#helluvaverse teasers

[evereverest2]

what do we think of the new episode teasers guys😌

(bonus screenshots i found cute)

[theradiodaemon]

Thank you for the tag @j00d , always appreciated! :) you made me laugh SO hard with your post this morning lol - I apologize that this took so long to post, real world life and work sucks sometimes :P

This week I thought I’d post my other WIP which is yet another comic inspired by a scene from a random B-Movie that I couldn’t help but see Blitz and Stols. Also Stella makes a cameo appearance!

These are just teasers for now as I do have one or two things to finish first! :)

[crackrodent]

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The Other Side of the Bar

Barry's Bar and Grill was always deserted so it was a safe place for Striker when work ran slow. The bartender was quick with the bourbon and for the pride ring the prices were pretty good. It was the only bar in the pride ring to still favor a jukebox over the sports channel. The quiet jazz playing in the background as he walked in wasn’t his cup of tea but it was soothing. He had taken the walk from the door to his stool right at the far right of the bar. He liked being as close to the crusty old oak as he could in case a shootout started. It made sense to have the best vantage point in most bars but this one was simply habitual.

“Just the usual,” Striker felt a pair of eyes on him, and they were not Oli his trusty barkeep. He kept his eyes forward as he waited for his glass. If he didn’t look maybe they would leave.

It didn’t work and the records in the jukebox must be scratched as they sounded distorted. The lighting flickered and a soft green light was the only source of visibility for the second it was all dark.

He gave up and glanced down the bar at the tall sinner standing there. He must have been seven feet tall, seven and a half with his deer antlers and fluffy red ears. He smiled but Striker could see through it right away.

“Drowning your troubles too, pal?” Striker said, putting on his own character if that was the game the man wanted to play.

The yellow teeth of the sinner���s smile exposed themselves more, “No. Just enjoying the radio waves dear fellow. Jazz is always a tasty treat! Don’t you agree?”

“Not usually,” Striker slammed down the rest of his drink and slid the empty glass back to Oli, “But it is growing on me.”

The smile on the other sinner looked more genuine now, “Well, never too late to develop better tastes I do suppose,” He stood up and moved to the stool next to Striker and held out his hand, “Alastor’s the name, but you might know me better by my reputation as the radio demon.”

He was right. He had no fucking idea the radio demon even had a name. He just knew that grumpy ol’ cat kept insisting he would have the money to pay him soon when he would drunk dial him. “Striker,” He shook Alastor’s hand, “I have had some clients inquire about you. Might want to watch out.”

“Oh Husker,” The smiling freak chuckled, “Always a feisty pet.”

“You know he’s tried to get you killed?” Striker said, suddenly wondering why the fuck he would even admit this to begin with.

“Of course! That's just Husker. The real question is if you are going to take him on as a client? He can be very particular I warn you.”

“I might if he can get the money together. He only calls when he’s drunk and broke.” Striker held up a two at Oli, “Something tells me that’s not going to happen though.”

Alastor laughed as he turned to Oli handing the pair their drinks, “Thank you Oli, so well behaved.”

Striker looked up at his trusty bartender, his red eyes looked down at the bar, wiping away nothing. His usual pout had been replaced with a nervous smile. The sinner was owned by the radio demon too. He wanted to talk about anything other than the mess he had started.

“So, what’s earth like?”

Alastor froze momentarily before putting the mask back on. “It was so long ago I was there. It had to be almost a hundred years! I have no idea what it would be like now.” His static laugh sounded even more hollow than before.

“What was it like then? Don’t need to be too exact just,” He paused, thinking, “Was the food better up there?”

“My mother’s jambalaya recipe. Hell is missing a few ingredients. The only earthy treasure I miss.” Alastor’s false confidence was back in full swing.

“Yeah, my mother had some recipes I wish I still had.”

“Not quite the same, having the full recipe and never finding the missing ingredients compared to needing to remember the recipe so you can go collect the ingredients.”

“No, but it might be the closest anyone has ever come to understanding you in a while I’d bet,” Striker slid Oli his dues for the three drinks and a tip for his troubles. “I am sure we’ll meet again Alastor.”

Striker walked out of the bar, leaving Alastor fuming behind the stoic mask he worked so hard to maintain. He hated that Imp for being correct and he hated that he did hope they would meet again soon. Striker was a curious little thing and Alastor almost considered actually paying Husk for a chance to see him again.