Ah, the perks of being a gatekeeping girlboss.
Ah, the perks of being a gatekeeping girlboss.
@exorcistalice ♡’D FOR A STARTER
TIGHTENING SECURITY to DEVILDOM’S portals might as well become his priority to bring up before the royal. They’ve been getting certain disturbances, ones the avatar won’t allow if they weren’t invited nor deceased. Otherwise the accusations of CELESTIAL’S eyes will...damage his LORD’S reputation, eliminating any chances to accomplish his objective. Such interference was not allowed and LUCIFER’S determined to erase whatever stood in that co-existence. It might be overlooked as nothing more than a visitor though PRIDE attested that specific HUMAN, even analyzed her current weaponry. Those materials brought a sour mood to the demon when thinking about what affiliation she originated from. A brow raised the moment their paths crossed once again, figuring the AVATAR OF PRIDE was open to the idea of wasting time. Simply playing the role of ‘escort’ was necessary to later see where he could return her. “What exactly did you want to discuss with me? It’s quite rare to have HUMANS who aren’t part of the program to roam around DEVILDOM freely. At least you have managed to escape other DEMONS with their intentions to devour you.”
He can’t walk without the world itself threatening to topside, and so to save everyone in it, Xaallo hunkers down in a heap of himself.
Unsure if this is better or worse than only having two arms...
FREYA ( @dcvastates ) asked ❝ there’s no rest for me in this world. perhaps in the next. ❞
He does not appreciate the reminder of Freya’s MORTALITY— he never does. In his very long life the time he has had to enjoy his older sister’s company is meager compared to the time he has had with his other siblings. So much time has been lost and what is left is finite by nature. A life without her in it is now unthinkable— an attack on the very fabric of nature. He chooses not to convey this. “ If there is anyone in this world who deserves peace. It’s you. For my own selfishness I simply hope it doesn’t come any time soon. ”
He was about to come out of his closet.
But he’s decided against it. He went straight back in. He can’t deal being surrounded by very hot chaotic demons again.
“Witness the power of house Von Niederer Adel.” She says as she more or less throws off her shirt, flexes her powerful arms and shows both her soft and stupidly powerful body. She might be a bit monotone, but she does take a little pride in her looks and strength.
At least the meetings are less awkwardly quiet.
“ Drankengard? So, like, there’s a security guard that is drunk, right? Is that my main take-away from this? “
“Anyone else hear the horrible shriek of some creature?”
“Funny you ask that. I coulda sworn that was you screamin’ in pain. Like some lil —”
The plant monster’s words were cut off as their own shrill cry of pain was relayed through the plant life with the first unidentified shriek. Audrey II dug his roots further into the ground as they felt the invisible force of the corrupted spirit’s power wrap around his thickest stem.
“I was just enjoying myself, weed,” Hexxus hissed. “No, it was something else that shrieked earlier. Now shut up so I can listen.”
uh oh i’m losing my absolute love for six of crows looks like it’s time to reread !
In a rare turn of events Hexxus is dead silent. Silent save for a faint humming. The spirit of destruction didn’t hum to his own tune today, but to the music of whatever bit of nature happened to be near him. He almost seems happy to hear it.
So where is the beast that is Nicholas? How much of the shapeshifter still remained? Especially considering how long he’s been feral.
Well, surprisingly a good amount remained. At least his love for the rain did. Something that was made very clear by the fact that the beast was not only out and about in the open, but also... having fun? How odd this sight must be. A forty-feet tall white and red monster covered in scars, armed with deadly spikes, teeth, claws, and extra set of limbs, and a long whip-like tail. You’d think a creature designed for surviving in deadly environments wouldn’t be able to enjoy the rain like any other being. Yet here he is. Running and prancing about.
Honestly enjoying himself, even while completely drenched.
Head empty, no brain cells left, only sleep.
Why on earth am I seeing black footprints coming from the copy room?
With the changing of seasons, even with Messatine being a very desolate planet most of the time, it does have seasons. This cycle, Tarn had been doing his usual work but with the stars and Messatine changing their axis, had passed out. The warmth from the stars coupled with a nice cool breeze had lulled the tank to sleep for most of the day. But in order to ignore whatever he’s just witnessed on the dash, he’s just going to ignore and pretend like nothing ever happened--he didn’t see a damn fuckin thing.
by Marc Quinn (London Zupi)
Unnaturally slouched on a chair, Grimm has a full bottle of wine in his left hand, in his right, a lit cigarette. He looks awful, with tear stains still visible, and hands violently shaking, regardless of the time that’s passed.
Ungracefully, he tips his head back, downing several gulps of the hastily opened wine, letting the ash of his lit cigarette hit the ground. Whatever happened, he’s truly gone past the point of caring.
What’s the point of being in hell, if he can’t indulge in these sinful acts?
“Imma ‘bout to create a Fate OC and muse him on Tumblr. Famous guys throughout history, huh? I’m thinking of Bill Gates, ummm, Willem Dafoe? Got it! How about Jeff Goldblum?!“