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triple-pupil · 21 hours
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Giving up to peer pressure (and by that I mean @tomasitaoficial 's)
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My personal interpretation of
King Asmodeus
Prince of Lust, Lord of sex demons, Nephillim, Amaymon's protégé, unofficial representation of Wrath and Sloth.
Each head expresses the extreme version of his current state of mind;
The Bull is wrath, desperation, impotence and other similar emotions. It tends to express the King's honest and brutal opinion on things and is the most comfrontational. It's mouth is hot as lava and can even spit fire.
The Ram is depression, hopelesness, compliance and nihilism. This head shows Asmodeus' more grounded, although pessimistic, views. It tends to defuse conflict, even through self destructing ways to lower tensions. Of course, it's also a big yes-man. It's mouth is ice cold like a corpse.
The human head is mostly a mystery, it has been dormant for a long time. It used to be awake in Ozzie's youth, but at some point after being caged in Hell, it's consciousness seemed to fade away. Ozzie's top clients say it's mouth is barely warm but soft enough to get the job done.
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outlawcare · 7 months
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gaylittleguys · 3 months
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unstoppable force vs immovable object
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mementhis · 6 months
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He's not a clown, he's the entire circus!
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filthy-lil-bugger · 2 years
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btc-official · 2 years
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fucked up in the crib watching bob l’eponge
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Raph holding baby Casey. Raph holding baby Casey! RAPH HOLDING BABY CASEY!!!!!!!
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Baby is waking up <3
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humanityinahandbag · 1 year
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Eddie's April Fools joke would be him bringing Steve a baby that he's watching while he volunteers at the foster center (because kids aren't as judgemental as adults and he can actually do some good without getting nasty looks or whispers about satanism and murder behind his back).
He'd show up at Steve's door and hold out a wide eyed, rosy cheeked, somewhat confused baby like, "Steven, I know it's been a few months since our night of passion, but she's yours. I'm taking you for all you're worth!"
And it's such an obvious joke. Such an obvious prank. He'd just been taking this kid out for a walk and getting some fresh air.
But jokes on Eddie, because Steve wouldn't even think before lighting up, reaching out, and snatching the baby to his chest like oh aren't you so sweet, do you want to come inside? Yes you do!
Eddie tries to explain that it's a joke, but Steve just grabs his hand and squeezes it tight and the words die on his tongue.
"Bah phhhfp," said the baby, giving Eddie a look like, dude, you've got it bad.
Steve didn't drop his hand. His fingers were warm and strong against Eddie's. "Where'd you find her?"
"... foster?" Says Eddie. "I'm uh. I'm watching her?"
"And you brought her here?" Steve's eyes crinkled at the corners. His smile was sunshine.
Eddie opened his mouth. Closed it. Nodded. And then nearly fell backwards when Steve brought the hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles.
"Glooof," said the baby, staring at Eddie. You're an idiot if you don't make a move right now.
Thankfully, he didn't have to. Not when Steve was giving him a tug over the threshold.
"C'mon. Let's get you both inside. I think she needs to be changed. You got a diaper bag hiding somewhere under all that leather?"
It was meant to be a joke. It doesn't land as one. Because somewhere in Steve's head, the paternal switch is cheering, lit up so brightly. Free baby? And the person he liked brought him the baby?
Well. Then there's only one real solution to the problem.
(For Eddie, that solution hits him just as quickly. Especially when the guy he's been in love with since the sixth grade is holding a baby to his chest, shirt speckled in spitup and drool, making coffee the next morning, smiling across the kitchen at Eddie so softly and sweetly. Well. He was done for long ago. Might as well fall all the way.)
Ten years later, Eddie and Steve are sitting on a park bench watching their daughter April try to sacrifice her stuffed bunny on top of the jungle gym.
"You do realize that she was supposed to be a joke, right?" He'd say to Steve, a little teary eyed and so unbelievably happy.
"Jokes on you," Steve would reply easily. "Because I kept you both."
Jokes on him indeed.
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gremlincorner · 7 months
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my hand slipped
i pulled a fucking all nighter for this bc the hyperfocus just fucking hit dude
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kennyomegasweave · 1 year
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1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.
2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.
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3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.
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4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.
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5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.
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So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.
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jestroer · 2 years
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The team of all time what could go wrong
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mioxly · 4 months
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your roommate brings a whole ass horse home wyd
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quail-in-red · 19 days
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Hi!! I love love love your art and I adore that you can make the most insane mashup work up. If you are still doing the trope mashup could I ask for 72 Stranded on A Desert Island and 14 Bodyguard AU? Thank you and take care! 💚
Hi!! Thank you ❤️ here’s Bodyguard AU + Stranded on a Desert Island!
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Trope Mashups!
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spring-maidens · 6 months
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ICH WERDE DICH NIE VERGESSEN.
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konaiiro · 5 months
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cleaned up the sketch, then i was told they look like lesbians and now i can't unsee it.
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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 months
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@mysral this is your fault
Vaggie  s l o w l y  putting together the pieces of her strangely un-demon-y rescuer’s identity together as she recovers from multiple traumatic amputations in the MANSION this random demon lady brought her back to,
while Charlie (who assumed vaggie knew who she was) (and then Panicked when she realized vaggie did Not Know) frantically runs around her home throwing blankets over incriminating stuff, trying to not freak out the new friend she found dying in garbage-
later she takes Vaggie on a little stroll down a hallway (once Vaggie's capable of like, standing without flopping over) (arm in arm) (so Vaggie doesn't just flop over)
and they walk along in companionable silence for a bit until...
Vaggie: "So.... Miss Morningstar, huh? Sure fits you better than your old man."
Charlie: "(bleats in startled goat noise) HOW DID YOU- I mean, pfft! It's not that big of a- I mean I'm only the third most important- well the second now? With mom gone? But-!
Charlie: (gives up) Yes, that's me. Princess of hell. For all the good THAT does."
Vaggie: "Hey, you're doing a good job, princess. You're at least not letting some random stranger die of her wounds next to dumpster."
Charlie: "Thanks. (sighs) Can you keep calling me Charlie? Please?"
Vaggie: "Charlie. I can't feel my arm you're holding on so tight."
Charlie: "SORRY!"
Vaggie: "And now you've let go completely, I'm falling."
Charlie: "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry-"
Vaggie: "I can barely stand. Okay? I'm not, running off anywhere anytime soon or whatever."
Charlie: "Okay. Right."
Charlie: “…”
Charlie: "…And the whole princess of hell thing doesn’t freak you out?"
Vaggie: "Nope."
Charlie: "Not even a little?
Vaggie: "I'm more freaked at being found by the one decent person in hell, to be honest."
Charlie: "But the me being princess thing disappointed you, maybe? Thought I'd be taller or something?"
Vaggie: "You? Tall-er? Yeah no. I get neck pain looking up at you already."
Charlie: "I could hunch down!"
Vaggie: "And what, join me in neck pain? You'd have to fold yourself in half to get on eye-level with me, Charlie."
Charlie: "I could do that! I'm very foldable!"
Vaggie: "You're a sweetie. No."
Charlie: "Heheh."
Charlie: ".... how did you find out though? I thought I'd covered-"
Vaggie: (points up at the GIANT FAMILY PORTRAITS of Charlie and the king and queen of hell LINING THE WALLS OF THE HALL THEY'RE WALKING DOWN)
Charlie: "-everyyyyythhhh oh FOR FUCKS SAKE-"
Vaggie: "Nice emo phase, by the way."
Charlie: "SHIT!!!"
Vaggie: "Aw. I think you were cute.”
Charlie: “(distressed goat sounds) Can we just… steeeer ourselves and the conversation down a less embarrassing hallway..?
Vaggie: “Is that you as a baby?”
Charlie: “You know what that’s enough exercise for one day I think you need rest.”
Vaggie: “Is baby you chewing on a-”
Charlie, walking quickly: “Rest!”
then there's Vaggie, ten minutes later, left alone while Charlie- THE PRINCESS. OF. HELL.- runs out to get more bandages and pain killers for her. like this is normal. like this is not a thing to freaked out about
"SHIT!!!!!!"
vaggie's gonna freak out about it a little, tho.
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