((Made a little gift for @nebula-gaster of their OC, Buzz. I'm loving RPing with this character and I got inspired to play around with designs a bit. ((Thanks for letting me take a crack at your boy! Hope you like him. <3

let me assign you an aesthetic word

supernova

a supernova is a large explosion that takes place at the end of a star's life cycle. it's big, bright and beautiful, although quite sad. if you got this result, i wanna tell you that even if trauma still haunts you- even if you have scars, either on your skin or on your soul, you're still wonderful. you still shine, you're the most incredible work of art in the entire universe. give yourself more credit for all the stuff you've gone through, okay? i'm gonna speak for everyone and thank you for letting us be part of your life.

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@nebula-gaster for a plotted starter!

Three uses of Torpedo later, two new acquisitions, and the 'dissolution' of a potential business rival later, and Vox is feeling energized. Great even. He's gotten more work done tonight than he feels like he's managed in weeks, all thanks to Buzz's new tool.

He taps the desk beside his laptop, humming slightly as he looks at the screens full of statistics and personnel. For that alone, Buzz would normally deserve a promotion-- he'd been making great strides in the corporate ladder until he plateaued where he is. He would hardly be the first person to languish in a middling position, nor would he be the first person promoted up from it.

Should he? He could always offer. He flicks the scroll bar until he sees the little glowing teal link to Buzz's file, printing out a blank version of the contract, and, in another tab, the soul-bind one. It's less corporate looking, a more arcane looking font. It's a proper demon's contract after all, even if he's expedited the process rather than writing it all out by hand. It's standard for his, a longer term than the average contract, but in exchange they get more protection from the other Overlords, and more power.

He reaches over, and grabs them, closing the first tabs to open a live-feed of the Vogitek tower; not that floor... or that one, that one's empty, that's a studio... ah, there. Buzz's office with the lights still on. Excellent.

He locks his own door behind him, making his way down until he's leaning against the door. "I must say, seeing you here only strengthens my resolve to offer you a promotion," he says, waving the contracts held loosely in hand.

@nebula-gaster “Hey Buzz,” Vintendo greets after answering the door of her penthouse apartment. “What’s up? Need a place to hang?”

@nebula-gaster spun the muse roulette wheel and landed on...

timber & brendan wilson!

Something strange was going on in the basement. Not the morgue-- that always felt a bit odd, with the copper smell of blood and the constant drone of the air conditioner. No, it was something else.

For a week, several of the staff mentioned feeling watched, and catching glimpses of something shadowy from the corner of their eyes.

Brendan wasn't sure he believed in ghosts, but he supposed it didn't make much difference-- either way, he had to go down into the hospital basement to collect some files.

@nebula-gaster (continued)

Normally, Mordecai is more prepared for people trying to attack him, but this demon in particular managed to knock his Colt out of his grip when he tried to pull it out.

He's about to try and claw their face when Ombra steps in...and shoots them right in the throat.

He stares down at their corpse as they fall, glaring their way as they gargle their own blood and eventually give up the metaphorical ghost.

Then, he looks at Ombra. Sure, he'd gotten a little splattered, but the shadow is a mess. Cue the cat plucking a cloth from his vest pocket and reaching over to start wordlessly cleaning Ombra's face.

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                Don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

T H E Harvest Moon festival wasn’t the only festival Hell had to offer. There was a plethora of them really, all ranging from different themes and aspects of the human world and hell alike. Most of the Goetia demons would attend these so called festivals and Ipos was no exception despite his so-so moments of lucidity. 

T H I S festival had him especially excited for it called for the usage of weaponry and he was known to love any weapon of any kind (as his vast collection would prove such). It was mostly a festival for demons to show off how much of a marksmen they really were, with a series of games and even tests to see who the best of the best was. Ipos knew he had a fairly decent aim so this wasn’t any real concern for him and besides, he was here to have fun more than anything.

C L U T C H I N G his specialized rifle, gloved fingers lightly trace the intricate patterns adorning its muzzle. A finger briefly hovers over the trigger, seeming rather keen to get things started. The first of the games were about to begin and he couldn’t wait.

@nebula-gaster​​ (TIMBER)

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Alastor tried to keep his ear to the ground in Hell, while he did not pay all that much attention to the worries of hierarchy, anything to do with Vox, well, that was sure to catch his attention. A new demon who had challenged him with something new had appeared but was now working with the flat faced pompous show off? Alastor saw plenty of opportunity in such a being.

He had not interfered for a while, leaving just enough time perhaps for them all to settle into their new friendship before he found ‘Buzz’ conveniently alone one hellish afternoon. He approached with a hum of static, jumping between channels as a polite warning of his presence. Grinning all the while as he made his way to stand near Buzz, still at arms length for now.

“Good afternoon.” He greeted almost cheerily despite the disdain he held for new technologies, there was far too good a possibility to let that prejudice stand in the way. “I couldn’t help but wonder that you could be the very Buzz people have been talking about as of late?”

I can't be alone in thinking that Moxxie seemed just a bit (ridiculously) out of character here, extremely hesitant to kill a seemingly innocent family despite that being his literal job; it's like the music video "Oh Millie" never even happened.

Nah. The pilot episode and “Oh Millie” are all the footage we had on canon—and both of them COMBINED are shorter than the new episode. It’s jumping the gun to assume that Moxxie is being out of character when the very first official canonical episode in the series is longer than all of the previous material we’ve had to base his characterization on. And at any rate, if we’re weighing up a pilot episode and some pre-production material versus the Actual First Episode, I’d say that the version of Moxxie in the pilot should be the one that’s considered OOC going forward—because pilots are generally made to test out the show concept and see what works and what doesn’t BEFORE starting it for real.

Anyway, “he’s okay with killing for pay” doesn’t necessarily mean “he’s okay with killing ANYONE for pay.” Even IRL serial killers express preferences in victims—including people they consider unacceptable to kill. Moxxie seems to be fine with killing in general—it’s just the fantasy image of a cute, happy, loving family that he’s reluctant to slaughter.

Maybe this tells us something about his motivation for joining IMP! Maybe he assumed that “we get revenge on people for our clients” meant their clients would be sending them on jobs to kill assholes that screwed them over—thus helping weed out terrible people from the human population and leaving behind decent people to get on with their lives (like those hypothetical cute families).

Or maybe it tells us that Moxxie doesn’t actually want to do this job. Maybe Millie talked him into it because it’s something SHE enjoys and excels at, and while he’d be happy supporting her in her murderous career, he’s not comfortable doing it himself. Maybe he THOUGHT he wanted to do it but is finding more and more often that indiscriminate murder makes him uncomfortable—but he can reluctantly talk himself into it when he feels like it’s for a good cause.

Or maybe it tells us something about how Moxxie feels about family. Maybe he had a terrible childhood and is reluctant to break up a family that looks like it’s got its shit together. Maybe he wants to start a family with Millie and is projecting his hopes for the future onto other families he sees.

At any rate, on a BRAND NEW SERIES, with characters we BARELY know anything about... it doesn’t make any sense to assume we, like, already know everything there is to know about these characters, and CERTAINLY not to assume that we know more about these characters than the actual show that they’re in. If I didn’t think the future episodes would have anything new to teach us about who these characters are, then why would I bother to watch them?

@nebula-gaster​ asked: "Dude is that a GBA?" Buzz hovered above the video game Overlord, looking down at their game. "Haven't seen one of those since my own broke down in 2017! Holy fuck, just looking at it makes me feel like a kid again."

A look at the screen would reveal that they’re currently playing Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town.

“One of my favorite consoles,” they respond, their visor’s simplistic ‘eyes’ forming a line before quickly returning to their original shape and ‘looking’ at Buzz. A blink. They’d blinked. “I have most of the games made for it, too.”

@nebula-gaster​ 🖤’d

“Stare a little harder, and be careful not to drool. It’s gross.”

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“Fuck! Sorry, didn’t— didn’t know it was anybody’s.” Nikki flinches at the sudden sharp contact, but he doesn’t mind the heat. Can’t hurt him anyways, unless it’s hellfire. He immediately recoils his hand, stuffing it into his hoodie pocket. “Sorry,” he repeats, keeping his head tilted down.

He’d bumped into the thing while walking down the street, and he’d stopped to inspect it as much as he could without his eyes. He’s always wanted a motorcycle, but he’s also always been too afraid to learn how to ride one. Now it’s too late, he guesses, but he’d enjoyed the time that he’d had with Timber’s. “… it’s beautiful,” he says, almost but not quite to himself. He thinks it is, anyways.

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“And I still think it’s a bad idea, a lot of sinners will be seeking asylum here as protection... I’m trying to help the Princess save them, not trap them at the hotel so you can hunt them down for your own benefit... Mr Ombra, I’m trying to make the hotel as a place of freedom, not a prison.” Don’s wrath was starting to leak out in his tone, as it was suddenly cold and firm.

“... Look, I have a Messiah complex that I’m trying to control, and this isn’t helping since my vice is justice.”

“You’ve got a deal!”

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