#the devil you know 'verse

[j0celynh0rr0r]

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[snackugaki]

... my ass actually got like 6+ images deep before realizing i hadn't posted shit-- oops

my tmnt  iteration (where everyone made it past their 20s, splinter’s alive just old, venus is here, and they deserve some goddamn respite and shenanigans)

tmnt  iteration part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10

tmnt  iteration omake 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

lny visit 1 | 2

IDW spoilers below, teeechnically Mirage & Next Mutation spoilers too ig?

blah blah blabbering because that's one of the many things you can do on tumblr.com

bloopity bloopin, turtles all being traded on the black market as pets, medicine, or decor to be... "prepared". 'cept Jennika, keeping her IDW origin because it's badass and I like it. eco vigilantes freed them one fateful night, same night someone(s) stole some mutagen for a rival company to TGRI, boom collided in their getaway routes, away floated Venus just like in NM and some others who lalala may or may not be some mutanimals

playing mostly with coloring, Rise introducing markings is such a nice and refreshing change from the all sam green turtle, different bandana color turtles I grew up with. fanon taking that concept and applying it in conjunction with actual turtle colorings also scratches my visdev brain node just so

hm... still fiddling with their plastrons... Venus' and Jennika's are fine though

Leo

funky li'l ringed map turtle

can't see it but, he got them little ridgey-spikies on his shell

christ, I'm finding a way to attach Iris symbolism to him, either through markings or something else

Iris in hanakotoba is... basically all Leo; nobility, bravery, honor, courage, heavy samurai association

5'2"

Raph

McCord's or Amboina box turtle idk idk idk can't choose

stuck on coloring him with a scale mail feeling to match the box turtle photos I found

....I needa draw him beefier, he can stand to be beefier

5'6"

Donnie

literally just googled which turtles exhibit the highest INT, wood turle consistently listed plus some have funky geometrically patterned/shaped shells

tossing on how do the plastron coloring, really liking the dark spots on it

probably keep the lightened belly/inner limb coloring

...probably... lol idk

5'8"

Mikey

my perfect chonky boy, no notes except he (and his brothers) need plastron do-overs

and now i am stuck with the heart-on-his-sleeve marking

canon 2 my iteration it is done

he gets to be the slider this go round, if just 'cuz he's technically the first born (in terms of creating TMNT and its story and world)

let him have the fluttering, finger drumming on everything and everyone because he's bursting with "i love you" energy anyway

5'4"

Venus

"my pretty daughter" iykyk

sea turtle as per last couple iteration posts

cultivator instead of "shinobi"

"i aM ShiNObi"... guh, just, I dunno, the term "cultivator" wasn't really known back in '98 like that, but she had the medicine box, she worked to learn how to throw a fireball at Vam Mi, she was pleased at her progression when she defeated the counterspell from the staff of Bu Ki. that's cultivator shit right there.

she's still a pugilist more than a iron fan user

looks up to April like a big sister, speaks canto and hakka with her

cuz she's still a linguist scholar like in Next Mutation so duh she speak all the languages (to an extant, she has a lot of studying left to go after all)

the greenified hawksbill coloring is growing on me...

still needa futz more with the plum flower motif on her

also figure out her huadian situation or just scrap it idkidkidk

her bandana + 50% green coloring is also growing on me....

5'10"

Jennika

technically also ringed map turtle since it was Leo who gave her the blood transfusion

I like the idea of bringing her Blaschko's lines to the forefront post-mutation but just... it's a lot of stripes. and goddamnit I ain't even gonna go deep into much of anything with the comics I just... can't not world build rip me

6'0"

April

still so tickled at April being closer to the turtles' ages in these new reboots and fascinated how it's played out

...but mine is a clean 44 yo, so. (turtles in late 30s)

Laird originally conceived April as an asian woman in his notes, Eastman drew her as a biracial woman he was dating at the time (April Fisher) and... idk what to tell y'all, people are running around being mixed in this world all the time, Brooklyn got hella Jamaican/Chinese so there you go

can speak canto and hakka

April being a "weirdo" as I've seen mentioned in Rise can stay, I'm picking that, that's a great trait to her character, big fan of Poly Styrene, loved Rachel True in The Craft

where "weirdo" is just she's into alt subculture and being in New York... she got her hands everywhere in those scenes

She and Chu Hsi get to have the most shoujo fuckin' romance because it's cute

and she's still a living drawing which I'm changing around a bit being why she felt like a "weirdo" and leaned towards subcultures and the turtles, she did eventually begin to destabilize but Venus stabilized her by trapping her in a scroll so she could work on a solution. ...where she has a long, happy relationship with Chu Hsi in the painted world scroll because lol time dilation

saw somewhere on the hellsite that the tooth gap is passed around every iteration... so April gets to have it

5'7"

Irma

i'm not ashamed to say I just reupholstered Nadia from Russian Doll

87 Irma went through a lot so she can have some dry wit and humor and be fly as fuck, big hair, big glasses, and a big attitude

still besties with April

likes moths, they're just neat little guys with rabbit ears iykyk

there is a very specifc size of her hair I am battling to keep consistent the problem it never feels big enough

says "fuhgeddaboutit" and has yelled that she is, in fact, "walkin' here,"

... she might also have a little bit of Myrtle from AHS: Coven sprinkled in now that I'm thinking about it to sum her up

she knows somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody for any random thing you could want to try to find

all the delis and bodegas know her

discusses plot lines from soap operas with Splinter on weekends, they get heated

5'5"

... god all this and I was just gonna have them play spades and play a round of pickup street ball in silly little comics

[gcdfvcked]

closed for @dreamgrlevl !

"there you are… time to pay up, seraphina. god, i almost thought you were going back on your fucking divine word." waiting at their decided time and place, addison smirked as she spotted the other stepping around the corner of the back alley, comfortable shadows at the edges retreating under the angel's subtle light. "and before you get all mad and borrow a flaming sword from one of your brothers, just remember we never specified she couldn't cheat with me."

it was a loophole for sure, but one had the redheaded demon had designed and gladly stepped through. a pious, married housewife's faithfulness to her husband was the subject of their bet, and addison knew for a fact seraphina had seen her balls deep in the woman—and heard her eager moaning and begging for more, to seal the deal.

"on your knees, and don't be shy with the wings, either," addison instructed with a smirk. "they turn me on."

[elliehallers]

Amy & Tara:

@xotherwcrldsx

[smallblueandloud]

i was gonna make a poll about "pick your favorite amazing devil lyric" but the idea of narrowing down their lyrics to 9-10 options gives me the hives, so, tell me your favorite amazing devil lyric in the notes?

[midnightsaboteur]

@siiinfully

Despite the immense power within him and the swathes of disciples at his command, Satan still liked to deal with some matters personally. He could orchestrate murder from anywhere on the globe, and yet there remained an allure of taking a life personally, of consuming someone’s life force till nothing remained. Such acts were usually reserved for those Satan held a particular dislike for, and as he touched the temple of the sleeping Hennessy matriarch, he smirked. Until then, she was the human he disliked most of all. She’d tried to stand in his way, unknowing of his power, and now she wouldn’t even know he’d ended her life with a simple touch. 

A tingling sensation ran up Satan’s arm as his finger dragged every essence of life from the old woman until nothing remained, the buzz akin to something a gulp of champagne or sweet chocolate might evoke. A smirk grew on his features, Satan had just turned to leave when his phone rang. Freya. The niece of the woman he’d just murdered and his lover. The reason why he’d removed the aunt to give himself unfettered access. However, as he answered the phone and said, “What a pleasant surprise, darling…” there was no hint of devilishness or murder about his tone. No, just the charming figure she knew him as. 

[blcdcarnage]

@hellsurvivr liked for a Starter

❝ Who are You? Why are you here for? A half human, and a half demon huh? Have you seeked me out cause you turned your back on Satan too? ❞

Something about this one seemed off to him. He didn't really believe she was here to join there war. Maybe she was, and he was sorely over thinking things. But, she seemed angry, resentful. That much was clear in those dark eyes of hers. The sound of the other demons drew his attention off of her for a minute. Something he never did, not with someone he didn't know. For all he knew, she was here to wage war on them. Another Demon stupidly devoted to Satan, but he didn't know her or her story. So, that was harshly critical of him to think. But, he didn't care one way or the other. All he knew, was he needed to keep an eye on her.

[angelicgentleman]

@flameandindifference continued from here.

Before the King can even say something, a cold, soothing hand runs up his back, rubbing it slowly. It wasn't the first time Lucius woke up like this, but Pip didn't mind. With a soft yawn, he pulls himself up and slides from the bed, soon enough walking towards the door. On his way there, he grabbed one of the robes that were discarded on the floor last evening and wrapped himself in it. Too big. Definitely wasn't his, but that was not an issue.

"I'll be right back, dear," he promises and leaves, quickly making his way to the kitchen. It wasn't too close to the bedroom; the manor was huge. It took him a lot of time to memorize it when they first moved here after it was rebuilt.

Preparing the tea and returning takes a few minutes, but he makes sure to be back as soon as possible. Eventually, he slides through the bedroom door, quietly kicking it closed on his way in. Pip carries a tray with two cups of tea and a small teapot in case his beloved husband needs some more. Gently, he places it on the night stand on Lucius' side and crawls onto the bed and then onto Lucius' lap. Before he can reach out for the cup, Pip wraps his arms around him, hugging him close. Tea can wait a minute or two, he has to comfort his husband first.

[qverdia]

@deathprcud ( sella ! ) liked for a starter !

❛ how do you do it ? ❜

abilene's voice was quiet , but the world around them was so quiet that she felt as though she was shouting . she'd never seen the capitol like this the city was silent . she wondered how bizarre it was for them , for people who seemed to have never known what true silence was like . . . was it frightening for them ? were they looking over their shoulders every moment ?

abilene reached up to wipe at her cheek . her eyes were red and she kept her gaze on the floor of the rooftop dome . they weren't allowed on the rooftop of the tribute center anymore , save the dome beside the elevators , and only when they were under strict watch by peacekeepers . perhaps , with the lack of power after the dams were destroyed , there wasn't a forcefield to catch them and throw them back anymore .

❛ keep getting up every day like everything is normal ? ❜ her mind wandered to angus , but she couldn't let it linger on her younger brother or else she'd be inconsolable .

[nana-glass-chillhop-radio-hour]

I have not been the same since Jon Ware and Muna Hassan put 'the Devil is All Around' by Shovels and Rope on an official TSV playlist. I was not emotionally prepared.

[j0celynh0rr0r]

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[loomiskiller]

continued from here | @alwaysthesitter

"A running joke? I see." His shoulder shrug as he stares over at Steve. He crosses his arms over his chest. His own mind is mainly elsewhere due to how tired he is lately. No one really knows Christina is expecting yet. He's surprised because he sure has hell figured her ex boyfriend would have went around telling everyone that. He definitely cared enough to confront and fight Billy after she decided to confess their affair together to him. That's all people know about the subject so far. Billy stole Christina from Emilio Carpenter while in a relationship of his own. People assume he and Christina are now together and he's glad to keep it that way for now. She isn't showing quite yet and he's happy about that. He is giving him enough time to figure out what the fuck he is going to do.

He almost snorts at Steve's comments about his father. He wishes Hank wasn't around. It would be better than the alternative he has to go through daily with him. He's walking around eggshells constantly and he is very afraid of what his father's reaction will be once he finds out his only son got a girl pregnant. He pushes that thought to the back of his mind. He has been told time and time again he is a disappointment despite his efforts to impress his father. Hearing those words are like a broken record at this point.

"My dad's an asshole too."

And that's all he is going to say about it.

[ofyorkshire]

small open because bj should talk about things he likes more lol

          "He really gets me," BJ said, more to himself than to them, though, that could be the teenage-esque dreaminess in his voice. He was sprawled out on the couch, pillow cradled under his chin, and watching Labyrinth. Sarah, the film's heroine, had just met her questionable love interest and antagonist, Jareth the Goblin King. BJ, clearly, was more focused on the latter.

          "Look at him," he hummed. "The hair, the makeup... the way he carries himself. Bowie makes anything he wears look like it's wearing him, and this 'fit is tame for him." BJ pulled his knees up to his stomach to give them room to sit if they wanted, but spared them only a second of his attention away from the screen. "I wish I had that. Imagine being that fucking free."

          Of course, he knows it's not quite that simple. David Bowie was a rock star, and the crazy looks, the confidence, the eye-catching power was just part of the glam rock scene. He could wear a full-body chicken suit and the world would scream to him. BJ was just another weird guy on the street with no fame or talent, and society was rarely as kind to other civilians who didn't fit their conventional mold.

[fatestouch]

cornered mice.

“Come on, we have to keep going, they’re coming--!”

Three pairs of feet sprinted as fast as their legs could carry them, in an increasingly vain attempt to shake of their gaining pursuers. They just needed to shake them off, get to a new safe place, something--

They’d been doing so well in dodging them so far. They’d predicted their movements, sensed their presence... but the three had gotten sloppy. And now they would pay for it.

Shaking his head, the eldest of the three grabbed the hands of his companions and tried to run even faster. Until their flight led them to the bushes of a... well, the only thing they could call it was a mansion. A really huge one.

Shushing the others, the eldest kept quiet, listening out for voices and hoping that they wouldn’t be found.

Of course, life seemed to have it out for them yet again. In his haste to get way, he’d forgotten to Look.

“Well, well, well. What have we here~?”

The three runaways looked up in fear at the Cheshire grin peering down at them, as a man with stark white hair and blood red eyes stared them down.

“Hm... Morgan, Azrael? Seems we’ve got a few little rodents in our garden.”

And in a blink, two others were there--one with hair just as white as the first and only one eye, and another taller than the others, with long, flowing red hair.

The tall redhead spoke. “My, my... so we do. Humans with some power, by the look of them. I wonder how you found your way to our abode, little mice?”

The one eyed one looked the three up and down. “Humans with power are dangerous, brother... let us take care of them before they become nuisances--”

“Wait!” Pulling his two cowering companions behind him, he looked up at the three imploringly. “Please... please, don’t. We were chased here, we’re being hunted down... please, please just let us go. I’ll--I’ll do anything you want, just... just let them go, at least.”

The taller redhead gave him a calculating look. “Anything, hm? And what could you possibly have to offer us, little mouse?”

“I’m... I’m a Seer! I can See into the future, whenever I want... and, and I can talk to spirits!”

“Seth, no--” But it was too late... all three witches were looking at him with interest, now.

“Whenever you want? My, that is quite the power...” Azrael’s eyes went to the other two behind Seth now. “And what of these two? A seer is one thing, but I am not a fan of offering charity.”

A beat of silence, before one of the other two spoke up, eyes dull and resigned.

“I... I’m telekinetic. Strong too. And I can... control ice, if I wanna.”

The last--and definitely most terrified of the three--looked at his companions... and then he “spoke” as well.

[I’m a telepath... and I can see spirits too. S... sometimes I attract them, and I can ask them to do things...]

“All three are psychics?” Morgan seemed quite interested now. “And quite powerful ones at that... it is one thing to read minds, but to project ones thoughts takes considerable concentration... and yet the little blue eyed mouse here seems to use it as a way of normal speech.”

Cecil’s grin widened with a snicker. “Azrael, I think we’ve just been gifted three fun little surprises~”

“Indeed... alright, then. Seth, was it? We will give you three our protection. So long as you have it, no harm will come to you. But in exchange...” He offers his hand, a dark smile on his face as his eyes glowed crimson, and when he spoke next, the words seemed to reverberate around them, shaking the three psychics’ very bones.

“All three of you are ours, now.” 

Seth swallowed, unable to look away from those eyes, and raised a shaky hand to take Azrael’s. And shook it once, and a sort of a… shock went through all three psychics.

It felt like they’d signed a deal with three devils.

[nonhumen]

@chaosbled : ✘ ✘ give the spouse smooches

it's been a rough year. the port mafia, or any long-stand crime organization, was never meant to be run by an eighteen-year old. but dazai proved it to everyone, lifted up by his executives and, more importantly, his righthand man. time after time dazai proved his ruthlessness in the face of enemies and his compassion in the face of allies. the nay-sayers have been weeded out and those skeptical have all bowed to him. finally, the port mafia belongs to dazai osamu.

and while that is an incredible feat that should be celebrated, dazai has a promise to keep. so he waits in chuuya's suite -- the bodyguard somehow working more than the boss -- for his slug to retire for the evening.

eyes open when he hears familiar footsteps approach and dazai all but glides to the door to surprise him. " chuuya. " he speaks it with a rare fondness and dazai wonders when he started liking how his name sounds upon his tongue. the boss pulls him in by the tie while simultaneous closing the door. in the darkness, dazai searches for chuuya's lips.

they are soft, just like the first time, like kissing rose petals. dazai prepared this time; his own lips not as dry to be more inviting and supple. because that is what chuuya deserves. he accepts the pounding in his heart that comes with kissing. it no longer hurts and has started to feel good. dazai's heartbeat has always been slow and it's like this dream he calls living is just that much clearer against chuuya's lips.

he pulls away, breathless but smiling. until he remembers he's hear for a reason and suddenly dazai cannot look at chuuya. the blush burns his cheeks and he dives back in to find comfort in light chibi-kisses. so he asks it against his lips, in the only place he's come to feel alive. " will you go out with me? "

[congregaticn]

    @narrativeforged​ asked: Is this real? Is it really you? (Connor for Lucifer!)       - from prompts for a dramatic reunion ( x ). 

    Was it so hard to believe? What had been in his opinion a grandiose introduction left him deflated by the others’ words. “It’s real. I’m real! I don’t understand all the disbelief, really.” As he spoke, he adjusted the cuffs of his suit without breaking eye contact. “The amount of times I’ve heard someone on the street claiming that ‘ the devil walks among us ’ and yet you’re always surprised when I tell you, that yes, he does and he is the charming gentleman right in front of you.” After a beat, that prideful ego was back on full display. “Oh, no, I see! You all never expect me to be so charming and handsome!” That was it. Problem solved. 

   New problem. “Who are you?”