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Juliet, a warrior princess :-P

Inspired by this post form @vaicomcas, although, as usual, I’ve strayed far enough for the original idea to be barely recognisable.

 I was going to give her darker skin with glowing patterns via image editor, but by that time it didn’t look quite right 🙄

However, her name is still Juliet😝

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A very late entry for @juliet-hellhound-week . It didn't turn out the way I wanted.

Juliet looking for Papa at his old palace, which has been abandoned and overgrown.

(The foliage and the weeds are white because Juliet, just as some animals, demons and angels, sees infrared wavelengths invisible to humans; and the high-water content of leaves reflect those wavelengths strongly.)

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Thank you, everybody!!

Juliet Week has finally wrapped up. Thank you for sticking through all the delays— next year will be more organized, i promise!

✨ 🐾 💕And thank you to everybody who participated and reblogged!! We had some INCREDIBLE things this year!!! ✨ 🐾 💕

And, still keep your eyes peeled— a couple people (myself included lol) have projects in the work for late submission! :)

Thanks again, everyone!! We love you!!

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Juliet Appreciation Week

It’s that time once again. The @juliet-hellhound-week has given us prompts to allow our muses to run amuck with stories and art for the Juliet Appreciation Week.

First up is chapter 1: Superstition

Enjoy!

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Little something inspired by by drawings for today's prompt

Day 7 Prompt Shadow

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Wow! Its already day 7!! Lets hit off the last day of our wonderful event with the prompt:

Day 7: Shadow!!

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Juliet Appreciation Week

It’s that time once again. The @juliet-hellhound-week has given us prompts to allow our muses to run amuck with stories and art for the Juliet Appreciation Week.

First up is chapter 1: Superstition

Enjoy!

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Get ready to lurk in some dark and damp corners…..

It’s Day 6: Dungeon!!

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Proud to present the art for, “Wherefore art thou, Juliet” my collaboration with the lovely hectatess for the 2025 Crowley Reverse BigBang, just in time for Juliet hellhound week!

Crowley comes home to find, well actually not find Juliet. His precious hound has gone!

His hunt for her leads him around the world where he meets several individuals who show him that the reason Juliet took off, lies with him.

Go read it on AO3 on Saturday 31st May

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65994292/chapters/170039149o

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Juliet Appreciation Week

It’s that time once again. The @juliet-hellhound-week has given us prompts to allow our muses to run amuck with stories and art for the Juliet Appreciation Week.

First up is chapter 1: Superstition

Enjoy!

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Juliet

My contribution to Juliet Hellhound Week! @juliet-hellhound-week

I’m sick so I don’t feel like doing the whole AO3 thing tonight but I’ll make an update when I do post it there! I’ve had this written for so long now waiting for the perfect time and it would kill me to miss my deadline after waiting all year, so I can at least post it here lol. Please enjoy!

Prompt: time

Word count: 745

Summary: Freshly demonized Crowley meets a familiar pup while doing his assigned duties.

Warnings: non-graphic people/animal death

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Cleaning out the dog kennel. A fitting first job for any freshly twisted soul looking to climb their way out of the busywork and into the soul-dealing business.

Making deals was by far the most lucrative gig. Souls were powerful and any demon who could hold onto enough “people skills” to bring in new ones could make their time in hell a lot more heavenly.

But it certainly wasn’t the most dignified way to start… maintaining and cleaning up the world’s worst pound. Along with their aggression, proportionally hellish excrement, and nippy puppies with razor blade fangs, they also made a much bigger mess at lunchtime… the gore and viscera took forever to clean up and the dog chow always begged for mercy the exact same way. But if he could make connections, train a few hounds, schmooze a little…

If he was going to be convincing anyone to sell their soul, surely he could convince a few of these idiots to let him try.

He himself had been one of those desperate lowlifes, so who better to manipulate more into trading away their most valuable asset? He knew exactly how to get under their skin, make them believe it was their only choice, and trick them into believing that whatever they sought in their short time on earth was more important than the way they spent their afterlife.

Plus, he has always liked dogs. So what if he lost a few fingers here and there? He planned on getting a more permanent, attractive, classy vessel later anyway…

Today, however, was a day he hadn’t been looking forward to. Demon or not, he took a lot more pleasure in torturing a human than doing this joyless task. Maybe hurting smaller creatures would have been satisfying as a human, but he had much better subjects for that purpose now. The category of “smaller creatures” had become a lot bigger as he gained more power. Now he could appreciate a different kind of power… one that didn’t need to rely on being bigger and stronger.

He checked the first pen on the list. Litter of five, born four weeks ago. A Rottweiler inspired breed. He didn’t need to look very hard to see that they were all perfectly up to standards. Active, hungry, and already growing up to his knees. They would be much, much larger than their canine counterparts.

The next pen, litter of six, born two days ago. This needed more delicate attention. It felt cruel to judge them at this age, but when had he ever really cared about being cruel? He didn’t *care*… it just rubbed him the wrong way. Two were sickly, while the rest nursed happily. He tried his best to take pleasure in his duty.

It went like this for half a dozen more pens before he started to near the end of the nursery.

Litter of seven, born three days ago. Their mother was a champ, one of the big-wigs favorites. Each fat, black little body squirmed against her as they each tried to get their breakfast. She eyed him wearily as he approached and crouched down to pick up the first.

He gave her an apologetic look, “just doing my job, mate.”

She huffed and laid back down with the canine-equivalent of an eye-roll. Damn, even this dog thought she was better than him. And, in terms of importance, she currently was.

He checked each puppy individually, making sure they were up to snuff. Six healthy, vocal, energetic boys.

Finally he got to the last and immediately noticed the girl was a bit less heavy than her brothers. Just a bit… but enough to be a problem. She whined a bit in his hand as he stood but didn’t yap, which he was grateful for.

He hesitated. This really was awful work…

But she licked his hand with a tiny blood red tongue and he sighed in resignation, setting her back down in the pen with her fellow hellspawn.

He checked it off the list and departed, deciding that he would make sure that she passed the next inspection.

No need to waste a perfectly good hound. It was just good genetics going to waste. Three days…

She never even had a chance.

At least let her prove herself first.

And who knows, maybe he’ll be promoted fast enough to get his own hound soon. Maybe…

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Invisible Lake of Hell

Alright! Just when you think I couldn't be more ridiculous after the nail-trimming fic...

Please enjoy my photorealistic drawing of Juliet relaxing on an inflatable ducky on the invisible lake in hell;

Which Crowley's R&D demons made using sulfur hexafluoride SF6 (something obviously is plentiful in Hell), a colorless, odorless gas which is more dense than air, and also, has the added benefit of making one's voice super deep.

@juliet-hellhound-week, day 3: invisible

I wanted to draw Juliet swimming backstroke in the invisible lake of Hell but that's beyond my abilities :)

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My 1st contribution to the @juliet-hellhound-week , I have a few more ideas, but I will be slow to post them. I had a horrible paper today and am sick for literally no reason, so if there are any mistakes please forgive me I will come back and sort them when I feel better but I wanted to get this out and needed some distraction. I am yet to completely catch up on all the amazing work everyone has done but from what have been seeing it’s a blast

This was inspired by this illustration from @vaicomcas and my little HC that hellhounds don't much like water insted treat lava as water

Day 4; Prompt Vacation

Juliet ran her eyes fixed on a little ledge a short distance further, her paws skipping on the dark rocky surface below her. She used the low elevation to throw herself upwards, and disappeared in the warm smoke. The hound stretched her legs and arched her back, absolutely in love with the air rushing through her fur. She curled her body in a sleek figure and landed in the pool of lava with a small splash.

The hounds from her pack, who had gathered around the pool cheered till she broke back to the surface.

Their Papa had wanted to take a break from all the administrative work of Hell he was catching up on and the hounds were more than happy to join him and run amok wherever he decided to take a breather.

So while Crowley strolled the sandy beaches of Hawaii and took much needed rest, his pack of hellhounds took it upon themselves to scare away or fest on, depending on their mood, disrespectful tourists. But watching humans playing in water made them enjoy similar games, papa helpfully pointed the hounds towards the volcanoes around the islands.

Juliet felt like a little pup running with her pack through the grey clouds surrounding the mountains disappearing and reappearing to scare the younger members of the pack. She even managed to give ever calm imogen a start with some help from Friar.

The hounds who were already swimming in the lava pool took the chance to splash at her while she was shaking herself from the molten earth clinging to her. Juliet struggled to stead her body before retaliating at them.

She found herself calming a nearby rock to lay on soon enough, the warmth from her surroundings and sounds her pack members lulled her to sleepy haze. Juliet must have drifted off, because the next thing she became aware of was familiar fingers stroking her fur softly. The hound raised her head to look at her Papa, he had dressed down to a soft black shirt and plain pants, and was listening to Charlotte’s proposal of a diving place near the lake in Hell. That’s why she loved Charlotte, Juliet had been planning to do just that as soon as she could. Instaed she bumped her Papa’s hand once and curled back closer to him again.

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It’s already day 5 of Juliet Week!! And today we got a deliciously ~weird~ prompt!

Day 5: Time

Get ready to possibly see some au’s! Or perhaps time travel! Or maybe… does Juliet experience time differently?!

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Some doodles of Juliet and Crowley going to the beach, riding a roller coaster, and camping!

For Day 4: “Vacation” of @juliet-hellhound-week :)

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Juliet Appreciation Week

It’s that time once again. The @juliet-hellhound-week has given us prompts to allow our muses to run amuck with stories and art for the Juliet Appreciation Week.

First up is chapter 1: Superstition

Enjoy!

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Crowley's RV