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I!! Forgot to the scale!!

100/10 cool with that

yo on a scale of 1 to 10 how cool would you be with someone writing like a short fic kinda sorta mostly based on ur "binghe prays to hc" art

Dude, that would be amazing!!

Thank you so much for asking and thank you for the interest! Please please tag or link me when you’re done. I’d love to see someone write this concept.

So stoked how much love this little scribbly little comic of mine has gotten. It was a fast concept in my sketchbook, and I’m so glad other people like it so much!

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yo on a scale of 1 to 10 how cool would you be with someone writing like a short fic kinda sorta mostly based on ur "binghe prays to hc" art

Dude, that would be amazing!!

Thank you so much for asking and thank you for the interest! Please please tag or link me when you’re done. I’d love to see someone write this concept.

So stoked how much love this little scribbly little comic of mine has gotten. It was a fast concept in my sketchbook, and I’m so glad other people like it so much!

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Honestly? Valid. What is LBH but a smarter prototype Quan Yizhen

Luo Binghe is praying to the only gay married god he knows for love advice (and his husband because doubling up never hurts)

Bonus implied Disciple Shen Yuan AU because it seems fun

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Genuinely the amount of attention this silly scribble comic I made has gotten has surprised and delighted me. I draw for me always, but the reason I post is to share the fun and joy with other people.

Thank you to anyone who likes this comic, whether you’ve shared it or not. It means a lot, especially since this isn’t polished.

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Luo Binghe is praying to the only gay married god he knows for love advice (and his husband because doubling up never hurts)

Bonus implied Disciple Shen Yuan AU because it seems fun

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I’ve been drawing a lot of cookies lately, especially the toxic yaoi cookies

Dark Cacao is there because I love him and Pure Vanilla has 2 hands

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Her Mother’s Pearls: A Vox Introspective

Summary: Vox contemplates her new look as she explores her gender. She’s not sure he mother would approve.

Words: 678

Tags: Bigender Vox, Vox’s human name was Victor, She’s going by Vic right now, Religious imagery, Vox was Catholic in life, Implied slut-shaming & internalized body-shaming?

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The pearls were her mother’s.

Well, not really her mother’s. It’d be impossible to acquire the necklace her mother had been buried in down in Hell, but it was a very close approximation of the Pearl necklace her mother had worn. It felt like it should have been an heirloom, something passed down from generation to generation, woman after woman sharing it with her daughter and granddaughter, but no. Vic had bought it—a gift for her mother for her parents’ 40th wedding anniversary in the wake of her father’s death. It was a small balm all things considered, but her mother had liked the gift and worn the pearls regularly.

Vic wore them now, iridescent and clinking softly when she touched them, winding the necklace through her fingers like a rosary. The pearl clicked against the glass of her claws, and she wondered how easy they would be to damage like this.

She eyed herself in the mirror, gaze critical. Her mother wouldn’t have approved of this look, blouse unbuttoned, pencil skirt much too tight and much too short. She’d barely tolerated her own well-endowed sister who had made any top she owned indecent, at least in the eyes of Vic’s mother who regularly prayed for her sister, asking she be “led the way of the light.”

Vic found she resembled her aunt now, her generous bosom entering the room before she did, though Vic’s had been by choice rather than chance. She didn’t see a need to be modest about it. They were in Hell. She’d never been one to take conservative measures once she’d stopped twisting herself in circles long enough to decide something. If she was going to take the form of a woman, then she was going to embrace it, full-figured and proud of it.

Vic turned to one side and then the other, twisting her hips as she went. The hips were nice. She’d aimed for a ratio matching her shoulders so that her waist would look small in comparison. A perfect hourglass, she thought, the envy of any woman in Hell or on Earth.

It suited her, she thought.

It was dramatic, she thought, more reluctantly, but that was the point of it all, to make a statement, wasn’t it? What was the point of doing half-measures? She hadn’t gotten as far as she had with the Vees without pushing limits, going bigger, harder, better, faster.

She felt sexy like this.

She felt noticed like this.

She also felt a little silly, which was not a feeling she liked to have.

Her mother tutted in her head, while she tugged at the sides of the shirt. It wouldn’t button. It was made to spread open like this, tailored perfectly to create a sort of “busting out” look without appearing sloppy. Was it too much? Was she too much?

She’d picked out the parts herself, had the chest and hip pieces custom made to her specifications, ready to slot in seamlessly in place of her usual pectoral and dick combo, but now she was second-guessing herself. Maybe she really did look stupid. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Her hands smoothed over her breasts, bound in lace beneath her top, and then down over the high waist of her skirt and the wide shelf of her hips. Maybe it was too much, she thought, turning one ankle gently outward, exposing the perfect black point of her heel. Maybe she should try something more conservative, less flashy, more reminiscent of her usual suit but tailored to her new form.

The idea didn’t sound terrible but it left her feeling… disappointed, like her efforts had gone to waste. Was she meant to have this figure only to tuck it away? She’d spent so long wearing suits and ties and dress pants, eying the silhouettes of other women with a poorly understood envy. What was the point?

She tugged at the bottom of the skirt to the sound of her mother’s tongue clucking in her head.

I’ll pray for you, she said, and Vic’s stomach twisted.

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Desperately need more women if my life, especially butch Alastor. Sometimes you have to make your own food… 😩💖💋

May come back and clean this up with color later. It was definitely inspired by the lack of androgynous butch Alastor. Totally get the femme interpretations, but fuuuck I need her masc

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I really like Vox. He’s my special little freak.

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Made Vox a first wife who left him widowed named Edith, Edie for short. She used to stab men with hat pins for getting too handsy and may have accidentally killed a man that way.

She and Vic were childhood friends and in love, and she beat him in a stick fight so he’d be friends with her. They reconnect later in Hell and she’s very interested in some of the gender stuff he’s been exploring.

Bonus of human lesbians, where Victoria is swarmed by here wives, Edie and Al.

See below a human Alastor comparison lol

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Everyone look at my wife!!! My beautiful insane wife!!!

Both Hell and Human flavors because that’s fun

Bonus because she’s cute

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Sometimes you just need a guy willing to burn down the world for you.

Was having some gender feelings and Vox is really easy to project on to. I vibe with bigender for him. This is before figuring out how she wants to look on the girl days.

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Been giddy recently over Bigender Vox and her girl days. Love a woman who can go between sexy secretary and tired CEO.

Bonus radiostatic ft the DadAlastor bod because I need them soft and in love and a little sexy.

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I have been slacking on drawing Lilith. Even if she hasn’t been seen much yet, that’s no excuse!! Please forgive me, Queen… 🥺💋💖

Bonus full body shot of her in all her nude glory (sans some things Tumblr doesn’t like)

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Old ass cat man looks like a Cat in the Hat rip-off and he haunts me from my sketchbook

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Come on, Al—chin up, buddy! Don’t start getting SHY now…

Continuing the suggestive lingerie art with our favorite radio demon. Wonder who I should do next…

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Bonus Dad Alastor, who is MUCH more comfortable in his own skin. Maybe because there’s more of it 💋💖

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Me about Vaggie: