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Hii so I have a question to mike; is he like really well built or is he a twink? Or maybe both? And is he like..adams main man? oh and btw I love army leader Mike, I NEED MORE🫶🫶 you draw so well I hope you have a great day and week and month and year and life👍👍

Aww thank you!! No Mike is not a twink lololol he’s pretty decently built. Pre fall of Lucifer him is significantly skinnier or twinkish I guess but he’d fit in more as a twunk than anything

I did a little sketch comparison for show between the triplets. I hope it’s a bit clear lol

Lucy is a twink, Gabriel is bulky and Michael falls into the middle of it

He can shift his form just like Lucifer. The triplets all have the ability to do so for my headcanon but they are experts in certain fields of it. Lucifer can turn into animals and creatures, Gabriel can take on less physical forms like the air, shadows, water and ground, and Michael can turn into objects like weaponry. But they’re really good at manipulating their own bodies so Michael could turn really skinny or buff if he wanted to. For battle his form takes on more of a herculean look to it. It’s supposed to be intimidating and he gains a beard, height and longer hair lol kinda think a mix of spartan warrior and Viking. It’s not his true form but it does get angels bones rattling. He also has a secret 3rd elusive form which is just a sword.

However most of the time Michael likes to stay small and behind the scenes. Gabriel takes the rails when it comes to being the leader and main face but Michael does his own thinb in the background. His clothes are slightly bigger than him and make him look small. They’re also in shades of blue, white, and gold and while that may seem flashy, they blend with with heavens overall color pallet. When the archangels appear for big ceremonies and stuff he’s usually in the back of everyone

But tldr in some cases he looks skinnier because of the clothes he wears and it’s on purpose

As for being Adam main man, I mean… Adam doesn’t tell his favorites but um, there are signs

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #guitarhero #hazbin hotel michael #michael x adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #gabriel hazbin hotel #sorry for rambling

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spicychickencows · 1 day ago

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The television series is called ‘Tall Pines.’ It started last week.

In the first episode a small town police force are taken by surprise when they uncover a murdered child at the edge of the woods. They are taken all the more by surprise when a second, identical child is found, also dead, the next day. And another the next.

What begins as a standard police drama about a poor murdered child spins, all too quickly, into something else. Something larger and much more dangerous.

The lead actor is called Dean James. He’s traditionally handsome, though a little younger than normal for this kind of drama, he has his hair slicked back and maintains a charming affability throughout. He plays the role of an FBI agent, with a mysterious past, who enters the town of Tall Pines for the sole purpose of getting to the bottom of this mystery.

He is joined by Charity Dodgson as the proprietor of the inn in which he stays for the duration of the show. By Alexander Lovett as the local police chief. By Grant Snyder as a local businessman. By Robbie Doyle as a fellow patron of the inn. By Jane Coyle, Rose Bridges, David Wayne, and Tom Carter as teenagers caught up in all this mess. And by Lucy Capullo as the voice in his head.

Jennifer Lane was hooked from the first few minutes. She loved the theme music that eery slow guitar that played over the images of the town before anything had even happened.

Then it was time for the camp to open up again.

The autumn season. Less popular than summer, far fewer kids around, but work nonetheless. Jennifer barely managed to convince her co-counselor, Vickie Black, to put the show on. Vickie wanted to watch that live sketch show. The same live sketch show Jennifer’s parents will be watching about now. She doesn’t want to think about her parents.

To convince Vickie to put Tall Pines on Jennifer promised to clean the showers in the morning; work that was supposed to be Vickie’s responsibility. A promise she intends to back out of. She also talked a lot about how attractive David Wayne and Tom Carter are; she hopes she sounded convincing because she doesn’t find them attractive at all. Her sister made a comment during the twenty seconds she was actually in the same room as the rest of the family. That’s the only way Jennifer knows that the two boys could be considered attractive by girls her age.

The music starts.

‘Is this it?’

‘Shh!’ Jennifer lays on her front right in front of the TV, it only has a small screen after all, she pats the rug next to her, ‘come one.’

The police are in a room together. They are talking about the case. It all shot reverse shot pretty simple stuff. But something isn’t right. The camera isn’t pointing to the right place. The characters aren’t centred in the frame. What is centred in the frame? On the wall, something on the wall. It’s a fly.

Vickie yawns. ‘This better be good.’

‘Shh!’

Vickie rolls her eyes.

The camera follows close behind the police as they walk from the conference room down to the holding cells.

‘Found him this morning.’

‘Another one?’

‘An alive one.’

‘Who are these people?’ Vickie whispers.

‘Detective Brooks,’ Jennifer points, ‘and Agent Moore. The others don’t have names.’

Detective Brooks opens the door to the holding cell. The boy inside is identical to bodies from the first episode. Only he is alive. Jennifer says this as quick as she can. Detective Brooks ushers Agent Moore into the room. The two stand, with the door open behind them.

Agent Moore kneels to talk to the boy.

‘Do you know where you are?’

No answer.

‘You’re in Tall Pines, a little ways outside…’

The TV goes static.

‘Shit,’ Jennifer rushes up to hit the side of the TV with the flat of her hand. ‘No.’ She moves the aerial, slowly, until the signal comes back. ‘Stupid. Shit. What did we miss?’

Vickie shrugs.

‘Do you have a name?’

No answer.

‘Is there anyone you’d like to call. Anyone you’d like us to call for you?’

The boy looks up for the first time.

‘You swore?’

‘What?’ Jennifer is trying to pay attention.

‘You did. You said shit. Twice.’

‘So?’

‘Thought you were a good little church girl.’

‘Shut up.’

We cut away to a different scene. Three teenagers, each played by actors in the range of 22 to 27, two boys one girl, are stood behind the school. They are in uniforms. One of the boys is smoking.

‘Eve, Mark, James,’ Jennifer points to each.

James offers his cigarette to Eve, she refuses.

‘They’re bad for you.’

‘No they’re not.’ James takes another puff. ‘You’re such a prude.’

Mark laughs. ‘You guy want to go back to the roadhouse tonight.’

Eve rolls her eyes and groans. ‘My parents found my ID.’

‘Roadhouse never checks.’ James puts out his cigarette. ‘I think the owner wants to get in your pants.’

‘Gross.’ Eve shoves James. ‘He’s like fifty.’

‘Yeah. Probably hasn’t got any in years.’

There’s a voice from behind them. ‘Uhhm, excuse me.’

Vickie turns first. ‘Yeah?’ It’s one of the kids. Vickie thinks his name is Alfie but she is wrong. ‘What is it?’

‘I need to go to the toilet.’

‘Ricky can take you.’

‘Ricky’s asleep.’

‘Uggh.’

‘I’m not going anywhere tonight,’ Leah has entered the scene, ‘not with whatever is out there.’

‘Listen to her.’ James speaks with an arrogance only afforded teenage boys, his 24 year old actor doesn’t quite pull it off, ‘thinks there’s monsters in the woods. ‘Don’t worry Little Red Riding Hood I’ll be your woodsman.’ He gropes at her and Jennifer isn’t quite sure if it’s Leah flinching away from James or Jane Coyle flinching away from David Wayne.

‘C’mon.’

‘What?’ Jennifer is pulled back into the real world. Away from Tall Pines and back to the dingy camp cabin floor on which she is lying.

‘You know the rules,’ says Vickie, ‘two at a time.’

The toilet is a smaller wooden building a few yards away from the cabin. It is almost exactly equal distance between two cabins. In the summer season it serves both. In the autumn season only about half the cabins are in use anyway.

Vickie passes the boy, who’s name the wrongly believes to be Alfie, a roll of toilet roll ‘make sure you use it,’ and shuts the door. She keeps her flash light pointed at the gap in the door. She rocks on her feet as she waits.

‘Are you cold?’ says a shivering Jennifer.

‘Oh yeah.’

‘I’m missing the show.’

‘You’ll live.’

‘What if something important happens?’

‘Do you really think those boys are hot?’

‘What?’

‘I’ve never heard you talk about boys before. Ricky was all over you at initiation last year and you didn’t even say anything.’ Vickie shrugs. ‘I always thought you were a dyke.’

‘I’m not…’

‘Sorry,’ Vickie laughs a little, ‘church girl.’

‘I…’

‘I’m done.’

‘Wash your hands.’ Vickie idly points the flashlight over at the tap sticking out of the ground.

Agent Moore sits down in an armchair. ‘Mr Clark,’ he says, can I talk to your daughter alone for a moment?’

‘Of course. Of course.’ Mr Clark leaves the room.

‘Miss Clark.’

‘Leah.’

‘Leah.’ Agent Moore leans forward. ‘You know you can talk to us. If you need to. If you know anything you can talk to us. You can tell us.’

‘I don’t. I don’t know anything.’

‘What do you think we missed?’ Jennifer takes a blanket that Vickie is offering her, ‘thank you. DO you think she does know something?’

‘Why do you like this show?’

‘I don’t know. Please. I… If I have anything to say I’ll say it.’ The camera is focusing on a fly again. A fly on the wall.

Jennifer realises there is a slight buzzing in the under layers of the background music. ‘It’s doing something different. Something… I don’t know.’

Another scene. We are back at the inn. Charity Dodgson, as Norma Reed, is at the check in desk. She is cleaning. Doing an inventory of the keys. There is a fly on the wall. Norma finds a spare key to Agent Moore’s room she examines it for a while and notices what looks like a speck of blood on the end.

Commercial break.

‘Seriously,’ Vickie groans goes to change the channel, ‘we could be watching, like, anything else.’

‘No. No, I like this.’

‘Fine. But, seriously what is even happening in this show.’

‘I don’t know.’ She watches Vickie roll her eyes again. ‘Okay, okay, I get it, but, I like it, I want to know what’s happening.’

‘Why do they keep showing that fly so much?’

‘I don’t know yet. I want to find out.’ Jennifer stands, ‘please just, let me have this. You can choose what we watch every other night. Just. Please. Just this.’

‘Fine.’

The room has a checker board floor. It is, on all sides, surrounded by unbroken black curtains. There is TV in the middle of the room. A woman is styled as Pierrot and standing next to the TV. She is holding a red balloon.

Agent Moore is standing facing Pierrot.

‘Hello,’ says Pierrot.

‘Hello.’

‘You need to wake up.’ Pierrot lets go of the balloon but it stays in place. ‘You need to remember three things.’ Pierrot puts up three fingers on her now empty hand. ‘Do not trust the woodcutter.’ James’ face flashes on screen so quick it is blinding. ‘The ring must return to the lake.’ Leah takes a bottle of drink from the fridge, she is wearing a silver ring with an inlaid sapphire. ‘There is no Fly.’ The screen goes entirely black.

Norma ascends the stairs of the inn until she finds the room in which Agent Moore has been staying. She reacts to a smell. The sound of buzzing increases on the soundtrack. Norma opens the door and screams.

She keeps screaming as the camera moves slowly through the room. It is a mess, as though a fight has happened here. There is blood on the carpet. A gurgling sound can be heard just below the sound of Norma’s scream.

As the camera reaches the bed, it raises, and turns. On the bed is the body of Agent Moore. He is smiling a big toothy smile from ear to ear. His belly has been cut open. His guts are spilled over the bed.

The credits roll.

Visual Writing Prompt #396

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