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Sir Pentious and the bad bitch he (accidentally) pulled by being silly.

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VOX REDESIGNN 💙❤️

Wanted to add more shark into it because apparently he takes inspiration from them? Regardless I love how this one turned out

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Consider this- selkie Adam 👀

I’m feeling adamsapple on this one or maybe guitargates since Peter was a fisherman

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Participating in Doe Lucifer Week over on Bluesky!!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66084301

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Goatcifer for the win lol

Using cutie patootie privileges to get attention

I’m always so down for an animal lover Adam

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"Oh, Consent? Yeah, that's a fun place!" Asphodel agreed with a laugh. "But, uh, that's back in Pentagram City, and I think you ought to lay low for a bit...?" she suggested gently. "Your dad is probably looking for you...we're safe here but we might get into trouble in the city."

Melisende narrowed her eyes. "I don't need you bringing trouble here..."

Blood on the Run

Three days passed while Lenard laid unconscious, recovering from the trauma; both recent and that which had been building up over the last decades. Eventually his coma turned to slumber and although he was frequently restless, he clearly needed the sleep.

Asphodel spent much of her waking hours never leaving his side except to attend to some of her own duties and to get food, and she would in fact sleep on a pallet they had moved into the room they'd set aside for him. The bed was large enough for both of them, but she did not want to disturb him or to presume on his consent.

At this moment she was sitting a chair pulled up to the head of his bed, occasionally glancing up from her book to gaze at him in concern. If he did not wake up soon they would need to start trying to feed him...but maybe it was best that he slept while his body tried to get over his addiction? Surely he'd be suffering if he was awake...she put her book down on her lap and turned to the nightstand to pick up the damp cloth, dipping it in the still warm water and wringing it out before wiping his forehead again.

"Any sign that he's waking up anytime soon? I still have questions for him, dear."

Ashopdel looked up towards the door. Standing in the doorway was her surrogate mother and the Overlord in charge of the settlement. Melisende Sentinal; she had been a vampire before being slain in 1808 and had been a sinner in hell for over 200 years.

Melisende was much shorter than the average sinner at 5’3” but she carried herself with confidence and high boots. She was as pale skinned as when she was alive, the pallor barely warmer than that of a corpse. She had vivid dark red eyes with a darker sclera and a slit pupil; similar to her vulpine features were the ink black vulpine ears on her head and her matching tail, Her equally dark hair, black with red highlights was pulled back in a dragon braid. Her legs were digitigrade and ended in paws although she usually wore thigh-high boots. She had a pair of smooth crimson horns sprouting from the crown of her head and curving back and they ended in blackened tips. She had carved into the base of each horn her old family emblam.

As usual she was wearing what amounted to a glorified brassiere and a micro-mini skirt over a garter belt (when she didn't even wear garters), and she was not in the least ashamed of her many scars, especially the most prominent across her abdomen from her death. Her wings, an angelic variety with feathers in a gradient from a pale rose pink to a darker reddish-gray, were currently folded away and transformed into a mink-like jacket, the kind rich debutantes might wear.

"Oh, Meli...he's...stirring more. His consciousness is nearer to the surface with every hour that passes, I'm certain he'll awaken soon." Asphodel replied softly.

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It time for artist to sign up!! And oh boy, do we have some absolutely breathtaking fics being worked on!!

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Asphodel laughed and nodded as she let Lenard pull her closer, placing her hands on his chest as she looked up at him. "Of course, Lenard...I did say something along those lines~!" she purred as she fluttered her eyelashes up at him. She could stare into his new face all day! His blue eye was just so pretty...like the sky...the one from when she was alive. Melisende rolled her eyes and waved them off. "You don't have a curfew, but don't wake people coming back."

Blood on the Run

Three days passed while Lenard laid unconscious, recovering from the trauma; both recent and that which had been building up over the last decades. Eventually his coma turned to slumber and although he was frequently restless, he clearly needed the sleep.

Asphodel spent much of her waking hours never leaving his side except to attend to some of her own duties and to get food, and she would in fact sleep on a pallet they had moved into the room they'd set aside for him. The bed was large enough for both of them, but she did not want to disturb him or to presume on his consent.

At this moment she was sitting a chair pulled up to the head of his bed, occasionally glancing up from her book to gaze at him in concern. If he did not wake up soon they would need to start trying to feed him...but maybe it was best that he slept while his body tried to get over his addiction? Surely he'd be suffering if he was awake...she put her book down on her lap and turned to the nightstand to pick up the damp cloth, dipping it in the still warm water and wringing it out before wiping his forehead again.

"Any sign that he's waking up anytime soon? I still have questions for him, dear."

Ashopdel looked up towards the door. Standing in the doorway was her surrogate mother and the Overlord in charge of the settlement. Melisende Sentinal; she had been a vampire before being slain in 1808 and had been a sinner in hell for over 200 years.

Melisende was much shorter than the average sinner at 5’3” but she carried herself with confidence and high boots. She was as pale skinned as when she was alive, the pallor barely warmer than that of a corpse. She had vivid dark red eyes with a darker sclera and a slit pupil; similar to her vulpine features were the ink black vulpine ears on her head and her matching tail, Her equally dark hair, black with red highlights was pulled back in a dragon braid. Her legs were digitigrade and ended in paws although she usually wore thigh-high boots. She had a pair of smooth crimson horns sprouting from the crown of her head and curving back and they ended in blackened tips. She had carved into the base of each horn her old family emblam.

As usual she was wearing what amounted to a glorified brassiere and a micro-mini skirt over a garter belt (when she didn't even wear garters), and she was not in the least ashamed of her many scars, especially the most prominent across her abdomen from her death. Her wings, an angelic variety with feathers in a gradient from a pale rose pink to a darker reddish-gray, were currently folded away and transformed into a mink-like jacket, the kind rich debutantes might wear.

"Oh, Meli...he's...stirring more. His consciousness is nearer to the surface with every hour that passes, I'm certain he'll awaken soon." Asphodel replied softly.

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Hazbin Mom’s Day event hosted on Bluesky; day 1 First Words! #hazbinhotelmoms #lovelymomsweek #lucilith #morningstar #hazbinhotel

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Redraw of an old prompt back during Lucifer week

May ‘25 vs Nov ‘24

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RadioApple Big Bang Event

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A moment of peace 🤫😴

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Redrew a mermay piece from last year!!

Mermaid!Lucifer is just so pretty

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Asphodel reached up to clutch at Harold’s hand as she smiled up at him, although it was a bit of a struggle to not gag. He did need a bath. Or two. “Of course I’ll take care of him, uncle.” She said demurely before releasing his hand and pulling back, she glanced at Melisende but the shorter sinner shook her head slightly. If he didn’t already know who she was she’d let him find out on her terms.

“You’re welcome at any time.” Melisende said shortly before turning to follow after Lenard. Her short skirt barely covered her ass, and when she lifted her tail it raised the skirt even higher.

Blood on the Run

Three days passed while Lenard laid unconscious, recovering from the trauma; both recent and that which had been building up over the last decades. Eventually his coma turned to slumber and although he was frequently restless, he clearly needed the sleep.

Asphodel spent much of her waking hours never leaving his side except to attend to some of her own duties and to get food, and she would in fact sleep on a pallet they had moved into the room they'd set aside for him. The bed was large enough for both of them, but she did not want to disturb him or to presume on his consent.

At this moment she was sitting a chair pulled up to the head of his bed, occasionally glancing up from her book to gaze at him in concern. If he did not wake up soon they would need to start trying to feed him...but maybe it was best that he slept while his body tried to get over his addiction? Surely he'd be suffering if he was awake...she put her book down on her lap and turned to the nightstand to pick up the damp cloth, dipping it in the still warm water and wringing it out before wiping his forehead again.

"Any sign that he's waking up anytime soon? I still have questions for him, dear."

Ashopdel looked up towards the door. Standing in the doorway was her surrogate mother and the Overlord in charge of the settlement. Melisende Sentinal; she had been a vampire before being slain in 1808 and had been a sinner in hell for over 200 years.

Melisende was much shorter than the average sinner at 5’3” but she carried herself with confidence and high boots. She was as pale skinned as when she was alive, the pallor barely warmer than that of a corpse. She had vivid dark red eyes with a darker sclera and a slit pupil; similar to her vulpine features were the ink black vulpine ears on her head and her matching tail, Her equally dark hair, black with red highlights was pulled back in a dragon braid. Her legs were digitigrade and ended in paws although she usually wore thigh-high boots. She had a pair of smooth crimson horns sprouting from the crown of her head and curving back and they ended in blackened tips. She had carved into the base of each horn her old family emblam.

As usual she was wearing what amounted to a glorified brassiere and a micro-mini skirt over a garter belt (when she didn't even wear garters), and she was not in the least ashamed of her many scars, especially the most prominent across her abdomen from her death. Her wings, an angelic variety with feathers in a gradient from a pale rose pink to a darker reddish-gray, were currently folded away and transformed into a mink-like jacket, the kind rich debutantes might wear.

"Oh, Meli...he's...stirring more. His consciousness is nearer to the surface with every hour that passes, I'm certain he'll awaken soon." Asphodel replied softly.

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Melisende was nearly incandescent with rage and her eyes glowed black as she snarled, lips curled back from her sharp little teeth. She was about to buffet the idiot with her wings and drag him to the baths if she had to when Lenard approached. She was practically vibrating with fury as she restrained her temper by a thread, waiting for the family reunion to reach a point where she could interrupt. She narrowed her eyes with impatience as Harold handed Lenard a box. "Your nephew is fine, he's healing. You can see him later, bath. Now." she ordered as wrinkled her nose in disgust. Asphodel did her best not to laugh as she helped Lenard grab his things, glancing at the box of shattered...stuff.

Blood on the Run

Three days passed while Lenard laid unconscious, recovering from the trauma; both recent and that which had been building up over the last decades. Eventually his coma turned to slumber and although he was frequently restless, he clearly needed the sleep.

Asphodel spent much of her waking hours never leaving his side except to attend to some of her own duties and to get food, and she would in fact sleep on a pallet they had moved into the room they'd set aside for him. The bed was large enough for both of them, but she did not want to disturb him or to presume on his consent.

At this moment she was sitting a chair pulled up to the head of his bed, occasionally glancing up from her book to gaze at him in concern. If he did not wake up soon they would need to start trying to feed him...but maybe it was best that he slept while his body tried to get over his addiction? Surely he'd be suffering if he was awake...she put her book down on her lap and turned to the nightstand to pick up the damp cloth, dipping it in the still warm water and wringing it out before wiping his forehead again.

"Any sign that he's waking up anytime soon? I still have questions for him, dear."

Ashopdel looked up towards the door. Standing in the doorway was her surrogate mother and the Overlord in charge of the settlement. Melisende Sentinal; she had been a vampire before being slain in 1808 and had been a sinner in hell for over 200 years.

Melisende was much shorter than the average sinner at 5’3” but she carried herself with confidence and high boots. She was as pale skinned as when she was alive, the pallor barely warmer than that of a corpse. She had vivid dark red eyes with a darker sclera and a slit pupil; similar to her vulpine features were the ink black vulpine ears on her head and her matching tail, Her equally dark hair, black with red highlights was pulled back in a dragon braid. Her legs were digitigrade and ended in paws although she usually wore thigh-high boots. She had a pair of smooth crimson horns sprouting from the crown of her head and curving back and they ended in blackened tips. She had carved into the base of each horn her old family emblam.

As usual she was wearing what amounted to a glorified brassiere and a micro-mini skirt over a garter belt (when she didn't even wear garters), and she was not in the least ashamed of her many scars, especially the most prominent across her abdomen from her death. Her wings, an angelic variety with feathers in a gradient from a pale rose pink to a darker reddish-gray, were currently folded away and transformed into a mink-like jacket, the kind rich debutantes might wear.

"Oh, Meli...he's...stirring more. His consciousness is nearer to the surface with every hour that passes, I'm certain he'll awaken soon." Asphodel replied softly.