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Fantasy OC’s and Canon Multi-muse. 18+ ONLY. Inspired by mythology, classic and new age fantasy, folklore, and more. Everything tagged as #myart was created by me. Fandom verses available for Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, and more.
Illustrated by Ghost ( 25+ years old. he/him ). (IN CONSTRUCTION) CARRD | Illustrations |
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I think Charlie would have looked great in something like this
god I wanna bring my daughter back but I fear!
I don't draw Terzo and Omega nearly enough.
Kill 'em with kindness! I'm so polite I know all the right knives to use. Dressed in my finest! Title's not Highness but I'm still the highest one here in the room. Not made for confinement, you like it because I designed it, you fight it because I divined it, I wrote all the space 'tween the lines. In my mind I see visions of unholy violence~!
He's just changing his uniform :)
the law literally doesnt apply to me as long as im quiet and very elusive
WHO is gonna talk about the fact that Charlie is by blood half Angel????
[Lucifer]
"Neat!" He didn't seem to parse the 'dead or alive' part, but he plowed right along anyway.
"Oh, I bet Heaven is haaaating that-- Hell on Earth isn't good for their business model!" Lucifer laughed, twirling his apple topped cane. He tapped it against Dew's shoulder.
"What about you, Dew? Back in Hell? What's up with that?"
💧 'Neat,' Lucifer says. Dewdrop would be angry and give a huff, if Lucifer didn't distract her with a flourish of his cane.
He doesn't like that question. It twists Dewdrop's stomach in knots. "Oh, you know, just visiting," he hopes. "Was instructed to spend...some time down here."
Charlie, go to sleep, you're not on this blog
"Well!" Lucifer looked up at Dewdrop, smiling that sharp toothed grin of his. "Look who's home! Been a tick, hasn't it? Soooo, how's everything?"
💧 After falling back to Hell practically on her ass, the dark lord was the last person she thought would be waiting. Dewdrop doesn't particularly want to be home. His oceanic eyes surrounded by the sun looked up momentarily, if not to ignore the humor of how short Lucifer came across.
"Everything?" She asked with wide eyes as she looked back to the emperor of Hell. "Fine! Fine, your majesty. I'm fine, they're fine, earth is--" Shit. It's pretty shit. But Lucifer already knew that. "The same. Despite what we've been summoned for."
[Lucifer]
"Right--" He paused, brain scrambling for what Dewdrop had been summoned for-- RIGHT. That church, the abbey and all that.
"So, how are those musical popes? Still havin' a blast and a half?" He chuckled, offering his hand to help Dew up. "Those Rituals of theirs are pretty big events now, from what I've heard trickle down."
💧 Against her stubborn nature, Dewdrop took the offered hand. Hoisted up onto her feet. She could use a cigarette already.
"Oh, you know-" Dewdrop straightened her jacket and blew blonde strands from her face. "Either dead or alive." It's a callous way to put it, but a reality she's coming to terms with. Badly. "The shows have been good, though. Growing every album. Infernal songs are blasted everywhere now."
Please help. my son, he has anxiety
"Well!" Lucifer looked up at Dewdrop, smiling that sharp toothed grin of his. "Look who's home! Been a tick, hasn't it? Soooo, how's everything?"
💧 After falling back to Hell practically on her ass, the dark lord was the last person she thought would be waiting. Dewdrop doesn't particularly want to be home. His oceanic eyes surrounded by the sun looked up momentarily, if not to ignore the humor of how short Lucifer came across.
"Everything?" She asked with wide eyes as she looked back to the emperor of Hell. "Fine! Fine, your majesty. I'm fine, they're fine, earth is--" Shit. It's pretty shit. But Lucifer already knew that. "The same. Despite what we've been summoned for."
suffering...
it’s odd, really. you each think you’re so focused on the other, but how much do you really know each other? how much time have you spent together when not working, or bickering, or fleeing from that latest thing that wants to kill you?
so. what are you seeking? the image you’ve each created of the other?
