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singthesongsofsin · 12 hours
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And with the noodle, the blogs tags are fixed!
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singthesongsofsin · 12 hours
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And the pretty, pretty, tragedy is now functionally sortable on the blog! How very thrilling.
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singthesongsofsin · 12 hours
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And my darling freaky pathologist girlie! New tags! It seems only fair she get the anatomical heart.
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singthesongsofsin · 12 hours
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Adelard! Done! Tags fixed. His have probably needed the least fiddling with.
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singthesongsofsin · 12 hours
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🌙🌙| And everyone's favourite narcoleptic idealist has fixed tags!
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singthesongsofsin · 15 hours
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A painting that I forgot existed but totally vibed with when I got started on it again ✨
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Window wings, fragile panes
Shield me from the dark
Warm me with your spark
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Full resolution images and painting videos on Patreon
Part of my glass wings series
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singthesongsofsin · 3 days
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If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.
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singthesongsofsin · 5 days
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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so if demons are sticklers for contracts, demand high payment for their services, and have firm/specific rules regarding summoning rituals (aka the hiring process & availability of their labor)—what i'm hearing is demons are fully unionized
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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An incomplete list of things Dia had in her room as a child:
• preserved and framed butterfly specimens • porcelain dolls • carnivorous plants (she started with Venus flytraps, and then got gradually more of them) • local community playbills. • books! (Both classic fiction and textbooks). • a chemistry set, and other aesthetic, often Victorian pharmacy inspired glass ware • a variety of sewing odds and ends to create her creepy, morbid plushie collection (some were bought and then changed, others were created wholesale, her parents could never figure out to be glad she was learning the skill or more alarmed about what she was making)
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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She smiles, "Отличный, I prefer stripes." She lines up her next shot, it skims the first ball she was oping to hit, nudging it into the pocket and pinging off the wall to hit the second in. Not her fanciest trick, but one she enjoyed-- especially when it worked, like now.
"Ваше казино... casino, is lovely. Probably the best I've found down here."
"Solids." The cassowary rarely started a game by absolutely dominating someone; he preferred to give them a fair chance, or at least the illusion of one. He began easy, knocking a single ball into a pocket on his first turn.
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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Belphegor accepts the smoothie, blinking at the surprisingly citrusy taste to it. "Did you make this or is it the new Voxbucks flavour?" The paperwork to franchise them into Sloth was still being processed, but it would happen eventually, or he thinks his ring might actually riot.
Belphegor liked the Clydes, the Clydes were a fabulous, vital part of Lucifer's continued survival. "They always are, and I'm glad they were there." He takes another sip of the drink, mixing the straw around in it. "Thank you for the least reassuring answer."
He’s slurping loudly on one of the smoothies passing one to Bel, as he tilted his head to the side thinking . “.. hmm a bit of both to be honest .. “ he admitted .
“I didn’t make it to the bottom though .. one of the Clyde’s caught me.. and they kinda dissipated after they landed on the ground but I’m sure they’ll be back” he shrugged.
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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"Phd, Lucifer," Belphegor provides. Charlie had called some months ago when she began this whole... redemption hotel business, and he'd offered his support to his niece, and now... There is something strange in being the youngest, and put-together of his siblings. All of them just making things up as they went along-- sometimes it works, sometimes it crashes and burns. He sighs, sitting down, and patting the spot beside him with the implication Lucifer should sit.
How to phrase this... delicately? "You came to me, Lucifer-- if you just wanted to vent there's the Clydes who you know won't judge you, and Monty, who might, but will still support you. You wouldn't burden Charlie with it, so you came here, which means you probably wanted someone to talk back." Though whether he would admit that is a different question.
Belphegor blinks, and reaches out his arms to drag Lucifer into a hug. "You're staying for dinner, I might not be a good chef," a consequence of the narcolepsy, too many things had burned or boiled off, or simply overcooked until the smoke alarm alerted him. "But I think you shouldn't go back to the palace tonight."
“Wait what did I say?” He asked blinking first one eye and then the other , he has said right thing .. right ?
He looked a bit offended when the other gestured at him, rude ! He made sure to dress nice today and everything ! “Woow Bel, judgy much “ he rolled his eyes . Honestly he came here to vent not to be attacked !
“Oh ya that was good , I ate some for breakfast this morning .. “ he wasn’t depressed and he didn’t have ptsd .. he couldn’t cause then he would be weak and he had to be strong.. ‘A king has to be strong in front of their subjects’ her words rang in his head constantly .
“Um.. to answer your question … seven years ago..”
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singthesongsofsin · 6 days
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idk what your all talking about tiktok rules
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singthesongsofsin · 7 days
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“Bell , can you believe this shit, apparently everyone thinks I’m severely depressed and I apparently need therapy for my PHD or whatever they called it “ he’s making a rare appearance in sloth to see Bell and complain while looking like he hasn’t slept for 3 weeks .
( also Luci it’s PTSD not phd ))
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Belphegor doens't even look up from the plant he's watering, humming as he throws a look over his shoulder at Lucifer. His door was always open to his family, even if Tara seemed to be the one who used it most often. He lifts an eyebrow. "First, I think you mean PTSD, not PhD, that's a degree, and last I checked, not one you have,"
Belphegor sets the watering can down, "Lucifer, I think everyone is right. I thought it was clear? I love you dearly but..." he trails off, and gestures at Lucifer. "You're not exactly the same man that inspired all those statues the mortals made, when was the last time you ate something other than pre-made food? One of your Clydes stopped a few weeks ago to get you the limited edition bread the bakery a few streets away was advertising."
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