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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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I've been dreaming of the Unrivaled Beauty.

O’ Beautiful Queen, your loveliness is eternal and unchallenged.

Steal center stage, and the hearts of those who gaze upon you.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

War is as much of an art as it is a brazen display of brutality.

For Vil, every performance he gives is war. His weapons: skill, grace, beauty. All of it meant to charm the audience. No substitutions, it no stunt doubles.

Today is no different.

He kneels in the snow atop a corpse. Not a real dead man, but a dummy with an eerie amount of detail. It had been prepared by experts in the prop department, made to resemble his character's sworn enemy in the film.

Crimson blooms upon white robes marked with ancient runes. The collar and neckline are daring, plunging to reveal a generous amount of the bare skin of the chest to the elements. The hair, a tangled mess of glossy raven waves, sticking from the moisture to cold skin. The skin, pale blue with frost, the eyes cloudy orbs.

The mouth, stained red with the blood of countless innocents, no longer moves.

In this scene, the she-devil Snow White is dead, and he, heir to the Witch Queen, has slain her.

Without hesitation, he plunges his bare hand into the dummy’s chest, fishing out a model heart. It is covered in a mixture of corn syrup, food coloring, cocoa powder, and starch to simulate bodily fluids. The thickened liquid dribbles down his own pale hands, staining them.

Lifting his trophy into the air, a joyous, defiant sparkle in his eyes. A throaty cry erupts from him.

“With this, the Eternal Snow will be no more, and peace shall return to my realm!!”

Vil’s explosive laughter fills the mountain. The snow shakes, the land itself shudders in his presence.

He has won.

Finally, finally, finally.

A gruff man’s voice reaches him.

“CUT!!”

In an instant, the scene falls apart and reality sets in.

Cameramen tend to their equipment, prop managers and stylists exchange whispers. Special effects mages tamp down their snow spells. The illusion is stripped away, revealing a balmy day set against a backdrop of mountains.

Staff in scurry in, offering Vil towelettes and lotion to clean and moisturize his hands. He accepts them, then waves the staff off, one ferrying the fake heart.

“Bravo, Vil-kun, bravo!!” the director gushes. “I knew it was the right call to cast you as the hero for this film. There wasn’t a flaw in your acting, m’boy!!”

“Thank you, sir.” Vil bows to the older man, keeping his reply short and simple. “It is an honor to be a part of your masterfully written story."

It is the tale of a beautiful demon locked away in a glass coffin, freed from slumber and set upon the world to shroud it in never-ending winter… The tale of a selfless noble and her huntsmen that stands in opposition to her and her seven sniveling imp minions. A tale of two fates intertwining—the noble whose bloodline sealed the demon away, and the demon who vowed revenge on descendent of the Witch Queen.

Vil's eyes cannot stop themselves from sliding over to his co-star, who waits in the wings. His lifelong rival, Neige LeBlanche.

He is dressed similarly to the dummy that had been swapped in for his corpse. Red ruins his pristine white gown, and his hair is wild—but off-camera, Neige lacks the madness of the villain he plays. Neige smiles sweetly at the staff, giggles like an innocent schoolboy.

Vil fails to look away before Neige meets his eyes. He waves shyly, and, out of courtesy, Vil returns it.

“You've all been working very hard to bring my vision to life," the director happily booms. "Let's take a 30-minute break. Hydrate, grab some food, whatever. Actors, hair and makeup retouches before stepping back on set!"

There is a collective murmur of approval, feet shuffling for the refreshments table. A staff member offers Vil a spot in the donut line, but he politely declines.

"No thank you, I've prepared granola and a light fruit yogurt ahead of time. If you'll excuse me."

He peels away and heads for his trailer. Once Vil is shut away—a well-trained peacock stepping into his gilded cage—he produces his phone and reviews his jam-packed schedule: the film shoot, an interview with a popular variety show, modeling for a magazine cover, practicing for a stage play…

He, cast in the spotlight of hero in every single one.

You are the fairest of them all, Mira would robotically recite. All the social media websites and news outlets were talking nonstop about him, and he knows it.

It's the Age of Vil, his manager would joke. Isn't this great? You're demonstrating your range. This will definitely net you bigger and bigger opportunities in the future!

They’re finally recognizing you for your cuteness and goodness, his father would tell him. That’s my son! I knew everyone would come around eventually.

On any other day, he might have scoffed or dismissed their comments. Today, he simply smirks, silently pocketing his phone.

Vil passes a large vanity on his way to the mini-fridge. A glimpse of his reflection reveals the elaborate jewel-toned ensemble he is fitted for, the makeup that highlights the highest points of his face. Shining, commanding attention—just as any protagonist would.

He stands straighter, holds his chest higher. Proudly flaunting his feathers, his numerous accomplishments.

I've worked myself to the bone to reach this point. I've earned every little bit of this.

Retrieving his snacks, Vil makes to join the crew on their break. Even if Neige will be present as well, he grimaces.

A shadow invades his periphery.

Vil pauses at the doorway and looks back.

There, sitting on his vanity, was a bushel of roses the color of midnight. A black envelope embellished with gold accents is tucked among the petals.

His brows knit together. How odd--he is certain he hadn't seen that a second ago, nor had he heard anyone entering to drop it off while he was briefly at the fridge. How could he have missed such an obvious gift?

"Perhaps it's from the director or producer," he muses, plucking the envelope free and opening it.

Inside, there is, as suspected, a letter.

Same black paper, same gold embellishments.

To Schoenheit,

Please accept this humble offering from myself. It was a joy to watch you perform to your heart's content.

I was very moved by the experience. It is not often that I get to observe Man in all of its peaks and crests in such a short span of time.

I will continue to watch over you and support your dreams from the sidelines.

Sincerely,

M. D.

Initials in the place of a name? Vil turns the paper over, expecting more on the other side. It's unlike his fans to leave out their full identity. (Half of the time, they include a list of their social media handles and beg for a follow back.)

But alas, the back is blank and yields no answers.

He frowns, facing the words scrawled on the front of the square again. The cogs in his head turn, arriving at a single logical conclusion.

I only know of one possible M.D., but... Is he truly the type to send notes of this nature?

Vil toys with the idea in his head, just as he toys with the letter between his fingers. Ego rises and colors his lenses.

"Fufufu, it seems that even great mages such as he are not immune to my beauty and talent." Vil chuckles, exiting the trailer. His adoring fans await.

He's right about everything, and he doesn't realize how wrong he wants to be.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil Schoenheit #Neige LeBlanche #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst countdown #twisted wonderland countdown #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios #I've been dreaming...#book 5 spoilers #twst anni #twisted wonderland anni #twst anniversary #twisted wonderland anniversary

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drama-glob · 2 months

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Underneath It All

What if Ozzie first met Fizz in disguise and didn't reveal who he really was? Sadly, a lie like that doesn't last forever.

The smaller demon couldn’t help but blush a little as he chimed in with a touch of wistfulness, “Yeah, that’s the same feeling I’d get whenever I finish an act and the whole crowd is just cheering so loud I can’t even hear myself think.”

Oz gave a tender expression at the other’s words and gently wrapped an arm around him, “You’ll get to hear them again real soon Fizz. You’re so resilient, talented, cute, and sexy that all of Lust and even all of Hell will be singing your praises.”

Fizzarolli’s blush darkened as he leaned into the tall demon’s hold, always flattered that someone would say that about him. “Thanks Oz,” he simply said with a sigh. Then, before either of them realized it, they had arrived at Fizz’s door, creating a small bit of awkwardness that their sweet moment had to end. Oz reluctantly let go as traces of sadness peeked through the smile he offered his boyfriend, followed by leaning over and placing a heartfelt kiss on Fizz’s lips. Once they pulled away to breathe, the stretchy-limbed imp mirrored his boyfriend’s expression, but softly told him with a tired laugh, “Love you Fluff Butt.”

Giving a short snort in return, Oz teasingly replied, “Love you too Sweet Cheeks.” He proceeded to place another kiss on one of Fizz’s cheek circles, smiled warmly and finally started making the short distance to his bedroom, but made sure to keep his gaze on the other until he reached his door and went inside.

Fizzarolli watched his love enter his room, sighing sadly once he was gone before quietly whispering to himself, “Maybe tomorrow will be the day.” He then entered his dark quarters so he could finish getting ready for bed, unaware that Oz was saying the same thing from the other side of his door.

Here is the link on AO3:

@charsawdeath @enbydemirainbowbigfoot @pastaprincess @my-dark-lord @meandtheyeehaws @eldritch-horror-wannabe There is a chance you may shed a tear or two. ;_;

@lagomorphlady @knightinink I know you like my Fizzmodeus art/other posts about them, so please let me know if you want me to tag you with my fan fiction stuff too or not. No worries if you don't and I'll respect your wishes. Thank you. ^_^<3<3<3

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plumadot · 1 day

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*whispering shyly* …my favorite flavor of Plume art is Eefo… (And Mumbo and Grian)

And I think I'd definitely enjoy an Impulse or a Skizz… (No pressure to draw them, although I WOULD be interested in hearing your dnd au thoughts on them!)

Hope you're having a wonderful day! (I'm about to go take a break nap before continuing to cram schoolwork before the deadline tomorrow... am much tired...)

HMMMMMMMM i guess we need arcane trickster eefo soon then!!!!!!!!! :O i'm still thinking many thoughts about imp and skizz but i haven't decided yet so they may take more time!!! i've been researching fancy robes for wizard mumbo too hehehe

many thought with this au and they are all fresh and fun for me :D

have a nice nap 🥺 proud of you for working so hard!!! hope you get to take some real rest after that deadline...

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forestfairyunicorn · 9 months

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Huge thanks to @maireadralph for organizing yet another Zine event, and for this art piece, it was made to tribute my first ever Entrapdak fic, made just after season 4 aired.

Since the fic in the link is user-restricted, here is also the c/p for enjoyment

Rebooting: LUVD

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Post Season 4 ending. Spoilers in effect! Entrapta rescued "Hordak", but is it him? Inspired by my favourite Wall-E ending scene

“Hor-DAK!!!”

Entrapta’s voice cracked on the last syllable as she stared at the clone’s blank eyes, hands on his arms.

Physically, it was him. She recovered him from Prime’s other clones, she and the others got him back to her lab. She single-handedly, --she alone!-- got his armor running smoothly, the crystal back in his armor, deep purple amid dark grey.

He’s awake.

But not the same person.

He didn’t even recognize Imp. The little one was on Emily, silently crying and staring at Entrapta.

The clone repeated again, “I am Horde Alpha 24601. I live and serve Horde Prime. Who are you.”

The scientist just laughed. Watery, fighting tears. “A scientist and a failure, that’s what I am. And I don’t give up. I shouldn’t give up.”

She looked at him, tears shining. “You were cast out for being less than perfect. You were my lab partner.”

Entrapta leaned her head on his chest, directly below the crystal. “You were my friend. I believed that. I believed that imperfections are beautiful. I still do.” She whispered the last part as she moved away. Her hands moved down his arms, slowly leaving them, then stopped.

She felt something grip them. The clone’s hands held her fingers, gently, and increasing pressure. He whispered something. Entrapta glanced at his face, her eyes alight.

“You…are not…a f-failure.” The clone blinked twice, breathed twice, ears flicking up and down. He blinked again. Saw Entrapta.

Saw. Her.

He gasped, ears down, eyes widened, a tinge of red seeping in. “Entrapta?” he whispered softly.

“Hordak.” Entrapta grinned, tears flowing. Normally she’d have her mask down, but she can’t look away at this miracle.

Science has yet to explain miracles, but for now, she’ll believe in it.

His legs buckled, and he started to kneel. Entrapta guided him down, with her hair as support.

Both of them on their knees, hands grasping each other, until finally they came together at a hug. Soft laughter, incredulous, tears flowing freely.

“I,” Hordak spoke hoarsely. “I don’t remember much before.”

“That’s okay,” Entrapta nuzzled, “The crystal acts as a backup and a power source. Ingenious First Ones tech. Only flaw is that it has to be connected to you for memory logging and such.”

“Thank you,” Hordak moved to look into her eyes, oh her eyes, how he missed them. Her. “Please, tell me everything.”

She held his hand to her face, leaning into his touch. “It will take a long time, lab partner. And I’ll make a better one.”

He shook his head, a claw touching the crystal. “Imperfections are beautiful. We have time. I want to spend time, with you. If you’ll have me.”

Entrapta nodded, leaning forward. “Yes. We’re lab partners.”

Imp and Emily came closer, and Hordak smiled at Imp. That gesture unleashed Imp as he bounded at Hordak, screeching and chittering and rubbing his head against him. Emily wobbled closer, beeping joyously.

None of them registered the group when they came into the area. Overlapping voices. Shouts of “Yay! WOAH! What the heck? HEY! Go! Go go go go go!”

“Wait, are they kissing?” That was Scorpia. “GUYS LET’S LEAVE THEM ALONE, THEY’RE KISSING.”

At the corner of his eye, Hordak saw one of them double back to watch them, only for a large red claw to yank the figure back.

He doesn’t care one bit. He’s too busy staring into Entrapta’s eyes, and sighing at the wonders of this feeling, of love.

He is loved. So much.

#entrapdak #forry's art #entrapdak zine #spop

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love-minor-poltergeist · 2 years

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Um.. can I get jealous Devil and King Dice from the cuphead show?

A/N: Oh, Anon, you are playing a dangerous game here.

Jokes aside, this was a fun little challenge to work with. These versions of KD and the Devil are a stark contrast from their game counterparts, so hopefully I managed to capture their essence here! Also, I had run with the assumption that this had leaned towards a “x Reader” route. If you had wanted something else, feel free to shoot me a message to let me know!

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Jealous! King Dice hcs:

Jealousy is an emotion King Dice is all too intimate with.

However, he’s usually on the receiving end of it. Not that he could blame them. He’s a star; beautiful to admire, and just always out of reach. He’s handsome, charismatic, talented, etc. It wasn’t all uncommon for him to have men and women alike fawn over him, much to the ire of their lovers.

Not that he had cared, of course. To King Dice, it was nothing more than a game; a spectacle for him to sit back and observe, a wry smirk on his face as he struggles to fight back laughter. It’s simultaneously an ego boost and a power trip wrapped in a pretty green package.

The die has been doing it for so long that he had thought himself immune to it; completely confident that he’s the master of that old snake of jealousy.

….So why does watching you smile and laugh with another man in the crowd annoy him to no end?

Heat flooded Dice’s chest as he watched the man whisper something in your ear. You mutely gasp, playfully slapping at the stranger’s shoulder as you cover your mouth to hide your smile.

The sight is enough to make him falter. So much so that he had missed his cue, forcing him to cough into a gloved fist; scrambling to maintain a mask of professionalism. However, as he catches that mook turning over to you, eyes gleaming with mirth, King Dice felt his smile grow strained.

King Dice fights to continue on as normal, desperate to ignore the ever growing tightness in his chest. His gaze trails back towards you periodically, the pressure in his chest growing worse as he fights against the urge to mean mug the guy next to you.

No, he isn’t jealous, Dice silently tells himself. He just doesn’t like the look of that sleazebag near you. Not to mention that he’s the one hosting this game show– your eyes should be on him.

It doesn’t take long for King Dice to eventually snap and invite the stranger flirting with you to come roll the dice.

Once he does, the usual banter Dice has with guests becomes barbed. So much so that the audience can’t tell if the die’s remarks are genuine. The moment the poor sap successfully got past the final round, King Dice didn’t hesitate to shove him towards the “prize” room.

Perhaps it’s childish of him to behave this way. This wasn’t very becoming for a man of his caliber; cool and collected with the dry wit to back it up.

Not that King Dice had actually cared about that. He’s too drunk off the satisfaction of seeing the hollow shell of that little shit out in the alleyways.

Whenever he’s confronted about it, however, Dice tries to shrug it off. He’s quick to lay down the charm– desperate to find a way to talk his way out of it. He’d die of embarrassment if you ever found out.

Jealous! Devil Hcs:

Throughout history and countless works of art, the Devil was considered the embodiment of sin. Pride, wrath, greed– you name it. The demon is all too familiar with it. So, naturally, it’s safe to assume envy could be found in his repertoire.

Much like his right hand man, the Devil, too, thought himself above trivial jealousy. He’s the Devil– king of the underworld and is equipped with all the magic and power anyone could ever want. There’s nothing he could ever get jealous about.

And if he is– no he isn’t. He’ll deny, deny, deny until he’s blue in the face. Then the demon would go brood in his office, a cigar in hand while he silently glares at the wall; ears occasionally twitching in annoyance.

Any imps on duty are quick to steer clear and lay low. Even if their hands ache and their eyes burn in their overworked state, they’ll happily endure it for another century if it meant that they could avoid the wrath of the Devil.

Unlike King Dice, however, the demon has zero qualms about lashing out. If his loyal right hand wasn’t safe, then heaven forbid what’d happen if someone dared try to steal you away from him.

Your lover is a possessive man. If he had it his way, he’d keep you in a gilded cage for him alone. However, as vile he is, the demon isn’t without his reasons. A small yet vocal part of him is afraid. Afraid that you’d one day leave him for someone else.

He is not any easy man to love, neither was he kind. And yet being with you has coaxed out the softer, squishier parts of his soul; baring them for you to embrace or break. The Devil wouldn’t dare say it aloud, but he’d be distraught if he ever lost you.

So when that green-eyed monster called jealousy rears its ugly ahead, the Devil is ready to stake his claim on you. At first, he’ll attempt to be subtle about it. He’ll loom behind you, fur bristled and glaring daggers at the poor soul you’re talking to. Whenever you turn around, the demon would look away– half-heartedly pretending to look disinterested while his tail snakes itself around your leg.

However, the minute your unwanted suitor grows bolder, all bets are off. Flames engulf the scene as panicked bystanders scatter like mice. You arrive to find your lover pinning the poor sod to the wall, the prongs of his trident dangerously close to their neck.

By the time you’ve gotten him to calm down, the Devil’s already stolen their soul and is ready to drag you to his office caveman style. Once you’re alone together, the demon becomes clingy and broody as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck; clutching onto you tightly, afraid you would disappear.

Please cuddle and reassure that you love this prideful man… He genuinely needs it.

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#my writing #requests #cuphead dont deal with the devil #the cuphead show #cuphead show #x reader #reader insert #cuphead #king dice x reader #king dice headcanons #the devil cuphead #the devil x reader

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ramblingsofafanatic · 11 months

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Is That All You've Got?

Bahryn Fest is here!! Here's some art and fic of Kallus and Zeb as force users!

Word Count: 782

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb Orrelios

Warnings: None.

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Fic under the cut:

"Who the hell is that?" Zeb asks as they duck behind a crate.

"Why would I know?!" Kanan asks.

"It was a general question!" Zeb responds with an eye roll before ducking up to pick off a couple stormtroopers advancing in their direction. He’s not stupid enough to try and shoot the imp with a lightsaber.

“That’s it, I’m going.” Ezra says before he jumps out from behind his crate an ignites his lightsaber.

“That kids gonna get himself killed.” Kanan says before jumping out and igniting his own lightsaber.

“You’re both gonna get all of us killed” Zeb says as he hops over and ignites his lightsaber as well.

“Three Jedi?!” A stormtrooper yells.

“Finally, a real challenge.” The pompous imp says with a smirk.

“I hate that guy already.” Zeb says.

“Seconded.” Kanan says as he and Ezra branch off to take on the new platoons of stormtroopers.

“Lasat, face me!” The guy says as he picks up on the Spectres plans.

“And who are you?” Zeb asks as he advances.

“Inquisitor Kallus,” He answers as he easily deflects Zeb’s lunge, “is that all you’ve got?” he adds on as he deflects another blow. Zeb tries to breathe through his anger, but unlike Kanan he didn’t have any fancy Jedi training, so he’s still trying to catch up. It distracts him enough that Kallus almost gets him, if it wasn’t for Ezra swooping in to help Zeb would have probably been killed. It sobers him up, and later in the Ghost, he asks Kanan if they can up the training. He will not be another lasat added to that inquisitor’s kill list.

“You finished your new lightsaber I see,” Zeb says as he enters their room on base, he just got back from a mission and was looking forward to being with Kal in person again, not some grainy holo. Kallus straightens up from where he was slumped over a datapad on the bed and follows Zeb’s gaze to the new saber sitting on the desk.

“I did.” Kallus answers slowly.

“What colour is it now?” Zeb asks as he picks it up and moves to sit next to Kal.

“I don’t know.” Kallus says.

“What do you mean ya don’t know?” Zeb asks.

“I mean, I don’t know,” Kallus repeats.

“You found the Kyber and built the entire saber without looking at the crystal?”

“Yes.” Kal says shifting uncomfortably, avoiding Zeb’s gaze.

“Why?” He asks, trying to push ease and comfort over their bond. Kallus just shrugs. “Ya gotta look at it at some point y’know.” He adds.

“You think I don’t know that!” Kal bites out before freezing as he feels Zeb shock through their bond. Zeb watches as Kal goes through calming exercises in his head. He can feel the turmoil Kal is putting out in the force, and it’s starting to worry him.

“What if it’s red?” Kallus asks quietly, if it wasn’t for Zeb’s good hearing he probably wouldn’t have heard it. Everything clicks into place for Zeb as he understands.

“Is that all ya got? You’re worried it might be red?”

“Yea, I mean-”

“It’s not gonna be red.” Zeb cuts him off.

“But-”

“Kal,” Zeb cuts him off again before he can argue, placing Kal’s saber into his hands before grabbing his face and gently nudging it so he can look into the human’s eyes. “Let’s say it is red then. Not that it will be. But if it is, it doesn’t matter, you’ll still be Kal, I’ll still love you.”

“Garazeb,” Kal whispers before leaning in for a kiss, calming instantly at the familiar feeling of the lasat’s lips on his own. Zeb hums and returns the kiss for a second before moving to rub their cheeks together.

“Now, you gonna ignite it?” Zeb asks as they pull back.

“You do it,” Kal says, trying to push the saber into Zeb’s hands.

“Nu uh, you gotta do this Kal, it’s your saber.” Zeb says. Kal sighs and shifts to hold the saber away from them so he can ignite it safely. Zeb tries his hardest to push encouragement through their bond, he watches as Kal closes his eyes before pressing forward on the switch. A brilliant blue lights up their surroundings and Zeb nudges for Kal to open his eyes. He smiles as he sees Kal gasp softly.

“Blue, my… my first one was blue, I never expected to see that colour again,” He whispers, staring down at his saber.

“Told ya, not red.” Zeb says with a grin.

“Shut up,” Kallus says with an eyeroll.

“Make me.” Zeb challenges, and it seems like Kallus isn’t willing to let that challenge go unanswered.

#kalluzeb #art #writing #bahryn fest 2023 #bahrynfest #bahrynfest2023

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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Pierced my heart part 1

* So, if you guys like this, I will make a part 2. If not meh, it will forever remain unknown*

For as long as anyone in hell could remember, the Barbatos clan had always been a prideful bunch. A skillful clan of archers. Their arrows never missing their targets.

What many demons didn't know, however, were the many secrets hidden within the forests of their territory. For example; the tribe Hum-in-oda. They were a tribe of savage demons that lived deep in the forest boundaries.

The Barbatos only knew a few things about the tribe themselves. 1. They never used their wings at all... it seemed to be some kind of taboo of sorts. 2. They never remove their masks, which are carved from the bones of their prey. 3. They were skilled in stealth as well as the art of trapping. The traps they set were clever and always well placed.

It was often said that once in a while, a foolish child of the clan would wander to close to the tribes territory. They would never be seen again. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the arrogant ones or, in Robin's case, persistent.

Why was Robin constantly at the edge of the boundary? Well, the idiot himself would tell anyone that asked. Love. Love is what had him constantly going back and placing his life on the line just to catch a glimpse of you.

How did it all start? Well, it started a few months back to when he first met you. The day you held a knife to his throat.

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It started out as an average day. He was just training with his arrows, nothing unusual. He was rather close to the tribes territory though. Maybe 200, no 300 yards away.

So he might have gotten a little distracted by chasing down his prey rather than paying attention to when he had crossed that invisible line. Ok, more than a little. But he couldn't help it he was just so focused on catching it that he forgot where he was heading.

He got maybe 4 steps in before he felt the wind being knocked out of him. He was so surprised he dropped his bow as you both went tumbling into the thickets. And there you were, straddling him and pointing a knife at his throat. Trying to look menacing.

It was love at first sight. How could it not be with the pounding feeling inside his chest. His bright green eyes locked onto your own feral ones. In that moment, he was at a loss for words.

Even as you held a blade to his throat, he didn't panic. Your wild hair framed your face as you gazed down at him. Your breathing was erratic, chest heaving heavily.

Your mask laying haphazardly across your neck. You didn't seem to realize it had been knocked out of place. "You're so beautiful..." He whispered in awe.

Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly narrowed them again. Growling, you bared your teeth at him while pressing the blade closer against his bare skin. Devi, how could you be so perfect?

"You should have stayed on your side. Barbatos, don't blame me for what's about to happen." You hissed darkly. Pressing one hand into his shoulder to keep him pinned. "Not at all. In fact, I'm so glad I crossed if it means you're the last thing I see!" He replied cheerfully.

You froze, giving him a quizzical glance. A face that screamed, 'What the hell is wrong with you?' "Were you dropped on your head as a child?" You asked. Not easing you grip in the slightest.

"I don't think so, but I did use to get hit on the head a lot during training!" Your fingers twitched. "Shouldn't you be fighting back or something?" You snapped in irritation. "Oh, right!" He grabbed your hips and rolled.

Now you were pinned to the forest floor, staring up at the excited demon. Who looked perfectly happy even though you still had a knife to his neck. "My name's Robin, Robin Bars!"

You gave him a flat look. "Do you always introduce yourself to the ones who try to kill you?" He tilted his head in thought. "But if you really wanted to kill me, you would have done it way earlier."

You slowly blinked at the grinning imp. Cheeky thing, wasn't he? Pulling the blade away from his neck, you adjusted your grip on the handle. "See I tol-" You slammed the butt of the handle against his head.

In his momentary daze, you pulled your mask back on and scrambled away. Putting distance between you both. He shook his head and smiled brightly. You were thinking he was deranged at this point.

You took off deeper into your territory. "Hey! Wait! I never got your name!" You heard him call after you. You hid in the cover of the trees, waiting for him to leave.

The elders would be so upset you didn't kill him immediately.... but that was the first time anyone had ever called you beautiful. You blushed at the thought. "Hey!" He called again. You held your breath. 'Just go away.' You thought.

'Go away before someone else hears you.' "I'm gonna go home real fast! But I'll be back tomorrow, ok?" 'No, no, no, just go away and don't come back!' Your mind screams. 'Stupid demon!'

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"Chief! President!" Robin called as he slid into the room. "Ah, there you are, boy. we were about to send a search party out for you." Joked the president, taping the little green demon on the head with his pipe.

Robin huffed. "Listen! It's super important!" Chief chuckled as he sat back. And the president tilted his head in thought. "Oh? Then speak up." They watched the young demon vibrate in place. As if he would explode.

"I am in love!" Both demons stared at the younger one in silence. "They're super fast. I didn't see them coming then, wham! I drop my bow, and I'm on the ground! They had the knife right here-"

"Hold it! Did someone get the drop on you?" Chief asked. "Who dares to hold a knife to one of my clan members!" Snarled president. "Shush!" Robin scolded. "Anyway, that's when their mask falls off, and they have the prettiest eyes."

"Mask????" They both asked. "Yes, anyway. Their so cute! They didn't want to hurt me. I think they were trying to scare me. But anyway-" "YOU CROSSED THE BOARDER???!!!???" The pair screamed.

"Well, technically, yes, but I didn't get far." Twin fists struck at the same time. "Ow," Robin whined. "Wait, how are you still alive?" President asked as Robin rubbed his head. "Eh? I'm not sure, but I didn't get their name, so I'm going back tomorrow."

"WHY???!!!??" "Well how else am I going to ask them to marry me if I don't have their name?" This time, he dodges the attacks. "You moron!"

He smiled brightly. "If you saw them, you'd understand. It's as if they pierced my heart." He rubbed his chest. The aching feeling he had since he left wouldn't go away. He really couldn't wait to see you again.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #robin sensei #robin bars #robin bars x reader

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HMS Art Masterpost 💜💛

(In chronological order!)

This will be updated with each new piece made.

First Page

Old Doodles

Night Terrors

Formal Outfit

This Is Fine

Cucco

Fic Doodles

Old Sketch

Archery

Artist Outfits

Twili AU

Gerudo Town

Mask Sorting

Reigen

Realism Sketch Page Attempt

Meow Meow

Can't Stop Majora If You're Dead

Who's The Imp, Now?

Heatstroke Idiot

Aesthetic

Kitty Pile

10" Difference

Art Class

Too Much Faith

Octoling

Second Wind

Back Stretch

*Ace Beam Activates*

The Perfect Ingredient

Zora Mask

Spider-Man

Lineless Palette W/ Ekubo

Flower Pencil Sketch

Last Customers of the Day

DRAMA Realism Sketch

damn, u good??

Burnout sketches

Overgrown

Whispers of The Wild design

Cheesin'

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Toon Quest

Chapter 13: High Line Cliff (Sneak Peek)

“There you go..” Joey placed the thin slices of raw meat onto the floor, holding the tweezers, which were pinching the meat. Away from him as if he were too afraid to get any closer, the creature on the floor—or rather in the cardboard box, halted in its frantic sniffing and grunting before his head snapped to the meat that plopped on the ground. Joey glanced down into the box before he slowly turned his head over to the machine that sat on the wooden floor, ink dripping from its nozzle. The heat radiated from the machine, clearly the power was cut as it seemed to have used too much power to create the creature..well..more so..not create but transport.

“Magnificent..” Joey whispered. He placed his ink stained palms on his shirt to wipe away the rest of the ink residue as he walked over to his cluttered desk, moving away the plethora of scattered paper across the desk—line art of the sketch of the machine, and paperwork upon paperwork that he still had to finish.

Soon he had found the finalized sketch of the machine. Scanning it, and mentally taking it apart to see what went wrong.

“Joey—what was that noise?” The sound of Henry’s voice entered his ears as he heard the office door slowly creaking open, Henry wandered in with a confused expression, Joey was still looking down at the papers.

“A revelation.” Joey said he then quickly turns around and looks at Henry. Henry raised an eyebrow before his eyes flickered over to the box that had moved suddenly, as if something inside shoved against it.

“What is that..?” Henry asks.

“The machine.” Joey looks at Henry and then back at the box as he quickly ushered over to it in amazement. “It created this.” Joey said, he gently tipped over the box with his shoe and the cardboard box tipped over and out rolled a black figure, which could resemble the size of a bear cub, it landed flat on its stomach—the creature appeared to be that of an imp from Henry’s eyes. Henry blinked owlishly and opened his mouth. “What—“

“I don’t know what it is—the machine created it—it was—it—“ Joey frantically rambled like a mad man and Henry slowly closed the door behind him. The creature lifted its head and opened its eyes, two onyx colored eyes opening to gaze up at the two men. A quiet croak coming from the creature's mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Joey..” Henry slowly squinted his eyes and was about to go on a rant that Joey speculated but Joey only quickly reaches his arms out to pause Henry.

“No! Really, it just came from the machine, I was just messing with a few things on the machine and then it just plopped right out.” He explained. Henry’s eyes were still glued on the creature. It didn’t even really have a form, it was just a blob of ink that seemed to be melted on the floor. When it lifted its head. He could see black pie cut eyes gazing up at him.

“We gotta give it a name.” Joey pipes up. And Henry furrowed his eyebrows and quickly snapped his head to Joey. “A name? Are you joking? We can’t keep this thing, we don’t even know what it is.” He omits that idea the second it was out there.

“Well what do you expect to do? Just toss it outside and call it a day? I still gotta get this machine fixed and lord knows how many more of these things it might pop out.” Joey turns to look back at the ink machine—that had ultimately been shut off after the small blob of ink dropped out of the nozzle.

Henry sighs and rubs his forehead. “What even is it..?” He grumbled. Joey just glanced at him and shrugged. “Dunno. Looks like a toon though.” He said carelessly.

“Sure. Because whenever do toons just randomly appear out of thin air from a machine.” Henry says sarcastically. Joey’s eyes flickered to him.

“I mean. They came up with the storks, who am I kidding?”

Henry closed his eyes and sighs. “Joey? We’re set back, we don’t have anything else to animate, we don’t have any ideas, and you’re in here tinkering with a machine that—just—“ he motions to the creature on the ground. “Apparently it just creates things! What did you even put in that thing? This is impossible, and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal in some way, I mean—come on. You got some toon DNA in there or something?”

Joey furrowed his eyebrows at that absurd and inappropriate accusation. “What? No! I don’t even know what I did. I just placed the ink in here and started up the machine and it started to heat up and almost exploded this room, and then the next thing I know that thing popped out of it.” He explains for the hundredth time.

“Can’t just toss it out either, it’ll starve to death—and it’s sentient.”

Henry slowly looks at Joey. “Then what are you gonna do, we need to be focusing on how we can get an idea out to the board to stay in business Joey, we’re not running an orphanage.” As he spoke. Joey’s expression slowly lights up as if having an idea.

“Bendy.” He says.

“What?” Henry furrowed his eyebrows.

“His name. Is Bendy.”

“Now..where the hell..” Slicer stared at the ocean line. The waves crashing onto the shore as if it were running away from the great unknown. Slicer’s eyes gazing upon the ocean.

“Well clearly they went to the offlands, but—where is it?” Bettigan asks. Abel had her standing beside Slicer, who had yet to reply. His head moves over to look at Pib, who was staring out into the ocean. “Pib.” He calls out. Pib turns their head and looks at Abel, signaling that they were listening to him.

Abel nods and Pib reaches a hand up to the top of their head and tugs a strand of hair from their head. The thin strand danced in the wind like a flickering flame, Pib fists it in their hand, the yellow glowing from their fist emits, a golden yellow lightly falls from their grasps like a fog of smoke spilling from a container, but it trails down the sand and to the shore, creating a line—navigating them. Pib stares out in the ocean and glances over to Slicer who was already looking at them. “Alright.” Slicer nods and then looks over to Abel who nods.

“Are we leaving now?” Slicer asks. Bettigan shrugs before looking away from the ocean. “I say it’ll be good to leave now.” He points out.

Mangosteen deadpans. “Oh yeah..and how are we going to get there exactly? Last I check, none of us have a boat—and none of us knows how to sail.” He points out.

“You stupid idiot there’s a trail right here.” Bettigan points to the ocean where the golden line was leading them far off into the distance. As Mangosteen and Bettigan went back and forth Slicer rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly.

“Do we have to travel with these two?” Slicer asks Abel, he then nods. “Yes, we do.”

Slicer cursed under her breath and started walking off back to the docks. “I’ll get the boat—dammit.” She huffs.

“Oh come on, we’re not that bad.” Bettigan calls out as he follows after her, Mango following after. Pib looks away from the ocean, their head slowly turning to look at Abel. He saw Pib raise their hands to motion, clearly speaking to him.

‘What is this place?’ They ask. Abel looks back off to the ocean and back to Pib—who he was certain was referring to the Offlands.

“It’s an island towards the Atlantic. Off of the grid as what people say around here.” He starts. Pib didn’t say anything other than stare off into the wide never ending serene nature of the ocean.

Abel looks away from Pib and nods slowly. “Control yourself.” He speaks up.

“Your views on things have been shadowed—in which it would be smart to—“ He was cut off by Pib’s footsteps walking away from him—clearly not wanting to hear whatever he was going to say. Abel sighed through his nose and shook his head. Pib turns their head and looks at Abel before motioning something with their hands.

‘I am aware of what I do’ before they walked off once more to help Slicer with the boat. Abel watches for a moment before slowly shaking his head and bringing a hand up to rub his temple.

Y/n sat near the lake, watching the fishes swim in the water, the trees rustling in the background as the wind danced in the air.

“Oh jeez, poor kid.” Meek says as he tilts his head and stares at the girl sitting near the lake. Ruck was sitting on a rock as Don was standing next to Ruck.

“Just give her some time, I’m certain she’ll bounce back.” Don says and Ruck nods slowly, agreeing.

“Well I know that.” Meek turns his head and looks at the two. “I hadn’t seen her this upset.” He says and Don rolls his eyes. “You only knew her for about 3 days.”

“Does that matter?”

“Meek, shut the hell up—“

As Meek and Don bantered in the background, Ruck slowly shook his head at their light argument. He stood up before walking over to Y/n.

“You feeling alright, kid?” He asks. Y/n looks away from the water and turns her head and looks at Ruck. “Yeah, I’m good.” She replied. She cleared her throat and rolled her shoulders. “Never better,” she tried to make her voice deeper as if to appear to be more serious or perhaps not hide the fact that she hadn’t spoken in about several hours now.

“Well go wander around, get some fresh air.” Ruck tells her and Y/n glances at him. She hadn’t really done much rather than just sit and watch the fishes in the water—honestly she’d much rather do that as it seemed for the last several days she had just been up and on her feet doing several strenuous activities. And lord forbid tomorrow was surely going to put her through it, not that she really felt like thinking about it. The good side was that she was qualified. Hooray..

“I’d rather drown myself before I show myself back in that town.” She stands up and dusts her pants and Ruck shrugs. “Ya’ win some, you lose some, who cares. You had a minor setback, damn resilient if you ask me.”

Y/n stared at him for a moment before shrugging slowly. “I mean not to toot my own horn—but I know a trick or two.” She puffs her chest out and Ruck’s eyes twitch as he tries not to squint his eyes. “Alright, really. Go get some fresh air, pretty sure there’s tons of stuff to do around town.” Placing a hand on the back of her head he gently pushes her towards the trail to head back to town. “Go on now,”

“I honestly can’t find a lick of nothing to do.” Cuphead was busy reaching up to a branch to take an apple from it as he spoke. Donald sat next to Y/n on the bench, Lucy and Bendy, as always weren’t there. Doing whatever it was that was more important than sitting around—well, for Lucy that is.

“As long as it’s not catching chickens again. I think anything would be better than that.” Donald deadpans—which Y/n agreed, she’d much rather not run around the town catching chickens or even just running errands in general. Usually at times like these, she’d just be in her room sleeping away or finding something to entertain herself with—but there was no home right now—and certainly everything she’d have to entertain herself isn’t in her reach, just the outside world, nature and bugs…and dirt.

“We can always just go swimming, you guys act like there isn’t much to do.” Cuphead shrugs—out of everyone—Cuphead would find many things to do to pass the time.

“I’d rather not.” Y/n expressed and Cuphead raised an eyebrow. Who doesn't want to go swimming?

“No swimmin? Pft. Whateva.” He shrugs and turns back to the tree. Oswald was silently sitting on the bench as he was fiddling with something in his hands—which appeared to be a shade of purple.

“Since you guys are rejecting every idea I bring up, you got a better idea?” Cuphead then glanced at Donald. Who only gave him a blank expression and raised an eyebrow. Best not butt heads with Donald. He then looks at Panchito. “You?”

“Me?” Panchito tilted his head and Cuphead rolled his eyes and glanced at Oswald. “What about you?”

Oswald looks away from the flower in his hand and returns eye contact with Cuphead. “No.” He says. Felix was with Mugman at the time so he wasn’t sitting near the bench.

“Well then, it ain’t like somethin’ interesting’ll happen outta nowhere. I gave plenty of fun ideas to do, and you all said no!” Cuphead drops the apple and crossed his arms.

“You wanted to go skydiving. Without a parachute.” Donald squints his eyes.

“And go feed fishes to alligators near the lake down north from here.” Panchito adds.

Cuphead was silent for a while and slowly nodded. “I never said they were safe ideas..”

“Guys look!”

Y/n looks over to see Mugman and Felix walking over, Mugman was holding a beige poster in his hands, with a giddy expression like a kid finding a new toy.

“What is it?” Panchito asks. Mugman places the poster on the table, Y/n slightly leans forward to take a glance at it, as well as everyone else.

‘Come join for fun! At the Amazing Circus!’

It was a circus poster!

The colors of black and red, it didn’t have much to really show other than the words, and the location. Which said, ‘near the barrens’—wherever that was.

“Oh! I’ve never been to a circus before!” Panchito perks up with interest, something to do that wasn’t walking around the parameters of the woods and scouting out for bugs and rocks to pass the time. Mugman looks at Panchito and smiles, agreeing with him.

“Yeah! Besides.” Mugman looks at Y/n. “This could be a good time for you to sit back and relax before your big day tomorrow.”

Y/n huffs. “Yeah that.” She muttered. Not that she wasn’t excited for tomorrow, well she wasn’t. But she wasn’t entirely looking forward to it either but she didn’t really have a choice, made it too far to back out now.

“Oh cheer up, we can go to—“ Mugman looks at Cuphead who has an expression on his face. “…”

“Right.” Mugman said. Donald snorts. “What, scared of clowns or something?” Donald laughs and nudges Cuphead who only gives him a side eye and shudders.

“Me? No.” Cuphead huffs and shrugs his shoulders as if playing it cool. His eyes flickered back to Donald as if checking to see he was still looking at him, which he was. Which caused his eyes to quickly flicker away.

“Interesting.” Donald says but Cuphead huffs and rolls his eyes. “Shut up, dammit.” Which caused Donald to laugh.

“Oh I’m sure there shouldn’t be anything bad here.” Mugman takes the paper and clutched it to his chest with a wide smile—Oswald reached over and gently takes the paper with a quiet; ‘let me see that.’

Mugman then holds his hand out to Cuphead and cooes. “You want me to hold your hand.” He cooes as if talking to a baby. Cuphead deadpans.

“Well I say we go. It’s not like there’s not much to do anyway.” Donald stands up from the bench and Panchito follows after. Which, Y/n had to agree. Who wouldn’t want to see a circus. Well—Cuphead might fight that opinion.

Oswald had been examining the paper before standing up as well and handing the poster back to Mugman who took it back.

“Sure, sure. Fine. Sure. Let’s go see, clowns and hula girls toss themselves through a ring of fire.” Cuphead says as he walks past everyone—not like he knew where the circus was to begin with. Mugman smiles and starts walking ahead as well. “C’mon!”

Y/n stared at the tent ahead, turns out the Barrens wasn’t near the forest, but it was the name of the town's square. There was a ticket booth with—

“Oh man.” Y/n groans. The lines reached far and far and far! It’ll take ages to even get a ticket.

“Oh well—looks like we can’t go.” Cuphead says before he quickly turns around to walk the opposite way. Felix grabs him by his handle and gives him a silent look.

“We can still wait in line.” Felix looks at the line—which reached near a store that was around the corner of the town—no doubt that was about a 2 hour wait just to get a ticket. Y/n stared at the line and looked back at Felix.

“Yeah, and it’ll take all day to get even inside.” She says.

“It’s not like we have anything better to do.” Donald says and starts walking over to the end of the line. He planned on clearly standing in line, Oswald shrugs and walks after Donald.

Y/n looks at Mugman who was watching the two walk towards the end of the line. His eyes quickly flickered to her and back to the two walking off until he registered she was looking at him before he quickly looked back at her and smiled nervously. “Oh come on, it’ll feel like a walk through the park!” He takes her wrist and over to the others. And that was the start of this small journey of trying to even get inside the circus.

30 Minutes Later

Y/n was laying on the ground as she stared up at the sky. The blue canvas with its fluffy white clouds staring back at her defeated form.

Panchito was busy balancing a stick in his finger. “You know, the waiting part isn’t so bad!” Panchito smiled. Cuphead was leaning on the wooden fence that was the queue of the line. He blinks and looks at Panchito.

“Honestly I don’t think he ever gets tired or bored of anything.” Cuphead voiced Panchito. Donald shakes his head. “He doesn't.” Donald said, watching Panchito who ditched the stick and was now examining the Rollie pollies that were wandering near Y/n’s feet.

“Must be a blessing.” Cuphead grumbled.

30 Minutes Later

“Ow! Hey, I won that fair and square.” Mugman whines, he rubs his arm that Cuphead punched as his reward for winning. Cuphead raised an eyebrow. “No you didn’t. I knocked over that water cup with the rock—“

“No you didn’t, that was my shot!”

“Well your cup looks too similar to mines—“

“They’re all the same cups you nitwit!!”

Felix’s sighs as his ears twitch at the amount of shouting coming from the two. “Guys.” He glanced at them. “Please.”

Cuphead huffs. “Fine, fine. Whatever.” He tossed the small rock over his shoulder. Which it hits the head of a tall dog toon. The rock bounced from his head and back down and fell into Cuphead’s head. Cuphead grunts and furrows his eyebrows before he lifts a head and digs inside his head and pulls out the rock, water dripping from the rock from—whatever substance was in his head.

Cuphead looks over his shoulder and then turns around sees the Doberman toon glaring down at him, snarling. The toon cracks his knuckles and the rest was explanatory.

10 Minutes Later

Cuphead held a hand to his left eye—that he clearly got socked in. “He better be lucky I didn’t blast his head off.” Cuphead grumbled. The toon left the line after a rock hitting his head but that didn’t mean he didn’t get his hit back. And that cost Cuphead a now black eye. Mugman slowly shakes his head.

“Told you not to throw that rock—“

“Shut up, Mugman.”

Y/n was busy watching a butterfly land on the wooden fence. Its orange wings opened and closed as it sat there. Enjoying the rays of the sun on it. Soon a nose appeared in her vision. Spunk’s nose.

The butterfly flies away at the sudden motion of Spunk leaning up on the wooden fence to sniff at the butterfly. Y/n gently place a hand on Spunk’s head and rubs his head.

“Seems like there’s limited tickets.” Panchito walks over—holding a cotton candy cone—which he just wandered off to find something to eat.

“What?” Y/n asks.

“Limited tickets. A shame it would be sold out by the time we are in infront of the ticket lender.” He says. Y/n groans. “Great.” She says.

“I just want to see a circus act—“ She rubs her temple and Cuphead glanced at her.

“Oh. Don’t worry your head. I can get us up there in front of the line before you can say, honeysuckle bushes.” Cuphead says and pushes himself off the fence. Felix blinks. “Now Cuphead—“.

“Too late, already in motion!” Cuphead shouts as he starts to march off.

“What is he doing?” Oswald says and Felix slowly shakes his head. “I don’t know but surely it’s something.”

Cuphead walks over to a little girl who was busy standing in line licking her lollipop. The family of 4 was waiting in line to get tickets but was ultimately clearly getting tired of standing in line. Cuphead cracks his knuckles. “Oh yeah. Been waitin’ for this one.” He smiles and stops next to the kid and kneels down to her height and smiles.

The kid looks at him and then Cuphead slaps the lollipop from her hands. It falls onto the ground, hitting the dirt. The kid looks down at the lost candy and Cuphead stands back up and places his hands in his pants pockets before walking off, and the kid watches him walk away before looking at the lollipop before she tears up and starts to cry.

Cuphead walks back over to the group and leans on the fence. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Cuphead. “Cuphead, why would you do that—“ she was cut off by him lifting a finger and hushing her. “Shh, hush. Watch.” He points back ahead. Looking back ahead, the father of the family picks up the child and the four walk out of line, mostly to go find another lollipop for the now crying child. And now—a free spot. Ahead.

Donald looks at Cuphead and Cuphead grins. “Call me a genius, I know.” Cuphead boasts.

And that was what the last hour was spent, Cuphead magically finding ways to kick people out of line. Either accidentally spilling water on their clothes, cutting the string to their balloon so they could go get another one, or just pretending he was about to barf so they could get out of the way, and frankly..it worked. They were making it up to the front faster by the minute. What was about 2 hours of waiting got cut down to little under 40 minutes.

“Oh man, I just got these shoes!” Said the boy as he stomped his feet, mud covering the nice brown boots—man..that’s horrible.

“Sorry, man.” Cuphead shrugs as he drops the glop of mud he was holding in his hands. The boy sighs and gets out of line. Revealing the ticket booth lender. A goat toon who was leaning his arm on the table as he was busy looking at his hooves as if looking at nails.

“Finally.” Y/n sighs in relief. She thought she’d never see this day!

“You know I was going to say your plan was stupid.” Oswald tells Cuphead. Cuphead was busy dusting his hands off from the mud and chuckled. “I got brains.” He said as they walked towards the ticket booth.

Y/n happily slams her hands on the table and the goat toon flinches and quickly looks at her and furrowed his eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if—“

Oswald quickly looks at Donald, his ears peeking up. “No!—“ he quickly tried to stop Donald but it was too late.

“The tickets were sold out.” Donald says. Oswald quickly placed a hand on Donald’s beak and furrowed his eyebrows. “You idiot! Why would you say that—“

“What's wrong?” Panchito tilts his head.

“Seven tickets please!” Y/n smiled at the ticket lender and placed her hands together excitedly.

“We’re sold out, kid.” The ticket lender says with a nonchalant expression. Y/n’s mouth opened as she gasped slightly.

“What! We waited all this time in line to get tickets!” She says and placed her hands on the desk in desperation.

“You have to have more tickets. They can’t all just be sold out, you still have a line.” She motions behind her to the long line that was now already dispersing after hearing that the tickets were sold out.

But, the ticket lender didn’t seem to care. “Look, tickets are sold out. Can’t do much about it kid.” He shrugs his shoulders and places a; ‘Sold Out!’ Sign on the desk before turning and walking out of the booth and standing to the side. “Try next time.” He says before turning and walking towards the circus tent.

Y/n sighs and drops her head. Her forehead slamming on the wooden desk of the booth.

“Great..” she muttered.

She felt a hand on her back. Slowly opening her eyes, she could see Oswald was standing beside her, her forehead still on the desk.

“Hey..it’s okay. We can just go find something else to do. I’m certain there’s plenty to do around town, sun is still in the sky.” He comforts her. She was silent as she sighs and closed her eyes again.

“I just wanted to see the circus..” she sighs. Clearly with constantly being let down for the last several hours, this was a real disappointment.

Cuphead watched Y/n for a moment and glanced at the tent. “We can still watch it.” He says. Felix looks at him and gives him a confused look.

“I got an idea.” Cuphead brushed off whatever look Felix had given him, because clearly Felix knew whatever it was, it wasn’t anything good.

“I’m gonna go find Bendy.” Felix says. “And don’t do anything that would get you guys in trouble.” Felix says before he turns to go walk off—in a very abrupt way in fact, but no one pointed it out. Oswald slowly took a step back. “I’ll go with him.” He says before turning and walking off as well.

Cuphead turns his head back to Y/n. “Follow me.”

Standing on the wooden floorboard that made the ceiling of the tent, there was a small opening—well it was a hatch that was attached to a ladder, probably used to help transport stuff on the roof and that ladder led down into the tent. Looking down there was—well. It looks to be a room—but the lights were off so Y/n couldn’t really see all that was in the room.

Panchito squints down below and looks at Y/n, who’s ankle was tied to a nylon rope.

“Okay, what is your plan again?” Panchito glanced at Cuphead.

“While I was awesomely causing a distraction with kicking everyone out of line, I so happened to climb up here—“

“Why?” Mugman raised an eyebrow on what would even be the reason Cuphead would just randomly climb and explore the top of the tent.

Cuphead deadpans from being cut off. “Because, there was an apple tree right next to the tent and I could easily climb up it from up here. See?” He motions to the right were an apple tree was, right next to the tent.

“Anyways.” He says.

“I saw this hatch led to one of the actors' rooms, maybe they got tickets down there like how Ms. Sally used to have the spare theater tickets in her dressing room.” Cuphead said to Mugman. Whoever Sally was, no one knew but clearly Cuphead and Mugman.

“And why do I have to be the one to go down there, this is such a cartoon thin-“ Y/n immediately stops talking as she looks over to; Cuphead, Mugman, Panchito and Donald.

“No, no. Go on.” Donald says sarcastically.

“You’ll be fine.” Cuphead shrugs. Y/n sighs and places her legs over the ledge and glances at them. “If you guys drop me. You’re dead” she says, watching them pick up the ropes.

“This is the most dumbest idea, ever.” Donald expressed as he held the ropes.

Meanwhile, Spunk was casually waiting for the group to return back to the ground—but after a while the robotic pup decided to just wander off into the tent to go explore—well, from anyone watching it would be. But Spunk caught a spark, a whiff of something familiar.

His nose was glued to the ground as he maneuvered through the many people that were finding their seats in the tent. He squeezed between two children that were standing, he pops from between their legs and rolls on the ground before getting back up and shaking his head and continuing his small journey to whatever he was tracking down.

His frantic sniffing grew more and more louder as he walked through some wooden doors that were opened when one of the workers opened it to walk out, not even knowing a little pup wandered through them.

Leading him backstage. Spunk lifts his head and shudders, the familiar golden glow cascading his form, his tail wags before he lets out a bark and trots down the hall. Slipping past a few of the toon circus actors, he sniffs the air, tongue lolling out.

“Just a moment—I need to get something from my room!” Says a voice. Spunk purks up and turns his head to the voice that was around the corner. Trotting around the corner and looking all he got a glimpse of was the door closing, but that was okay, Spunk found whatever he was looking for. His tail wagged before he started to prance down the hall. But he was abruptly picked up by small arms.

“Puppy!” Giggles a child-like voice. Spunk let out a grunt-like noise and was dangling in the air—not that far from the ground as whoever was holding him wasn’t that tall, a toddler. Looking up, a small teal bunny was holding him. The kid pressed his nose to Spunk’s head in a kiss as he giggled. Spunk kicked his feet to free himself from the child’s grasp but that got him nowhere as the kid turned to walk off with him.

“Dude, you can’t just pick up everything.” The kid was stopped by a taller figure, dog like toon—maybe a dog toon? No one knew. The bunny looks up and then looks at Spunk before extending his arms to show off the pup to the person. “But he’s a puppy, Maxie.”

The bunny child was picked up, and Spunk was dropped from his grip. “Yeah, come on before Uncle gets upset you’re not ready.”

Spunk shakes his head and grunts before continuing his journey.

#toon quest

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wiltingwoes · 20 days

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‘ WELCOME TO THE STAGE — THE ONE, THE ONLY! FIZZAROLLI! ‘

Betty grimaced as the audience suddenly became a tsunami of screams and hollers, strangers pushing into her and nearly trampling the vampire just to get to the front of the stage. Colliding with the cold floor below with an unceremonious yelp, the red head HISSED and had to keep her short temper in check — the last thing she needed was to be fired from her dream job right after obtaining it.

She knew Fizz was popular — and even popular was an understatement. He was an ICON — and the fact he took her as an apprentice and even lover was beyond her. Normally, Betty held herself up on a pedestal so tall that no one could possibly put a dent in her fragile ego. She was the GODDESS OF HER OWN WORLD. SHE WROTE HER OWN CHAPTERS AND CREATED HER OWN CHARACTERS. SHE WAS THE RINGLEADER OF HER OWN CIRCUS AND EVERYONE ELSE WAS FORTUNATE TO BE EVEN A CIRCUS MONKEY.

But the little imp was not a circus monkey. He was the clown — the true star of the show. Even if she felt like the ringleader, he still was STARS ABOVE HER. A part of her ENVIED HIM FOR ACHIEVING ALL THE ASPIRATIONS SHE YEARNED FOR FOR CENTURIES. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER — THAT SPOTLIGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER AS A JESTER AND NOT THIS NOSFERATU - RIDDEN WAR COMMANDER. THE ENVY BURNED HOTTER THAN HELL’S FIRES.

And he was so nice to her. So kind, so patient, so gentle. Her quips made her feel guilty. Sarcasm became limited. Side eyes softened. She felt herself watering down her ANGER AND RESENTMENT — tending to a garden of thorns and nursing it into a garden of colorful flowers instead. Just for him. Perhaps he was more of a LION TAMER rather than circus star.

Watching him glide around the vibrant stage in a barrage of expert dance moves, the audience cheered and clapped along to his melodious voice. Betty slowly rose to her feet, feeling time slow as she digested his craft. All feelings of envy bled dry — and were substituted with something softer. Something more innocent, more cherishing. She could recall some time ago before his performance where she struggled to put into words what he truly meant to her. But what could possibly be described in just one measly word?

Tears streamed down her face in carmine trickles, the salt mixing with the last residue of venom. The bloodshot tint to her eyes had been gradually becoming white again ever since she was taken care of by Ozzy and his medics — and with this session of subconscious crying, they were finally pure white again. Her irises were a beautiful shade of foggy grey — a thunderstorm. She didn’t even register she was sobbing. Fizz definitely could witness the concerning expression on her face when he passed by her front stage — dumbfounded, starstruck, blanking out.

He was elegancy. Beauty. The perfect art of theatrics and drama. The innocence of a gentle clown. The dream that never died despite his past. Despite his deformities, he was still beloved. In another life, she could’ve been that too should the town accepted her vampirism instead of hunting her down. All she ever wanted was to be accepted and loved too.

And she found a genuine, healthy bundle of love with him. An attachment that wasn’t DETRIMENTAL NOR ABUSIVE. SAFETY — A FOREIGN SENSATION.

When was the last time she ever felt this happy and alive in all of her lives? When was the last time she felt HUMAN AGAIN?

That realization hit harder than any of her deaths.

As the lights dimmed and the performance ended, Betty stepped forward to take his hands in hers, her expression still out of it. There were no more red streaks, no more crimson scleras — no more traces of the Pride Ring’s damage. A hushed, shaky whisper,

“ Heaven, “

And then a bit louder for him to hear, staring at him as if he were the strangest creature she’s ever laid eyes upon,

“ That is my answer…Heaven.

You are Heaven. “

@hazbinhive

#🐀 VERSE: A MILLION DREAMS. 🐀#🐀 REWRITE THE STARS. ( betty x fizz ) 🐀#hazbinhive #god. GOD.

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31 and or 45 for whomever you want~?

(Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase)

31. Breeze

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Avernus feels like sitting inside an oven. The air is hot and thick, constantly scented with brimstone and the ozone stink of burning metal.

In truth, Hector is mostly used to it by now. Humans are infinitely adaptable, and six months is a long time in the grand scheme of things. Besides, they've been so busy, running from safehouse to safehouse with battle around every corner, that complaining about the heat is generally the least of his concerns. And he wouldn't trade the time with Karlach (or his friendship with Wyll) for anything.

But it doesn't change the fact that, when Withers arrives through his portal that came from nowhere, the first thing that Hector notices is the breeze.

They're north of one of Zariel's command posts when it happens, locked in battle with several particularly ferocious imps and a large, hulking orthon, one of the archdevil's commanders. Hector cracks his fist across an imp's jaw, spins to take on the next - and finds himself staring with wonder into a hole ripped in reality.

The pulse of battle around them seems to slow until only he, Karlach, and Wyll are moving at all. Hector's hands fall to his sides and he watches as Withers steps out of the portal, looking around with his usual unflappable placidity at the frozen chaos. And beyond him, through the portal, is a vista of moonlit green - a color Hector had almost forgotten existed in the world - and the cool breeze passes through the barrier between worlds and brushes like a lover's touch against Hector's face. Cool damp air that smells of river water and moss.

"Oh, gods..." he whispers. Not since the fall of the Netherbrain has he felt such an urge to fall to his knees and weep with joy.

Withers' lips twist in something that is almost a smile. "Thou art called," he tells them. "A gathering of those most dear to thee - and an exhortation of what is to come. Wilt thou accompany me?"

Hector hesitates, turns to glance at the others. He wants desperately to say yes without thought of consequence, to hurl himself into that cool, moonlit air- but he won't leave without them. To his relief, though, Karlach and Wyll have both also been struck to stillness by that breeze, their eyes wide with awe.

"What are you stopping to look at me for, Soldier?" Karlach asks with a strangled laugh. "You feel that? Let's fucking go!"

#ask meme #acecasinova #ahhh ty for the prompt friend! :D #hector carlisle #another early experiment for stuff i plan to fic more in the future XD #bg3 fic #bg3 drabble

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helluva-world-innit · 7 months

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Gah. This took such a long time and I'm not especially proud of it, but it's done and I have Inktober shit to catch up on so.

Okay, so this is my concept of Greed Ring. The main color here is yellow/gold but it really embraces all the colors of the Rings as it tries to be an embodiment of all of them (the extra green is a nod to US American money since, let's face it, that's where I'm from and that's where capitalism really has a lot of freedom to move. Also, the audacity of Mammon annoys Leviathan). A real melting pot of Hell, if you can believe it. A Vegas meets Mardi Gras meets shady carnival realm of exploitative entertainment and temptation. So, parties, casinos, bars/clubs, theatres, and restaurants. Money is king here. Mammon is ruler of this domain, naturally, but is rarely seen within it since he leaves most of his torturing to the demons he appoints as his Jesters, masters of various performance arts and professional drainers of wallets. "Jester" is an actual title in my rewrite. It's a job that allows Hellborn demons of any class to rise to minor royalty status and yes, Fizz is one of these Jesters. He's the first imp to be appointed to the position in over a century during the events of It's A Helluva World. He, Blitz, and Barbie were all being trained to be Jesters from a young age, but only Fizz impressed Mammon enough to be appointed. Unfortunately, it came at a terrible price.

That's the role of the mini circuses around the Ring: as training grounds for new Jesters for Mammon's ranks. One of the few appearances the Ringmaster of Greed makes to his domain is his tour of the Ring every three years to observe and select new Jesters. Sometimes, he doesn't pick anyone. Others, he might pick someone from every carnival. The criteria is known only to him and is deeply arbitrary to anyone else. There is a lot of gang activity in Greed Ring, as to be expected, but the majority of these gangs are under Mammon's rule as well. Any who try to avoid giving him a cut of their profit or taking over the Ring "mysteriously" disappear, never to be heard from or seen again.

Between constant advertisement and unchecked capitalism, most denizens think nothing of it. One less gang means one less group to shake you down for protection. The Sinners who opt to stay in Greed whisper of a being who lurks beneath the ever-sprawling dumps surrounding the Ring, however. Since they are regulated to only the slums, Sinners are the ones who encounter it the most. Trash scavengers have come back to their tent cities with tales that there is almost a living quality to the rancid garbage piled high and it is said that if you go wandering about in it alone, you will see it shift closer out of the corner of your eye. Some even claim they could hear a muffled voice muttering "Mine. Mine. Mine,". Many don't return from the dumps at all. It is said that whatever makes the garbage move and mutters claims them for its own.

The majority of the Ring is bright with a veneer of good humor and not taking anything seriously, which is the downfall of those who don't learn to see through the illusion quickly. Even Mammon puts on a good show of being a jolly and buffoonish ruler, but his mean streak is obvious to anyone who knows him personally and he is endlessly calculating and underhanded with how he acquires wealth. Most of this wealth is either horded or offered to Belphagor for new tech developments to make Greed the top Soul earner in Hell, something that sticks painfully in the craw of Leviathan who hates Mammon's style of tormenting Sinners. Belphagor, ironically, finds it all very funny.

Notable characters from this Ring are Fizzarolli, Barbie, Blitz, their parents: Buckzo and Beatriz, Moxxie, Crimson, and Sir Pentious. The Overseers of this Ring are The Hoarder a.k.a. Le Roi des Ordures/of Refuse/Rubbish (depends on who you ask) and Buddy. Also planning on doing a map view of this Ring later so I can paint a better picture of where everything is in relation to each other.

Up Next (though not for a whiiiile): Envy Ring!

#jack is wording again #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #7 levels of wtf #animals #food

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little-lightning-lavellan · 1 year

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What if I just dropped this part of the next chapter with zero context.

What then.

“Call me ‘hart’ again.” A demand, but not one born of anger or fear. No, Mellan was looking to her feet less and less, even as she criticized him, and the creature was treading on becoming just as smitten as she was arduous.

“I thought you liked ‘imp.’” Solas exhaled, the scope of the room narrowing less to a place full of people and more to a concept of a room featuring Mellan. “You have to admit, it suits you.”

“Humor me?”

“I see…” he acquiesced with little turbulence. “Ma heart.”

“Again.” The determination she held within her throat before vanished by a hair, her shoulder blade within his hand wilting just so. Like fragile paint chipping away in the rain, so was her resolve to stay away from waters she should not test.

She’d read a story once within the library of a maiden laying cursed in dreaming due to touching a forbidden spinning wheel. Mellan felt as if she understood the princess’ plight a bit more now. What would be the harm in just a little prick?

“This is an odd bit of a grounding exercise,” Solas spoke softly, not wanting to arouse suspicion in those around them should his comrade need to make a hasty retreat. “Mellan, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Please, I just,” She shook her head, no real explanation given. “I want to hear you say it.”

Now why did that feel like a declaration? Was it the way she looked up to him whilst she said it? He was meant to be the one grounding her, and he was going to end up doing a poor job of it if he kept staring dumbfoundedly down at her like he felt he was now. Yet, her eyelids looked heavy, resting on her flushed cheeks. Her shoulders were slowly wilting right along with his ability to stand up straight, and he muttered “Focus,” as if it were to her, to keep her mind on the dance, when he was clearly stumbling right along with her at the snap of her pretty little bruised fingers.

“Ma heart,” he vowed to the causation of his ruin, and bent himself to lean closer to her face than he should, should he remain a gentleman.

“Again--”

“Mellan,” He veered off course to keep her honour intact, and whispered into pointed ear. “The music has stopped playing, ma heart.”

Anyway Happy Solstice goodnight I’m not sorry, muah 💋

Tagging lovelies:

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#WIP Wednesday #dragon age #solavellan #dragon age inquisition #dai #update #fen'harel #da4 #lavellan #sollan #dueteragony #my writing #work in progess #romance #writing #fanfic #fanficition #bioware

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titleknown · 6 months

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HELLOWEEN #32: ANDUELLE

-ANDUELLE is the Empress of Falsities or the Fools-Gold Queen, known in hell, with zero estates and zero legions to her name. She may produce grand palaces; furnishings; apparel; garments and other and finery out of mean materials, and teach in the arts of schemes for ascendance; unconventional thinking and civic planning.

She appears as a diminutive woman bedecked in pyrite and glass finery, with a one-eyed crown in place of a head, and I pity for her sad state. I cannot help her from her pain, but I grant my blessings to those who wish to do so.-

...Have you heard of Imcubi? I had not until I began this series. They are a subaltern in Hell, combining the lowliness of imps and the political suspicion towards the succubi and incubi. I am told, especially by Acabus, that their origin involves fornications between the two, but I am told by Giobella that they are spawned from spontaneous energies summoning in a new age of Hell.

I suspect both are true amongst others. Hell has multitudes of ways of spawning new demons. But few I have seen in such a pitiable situation as Anduelle. She is underneath the grotesque fortress of the Baron of Hell known only by his nickname of the Concrete Regional, upon the backwaters of the 9th layer as a petty tyrant mocked by Hell's other nobility, on a nightmarish house upon what most suspect to be a Leviathan sinkhole but none will tell him.

It is there which Anduelle exists in a situation between servant, pet and prisoner, working for him and treated as, in a cyst upon his house she has decorated as something of a palace amongst the concrete brutalism of his abode. It is unknown how she got there, though whispers say she is one of his daughters, the one he treats with shame. He has tried to warp her body to her liking numerous times, to make her a "true" spawn of the Concrete Regional, but... for some reason she remains incorruptible.

This is perhaps what spurs her ambition, as from what I can tell asking other servants and those friends of hers she has placed many plans into motion where she can, during her master's parties, those rare festivals that come to town, those few contests or missions she can do from her home, attempts at cults and MLMs, she's apparently tried a lot of it. And all of it has failed.

It is usually due to either the failure of those around her to follow-through, the limits of her means, or her own hubris and self-grandiosity. But, that self grandiosity is itself a mechanism derived from what seems like her brutal treatment underneath.

She is not a person with reach even as she tries, most of her friends are even lower on Hell's political levels than her aside one; and that one is a... strange case, that I may speak of in the future. They are not a demon, I may say that much, so even they cannot even do much.

I was able to talk to her once, and asked her about her plans. She elaborated on her current plans to take over Hell, all with... varying degrees of holes to them, but it was perhaps a bit difficult still to decline even as she begged me to help, as her conviction... well, there is conviction.

I asked her what she planned to do when she took over Hell. She spoke of improvements to the lives of both demons and souls, how she had read so much civic planning and she was sure she had found the problems that Hell's leadership could just solve if they were just able to listen.

And I asked after that. And she said taht once she took over Hell, fixed it up, bright and shiny... she would go up to Heaven and apologize for all of Hell and say that they're sorry for the fall, and that she fixed Hell up better, so maybe they could all come back? Maybe someone would love them again?

She said that in the voice of someone who hasn't seen love in aeons. Not enough to live on at any rate. Before I left, I gave her something. The Sign of Lillim that Giobella had given me. She was the other one I was told to tell of it, as Giobella remembered her from a letter she had sent, decades ago.

She looked at it, and her eye lit up. I could hear laughter of both joy and mania. I hope it helps...

-Xavier X. Xolomon , Monsterologist and Understudy to The Librarian Of Babel

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AND WITH THAT, the actual finale to Helloween. Sort of. I might have a few ideas for appendicies, but those are for later. This character was one I thought of before any of the others in here, and she would likely be the protagonist of any stories I might tell focused solely on Hell and its affairs.

She's based on a real person I know, who... well, she's got to deal with so much shit, and I wish I could help her. If she had a means to send donations to her via Paypal online, I would link it, but she doesn't have much of a prescence, though she's made a couple of things you might like.

As per usual the whole descriptions, designs, ectcetera from this project are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!

#my art #my writing #helloween #demon #monstergirl #demons #jewelry #crown #protagonist #character design #creature design

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Written In Blood {Tag Masterlist}

Non-Character Tags

Whispers from Purgatory [OOC] - Out of Character posting

Ashes to Ashes [Ashy Speaks] - Admin talk

I Think I'm Supposed To Be Bodyguarded Right Now [Rules] - Posts containing rules/standards of interaction

Take A Peek In The Guestbook [Info] - Posts that have important information

Very Important Research Pictures [Art] - Art from other blogs (not made by mun)

Whiteboard Planning Presentations [My Art] - Art made by me!

The Lesser Key of Solomon [Headcanons] - Posts that contain my own headcanons or reblogged posts of headcanons that I subscribe to

All The Shades Of Sin [Aesthetics] - Character Aesthetics or Aesthetics that match Muses

Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow [Quotes and Musings] - Quotes or Posts that make Mun think about specific Muses

Who’s That At Your Table? [Promo] - Promo posts!

Not Safe For Voxtagram [NSFW] - NSFW Posts (ALL NSFW posts will also have separate NSFW and NSFT tags!)

(Pending) [Self-Reblog] - Self-reblogged posts!

That Slutty Toy Clown Had It Coming [Shitposts] - Shitposts

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Prompt/Starter Tags

New Rhythm and A New Hook {Memes/Starters} - Ask Memes and Starter Prompts

I'll Sell Every Single Weakness Back To You For A Fee [Answered Asks] - Answered Ask Memes

Tag You're It [Tagged Prompts]

Right Here In Hell At The Happy Hotel [Open Starters]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Muse Tags

Bullet Points are Muse-Specific Art Tags

Don't Touch That Dial! {Alastor} - Standard AU Alastor

This Face Was Made For Radio // Alastor // Visage

Frigid Royal Bitch {Andrealphus} - Standard AU Andrealphus

[Pending]

Bang Bang Bang Is The Only Shot For Me {Arackniss} - Standard AU Arackniss

[Pending]

In Desire We Trust {Asmodeus} - Standard AU Asmodeus

Make Sure The Subject Is Gettin' It On // Ozzie // Visage

Not Your Barbie Girl {Barbie Wire} - Standard AU Barbie

Bitch I Am One Throw A Tantrum // Barbie // Visage

You've Got Me In Between The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea {Baxter} - Standard AU Baxter

[Pending]

Always Chasing Rainbows {Charlie} - Standard AU Charlie Morningstar

The Devil's Princessa // Charlie // Visage

Short Fuse {Cherri} - Standard AU Cherri Bomb

Hello World I'm Your Wild Girl // Cherri // Visage

Flying Purple Paperweight {Collin} - Standard AU Collin

[Pending]

Sweet Beautiful Soul Saving Joy {Emily} - Standard AU Emily

[Pending]

Money Can't Buy Happiness But Guaranteed I'm Worth The Price {Glam} - Standard AU Glam

Special Occasion Splurge On The Urge // Glam // Visage

Royal Flush {Husk} - Standard AU Husk

You're All Scotch No Soda // Husk // Visage

Your Bite's Worse Than Your Bark {Loona} - Standard AU Loona

Running With The Wolves // Loona // Visage

Seven-Ring Circusmaster {Lucifer} - Standard AU Lucifer Morningstar

Where The Runaways Are Running The Night // Lucifer // Visage

Modern Major Murderer {Lute} - Standard AU Lute

Down Under We Don't Take No Prisoners // Lute // Visage

M A M A B O Y {Moxxie} - Standard AU Moxxie

Lovely Little Monster // Moxxie // Visage

Baby You've Got The Keys Now Shut Up And Drive {Travis} - Standard AU Travis

[Pending]

Radio Killer {Vox} - Standard AU Vox

Now You're Playing With Power // Vox // Visage

Along Comes A Spider {Zestial} - Standard AU Zestial

The Potion Is A Poison // Zestial // Visage

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Canon Character Tags

Pinned Down Without A Crown [Vaggie]

Wrap Me In Plastic and Make Me Shine [Angel Dust]

Oh That Cement Is Just It's There For The Weight Dear [Henroin]

Blood Still Stains When The Sheets Are Washed [Niffty]

Snakebite Drags You Under [Sir Pentious]

Dancing On A Razor's Edge [Carmilla]

The Bestest Jester [Fizzarolli]

Christ On A Stick [Blitzø]

Of All The Imps In Hell It's For Her That I Fell [Millie]

Fins To The Left Fins To The Right And You're The Only Bait In Town [Chaz]

Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love [Mama] - Tag for Moxxie's mother

Money Can't Buy Happiness But It Can Rent You Paradise [Glitz]

Catch Some Waves While Catchin' Some D [Verosika]

He's An Outlaw Loose And Runnin' Came The Whisper From Each Lip and He's Here To Do Some Business with the Big Iron On His Hip [Striker]

Stupid Slutty Moth Pimp [Val]

Why Am I In Your Mass Text? [Velvette]

You Can Be So Cruel And That's All You've Ever Done [Stella]

Look How They Shine For You [Stolas]

Everything Everything Everything You Touch Turns To Gold [Paimon]

Got A Touch Like A Thorn 'Cause The Girl She's Hiding Horns [Lilith]

Mess With The Horns And You Get The Devil [Satan]

Bring Your Own Fork Girl You Know I Don't Provide It [Bee-lzebub]

CENT-ipede [Mammon]

I'll Climb To The Top of Mount Rock and Be Part of That Heavenly Scene [Adam]

Que Sera Seraphim [Sera]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

AU Tags and AU Muse Tags (Partner-Specfic)

In The Twilight Glow I See Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain [René] (@adeerandhisshadow's René)

On The TV Yeah You'll See I'll Show You I'll Own You ((Bluescreen-Verse)) - AU involving Vox and René

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (Partner-Specific)

Froggy Little Flips {Fizz x Ozzie} - @e-m-p-error's Fizz and my Ozzie

Circuit Breaker {Vox x Val} - @e-m-p-error's Valentino and my Vox

Offer Me All The Stars Above Me {Lucifer x Paimon} @e-m-p-error's Paimon and my Lucifer

In Your Holy Water That Burns My Bastard Mind {Lucifer x Adam} - @e-m-p-error's Adam and my Lucifer

Does She Know That Her Destiny Lies With Me {Charlie x Vaggie} [pending]

You'll See Me On The Blue Screen {René x Vox} @adeerandhisshadow's René and my Vox

A Million Feathers Falling Down A Million Stars That Touch The Ground {Andre x Stolas} @stolsas 's Stolas and my Andrealphus

Come Gimme Some Of That Yum Like A Lollipop {Loona x Bee} @e-m-p-error's Bee and my Loona

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

Ship Tags (General) [Typically used on Art Reblogs]

Crooked Hearts [Fizzmodeus]

StaticMoth [VoxVal]

Little Moth Please Take Your Time [Chaggie]

Signal Interference [VoxAl]

SnowyOwl [Andrealphus/Stolas]

Original Sinners [LiliFer]

The Fallen Star and The Leading Man [LuciAdam]

You Look Like Gold To Me [PaiCifer]

HoneyMoon [LoonaBee]

All I Want All I Want All I Want Is Everything [Mammon x Stella]

Poison Tipped Daggers [Zestilla]

[Will be Updated As Needed!]

#Whispers from Purgatory [OOC]#Take A Peek In The Guestbook [Info]

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