Okay so in the Prohibited Wish server we were goofing off today, annnnddd I did some things!!!
Some funni drawing I did!!
More Good Omens au, also a Bil Cipher I drew cause someone said Chaos (which made them angy (like in a funni way))
And the two fighting .... Well more like Demon Prismo instigating a fight and Angel Scarab choosing to start said fight. Also G!Scarab's weapon is a flaming mandible, and G!Prismo's weapon is a dice shaped like the time room (it was used in his Angel days to jumpstart stars with beams from the many openings)
And a New Au, which I'm calling the Snow Genie AU.. Where Prismo is the Ice King and Scarab is Betty (they kept their personalities though)
Scarab was human but then got hit with the mutugen stuff, and somehow survived.. He's in the future to get revenge on Prismo (where he steals Magic Man's powers)
Prismo is still lazy and not responsible, but the one responsible thing he did was try to raise Finn.
Where like Simon he left, but made sure Finn could survive on his own. Though the first gift Prismo gave Finn was the sword, which he found in a weird cellar (yeas it's the demon blood sword)
.. what else.. Oh yeah, so Finn does survive (he becomes a vampire and cause of his good nature, offs the vampires much like Marcy did.. but he doesn't have their abilities... Other than basic vampire stuff)
Prismo found a dog too.. which looks like Jake (he calls him Gunther tho, he is a son of an alien and does a bunch of weird stuff but doesn't talk)
Also a first sketch of Magic Scarab, which is when I remembered I hate drawing human Scarab...
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The 13th Conduit -- Story Previews
Currently, my partner and I have been going back and forth with this new story idea and, frankly? I am obsessed with it and I am super excited to see this story to it's end. I won't spoil too much now, but below the cut there are some previews of what is in store for when it eventually gets finished ;)
“I’m surprised I’m not talking to your feet you’re so head over heels,” Beelzebub grumbled.
“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” Raphael squeed. She had completely missed Beelzebub’s connotation to their remark, either purposefully or inadvertently while drunken on lust.
Beelzebub rolled their eyes and turned their attention to something else. “Let me know when your next date is,” they muttered.
“Oooo! Why, wanna help me pick out an outfit?” Raphael smiled.
“So I can avoid being within a 200 mile radius,” they groaned.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy,” Raphael tsked as she went to her closet and began to flip through articles, already trying to pick her next date attire, “and besides, I may not even be able to tell you! After all, our dates are more like fate than pre planned. He’ll know where to find me. And I’ll know where to find him too, when our hearts meet and we align in time, place, and space.”
“Go to poetry club or cram it,” Beelzebub snapped as they cracked open a book on their desk.
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“So, let’s do some quick introductions,” Lucifer hummed. That caught Crowley off guard, but he was very quick to rein that in. After all, confusion was probably what Lucifer wanted, or anything similar to lower Crowley's defenses. Instead he said nothing and let Lucifer start.
“So, ‘Anthony.’ Anthony J. Crowley. This whole persona you invented to evade me. Shall we drop it now that we’ve finished playing hide and seek?” Lucifer hummed as he pulled out a small tray of meats and cheeses. It was spoken with such calmness, as if it was merely a game to play with a child rather than an over 30 year long conflict. Crowley again mulled over his answer but ultimately decided that if he were to assert his dominance in the situation and not fold to Lucifer’s will, he needed to show enough resistance to gain respect, but not too much as to anger his opponent.
“I prefer you continue calling me Anthony actually,” Crowley said plainly. Further remarks and potential justifications flashed his mind, though he bit his tongue. Lucifer paused before shrugging his shoulders.
“I suppose that’s fine. You have been living with it for quite a while. It’s only reasonable that you’d still be attached. Though I hope you aren’t attached to the other play things you found on your sabbatical.”
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“Anathema!” Another voice, that was most distinctly belonging to Wensleydale, cried from behind the door. “Come on, please?”
There was another knock as Anathema huffed and backed away from the door.
“I felt the shift too,” Adam’s voice said simply. “It felt right, like it was supposed to happen. He’s going to try to reverse it.”
“We want to help Mr. Crowley!” Brian chimed in.
“Guys, please, the last thing I want is for all of you to get hurt,” Anathema heavily sighed. “We’ve got a full enough party as it is.”
There was a quiet chime, followed by the doorknob rattling and the door easily swung a bit open. Anathema blinked in surprise — she was 100% sure she had locked it. Before she could even attempt to close it again, Warlock had pushed through and opened the door the rest of the way, with Adam trailing behind him.
“I want to return the favor,” he said, his eyes a little saddened. “Do you want our help or not?”
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“We understand that the sun is what causes these power fluctuations, and with those who are fire inclined experiencing a slightly different cycle, and our current ecliptic line being off by a few degrees, what does that mean? Well, -“ she slapped her hand against the sheet right next to the new symbol, “- what if I was to tell you that we have had 13 leads all along!”
Between her manic explanation and frantic movements between diagrams, Raphael only then realized that she was out of breath; panting and flushed red in the cheeks. In fact, her entire form numbed and tingled, no doubt from the burst of adrenaline. However, it would only take one more breath to finish, and so she gulped a large breath of air and proudly said, “Lucifer, I-“
“No.”
Her exhale retreated back into her throat suddenly. Lucifer’s voice was strange now, it didn’t seem to have come from his mouth but rather reverberated around from every point of his aura encompassing them both. She was startled and rattled, only able to move her mouth wordlessly as the feeling wore off.
“B-But…” she mumbled as she gestured vaguely to a star chart, “it’s here-“
She didn’t see him move and instead only first registered his action by the harsh ripping and shredding or her hard work. The fractured remnants of her hard work fluttered to the floor like harmless snow at Lucifer’s feet as he stared at the empty board now nearly devoid of anything that once resembled paper.
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i kind of want to talk about gary's alakazam in this au now, as it tangentially ties into his cooking skills/eating habits ig. it's hard not to take shortcuts when you have magic spoons ...
see, alakazam spoons are very special. anything you eat with them automatically tastes incredible. but they only ever part with (usually) one of their spoons, and only with a trainer they have come to deeply trust.
gary's alakazam is ... a little different. maybe their traumatic face-off against mewtwo when gary was younger gave their big old alakazam brain a good rattle. alakazam's bond with gary is still tremendous, though. so much so that alakazam gifts gary with not just one ... but a constant yet sporadic stream of spoons.
over the years, gary has a amassed an entire drawer of these magic spoons in his lab. just a big ol' magic spoon drawer. a man's gotta have a magic spoon drawer!
in turn, this makes a thief out of alakazam, or at least they could be — gary doesn't actually know how they acquire this continuous supply of spoons. but he can only imagine the aggrieved department store staff before he lets the question go. alakazam has their ways, and alakazam always has spoons. sweet, delicious, magical spoons.
plain old cereal on a 3am work break never tasted so good.
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