#pride and joy

[valorianknights]

RadioJoy Hunchback Au

Small Sketch dump!

Lucifer x Emily is always a win, change my mind.

🎼Like fire, Hellfire... This fire in my skin. This burning... desire...🎶

Just some funky lil' sketches for fun. I showed them to a friend of mine, @owlofnonsense , and after thinking it over, I've decided to post this. I shouldn't horde my art if I want to bring more people aboard the crackship.

Shippers, LEND ME YOUR EARS!

COME JOIN THE CRACKSHIPS, YOU'LL HAVE FUN I SWEAR!

[smtdoesart]

Lucifer really thought he was cooking, at least he made her smile. 🤭

Oh yeah here it comes, it looks soooo amazing. I drew some Pride&Joy for these two Goobers. Enjoy the crumbs that I'm sprinkling onto the ground for y'all.

@owlofnonsense

@valorianknights

[quillandink333]

Finally finished my first batch of doodles for my new otp~

[hazbinrarepairs]

AngelicRadio Propaganda: It’s like that meme someone will die of fun plus if you insult Emily Alastor will murder you

Lucifer x Emily Propaganda: If Emily were to fall, I think Lucifer would be super empathetic with her. She was a high ranking angel, and her trust was betrayed and she was thrown down to Hell, just like Lucifer.

If not, and she just visits Hell for one reason or another, I think she would appreciate Lucifer secretly. We see that she understands Charlie's points about sinners, that people make mistakes and that they shouldn't be eternally damned for it. Lucifer made a mistake and was damned for it, and his wasn't even out of malicious intent. He wanted humans to be happy and free, and was punished for it, and I think Emily would understand that.

Also they're cute together

And note bc some people think this: Emily is an adult, her naivety doesn't make her a child. She was created in Heaven and has only seen good, so of course she's innocentIf Emily were to fall, I think Lucifer would be super empathetic with her. She was a high ranking angel, and her trust was betrayed and she was thrown down to Hell, just like Lucifer.

[tangerina24]

Same lighting.. just saying😆

it’s all about fire and burning

[winterxisxcomingx]

king & his queen ♥

[hopefulshipper]

[myimaginaryradio]

Pride & Joy - Stevie Ray Vaughan

[allthedesiredusernamesaretaken]

... sound of rebellion ...

Jimmie Vaughan with the 1951 Fender Broadcaster/Nocaster 'Jimbo' that he gave to his brother Stevie Ray Vaughan which would be his first guitar.

[mending-up-your-fences]

Here’s the trio acoustic version of Brandi Carlile’s song Pride and Joy, for the power lesbians of tumblr

[cherries-and-knives]

Two things:

1. I watched all the Star Wars movies this weekend and I am so so normal about it

2. WHY ON EARTH DID LEIA AND HAN SPLIT WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS-

[valorianknights]

Pride and Joy

I like these blorbos so much☺️

[davbertieloml]

Lilibet and Margot with (one of) their uncle, 1936

[quillandink333]

The Other’s Choice • Pt. 1

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven’s steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn’t alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, assault, extreme heights, hunger

Part I • Part II • Part III

An eternity seemed to have passed since Emily had taken the irreversible dive from Heaven and begun her journey through Purgatory before finally manifesting in Hell’s scarlet sky. And yet there was such a long distance left between her and the ground that she still couldn’t make out a single thing happening down below. Her stomach was achingly empty—how many days had it been? It was impossible to know without the light of the sun to let her.

Her windswept hair obscuring her vision as she fell, she reflected on the moments leading up to this. They’d done it! Now even Sera couldn’t deny the reality proven by the unrelenting efforts of the Hazbin Hotel. Yet to Emily’s fury, the old hag was still too stubborn to allow word of it to get out even among the archangels.

The newly redeemed sinner, whose name she’d learnt was Sir Pentious, had appeared suddenly in Chastity Palace, somehow becoming the first human soul in history to bypass Saint Peter and the pearly gates. While the senior seraph didn’t take well to his arrival, the younger was over the moon, wasting no time befriending him and giving him the grand tour of his new, and rightful, home above the clouds. The conversations she’d shared with him were not only groundbreaking but deeply upsetting. The upsetting part, however, wasn’t the story of his noble sacrifice nor was it Adam’s brutal and shameless acts of fascism, but the fact that she couldn’t share any of it with the rest of Heaven.

Faced with this, she’d done the only other thing she could have. If there was no way for her to serve the sinners’ worthy cause in Heaven, she would simply have to leave. And so she would, but first, she’d penned a note to her elder.

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“I hereby vow never to return until the right changes have been made. This is not my choice, it is my duty. Thank you for protecting me, Sera. Goodbye.”

She’d never been so cold and blunt to anyone in all her aeons of life; it had destroyed her to write it, but soon regret would serve no purpose to her anymore. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and stepped with resolve toward the edge of the rainbow bridge. She closed her eyes.

Out of nowhere, all the world came to a screeching halt, the jarring loss of momentum causing her heart to nearly leap out her throat.

“I got ya.’”

A few seconds earlier, Lucifer had looked up through the glass walls of his new suite at the hotel just in time to see what could only be likened to a falling star.

Without thinking, he’d bolted into action, racing to catch the little one right as she’d started to descend past the city skyline. She could’ve been shish-kebabbed by the spire of a skyscraper if he’d taken any longer to spot her.

His heart was pounding after his miles-long sprint through the air. “You alright?”

Emily ogled up at her saviour with wide eyes, failing to realise he’d asked her a question for a good several seconds. “Y-Yes. Uh…thank you.” He didn’t look much like a demon, dressed in white from top to bottom with strawberry blond hair and a warm red gaze. If she didn’t know better, she would think this gleaming, six-winged stranger was a seraph like herself.

“You’ve fallen,” he inferred with frantic eyes and a heavy heart. “What happened?”

But her attention was already fixated elsewhere. As the angel of joy, she possessed a divine gift that let her feel the emotions of others as if they were her own. Down below, there were people on the streets, and every last one of them was miserable. It was so much worse than she could’ve imagined. There truly wasn’t an ounce of joy to be found here. She watched as one of the wretched souls was violently defiled by another before her eyes, their cries of terror ringing in her ears clear as day. The latter’s hand clenched around the former’s neck, and suddenly she couldn’t get a breath in, a scream trapped in her throat as she could do nothing but watch. She felt sick.

Lucifer sensed her rising panic and held her closer. “Hey, look at me, you’re okay,” he urged, cradling the poor, lost princess in one arm while cupping her colourless face in his free hand. She met his gaze, her own filled with the all-consuming fear she’d had the privilege of never knowing until now. She looked like a deer in the headlights, her expression like an arrow straight to his once broken and unfeeling heart. “C’mon. Let’s get you inside where it’s safe.”

Her frail arms clung to him with a vicelike grip as she nodded and tearfully hid her face in his shoulder. At once, he set his sights on Pride Castle and took off soaring.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(not pictured: @impishtubist and i heavy breathing)

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