#final effect

[razieltwelve]

The Hedgehog's Dilemma (Final Effect)

Lord Hedgeborough eyed the pack of snacks. Technically, it wasn't his pack of snacks. It belonged to Jahne.

But was it really that simple?

Averia VII was the empress. Technically, everything in the empire belonged to her in some way or another. That meant the pack of snacks actually belonged to her.

And Averia would definitely have given him the pack of snacks.

Which meant the Lord Hedgeborough could have the snacks.

It was simple logic.

He took the pack of snacks.

X X X

Jahne looked at the pack of snacks. Technically, it wasn't her pack of snacks. It belonged to Lord Hedgeborough.

But was it really that simple?

Averia VII was the empress. Technically, everything in the empire belonged to her in some way or another. That meant the pack of snacks actually belonged to her.

Averia and Jahne were married, so she would definitely have given her the pack of snacks.

Which meant Jahne could have the pack of snacks.

It was simple logic.

She took the pack of snacks.

X X X

Lord Hedgeborough and Jahne were walking from opposite ends of the corridor. They were both headed to the garden where Averia and Claire were enjoying lunch. They both noticed the pack of snacks the other had.

The conclusion was obvious.

The other person was clearly a treacherous cur who had stolen their snacks!

It was simple logic.

X X X

Averia VII tilted her head to one side as her hedgehog and her wife rolled into the garden while squabbling over two packs of snacks.

There was nothing logical about it.

[zephyrchama]

A thin line of table salt adorned the floor in front of your bedroom. You stood behind it and stared at the demons outside of your doorway. They were staring at the salt.

Leviathan laughed. It reminded him of a low-level defense from a tower defense game. "Is that supposed to keep us out? lol."

"Yeah. I think it's working," you said.

Satan put a hand on his hip. As far as he could tell, it was plain old table salt. No magical properties whatsoever. "How so?"

"Well, none of you are crossing it. Clearly, it's having some kind of effect."

Mammon balked. "Obviously, it's because we're respectin' your privacy!" He stood closest to the line, wanting to cross it most of all.

"You're respecting my privacy by... standing right outside my door?"

Mammon opened his mouth to counter, only to come up with nothing. He stood there with his fists clenched. The feather on his belt swayed as he tapped a foot impatiently, causing the nearest salt to shift a little.

The noise annoyed Asmodeus. "Mammon, go walk through the salt."

"Why me!?"

"This is ridiculous." Lucifer crossed his arms. "Clean this up. I don't even want to know how this will damage the floors if you leave it."

"It's not even doing anything," Satan pointed out.

"If it's not doing anything, then one of you should cross it," you suggested.

"Why don't you come out to us?" Belphegor proposed. "There's only one of you, seems more fair."

"Yeah!" Asmodeus took a step away from the salt, careful not to get any on his shoes, and raised his hands. "You can run into my arms if you'd like. I'll be sure to catch you."

Their stubbornness astounded you. "Or... You guys can just admit you don't want to cross this salt."

"It's regular salt." Beelzebub knew exactly what the substance was as soon as he laid eyes on it. Plus, the smell was unmistakable. His claim was irrefutable.

"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Beel. I've seen you eat it many times." You had even taken the bag from the shared kitchen.

"Did you try walking over it?" Leviathan asked. "How are we supposed to cross it if you won't?"

"I don't need to. I'm in my room."

"You should come to our room," Belphegor offered. He was getting tired of standing around.

"Come out this instant," Lucifer ordered.

You thought about it for a whopping two seconds. "I think I'm good. I'll be in my room. If any of you need me, feel free to come in."

You retreated back inside with the rest of the half-empty salt bag. The brothers stared at you with a mix of impatience and disbelief until the wall blocked you from view.

[platypaws]

unmute for a very serious audio design involving very serious voice acting provided by myself (for candace) and @half-deadmagicperson (for the special guest character no spoiler)

pnf revival challenge day 15: Candace!

Hosted by @howtonerdoutovereverything! ✨

It was meant to be a part 2 to this post and I guess it still is but god darn did it escape me, it was fun central over here for like 3 days hsdfgiuhsdfu

[milkywayes]

ONE. LAST. STEP.

revamp of this piece. because I can.

[-> get a print!]

[bopsterlobster]

"This was never your challenge, and I have won."

[evenlyevi]

Nostalgia

[kyalbrownart]

Knock knock, it's Knuckles! 👊💥

[jun-hug]

A final for one of my classes, my profesor said i should post this somewhere :)

words belong to Alanis Obomsawin,

an American-Canadian of Abenaki descent, a documentary filmmaker, though this is not where I first heard them.

When the Last Tree Is Cut Down,

The Last Fish Ate

The Last Stream Poisoned.

You Will Realize That You Cannot Eat Money.

Native American saying, first written in 1972. Still relevant when more than half a century old, and we can see how it manifests itself in real time. I personally came across a version of it in Aurora's song "The Seed," originally titled "Eat Money." Quoting her "It's about human history, about how we've co-existed in the world and how we've forgotten how to live with nature and the power we have."

❗️Do not upload / repost my art anywhere.❗️

[anotherthirstsideblog]

[razieltwelve]

Oops (Final Effect)

“...”

“...”

Her Royal Majesty Elsa I stared at Her Imperial Majesty Averia VII. A gulf of centuries separated them, yet their similarities could not be denied. However, neither of them were focused on that at this particular moment. Instead...

Averia took a deep breath and turned her head. She was still standing between Elsa’s legs. “So... my Aunt Vanille’s descendants are even more troublesome than she is. Can you all leave the room? My wife and I have something to finish. Or rather, my wife has yet to finish.”

The Dia-Farron fled the room, and Averia VII was not far behind them.

Maybe those rumours about the unquenchable thirst of her ancestor were true...

[16th-of-a-twigg]

🔥 reuploading this bloom from last year because I wanted her in my current colouring style, and nothing says I can't do that💅😌 Ko-Fi

[oddfamiliar]

Penny for your thoughts?

[luvlian]

walking down memory lane

[milkywayes]

future operative Lawson after a training session

a fun commission I loved working on! thanks!

[stumbleduponbyaksident]

devs put their whole garrussy into directing him in that scene

[sweetmapple]

What a dashing group, sure hope nothing bad happens to them💞

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