was encased in a glittery resin charm. He pulled it out and smiled, seeing how the flower was still preserved to this day. He hoped that one day, he would have the courage to give her the flower, as she did with a flower crown when they were both young.

“Specialist Hughes?” Captain Abrahm called to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. 

“Yes Captain Abrahm?”

“I’d like to have a talk with you in my office, please.”

Quinn walked over to the office where Captain Abrahm usually sat, and noticed him standing behind his desk. He motioned for him to sit down, and he did so.

“I need to have a discussion with you for a moment, if that is alright with you, Specialist Hughes.”

He felt nervousness bubbling inside of him, but he hid it well, his face remaining emotionless. “Of course, Captain Abrahm,”

“You have heard of the Liberty War, and we both know it is a very serious event that is occurring at the moment that is affecting us.” Captain Abrahm paced around the room, his posture not faltering in any way. “The military of Genesis has decided that you would be a fit position to join the military as a soldier, and we would like to discuss this with you, as well as give you time to think about it before you make your decision,”

Quinn sat there, focusing on the words that he had just heard from his commander. He would have to end up leaving home, leaving his brothers, his family. The chances of him returning were high, but never one-hundred percent.

“I know it is a tough decision, so I am informing you of this now,” he spoke again.

He pressed his lips tightly together before responding, “Thank you, Captain Abrahm. I’ll think about it before returning my response back to you as soon as possible,” he said as he walked away, his heart aching and his breaths uneven.

On his walk home, he felt uneasy, he didn’t know what the future had in store for him anymore. He felt lost, confused, scared. Hearing footsteps behind him, he quickly turned around, but to his relief, he spotted her.

“I am so sorry Quinn, I had a meeting with Captain Abrahm and was running a bit late,” her voice cracked slightly. 

Quinn noticed the redness in her eyes and cheeks, and how her nose sniffled. He knew this look well, he knew it by heart, but every time, he wishes that he could see it less. He pulled her into a close hug, and she started crying. Her sobs came out muffled, and he gently rubbed comforting circles into her back. He held her tight, as if to ground her onto the planet, to remind her that she is still here with him. That there is still time, together.

They parted ways once they arrived at their homes, the sun casting golden rays across the sky, but this time, it didn’t feel so warm. It felt like a hot flash of betrayal. It was something that was a mockery, something that reminded Quinn of the past, something that he couldn’t live in anymore.

When he stepped into his home, it seemed quiet and still. The air felt damp against his skin, the silence ringing in his ears. He went into his room and took a shower, trying to scrub the remnants of the day off of him.

Laying on his bed, he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts running. He wanted so badly to tell her that he cares, that he is in love with her, that he would give his all to her. His tears fell, knowing that he had to do it sooner rather than later, but how? She deserved everything, and yet he felt so lost trying to tell this to her. 

What he didn’t know is that she felt the same way, just as lost as he was, just as confused and scared as he was. She wanted so badly to let it all out to him, to lay her heart out to him, giving him every bit of it. Her eyes cried at the thought of needing to risk her life in the military. Of course she could back out of it, but what about Quinn? Would he do the same? She knew him as the person to fight, to give everything to the ones he loved, the person that would sacrifice themselves for the better.

When they both broke the news to their parents, they were proud that they made it up to that level of ranking. But it was so obvious to see the pain etched into their faces when they heard that they would end up serving in the military. It pained them to see the heartbreak that they caused within their parents. It hurt, it broke them into pieces, and yet they hoped it was for the best. It was toxic.

A couple of weeks later, training had ended, and the graduation ceremony for the military was nearing. Quinn still hadn’t told her how he felt, and the pain was eating him bit by bit. He was too nervous to ruin what he had with her, too nervous that this one little conversation would suddenly create a gap between them.

Jack and Luke both noticed this, how Quinn was extremely quiet when her name was brought up, how Quinn seemed nervous around her, how he barely smiled to anyone but his family and her. They both tried to convince Quinn to tell her, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to tell her that he loved her.

When both Quinn and her stood on the stage alongside other specialists being promoted, their exosuits bearing Genesis colors and helmets by their sides, they felt a sense of pride at the moment. To achieve this level was to achieve a high level of honor and respect. Their names were called one at a time, an applause after each, and a badge was handed to them.

However, the tension still felt high. The pressure was astronomical. Everyone that stood on the stage knew the sacrifice that they were making. Everyone that stood on the stage knew about the risk of this. Nervous expressions weren’t shown, but anyone could sense it.

Once the ceremony was over, their families made their way to them, giving out hugs and congratulations. Ellen held Quinn close, her tears slightly falling onto the cold exosuit, and both Jack and Luke gave their brother a hug with a pat on the back. It was a time of happiness, and yet so much sadness. A bittersweet moment.

Quinn walked over to her, giving her a firm handshake, before she pulled him into a tight hug, her strong facade faltering in his grasp. His own eyes shed a few tears, his voice quiet and untrusting of his wavering breath. They looked into each other’s eyes, words unspoken, but they both knew that there was something between them.

They were dismissed and allowed to return back home to their families, their journeys silent, but it was evident that something was off. Their families decided to eat dinner together at the Hughes’ house as a celebration. The light that hung above the dinner table glittered, the candles that were lit shone softly, and old jokes were being passed around lightheartedly.

As dinner was concluding, Quinn helped his mother clean up the dishes and the table, putting the candles out, and wiping everything down. She did similarly to help his mother, and once they were all done, Ellen thanked the both of them.

Outside, the night was dark, and stars speckled the sky. Quinn and her both walked out to a bridge nearby that was over a river and sat down. The crickets chirped quietly in the surrounding area. Silence hung between the both of them, lingering like the night.

He turned to her, and broke the silence with his voice. “I’m sorry.” He sighed.

She looked at him, puzzled by this sudden remark. “For what, Quinn? You didn’t do anything wrong,”

He took a deep breath in, contemplating if he should just tell her, but he didn’t. He turned to face the river again, staring at it blankly. She noticed how tears started welling in his eyes, how they looked glossy, and she gently cupped his face. His tears rolled down his cheek, and her thumb gently wiped it away.

He then pulled away from her touch, wiping his own tears away, before turning to her again. “I hope you know that I’ll always care for you,” he said, his voice wavering.

She nodded her head, her own tears forming, “Me too, I’ll always care about you Quintin.” She never used his full name, only his nickname.

—

They both stood there in the main warship alongside the other soldiers in a line, waiting for orders to be given to them. Wearing their exosuits, helmets were held under their arms beside them, their posture strong and confident, expressing no fear. 

They could all see the stars outside of the windows, each little dot in the sky. The dark vastness of space filled the gaps between the stars and planets. A faint line of blue and purple stars covered a small portion of the space.

Captain Abrahm walked into the area, his exosuit gleaming under the dim lighting, taking attendance to account for every soldier in the room. Once he counted everyone, he started speaking. “Today will be the fifth run towards the Genesis Gate. We’ve observed that the amount of mechs in the area are higher than normal, and we advise you to stay extra vigilant.”

Just from hearing that, they all knew that it would be a tougher battle today. No time for miscalculations, no time for distractions. Quinn’s facial expression remained blank, his eyes looked tired and dark, his brown hair falling onto his forehead. He focused on the words, hoping that today wouldn’t be his last day, hoping that it wouldn’t be anyone’s last day.

The artificial gravity dissipated as they all began to float in the air, waiting for further instructions. Quinn looked around, spotting her across the room floating gracefully, her eyes shut in concentration. He tried to do the same, focusing on his breathing, and he relaxed his body. 

When he opened his eyes, he made eye contact with her, and they both smiled sweetly. He adored how her eyes seemed to shine, even in the worst of situations. He adored how she looked so courageous, and he inspired to be like her. 

She thought the same about him. She adored how he was so focused and concentrated, even for the littlest things. How his lips pressed together when he was lost in thought. She adored how his hair constantly fell in his face. Most importantly, she adored how he was so caring for his friends and family.

Green lights illuminated the area, signaling that the gravity was about to turn on. They prepared themselves as their feet landed on the ground, and they all stood in a single-file line facing the corridor. They walked down the corridor when they were ordered, their boots stomping on the floor, and they made their way to their individual fighter ships.

They put their helmets on, checked their exosuits for any damage or faults, and took notes on their vitals. Once they were all seated, with every control set and ready, the system running with room for little to no errors, they took off into space.

Ship after ship flew out into space, speeding through the area towards the gate. Stars blurred past their windows, and the planet Genesis faded behind them. Adrenaline was running through her, triggering her senses into a defensive mode. Mech ships started appearing once they flew out far enough, firing back at the ships with an almost perfect precision.

Captain Abrahm spoke through the communication systems, warning everyone of the danger that was present, “This is Captain Abrahm. We’ve spotted a higher percentage of mechs in the area, proceed with caution,” he spoke with urgency.

Quinn took control of his ship, moving it from one target to another with precision, firing each blast carefully so as to not waste his power.

With one shot, he caused a fighter mech to lose control and crash into another, imploding both ships. He drifted his ship across the field to get closer to other ships. Firing another, he shattered a ship into a few pieces, seeing the metal parts break away.

“More ships incoming!” Captain Abrahm announced through the communication systems.

She maneuvered her ship out of the way from one blast from a mech pilot, before firing back, hitting the mech. The ship shattered into pieces, and she quickly turned her attention back to another mech ship that flew nearby. 

It flew over her window, nearly crashing into her if she hadn’t piloted her ship out of the way, and she turned around before firing at it, causing it to combust. 

Out of her peripheral vision, she could see a dense group of mech ships flying towards her. She directed the ship to her left and fired at the ships, hitting one of them and blasting it into small bits. Another shot ripped through one of the ships, splitting it in half.

The corner of her eye caught a large explosion, causing her to quickly look over. The color in her face drained as she recognized the ship, its silvery color with blue and green stripes on proud display.

It was Quinn’s ship caught in the heavy fight.

Time seemed to freeze as she watched one of the mech’s ship fire, sending the blast directly towards Quinn, too close for him to pilot out of the way. Too quick. She could see how he winced as it came closer to him, how his eyes shut tightly, how his arms stiffened as he tried to control his ship downwards. 

How he tried so hard to avoid this day.

His ship split into pieces. Large chunks of metal slowly drifting apart. Fragments of the wing broken into tiny bits.

She couldn’t look away. Her eyes remained on his ship, what was his ship. It seemed so wrong to try and search for him, knowing that he was long gone now. A dull, aching pain built up in her chest. 

A bright light from the explosion caused her to blink her tears away, but as soon as she opened her eyes, her hands immediately gravitated to the communication system.

“I love you, Quintin Hughes,” she said as her helmet fogged up from the tears. “I’ll always remember you,” her voice broke. The other line was an irritating ring of a dead signal, and she slammed the radio phone down.

She quickly diverted her attention back to the mech ships, and fired at all of them with accuracy, sending every ship to its end. Her hands gripped the controls furiously, anger was boiling inside of her for not fighting hard enough.

Once the fight died down, she reluctantly reached for the communications again, calling for Captain Abrahm. “Captain Abrahm, this is fighter ship thirty-seven reporting the casualty of fighter ship forty-three,” she spoke with as much courage as she could gather.

Piloting her fighter ship back to the main warship, she felt grief, but it was impossible for her to express it. She couldn’t accept the fact that she had just lost her best friend of seventeen years. She felt empty. Usually the silence after a run was filled with Quinn and her having a small conversation. Now it was just pure silence. Never-ending radio silence.

Part Two

[demvalhaken]

I want coffee. (Art for you :D

*Insert funny thing here to keep your attention and hypnotise you into ignoring the anatomy*

THE COLOUR PALETTE ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!!!

Okay everything past this point is literally just me talking about this shit

Greed demons originally had green eyes and not yellow ones. Idk but the yellow colour slays girl! It left no crumbs and cleaned the entire table! Butttttt…. There’s a sub-ring (Ring inside a ring) in the Greed Ring… LET ME COOK FOR A SECOND.

The Sub-Ring is basically just the Land of Gold as seen in Dante’s Inferno (Which inspires some rings). It’s a giant lake in the ring that has its own kind of ecosystem and society and stuff… So what if I just keep the green eyes and say “FUCK IT SHES PART GOLD THING!” Actually I think I’ll do that-

Let me just say, all marking on Greed demons are just poker symbols and stuff like that. Their tail tips will probably stay consistently either diamonds or hearts. Do you wanna know why Ace is named Ace? ACE OF SPADES BABYYYYYYY!!! Her lore is basically, you get born with luck curse, use it to win hundreds of casino winnings, get rich, get banned, get sad, be overprotective with sister. It’s been like that since 2023, don’t judge.

The rings of Hell aren’t really fully developed yet, they’re pretty underdeveloped like Limbo… I ignore that poor ring so much because I honestly don’t care about it. Plus I need to figure out sinners, AND I NEED A PROPER DESIGN FOR LUCIFER, SATAN, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, ASMODEUS, LEVIATHAN, AND BELPHEGOR!!! AGHHHHHH!!! I’m literally just gonna make Satan fatherly goat man because that’s how he seems tbh

I HAVE SO MUCH TO DEVELOP AND ITS LITERALLY BEEN A YEAR OR TWO SINCE THIS STARTED!!! Also I literally don’t know which sin to draw first

Me talking for two paragraphs because I’m deranged :D

Is it just me or am I kinda dreading school, how am I gonna post frequently?! At least everyone sees me as a chill background character, so I probably won’t be bullied. Maybe I might be bullied for my outrageous body hair as a woman, idk I’ve never shaved except once like two years ago and I absolutely fucking hated it.

Completely unrelated rambles: you could probably tell but I am an avid fan of Vivzie’s works. Verosika deserved better tbh, she’s like my favourite character, go girl!!! I might sound crazy, but she’s not really a villain for me. Also people are getting mad at Vivzie’s tribute in the new Weird Al vid? I mean, I understand the hate… but I FIND IT FUCKING HILARIOUS THAT IT’S LITERALLY THE ALASTOR BASE MEME. I sound delusional, that’s fine I guess.

Oh yeah, here’s Ace’s original atrocious design. She ain’t got no lips and she got a receding hairline! Devious ahh smile 😭

Edit: WEVE OFFICIALLY REACHED 80 POSTS, LETS GO. I guess?

Edit 2: Dem fell off… fell off a cliff!!! Please don’t bully Dem