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crypticcodexcreations · 11 months

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WIP Memes Tag: Demon Hunting Demon

Got tagged a bit ago by @andromedaexists I didn't know what WIP to do at first, and then I started writing about a couple new characters with a great dynamic so!

Gonna tag @blind-the-winds @smol-feralgremlin and leave an open tag as well!

#tag games #Demon Hunting Demon WIP #Father Oliver Moriarty #Steven the Demon #WIP memes

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s0fter-sin · 10 days

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people are acting like we’re saying creators shouldn’t be paid for their work; they absolutely should. and watcher already is. they have a patreon, they get sponsors, their videos regularly get millions of views which gives them ad revenue, they sell merch; they are getting paid. feeling indignant and disappointed that they’re asking us to pay for content we were already getting for free isn’t entitlement, it’s expected. they wanted to make bigger produced shows and now their budget can’t sustain it, that’s not on the viewer to make up for

#im not going to feel as sorry for the company as iam for an artist working out of their bedroom #they went too big and now expect us to make up for it #its normal to feel slighted by that #im not paying over a hundred dollars a year for a guy to eat food another to walk around a house and a puppet to tell a story #im just not #their shows are entertaining theres no doubt about that but can you really say its worth that fee when we are in a cost of living crisis #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt #watcher #watcher tv #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #hey there demons it’s me ya boy #ghoul boys

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awakefor48hours · 8 months

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It messes with me so much to remember that these guys are the same age

#miraculous ladybug #atla #avatar #avatar the last airbender #steven universe #toh #the owl house #demon slayer #my hero academia #marinette dupain cheng #azula #steven quartz universe #luz noceda #nezuko kamado #izuku midoriya #top posts

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hightowered · 6 days

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and you know i gotta say. the vast majority of the people losing their shit this weekend made it very clear that they do not understand the difference between "artists who want a measure of comfort in their lives" and "the billionaires actually being targeted by phrases like eat the rich." that is such a weird thing to be so proud to announce to the whole entire internet.

it's also extremely weird to behave as though any individual is entitled to an artist's work for free. or that the audience should be the final say in determining what an artist creates. there is a major difference between the betrayal of an artist who produces art and then banks on their social capital to engage in harmful, violent, bigoted behavior (like jk rowling) and the "betrayal" of an artist who decides that they should be or need to be compensated for their work. the latter isn't actually a betrayal at all. it's just a shift.

the thing is that the watcher boys didn't invent capitalism, they didn't invent the streaming model, they didn't invent youtube or patreon. they aren't getting 100% of the money from either. their merch doesn't magically appear as if made by elves while they sleep. their videos don't happen out of nowhere and without incurring bills. they have a business which employs people, and sure, you can say they employ too many people, but do they actually? a bunch of randos on the internet don't actually know that. they don't know these job titles, or how necessary it is to have everyone there. it's pure speculation. the entire company exists within a system they did not invent and are trying to stay afloat in said system while a bunch of assholes on the internet berate them for not acquiescing to their every whim at the expense of their artistic integrity, their ability to compensate their staff fairly, and their ability to keep making art.

and jumping from "i want to continue enjoying this artist's work for free" to "i think people should be fired and the remaining employees should be given greater responsibilities and more tasks to complete" is wild to me. there's nothing leftist in that and so trying to leverage leftist jargon to prove some sort of moral superiority is fucking wild, it's disingenuous, and it's sketchy as hell. you're allowed to be disappointed. you're not magically exempt from being told you're being an asshole if you decide your disappointment entitles you to take part in asshole behavior.

"but we don't want something heavily produced and we don't want these shows" then don't watch! that's it! don't watch! you are not being held hostage and forced to engage with this content. you have the choice not to. throwing a tantrum and launching racist vitriol at steven lim and demanding he step down as CEO shows a level of entitlement and childishness that, frankly, i wish they could have ignored, but they're both kinder & more patient than i am.

anyway congratulations to watcher on their new streaming service and their gorgeous new website, congratulations to the boys on a new step in their careers and on achieving something they've made clear they've wanted for ages, thank you to the boys for all their hard work and for sharing their creativity with us. thank you too for taking such a big and genuinely brave step to no longer be beholden to major corporations and advertisers so you can make the art you want to make. thank you to steven lim for taking so many steps back to keep the company running and for doing your best in a shit economy and while being targeted by this kind of nastiness online. and thank you to the entire team at @wearewatcher for continuing to do amazing work despite being treated like shit by the fan community at large on the internet while you're trying to make a living and create art. you all deserve better than you've been shown of late and i hate that such an exciting moment got overshadowed by so many temper tantrums.

because the whole fucking point, the dream, is getting to make the art that matters to them, without being held back. i'm sorry y'all don't want the heavily produced and high quality shit but your preferences as a member of an audience are not the law by which artists should abide. they are artists and they are free to, and deserve to, make the art they want to make.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #could this rollout have been handled better? sure! but for the love of god the way y'all have been reaching to demonize them #steven in particular #it's frankly pretty horrifying #like y'all actually behave that way? and are proud to have a record of it?

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jibberjibbsart · 18 days

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Style study for my own art and mimicking my favorite shows 💖

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bergoozter · 9 days

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what we’re not gonna do is point fingers at shane, ryan, or steven. they make decisions together for the betterment of the company they built with each other.

#stop making shitty headcanons demonizing steven 🫶#watcher #watcher tv #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim

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ravxe3n · 2 months

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more doodles but it progressively gets worse

#watcher #watcher entertainment #shane madej #ryan bergara #ghost files #bfu #buzzfeed unsolved #ryan and shane #shane and ryan #demon!shane #angel!ryan #mystery files #my and my friends (mostly me) have been joking about watcher trio mewing and i really want them to #shane would most likely do it on mystery files just to shut ryan up #steven lim

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selineram3421 · 1 month

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*is now craving sushi* Dang. 🍣

Other Worldly

Part 2

Part 1

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, food mentions-seaweed, song lyrics Drift Away-Trillian ⚠

Alastor took the mer up to their hotel room, the halls empty as he made another water pun, which earned him a fin slap to the face.

"I could drop you, you know?", he said but continued to carry them towards the bathtub.

Setting them down gently, he made sure to get a towel and put it somewhere within reach for them to take when their legs returned.

"There you are dear!", he said before standing up straight. "I'll leave you here now. Don't try to get up too soon, you'll just flop right over!", he laughed and turned to leave.

"Wait.", they spoke softly.

Like an exciting rush, he felt chills run down his back as his body followed the command.

"Don't tell anyone about what you saw..", they paused. "Or what you heard from me. Please."

As soon as they were finished, the 'spell' had broken and he was able to move again. Glancing over his shoulder, the Radio Demon snapped his fingers and his coat was clear of the water spots they had left on him.

"Very well.", he said and began closing the bathroom door. "This will stay our little secret~", he placed a finger over his lips before shutting the door.

He stood there for a moment, hearing the mer let out a sigh before the water turned on.

Satisfied with his findings, the deer demon left their hotel room, making sure to lock the door before closing it.

As he made his way to his radio tower, he thought of ways to get the aquatic demon to sing around him.

I should ease their worries somehow.. He thought. I wonder if there is a way to lure a siren.

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You hated the transition of your legs returning.

Every time, you felt like your tail was being torn apart. Your scales felt like needles piercing into you when they sunk back into your skin. The webbing on your fingers was the only thing that didn't hurt much, but your hands would cramp a few times the day after.

This is annoying. You thought as you dried yourself completely after taking a bath.

Next was the hard part.

Grabbing the edge of the tub, you slowly stood up. Your feet feeling like you walked many miles without rest, aching as you stepped onto the tile floor.

It hurt.

Step by step, it felt like you were walking on glass, thorns, or hot coal as you made your way into your room to get dressed.

As soon as you could, you dropped onto your bed with a whine, staying there for a moment before crawling under the covers. After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, you hoped that the red dressed demon wouldn't say anything of what he saw.

Yes, you told him a command but the other half was a plea.

Let's not worry about it. He did say it would be our secret. You thought before going to sleep.

The next day was a little odd.

After getting breakfast, the smiling demon began talking to you like you were old friends.

It confused you.

What did he have to gain from talking to a quiet person? There was nothing you could say without hypnotizing him.

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It was simple.

All he had to do was get them used to him and they'd be comfortable enough to let their guard down.

What better way to do it other than talking?

Food.

Throughout a few weeks, the Radio Demon experimented with all kinds of food. Taking notice of their expressions and the amount of food that they left on their plate. Later, he noticed that they enjoyed snacking on seaweed.

He wasn't sure where they had got it from, but it was something that he made sure was kept stocked in the kitchen and at the bar.

"The fuck? Why seaweed?", Husker grumbled.

"One of our guests enjoys it and the Princess ordered a surplus of the snack.", Alastor said as he watched the cat demon put the box under the bar counter.

Of course, it didn't really work out like he wanted. They were still quiet, still just out of reach, wary of him and his every action.

So he tried a different tactic.

Continuing to talk to them in open spaces but once they left, he hid in the shadows and observed them.

And then it happened.

It was exactly what he was waiting for.

Though he was hiding within the shadows of a dark theater room, he still was able to catch them, to listen to them sing.

Dark brown wood and red velvet from the room had made the area darker than it really was, but they still managed to find a ledge to sit on. They started off with soft hums before a real note came out from their lips.

"Here in the garden

Let's play a game

I'll show you how it's done

Here in the garden

Stand very still

This will be so much fun"

Like before, he felt the pull in his chest, the daze their voice submerged his mind into.

"And then she smiled

That's what I'm after

A smile in her eyes

The sound of her laughter

Happy to listen

Happy to play

Happily watching her drift away"

His shadows held him back from crawling out of the darkness. Something he was quite grateful for as he didn't want to disturb their singing.

"You keep on turning pages, for people who don't care

People who don't care about you

And still it takes you ages, to see that no one's there

See that no one's there

Everyone's gone on with out you.."

Such a peculiar thing. To feel what they felt through their song, waves of sadness brushing against his mind.

"And aren't I the fool to have

Happily listened

Happy to stay

Happy to watch her drift

Drift

Drift...away."

They finished their song and sighed, wearing a frown.

Something Alastor couldn't just stand by for.

"You have such a lovely voice.", the deer demon spoke up.

They let out a noise of surprise and stood quickly , looking around the room like a frightened animal.

"It's a shame you hide it.", he continued.

He could hear how quick their breathing became as they backed away towards the nearest exit. Before the mer could touch the door, the Radio Demon came out of the shadows behind them and took their wrist.

They gasped and froze, not daring to look at him as he held them close.

Now is his grasp, he hummed in content and put a finger under their chin, lifting it up so they could look him in the eye.

His smile grew wider once they made eye contact.

"Let's make a deal~"

I did not have sushi but I did get to eat seaweed.

~Seline, the person.

Part 3

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ML I Alastor🎙 | ChL OW🦀

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shaniacsboogara · 5 months

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shane, buddy, you can't just say that

#tms #too many spirits #he's never beating the demon allegations #watcher #shane madej #all hail the watcher #watcher entertainment #steven lim #coke santa #shane and ryan #ricky wang #ryan bergara

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nova-elistar · 7 days

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Hazbin Hotel x Steven universe

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shiftythrifting · 1 month

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I found this one a while back, I thought I might be interesting

I found one of these recently too, nice.

#submission #thrifting #shiftythrifting #steven rhodes #savers had a couple and I was surprised they weren't bootlegs #shirts #demons

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crypticcodexcreations · 11 months

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First Meeting

So, I wrote something with the demon and the priest.

TW: vague, minor mentions of suicide in a way, horny demon who is not subtle about it

Thunder rolled as Oliver approached the small house. He noticed that the windows were dark and he didn’t see much sign that anyone was home. Steven’s parents had been sure that he would be here though, so he stepped up to the door, closing his umbrella and giving it a small shake to get the rain off before turning back to the door. Just as he was about to knock, it opened and he found himself face to face with who he assumed to be Steven.

“What?” As Steven spoke, Oliver noticed how disheveled he looked, hair unkempt and in sore need of a cut, hoodie rumpled.

“Hello Steven. I’m Father Oliver. Your parents were worried about you and asked me to come speak with you.” Steven sighed, then shrugged before turning back into the house.

“Alright. Not like I have anything better to do today.” Oliver stepped into the house, finding a spot to leave his umbrella and wiping his feet on the mat. Steven motioned to a couch nearby.

“Go ahead and sit I guess. I’m gonna get a beer, want one?” Oliver hesitated mid-step as the words left Steven’s mouth. Before he could answer, Steven chuckled. “Right. Priest. Too good to have fun.” Oliver sighed, deciding not to bother to respond to that as he finished his trip to the couch and sat down, the worn springs creaking slightly beneath his weight. He tried to gather his thoughts while Steven was in the kitchen.

From the way Steven’s parents had spoken about him, Oliver had expected someone around eighteen, just out on the own for the first time, not someone around his own age. He listened as the fridge shut, thunder rolling outside. When Steven came into the room he opened his mouth to speak only for the words to die on his tongue as lightning flashed and he saw the truth.

For that brief moment, he saw Steven’s eyes truly, a mismatched red and yellow, slit pupils studying him. He also saw the small red horns protruding from his black hair. He felt sick as he realized that this was not Steven. He was face to face with a demon.

The demon plopped down in a chair across from him, taking a long sip from the beer before raising an eyebrow.

“You gonna talk or what?” Oliver swallowed, deciding the best way to handle this was being direct.

“Where is Steven?” He flinched slightly as the demon laughed.

“You feeling ok, Father? I’m sitting right in front of you.” Oliver shook his head. He refused to drop this.

“I saw your eyes. You’re not Steven.” At that, the demon scowled, giving up a bit more quickly than Oliver had expected.

“Ugh, fine. I’m just using his body, ok? Back off.” Oliver tried to keep his breath steady.

“Give that young man his body back.” He hoped that he sounded strong, but he felt very small all of a sudden. The demon laughed at him.

“He doesn’t want it! Our deal was that he’d let me use it so long as he never has to come back! Now what next, Oliver?” As his name left the demon’s lips, he instinctively recoiled, frowning.

“Father Moriarty.” The demon snorted at his assertion, setting the beer on the small, worn coffee table between them.

“You said Oliver earlier.” Oliver glared, wishing that looks could kill in that moment.

“If you are going to address me, it will be as Father Moriarty. Vacate that body and return Steven.” His ultimatum only got him an annoyed glare.

“What didn’t you understand before? Steven is gone. He’s not coming back. He didn’t want to either. I told him this could be temporary, but he said no thanks! Get that through your thick skull, ok?” The demon stood, waving a hand casually as he spoke.

Oliver didn’t know what to expect next. He had never thought he would actually run into a demon. Oliver stood, trying to think clearly, silently begging the Lord to show him what to do as he closed the distanced between himself and the demon.

“You are not welcome here, demon. Now begone!” The demon froze at his words, staring at him wide eyed for a split second before screaming and sinking to the floor, screams turning to sobs. Oliver looked down, knowing that had to be too easy, but hoping anyways. What he hoped was Steven looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve sinned, Father. I’ve sinned so much, forgive me.” A part of Oliver worried it was all an act. But if it wasn’t, and he acted harshly, how could he forgive himself? Slowly, cautiously, he knelt down beside Steven, praying for a sign of what to do.

“It is alright. I am here for you.” Steven sniffled as Oliver spoke, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

“Thank you, Father.” He paused, seeming unsure. Oliver met his eyes, the original blue still, slowly starting to relax. He had seen the demon’s eyes before, so he hoped that if this were a trick he would see them again.

“Do you have a question?” Steven nodded, swallowing before he spoke.

“It’s just… Father is so formal… Can I-“ He cut off, trying to get his breathing back to normal before continuing. “Can I call you daddy?”

As he smirked, Oliver once again saw those demonic eyes, accompanied by sharp teeth. He recoiled so quickly that he fell over, slamming onto the floor.

“Absolutely not you foul creature!” The demon stood, cackling.

“You’re such a fool! You think you can get rid of me that easily? Look.” The laughter faded and the demon’s tone turned serious. “I’m just living here. I don’t even really wanna be here. It’s the other guys you’ve gotta worry about!” Oliver’s eyes widened at that.

“The others?” The demon chuckled, looking down at Oliver.

“Oops! Me and my big mouth! Now you’ll have to go hunt down the actual trouble makers! Man, I can’t believe I ended up helping you!” Oliver snarled, doing his best to get to his feet.

“Not before I get rid of you.” The demon groaned, dragging a palm down his face.

“Really? Look, Oliver, you did your best, now just tell the kid’s parents whatever will help you sleep at night and get off my back before I have to do something about it.” Oliver glared into the demon’s eyes.

“And what are you-“ Before he could finish and faster than any human should be able to move, the demon grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against a wall.

“You’re no match for me, Oliver, and as fun as being choked is, I don’t much like being the giving end. Now will you either put me in my place and make me scream or just get out of my face?” Oliver squirmed in the demon’s grip, realizing quickly that he wasn’t squeezing hard enough to completely cut off his air flow. The demon was toying with him. One hand tried futilely to pry the demon’s fingers away, while the other fumbled for his cross.

“I refuse, demon. You will return to Hell!” The demon laughed as Oliver failed to pull free from his grasp.

“Oh yeah? How-OW!” The demon howled in pain as the antique silver came into contact with his hand, reeling back and releasing Oliver. As the demon fell away from him, Oliver gasped for breath, rubbing his neck. It was only a few moments later that he realized his cross was gone. He looked to the demon, cradling his hand on the floor.

“What did you do?!” The demon stood slowly, holding out his hand where the shape of the cross was burned into the back of it.

“You bound me!” He sounded angry, but almost immediately grinned. “Guess that means you’re Master now~” He laughed, only to choke on his laughter when Oliver punched him in the face.

“What are you talking about, demon?” The demon sighed, annoyance seeping into his words.

“That cross was a binding relic. Didn’t think any existed anymore. I am now bound to do your bidding, within certain restrictions.” Oliver stared, eyes wide. He had a pact with a demon? That sounded ridiculous. Then again, if someone had told him this trip would become meeting a demon, that would have sounded ridiculous this morning. Still, he knew his first and only order.

“Return to Hell.” The demon shook his head, rolling his eyes.

“You need to break the binding to banish me. Don’t you know anything about the relic you were wearing around your neck?” Oliver glared, deciding to ignore the demon’s question.

“Then you are going to help me find a way to break it. But first you will help me purge the world of these others you mentioned.” The demon laughed, clearly disbelieving.

“You want to play demon hunter?” Oliver groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“The Lord has put me in this situation for a reason.” The demon sighed.

“I’m not getting laid, am I?”

#writing excerpts #Father Oliver Moriarty #Steven the Demon #Demon Hunting Demon WIP

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charlottan · 3 months

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