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Fuck it. Here is my moth OC art- also look at this cool writing about bastard man Valentino and moth!darling More details about her below

Excuse the last one, lighting is not my strong suit

This is Calliope, she's a moth demon who died very recently. She's in hell despite being a pretty ok person. Sadly she ended up in hell mid-extermination, so her first day was rough to say the least. In life, she was a musician, and died from overdosing on meds to stay awake and focused (like a moth to a flame). Now in hell, she's found a job as a waitress in a bar, doubling as a performer there once or twice a week. Her abilities allow her to create light from her skin and neck fluff, which glows and floats about.

The lights are more like sparkly particles though, despite appearances- being more akin to spores that float about from her wing flaps. Inhaling them brings a heightened level of euphoria. Since the spores originate from her neck fluff primarily, its a LOT stronger in the source there, but when dispersed naturally, it's just a small kick (obviously depending on exposure range and time).

Her powers aren't great offensively, the best she can do is rub her neck real fast and then slap a person in the face, hoping the spores will sedate/distract the person enough to either let her escape or get the upper hand. It IS good for rgb performances though, where the pretty lights get dispersed from her wings and dancing, and make her performances more popular. Aside from the spores, her hair and skin light up in soothing patterns that leave colourful marks if touched (It's pretty to imagine ok?) Which she uses a lot in her performances when she dances.

The clothes she performs is a bit on the revealing end for her, but her boss said it's what gets people returning. She only has neck fluff, but completes the 'costume' with fluff lining her leather jacket cuffs, and fluff lining her short jean shorts (cut off from the final image but, you can imagine). She mostly just wants to make music and survive hell, while maybe making enough to make rent that month. She does a bunch of odd jobs anywhere she can Your honor I love her

As much as I strongly dislike when a series kind of "cages" the self insert/OC potential of its audience, it's becoming pretty clear that there's a certain level of pre-determined-ness to Sinners and their appearances, almost to the point it's vaguely implied entire sections of Pentagram City are like, ethnically/visually distinct and that every character we see fits into some sort of category and resembles other people. There's an Overlord who's a giant raptor dinosaur and there are other dinosaur Sinners (and also she's like the club/rave based overlord and even has a business, Klub Kaiju, interesting). Valentino is a moth and there are other moths and different bugs like spiders. In the most recent episode showing flashbacks of Hell in Alastor's past, there was a past female Overlord who had the same multi-toned angular swirling hair as Velvette does. In Vox's studio in episode two, he has members of staff that are visually similar to his own aesthetic. Even up in Heaven, Angel's sister Molly still has her spider aesthetic with a halo and cherub wings

so, i guess, to go where I'm ACTUALLY going with this post.... Moth Reader who winds up catching Valentino's eyes because "oh wow we're both moths, isn't that cute" and it escalates into him seeing you as his property, ESPECIALLY if you also have weird drugging/pheromone powers like him

Like can you imagine it? You smack down into the city while he's like having lunch at a cafe or his limo is parked at a light and you're standing up all confused and helpless and cute, hugging yourself as you look around this loud violent scary new place, and you two wind up making exact eye contact and he can tell you're crying and scared, easy prey. Could you picture Reader's equivalent of his coat being that you're in a little hoodie or jacket or shawl and it just unwraps while you're sitting with him. Idk. You accidentally inhale some of his smoke and just give a cute little sneeze and your antenna and your wings are all just poofing out, you basically just equipped that shit from your inventory. On the fence if Reader would have chest fur but maybe your hair hair is really big and long and silky

Moth Reader having eye spots on their wings that can lull someone into hypnosis, or you have some sort of pheromone that makes people weak to your demands, maybe even horny for you, like some mind controlling queen bee ordering her drones. Val's in the bathroom and some creep grabs you and all of a sudden your antenna twitch and his face gets hit with a little puff of 'dust' and suddenly he's letting go of you, "oh my gosh sweetie I am so sorry, here, take all the money in my wallet, you deserve it, I'm so sorry queen, I'm gonna go jump into traffic, sorry queen, sorry, sorry, im a worm, sorry, sorry"

Valentino having unique reactions to your "pollen" as another moth or at least an addict with a tolerance. He buries his face in your neck so you "poof" him on purpose and he's just hotboxing your scent and getting high and horny while you're struggling and squealing. He forces you to use your powers on him and others so they can feel happy and high. At some point he may even force you to keep producing the powder so he can sell it as a drug or a product and at that point you're BIG INCOME for him, he might as well carry you around like his personal vape pen

Like. Can you even imagine "oh yeah Im super lucky enough that i have these powers to protect myself and potentially manipulate others" and you think you're safe and untouchable and this man is like using his fucking credit card to shift your powder into lines to snort it like a rail of cocaine. You can turn "normal" Sinners into your helpless pawns but it loses effectiveness the stronger the person is and this man is like HOTBOXING your shit, all but passing out on the couch with you in his arms in pure drug seeking unrestrained bliss. And then he fucks ya cause I mean, it's YOUR fault he's all hot and bothered now isn't it?

Just Reader not even knowing how much danger they're in because you just got here and have no idea who this guy is and you're just spinning around looking at your new appearance and flapping your little wings and maybe you can even float or fly a little bit, all happy, big big smiles, being all "oh my gosh this is so cool, I feel so cute ^^" and you don't even realize you're practically modeling yourself on a runway to one very, VERY interested customer...

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It wasn't a glamorous part of town, none of it was, but humans have always been able to adapt to basically anything.

Daily Fix Bakery, nothing grand, but run by ever kind Mr. Lessow. Plus the bread is cheap.

Mr. Lessow's little shop became a popular spot ever since the war broke out, attracting all kinds of people. "I'll take two sourdough loaves and one pack of rye bread."

Which was good, since his wife was expecting. "Hrmg."

"Good morning Mr. Lessow! Can I get the usual?" The usual was whatever was left behind. Burnt loaves, stale and hard as rock, misshapen and hideous, but it was worth its weight in gold to us.

"Good morning Thomas, right away! I have them right here, give me a second." I've always had a good eye for people. Observant, one might say. Even back then I was certain, he burned a few on purpose. Especially on the days when he was in the back for longer trying to 'find' the bad loaves. He was great like that.

"Here they are! The oven has been fussy lately, so there's a bit more for you to take home! Tell me how much money I owe you, and you can get it half off." It was a regular game Mr. Lessow had come up with, a thinly veiled attempt to teach me how to do math. Eternally thankful for that, especially since there's no way I'd be able to afford the bread otherwise.

I remember staring at those thin metal coins and just hoping that they'd mysteriously add up in my head. Luckily whenever I got stuck, Mr. Lessow would help me.

"7!" He was a good teacher. Even though I couldn't read, I was well on my way to understanding numbers and basic mathematics. A very useful building block.

"Good job! You're such a fast learner!" He gave me something much more valuable than that though, he gave me stability.

"Thomas! Thomas! C'mon! Let's go home!" "Yes yes, don't run too far though, stay where I can see you ok?" "Ok ok!" Mary was always bursting with energy, really the fact that she and Sophia were twins was like comparing night and day.

Wish I could say the same about home. Entering through the bedroom window was usually the best bet, you never knew what was happening in the living room after all.

Well, it was a bedroom in the sense that it was there we slept. Mary and Sophia in one, me and Anthony in the other. That's the plan at least. "Hey guys! We brought back bread from the Daily Fix! Let's eat!"

Even if it wasn't much, I still loved my family. We were there for each other. No where was safer than home.

That was the idea. I only wished that was how it worked in practice.

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Yes yes, you can call me an edgelord, but baby i havent even gotten STARTED yet. Ahahahaha i like hurting thomas :D Its ok though, because he is happier now!

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Almost got everything, just need to remember to get some blood sausages for Master Black and Red.

I did get the spaghetti that Asmodel wanted, but do I have enough? He does like a lot of it...

I remember when Mary and Anthony would run around like that...

By that spot behind the cedar tree, it always felt like our own private world.

and I'd always tell Anthony to slow down, not that it changed anything.

"THOMAS!" And just like clockwork,

I'd always come to their aid.

It wasn't like I hated it. Far from it. I wanted to be someone they could look up. Someone to look to for support. Someone they could trust.

"Wow! You're so strong Mary! Do you think you can walk now? You can? Good job!"

I have to remember to get bread from bakery soon... "Thomaass? Can you carry me on your back?"

"Hm? Yeah sure, but I'm headed to the bakery."

"The Daily Fix?! Are we getting bread?! I call dibs on the best one!"

"Anthony, could you please keep an eye on Sophia?" What Anthony lacked in foresight he made up with hard work. "Anthony, I also wanna be carried."

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Im gonna make a lot of thomas centric comics at this rate so should i give titles? Last comics were the Apostle series after all.... Hmmm...

This one is Background - Siblings (I know, very creative)

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"Have you heard?" The past isn't us for dwell on.

"Brother Thomas has tragically fallen during his mission!" "...What." But how am I meant to move forward?

How am

I meant

to move

Forward?

...Man,

Humans suck.

They took everything, they spat in the face of all we had built. Used your words to create delusions of evil, cloaked in gold. Cruel and terrible, that's what they ar-

"Muriel?"

"Are you ok?"

How am I meant to move forward? Man, Humans suck- Cruel and Terrible- Delusions of Evil - All these thoughts are silenced when I look at you. How? How do you do this to me? So effortlessly? Do you even understand how much you have me wrapped around your finger? How badly I just wanted to hear your voice again?

Say those three little words all that long ago? To hold you in my arms and never let go? You don't even remember and yet here we are again. Right back where we started.

"...Even if it hurt, it shaped you as a person, therefore it has value. I get it." The past isn't for us to dwell on, all that matters is how you move forward.

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I spent an hour rambling about panels for this comic. ._.

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"-and even if it it did hurt me, im still thankful for it somehow. Its proof that I survived."

"If that makes sense?"

"No, I don't get it. Its serious and can't just be brushed aside."

"Well the past isn't for us to dwell on, all that matters is how you move forward."

In that moment, I remember why I first fell in love with you.

Not that you ever noticed.

I didn't want to see you like this though.

Never like this.

"Thomas? What is it? What happened?" Please stop crying.

"It's over! Jesus is dead! Th-They hung him on a cross, Judas betrayed him!"

All that matters is how you move forward, is it?

Damn that's a big rock. No ordinary person would be able to move that.

Good for me that I'm no ordinary person then.

"Thank you brother Muriel for opening the door, I foresaw your arrival."

"Wha- You've been alive all this time?! Do you have any idea how much Thomas your apostles have mourned you?!"

"Where do you think I'm headed?"

"It's rude to leave without a farewell."

"Leave?" Why bother coming back if you are gonna disappear again?

It made Thomas ecstatic though, even if it was only briefly. Jesus left shortly after. Strange man, that one.

Tensions were high after that.

And left you with nothing but scraps.

I remember that evening perfectly, as much as I wish I couldn't. You were headed to India, spreading 'the good word'. You asked me to take care of stuff home, hold down the fort.

I had the perfect opportunity to say it. All of it.

And I didn't.

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I know I'm being irrational.

I know that I'm just grasping straws.

I remember the first time I heard his name,

It's a common name, and he only vaguely resembles him.

And yet, It's like every time I see him,

He looks a little bit more like him.

I remember how he'd talk for hours about everything under the sun,

And I'd listen each time.

Things were different back then. We both were.

I remember you talking about someone, a messiah,

Jesus of Nazerath. An unique human, thats for sure that one. Didn't quite see the familial relation though.

you were always so starstruck with his miracles. I always wondered how'd react if you knew what I was.

Would you even believe me? You were always so stubborn, yet so eager to learn...

a trait you seen to have carried with you...

I'm being a fool.

Things are different now.

You're different now.

"It just lines up too well to be a coincidence!" Everything has changed.

I can't keep holding onto the past. It's not the same.

Sigh, I have to go talk to the kid. The current one. Not the- I'm not finishing that thought.

Thomas is a common name.

Humans often look alike.

Being eager isn't a rarity.

And yet...

I can't help,

But feel like,

Nothing

Has changed

At All.

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I keep. Forgetting. To post this. (its very old art at this point)

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Old af melanie drawing, but hey, at least i can tell ive gotten better

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Thomas in casual clothes

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Rp scene illustrated

bonus! Orange suffering :D

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Orange is theorizing

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Thomas at 3 stages of life

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tip tap tip tip

sigh

typing stops, camera pans to the letter

paper crinkling sound

d e t e r m i n a t i o n

"That's it! I quit!"

"Im gonna start a new life! Unburdened by modern corporate capitalism! Ill do you right grandpa!"

"Can I join?"

haHA have YET ANOTHER COMIC, this one about the plot origin of our sdv game! Hot minor wife may OWN the farm but i take care of the kids so who's really running the show?

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Sdv sketches: if we swapped roles

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how dense does this kid think i am? "uh... huh."

As he left for the game room he wanted to cast a look back at Black, but thought against it as he'd probably just be face to face with a murderous glare.[And good thing he didn't look back, because he heard a loud shattering noise from behind him, the distinct sound of a wine glass breaking in somebody's hand.]

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