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gsstories · 6 months

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SOG: The Fallout

The young prince sat on a random rooftop in the Ring of Greed, hugging his knees to his chest as he looked down at the disgusting city that he had the misfortune to be born in. He had been wondering around the cities for a few days and there was no sign of anyone looking for him. As expected.

Daniel sighed as he buried his face in his knees.

What happened?

[~FLASHBACK~]

“You don’t want to what?!” Mammon screeched in outrage.

“I don’t want to keep on performing dad. It’s too much for me! I hate it all! I have panic attacks after every show! I just don’t wanna end up snapping and doing something I regret…” Daniel said as he looked up at his father.

“Seriously?! After everything I have done for you, this is how you repay me?! By leaving me how Fizzarolli did?! Can’t believe it, from my own son!” Mammon yelled as he got closer to the shorter demon. “How dare you be so ungrateful after I cared for you and fed you and gave you everything?!”

“Cared…? You never cared about what I am doing, you just care about money! All my life I tried to be enough just so you would glance my way but I see it was all in vain! You are an awful excuse of a father- No, you weren’t a father AT ALL!” Daniel yelled as he started tearing up. “I know you never wanted me but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Everyday I wish to be given love and affection, I don’t care from whom, I just want it, NEED it!”

Daniel took off his jester cap, letting his long, messy white hair fall down. He looked up at his father, a sharp glare on his face as tears ran down his face.

“I am done with this place. I am done performing, I am done neglecting myself just for money! I am done with you Mammon. Bye.” The prince said before storming out of the place, leaving behind a raging beast.

[~END OF FLASHBACK~]

The prince shivered as he hugged himself tighter. It was cold, and he wasn’t exactly wearing anything suitable for cold weather. Hell, he was wearing the same outfit for a few days straight! It was already pretty dirty…

The prince then felt someone put their hand on his shoulder. He got startled so he quickly got his face from his arms and looked back. He sighed in relief when he saw it was Asmodeus.

“Hey there. I was worried about you. Ozzie said.

“Worried? Ah. Okay...” Daniel mumbled. “Why-Why you worried?”

“Because I care about you, duh. Damn, you really are like Fizzarolli.” Ozzie said as he sat next to the young man.

“Uh huh...” Daniel would mumble as he sniffled. “Right...”

“No, I'm serious. Both of you have a hard time believing that I care about vou at certain moments. And I get it, you've both been manipulated by Mammon, but you two have so much worth outside of him, you just need to be able to see it.” Ozzie said.

“I know, it's just... fuck, I'm tired... of everything...” Daniel said as he teared up. “For all my life I tried to get that greedy asshole to care but always fucking failed... I realize now that none of it was worth it... I'm so tired of trying…”

“And I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself. You're absolutely right. You shouldn't have to work so hard for the acknowledgement of someone whose love is conditional at best.” Ozzie would say. “Daniel, I promise, the people who truly care about you won't ever try to make you feel like you aren't good enough. You are perfectly fine the way you are.”

The young demon looked up at Asmodeus and teared up, quickly drying his tears when he felt them appear.

“Now come on. Let's go home.” Ozzie would say, picking up Daniel and cradling him like a child. “OUR home.”

Tears slowly ran down Daniel’s face as he leaned on Asmodeus, finally getting the affection he needed for so long. He craved more of this.

Bonus:

Once in his palace, Asmodeus had Daniel shower and get rid of his dirty clothes and got him to eat some food before getting him to rest. The poor kid was exhausted, he didn’t want to leave Ozzie’s embrace but he hid it well. Ozzie knew Daniel didn’t want to be a burden to him but he always told him he was far from that. Daniel never believed him.

Ozzie walked out of the room and was greeted by a worried Fizzarolli. Both demons had been worried when they hadn’t heard from the young man in almost a week and Mammon was of no help whatsoever.

“What will happen to Danny? We can’t let him go back to Mammon, who knows what he’ll do to him…” Fizzarolli said, looking concerned.

Ozzie sighed as he scratched his head.

“Mammon is still gonna try and take him back, he’ll probably try and sue as well, the greedy bastard…” Ozzie growled at the thought before taking a deep breath. “No matter, we shouldn’t worry about him. We should worry about Daniel. Poor kid has had it rough.”

“Believe me…” Fizzarolli mumbled. “…I know.”

#helluva boss #oc #hazbin hotel #au #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #son of greed #prince of greed #Daniel of Greed #jester oc #prince oc #helluva boss au

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shadowtoons · 2 years

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Satan and Mammon UwU

#prince of wrath #prince of greed #fan designs #mammon #Satan #helluva boss

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thewingedgoat · 1 year

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Okay… ik this might be a surprise but…

Mammon will you marry me😍💍

#cuphead #cuphead au #cuphead mammon #mammon #prince of greed

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katnip475 · 11 months

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Prince of Greed by K. Elle Morrison -

I was greedy for this book and was not disappointed. Can’t believe I am saying this but I fell in love with greed! This book was written so well. Makes me greedy for the next book. Maybe I’ll be gluttonous with the next book and just devour it!

#k elle morrison books #Prince of greed #book reviews

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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Okay, so I haven't watched all of FMAB yet, but I love how Ed is so fucking oblivious. He got a gorgeous girl, way smarter than him and out of everybody's league, who plays with the cord of the telephone when they speak together because she's down bad and laughs softly when he talks. And he's like "yeah, yeah, well, I am glad you're alive haha I thought they were going to brutally fucking murder you today. So that's a relief. Bye, super best friend in the world" and hangs up like the moron he is. But not only that, because well, they can't see each other so I get he doesn't notice the crush in Winry's voice, BUT LING?????? Dude has been with that prince inside a guy's stomach and has carried him around and cooked him his boot and yelled at him for giving up because he can't leave somebody as ambitious as him there without accomplishing what he wants, and then he says some gay bullshit like "Ling is still in there" after looking at Greed's eyes ONCE. One thing is not realizing a girl is crushing on you but Oh my God Edward for fuck's sake get a clue and realize you like men-

#i love winry and edward because they're the shoujo type of romance i love and it's childhood bffs and also angsty #but ling and edward are just the type of gay people you only find on shonens i swear #i am also not complaining about greed in ling's body because he's really funny but if you don't give me back my silly prince i am going to-#also winry and ling are so down bad and i understand they like failguys #riza understands too have you seen her husband roy mustang that man is the definition of a failguy #ling and ed have something so gay going on AND NOBODY TOLD ME WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME ABOUT THIS #i am really enjoying the show btw not only the ships it's just that i don't want to give my opinions on the plot yet until i finish this #bc if somebody spoils me this i am going to kill my-#fmab #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #edwin #edling #edward elric #ling yao #winry rockbell

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amorryblaine · 1 year

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Men showing abs after winning a battle

appreciation post

I most certainly forgot some, waiting for you to remind me in the comments

#roy mustang #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #greed fma #fma brotherhood #fmab #edward elric #alphonse elric #samurai champloo #jin samurai champloo #avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko #avatar zuko #atla #zutara

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yyh4ever · 1 year

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Togashi Yoshihiro Chronicle (2022-2023)

This 8-volume edition was released bi-weekly (every two weeks) by Jump Remix to celebrate the 35th Anniversary of Yoshihiro Togashi as a manga artist. It covers the four Togashi's series released in the Weekly Shounen Jump:

Ten de Shouwaru Cupid (selected chapters)

Yu Yu Hakusho ~ Dark Tournament Arc (chapters 52 to 112)

Level E (chapters 1 to 16)

Hunter x Hunter ~ Greed Island Arc (chapters 120 to 185)

According to JUMP REMIX, the idea is that you connect all eight volumes in chronological order, from Cupid (1989) to HxH (1998-2023). The little drawings of the characters on the covers were also designed to connect.

CONTENTS

Volume 1

Cover: Yusuke Urameshi/Yu Yu Hakusho

Release: October 28th, 2022 (same day of the Yoshihiro Togashi Exhibition -PUZZLE- opening in Tokyo)

Price: 681 yen

Pages: 468P

Contents:

Volume 2

Cover: Killua/HunterxHunter

Release: November 11th, 2022

Price: 681 yen

Pages: 452P

Contents:

Volume 3

Cover: Prince Baka/Level E

Release: November 25th, 2022

Price: 681 yen

Pages: 452P

Contents:

Volume 4

Cover: Kurama & Hiei/Yu Yu Hakusho

Release: December 9th, 2022

Price: 681 yen

Pages: 436P

Contents:

Volume 5

Cover: Maria/Ten de Shouwaru Cupid

Release: December 23rd, 2022

Price: 628 yen

Pages: 404P

Contents:

Volume 6

Cover: Hisoka/HunterxHunter

Release: January 13th, 2023

Price: 681 yen

Pages: 420P

Contents:

Volume 7

Cover: Toguro/Yu Yu Hakusho

Release: January 27th, 2023

Price: 628 yen

Pages: 404P

Contents:

Volume 8

Cover: Gon/HunterxHunter

Release: February 10th, 2023

Price: 628 yen

Pages: 404P

Contents:

#Togashi Yoshihiro Chronicle #Ten de Showaru Cupid #Yu Yu Hakusho #Dark Tournament #Level E #hunter x hunter #Greed Island #Yusuke Urameshi #Killua #Prince Baka #Hiei #Kurama #Maria #Hisoka #Younger Toguro #Gon #Justice for Kuwabara

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hurtinghabits · 6 months

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Kurapika is taking desperate measures for some nap time

👱‍♀️⛓️💤

For @greedislandchallenge

#hunter x hunter #hxh #meme redraw #kurapika #little prince #le petit prince #greed island challenge #mine

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gsstories · 6 months

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Son of Greed

The young man panted in exhaustion and panic as he walked out of the stage, falling to his knees as he barely gets backstage. Tears filled up his bright glowing eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably as he felt suffocated, terrified of what he just went through. A performance, like always, for his father to get money, to get people obsessed and waste all they have in a measly show that everyone has seen countless times but still look in awe as if it was the first time…

“So many people… Too many people…” The young prince muttered as tears ran down his face, hugging himself for comfort.

Why, does Mammon’s son not like performing? Does he not like the money that it brings? No, he does not. Somehow, unlike his father, young Daniel was a generous one, kind, shy and hated the limelight. Put him under the gaze of thousands and he’ll feel sick, he’ll feel the need to just die but always sucks it up and does it anyway. Everyone cheers for him in the end.

The prince takes off his jester cap and takes a few deep breaths. He is still shaking as he stands up and goes to his dressing room. He looks at himself in the mirror.

Almost an exact copy of his father, if not for the long white hair that adorned his scalp, his lean and more skinny figure and the black marks across his eyes. Aside from that, he was identical to Mammon. And he hated it.

“I am happy Fizzarolli quit but damn is dad kicking my ass right now…” Daniel mumbled as he held his head.

Daniel took out his phone and searched through his contacts and found the one he was looking for. Asmodeus. He was about to dial the number but he paused.

No, he shouldn’t bother Asmodeus with this. It was just a panic attack. It was normal.

Daniel sighed, putting his phone away.

He’ll be fine. He always is.

(Last AU used by me and my friend Ikari. This is for them. If you, my friend, see this, then I hope you are able to enjoy this and the many writings that will come in the future.)

#helluva boss #oc #hazbin hotel #au #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss fizzarolli #son of greed #prince of greed #Daniel of Greed #jester oc #prince oc

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jemmie-heartz · 2 years

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I will die on this ship, people will have to pry it out of my cold dead hands /j

Also it’s kinda related to my Hermes of Devildom au, I just really like Diamon

Click on it for better quality 💀

I misspelled Mephistopheles teehee 🤭

#Hermes of Devildom #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #mammon x diavolo #diamon #diavolo x mammon #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me art #obey me memes #obey me shall we date #obey me shitpost #obey me diamon #mammon avatar of greed #Diavolo prince of Devildom #mammon angst

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whisperprime · 2 years

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Note: Archdemon from previous entries now has a name. If you get to the end of this and wonder, “Who’s Mammon?” that would be him. I’ll be editing previous entries to include the new change.

Hob allows himself his pity party, unfair that it is to call it that. He has been through a traumatic series of experiences and he understands the necessity of allowing himself time to recover.

In so much as recovery is ever possible after nearly a century of being tortured by a literal demon.

It likely doesn't help that he can't quite decide if staying in his friend's home for any prolonged period of time is a good or bad thing for him.

Oh, he is more than aware that you don't turn away a safe haven when you need to rebuild your life from neatly the ground up.

He's also aware that being in this house when his friend who has very much never stated they are indeed friends in this timeline is going to tear his fool heart to pieces.

The first night after Dream left, Hob had made his way back to the master bedroom, listless and restless at the same time. He'd found himself staring at the bed until his eyes burned, first from not blinking, then by the first hint of tears.

He is many things over his beloved, but he has not been brought quite this low for him.

Hob had taken the clothes from the wardrobe and set up base in the guest room downstairs. The bed didn't hold a candle to the one upstairs, but his dreams were haunted enough without the reminder of whose bed he was sleeping in.

Hob begins the arduous task of rebuilding his life in stages. It has been a very long time since he had to build it up from quite this near to from scratch.

He always had his contingency plans. They all had the emergency plan built in if he needed to disappear for a hand full of decades. Most humans that might hunt him would either have long given up or died by then, not having the same gift of a long life span like him.

He could afford to be patient when all he had was time.

A hand full of decades, though, is a very different beast than a century, though. Not the worst, but hardly the best, though.

It will be more trouble than worth to come back as a relative of who he was back during World War I. Better to start off fresh. It will be good to clear up any loose threads he might have left laying around. He is only sorry for the effects that he will have lost in the process. Some of those objects he had originally managed to hold onto, even into the 22nd century.

The best thing he has going for him is that he has already lived through this time period once before. The outside world isn't going to blindside him with technical advances. If nothing, it's going to feel a bit primitive.

But that's him getting ahead of himself.

After dragging himself out of the three day old cocoon of blankets and pillows he's made for himself, Hob feels ready to tackle the next stage of his plan: figuring out where Dream's house actually is and how much travel it will take to get him to one of his caches. Most of them are in the UK, but there are a few scattered between the United States, France, and Germany, respectively. As long as he’s not too far from any of them, it shouldn’t be too hard to get to one.

He goes out to the kitchen, grabbing himself a banana to snack on as he stares at the leather pouch that had appeared on the counter the day Dream left. He had found it along with a pantry full of food to easily last a single man several weeks, even with a generous appetite. It contains a generous amount of money, more than enough for transportation and lodging, but Hob does not want to dig into it if he doesn’t have to. His cache will be more than enough to get him back on his feet while he reestablishes himself.

There is only so much he can stand to accept. The clothes on his back, the roof over his head, the food in his belly, they are more than he could have asked for. Any money that he accepts will be only what he needs to get to his cache and to carry it with him back to London.

With a grunt, he grabs a bottle of water and then the pouch, the latter of which he stuffs into the pocket of his sweater. He finds some shoes that fit him as perfectly as everything else by the door. A key ring with a key to what must be the front door is swiped from the hook it hangs off of. He is all set to go, and yet he still lingers, a hand hovering over the door knob.

He hasn’t been outside in over a century. The thought is sort of mind boggling. Oh, he’s gotten near the windows, but he hadn’t felt like opening them just yet.

And now he’s going outside. Completely of his own free will. There is nothing keeping him here beyond the general effort it takes to open a door and walk through it.

Needless to say, he stops hesitating and near throws him outside.

He pauses on the door step, breathing in the crisp air of what appears to be either a fall or spring day. Whichever it is, he has caught it on a sunny day, and he feels no shame as he tilts his head back and lets the light of it soak in.

Humans are creatures of the light. They need it to combat fatigue, boost their mood, and to strengthen the density of their bones. Although Hob does not have to worry about the last on the list, he has felt the lingering touch of what felt like an ever lasting seasonal depression.

If it didn’t feel like it was 7°C out, he would absolutely go sunbathing about now.

He reigns in the urge, shuts the door behind him, locks it, and then makes his way down the drive way. Halfway down the driveway, he pivots to get a good look at the house. If he’s not mistaken, it appears to be a Victorian era style house. Old enough to be from that era, from the looks of it, although effort has been made to upkeep it. Hob half expected it to be predominantly black in color, but it’s blue-grey walls and dark grey roof tiles are more color than he thinks he’s ever seen from his friend.

Not by much, but still more colorful than black.

The house isn’t secluded, but it isn’t right up on top of any other properties, either. At the end of the drive way, he glances left and then right. Neither particularly look more promising than the other, so he simply shrugs and picks a direction. He makes note of the house’s location and starts walking.

It’s not a terribly long walk, but his ankle is still smarting by the time he reaches civilization. It doesn’t take long from there to figure out where his old friend dropped him and he has to laugh a little.

His friend has property in Scotland, as it turns out. Aberdeen, to be exact.

Oh, this is not nearly as terrible as he had feared. He kind of hoped he’d be closer to London - that’s still a eight hour trip one way by train - but at least he’s still in the United Kingdom.

It’s easy enough to get his hands on some luggage. Everyone is sympathetic to the story of the traveler who’s luggage has gone missing. He thinks it helps that he’s wearing what looks like high end clothing, because nothing Dream makes can be otherwise, apparently. The cashier who rings him up regales him with a time her husband had the same thing happen and how they never did see that suitcase ever again, thank goodness nothing of true value was in it.

He parts from the shop feeling better for the pleasant chat with a friendly soul. He lingers around the shops, buying some lunch and a simple pay-as-you-go phone to tide him over until he can get one with a plan. He chats with some more friendly locals and reacquaints himself with the early 21st century.

The sun is setting by the time he drags himself back to the house. While making dinner, he considers his next move. He is tempted to remain another day. To linger in the library or hide away in the guest bedroom until he is forced to leave. The offer was made that he could stay as long as he needed.

But if he stays, he will not want to leave. And what he wants most, he will not find here.

The next morning, Hob goes through it and clean the areas he's inhabited. He saves the upstairs bed - Dream’s and, for a single night, Hob’s bed - for last, pulling the sheets off, dragging them down to the washer and dyer on the first floor. He takes them back upstairs and erases the final traces of his visit as he sets the bed back to right. He laughs at himself in self-deprecation because here he is getting worked up about a bed his friend who is not his friend has likely never even laid in.

He takes a few changes of clothes for himself, packs his necessities along with the phone and pouch of money he will have to find some way to return at some point, and leaves the house, locking the door behind him. He forces himself to walk away, never once looking back no matter how much he wishes to.

By 9:52AM, he is sat on a train on a one way trip headed for London. By 11:00PM, he has found his closest cache and a room for the night.

Over the next several months, Hob pieces together who he wants to be for the next 20 years. On paper, he becomes Robert Gadsen, 31 years old. He’s just moved to London after getting his Master of Education in Teaching and Learning in the United States. He tacks on a Bachelor of Arts in History to have an excuse to get him in the door for history classes when he applies to teach at a local college for some teaching experience.

His biggest risk, he is aware, is when he purchases the building that, in another life, had been The New Inn.

He had not been surprised when he went looking for what had become of the White Horse Tavern and had found it completely gone. In this timeline, Hob had not been there to slow down the closure of the tavern. No one had petitioned for it to be declared a historical site, which had tied the hands of the demolition team for the better part of a decade. Eventually, Hob and his team had lost, but not before delaying things long enough that The New Inn was up and running with a sign pointing from the old meeting spot to the potential new meeting spot for Dream to find.

Because he does not want to have to dig another cache too soon, he decides to move in to the building from the first day instead of living in his own flat near by. When the Inn is up and running, he might revisit the idea of moving out, but for now, he will save money where he can.

The first day after moving in, Hob sits on the floor he has just finished sweeping and simply allows the moment to sink in.

He does not know why he is insistent on doing this. There was no indication that Dream will meet with him in 2089, as there was no indication he even came to the 1989 meeting. This could all be for nothing.

But Hob had built The New Inn the first time on nothing more than a hope and a prayer, the offering little more than an out stretched hand should Dream ever wish to take it. And perhaps it will become that again, in this new timeline.

Most of all, it had become his lode stone, after Dream’s death in the other timeline. It was the place he returned to when the loneliness of his immortality got the best of him and he needed to reflect on why he wanted this life. He hadn’t always lived there or even near it, but knowing it was there - this place where he had once been able to be honest with who he was and how he lived - was enough.

And so, the next day, he hires a contractor and got to work. Like the first time, he is just as involved with the construction and the creation of the blue prints. The contractors are a little skeptical at first, but it helps that this time, he knows what he’s doing. Remembers what worked and hadn’t worked. It saves time, even if it takes out some of the charm of the original build.

It is six months to the day of his rescue from Burgess’ henchmen that things take another turn.

The construction of the New Inn coming along nicely, his teaching job secured and ready to begin with the fall semester. The flat above the Inn has not received quite as much love as the pub, but it is not that far behind it. He is bone tired and he is almost asleep before his head hits the pillow.

In the time since the seal broke and his ability to dream like every other person returned, Hob has revisited the basement at Fawney Rig quite frequently in his sleeping hours. He visits it nearly as often as he does not get rescued and finds his way to the bottom of the English Channel instead.

He has tried his best to keep up his ability to lucid dream, but with the Dreaming now fully able to draw him in, he finds himself able to move around his dreams as if they are mere sets rather than events he is reenacting. He hasn’t gotten the hang of changing things, but he takes what he can get.

On this night, however, he does not open his eyes to a familiar basement with Mammon standing over his naked self, unable to escape the archdemon’s wrath for the binding circle. Nor does he find moments from being from some horrific death he will not stay dead from. Nor does he find himself moments from a dip in the water.

No, on this night, he opens his eyes to what is still that familiar basement, but instead of an angry archdemon, this one has a glass and metal sphere hanging from the ceiling. A stone walkway provides a way to cross the moot that has been built to isolate and protect a circle painted in yellow under the orb.

Hob presses his back to the metal gate behind him and stares, horrified, because this nightmare is not based on a memory that belonged to him.

It is based on a memory that belonged to the Dream of the other timeline.

Interlude

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