#this is just a funky little ramble

[prince-liest]

Some thoughts on Lucifer's mental health, relationships, and role as king of hell!

Lucifer���s perception of himself as the king of hell is really interesting to me because he’s very blase about it in canon while totally using it when it suits him.

I think it’s really telling that the first time he actually brings it up himself is when it’s something he can leverage to help Charlie out. He reads to me like someone who objectively knows that he’s the hottest shit in town, but also just doesn’t really think that it matters most of the time because it's not relevant to his personal problems. Being Lucifer Morningstar did not allow him to achieve his goals in petitioning heaven. Being the most powerful person in hell didn’t even un-fuck his family life!

...Except for when suddenly it might in fact help un-fuck his relationship with his daughter.

It's the main thing he can desperately and dramatically showcase as a worthwhile reason for Charlie to maintain a relationship with him, because he as a person is depressed, half-functional, and barely has enough spoons to pay attention to a conversation he's having with her while he's actively having it, nevermind remembering their last one.

He wants to! And it doesn't start with his song at the hotel! It starts with him answering the phone, heavily fumbling actually connecting with Charlie despite clearly desperately wanting to, and then realizing she's asking him for something and promptly choking on his tea before excitedly telling her, "Yeah! Of course! Anything within my power is yours for the asking, you just name it." He knows that there is a great deal 'within his power,' and he's happy and relieved that he can offer her that!

Lilith has been gone for years but he's still wearing his wedding ring. His walls are still covered in family portraits. He's just been sitting in his room making thousands of rubber ducks he thinks suck instead of ruling hell, because his daughter liked that one duck he made one time.

Charlie needed him to support her in her mission, but damn did Lucifer also need Charlie to get him out and moving and actually doing things again.

Anyway, someone get this man on an SSRI.

[lil-lemon-snails]

"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album

I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE

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[k1tty5]

I saw you were asking for doodle reqs, feel free to ignore if thats no longer the case! If youre feeling like it, perhaps a creaking!etho? I hope tge life stuff gets better for you soon!

this turned into a bit Less of a doodle BUT I will never say no to drawing etho

EDITED VERSION with little nature-y things because i originally forgot i wanted to add them (oops) :

[oneshotgremlin]

Fake Peppino Speech Headcanons (that nobody asked for):

Hc that Fake Peppino thinks "forwards", Pizzahead just messed up their brain to mouth connection during creation so they speak backwards:

(I find the ciphers some peeps use for Fake's speech very cool, one that comes to mind being atbash [where in a way he's speaking backwards, just alphabetically]. Personally tho I can't really see anyone naturally speaking in ciphers unless it's like Stanford Pines lmao)

Since only their speaking is backwards, they can reverse their speech forwards w/ effort or assistance:

(Their tone still goes forwards! Hence why they can still get across that they're questioning something even though the words itself are backwards)

Not all "assistance" is helpful, however:

(Did I really commit to a whole ass headcanon just for the sake of this dumb joke? Of course I did who do you take me for)

[melit0n]

She just sent me her location mate tf is this

[icanttypo]

Thinking about the implications of EP 8, Jerry, a little too much. The idea that death without life is meaningless and life without death is terrifying. The concept of technology and ai surviving far beyond our mortal human existence, and the loneliness and confusion that stems from not being confined to time.

The idea of a bloodthirsty being, such as the Lich, getting absolutely everything he could dream of: all life eradicated in an instant, only to realize that he has nothing left to do for the rest of eternity. The idea of being the only other being in existence, made of metal and wire, and being forced to grapple with why YOU survived. Out of everything in the universe, the trees, the grass, the animals, the people, YOU are all that's left. You and Jerry.

To be in the room with the being that killed all life, and the one being you can't kill. Sure, maybe it'd be easy. You just need to hit them hard enough, and they'd be gone. Forever.

But then what's left?

You. Alone. You'd be the only tree left to fall in the forest, unable to make a sound. You can cut yourself down, but what, then? What. Then.

You see this creature made of electricity and love, talk about the world like it's still there. And for a moment, it makes you believe that you still have a purpose. To have one last person walking around in the fossilized forest is enough, because maybe, if they're lucky, they'd find an axe and cut you down. Maybe you wouldn't know if you could make a sound...

But they would.

[geee-three]

fully convinced polysquad houseshare will be a thing

@vivid-street i said i would tag you in polysquad stuff im so sorry this is the ifrst one

[averlym]

no one would notice if i ever vanished // if bodies could sustain // this never-ending army // like blood pumping through a vein

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:OOO hello. anyway since these are all posters i'd have in an ideal world or smth and i'd like to store the high res versions somewhere,,, here's the google drive folder for them? hehe ''

close up!

[scribefindegil]

the trials and tribulations of being an ekurei enjoyer who never wants to see that damn security guard again in my life :/

[day-at-rhodes-island]

Idk about Lone Trail.

It's not generally bad, but for the big Rhine Labs event there sure was a lot of stuff that wasn't Rhine Labs (it could definitely do with a little less Preserver).

Like, I get that they're following up on some of the RL story bits that they've planted in other things, but they probably should have given more time to Kirsten and Saria and just generally explored the pre-established character relationships more.

Also, Silence and, even more so, Ferdinand are main characters for no reason. Why? Genuinely, what was the purpose of giving them that much screen time?

It ended up being an event about legacy and progress that just happens to feature RL, and that seems off to me.

Also, the Doctor and Muelsyse thing is entirely unnecessary, and I want everyone to give them shit for it when they open the event survey. We can't have them doing this again.

[funkylilomen]

He was mad.

"Mad." Such a flat word to describe how he felt.

Sure. On a surface level, yes. He was mad. They had an argument. He blew up. He was definitely "mad."

But that word is so limiting. So devoid of depth. It's what Mind used to justify his cruelty. It's what Soul refused to see past. Just Heart and his little tantrums again. As if he weren't to be much more than just a nuisance to them. Something to be dismissed, swept under the rug when he got to be too undesirable for them—too far past the wanted or expected complexity they sought from him. Forced into this box, this simplified version of himself for the others' appeasement, just so he could be a catalyst for their suffering. A point to prove them to be in the right. A scapegoat.

He was mad.

It's insulting, really. He was so much more than that. His feelings were always so much deeper than that, because he is feeling. He was a cascading cacophony of pent up emotions. Not emotion. Emotions. Plural. Not singular, never singular. He could never be reduced to something as simple as one word. And yet, they had the gall to go further than that, to reduce him to nothing more than three small letters.

He was mad.

Not Mind, though. He never gets mad, does he? He only smiles and laughs. He mocks everything that Heart is, because he is the one thing that he "can't" understand. That he refuses to understand.

Oh, poor Mind. The culprit now framed the victim because he held the proof of the blue tinted stains on the carpet. Because he has the physical evidence of the scars across his body and the lead lodged in his chest to claim abuse.

Heart never got that mercy. There weren't many scars on his body—just don't mind the self-inflicted ones. None of those really "count" in their eyes. They're just a product of Heart behaving as he usually does. Nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing to spark concern.

He was mad.

Furious. Frustrated. Devastated. Simultaneously near tears and completely beyond them. Exhausted. So, so fucking exhausted.

How many words were cut off, cries dismissed, blood and scars ignored and brushed past, acts of self-defense twisted into unprompted hostility, all because no one else would dare to understand him past this stupid little word? He knew, even then, as he took his aim, that this would be no more than another senseless act of violence from him. Another outburst. Another argument blown out of proportion. It was to be expected from him. Because that's all he is, isn't it? Just the violent one. Just the mad one.

He was mad.

No one would question why it had gotten so bad this time, why he had been pushed to this point, why it was now, of all times, that he crossed the line. Out of every argument that they've ever had, out of every fight, why had this one—another fight just as pointless and miniscule as the rest of them—been the one to do him in?

Of course, no one would think about that. No one cared. They already had it in their heads that this is just how Heart acts, no rhyme or reason to his actions. Just pure violence for the sake of violence. Nothing would come of this. Nothing would change.

He was mad.

He knew he'd been had.

So he shot at the Sun with a gun.

[bloombird]

Thoughts on Kamen Rider Gavv. It is full of goobers and I'm loving them all

[snowyh2o]

More late night thoughts on Hazbin Hotel Episode 5:

It’s kinda funny to me, how when episode 5 first dropped everyone in the Alastor tag were freaking out over how horrible a person he was to be treating Husk like that and that he and Valentino were exactly the same or that if this is how he treats Husk imagine how he treats his other friends/Nifty!

But my first thought, my gut reaction, was ALASTOR’S ON A LEASH?! And Wow, what a loss of control there pal.

Because Alastor’s a character who, at his core, likes to be in control. Of himself, his reactions, and the situations he finds himself in. He has a pathological need to always be smiling because it gives him a sense of control over himself and projects the idea to others that nothing bothers him and everything is always going his way.

So to lose that composure, that act so completely in front of Husk? Because of one little comment? And show exactly how much that little taunt had affected him?

That was the thing that stuck out to me. Not his treatment of Husk or their relationship. Because that was a little snippet into Alastor’s head, how he ticks, how he reacts, what sets him off.

It’s very very telling how afterwards he acts like nothing is wrong, like he hadn’t just threatened to tear Husk’s soul apart and broadcast his screams across hell. He even plays a little jaunty tune, forces levity into the situation, and pretends like there’s nothing wrong. It’s clear he’s clamping down on his emotions, and taking back control of the situation, of himself, by doing that. Like taking a deep breath after a sudden rush of intense uncontrolled emotion.

Because in a way it’s almost, embarrassing? To lose control like that, especially towards someone who’s soul he outright owns. Usually when people get on his nerves (and he thinks he can get away with it), he taunts them, mocks them, and treats them condescendingly until they take themselves out in anger, or the conversation shifts away from the topic that had him on edge. (And he tries that with Husk at first, except Husk is too perceptive and not afraid to call someone out on their bullshit.)

So for Alastor to feel like he’d lost control of the situation so much that he’d grasp at it by forcibly reminding Husk how he controls his soul is just, wow. Reminding himself of the control he has on someone else’s soul to forget he’s lost control of his own soul. Dude REALLY doesn’t have it all together as he’d like for others to believe.

Anyways, stream of consciousness thoughts. But all this to say that I’m like, 99% sure Alastor’s a little in over his head? With whatever the fucks going on with his “leash”. And he’s very desperately trying to pretend that Everything is Fine even when it’s Clearly Not.

[happydaggers]

the difference in minho abandoning alby & thomas in the maze in tmr vs him holding back the wckd soldiers so his friends can escape at the end of tst resulting in his getting taken… yeah i’m not okay

[rockybloo]

It's always kind of funny to me when I get asked non OC or art related questions

I feel like the equivalent of the man behind the mirror and people are lifting the curtain and putting a mic in my face.

I don't mean this in a negative way-it's just funny to be reminded "Oh yeah I am a being of flesh and not just the tablet pen wielder and lore holder of my OCs"

[sad-leon]

I swear

If ao3 is still down in the morning i'll just post my one shot here