#inner curse

[jadecantcreate]

my offering to my fellow citizens of kremy nation for kremy wednesday! kremy being a diva as usual reference and close up after the cut

[sasunarualways]

[myinnerartist]

Well, well, well. If it isn't me, once again.

Indeed, it is i, Load. And i apologize for the almost constant posting~💜💜💜

But!! Im finally back with some simple art just experimenting with the boys' hairstyles!

On that note;

Hhhhh, not my best work, but i have redone this FIVE-SIX times... i had to just, Do what i had to do in order to finally complete this 😭😭😭

Anyway, enjoy! Tell me know what you think.

(Also, i know the bangs are way too similar for some of the boys, and i will fix that in later art, but hsjsbsjsb)

Have a good day/noon/night!🫶

[ohno-opal]

fnc but early on gillion has never really fallen in love w anyone and cant really recognize his crush on chip so everytime chip does something endearing gillion immidate mental reaction is "i HAVE to kill him. Wait no thats not it"

[roxanneslosteyes]

This is why you need to take away my tablet... 😞

I want to deeply apologise for the cuphead and that's not my neighbor fandom for this creation... 😭

[ceruleanterrapin]

Get this stupid mug out of my house

[discordiansamba]

thinking about zuko's first transformation in the traditional werewolf au because like. okay. it's this big dramatic moment. iroh has been dreading its approach for days, knowing what he knows about the exact curse that his nephew has found himself with. he's genuinely afraid that he will lose him, so the least he can do is minimize the damage zuko can do.

he has the helmsman take their ship out to deep waters, and has the crew board their steamship and put considerable distance between them. zuko enters the brig, the sturdiest place on the ship and is locked in. iroh watches as the full moon rises over the horizon and braces himself for the worst. he hears the howl of a wolf tear through the air-

-and then... it's quiet?

iroh frowns. he presses his ear against the brig door. he can sort of hear zuko moving around in there. he peeks through the hole in the door, and can just barely make out his nephew, his body twisted into wolf-shape. he's just... investigating the brig? his ears twitch and he looks up in iroh's direction.

...is he wagging his tail?

cautiously, iroh opens the door and finds that zuko... seems fine, actually. maybe a little cranky. iroh is very confused. the legends speak of a violent anger that comes upon the werewolf in their first transformation, driving them to madness. but all zuko is doing is investigating the ship with his new senses.

the night passes, and his nephew becomes human again. he's tired and hungry, with a bit of a headache. but he seems... completely fine. iroh asks him about it and zuko frowns. yeah. he guesses he felt a little angrier than usual, but...

iroh pinches the bridge of his nose. of course. his nephew is always angry. he has been angry since the agni kai. anger is his new constant. iroh has been troubled by this very turn in his nephew, but of all things, for that anger to wind up protecting him?

...well. he's just glad zuko is alright.

[hiemaldesirae]

The Hazbin Graduate’s Guide to Homicide (3)

HAZBIN'S MIDSEMESTER STUDENT REPORT Student: Vox Vanhal Supervising Staff: Professor Enoch Leviathan Sponsor: Not Applicable To the Board: Vox Vanhal may be one of the most brilliant students this school has seen in decades. In all my years of teaching at Hazbin, I have never met a student more insanely ready to learn and apply their skills- due in part, of course, to said student's own possible insanity. I mean this in a jovial way, of course, but I will admit that when young Vanhal's true identity was revealed to me that my first thought was along the lines of 'is this student insane?' Whether or not my student's reason should be called into question is something myself and my fellow professor Asmodeus have discussed in length, but there is one thing that we can definitively agree on: If there is any one student in this school who I would choose to place my bets on, it would be Vox Vanhal. There is nothing more to say at this time of report evaluation. Sincerely, Professor Leviathan.

May God's blessings be with you now and at the hour of our deaths, Amen.

[ 1 ] / [ 2 ] (<- read these first for context and more murder academy radiostatic content!)

Though Alastor may have thought that Vox was much more knowledgable in how Hazbin's Institution for Homicide worked, the truth was, Vox was still fully flying on the seat of his own coattails.

He had no damn clue what he was doing still, and although it'd been two weeks since he'd arrived, part of him still felt like how he did when he'd first arrived: hesitant, scared, not knowing where to go or what to do besides the want to make his boss suffer as he killed him.

That level of animosity might sound strange to anyone not a Hazbin student or alumnus, but it was perfectly normal for any student enrolled in the academy to have such feelings. After all, there was quite a rigorous process involved in the application, and for Vox, this application process (and what led to it) was perhaps more intense than most.

There had once been a time where Vox had dreamed of becoming a Hollywood starlet, one who lit up the silver screen and was blessed by hundreds of thousands of cheering, dedicated fans who would fawn over his every move and action. He'd wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps, at one point. But after taking on his first roles in Carmine Studios, the glamour of Hollywood had shattered like fine glass.

"Miss Vesper! Would you please look over here for a second?"

"Miss Vesper, when is your next movie coming out?!"

"Miss Vesper, is it true that you and your co-star on Anna Karenina, Valentino Vega had an affair-?"

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! That- fucking bastard!" Vox rushed into the privacy of his and Val's shared apartment, slamming the door behind him as he collapsed into the couch, head cradled in his hands. He couldn't even begin to start detailing the number of ways he'd wanted to fucking butcher and rip apart his boss.

Andrealphus Goetia was no stranger to the spotlight, naturally. One of Hollywood's top directors, the man had been an influential cornerstone in the history of movie-making, a real legend to light the days. But behind that picturesque platinum reputation laid a monstrous piece of shit.

It had been a complete accident that Andrealphus had found out about Vox's identity.

Vox himself hadn't even really planned out what to do about himself at that point, only that he'd known that the dresses he wore on screen were far more suited to his best friend than they were for him. Knew that the copious amounts of makeup flattened on him everyday made him feel more like a clown than a princess, that it was the most uncomfortable feeling to have to sit and play the pretty face for the audience's sake.

But he persisted, telling himself, one more year, one more year til my savings account has enough to supply Val and I with a comfortable life and we can leave.

But of course- of course Andrealphus had to ruin it for him.

The man had found out and immediately proceeded to blackmailing Vox with the information, holding things such as promotions, media gossip and rumors over his head. And now... now... Vox stared down at the script he held clutched in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he grasped it with an iron grip.

"Dieser verdammte bastard," Vox muttered under his breath.

Though he'd never loved the spotlight that came with his first taste of fame, he had loved acting. Had loved being adored for his skill, applauded for the emotions that he could evoke in crowds of people and the way he could twist people's hearts. He had wanted to be one of the best, a household name.

And now, he stared down at the script for a movie that Andrealphus knew would tank his reputation. It was absolute bullshit. The plot was held together by thin strings and a bit of glue, despite being an adaptation of one of the past decade's best selling books. Not only that, but the moment he left the safety of the apartment once more, he would also have to contend with the rumors that were steadily piling against him and dragging his loved ones and friends into it too.

All this, because Vox had refused to sleep with his shitty boss.

He could still hear the fucker's voice- come on, don't you wanna say that you got a piece of me? I'll even leave out the part about you being a transvestite, darling, just the fact that I got a piece of you is enough.

God. If only.... if only he could see that bastard's face when he crushed his fucking skull in between his hands. He wanted to see Andrealphus' stupid face contort in revulsion and terror when Vox finally did the deed, wanted to bathe in the the fotze's inbred blood. He'd do anything for the chance to just kill that piece of shit-

"Amorcito?"

Val's voice makes Vox jump on the spot, quickly shifting to hide the script from view. His friend comes around the corner, eyebrows furrowed with concern, and it's this that makes Vox break his composure, a single tear falling down his face as Val frowns, taking a seat next to him on the couch. "Voxxy, amor... tell me what's wrong."

And because he can never keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friend, Vox tells him everything. Val nods along, pauses at the right moments, all of that stuff that friends do when they're trying to let you know that they'd rip apart your shitty boss if not for the law.

But- and perhaps this is something that Vox knew deep down to be true anyway- Val was a bit different in that aspect. He'd met the man under... less than legal circumstances, after all, and he knew that Val was the heir to quite the illustrous cartel career.

So when Valentino stops him with a firm hand on the shoulder and hands him an application paper for Hazbin, telling him to think it through, Vox barely takes even a second glance at it before filling it out.

Now, two months later and sitting in the auditorium of Hazbin's famed Music Hall, Vox doesn't find himself regretting the decision. Sure, it's a bit lonely without Val's supporting presence by his side, but the students he's met so far have proved to be some of the friendliest people he's had the pleasure of knowing: ironic, considering the kind of school they're studying at. And he's even managed to make a friend! Not that bad a start, altogether.

Vox absentmindedly doodles on the edge of his notes as Professor Leviathan's soothing voice lectures them on the importance of a proper alibi. "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, looks like a duck, but it has an airtight alibi, it is...?"

"Not a duck," the auditorium echoes back to the professor, who nods, looking satisfied with the class's response. "So, then! The first step to alibi making is...? Miss Velvette, perhaps you'd like to answer this one for us?"

The girl sitting beside Vox shoots up in her seat, looking as if she'd just fallen asleep and was awoken by the professor's question. "Uh... the..."

After a moment of silence and stuttering, Vox takes pity on the girl, sliding Velvette over a slide of paper that she squints at before reading. "Make sure you're in a different place from the crime?"

"And how would I do that?"

"I... uh. Use an accomplice...?" Velvette stutters.

Professor Leviathan shakes his head, looking disappointed. "Not quite. One thing you will have to learn at Hazbin's is that you should never rely on any other person to carry your deed out for you. No hiring accomplices- after all, paid personnel's loyalty is shaky and they have no honor code preventing them from taking you to the police- and absolutely no committing crimes as lovers, unless you can guarantee that neither of you will be snitching. Would anyone else like to take a try?"

Vox raises his hand hesitantly. "Move the crime scene or otherwise obscure the culprit?"

Professor Leviathan snaps his fingers, "Yes! Absolutely. One of the best ways to make yourself an iron clad alibi is, if the pope is shot in the church at midnight, make sure that you are seen halfway across town in the bar at midnight; so drunk that you cannot even leave until your wife comes to pick you up at two- and no one will suspect you, even if he was actually killed right outside the pub and moved to the church instead. By moving the crime scene, you can make yourself an ironclad alibi. Obscuring the identity of the perpetrator and making it someone who couldn't possibly be you also works splendidly. After all, if the police believe the murderer to be a six foot tall adult man, then the actual perpetrator, a four foot tall young woman, would be able to pass by completely unnoticed. Thank you for that input, Vox. Now, onto the actual creation of such an alibi..."

When class ends, Vox is the first to leave his seat and head for the door, intending on leaving and getting to Track with Professor Satan as quick as possible when someone stops him in his tracks with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"Hey. Vox Vanhal, right?"

"That would be me, yes," Vox turns to face the person he's talking to, only to be met with the young woman that Professor Leviathan had called out in class earlier. "You were... Velvette?"

"Yep, that's me," the chipper young woman responds. "Listen, I know you don't know me at all, but I really need to get through this school year. Like- look, okay, I'm in a little bit over my head right now. I still want to go here and do what everyone here does, of course, I'd love to just go and plunge a damn butcher's knife into my cunt of an ex-friend's neck, but... well, you saw how I did back in class- look, what I'm trying to get at is I need someone to help me. And you're like, Leviathan's star student. So- I don't care what I have to do, I'll-"

Vox holds up a hand to stop her.

"I don't need you to do anything for me, unless you've got any tips on how to kill my boss and make him suffer during it. But I'll help you with whatever you need to study during your courses. Just..." He pauses, taking a moment to think out what he's about to ask. "Could you teach me how you did your makeup on your own?"

Velvette blinks, clearly not expecting that response. She laughs, a shrill, sharp bark and grabs his hand to shake it firmly. "Yeah, 'course I can. So, do we have a deal?"

"We do," Vox smiles. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

[frozenparadize]

- So I have an idea about what to do. I know it might sound out of the question to everyone else, but to me... Right to my core, in my blood and soul, I feel it's the only right answer. - What's your idea? - An alliance. They're the most powerful group in Yokohama, and they're fighting to defend this city.

[auncyen]

me: Siffrin uses the phrase "full of shit" in a humorously self-deprecating way in canon. So at least one culture does straight up use "shit" as an insult.

me: ...I've been setting up Poteria as focusing on the arts/celebrating beauty as opposed to Vaugardians celebrating Change. So maybe their curses would be things that are naturally repulsive to people. And Siffrin liking their plays has probably spent more time in there and might have picked up. some things.

...:D

The door opens to reveal a man around Odile's age, to guess from the wrinkles lining his face, with medium dark hair just beginning to be flecked with aged light.  His mustache twitches as he takes in both Odile and Mirabelle, and then his eyes go wide with surprise and horror.  He turns away from both of them, swearing.  "Oh, shit.  Piss and shit."

Odile grins.  Why hide that she's enjoying this?  "Hello, Signore Vallario."

[sirensea14]

ATIN ANG WEST PHILIPPINE SEA

Sa atin ang Pilipinas, mapa-timog, hilaga, silangan o kanluran.

PILIIN NATIN ANG PILIPINAS‼️🇵🇭

The West Philippine Sea is ours

The Philippines is ours, whether it be south, north, east or west.

Let us choose the Philippines‼️🇵🇭 (this last line is a reference to a song, "Piliin mo ang Pilipinas" by Angeline Quinto)

{a little fun fact before I go to the explanation, the 4 urchins in my sona's headwear references the stars and sun in our flag. The largest at the back being the sun, and the 3 front urchins being the stars. }

PLEASE READ!

I'm scared of hearing news about this, so i sometimes refuse to watch the news. However, with tiktok, facebook and instagram, its been informing shit to me. It's all over my fyp.

I made this post to spread awareness of what's going on here:

China's been all aggressive towards our territory, our WEST PHILIPPINE SEA. Then the Bamban, Tarlac mayor Alice Guo, is possibly distracting our government as the tensions rise on our WPS. And then there's the US, I don't know if we can trust the US especially with that video of an American Politician (correct me if Im wrong at this part because i do not know who that is) saying 'the USA doesn't like the Philippines and they are simply using us'. And the alarming increase of Chinese students around some regions of our country, and the illegal casino businesses (POGO) nationwide [funnily enough, I'm seeing casino game ads whenever I watch youtube or play games, it's so hilarious that theyre on the rise right now that it's annoying me.] And we're all dealing these along with the corrupt assholes in the government, poverty, and overpopulation.

I don't know what to do aside from being at least aware of the situation and spread awareness about this, because you know, I'm just... scared.

We do have some allies but I just hope no war or conflict will break out. There's too many youngsters here, and I still want to experience things i want to experience. I still want to see my 2 little brothers grow up. I still want to experience being known, being remembered, y'know?

If I die, I will gladly say, "Fuck off" on anyone who tries to invade us, may it be China or the US or anyone else. If China threatens a nuclear bomb, then death is certainly my wish at that point.

I can't be silent at this, I pray that China stops bullshitting our territory and withdraw from any conflicts they planned. We're all just people, there's so many out there scared because of this situation.

I hope this sheds some light.

REBLOG TO SPREAD AWARENESS!!

"Sa manlulupig, 'di ka pasisiil" 🇵🇭

Visual presentation of whats happening

[financialfreedomforever]

[myfatherwasapredator]

[another-delta-lover]

imagine used to have a crush on all the minecraft skeletons lmaooo how could anyone do that haha......ha

[dammek-time]

i keep running out of ice cream,, it cant go on like this

[ceruleanterrapin]

Oh my god it's the stupid cursed Leo mug again