#well i drew one but it used to just be an angelic version of my sona but It Is Its Own Character Now

[littlespoonevan]

Would love to hear more about the Miss Congeniality Au!

ahhh miss congeniality au, my beloved!!!! 💖💗💞💕🩷❤️ truly, truly, truly i feel like this au could be so much FUN if i could find the discipline and motivation to just sit down and write it lmao. but i will say i v much enjoyed fitting all the pieces together for this snippet so here's hoping it awakens something in me askdjhf

i hope you like it 🥰

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Eddie never imagined becoming a special agent. Then again, he never imagined becoming a single dad either.

But FBI work actually keeps him chained to a desk a hell of a lot more than regular police work used to and the pay’s better.

He’s regretting that decision right about now.

“Eddie, it has to be you.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, quickening his step even as Chimney continues to keep pace with him.

“It absolutely doesn’t, Chim.”

“The whole office agrees-“

Eddie stops short, whirling around. “Just because the little simulation version of me you drew up on the computer had an eight-pack-“

“My computer does not lie, Diaz-“

“I don’t have time,” Eddie cuts in. “I can’t be away from Chris that long.”

“It’s one week. Less, if you do your job right.”

Eddie makes a face.

It’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. A charity firefighter competition that he really thinks sounds a hell of a lot like a beauty pageant. Sure, there’s obstacle courses and stuff to complete but he’s not sure what a speedo competition has to do with being a competent firefighter. The cause is noble, he guesses, but there has to be a better way to raise money than deciding who’s the most specialist firefighter in all of Los Angeles.

Especially when the host – Captain Bobby Nash – is the target of a bomb threat.

It wouldn’t even have landed on their desk if not for the fact that three people with ties to Bobby Nash and the LAFD had received bombs in the mail over the last two weeks.

Athena thinks their best chance to take down the mail bomber is to have someone on the inside, to infiltrate the competition and investigate the contestants while also being the FBI’s eyes and ears throughout the week.

Hen and Chim, of course, volunteered Eddie for the job.

“I don’t like undercover work.” It’s an oversimplified version of the truth – that Eddie hates having to perform for an extended period of time and that this competition sounds like his own personal version of hell. Also, as much as he knows he’s in good shape, he doesn’t actually want people ogling his body for a week straight.

Chim gives him an incredibly unsympathetic clap on the shoulder. “Just use those big, brown eyes of yours and wow the judges with your salsa skills and no one will be any the wiser.”

Eddie opens his mouth to argue back when another voice cuts through their conversation.

“She said yes!”

He and Chimney both look up to find Hen running towards them, a beaming grin on her face. “Athena said yes! Better start practicing your poses, Firefighter Diaz.”

Well, shit.

-

Captain Bobby Nash has got a made-for-TV smile that has Eddie understanding why he got the hosting gig over every other fire captain in LA.

“Special Agent Grant,” he says, shaking Athena’s hand with a warmth to his expression that Eddie doesn’t expect.

Athena clearly doesn’t expect it either because she clears her throat as she pulls her hand back. “Captain Nash. This is Agent Diaz.”

Nash redirects his attention to Eddie, extending his hand once again. “Great to meet you. And please, call me Bobby.”

“You too,” Eddie says, flashing a polite smile and following Athena’s lead to take a seat in front of Bobby’s desk.

“So I take it there’s been some progress in the case?” Bobby asks, settling into his chair.

Athena purses her lips, exchanging a look with Eddie. “Not as much as we’d like. Given that we still don’t have a trace on the letter the bomber sent and the LAFD’s reluctance to cancel the competition, we’ve decided to send one of our agents in undercover.”

Bobby’s eyes immediately flick to Eddie and Eddie feels the ridiculous urge to straighten his posture. “I’m guessing that’s where you come in, Agent Diaz?”

“Not that we want to undermine the integrity of the competition but it will be imperative that Eddie makes it to the final,” Athena says. “It’s the best chance we have of catching the bomber if we can’t determine a suspect before then.”

Bobby leans back in his chair, regarding them both with an unreadable expression. Finally, he cracks a smile. “Well, he certainly looks the part.”

“He gets that a lot,” Athena snorts and Eddie ducks his head to hide the heat in his cheeks. It’s bad enough when it’s Hen and Chim ribbing him; he didn’t actually think Athena ever overheard them.

“Which firehouse is he representing though?” Bobby asks. “All of the contestants have already been chosen.”

Without missing a beat, Athena hands over a file that Eddie knows contains the fake details of his new identity. “Apparently the 133’s entry came down with an awful bout of food poisoning.”

Bobby accepts the manila folder with a faint smirk. “Well, that’s a shame.”

-

“Diaz. Diaz, do you read me? Over.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he steps onto the bus ready to ship the contestants to the opening luncheon. “Yes, Chim,” he mutters under his breath. “I can hear you; stop yelling.”

“Remember to smile, Eddie.” That’s Hen.

How Athena thought they were the two best suited to oversee this, he’ll never understand.

He scans the length of the bus, looking for an empty seat. The whole place is overrun with burly men in too tight t-shirts talking animatedly to each other. It takes him a second to realise one of the men in question is waving at him.

He’s got curly hair and a golden retriever-esque eagerness to his smile. “Edmundo?” he asks. “From the 133, right?”

Eddie clears his throat and rearranges his face into a smile as he makes his way to the empty seat. Though calling it an empty seat feels generous when the firefighter all but shoves himself against the window to make room.

“How’d you know who I was?” he asks, genuinely curious. They only finalised the details of Eddie’s position in the competition yesterday and they made sure to leave any of his information off the official competition website.

“Oh I did a little deep dive on the other contestants but you were the only one who didn’t have a picture so I figured it had to be you.” He shrugs with an affable charm before offering Eddie a hand. “I’m Evan Buckley, with the 118. Everyone calls me Buck though.”

“He’s cute,” Hen says in his ear.

“Like a puppy,” Chim adds.

Eddie ignores them and shakes his hand. “Uh, you can call me Eddie,” he greets. Changing his last name was necessary; he refuses to go by Edmundo for the next week. It’s only then that he clocks the station number Buck said. “You’re part of Nash’s team.”

“Yeah,” Buck says, beaming with pride. “Bobby’s the best captain ever. You know some of these guys have it out for me because they think he’s gonna play favourites even though he’s not a judge. He’s just the host. But whatever, it’s not a big deal.”

The dejected look that creeps onto Buck’s face suggests it very much is a big deal even if he won’t admit it. Eddie feels a pang of sympathy. The guy seems harmless, even with all the rippling muscles. Then again, he’s not surprised a competition this testosterone-fuelled has people acting territorial.

“They just want an excuse for when you beat them in the first round,” Eddie says, mostly to fill the silence but also to get this Buck guy to stop looking so downtrodden.

He definitely doesn’t expect the way Buck’s whole face lights up in awe.

“You think I’ve got a shot at making it to the finals?”

The earnest hopefulness in Buck’s voice catches Eddie off guard and Hen and Chimney in his ear don’t help.

“Aww Eddie’s making friends!”

“Forget friends! Eddie, he’s cute; keep flirting with him.”

Eddie bites down on the urge to tell them to fuck off and makes himself smile at Buck instead. “’Course you do. Some of these guys are lucky they even made it this far.”

Truthfully, Eddie hasn’t even taken the time to look at anyone else on the bus all that much yet but the words tumble out of his mouth without permission. And in the face of Buck’s delighted grin, he can’t find it in himself to take them back.

“Thanks, man,” Buck says bashfully. “Hey, you have anyone to share a room with at the hotel yet?”

“Please tell me there’s only gonna be one bed,” Hen squawks gleefully in his ear.

“Uh I don’t know. Are they assigned or-?”

“They figured since most of us know each other we could pair up however we want but- um…” Buck trails off, making it clear no one has offered to share with him and well, it seems like he knows a lot about the other contestants. That could be good for Eddie. To get information and close the case. Obviously.

“Yeah, man. We can share.”

“Awesome!” Buck declares, slumping more comfortably in his seat and bumping his shoulder –probably accidentally – against Eddie’s. The bus gets moving then and Eddie takes the opportunity to scope out some of the other contestants.

It’s unlikely their suspect is another firefighter but not impossible.

“So how come I’ve never seen you at a scene before?”

Eddie blinks, redirecting his attention to Buck who’s looking at him curiously.

“Oh uh, I just transferred in the last couple of months.”

“From where?” Buck’s expression doesn’t look suspicious and Eddie has to remind himself not every conversation with a stranger needs to be an interrogation.

“Um, El Paso,” he says, immediately cringing on the inside. This man does not need to know any of his real life personal details.

But Buck only smiles again. “Cool. I’ll have to look out for you on calls from now on.”

And it’s not said flirtatiously or anything like that but Buck looks bashful again and Chimney is cackling his ear about how, “Eddie’s got a fan,” and Eddie’s stomach does a strange, traitorous flip.

But this is fine.

Everything is fine.

It’s just-

It’s going to be a long week.

-

[delusional-mishaps]

heading into artfight starting tomorrow with one charavter uploaded on the website 💪💪💪💪

[maythearo]

" Welcome back to Night Raven College's 'Ghostly Gossip'! The school's unofficial main online source for the latest news, articles and trending topics circulating around campus! "

" Who's next on the line? Yes, THE Vil Shoenheit. Someone roll out the red carpet! "

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Design notes:

oooooh my god I'm so happy I finally got to draw the super tall monster high heels on someone!! Vil was by far, the character I had the most references saved for. I gotta say, the main inspiration to me was actually Vil's overblot form, probably my favorite design in game, mixing a bit of the religious references it had, I thought of a fallen angel for his scare-itage! I almost went with vampire, inspired on Elissabat's character, but I want to avoid as much as possible repeating the types of creatures the twst cast will be in this AU, and the vampire idea is reserved for a very obvious someone else from diasomnia!

The cons of having too many visual references and inspirations is that it's so difficult to choose only one outfit for the final version. I searched a lot of inspiration in drag, and the ones that clicked with my idea the most were some stuff Pabllo Vittar and Gottmik wore (I'm obssessed with them, you have no idea), if you squint you can see I loosely based Vil's makeup look on Gottmik's lol

There's also the two different patterns I made for Vil's dress. Neither of them were what I originally had in mind, turns out stained glass art is pretty difficult to replicate, but for now I judge these two look decent enough? I struggled to choose only one of them to put on the official character sheet, and I just went with the one on the right because it took longer for me to draw it 😭 you can consider both of them "canon" I guess? I don't think I have a preference between the two

Lore-wise I don't have any really relevant or detailed notes. Vil's personality and backstory pretty much remains the same, I think it fits in this universe as well. I could add to the story that the real reason he doesn't use his wings is because angels lose parts of their supernatural powers once they are cast out of heaven, but Vil prefers not to admit it. Also I think it would be fun if their actual angel form was one of those otherworldly cool burning wheels while this one is baisically just a cloak, for practicality, you know?

bonus doodle because I was in a good mood when I drew this:

[hyallulonelyhime]

Hyahime presents: That time when a jsk became an ironing board cover..

Today i'm sharing a classic from cgl many of you have definitely heard about: The ironing board fiasco. The story of a girl, her dad's fiance and many feels.

Everything started when OP shared this image and said the following:

Due to some unusual circumstances, I'm currently living in a partially-renovated house with my dad and his fiancé.

His fiancé is a very sweet lady who is very thrifty. She makes all her own clothes and and will usually find a practical use for something, rather than throw it out (i.e recycling old bottles and jars to pot plants).

I had a Baby The Stars Shine Bright Strawberry and Cherry Ruffle jumperskirt that I didn't wear anymore, so I was planning to sell it. From memory, it cost about $400.

I put it out in the main room next to a pile of clothes I planned to donate to Good Sammies, so I'd remember to take photos of it for the sale. I then went away for a week to visit my grandparents

When I came back, I noticed the pile of clothes had disappeared. Cool, my dad and/or his fiancé had donated them for me. But wait… Where was the jumperskirt?

It was then that I saw the sight portrayed in the uploaded. My dress had been cut up to to make an ironing board cover and a tablecloth. I don't know where the rest of the material is.

It appeared that my dad's fiancé had assumed the jumperskirt was part of the donation pile, and thought there was no harm in 'recycling' it for her own uses. In her efforts to pretty up the concrete-y wasteland of a house, she had unknowingly destroyed an expensive brand dress.

Literally the only thing I could do in that moment was stare blankly. I can't even be mad at her, she had no idea.

So now I have a BTSSB ironing board and table cloth.

the story immediately caught the attention of users as they scrolled. Some found it terrible, others couldn't help but laugh..

Though some were quick to say it must've been fake.

So.. did OP fake this for attention? Let's investigate.

It is very unlikely the fabric was gathered from a replica, judging by the print details and the fact that this isn't a very sought-after or popular piece you'd see everywhere.

But how did one dress result in so much fabric? Although it looks like a lot, one anon pointed this out:

But she knew she'd get the attention, right? ...yes, but I don't think anyone would come up with this specific odd way to recycle a lolita piece and make the community react.

OP responded to the questions and thoughts with the following:

At this point, some anons were pretty much just fighting over if it's okay for OP to be so calm or not. Which.. is a little bit weird. Others were more emotional about this than the victim themselves.

But what you may not know is.. there's more. There's more to the Kawaiironing fiasco.

Op comes back.

I queried the whereabouts of the remaining material and she showed me. She said my dad told her I was "throwing them out" (I have no idea where he drew that conclusion as i specifically said I was donating a bunch of clothes, so at the very least he should have assumed I was, you know, donating them), so she thought it was fine to cut up. My fault anyway, didn't separate the "sell" pile from the "donate" pile. HOWEVER… There were a few other brand dresses I was planning to sell. I assumed they had been donated with the rest of my clothes, as they were nowhere to be found. I was a little sad about that (they were valuable Angelic Pretty, BBSTB and Metamorphose), but oh well. Then I looked in her material bag and found they had also been cut up… When dad said I was "throwing THEM" out, he did not state a plural by accident… Pics to follow.

If anyone wants individual versions of those pics lemme know.

The loli gods frown upon me today for my unbecoming carelessness in handling burando.

Op decided to keep the truth a secret: ignorance is bliss, and her stepmother did not deserve to feel the guilt of ruining so much burando.. or to know that so many lolitas were in shambles knowing about her crafts.

..Although, anons said this wouldn't stop her from doing it again. Maybe she should know so she doesn't cut up even more dresses.

One thing is certain. that's a really cute ironing board cover. Maybe the fabric could become even more random burando stuff: headbows, little makeup bags, cup coasters, mats.. oven mitts?

Lolita home goods for all! we demand a cute life!(✧∀✧)/

[gloriousmonsters]

ok listen. listen. hear me out. what if Angel was the one to propose the contract

like.... the intensification of heartbreak and guilt when Val tells him 'I own you, or have you forgotten that?' as Angel looks at his signature, the heart he drew next to it. the extra layer in 'what's the worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself'. and above all it plays well with my observation that their contract had to have been composed with some level of input from Angel, because... why on earth/in hell would Val have given him control of his life outside of the studio; and while Val invokes the contract to put Angel back in 'his place', Angel invokes it to remind Valentino that he can defy him. It's actually similar in composition to a kink contract/agreement--if I'm in this specific place, you hold all the power and call the shots; but outside of it, I don't give you that level of control. Angel can straight up tell Val to fuck off in front of a crowd and all Val can do is say he'll make Angel regret it next time he's in the studio (and isn't that an extremely dark variation of the classic kinky romance beat of 'sub misbehaves when they're in public and can get away with it, dom promises they'll pay for it later'?)

so like. all of that about the contract also works if Val proposed it, but I love headcanoning that their relationship was on the rocks around the time it was signed, and one of the factors was Vox coming onto the scene... and so now i'm just thinking about Angel in his peak era of both-sides-ing their relationship problems, knowing his 'commitment issues' (partly real, partly consisting of val's 'you know other men??' issues) are a major cause, furious and disconcerted at someone else drawing so much of Val's attention, wanting to make a stupid desperate Hail Mary pass to save their relationship but devoid of the usual options of 'have kid' or 'impulsively propose marriage' or 'move to a new house that's inevitably haunted' i watch too much horror, going for the option of '...hey do you want to make the kind of binding contract that is accessible to us?'

and surely it's not that stupid! he's only really giving Val a formal version of the power he gives him already, right? Val's his dom and his director and manager, and maybe there's... problems but it's mostly been great for Angel so far, so if having it on (magic eternally binding) paper would make Val happy and make him understand that Angel really wants him, wants them, the risk is toooootally worth it. just, best not to tell Cherri about it she'd definitely think it was insane.

(and when, much later, she learns about the contract and berates him for being an idiot and not telling her when Val brought it up, maybe don't correct her assumption. just keep it to yourself and feel even worse.)

[mystic-orb88]

HAZBIN TRAILER OBSERVATIONS!!

Okay, so this shot tells us a lot about the geography of The Pride Ring. We see that the Hotel’s wayy out, really sending the message that the sheer concepts of hope, redemption, and everything it stands for is outcasted and rejected by the rest of the city. The Clock Tower is in the heart of the city, showing how it is the main cog in the machine. The Porn Studios building on the left, poooossibly the Cannibal Colony or Rosie’s Emporium on the lower right. There’s also a lovely balanced distinction of modernity shown in the absence or presence of neon lights dotting the buildings throughout various districts. This shows that the Sinners prefer to live in conditions similar to those of when they were alive. Heaven, as well as a weird red moon are also visible.

This looks like Cherri’s attacking the Hotel with one Hell of a pyrotechnic display (Seriously, how does one attain such a massive singular smoke bomb??) Possibly because she is aware that Sir Pentious is taking sanctuary there. Luckily Alastor’s Radio Tower looks like it came through unscathed.

Looks like Alastor and Charlie are taking a stroll in the same park in the Prequel comic.

I love how everyone looks so fake and nervous and then Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie’s lil’ protectors/assistants/plushies are just looking so pure and adorable. Actually zoom in on their faces, do it. Also, as soon as you see Husks face, the frame can officially get worse. Also there’s a bag of drugs or.. something on the table, I’m guessing PCP knowing Angel. It bears resemblance to the bag in the pilot.

It’s also here, on the right side of Lucifer. So we now know some sort of celebration was at the Hotel, and Lucifer visited. Decorations are still up.

Travis. What the Hell’s he doin’ there?? Love to see him back for a gag. Also, someone try and read that script. There’s a memo or mail box on the side that is overflowing. This building looks similar to a setting in R2NinjaTurtle’s Valentino Board Animatic. Same with Vox’s Tv Screen Lair Thingy.

Nice shot from the ‘Happy Day in Hell’ Song number of the Cannibal town with a lovely late 1800s-early 1900s theme. Bring back this fashion, or like a cool, modern-inspired version. Please. Also, there’s a lil’ Chimney Sweep who looks like this very Dick Van Dyke-inspired O.C. I drew a while ago (maybe it is him, you decide).

Alastor took the trouble of talking to this nice overlord chap while filming this nice man who is in the process of committing unspontaneous combustion.

This shrunken voodoo head is here, while Alastor and a nice lady with a dead fox scarf and an oversized version of Voldemort’s wand repurposed as a cane are in the background.

Just appreciation for how perfectly this frame captures their personalities.

Charlie: You’re doing awesome, my script is great, isn’t it? I’m so happy at this moment.

Vaggie: I’m too tired for this crud.

Angel: I’ve read some real interesting scripts in my time but none as terrible as this one. Also someone get me outta this coat, it’s filthy an’ it reeks of the 40’s.

Niffty: *gremlin* Seriously, stop looking at him like that girl.

Husk: How the f*** did I end up here?? It’ll all be over soon.

Alastor. How to sit like a sir while plotting unavoidable carnage.

Pentious: Lollypop, lollypop oohh lolly lollypop, lolly pop, lolly pop- WHERE DID HIS HAT EYE GO?? WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT?? IS IT LIKE AN EXTENSION OF HIMSELF, LIKE HOW ALASTOR CAN MAKE HIS MICROPHONE DISAPPEAR UP HIS SLEEVE??

Nothing much about this one, it’s just one of my favourite frames in the trailer. I absolutely love how expressively and awesomely animated Alastor is here. Really captures his theatrical tone. And we get a snippet of Rosie’s voice!! Also the song is FIREE. It will hit so hard when it comes out and further context is given.

[asherashedwings]

ARS GOETIA OCS (And Paimon redesign ig)

Long post ahead 💀

So like, after the release of the new Helluva Boss trailer, I got SUPER fixated on the Ars Goetia. So I wanted to try my hand at designing my own takes on members not yet shown in the series, as well as crafting some self indulgent lore about the group.

So, I imagine that there are 4 main Goetia families, with each of their houses being in one of the cardinal directions of the Pride Ring. 3 of the 4 families have both a king and a queen at the head, with the 4th only having a king (we’ll get to that).

The couples, and their directions go like this:

Belial (North)

Paimon and Balam (West)

Vine and Zagan (East)

Beleth and Purson (South)

These are just where the kings and queens live. Offspring often move out to other rings, so there’s Goetia influence all throughout Hell.

Each of the kings and queens are also fallen angels, having fallen with Lucifer after the battle in Heaven. For this reason, their crowns appear more halo-like, floating above their heads. Two of them don’t have this on their refs, but that’s just because I designed them before coming up with that idea.

Anyways, to the designs!

Belial

Belial is one of the most powerful members of the Ars Goetia, rivaling the power of the sins, and many mortals think of them synonymous to the Devil himself.

So powerful they can actually reproduce by themself. For this lil hc, I made them a California Condor, a species of bird known to have reproduced without a mate. Also, the look of the condor just goes well with the whole pestilence thing Belial has going on.

I think their cloak is actually wings that come from their back, remnants from their time as an angel. I just didn’t draw them in that second picture cuz I just didn’t feel like it 💀

They’re one of the two I drew before I came up with the whole “halo crown” thing, but I have drawn a doodle of what they would look like now with that concept. It’ll be shown later in the post.

Also, I imagine them being agender, so go with the vibes of “being so powerful, the concept of gender means nothing to them and no word can ever truly describe them”, if that makes sense. Idk, that’s just the vibes I get from them. So I usually refer to them with they/them pronouns, but you can really call them whatever you want.

Paimon

I actually don’t mind Paimon’s canon design all that much. Think it actually goes pretty hard. I more so just wanted to change his species cuz with how I imagine my tweaked version of the Ars Goetia, the parents’ species has no effect on what species the offspring will be. Just as long as they’re bird. So Stolas is still an owl, don’t worry. I decided on making Paimon a raven because Stolas is sometimes described as a raven instead of an owl, so I wanted to pay homage to that.

I also gave him wing arms because he has been said to be able to fly.

That’s about all I got for Paimon

Balam

Balam is Paimon’s wife and also Asmodeus’s sister. I made this decision because when looking at their descriptions, Balam and Asmodeus are described very similarly. They are both chimeras with the head of a man, a bull, and a ram, and both possess a serpent tail. So I decided “fuck it, they’re related now”. This also means Ozzy is Stolas’s uncle, which I think would be an interesting dynamic.

I made Balam a bearded vulture mainly for the fact that Balam is also described to have “fiery eyes” which gave bearded vulture to me, idk.

I imagine her other two heads usually only appear in her more demonic form. They can prolly appear normally too, but I think she doesn’t let them show often.

Vine

Vine is a demon known for construction, and I imagine he built most of the Goetia manors. He makes structures using vines that sprout from his wrists, which then morph into the desired material after the creation is finished.

I decided to make him a Montezuma Oropendola, which are birds known to build large nests out of, you guessed it, vines.

Vine is never escaping the spelling of his name.

Which is also the reason I made him very plant themed. Idk, I just find something so nature-y and alive existing in someplace like Hell to be interesting.

I even wrote a lil world building tidbit about him:

To the east of the Pride Ring rests an overgrown forest, with trees so dense that no light hits the dead grass below and roots so tangled that one cannot hope to get through without getting caught within the knots. But if one ventures far enough, they will see this monstrous forest transform into a lavish jungle. The plants are radiant in their green color, the several ponds sprinkled throughout filled with water that almost sparkles. Within this sanctuary, in a clearing with no true location, sits a grandiose manor; a looming structure almost resembling that of an old European castle, encased in hordes of vines and flowers. The home of King Vine and Queen Zagan — the rulers of the East.

Speaking of Queen Zagan-

Zagan

Zagan is known to transform liquids, turning water into wine, blood into wine, oil into water (which can then be turned into wine). She just makes a ton of wine. But I wanted to mainly focus on the blood to wine part, since I realized I could go with a vampiric aesthetic when designing her.

For this reason, I also chose to make her an oxpecker, which is a (sometimes) parasitic bird known for pecking at wounds on large mammals and drinking their blood.

I decided to pair her up with Vine because they’re both creators. Vine’s creations may be more grandiose, with being literal buildings and all, but Zagan’s creations are probably still useful. I mean, she can also create coins.

Oh, and now that I’ve shown both of them, this is what Belial and Zagan’s crowns would look like now, with the whole halo crown thing

Beleth

Beleth was very tricky for me to design at first. Beleth is described as appearing intimidating and fierce when summoned, in order to test the courage of the conjuror. So I wanted to make her intimidating, but was struggling to figure out how exactly I wanted to do that.

Thankfully, my good good friend @braveboiart helped with ideas, and suggested the armor and shadowy cape.

I also made her a shoebill stork, cuz when I think of a bird a lot of people find intimidating, I think of the shoebill.

Purson

And then last but not least, Beleth’s husband, Purson. I decided to pair them up because I wanted to depict them both with armor. They’re a warrior duo.

I made Purson a harpy eagle mainly cuz I thought it’d be cool, but also cuz they’re one of the heaviest birds of prey, and I read somewhere that during the battle it took a swarm of angels to take him down. Idk how canon this is to actual bible lore, but I like it so I’m stealing it /lh

I imagine Beleth and Purson manage some sort of military, and probably train the knights in the Ars Goetia ranking. Idk, I’m still figuring lore out.

Anyways, that’s all I have to show off today. I’m working on redesigning Stolas, Stella, and Octavia, so look out for that I guess.

[bbeds-side-blog]

Why am I unironically drawn to staticapple goddammit. Inspired by this post and this post

Aka: in which Vox sees an opportunity to rub elbows with royalty, which is bound to be useful, right? And ends up with a crush. 800 words of pinning!Vox.

He had been supporting this hotel nonsense for months until, at last, his effort started to bring benefits.

At long last, Charlie had called her father for additional support.

Vox had expected many things from finally meeting with the devil himself.

“Charlie sent me a photo, so I brought you this! Thanks for helping out my little girl.”

Receiving a light blue rubber duck with little antennas that glowed neon-blue in the dark had not been part of it. Watching dumbfounded as all the other residents received rubber duck mini-versions of themselves was just as nonsensical.

But! Vox was a businessman first and foremost, and receiving a gift meant he could give one back without it being suspicious. A camera, a drone, a small TV— Vox scrolled internally through the list of options that popped up like annoying advertisements in his mind, until he settled on the perfect option that was less obvious for spying, and had the added benefit of being cute.

“This is an Emo AI Voxtek robot!” Vox presented proudly. “Say hi, little thing.”

“Hi!” the square looked up at the King of Hell — which was a feat on itself because damn was the fallen angel so fucking short — blue eyes blinking adorably as it moved its small head up and down. Without arms, it was the closest thing to a wave the thing could do.

“Aww, hi!” Lucifer cooed, grabbing the little thing. “Who’s a wittle guy? So wittle!”

The King was talking with the same baby voice he had used to greet the little red lambs. The fallen angel seemed all too happy to put the tiny thing over his head, now hidden by the white tophat, and Vox’s grin extended in victory as his cute little spy was taken back to the Royal Palace.

He would have intel nobody else had, HAHA fuck you Alastor!

(x)

He didn’t get shit.

Or well, not anything that could qualify as intel. Nothing that would give Vox any advantage. Lucifer had placed the charging station at his work desk, granting Vox a first row view of bare arms and an unbuttoned shirt as the short King made… cute little rubber ducks, one after the other.

He could be doing something else, literally anything else would be more valuable than investing time watching Lucifer making ducks, but there was something that drew him in like a sailor doomed by the siren’s call. Vox stared at the way the glove-less hands moved as they worked, the way a whisper of golden magic would be embedded into the things as the final step of the crafting process.

Fuck, why was Vox so transfixed on this crap?

“What do you do?” Lucifer grinned at the thing, eyes sparkling with life. The man laughed giddily when the duck grew sharp teeth and made biting gestures at his fingers.

“Ohhh, someone likes to bite!” Against all logic, Lucifer brought the duck with sharp teeth close to his cheek. “Bite kisses? Wanna give daddy kisses?”

Yes I do, Vox answered in his mind, one hand covering his mouth in silent horror at the revelation, the other hand playing with the little duck that glowed in the dark, thumb carefully pulling at the little antennas, because he was horribly, horribly transfixed with this joke of a show. Stupid, stupidly adorable man, what the fuck, why was the devil himself so damn cute—

The tiny robot made a little grunt of complaint, shaking in his place at the desk and thus, shaking the camera as well.

“Aww what’s up Wittle? Wanna kiss too?”

Yes, fuck yes, fuck why.

Vox lamented and complained in his head a thousand times as the little AI robot was picked up and smooched, and Lucifer laughed in his stupidly adorable way as “Wittle” — the name the King bestowed upon the little AI robot — wiggled and gave a pleased thrill in his hands.

“You’re adorable. I didn’t know human technology could be this cute.” Fuck him sideways Lucifer was rubbing his face against Wittle’s camera, fuck Vox wanted to kiss him, fuck everything, damn it!

“Maybe I should give it a try. The TVs don’t seem that interesting to me, but maybe there’s other stuff? I should ask Vox next time.”

Vox could give him a tour at Voxtek, showing off the things he thought the King may like, he could put the stuff at the upper shelves so Lucifer couldn’t reach and then Vox would have an excuse to lean close to him, extending an arm to help him bring down the— fuck. Ohh fuck.

Vox brought the stupid blue rubber duck to his face and groaned, utterly mortified.

He also offered the tour the next time the King visited the hotel, damn it.

[silverfoxstole]

As promised, photos from yesterday! Wish I’d chosen to stand differently in the one with Paul (I never know how to pose; as you can see, Paul is a pro) and that my eyes were open with Sophie, but oh well. I blink so much; I’d be the first to get taken by the weeping angels!

I had dithered over whether to just go for selfies or get autographs as well and eventually decided to do both (even though I have so much stuff signed by Paul years ago that I could probably forge his signature). I still really like the piece I drew of Paul last year after he got his remade costume that I’ve been using as my profile picture so I reworked that a bit to bring it up to date and created completely new pictures of Sylvester and Sophie:

I’ll post clean, full size versions later.

A few more pics from the con in general (I didn’t take that many; if I’d been on my own I would have looked around a bit more but sis really had had enough after the DW panel and so we headed home to cool down):

We both loved the cuddly dinosaurs in the Jurassic Park jeep, but unfortunately didn’t manage to get a photo with Trevor the triceratops, whose cuteness ensured he was getting a lot of attention! It was James, one of the owners of the jeep, who asked to take my photo in the his TARDIS, and here is Trevor in said TARDIS, from the baileysjurassicjeep Instagram:

Another one from the same account, of Paul in the foyer with the TARDIS lift doors that I meant to take a photo of in the background:

Panel photos tomorrow (and probably the rest of the week!)

[pommyommyomni]

HHHHHH hi Yommy

Yommy Yoshi

Gwi-Yommy ((from the Korean word I learnt when I was 8 , "gwiyomi" which literally translates to "act cute"))

ANYWAYS

THANK YOU SO SO SOOOO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAVE SAID ON YOUR LATEST ASK , AND YES !!!! BY ALL MEANS , DAS ME FR 🫵🫵

((She is my main Sona , Aru !!!! She is a Satyr))

And babessss please , by all means again , go ahead and draw and colour me however you'd like !! Aru never had any official theme colours yet , but her robe is dark blue with a white hoodie underneath haha

((This is the only doodle I have of Aru by the way))

Hi Moonie baby !!! Sorry that it took so long for me to answer this ask sweetheart, I've been on an accidental hiatus (life got busy), oops :p I missed you lots !! I hope you're doing ok since I've been gone, love <3

that's so neat, the meaning behind Yommy! You're such an angel coming up with a nickname for me that translates to that, it warms my heart. I'm honored to have you think a nickname as cute as that suits me, love <3

Gosh I love Aru so, so much! Thank you for the art of your sona babes <3! I've been brainrotting about it since you sent the ask gah,,, the doodles you sent with the ask are also ABSOLUTELY adorable, I love how blushy she is/you are, little doeling <3

anyways, here's the colored version !! I hope you like it angel <33

I color-picked a pallete from your profile picture, I hope that's ok! (here's the pallete)

I also doodled a little bit, and i figured I should share those as well lol.

I decided I needed to make a little guy for me, so that she can interact with your little guy :) they just look like my roblox avatar tbh BUT I was excited to give Aru a friend !!

I also had like a thought while I was drawing and I had to draw it out or I'd explode. Most people are taller than I am, and I figured that would probably true about you and me too hon! so I drew us meeting except I'm short about it I guess??

This one is a WIP, I think! I 'd like to finish painting it for you, fawn—I've been having so much fun painting digitally and I'm very excited that I got to do it for Aru/you !! :)

That's all, I think! Thank you for being patient and waiting for me to reply, dear—it means a lot <3!! Sorry that this reply is so long oops ;p

I hope you're having a lovely day, my darling !! Stay safe and take care of yourself for me, ok? Drink water and eat if you're hungry, honey; and take your meds if you have any! And also don't die on me please, <33

[nativegirltapes]

hi! what made you create tpmom!reader and why with drew instead of rafe?? btw i LOVE angel!reader🩷🤭

hiiiiii 💝 love this question. also thank you sm!!!! i love ur writings as well <333

ive always loved the idea of tp!rafe and always seen stuff abt him but rarely came across tp!reader (im sure they exist i just never seen them as much). so i was like ayyyy lemme make my own version. and i originally had a tp!reader for rafe but that fell off and i just no longer had inspo for it. so i was like let me do one for drew and make her a mom bc for some reason the pics of drew with his niece just made me think about him swooping into tp!mom!readers life and being the best stepdaddy ever :(

plus i used to live in a trailer and its just something i resonate with so that’s another factor!

[strongsadapologist]

oh my god. i made like three posts to this account and then dipped i apologize. i've been using the internet less and less anyway so it's not surprising but also haven't really drawn a lot so meh. anyway here's some random two more eggs/homestar runner doodles (and some yapping about them under the cut)

i've been wanting to start a youtube channel for a while and i think if i do i'm gonna use hot dip as my avatar (while making it abundantly clear he's not my character ofc) because. blob man. he's literally me. hence why he's wearing a sloshy jacket too it represents both of the things i can't shut up about

and hector and kovitch are supposed to be a young adult version/outfit type deal, where hector is in a sloshy jacket (i drew him first before the hot dip one lol i am not good at outfit design) as a reference to homestar. originally in the sketch kovitch was gonna wear a taranchula shirt but then i realized oh wait panda bractice is right there. i think they would both go to concerts with each other even if they hate the band just because the other likes them

completely irrelevant fun fact that somewhat influenced my older kovitch design: the youtube upload descriptions use he/him for kovitch in buy this game but she/her in the sleepover series and i know that was definitely just a mistake on disney's part but i like interpreting it as kovitch being transfem. i might be the only person in the world with this headcanon and it is based on a mistake but oh well. not enough people know about this series enough to get mad about any headcanons i have for it so i have free reign (/j)

also a small page of homestar runner doodles i made while incredibly incredibly tired. like i woke up from a nap and my sketchbook was in front of me. in my state i correctly clocked that coach z would go to hell but not strong bad which is interesting. not sure the choice behind him and homsar being angels but oh well. i like homestar sitting in the grass drinking iced coffee though that's the most tranquil thing i've ever drawn

alright see y'all again in six months when i remember i have tumblr installed. and thank you for reading if you did

[tsunagite]

2015(?) - 2021 - 2024

Re-redraw, cuz the 2015 drawing is the only group drawing I have from my “MLP phase” that I actually have.

I think to summarize my updated style, it’s “SUITS SUITS SUITS”

From left to right, we have: “Lilli”, Star, C, Rose, Sonia, “Ignite”, “Kya”, and “Zoria”.

Rambling stuff under the cut

Lilli was based on Mieka, so she mostly got purple. And that’s abt it. I literally never used her for anything, aside from younger me wanting to have a character based on my sister.

Yeah for those who know Star and C from Facility X-535, they were originally MLP OCs LOL. Star had no backstory, while C was just a… recolored demonic Pinkie Pie. I think I just liked Star bc of the heterochromia. Nowadays, Star is the 2nd attempt of Director Sy’s “fusing two dead employees together” experiment, and C is a laid-back Bloodfiend.

Rose was created around that time as well, but I don’t know if she came before or after Star and C…? I mostly used her as a sona later on. I think she was angel for a time as well. Nowadays, she’s a goofy girlie who chills within Dream Shift, interacting with eldritch horror creatures. Maybe she was almost murdered by Haven and had to get her angel status amputated *shrug*

Sonia… was basically a genderbent Sonic the Hedgehog LMAO. Cuz of that one Rainbow Dash vs Sonic video. Technically was Shurei’s “OC”, but the only thing I did with her was that she was Rose’s sister. I don’t think Shurei even drew her.

(Shurei made a more current genderbend/human Sonic design, which I used for Facility X-535’s Cycle 0… Maybe a Enzo scenario, where they’re technically the same person, but very different.)

Ignite was just an evil version of Rose, cuz around that time I got into the Sonic.EXE stuff. I don’t remember what else I did with her. Probably tried to throw hands with Rose, idk

Now, Kya and Zoria were both based on childhood friends that I’ve lost contact with. Younger me always drew Kya with a katana for some reason…? Their original names were “Diamond (real name)” and “Princess (real name).”

[coneyislandbabey]

high by the beach. -> k. sirko

WARNINGS: profanities, getting high

SYNOPSIS: The feelings that grow between you and Karen Sirko seem to be the easiest thing in the world. word count: 2,039

NOTES: This fic is based on this request! I had such a good time writing it, I hope you guys love it.

You couldn’t believe you were here. Sure, the Laurel Canyon house was rundown, and maybe haunted, as Warren fervently believed. But it was a house in Laurel fucking Canyon. You had all worked your asses off for years, and now you were here, in California, as a band. You finally had something real to show for all of it. 

The house, for all of its positive attributes, was still short a bedroom in comparison to the amount of people trying to live in it. You drew the short straw, meaning you got the haunted bedroom, a room that you would be sharing with Karen Sirko if you were all able to convince the woman to come out to Los Angeles and join your band. You didn’t mind; the room was the biggest one in the house, and you would gladly take some ghostly experiences in exchange for the space, and you and Karen had hit it off when you met her back in Baltimore, playing for the Winters. 

The night you moved in, you all went to this diner downtown, crammed into one booth with your burgers and making plans like anything in the world was possible. And maybe it was– sure as hell felt like it. 

You were thrilled– and mildly shocked– when Karen accepted the invitation to move into the Laurel Canyon house and join the band. You loved your boys dearly and had become very close with Camila, but being the lone woman in the band totally blew sometimes. They didn’t mean it, you knew, but it was clear that the rest of them waved off your opinion often, particularly Billy. You had a feeling it was because they’d known you since you were a little girl, and you were positive that Billy still saw you that way even all those years later. When Karen arrived with all her bluntness and her inability to take shit from any of them, you could’ve cried with gratitude. Her just being there got you more professional respect from the rest of them than you had ever been afforded before. 

You said as much to her, one of those first nights after she moved in. It was after one of her first rehearsals with the band, during which you had tried to suggest a change in one of your bass riffs, and Billy completely waved you off. Karen had stepped in, asserting that she thought the change actually suited the song better, and that you all should at least try playing the song that way. Graham, with his sweet little crush on the blonde, immediately agreed, so Billy begrudgingly did too. Obviously, it turned out that your version was better, and it became the official riff on the song. 

“Thanks for what you did today,” you said. You were sitting on your bed in your pajamas smoking a cigarette. Karen was standing in front of the mirror, brushing out her hair before bed. It had been a little awkward at first, not just sharing a room with the woman, but a bed as well, but you really didn’t have any other choice, considering you all couldn’t afford to get a pair of twin beds; luckily, Karen took to you like a match to flame and now every night had you giddy as sleepovers used to have you as a kid. 

“What did I do?” she asked, looking at you through the mirror. 

“Standing up for my riff,” you clarified. “They never would’ve listened to me about that if you weren’t here.”

“Well, that’s bullshit,” she said, setting the hairbrush down and climbing onto the bed. “It’s a great fucking riff and it made the song better. If they wouldn’t have listened to you alone, they’re a bunch of idiots.”

“I’m not arguing that one,” you laughed. Karen reached over and flipped the lightswitch, settling down on her back. It was a hot night, and the air conditioner in the window was doing its best to cool the room off, but you were both laying on top of the sheets, sticky with sweat. 

You closed your eyes, willing sleep to come to you, but it never did. It was just too fucking hot in that room. After what felt like an eternity, Karen turned to look at you and asked, “you wanna go smoke a joint on the deck?” 

You both made your way out to the deck, Karen leading the way through the dark house and you following behind, a pair of joints and your lighter clutched in one hand. Once outside, you settled into the chairs, handing Karen one of the joints and lighting it for her before lighting your own. You inhaled deeply and then exhaled, your head dropping back to take in the wide, navy sky, pockmarked with stars. 

“God, never saw stars like this in Pittsburgh,” you said, taking them all in. You looked over at Karen in her silence, only to find that she was already looking at you. “What are you looking at?”

Karen took another hit of her joint, blew out the smoke. “You,” she said simply. 

She was looking at you so sure, like you were something unshakable. That’s how Karen was, you had come to realize; she just believed that things were supposed to be a certain way, unfold a certain way, and they did. Nobody had ever looked at you that way before. 

***

Yours and Karen’s nocturnal escapes onto the deck or down to the beach to get high or drop acid or anything else quickly became routine. The afternoons and the evenings were for work, for throwing yourselves into the album you were creating, throwing yourselves into making it the best possible thing it could be. The mornings and early afternoons were for sleeping, first of all, but for hanging out with the rest of the band, getting drunk and going to the movies together, eating at the diner. But the nights were just for the two of you. There was a certain comfortable quiet that Karen’s mere presence encouraged in you; you had never been so content and unworried as you were with her. In the midst of the pressure of putting together the album and trying to make it in Los Angeles, you came to depend on those serene nights, more than you ever depended on any drugs or booze alone. 

And just like that, the recording for your first album was done. All the blood, sweat, and tears that had gone into making it were coming to a stop. You’d all have some time to actually relax for once while it was being mixed, and you had no idea what you were going to do with yourself. The whole band had gone out celebrating, and were just getting in during the early hours of the morning. 

You stood in front of the house, still drunk but well on your way to sobering up, watching the boys stagger up the stairs. Karen came to stand next to you, looping her arm through the crook of your elbow. You turned and smiled at her, and she leaned her head on your shoulder. 

“Let’s go to the beach,” she said, beginning to walk in the familiar direction before you’d responded, because of course the answer would have been yes anyway. The pair of you made your way there in comfortable silence. You felt filled to the brim by the sounds of the crickets and the crashing waves, the moonlight, her very presence, right there next to you. 

Karen dropped down into the dry sand right before the edge of the waves, pulling you down with her. You collapsed into her, slightly dizzy with the receding end of your drunkenness, and she righted you into a sitting position. It was a full moon, and the whole ocean was lit up silver in front of you. Maybe it was your inebriated state, but you thought that the sky had to be full of more stars than you had ever seen in your entire life. 

“Beautiful,” Karen murmured beside you, and you nodded. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I’ve never seen so many stars in my life. Looks like this science project I had to do back in grade school, where we pricked a bunch of holes in a piece of black cardboard and shone a flashlight through to simulate the night sky. I had poked so many holes in mine I think it was more holes than cardboard at that point.”

Karen laughed. “The stars are a wonder, yes. But I was talking about you.”

At this, you turned to look at her for the first time since you had reached the beach. You had almost gotten used to the way Karen looked at you in the time you’d known her, this way of looking like she was really seeing without ever having to try, like she could figure you out with one glance. It had made you feel so vulnerable, so bared naked, until all it did was make you feel comfortable and warm. You didn’t mind, you realized, if Karen could see inside of you like that. You wanted her to, even, you thought. She was the only person in the world that you would want to see you like that. 

The pale ivory of her skin and wheat blonde of her hair glowed blue in the night, illuminated like your own personal moon. You wanted to reach out and hold that glowing face in the palm of your hands. She was peering at you with those lovely dark eyes, every inch of her face serene, but a question still posed in the subtle scrunch of her brow, the pout of her full lips. 

You had tried so hard to parse through your feelings for Karen in the time that you’d known her without touching upon a certain conclusion, a conclusion that could easily end your friendship, could easily upend the band in the worst case scenario. You ignored the way you felt every time she would choose you to stick with in a room full of people, every time she looked at you in that specific way of hers. You tried so hard, and in one sentence she unraveled it all. 

“Karen,” you whispered, trying to convey the warning, the longing, the complexities of your feelings to her all in just her name. 

“I know,” she said, imperceptibly nodding. That was all you needed– in an instant, your hand was on her cheek, your mouth slanting against hers. She pulled herself closer to you, energetically returning the kiss, until any distance at all became too much and she simply moved to situate herself on your lap. Your hand slid past her cheek, up her neck and to tangle in her already wild hair. By the time she pulled away, her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen, and you both were panting hard. The moon was bright in the sky behind her, lighting her up like a halo. 

“This life we all have here, this beautiful thing we’ve all built here,” Karen said. Her hands were still on your shoulders, warm and solid. “The magic of it all comes from the fact that I’m doing it with you, getting to spend all of my time with you.”

Your breath caught at her words. “I never thought… I didn’t think there was a chance that you–” 

“I didn’t either,” she said with a breathless laugh, before you had to find the words to finish your thought. “But watching you watch the stars tonight, I had to say it. I couldn’t go any longer without you knowing.” 

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against hers. “Well, I’m really fucking glad you decided to say it, because I don’t think I ever would have had the guts to.” 

Karen laughed, the sound reverberating through her body and into your own, and you pulled her closer by the belt loops of her jean shorts, pressing your lips to hers once again. There was a lot you had to be grateful for in this life you’d made, especially now, but the mere existence of Karen Sirko in your arms very easily topped the list.

[ilovelawrencee]

—> welcome to my world!!

you are probably lost. so i would like to talk a little about myself, and about my hyperfixations.

my name is sammy. my pronouns are he/him, they/them and she/her ( in that order ). and i would appreciate it if you use masculine and neuter pronouns more often.

i am a black and brazilian. and i'm also autistic and monocular ( a visual impairment. it means one of my eyes is blind ). and i talk about this a lot here, so i hope you don't mind.

—> about my profile and my hyperfocus!!

i have hyperfocus on bendy, so most of my drawings and headcanons are related to the game.

sammy lawrence, alice angel and bendy are my favorite characters. so my entire profile will be geared towards them. just like my headcanons.

most of my posts about sammy lawrence involve headcanons.

i rarely post opinions, criticisms or comments that are not related to my favorite games.

i have difficulty understanding the tone of sentences. so please bear with me.

don't be surprised if i draw alice angel or sammy lawrence with different designs at times. i usually draw the fandom version, and my version of the characters ( that's why some of my alice drawings show a black woman, and others show a woman with straight hair, and probably white "batim alice" ).

i usually ship a specific character with several other characters. so don't be surprised if i draw sammy lawrence and henry stein. and then draw sammy lawrence and wally franks ( and i just love them ).

i like joey drew and william afton. so if you hate these characters, you can block me.

i am a writer. so, maybe i'll post a fanfic at some point ( remembering that i accept ideas. and i can write a fanfic about a bendy ship if you want ).

—> about my batim drawings!!

i don't draw gore. but i may draw at some point ( putting a trigger warning for sensitive people ).

i don't draw nsfw, or anything involving adult content.

i usually draw alice angel going through body horror experiences. but nothing too violent.

most of my drawings are about sad characters, or facing depressing moments. because well, batim is an extremely sad game.

o don't know how to color. so most of my drawings will be black and white.

—> about me!!

i don't have much to say. but i want you to know that i design self ships. and that i'm in love with alice angel.

[ducktoonsfanart]

The Three Caballeros as the Three Wise Men along with their nephews as shepherds visiting the Savior - Duckverse in History - My Version

 "And going into the house, they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh."(Matthew 2:11)

I haven't done Three Caballeros for a long time, but since the survey showed me to draw Three Caballeros, it will be.

Yes, in the Bible, more precisely in the New Testament and the Gospel according to Matthew, three wise men (according to some three kings) who are supposedly astrologers and magicians, went to visit the Holy Land to bring gifts to the Savior, that is, Jesus Christ who was born in Bethlehem, in stable, swaddled in a manger by his mother Mary. The three wise men brought them gold, incense, and myrrh. And those wise men are called Gaspar (or Caspar), Melchior, and Balthasar. The symbolism of the three is very well known so I used that for our heroes the Three Caballeros to be in those roles. Except in the Bible, they are not mentioned anywhere else, so it is uncertain who is who. Donald is Gaspar and wears gold, Panchito is Melchior and wears myrrh and Jose is Balthazar who wears incense, at least in my version or how they play the part. And they take it to the Savior Jesus Christ. I drew them wearing traditional clothing as worn at the time of Jesus' birth (1st century BC and 1st century AD) in Judea, in the Middle East. Donald is said to be from Persia, Panchito is from Yemen or Arabia, and Jose Carioca is from Ethiopia, which is where the three wise men supposedly came from.

Besides them, I also drew their nephews, Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie Duck and Jose's nephews Zico and Zeca Carioca as shepherds, that is, they play the role of shepherds. Luke's Gospel from the New Testament mentions that the angels told the shepherds to come and worship the Savior and the shepherds went to the Savior and worshiped him. So both Donald's and Jose's nephews will go and they are wearing shepherd's clothing as worn at the time (yes even though they are teenagers and these versions are from my version of the Quack Pack, they are still wearing the clothing of Jesus' time). There are also sheep and lambs from the Middle East accompanying them, and the wise men riding a camel and an elephant standing behind them. And there is the Angel Duck (to take from Donald's Better Self who is Donald's conscience and Donald's guardian angel) who leads them to the manger where the Lord Jesus Christ is. Glory to God who was born and who came to save us from our sins! Amen.

And I'm sorry if I offended you with something and it's not my intention to do so, this is just a drawing and some alternative and playing cosplay. Yes, the Three Wise Men are celebrated on January 6, ending the Christmas season, and with this I also marked the 800th anniversary of the Christmas Nativity tradition, which was introduced by the Catholic saint Francis of Assisi, the founder of the Franciscan order, who did it in 1223. Once again I wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as well as a Happy Epiphany! And sorry about some things I did wrong in this drawing and just to say that I am a believer and I believe in God the Savior! And yes, I'm not the only one who drew the Three Caballeros as the Three Wise Men, there are already those drawings on the subject, I just did it in my own way.

I hope you like this drawing and feel free to like and reblog this!