#Should I do Seras too?

[lotus-ignis]

So I did a thing...

Their suits

Alucards hair

Integras hair

Alucards sunglasses

Integras eyepatch

Alucards Hat

Integras skin

Extra traits mods

Alucards traits:

Loyal: "Loyal sims value their relationships and fully commit to them. whether they are friendship, romance or even work! They avoid lying and cheating because their loved ones' trust is very important to them."

Smug: "These Sims have excessive pride in themselves and their achievements. They are very confident and are constantly pleased with themselves."

Passionate: "These Sims are very romantic, especially when being with their loved ones."

Teasing: "These Sims love to tease their romantic interests. They get playful around their romantic interests and their loved ones."

Creepy: "These Sims have behavior that deviates from what is expected and normal. Other Sims often get uncomfortable around them and their closest ones get embarassed for their behavior."

Integras traits:

Determined: "These Sims do not allow any difficulties to stop them. They gain all skills faster by staying focused and confident."

Analytical: "These Sims are great at building mental skills. They get focused when using mental skills, writing skill and mischief skill."

Brilliant: "These Sims are extremely talented in everything."

Smart: "These Sims have better working or study performance. They build charisma skill and child social skill slightly faster. They also get confident when being at work or at school."

Reserved: "These Sims do not show their feelings or thoughts around their newly met romantic interests."

Also, yes they are married.

[unordinary-diary]

... And then they wrestled each other back inside to the sink to get ammo.

Seriously though, Arlo’s ability could be so much more dope if he was more creative. Let Arlo Make Water Balloons 2024!

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[pebblezone]

Sequel baby!!

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dorian Pavus

[no-one-hears-me]

people need to be more comfortable expressing love and affection with friends

[m0gelf]

DDS 2? and That's Catch 22 spoilers... i guess???

I think it's pretty obvious that I LOVE talking about O'Brien and I appreciate that TC22 exists as a prequel to the events of the game, it tells you more about the characters (mainly the protagonists, who are O'Brien and Sheffield).

I have only been able to read loose pages of the first part due to my school occupations but I have been able to infer a few things about O'Brien.

In one part it mentions about his nationality, that he is clearly Irish-American and the fact that he is somewhat discriminated against for being half Irish (TC22 is set in 2014 and according to a friend, by that time the hatred of the Irish in America had gone down) and that he had to say that his father comes from a centuries-old bloodline of British Irish for his genetics teacher to agree to tell him something (I don't remember what it was).

Let's see, his teacher refuses to tell him that since his surname is of Irish origin, and that's because after the death of O'Brien's younger sister, his mother took custody of her oldest son after divorcing her husband.

It's also mentioned that O'Brien's paternal family hates him and his mother for being Irish, I don't remember anything ever being mentioned about his father, but based on that I've come to think that O'Brien doesn't have a good relationship with his father because of that very thing.

I feel that he is more fond of his mother, that is, he himself says that he chose to use her last name.

Something I like to infer is a religious trauma he might have after the death of his sister, somewhere it is mentioned that he has a grudge against God for this very thing, although he blames himself for her death and takes responsibility for it.

Something I also like is how most see O'Brien as a social recluse, being that he is really someone who has been through a lot and the stress he has is gigantic. The trauma that his sister's death left on him led him to become more closed off and reclusive. I feel he's lost a lot of social skills.

I have also added the headcanon that he's autistic but I need to work more on this and that he was emo during his teenage years but that was an intrusive thought I had

[thedeadthree]

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ELAENAERA TARGARYEN (hotd) / YOREN SNOW (hotd)

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[deva-arts]

The spiritual successor of this comic

Maybe knock next time?

[daisychainsandbowties]

Being around you makes me covered in blood automatically. I’m eyeing you with concern but if you keep up the moderation, there will be a kiss waiting for you. Also, rest in peace your roommate and Siri. May the cunt (darling) live forever 😘.

- kiss anon

fbdhdhd this reminds me of how the blood spatter effects in dragon age 2 would persist during cutscenes so you’d fight a bunch of people (there’s a spell called walking bomb that makes guys. explode 😳) and then roll up to the cutscene like

drip

so maybe there’s a blood spatter effect glitched onto me or something and it spreads to nearby environments. very lucky 😌 to be fair there is also 😳👀 a lot of kissing in dragon age. i literally play it these days just for the who will i kiss this time roulette. especially dragon age two i literally don’t have a favourite between isabela or merrill or fenris or anders. they all look so pretty spattered with blood 🥰

[crypticpatterns]

When I was about 6 or 7, it was approaching Christmas time, and I got an Idea. Maybe it was something about Santa Claus' naughty and nice list, or some other image from a movie I watched or a book I read, but I became obsessed with this idea of having a Christmas list that was so long that when I unrolled it it would reach the floor. A list just as tall as me, a scroll as long as Anneliese's to do list in Barbie as Princess and the Pauper.

So, I began going through gift catalogues and magazines, writing down every single toy or potential present I thought looked cool and wrote each on a small square piece of paper, and taped these squares together. I did this over the course of weeks, maybe even months, writing down everything I could think of.

Keep in mind, I didn't actually expect to get any of this. We were a relatively poor family, so I expected to maybe get one of the smaller presents on my list from Santa, things that I actually needed like clothes and such, and a few toys from our relatives, and that's about it. I was doing this Purely for the Aesthetic.

And wasn't satisfied with simply having this list for myself, privately. No, I had a much bigger vision than that. I wanted to visit Santa Claus at the mall, and when he asked what present I wanted, I would dramatically roll out this long list that would hit the floor and tell Santa I wanted everything on it. It would be just like a movie. Santa would be impressed--everyone would be impressed. I was so excited.

And so, the day arrived. I was so incredibly excited to I visit Santa Claus and sit on his lap and enact my plan. When he asked me what I wanted for Christmas, just as planned I unrolled the Christmas list and it hit the floor. Just like in a movie. It was perfect.

I looked up, expecting to see Santa wearing a smile, and to tell me how impressive my list was. Instead, there was just awkward shock. I looked around and saw more awkward shock from everyone else in the line. Didn't they think my list was cool? Wasn’t it impressive? What had I done wrong?

I'm autistic.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Is 8tracks a good website again, does the music play now

[lxkeee]

END GAME

PART ONE

pairing: lucifer x fallen angel! fem! reader

fandom: hazbin hotel

genre: fluff

warnings: no warnings yet.

notes: very feral for this man and this is multishot fic and would be writing a smut for this. Reader is close to his age (probably a hundred years younger but meh)

additional notes: this is a long one.

Part two |

[y/n] stood in the podium, her hands bound by golden chains. She looked at the higher angels who sat on the high chairs of the courtroom, her [e/c] eyes stared at them with boredom. She never liked being in heaven, so many rules to the point she couldn't breathe. She was created a few years after the infamous Lucifer fell from grace, she admired him. She has heard his cause and mentally agreed to his beliefs—she couldn't say it out loud as the higher beings would punish her. She was a good angel, always a rule follower and a good role model, then she suffered from burnt out, repeating the same thing everyday—waking up, praying, doing good, following the rules.

She started questioning their ways and now, the time has come for it to bite her back as she finally faces a trial. [Y/n] what happened the majority of her trial, she remembers doing a couple of nods in agreement and occasionally rolling her eyes whenever Adam said something stupid. She couldn't take whatever bullshit Sera was yapping about and decided to cut her off, “Enough about all these rules, just admit that us angels are egomaniacs, always hungry for control. Heck, Lucifer was right with his intentions but you guys saw it as an act of disobedience. You didn't like what he was doing since it didn't follow what you guys wanted him to do.” She said coldly, her tone making the whole room tense and cold, “he thought it was unfair to the humans to follow whatever heaven's command is without question and hesitation. But Lucifer gave them freedom,” [y/n] pauses, glaring at the higher beings, eyebrows furrowed and her eyes staring at their very soul, “Heaven is fake, you put on a show for everyone, pretending that everything is fine and this is a fun place filled with peace and we all know you guys want them to blindly follow your rules.”

“Do not ever speak his name or do you want to follow where he is?” Sera asked loudly, her voice commanding and echoing off the walls of the court but her message just made the angel in trial smirk, “Oh...? Frankly speaking, I think hell seems to be a better and more fun place than heaven. I could do whatever the fuck I want.” [y/n] says with a smirk, heart thumping loudly for the first curse word she had said. This made Sera more angry, “Then, so be it.” Sera sneers.

Falling... So this is what Icarus felt when he flew too close to the sun. Lucifer was lucky as heaven wasn't this harsh before, [y/n] closes her eyes as she felt the stinging pain of the wind caressing her back, golden ichor flowing from where her wings should be, but despite the pain, a grin was plastered on her face as she embraced the imminent pain she'll receive once she hits the burning ground of hell. Despite the extreme pain she felt on her back, the missing part of her that heaven decided to take—she felt free, shimmering tears cascades down her cheeks as she cried for her acquired freedom while simultaneously mourning for the loss of her wings. Her weak body passing by many, many clouds, passing by the crust of the earth and soon she could see the fiery red skies of hell, she can only wait for the impact.

She could hear the sound of something breaking and cracking, the loud ringing on her ears before her world turned dark. Falling from grace isn't enough to kill her.

Lucifer's usual schedule usually consists of him wallowing in self pity inside his room, making rubber ducks, or having an existential crisis in his balcony. Lucifer just so happens to be on his balcony that day, talking to his newly created rubber duck that looks like his daughter when his eyes noticed the dark red clouds of hell parting and a figure falling at extreme speeds, at first he thought it was another soul who ended up in hell but his eyes widened to see occasional gold shimmering on the figure. “What...” Lucifer murmurs in confusion, his eyes following the figure and what the...? It's about to land in his front yard.

Only his eyes widened in fear as the figure crashed and golden ichor splattered everywhere. The realization damned upon him that another angel has fallen from grace.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Lucifer never cursed so much as he jumped off the balcony, three pairs of wings springing out of his back as he quickly flew next to the crash site. “I swear to me if this person died,” this wouldn't be the first time someone died in his front yard but it would be the first time an angel would, but can an angel even die from this impact?

He quickly checked the fallen angel, identified that it's a female. She looked like such a mess, golden ichor splattered everywhere, messy hair from falling, eye bags, and passed out but despite all that, he found her to be very beautiful, “I swear to me, this isn't the time Lucifer.” he muttered to himself as he began to work and make sure this woman is treated properly. What made the king of hell freeze was when he used his power to lift her up gently, he noticed that so much blood was gushing out of her back where the bone that should connect to her wings. He just realized why this angel crashed, she couldn't fly. She doesn't have her wings anymore and that realization filled his heart with anger.

He stared at her broken form lying on the bed of the spare guest room of the castle, he couldn't fully heal her. There's a limit to how much his angelic powers could do, it can't reverse the damage heaven themselves have done to her. Thankfully, he managed to fix all broken bones and close the wounds she had received but he can't fix the trauma she'll receive from this. Believe him, he tried (with himself).

His hand caressed away the hair that was falling on her face, finally taking a good look on her. She looked more beautiful without those wounds, she looked better without the stress—a contrast to the first time he's seen her. Warmth flooding his cheeks, he doesn't even realize that the red of his cheeks has become significantly darker.

“Ah, Lucifer stop. You don't even know this woman,” Lucifer mutters in annoyance as he squeezes his own cheeks to stop the warmth before eventually leaving the guest room to continue his usual routine.

He's starting to get worried, the fallen angel that currently resides in his guest room still hasn't woken up. It's been eight days. He spent the entire week checking up on her and continuing to treat her, he admits that this unknown angel's presence did good to his mental health as he was busy worrying for her that he forgets to listen to his intrusive thoughts. “What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer mutters softly as he places his hands above her, hovering over her body as golden hue begins to glow. Slowly and surely healing her.

Aching pain in her muscles is what she felt, slowly regaining consciousness. [Y/n] woke up in an unfamiliar room, oddly reminds her of the rooms that only royalty have. She tried to move her muscles but she could feel it cracking from not moving for a long time. “What happened...?” she asked herself softly, trying to remember what happened. The trial, Sera's anger, Adam being annoying, falling, her wings, then crashing. “Where am I?” she asked herself again, her voice croaking slightly, she slowly moved her body so she could sit on the bed, her eyes wandering everywhere, taking in her surroundings. She noticed that the symbol apple and snake was present on the designs of the tinted windows. The door opens.

Another week has passed, still no sign of her waking up. Lucifer was walking towards the guest room, preparing himself to try to heal her again. He opens the door and he froze to see the fallen angel who's usually lying limp on the bed is now sitting and staring on the window. “You're awake.” he says softly and she turned to look at him, her eyes, it's so beautiful. “Who are you?” she asked him softly and he smiled, “The name's Lucifer Morningstar, welcome to hell.”

[akechi-stole-my-heart]

i'm finally gonna finish writing out my murder bfs au and the outline is gonna be like so insanely stupidly long no one would ever want to read it. btw i will never actually write a fic for it

[no-one-hears-me]

okay guys if you were to write an apology letter to leave on his car. what would it say

[theaspsaroaceimagines]

You asked for it. Now you get

EVEN MORE Hazbin Hotel x God of Death! Reader

spoiler for episodes 7 & 8

It turns out you arrived at just the right time, actually.

The Extermination is soon and Charlie and co. need as much help as they can get defending the Hotel.

It's just your luck, you came for a vacation, and you still have to work.

You're a little surprised Carmilla Carmine discovered the angels' weakness.

But only a little. She is an arms dealer, after all.

To be honest, you should have realized it happened sooner when the dead angel's soul showed up in Limbo, but you can't actually tell the naked souls of a demon and an exorcist apart.

They're honestly equally corrupted.

You help train the demons who've chosen to defend the Hotel, it's pretty brutal.

Except for Alastor, he chose to skip training; a mistake you won't let him make again.

When the exorcists attack, you are calm and collected. You have no reason to fear for yourself.

That doesn't mean you don't fight fiercely, though.

It's the first time in thousands of years that anyone's been able to lucidly see you in action.

You're untouchable, dodging and blocking every blow directed at you.

You attack in turn with the Soul Reaper, a weapon that changes form between any kind of scythe or sickle based on what's most useful at a given moment.

For example, it can be an ordinary scythe while blocking, a sickle during a close range attack, and a kusarigama when you want to pull an opponent into close range from further away.

The exorcists don't recognize you, too blinded by their hatred for demon-kind to see you for what you are.

It's hardly even a challenge.

You notice quickly when Adam joins the fight, though you let Alastor fight him for a few seconds before stepping in.

You suppose you can allow him to defend his pride a little bit.

You won't let him die now, though, it's too early. He has yet to serve his purpose.

You try to keep Adam occupied. You really do.

However, you're unable to prevent him from disintegrating Pentious's airship.

You drop the fight the instant it's happened.

Seeing as Pentious sacrificed himself for the others, you figure he's earned a one-way trip to Heaven.

You carry his shell-shocked soul straight to the seraphim.

"Special delivery! Also, friendly reminder, I'm the one who decides where a soul goes and when it goes there. Maybe consult me the next time you have a question of if a transfer is possible, Sera."

You fucking slap her.

When you return to the battle, Lucifer and Charlie are struggling to fight Adam while minimizing collateral damage.

Time to fix your mistake.

You tackle him.

"You again?! Who the fuck are you?!" "You already know me, Adam. You just don't remember."

You knock him off his feet.

"I'm Death. Taking you to Heaven was a mistake. One I won't soon repeat."

You slice his wings clean off.

You would have left it at that, but then Niffty stabs him from behind with a blessed dagger.

Great. Now you have to deal with him in your home.

Whatever, you'll just keep him in stasis until you're tired of him taking up space.

Then you'll deposit him in Hell where he belongs.