curseanon

[curseanon]

End Of The World

I know the feeling.

[curseanon]

It's been a long time since I've drawn from this AU and since it's almost a tradition to make a family portrait-esque drawing when you have a charlastor fankid I finally wanted to make one of my own too hehe

[curseanon]

messy garcy thing from a while back, figured id at least clean it up a bit since i doubt ill finish it :’)

[curseanon]

flynn lifting lucy out of the lifeboat from 2x06 ❤️❤️

thank you @twilight-deviant for the idea!

[curseanon]

What made you jump ship from Wy/att and Lucy to Flynn and Lucy?

The whole Jessica coming back to life thing.

Wyatt dealt with his feelings about Jessica/Lucy in a very poor manner. He chose Jessica but won’t let Lucy go, and gets angry when he feels she’s moving on. He wants them both but he can’t have them both and he couldn’t deal with that fact like an adult. Instead he came off as a whiny and entitled teenager.

The show introduces us to Wyatt through his wife and his mission to save her. Jess is such a huge part of his season 1 plot and she’s the core of his character. (Almost every conversation he has is about Jess and he mentions her at least once an episode in season 1.) She deserved more care and respect from the writers. Everyone saw the Rittenhouse twist a mile away (it’s been done twice with Lucy already, with her mom and dad) and yet the writers still chose to go there. It felt like the writers had to make Jess a villain so they could write a breakup between Wyatt and Jess where he didn’t come off as the asshole who leaves his (previously totally devoted to) wife for another woman. If they were going to insult Jess like this they never should have brought her back in the first place. As I said we were introduced to Wyatt through his fight for his wife and that was the reason I loved him so much. By corrupting his relationship with his wife they effectively destroyed anything I liked about Wyatt. And I saw through the writers whole “oh, poor Wyatt trapped with his evil monster wife :(” schtick.

Wyatt was skirting around adultery all of season 2 but never actually committed to it because he’s “such a good guy”. And then when Wyatt found out Jess was Rittenhouse at the very end of the episode he tells Lucy he loves her. That means only a few hours later. That’s fast as fuck for just losing your wife and it gave me the impression he was just waiting for an excuse to run back to Lucy.

Wyatt made Rufus’s death about his feelings for Lucy. Everyone is traumatized and Lucy is beaten and broken (physically and emotionally) and Wyatt just had to tell Lucy he loved her. And notice how Lucy did not respond (although the viewers know she loves him) and instead redirects the conversation back to Rufus (”I can’t believe he’s gone”) because she literally cannot handle the conversation at the moment. She’s too fucked up, so much as happened and she’s drained. 

Which brings me to my final point: season 2 simply revealed to me that Wyatt’s love for Lucy is selfish. He doesn’t think about how it affects Lucy or Jess. He doesn’t have tact to know when to just let something go. He only thinks about himself and what he wants and feels. And I hate it.

One of the season finale spoilers was that Flynn or Wyatt will witness a moment between the other man with Lucy and will be the bigger person and not interrupt. I thought it was going to be Wyatt because he has been selfish all of season 2 and it would be growth for him to once in his life not insert himself into Lucy’s. And it turned out to be Flynn! Which I was not expecting at all because Flynn had continuously throughout season 2 removed himself from the situation when Lucy and Wyatt were having a moment. He never interrupted or interfered and so it’s not exactly groundbreaking for him to continue that behavior in the finale.

There’s so many things I hate about how Wyatt interacts with Lucy but this is all I’ve got off the top of my head. (There’s definitely more.) And I really did love them in season 1. I’m especially mad because so much has happened but the writers seem to be trying to pretend everything is the same between seasons 1 and 2. Pretending like Wyatt’s wife isn’t alive and pregnant. Pretending that Lucy/Wyatt are still an option. It’s just insulting to Lucy. She deserves better.

Like how is it supposed to end at this point? Jessica “tragically dying” (AKA getting the fuck outta the way for Lucy) and Lucy raising her child with Wyatt? No thanks.

EDIT: I just realized I never mentioned Flynn in this answer, and I think that’s because me disliking Lyatt now has nothing to do with Flynn. I have always enjoyed Garcy’s dynamic since season 1 and a few choice scenes in season 2 made me realize their feelings are beginning to shift to romance. And I’m a huge slut for slow-burns, and I love all their scenes, so naturally I began to ship them as well. :)

[curseanon]

There's this photo of a stag and a doe going around on twitter/bluesky atm and have seen two people redraw it as charlastor and like 4 more expressing wanting to do the same so it might become a trend... I couldn't resist doing the same, it's so fun

[curseanon]

Ruddy Hotel

(Hazbin Hotel Swap AU - Part 4)

Close ups and some characters' information

Bonus: Eden trio and Eve doodle

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 5)

[curseanon]

Hazbin Hotel (AU) - The Executioner Chapter 1 - The Origin

[curseanon]

Canonical Abel revealed!

With the official post of the series revealing Abel's design and color palette, many artists will keep their designs in their respective AU (Alternative Universe). I will do the same, this will probably be applied to Cain as well.

Remembering that this is not a criticism of the original. I just don't want to discard my design.

Post:

[curseanon]

“What did you do?” Adam asked.

Cain—his first born, the first ever born—looked at him with eyes wide and terrified. Adam’s eyes, Eve would say, the same brown of rich, rain-watered soil.

“I don’t know,” Cain said. “I don’t- Dad, I don’t know. Why won’t he wake up?”

Cain’s lip trembled, hands clasped tightly together, tears welling and falling in great fat drops. He was still so young, younger than Adam had ever been. His knees were knobbly and his wrists thin and he barely came up to Adam’s chin. Big enough to work, to till the fields and pull the weeds and harvest the crops, but small enough to curl tight in his mother’s arms when lightning cracked the sky.

On the ground was Abel, even younger yet. He tended the flocks and kept watch for anything that might want to harm them. He was good with them—gentler than Adam understood, though Eve told him to let him be. Even now several sheep creeped closer, braying nervously at the sharp scent of iron.

Abel was still shorter than Eve. He had a gap in the far back of his mouth where the last of his molars had popped out only a handful of days before. He had freckles that showed up in the summer sun, as if he had grown them there, all over his face and shoulders and arms.

“Dad, what do I do? What can I-?”

Abel’s eyes were open, looking to the sky that they so resembled, but they didn’t see anything. Somehow, Adam knew. Abel wouldn’t see anything ever again.

Adam hadn’t known that they could die. Humans, that was. Adam hadn’t known that Humans could die. How could he?

He’d suspected, of course. He bled when he was cut just like the animals he’d learned to butcher for their fat and meat and skin. He grew weak when they had little food to come by, they all had fallen ill a time or two, he’d watched as Eve lost what would have, otherwise, turned into a child. It wasn’t a shocking conclusion to reach, but he’d never known for certain. Not like he did now.

Adam fell to his knees, hands helplessly cradling Abel’s face. His son, his body, his baby-

There was so much blood, comign from the cracked-open place in Abel’s brown hair. It dyed his curls slick black, spilling down his neck. The soil was covered in it. This place would be stained for days—weeks, maybe even months—just as the place they slaughtered the livestock was marked as a place of death.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do. I’m sorry.” Cain was sobbing, hiccuping over his words and gasping for breath.

Adam’s vision was blurring as his own tears came. Abel’s face felt rubbery and wrong underneath his hands. Lifeless.

This was wrong. This shouldn’t have happened. This should never happen. Abel was so young, had so much more to live. He would keep growing—maybe until he was taller than not only his mother but Adam too—and he would continue to tend the flocks like personally tending to the lambs that fell ill with sudden weakness and some day he would have his own children because that’s how it worked, how God had told them it worked and He never lied.

“D-Dad, say something, please. Daddy, say something!”

Cain was his son, too. The first Human ever born when Adam and Eve still struggled to provide even the most basic needs for themselves. He was a good boy—always so helpful, always so smart. He knew when food ran low, when the well pulled up dry, when the hearth burnt out, that it wasn’t easily fixed and so he didn’t complain and tried his hardest to make it better, somehow. He was a good son. 

So why had he done this?

“What happened?” Adam asked, still looking at those glassy blue eyes.

“I-” Cain stuttered, like he didn’t expect to be asked. “We went to bring out sacrifices to God. I brought what extra I had grown and Abel slaughtered a goat—the little one, with the limp. God accepted the goat but He…He said I was to do better.”

God was like that sometimes, Adam knew. He didn’t know why, maybe He just liked meat better than grains and fruit. 

Each time they had to butcher even a chicken Abel got—had gotten—upset. When they slaughtered the goats and sheep and cattle he always cried, but they needed to eat and God needed to be praised and worshiped.

“He- He always says that, but I give Him everything. I’ve always set aside the sweetest fruit, the finest wheat, the very best of the lot. I make sure to give Him everything Mom thinks we can spare—sometimes even more because I don’t want to disappoint Him.”

Cain sounded desperate. Like he needed Adam to understand.

“What happened?” Adam repeated. His voice thundered, and he saw Cain’s feet stumble back. Some part of Adam was distraught at having incited such a fearful reaction, but some other part nearly reveled in it.

“I was just so angry,” Cain said, sounding miserable and defeated and small. “It isn’t fair Abel is always getting praised when he’s choosing the weakest and worst of what he has. I didn’t…I wanted him to hurt but not this badly.”

“Wasn’t,” Adam said.

He was shaking, but not from cold or fear. Rage coursed through him like it never had before—not even when Lilith left him, or when he’d bitten into the Fruit and understand what they had just been tricked into doing, or when God had cast them from Eden.

“What?” Cain asked. He still sounded so small, like he was Seth’s age instead of nearly fifteen. Maybe even younger than that.

“It wasn’t fair. Abel was getting praised.”

“No! No, Dad, he isn’t- I didn’t-”

He understood what he’d done. He probably had since the very start, or close to it. He was never stupid.

“He is,” Adam said, and finally looked at Cain.

Cain looked lost. Frightened, in many ways, like every single thing he knew had been upended and scattered. Adam…couldn’t feel much of anything.

“He can’t be,” Cain said, a plea like a prayer. “I didn’t mean it.”

“He is. He’s dead. You killed him.”

“No,” Cain wept. “No!”

Adam was standing. His hands were covered in his son’s blood, his son who lay dead on the ground at his feet. Cain shrank away from him, like-

Like he was afraid Adam might kill him.

“Leave,” Adam said.

Cain sobbed. “No, Daddy, please- I didn’t know! I didn’t know!”

“Leave!” Adam shouted. “You killed him! Get away from here, get out!”

Cain tripped over his feet, scrapped a knee and both palms in the dirt. And then he ran.

Adam watched until he left the field they had tended together, that Adam had first sowed when Cain was first learning to wobble on chubby legs. He watched as he tore through the brush and sharp brushes, until he lost sight of his hair and brown tunic, until he couldn’t hear him in the forest. He stayed there, staring off into the space where he had gone, until a small lamb brayed near his feet.

The creature had crept closer to him and its fallen favorite master. It bleated at the boy crumpled to the earth, clean white wool coming nearer and nearer to being stained by the blood congealing in Abel’s clothes.

“Fuck,” Adam said. His boy—his boys. Cain and Abel, the first two and then only two for several grueling years. One always coming right after the other.

Hadn’t Eve seen this coming? Had a dream so terrible it woke her in the night with a start so strong it had woken Adam, too? She’d begged him to help them, their two eldest children, to prevent the animosity she knew was brewing.

Adam hadn’t believed her, not really. The boys adored each other, it was plain as day to see. Still, she had insisted and it wasn’t that bad of an idea to separate their area of work. Perhaps it would be best, in the long run, for Cain to know as much as he could about farming the earth and for Abel to know how best to tend to their animals. A downright practicality. Up until this moment, had Eve come to him again with her concerns, he didn't think he would have believed it. 

Even now, even after all this…he couldn’t actually believe that the two hated each other. Certainly not their sweet, gentle Abel and their thoughtful, dedicated Cain. Not when the roughest tumble they’d gotten into before had only resulted in bruises because they’d accidentally fallen from the river bank they’d been walking near. Not when Adam had watched Cain rise from the bed he and Abel shared with their youngest brother, delicately extracting himself from the tangle of limbs so as to not wake the others, only this morning. 

“Fuck!” Adam yelled, tears falling hot and fast.

It was frighteningly easy to gather Abel into his arms. To carry his limp little body back to the house—back to his bed, his mother, their hearth.

“Adam?” came Eve, as he entered their little yard. “What- no, no!”

She must’ve thought he was carrying something else, at least for a moment, but the instant she realized her scream was shrill enough to send the chickens flying to the trees.

“No, no, my baby, my baby,” she cried, running to Adam as if she could take the weight all unto herself. “No, please, this can’t- oh!”

From where Eve had come was Seth, only seven and still little enough to cling to his mother’s legs when uncertain. He looked very much like he would like to do just that, now, old enough to understand that he wouldn’t be able to. Not when Eve wept as she did, not when Adam’s face was wet, not when Abel was limp and Cain was nowhere to be found.

Eve crumpled to her knees, taking Adam down with her. Her arms crossed beneath his. Between them they cradled Abel, so small and so young and so very dead.

~~~

A/N: Full disclaimer I did in fact write this because I watched Hazbin Hotel. Yes, it did surprise me that such a stupid little show (that I have semi-complicated opinions about but did enjoy watching) inspired something like this. I don't think it's strongly related to Hazbin Hotel in any way, though it could be if I was actually interested in expanding it (and I'm not really). There is non-negligible impact from Supernatural and Good Omens in this as well.

Ao3 link if you're interested.

[curseanon]

Original song - I Always Wanted A Brother (From "Mufasa: The Lion King")

[curseanon]

Found this really cool looking guitar on pinterest and thought Abel would look cute with it

[curseanon]

Why Chapter 39 of My Immortal was due to an actual hacker

After considering some findings, I’m confident in this theory. And thus, I’m confident anyone who claims to be Tara Gilesbie while claiming the hacked chapter was faked is not being honest. Below I will explain why I believe so and how I came across this information in the first place.

All this was from a long chain of breadcrumbs. Let’s go back… all to the mid 2000s in the LiveJournal days when Tara Gilesbie had a dedicated fan club.

The Tara Gilesbie Fan Club

One thing that particularly stuck out was members mentioning finding Tara through IMDb. Yes, you heard right.

[Image description: Two comments on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club LiveJournal.

The first is from ‘golden_helikaon’ on 2008-01-19 writing, “I found it on the Order of the Phoenix IMDb board. There were several long threads dedicated to ripping her apart with every new chapter.”

The second comment is from ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2008-01-20 writing, “It was almost 2 years ago and I’ve told this story many times. I knew Tara a month before My Immortal was published. It was on IMDb’s board for My Chemical Romance. When the story came out I knew about it but didn’t pay attention because I wasn’t into HP at the moment. Then, like icarus_malfoy wrote, there were the threads about her and that’s when my interest started. There were also another troll on the His Dark Materials…” (Image cuts off.) End description.]

According to this, Tara Gilesbie was already tyrannizing the internet before she posted My Immortal. This actually is very consistent with the fact “Tara Gliesbie is totlly Gottik” was a petition that existed in November 2005. (My Immortal was posted in March 2006.)

This IMDb profile seemed very intriguing. It hasn’t been mentioned much, and isn’t considered to be official by most people. Was it a legitimate account? If so, was there gothicness we were deprived of all along? I searched to try find out more about it, hoping screen captures or something would turn up. Luckily, one of the same members copied and pasted Tara’s bio in another comment.

[Image description: A comment on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by ‘heartdreamerz’ on 2007-05-05 writing, “All her posts are deleted now. I can still visit her profile because she’s on my friend list. Her bio:

‘hi im tara. im a goth (n prode!). i have died blak hair n blu eyez. i wer eyeliner a lot of da time. i hav a bf. his naym is justin. he rox! i liv in Dubia.

likz: eyliner, goffik makep, beng goffik, GOOD CHRALOTTE, death, sleting my rists, drak colorz, hot topik _

dizliks: beng alive, bo, pop music, brite colors, pink, brabie, hiraly doof da music i lik: linen prak, GOOD CHRELOTE, evinezenz, simpl plan, akon, arvil levine, blink-183, panik! at da disko, foll oot boi, mcr. HIRALY DOOF IS A PSR!

fav moviez: when a stranger kallz, da grudge, da grudge 2, korps bird, da nitemare b4 krismas, da ring 2, da ring, shrak attak, undreworld 2, da texas chonsow massakre da bogenning ps 2 all da prepz nd pozers tryin 2 diz me u r jus jeloz!!!! so yolsentik nd hartdremer u kan go fok ur momz 4 al i ker ok U SUK!!!111′

I feel so special to be personally insulted by her on her profile.” End description.]

People like to copy & paste things stupid things to laugh at all the time (no offense Tara), so I thought: why not Google some of the bio? Maybe whoever did that posted additional stuff.

And it worked! (I found more content from Tara’s supposed IMDb, but more on that for a different post.)

When searching the bio, a Reddit thread about Rose Christo popped up.

During Rose Christo’s brief reign, a user said Rose’s claims seemed to check out. This user actually happens to be the same commenter, Heartdreamerz, in the LiveJournal thread. (Which makes sense, considering she’s the one who originally had the bio I was searching.) 

If you don’t feel like clicking the Reddit link, basically she confirmed Rose’s claim that two Filipino users from the forums hacked the account.

Because of Heartdreamerz’ long involvement in My Immortal and the fact she never claimed to be Tara or Raven, I take a lot of trust in her word.

Heartdreamerz linked the FF.net profile of the original hacker: Coruscate Corruption.

Looking up “Coruscate Corruption” had me come across this from the Live journal fan club, which implies that there were two hackers.

[Image description: post on the Tara Gilesbie Fan Club Livejournal by ‘nicespice’ on Dec. 28th, 2006, writing,

“Just a little thing I drabbled down. Hope it’s not too horrible. What do you think?

There is an evil on FF.net and All who encounters it feels their Respiratory system give out And become too scared to scream.

Gruesome, it is. The anti-christ fanfiction, My Immortal, written by a total idiot. Does she Leave you to cry tears of blood, because I have before. EarnestInBerlin and Coruscate Corruption, the hackers, Sought to bring My Immortal redemption. Too Bad the real Tara had to come back so soon to ruin the fun. I wish she had at least continued her story, I look at her fic Everytime I go online, wishing she’d just update so I could laugh at…

Tara Gilesbie.” End description.]

While searching “Coruscate Corruption”, a few posts popped up from a forum for The Bartimaeus Sequence called Bartiforums.

[Image description: Two images showing 3 forum posts by Mwamba.

The first post was a reply to, “Mwamba, how did you crack both passys? Just guessing or what?”

On December 8th 2006, Mwamba replied, “Tara’s was just pure luck. It didn’t take long to get. The password was tara. snorts Post’s was just guessing too, but I remembered when his passy was cracked on here, so I tried out the same password. It worked. Oh yeah, and I wrote a fanfic for Post, it’s a rip off of Tara’s story, but meh.”

The last two posts were made on January 14th, 2007. The second post wrote, “It was me. I had complete control for two days. And then EarnestInBerlin had to hack in too and change the password. But then she told what it was and then the real Tara had to come back and rechange her passy so nobody could get in. But that’s old news. That account is most certainly not mine. I could not continue that fic for 39 chapters, I’d get bored after the first fifteen.”

The third post wrote, “ Shrug It doesn’t matter. Call me whatever. Though if I have to pick, I suppose you can call me by my FF.net name, Coruscate Corruption. What book category are you writing this fic in? Just curious.” End description.]

Chapter 39 was posted late November 2006, so that first post was only a few weeks after it happened.

The password was “tara”… does that ring a bell at all?

[Image description: A screencap from Rose Christo’s now-deleted blog. It says, “And My Immortal? You can come to your own conclusions. This was really never about the fic; it was the marketing team at SMP that decided to make My Immortal the main part of the story. Our email address was gofikchick@hotmail.com and our password was tara?” End description.]

– Rose Christo’s claim before deleting

You may be asking, “Rose Christo? The woman who lied about her family, being Native American, and writing My Immortal to sell a book?” Yes, that Rose Christo. Yes, she was a fraud and a scammer, but she peppered in some little-known true details to make her claim seem more legit. For instance, she talked about a Voldemort rper in the reviews, and that ended up being true. You can actually find this Voldemort reviewer in the web archives of Raven’s stories. (Apparently, that Voldemort even came out and said “hey, that’s me!” Cannot find it unfortunately.)

Keep in mind the only way I found any of this was because Rose Christo made that claim. Without it, Heartdreamerz wouldn’t have made that post that led to Coruscate Corruption and those posts on Bartiforums. It’s possible Rose somehow came across the same information I did, but it’s more likely she was there. Rose Christo may not be the author of My Immortal, but it was likely she was a spectator as it all went down. (As I was a spectator for Rose’s ordeal when it all went down.)

Since it was said the hackers posted on the fanfiction forums, I sought to find it by searching “Tara”, “My Immortal”, etc. on FFnet’s search. The posts are unfortunately long gone, but there is a surviving forum called “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!”

[Image description: A screencap of “My Immortal Forum Tara Gilesbie is a genius!” from Fanfiction net. Someone named Ebony Dark’ness wrote, “I have personally logged on to Tara’s account when her password was revealed after she got hacked.” End description.]

TL;DR: Multiple, separate people made consistent claims over the span of years. Because of this, I personally believe Tara’s account was legitimately hacked. Since this is at odds at Todd/Toby in his authorship claim saying the hacking was faked by him, he is likely lying about being the author.

(Sources/links will be added in a reblog.)

[curseanon]

i know eve probably isn’t in heaven but i wish she was so bad because their dynamic would literally be this

[curseanon]

mutual feelings

[curseanon]

Adam’s tired of having to replace furniture T.T

[curseanon]

End Of The World

I know the feeling.