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Howdy folks! I have company coming over tonight, so I won't be able to do much, but I was thinking about sending some memes to folks 🩷 if you'd like a few memes ( 2 - 4 ) in your inbox from Evan, give this a like!

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Howdy folks! I have company coming over tonight, so I won't be able to do much, but I was thinking about sending some memes to folks 🩷 if you'd like a few memes ( 2 - 4 ) in your inbox from Evan, give this a like!

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Howdy folks. I just wanted to check in and say activity will be low for a bit. It's rough out here for many reasons and, honestly? My therapist is kinda dog shit at her job and I'm not being professionally supported, like. At all. Girly talks to me in the grocery store checkout line and I could go on but won't, so 🩷 I need to work on that on top of other shit going on in life. You know how it is. So if I'm slow here, that'll be why- I'm doing my best out here. Not a hiatus but definitely very low activity!

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Howdy folks! I'm still Hazbin brained, so if anyone would like a starter in that verse they can like this <3 otherwise I'll be trying to work on drafts. Hope everyone's having a good day!

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Open to mutuals! { Hazbin Verse ! }

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Of all the things she had inherited from Michael, her wings had to be just about the most inconvenient, which was a tall order. Considering she had to change her name because an insane overlord that she killed in the first place was obsessed with her for her abilities, which that idiot had given her as well, it was hard to burden her more. But, no, as it turns out, white fluffy wings, even half deformed, garnered some pretty unwanted attention in Hell. Made enough sense. Too bad it didn't make her any less bitter.

"I got here with them, no, I don't know why they're there," she sighed to the other, having seen their eyes linger for a bit too long. While they might not have asked, she knew the questions were there, and she would rather be able to lie before any correct assumptions were made. "I always thought of it as some cosmic joke, if you want my guess."

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Pretentious & Poetic Sentences, Vol. 10

(Pretentious sentences from various sources for muses that like to speak in grandiose sentences. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How many scattered corpses will you leave in your bloody wake before your life has run its course?"

"I want to liberate your truest self: the beast that prowls around your heart."

"What would we not to do defeat death?"

"We've all done things to survive. There are such sins on my back it would kill me to turn around."

"I think that time can only be fully understood by an observer with a godlike gift of infinite regression."

"They say that a man is never so weak, so defenceless against suffering, as when he is in love."

"Evil only attacks where there's a soul that's vulnerable."

"There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair."

"The arrow of time points in one direction."

"Death can be a sublime experience."

"I'm not the man you knew. There's blood on my teeth, and in my soul, I think."

"I am not a creation of the antique pastoral world. I am modernity personified."

"The heaviness you're carrying has its own gravitational pull."

"Every Caesar must have his Brutus."

"There is a time for truth and a time, not for lies, but for silence."

"How many thousands of years has man been living an illusion?"

"Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself."

"You pass yourself off as a puppy in a raincoat, happily running around the yard, digging holes in the garden. Only, you're laying a minefield, not wagging your tail."

"What is a ghost? Is it a presence that prowls our bed chambers when we turn down the lights? Or is it a memory that roams the dark corridors of our mind?"

"It is often when one least expects it that fate arrives at our door. We can't foresee it any more than we can escape it. No matter how hard we run or hide, fate, like death, will always find us."

"The winner in all wars decides the truth."

"Because I murder with will and not like a blind animal, you think me a monster. Yet, how many corpse have you left in your wake?"

"We all dream of being a child again, even the worst of us. Perhaps the worst most of all."

"How did I miss the moment that you sold your soul?"

"No one can change a story once it's been told."

"It's one thing to yearn for something, but quite another to find the strength to achieve it."

"Kindness is hypocrisy."

"You have no sense of the terrors I will bring onto you."

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I'm here! Still feeling Novi hardcore so I'll be focusing most of my attention there, thank y'all for your patience <3 She's so refreshingly done with taking bullshit and I need that for her rn

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— It wasn't often that Nova gave herself a day off. Turned out that when she said she'd sleep when she was dead, she'd been lying. Maybe that was okay. Even though she had known Michael and Raziel, they'd never let her in on the big punchline. Never told her that Hell was real and that she had been on her way there for a long time. You live, you die, you learn. Whatever. Was it a lie if she didn't know she would still need to busy herself in the afterlife?

Her mind was lingering on that question as she locked the coffee shop's door behind her on her way out. There was someone behind her, though- and she had promised a friend that she would close up for the day... "Sorry, the Brew's closed for the day- we'll be open and ready for business early- oh my God."

Words failed her as she turned around to face Maurice- the love of her life that should still be alive. What was he doing here? Who hurt him?

"Maurice?" She whimpered quietly, looking him up and down as another horrifying thought hit her- where was Elodie?

Grey rabbit ears pressed flat against her head as her body tensed at the thought of someone hurting, let alone killing their daughter- she wouldn't be without protection, she was sure, but the thought of neither of them being there to protect her shattered her just a little more than she already had been.

Still, everyone died. Even the two of them. And for now, until she learned more of the situation, that meant that they were together again. She didn't think any further about it before she took him into her arms, holding him close, good wing fluttering slightly on her back. "I missed you," she whimpered, tears flooding emerald eyes.

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Howdy folks! Nova's still being loud as hell, so most of what I do tonight will probably be in the Hazbin / Helluva Boss verse. If you're interested in that, feel free to give this a little heart pls <3

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— Nova felt frozen in place as she watched the man she loved crumble just across the room from her. He knew her well enough to know that she was a worrier- would the sun come up, would the two of them live through whatever hurdle life had given them? She'd given him so many hurdles. Most of all, she could see, was the effect her death had on him. As much as she had worried before seeing him that maybe he would have been better off, she knew just by looking at him in this moment that she had been beyond wrong. Tears flooded her own eyes as she heard his voice again, spilling over as he crossed the room and finally touched her again. "It-it's m-me," she whimpered.

Tensing as he touched her wing, she opened her mouth to protest his healing her. That wing had looked that way since she had arrived in hell, and although it hurt like an old wound, she had never thought there was anything to do about it. Instead of words, though, a gasp escaped as a wound cracked open on his face. "H-Hey! You didn't- ho-hold on, I have a first aid kit," her words came out scrambled and rushed as she detached herself from him so that she could get her first aid kit from beneath the coffee counter. She could change her name, and her appearance, but she would always be the same, cautious Evan, keeping one within reach at all times.

Tugging him gently to a table in the shop, her eyes took on a white glow as she used her mind to lock the front door and flip the open sign to closed. If she knew Lupin, she knew they had as much time as she wanted- now that he knew she was here, she knew he would stay, too. If he could. She hoped he could. Sitting him down so that she could reach his face better, she started work on trying to stop the bleeding.

"You didn't have to do that," she sighed weakly as she worked at his wound, "but... I-I know... I know you did it because you love me, and I love you too. Thank you," her voice broke on her thanks, tears flowing freely still as her hands continued to shake.

"I missed you so much. I-I'm so sorry, Lupin..."

He hadn't expected to find anything that would pique his interest for more than five minutes when he walked into the shop, even though the name greatly appealed to him, as fire was his second favorite element after darkness and he could get behind anyone who included it in their shop's title. He spends a few minutes perusing the shelves, looking at the glowing green potion bottles (he was thinking about purchasing some to brighten his realm of Limbo, a place designed to hold lost souls who had nowhere to go) when he is distracted by a voice he thought he would never have the privilege of hearing again, Evan's voice. The woman he had mourned for years after her tragic death, and he turns his head to look at her, but the face staring back at him was nothing like the divine beauty she had been when she was alive. She now had grey, speckled skin and animalistic features, those that belonged to a rabbit if his eyes were working correctly.

It was her damaged wing that made his steely, cold resolve crumble, and he starts slapping his hands down roughly on the wooden surface of the cabinet several times to compose himself. It must have made him look manic but he didn't care and it wasn't like she had any other customers in the shop to see him do it. She knows his temperaments better than anyone or he hoped she still did, because the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was acting negatively towards her change in appearance.

❛Evan, is that really you? ❜ He rubs his arm sleeve over his eyes to mop up his tears before he turns his head to look at her again. He removes the illusion that made him look human and moves over to her to cup her face with long, taloned fingers. He now resembles a fox more than a man. ❛I thought I would never see you again, yet here you are. ❜ He stretches his hand out to touch her twisted, gnarled wing in an attempt to heal it. He knew all too well that whatever corruption had been placed on her when she had first arrived here would be placed onto him, but it was a price he was willing to pay if it meant she would be healed. He was an eldritch horror and it was about time his outer appearance reflected his true, horrifying nature. He feels his thermal facial scarring begin to crack open like an egg, and black blood gushes out of the horrifying-looking wound as he finally restores her wing to its former angelic glory.

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In the bg3 verse, Evan chops wood in order to find peace while at camp. It was a way they trained children in the cult, but she always enjoyed it more than the others seemed to. It was something she could do and know that as long as she was being effective, she would be left alone. There were variables that affected her success in many things while she was with the cult, her soft little heart not really up to the task of pleasing Zuggtmoy's whims the way she needed to all the time, but the one thing she had always been good at was hard work. It's relaxing, knowing that she can always at least do that right.

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Morrigan: I want to do a blood magic

Me: and you're so right for that, let me help

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— It was a slow day at Burn n Brew, leaving Nova with time on her hands as she kept watch over the shop. It was hard not to get in her head about the business not being what it had been before, but she was trying her best to keep things positive. As much as she wanted to blame herself and the years she'd spent wandering Hell for her lack of business, she knew what it really was.

Extermination Day was just a day away. Oddly enough, she was almost looking forward to it- she'd been planning to fight back since she'd gotten the shop up and running. She was in a better place to do so than other sinners, and she had a hard time separating that fact from the responsibility it put on her shoulders. If she could kill even a few of them, it would mean that others in Hell got to live.

It could also serve as a loud and hardy fuck you to Michael. She didn't know how things worked up there, but she had a feeling that a sinner who could burn their soldiers with holy flame might get back around to him.

The bell rang above the door, signaling that someone dared come into the empty shop. Looking up from the latte art she was trying to perfect, her eyes widened as she saw a face she hadn't thought she'd be able to see again. "Lupin?"

His whispered name came out without her meaning to let it, her hands instantly trembling as she set the milk down, her eyes never leaving his. She hadn't known what happened to him when she died, and that had been a long while ago, anyways. Her skin crawled as she thought about just how different she looked, now. Not the woman he loved anymore, but a sinner with greyed and speckled skin, bunny ears, tail, and nose. Wings, though one of them was twisted and gnarled. Would he even know who she was? Did she want him to? He had known such a different version of herself, and she wasn't sure if he would love her and all her spikey rage quite the same way.

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What if I said I really wanted to make starters for the Hazbin / Hellaverse. What if I said Nova was rattling the bars of her cage. What if I said pls like for Nova and probably some coffee while she's at it.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— "Sounds good! Keep warm while you're out there," Evan said absentmindedly as she worked on meticulously crafting a night sky onto a cupcake, her mind running away with itself as he left the room. Feeling safe was a rarity for Evan, and had been most of her life- she knew there was always something she needed to be watching out for ever since she could remember, well... Anything. It was a driving force that kept her walking on a tight rope throughout most of her life. One small step taken incorrectly, and that was that. Sometimes she didn't know which would be worse, the death that trailed behind her in all of her careful steps, or Verlice's eyeing her the whole time. Wherever he was, she knew he was waiting for her to make that one mistake that sent her crashing towards the ground; knew he would be ready to claim her freedom afterwards.

Not around Chris, though. He was in a tough situation, being her friend, and she knew it. She knew it was a risk for him to stick around, but he did it anyways. It was so brave it was hard to argue with, when he knew all the risks as well as he did. Maybe if she was a better person, she would have argued. Maybe she was signing away both of their freedoms by continuing to hang around. How was she supposed to tell him no, though? He was so much more sure of himself than she was- would her protecting him by leaving even come off that way? Or would it be insulting?

Insulting or not... She couldn't do it. She couldn't say no to the safety and the familiarity she felt around him. Like home. Where she could be herself.

She was just finishing her second cupcake when she heard him, putting the icing aside and running out to meet him without sparing another thought. Emerald hues were wide and full of fear as they met his for a moment before darting around the darkness around them. Quas being quiet and gone didn't add up- if something happened, he would have told Chris. She knew that. Which... Which meant something bad had happened to him. Before he could tell him.

Two people came to mind, and although she normally tried to shy away from those haunting figures in her mind, she made herself linger on them. As sick as it made her to think it, she had to acknowledge that the scene around them was too quiet and too clean to be her mother's doing. Her mom was too frenzied and hateful to catch Quas by surprise. It was too professional.

She knew what professional meant.

"I- um. W-We should get inside, Chris. We'll... We'll get him back, but we can't talk out here," she whispered desperately, "please. I promise."

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There was no one sweeter than Chris Luna. Out of all the Lunas, he would be the first to offer you any help you may need. Whether it was a warm meal, a safe place to stay, or even the shirt off of his back. Chris would always be there to help out anyone. Especially if they were non human.

But even the kindest people had their limits.

Much like his mother before him, he had a small list of things that angered. 1, don't reveal his hidden poems and drawings to his crush. 2, don't take advantage of his time and kindness. 3, and most important, don't EVER mess with his close ones.

Friends, family, and especially the two familiars he spoiled on the daily.

Who knows what an angry and magic infused Chris would do if someone messed with his loved ones!

On a seemingly avergae visit from Evan, Chris happily offered her some lessons on baking while Quas kept watch. When your friend had a group of scientist after her, you wanted someone to keep watch just in case they got any funny ideas. Little did he know they had a hilarious idea involving his hellhound.

Quas's red eyes scanned the area for any potential threats. Anyone who dared tread on Luna's with ill intent would feel the flames of hell. Unfortunately, he felt a prick in his neck...and everything slowly went dark.

"Hmm...Quas hasn't said anything in a while," Chris mused as he wipes his hands. "If you feel cozy, you can decorate the cupecakes while I check on the little dude."

He offers her a smile before he makes his way outside. Evan would soon hear something she had never heard from the baker. After what seemed like 10 minutes, Quas could not be found. Those soft brown hues scanned the area and found a small note on the bench near Quas's spot.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS QUAS!?"

His voice echoed through the bakery, a wave of purple mana soon following.

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I am loved! 😊 [white knuckle gripping the sink unable to meet my own bloodshot eyes]