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LMK x Hazbin Hotel- part 15- Astral Dreams and Garden Weeds.

Hello hello hello! Sorry for the long wait! Exams were really hitting Dortii over the past few weeks. Hope this chapter makes up for the lack of ‘proper’ content.

PS LOOKING FOR MORE HAZBIN ROLEPLAY PARTNERS OR SIMPLY PEOPLE THAT ENJOY WRITING HAZBIN. I HAVE PROMPTS/STARTS THAT ARE GATHERING DUST.

with that out of the way~

Let the Show Begin!

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Red And gold eyes slowly blinked open to a bright space one they hadn't been in for centuries. “An astral plane?” Wukong spoke and willed to life a simple meadow of sundrops with a summer blue sky. In the very center of the meadow was a tall twisting tree laden with a mixture of golden peaches and golden apples, the trunk engraved with a symbol of an eight-pointed star inside a filet crown with eight wings four in gold on the left and four in silver on the right. Sitting before the tree in pure wonder was Lucifer yet he looked different dressed in loose white robes with soft blue edges and a golden star marking the chest. His hands though still claw-like were pure white while his fangs were now flat human-ish teeth. His eyes had changed the most, having lost the yellowing color while the bright snake-like red pupils had become a brilliant sky blue with golden speckles. His wings were now a silvery white with gold tinting where the crimson would be. “Samuel Lucifer?” Wukong called out to the other. Not getting an answer Wukong slowly made his way to the angel placing his hand on the angel’s shoulder. “Samuel Lucifer… what are you seeing right now?”

Lucifer, still awestruck by the sheer serenity of such a place, was unable to find his words for some time. He had never felt such a strong connection, the uncanny surge of familiarity as he simply continued to sit before the tree left him stunned. His eyes tracing the engraved symbol with so much weight. It had been a very, very long time since he had been present in such eternal bliss which equally invoked powerful emotions of a time he had wished to repress. And was doing a pretty shitty job of that too. "What heaven could've been if it had only listened to me." Lucifer sighed, breaking his fixated gaze. Gone was the snarky overly confident tone he protruded amongst sinners, his tone was light, fluttering and gentle yet as strong as his delicate-looking wings. Such a version of the infamous Lucifer long forgotten by time and history.

Wukong nodded as he settled beside the angel before yelping as something got pinned under him. It almost like he had sat on his tail wrong but a bit higher up his back. “What-!?” Wukong cut himself off as he twisted his head and blinked at the eight beautiful golden hawk wings with teal and scarlet streaks, he had nearly sat on the lowest left wing.

"Woah," Lucifer awed, eyes growing comically wide at the other taking in his form while his own wings fluttered in excitement at the sight of Wukong's majestic wings but having a hard time really focusing on anything else that was blurred out into a mess of colors. "Careful there, Wukong!" Lucifer chuckled, gently moving the king's lower wings away from possibly another squashing. "I didn't know ya had wings too! Now we can race some time!" The fallen angel hummed.

“I don't... Normally… This might be how I end up looking once I adapt to the rules of this pantheon.” Wukong replied, reaching to his head and feeling something akin to horns curling from his temples and above that was something floating above the ‘horns’. “You should take a look at yourself, Choir Boy.” Wukong pouted and poked Lucifer in the chest.

Lucifer blinked, momentarily confused at Wukong's statement before he rapidly turned his head, glancing towards his own wings now here he finally saw the changes as they continued to flutter much to his excitement and growing anguish. "Oh gods Wukong!" Lucifer cried, several dramatic wails escaping him as he fell against his newfound companion. "I look like I'm going to church! Noooooo!! How can this be?!"

Wukong let loose a few pearls of laughter. “Are you sure this isn't how you looked before you adapted to Hell?”

"Fate really is cruel!" Lucifer continued to wail now beginning to shake Wukong. "My spice! My flavor!" He sobbed. "To be honest, I've done all I could to forget about my time before my fall. It's… probably~ not the best coping method but~ reliving it is worse!-" Lucifer shivered in all his dramatics.

‘Now i know how Mihou feels during one of my spirals.’ Wukong thought as he started to get a bit dizzy. “Getting… dizzy…” Wukong stated.

"Monkey~," Lucifer wailed before giving in and just flopping against him entirely. "You're a great stress reliever. I dunno why- Sorry though." Lucifer mumbled, into his fur, his tone earnest. "Do I make a good-looking choir boy at least?" Lucifer half joked-half grumbled.

“You're a very pretty Choir Boy Samuel Lucifer,” Wukong answered.

Though the amusing words did do greatly to warm Lucifer who cracked a smile, the underlying woes of his troubles ran deeper than just… his new change. Or more so a painfully regrettable revert. "I was the best choir boy, once." Lucifer choked out a chuckle that was horribly laced with remorse. Why did he feel the need to say this? He wasn't sure but a lot welled in his defeated stance.

Wukong simply smirked. ‘Time to put on a little show of a dream waiting in the wings.’

”Right here, right now

I put the offer out

I don't wanna chase you down

I know you see it

You run with me

And I can cut you free

Out of the drudgery and walls you keep in~”

Wukong began to sing music playing around him to get Lucifer out of this self-destructive and depressive state of mind. He snapped his fingers and the duo was inside of a workshop filled with piles of rubber ducks with a rather depressed-looking Lucifer sitting at the workstation holding his hair and looking halfway close to ripping it out and screaming.

Though originally befuddled by the sudden musical melody Lucifer took in the lyrics Wukong sung allowing the notes to reach him. He wasn't sure what he was expecting but it wasn't to be suddenly back in his workshop surrounded by his prized inventions. The fallen angel instantly brightened upon the familiarity of seeing his crafts but his smile soon faltered noticing himself. Another version. Ring still on his finger, the turmoil so visible and heart wrenchingly suffocating emitting from this raw version of himself that had Lucifer's eyes widened taking several steps back before Wukong's song seemed to call to him louder then the depressed thoughts could while simultaneously quelling his racing heart.

”So trade that typical for something colorful.

And if it's crazy, live a little crazy.

You can play it sensible.

An Angel of conventional.

Or you can risk it all and see~.”

Wukong smirked as the workshop doors burst open showing Charlie standing in the doorway along with a young monkey-like teen with dark chocolate brown fur beside her, a trio of tail wagging behind the male teen as the two young ones looked about nodded once and took an arm each of the depressed Lucifer removing him from the workshop.

Lucifer followed Wukong's gaze watching the door burst open with a small jump. He watched his baby girl and another simian reach for him. Here his daughter had reached out for him whilst all he could do was wallow in his misery. Throwing himself into invention after invention to prevent a single thought from seeping through and corrupting his mind further. He continued to gaze with longing, curious eyes following as his wings fluttered in anticipation.

”Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play.

'Cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride.

It'll take you to the other side.

'Cause you can do like you do

Or you can do like me.

Stay in the cage,

or you'll finally take the key.

Oh, damn, suddenly you're free to fly.

It'll take you to the other side~.”

It was beautiful. Stepping outside and watching the grand scenery, the overwhelming abundance of welcoming acceptance and serenity enveloping them all. Where there once was anguish and confusion had soothed, the horrid storms of Lucifer's mind rode gentle waves taking in all its occupants and faces with a small but growing smile. A simple wish, oh it felt like such a farway distant dream yet… Wukong showed him as if it were attainable.

Wukong grinned as the images of the two young adults bringing Lucifer outside of a beautiful palace-like manor home with a bright sky, the massive world tree in the foreground, and there in the massive garden was a copy of Wukong tweaking a simply shirt and pants with dirt covering his hands and part of his face evidently having just finished transferring an apple and peach tree hybrid from a pot to the ground while off to the side sitting on a picnic blanket was an ebony colored monkey with a scarlet face mask.

Eternal loneliness be damned. He would blame his pathetic church loving alter ego but the more he stared, the more Wukong's song ran true. Couldn't he fly? Just like them? Was the fallen angel willing to try, once more?

“Dreams are worth fighting for Samuel Lucifer but to do it the way you want to do it. You need to let go of the past and focus on the present while being aware of the future.” Wukong advised seeing the two young adults set Lucifer down next to the ebony monkey who in turn wrapped his tail around Lucifer’s waist keeping the much smaller male close to his side.

The Wukong copy rolled his eyes. ”Mac don't you dare hog him all to yourself.”

The ebony monkey simply smirked. ”simply catching up on missed bonding time Sunstone. You’ve had several months alone with him only fair i get some to.” Mac replied before giving a nip to the Lucifer copy’s neck.

”Baba! Come on, Charlie and I don't need to know or see what you three get to in bed!” The teenage monkey beside Charlie complained.

The Wukong copy flushed a bright red. ”Luier! He hasn't even accepted the courting yet!”

A hot flush seemed to cross the surprised angel's face, mirroring the expression of his copy. Yet… It was surreal to watch how at ease he was. How he laughed and smiled so wide at the pair, *at them all. The belonging, the piece of a puzzle that fit so perfectly. It was startling to see any sort of genuine positive emotion to anyone besides his baby girl and the hurtful pinning for her after so long.

Lucifer had shut off all emotions that weren't devoted towards… her… or forgetting her, or suppressing her entirely- This… this was a first for him in a very, very long time as he watched the scene. A glimpse of a potential future, hell even a current present should he will his desires to forge a bond once more.

[Let go of the past and focus on the present.]

Wukong's words seemed to echo and instinctively Lucifer reached for his ring before he faltered. He didn't need to do that anymore. Instead he tore his focus back towards the scene, a growing warmth in his smile, for his baby girl, for newfound bonds, wherever it took him now aware more than ever of a possible future under a bright golden sun with a true family.

Wukong grinned as the angelic look melted away, replaced by a more demonic form yet the wings shone between gold and crimson red, a fusion of past and present with a golden star now aborning the back of Lucifer’s coat. “Now you are truly ready to be the Big Boss and not a Hermit King.” Wukong chuckled. “Let’s make your dreams reality Light-bringer.”

"Oh that is so~ much better!" Lucifer let out a relieved sigh, taking in the familiar yet new form with a growing grin. Change… was never his strong suit yet here he would embrace it, even if it had been hardest to accept, once upon a time ago. A small part of him couldn't deny his woes of uncertainty but the assured grin of his newfound companion sparked more hope and confidence than anything else. "At least I look like I run the choir now." Lucifer snorted, feeling more at ease than he ever had. He was the ruler of a new choir now. A fearsome one at that. Where once he would reach for an object that cursed him time and time again instead he wrapped a playful arm around his cure Lucifer grinned. "It's sure as hell about time!"

“That I agree but we got a lot of cleaning up to do to those rings.” Wukong pointed out waving away the illusion to bring up a hologram of the seven rings.

"Ugh not chores." Lucifer grimaced, his stance unwilling as he gazed towards the hologram. ‘Straight to the task as always with him.’ Lucifer thought with a playful shake to his head as he sighed. "Alright Wukong! You do have a point."

“Trust me this will be worth it.” Wukong replied as he tapped on the top most ring showing the Pride Ring in its entirety with the massive World Tree in its center. “After all, we need to make foundations to grow a garden. Unfortunately, your current garden has a few too many pests that would harm the garden’s growth.”

Lucifer nodded, having no doubt Wukong would deliver on his word as he turned to face what was shown. "Oh pests is putting it way too lightly." Lucifer quipped. There was something that swam in the former angel's chest as he stared at the ring in all its glory and hellish ways that was marked by his hands. ‘My ring. My Kingdom. My Territory. My Eden. No one else's… for now…’ his eyes driffted to the most sacred thing protruded at its center. The world tree had a charm to it that made Lucifer smile. A rose amongst the thorns. An unyielding powerful force of its own. ‘A garden?’ Lucifer instantly perked at this. "Like the one from before?" He asked, excitement palpable in his tone in reference to the previous hologram.

“Hell is changing, its demonic Energy is slowly being filtered through the world tree and refining and purifying it into divine energy that’s getting pumped right into the soil. Soon this land will be rolling green mountains instead of jagged red stone.” Wukong stated with a small grin. “The Roots have already made its way from the Pride Ring to the Wrath Ring.”

"Holy~ shit!" Lucifer laughed with a mix of pure bewilderment yet astounded intrigue at such a rapid speed for developing. "Already?!" ‘Oh the sinners would have a field day- let alone whenever word arises to the heavens!’ "It's beautiful," Lucifer hummed, entirely floored at how a reality which only seemed attainable in a dream was unfolding before him. "Reminds me of Eden but way better."

“The tree is directly feeding from the ley lines and is connecting them through its roots. By the end of the week all seven rings will be tied by five Root Pillars and the Root Core.” Wukong smirked.

Lucifer's eyes widened taking in Wukong's words. "It is literally required for us to have a picnic in each ring AS SOON AS IT HAPPENS!" Lucifer points, eyes glinting in both amusement and mischief. "Royal protocol calls for it!" He fibs clearly for his own gain and enjoyment. "Charlie will fucking love it! Probably freak out first bless her."

“Even so. We have to start pulling out the weeds while we are currently here.” Wukong pointed out focusing on the Pride Ring zooming in on Pentagram City.

"Hell yeah! Sounds easy enough." Lucifer mused rubbing his hands in growing anticipation at the looming outcome once their work would be finished. "Let's purge ‘em!"

Multiple lights began to glow looking similar to basic bodies made of candle flames with only really making out the gender and a color to the flame. “The ones currently lit are ones that are condemned for preying upon children. Children do not deserve to live in a realm where these monsters roam free.” Wukong pointed out. “If we want a better Hell then we need to get rid of those that will endanger and harm the next generation.”

"Jesus christ." Lucifer grimaced, the flames were not enough to rid them of such- the fallen angel shivered- Horrific actions. It was far from shameful and insulting to have such twisted mind fucks grouped in with sinners committing tamer acts.

“Portaling them directly to the Purgatory Moon.” Wukong stated as yellow and gold rings appeared underneath each flame swallowing them as an image of the pentagram moon popped into resistance with the flames being dumped into the eternal prison.

"Yeesh! Good fucking riddance and call my savior," Lucifer hummed, very relieved at the notion the sickos would be far and free from bothering any of his citizens. "Man it's been ages since I've seen anyone sent there! Glad the ol girl is getting used," Lucifer sighed, in all fairness shutting himself away in his workshop from the rings and anything relating to hell's issues left him… disconnected from his own realm. The times sure had changed yet at the same time stalled… At times he felt like a stranger in his own home. But now, that would all soon change, he hoped.

“Luckily the World Tree will act as a secondary sorting system for the souls that get sent down here. The major thing it's that no one that harms, abuses, preys, or kills children will be allowed in the Ring and immediately be diverted to the Prison Moon. With my regression flames, we must think of Hell soon becoming split between caregivers, remade souls, and those who simply need help with trauma.” Wukong explained knowing that was the biggest thing to worry about if his flames ever slipped free or if Lucifer manifested such flames.

"That was a whole lot of words," Lucifer blinked slowly but nodded all the same, doing his best to process the new changes and details from his resident monkey that would ensue. "Man you really thought this through huh? I LOVE IT!" The fallen angel praised, pretty surprised at how quickly the celestial was adapting to it all and efficiently at that too. "You got a timer or anything on those flames? Can't ya have burning out or anything though," Lucifer frowned slightly concern etching into his features, replaying the part of Wukong’s Soul Flames in his head.

“The flames are a byproduct of being melted alive.” Wukong shrugged. “I have spells woven into my form to prevent them from coming out unless I want them to or if I am angry,” Wukong stated to prevent Lucifer from worrying too much. “Technically I'm simply implementing a system I helped rebuild after messing up the system in the Diyu,” Wukong added. “…We will need to possibly see about creating centers catering to victims of abuse, suicide, and substance coping.” Wukong noted down as he popped a notepad and pen in hand scribbling it down in Chinese.

The former angel narrowed his eyes comically but abided by Wukong's statement. "Alright monkey man, but the minute I smell burnout you're in big trouble mister!" He pointed before he peered over his shoulder at the writing. "Oooo pretty characters, ya gotta teach me sometime. I've always wanted to learn." Lucifer hummed. "I'd use the green bird but he's on the run and owes me a fuck ton of money." Lucifer soured.

Backpedaling to the real issues, a partiuclar statement from Wukong caught his attention. "Catering to victims...." Lucifer murmured to himself, brows furrowed in concentration. "By god's Wukong! This is perfect!" The former angel exclaimed, eyes widening. "Charlie! She's already started a reform program, I'm sure she would love to help expand on this and help a plethora of others! It's exactly what she's been hoping for!"

“Charlie’s idea is ideal but needs some rework. I will need to start carving some soul stones and see about getting psychology books to create therapy souls.” Wukong rambled flipping to the next page and jotting down ideas. Lucifer hummed in agreement. "She'll be all for it," on paper, the very idea of rehabilitation seemed terribly naive and unattainable. Especially in the case of psychotic sinners. No one had bothered since the first man and no one wanted to listen to the very thought either. But here was his own blood, going against all odds to prove such a thing was possible. "She'll need training though, it's all well and good hand holding and singing songs but rehabilitation is messier than what she imagines I fear." Lucifer sighs, knowing his little one's heart was in the right place, atleast.

Wukong nodded along with Lucifer’s assessment before something clicked in his mind and completely derailed his train of thought. “A green bird owes you money?” Wukong questioned with a confused blink.

"Ohohohoho you have no idea!" The fallen angel half growled. "Before my absence I'd occasionally check in on Charlie. Come to find there was growing talk around the ring of an up and coming overlord. I usually don't care for newbies but even the well known guys were afraid of him so it peaked my interest." Lucifer explained, "Languages were his thing, and he was on a streak of his own. I don't think I've ever seen a bastard with so many contracts- Yet he was quickly surpassing well known holders y'know the spiel." Lucifer waved absentmindedly. "Ya help a poor guy out that's down on his luck-- AND MIND YOU! HE CAME TO ME! AND I HELPED HIM!" Lucifer rambled as he raged. "And what does he do?! The fucking coward says adios! And vanishes!? THE NERVE!" Lucifers yells, wings bristling

“Odd… you should know where he is considering any soul that enters your domain basically creates something similar to a registry contract with you. You actually should be able to pull out an individual scroll of life and a list of their current residence, contracts, and any place they keep money.” Wukong pointed out mildly confused on how Lucifer didn't know he was able to do this.

"Yeahhhhhhh about thaaaaaat," Lucifer began. "I can't find that either." The overlord admitted, sure it was a little shameful on his part and concerningly bizarre yet he was certain he had every registry but somehow this particular feathery fiend seemed to escape him- "I know I should be able to just-" He waved his arms a mixture of frustration and whatever else he was voicing with his dramatics. "I admit, I haven't exactly been in the right state of mind for some time," Lucifer half heartedly joked. And he certainly wasn't during that particular event either. "I'm pretty fucked monkey man, everything's a mess buuut! We'll get to that." He absentmindly waved with a sigh. Jesus christ there was a lot that needed to be done, he inwardly groaned.

“Then we start at the root of the problem.” Wukong advised. “Hell is literally a dumping ground for unwanted mortal souls that don't pass a set standard and it's getting more selective every decade correct?” Wukong questioned. “Hell might not be heaven but we can still make it into a safe haven for mortals to recover from their previous life. Hell is the chance to do their lives over for the better with a healthy lifestyle and a proper support system that can cater to the individual and not to the masses. Heaven wants like-minded sheep. We might as well take the dogs and wolves Heaven denies.” Wukong replied.

"Pretty much, somehow never fails to get worse." Lucifer agreed with a grimace, to the point hell was overpopulating? He couldn't even begin to imagine what their mortal actions could've done to cost them eternal suffering. It seemed as if heaven was being very nit picky with who their residents were, and knowing what he did about them, it was disheartening, but he wasn't surprised. Who would need hell with a heaven like that? "And show 'em that everyone deserves a second chance." Lucifer murmured, eyes shining at the thought. An actual second chance! One that he never had. "And they say you can never teach an old dog new tricks," Lucifer scoffed. "Like hell you can! It'll be living proof of that soon," excitement in his tone palpable

Wukong chuckled. “It seems my soul stone is helping your own soul heal much better then before.” Wukong noted

"And doing a damn good job of it!" Lucifer grins jabbing the celestial playfully. "I don't think I've ever felt this-" He waved his arms in a frenzied motion as if to better emphasize his point somewhere. "Weird but- I like it??? It's the first in a while, that's for sure!" Again he smiles incredibly lighter than before. Was it really the stone causing so much peace within him? Settling his troubled waves? He only hoped for a prolonged extension to this… bliss.

“You are not keeping my stone for very long that I can promise you. It's simply to helping your own soul heal and to kick-start any rusty abilities you have neglected. I will be teaching you how to find this peace naturally as well as how to do a proper self-cleansing of one's soul.” Wukong explained. He had a lot to teach and likely a lot to learn from Lucifer as well.

"Aww but it feels warm," Lucifer protested half-heartedly. "Sounds like a lot of work and self care but! You got it monkey man! I'm willing to try!" The fallen angel nodded. "It sure is one hell of a kick, and in turn I'll teach ya what you most definitely shouldn't do in order to need one in the first place,"

Wukong rolled his eyes and simply poked Lucifer in the side.

"C'mon you know it'll be fun,~" Lucifer coaxed equally returning a playful jab. "I'll show ya all the ropes! Crash course with the~ one and only!" With a wave of his hand miniature illusions of the two appeared up in lights all showbiz style. From the simple act alone he felt stronger. "Spoiler alert folks there is a shit ton of crashing!"

Wukong growled playfully and simply tackled the smaller falling into a playful bout of good old monkey wrestling he used to enjoy with Mihou when they were younger.

Lucifer, momentarily caught off guard by Wukong's surprise attack let out an undignified screech which doubled into laughter finding himself caught out and tackled. "OH YOU WANNA GO MONKEY MAN??!" Letting out a playful snarl, he deftly maneuvered himself attempting to counterattack and pin Wukong down. Has he done this in eons? No and it probably showed but he was determined nonetheless.

By the end of their playful wrestling, Wukong was pinned on his back with Lucifer straddling him, a slim whip-like black tail waving behind Lucifer with a spade tip marked with a bright red heart.

The sudden rush from their playful endeavor left Lucifer shockingly ecstatic for more as he threw his head back in a triumphant laugh which only continued to bubble. ‘Oh great heavens have mercy.’ He couldn't recall a time he'd ever felt such a victorious emotion let alone willed himself to experience any contentment that wasn't his workspace or his beloved daughter. "NOW THAT!" Lucifer barked, the rapid swish of the revealed appendage capturing all his emotion. "We need to do more!"

Wukong chuckled. “Cute.” Wukong absently stated seeing how happy Lucifer looked.

"Hmph! I'll be taking this as your surrender and as a yes!" Lucifer continued to gloat though it was mostly teasing as he leaned forward to boop Wukong's nose playfully. "And I am most CERTAINLY NOT!" He scoffed, a flush seeming to dust his cheeks. "You'll learn to fear me." Said the 5 foot something man with his tail still wagging to his detriment.

“You are as scary as a cat Lucifer.” Wukong retorted even as his own cheeks reddened at the show of dominance. Wukong’s tail coiled around Lucifer’s. “I know this is far too fast but… I wish to court you when all is settled.” Wukong spoke.

Lucifer's eyes gleamed, mouth posed with whatever witty remark in defense of felines- which WERE IN FACT VERY SCARY!!!- however the fallen angel seemed to short circuit at the sudden confession. Stunned, Lucifer's eyes seemed to dilate, meeting Wukong's, searching for a sign of mockery, a trick, anything that alluded to… deceit almost. Recovery would be his hardest challenge yet. As much as he would try to let go of his past ways. Wukong wasn't her. He just wasn't- Though his mind reeled, Lucifer's own tail was pretty quick to convey with a flurry of excited movements, entwining their tails further, on his thoughts of a possible courting.

“…Think it over. You don't have to give me an answer.” Wukong stated. “After all, you still have yet to meet Mihou in person. Wouldn't be fair to him or you to bring you into the fold without his input as well.”

Lucifer seemed to relax at this, giving the celestial a once over before confirming with firm nod. Though remembering a certain scene from the hologram he could mildly guess an outcome. What? He could dream couldn't he?! "Sounds good to me," Lucifer mused with a growing grin, surprising himself with how soft his tone was. "I'll have to spruce up my inventions then- I gotta show him my best work-" Lucifer rambled, seeming delighted at the prospect of showcasing his well spent coping mechanism to another mystic monkey man

“Macaque is a Theater Kid at heart, Ringmaster.” Wukong snorted.

This only seemed to tip Lucifer over the edge as his appendage vibrated in excitement still coiled around Wukong's. "What?! Why didn't you tell me!? Monkey~ Oh we are SO~ gonna be inseparable!" Lucifer grinned. "I've gotta show him my theme park! I had it built somewhere around here, I should really see how that's been running..." The king of hell murmured more so to himself. Oh there was so much to show them! Once he eventually got his bearings and remembered where the fuck everything was.

Wukong laughed at Lucifer’s reaction before he felt something tug at his soul. “I believe we are being pulled back to the waking world,” Wukong noted as everything began to brighten and lose definition.

There was something in Wukong's hearty bubbling laugh that seemed to ring louder and echo within the fallen angel. Needless to say it was something he wanted to hear more of, a lot often. "Already? And just when I was getting comfortable in limbo," Lucifer squinted, his vision becoming a blur, the tugging growing ever so strong. "I think i'm gonna be-"

He was cut off by a blinding bright light.

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lovelyllamasblog · 2 years

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Disney Palace Pets: Pet Breeds

(This is purely for fun. I had nothing better to do. Don't judge me. These are also purely my headcanons.)

Snow White

Berry: Dwarf Hotot Rabbit Sweetie: Deutches Classic Pony (German Classic Pony) Muffin: Poodle Honeycake: German Rex Thistleblossom: European Hedgehog Madame Hamilot: White Winter Dwarf Hamster

Cinderella

Pumpkin: Poodle Bibbidy: French Saddle Pony Slipper: Persian Brie: Fancy Mouse Midnight: European Wildcat Le Grande: Corgi

Aurora

Dreamy: Birman Bloom: Poney Landais Nuzzles: Red Fox Fern: Long-eared Owl Macaron: English Cocker Spaniel Ash: European Dragon Chipper: Siberian Chipmunk

Ariel

Treasure: Norwegian Forest Cat Seashell: Danish Sport Pony Matey: Faroese Sheepdog Sandy Pearl: Hooded Seal Otto: Eurasian Otter Waddles: Atlantic Puffin

Belle

Teacup: King Charles Spaniel Petit: Auvergne Horse Rouge: Chartreux Booksy: Lop Eared Rabbit Page: Rambouillet Sheep Lacy: Poodle

Jasmine

Sultan: Belgian Tiger Lapis: Arabian Horse Taj: Asian Elephant Nyle: Capuchin Monkey Stripes: Plains Zebra Nola: Nile Hippo Sandstorm: Asiatic Cheetah

Pocahontas

Windflower: North American Raccoon Pounce: Bobcat River: Grey Wolf Brook: The Pony of the Americas

Mulan

Blossom: Great Panda Lychee: Guoxia Plumdrop: Siamese Snowpaws: Snow Leopard Alora: Javan Rhino Chai: Red Panda

Tiana

Lily: Ragdoll Bayou: American Shetland Pony Birdadette: Song Sparrow Olive: Boston Terrier

Rapunzel

Blondie: Deutsche Reitpony (German Riding Pony) Summer: German Longhair Cat Meadow: Skunk Daisy: Maltese Gleam: European Fallow Deer Sundrop: Peacock Truffles: Angeln Saddleback Pig Cubbie: Eurasian Brown Bear

#my posts #disney #disney princesses #palace pets #snow white #cinderella #aurora #belle #ariel #jasmine #pocahontas #mulan #tiana #rapunzel #disney palace pets

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years

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Camp WonderDream: An Adventure At Every Turn Part 6

Leo sighed as he came to the arcade, the sounds of games tokens and kids playing hit him with a wave of nostalgia. He and Mason had to stop by Mason's house so he could drop his boombox off (and keep it away from 'prying hands' as Mason put it) The two boys grabbed some tokens and began multiple games. Leo went to play Dance Dance revolution, while Mason tried a ball dropping game. The two of them then duked it out in Skeeball, BasketBall and air hockey.

After a while, the two of them had a lot of tickets, and a few tokens left "Hey! Let's play Alien Blaster!" Leo suggested. Mason pumped a fist in the air as they fed their tokens to the machine. The screen then lit up with as it told the back story of a hostile ailen fleet trying to take over the world, and that they were humanity's one and only hope they had left.

The two of them blasted the various aliens, robots, monsters, anything that dared to stand in their way. Leo got a few tentacled aliens while Mason shot a alien with multiple eyes. "Crusher Bot at 2:00!" Leo shouted "I'm on it!" Mason replied, firing a few blasts at the red eyed robot. It blew up on screen as the two boys high fived each other. "Yes!! We're gonna beat the final boss!" Mason cheered. Leo smiled as he gazed out as the final boss loaded, but he almost dropped his gun at what he was witnessing. Half of the campers were now playing games in the arcade, and Counselors Sundrop and Moondrop were watching them.

Leo turned Pale and turned to Mason "Hey man, you wanna switch places?" He asked quickly, his voice getting high pitched. Mason raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in Leo's voice "Um...sure?" He said uncertainly as the two boys traded their shooting positions. The screen lit back up as the mother ship glowed on screen, and the alien king screeching on screen. "Lock and Load." Mason said as the two of them shot like crazy at the king alien. However, Leo's attention kept diverting to see it Sundrop had noticed them, and kept turning towards the sides of the arcade cabinet. The alien king let out a roar as it released its final form

"C'mon Leo! Head in the game!" Mason shouted, going rapid fire on the many alien eggs on screen. Leo tried to concentrate,, but it was no use! He felt paranoia, that sunny bot could be back any second! His character got eaten by the alien king, and he didn't have any tokens left "NO!! Don't worry man! I'll avenge you!!" Mason shouted, Shooting at the alien's heart. Leo nodded as he hid behind the cabinet, just as Moondrop peeked his head in. Mason looked at him with a Creeped out expression, only to realize he couldn't see past him "Move Man! I can't see!" He yelled, unable to see where to shoot. "Sorry..." Moondrop said as he moved out of the way.

The alien's head exploded and the mother ship was blown to smithereens "YES!! We did it! The mother ship is dead, we saved the earth." Mason sang as he danced. Leo went back in and Mason high-fived him "Cmon man put in your name! We're gonna go down in history!!" He cheered as two hogh scores appeared. Leo typed his name while Mason put in the initials M.A.S.

"OK, Let's go." Leo said, pulling Mason out of the cabinet. "Wait Leo! We forgot to submit it!" He yelled as they ran to the exit. Sundrop and Moondrop could have sworn for a second they heard the name Leo...Sundrop looked inside of the Alien Blaster cabinet, and saw two names at the top of the leadership board, and while it could be a coincidence...one of them was "LEO"...

This is a story inspired by @julili 's VERY adorable camp pic! I hope you enjoy AND go check out her work!

#Balan Wonderworld #Leo Craig #Sundrop #Moondrop

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ditzdreamweaver · 2 years

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After multiple redesign attempts... I FINALLY GOT THE DESIGN I'M SATISFIED FOR!!!

But before anything else, I'd like to tell you more about this little AU my friends and I created back in a server that I'm in for context!

꒰꒰ 🌸 ☀️ 🍂 ❄ Four seasons once united... now tied in one war﹒˖˚꒦꒷

꒰꒰🍓 Centuries of bloodshed has bounded four seasonal spirits to choose a vessel in royal families and continue their hunt for power. Their choices decide the fates of their kingdom and the next generation. Will peace be ever restored? Or will the whole world collapse before everyone's very eyes as they burn the world down with a single coin?﹒˖˚꒦꒷

So basically, that's one part of the lore in a Fantasy Discord Server that I'm in! It so happened that I managed to get the role as a king of the Summer Kingdom! And who else would fit better than Sundrop himself (give that he's the walking embodiment of the sun). So...

MAKE WAY FOR YOUR MAJESTY, KING APOLLO "SUNNY" ANLUAN! Wielding the Summer Spirit, he reigns the tropical grounds of Mornstar! His rays are a bit chipped out and he's half blind, but he's still beaming as ever! Though... is he still the same as the Sundrop we all know and love in the OG AU? Who knows?

I might post more of this AU or maybe work on some other AUs I want to share here! For now, have this reference sheet that I broke my fingers for !

And yes... he does have a bit of abs lol

#fnaf fanart #fnaf sun #fnaf au #royal au #fantasy au #sundrop #ditzdreamweaver

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spooky-activity · 3 years

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Just a little update on Cassandratopia 2: Electric Boogaloo (Or as it stands in my Google Docs folder rn, A Helping Hand). I’ll put it under the cut cuz it’s kinda long.

I just wanted to say that I’m still planning on actually doing it, despite all evidence to the contrary lol

I did Cassandratopia in a haze of graduating from college(where I was studying animation) and just having ended my first dnd campaign as a dungeon master (which went 3 years!). I was fishing around for internships, but since the pandemic had just kicked off I wasn’t having much luck. So I had a lot of creative energy that wasn’t getting channeled anywhere, and a lot of free time when I wasn’t applying to places. Which is how I did 4 pages a day several times per week. Which was insane.

As it stands, I’m running 2 dnd campaigns(one meets weekly, the other every other week or so), and just scored a full-time internship at a video game company! The campaigns I’m running are a homebrew open world, which, for those of you who aren’t too familiar with dnd, is a metric fuckton of work to prep for each session because I have no idea what my insane friends and siblings are going to try and do every time we play.

Anyways all this to say that my storytelling itch is kinda. Sufficiently getting scratched atm and I have a lot less free time. I’m still plucking away at the setting/refining the story of A Helping Hand, but it’s largely on the backburner. Cassandratopia was also, uh, like the first story I’ve ever told in any sort of format besides the give-and-take of dnd, so... I’m not used to having so much control over the narrative. Oddly. I’ve never thought of myself as much of a writer of stories; my main focus is character animation, so someone else is usually writing the stories I’m telling anyways, which is super cool with me. Honestly I’m surprising myself with how much I want to tell this story, which is why I’m still sure I’m doing it. Just. Slower. Than Cassandratopia got done.

But I’ll share a bit of the lore I’ve been cooking up! Specifically about Zhan Tiri and The Drops. The story will be told in an extremely dnd type setting, because that’s the kind of narrative I’ve told before and am comfortable telling: hard magic rules, neat fights, scary monsters, a dash of eldritch horror, and huge emphasis being put on magical artifacts(kinda like in the show!). Here’s some stuff that’s basically locked-in.

Zhan Tiri

Zhan Tiri is one of the many Demon Lords of the Abyss. She’s kind of a mashup of two of my favorite Demon Lords, Zuggtmoy, the Lady of Rot and Decay, and Pale Night, the Mother of Demons and Queen of the Night(with just a dash of Hannibal Lecter because who doesn’t like helpful, polite, manipulative-ass bitches lksjflkja;fj). Her domain sits almost exactly between the Sundrop and Moonstone, largely being the new growth that comes from death, and the endless cycle of life and death. Places where her influence is strongest includes the cracks in... Well anywhere really, from society to the planet’s shell, where metaphorical or physical rot could grow; musty, mostly ignored places where something could fester. Iconography related to her would include endless mazes, fungi, grasping skeletal hands, and rotting/blooming corpses. Her spores can animate corpses, which she likes to use as mindless minions when she doesn’t feel like sending one of her Acolytes. She shares a scrap of her power with those few mortals she likes. She appreciates ambition and the desire to Grow to be bigger than what you were to start with, as those are qualities she herself possesses.

Incredibly intelligent and merciless to those she deems her enemies, her main thing is pulling the strings from the shadows and seeing just how far she can push people to act with as little prompting from her as possible. She does, however, have the power to kinda bulldoze her way through things if she needs to, but she doesn’t like to because where’s the fun in that?

She first gained interest in the Material Plane when a Wizard with too much hubris from said Material Plane(Named Demanitus) contacted her trying to figure out more information about The Drops and how to control them. After indulging him for a bit, she started preparing to make a summer home on the Material Plane because it’s New and Fun here and Wow These Mortals are Really Fun to Mess With! And some of them she even genuinely liked! Demanitus then realized his mistake and locked her away in Pandemonium for what he hoped was forever, but turned out to be only around 1,000 years, due to the efforts of her followers. Her little stint in Pandemonium magnified the more... Chaotic aspects of her personality, so now she wants to cover the Material Plane in blooming mazes of fungal crops that she can break people with at her leisure.

The Drops

The drops are two semi-sentient pieces of one original artifact, whose original purpose was to be a tool of creation for the gods. Which, through some great calamity(still deciding that one), got sundered and settled into the two basic aspects of creation: the nearly unlimited well of life-energy which organizes stardust into planets, cabbages, and kings, and the “you gotta crack a few eggs to get an omlette” destructive force which breaks down what the sundrop makes so that it can make more.

The main goal of the drops is to reunite. I would want to as well if I was ripped in half! This manifests as a... General tug in the direction of the other drop. A desire in the host to Go That Way. It can be resisted, and even ignored for a bit, but it’s always there. Like being hungry if starving wasn’t a danger. Just a bit uncomfortable if you aren’t going That Way, but ignorable.

Both drops generally try to be as helpful to their wielder as possible, as originally they were a tool of creation to the gods. They are innately obliging. They’re also REALLY UNSAFE FOR MORTALS TO BE MESSING WITH. The Sundrop is a little safer because the most it can do is kinda. Overcharge you into something distinctly not human but still alive, and King Fredrick was lucky he made the Sundrop into soup before giving it to Arianna. But King Edmund got his wholeass arm blasted off for touching the Moonstone.

The Sundrop

Best I could whittle it down, the Sundrop has power over life energy, like the sun’s light. It also has power over the energy derived from geothermal activities, so deep sea creatures Are Not Immune To The Sundrop, which was a funny thought that crossed my mind that they could be, but that will likely never come up anyways salkdjf;ljsf It is, in its basest form, Growth and Progress.

It’s a little sentient, but very much entrenches itself into whoever is holding it at the time. Like another mind looking through your eyes and seeing what you see/feeling what you feel while still retaining a bit of individuality from the host. It’s not... Parasitic because it’s in its nature to give, but it’s generally pretty firmly attached to whoever is holding it until they die( which isn’t usually for a WHILE. It ’infects’ a new host when one dies, usually a plant near their grave...) or until a solar eclipse. It wants what they want, but it’s very fussy so they have to ask it for power exactly correctly(like singing an incantation every time you want to heal someone, or doing a Ritual involving lots of very specific ingredients, Celestial Alignments, and Secret Words) or it won’t listen, like an orchid dying if the ph balance is off in the soil by a little bit. But it’s generally pretty intuitive to use, because it wants what you want and (as long as you ask right) is willing to help.

Anyways basically under the influence of the Sundrop you get a few things:

Basically limitless energy coursing through your body while you’re in a place with sunlight, which equates to rapid healing, mostly, because every cell in your body is being supercharged with free energy. Never getting exhausted in direct sunlight. (If Rapunzel lived in a place that was sunny 24/7 like near one of the poles she wouldn’t have to sleep like. until it started to get dark in the opposite half of the year. Then she’d have to sleep like a regular human being)

You stay at your prime, or if you are past it, revert to your prime. Someone who is holding the Sundrop, or who has regular access to the Sundrop’s magic can’t die of old age or illness. They have to be hurt beyond the Sundrop’s ability to heal or have it taken away from them.

The ability to share this rapid healing with others (if you ask right)

The ability to freely draw on the raw, near-limitless energy of the sun to shape into things like cool-looking energy blasts (only if you ask right)

The Moonstone

The moonstone has powers over varying levels of destruction: from destroying things by ripping them apart/ to Not Letting Things Be Destroyed(also known as protecting) by freezing them in indestructible rock. Like the moon, it can ‘reflect’ a bit of the sundrop’s power, so it can kinda provide energy, albeit a lot less than the sundrop can provide. It’s the inevitable march of The End of All Things, fertilizing the fields of time with the ashes of the old so the new can take root.

The Moonstone is a bit more in the dark(pun intended hehe) when it comes to bonding with someone, it can only try to figure out what is going on based off the emotions of its wielder, and through anything directly touching the Black Rocks. Because of this it’s... Kinda dumb? It tries to do things to help(Like shooting red fear-rocks to try and scare away whatever must be scaring its wielder so badly) but often fails spectacularly at helping.

Under the influence of the Moonstone you get:

Mortals get Neat Body Armor that’s actually just you being turned into a rock! They are very fragile! They need to be protected! The best the Moonstone can do to try and preserve you is to Stop All Destruction by.. Pausing all bodily functions indefinitely. Rocks don’t need to eat, sleep, or breathe, and almost nothing can destroy you if you’re solid Black Rock. The weak reflection of the Sundrop’s energy keeps the host animated, but they’re not exactly alive anymore. Like cryostasis. Wounds (if any) acquired in this state won’t be a problem because they’re not messing anything up, because nothing is technically working in the first place, but they will be a problem when you’re not protected in this way anymore. It’s a cosmic ‘I’ll deal with that later’ button, essentially.

Like the moon, the Moonstone can reflect the light of the sun. It uses its rock crystals to do so, which can even split the sun’s power into different shades, like a prism. Essentially, different colored rocks can mean new and exciting power sets.

Blue Lightning! The Moonstone can reflect the Sundrop’s power, so it also has access to pure bursts of energy, even if it is weaker and colder.

The Moonstone is very helpful, but usually has no idea what you want. ‘Asking’ the Moonstone for more control over its power in the same way you would Ask the Sundrop for more power reminds it of the perfect bond it used to share. The Moonstone’s incantation deepens the bond between wielder and Moonstone in such a way that it actually knows what you want from it, giving you near perfect control of its powers.

*This is kind of just a side note of the Drops: While the Moonstone is weaker than the Sundrop in an head-on fight, it could hold its own if it were on the defensive. Redirecting the power instead of trying to overpower and such.

** Cass made of rocks means I get to draw her skeleton :) not in every picture that would be fucking nuts and way too much work alskjdf;lkjs;fv

#helping hand #a helping hand #casstopia #cassandratopia 2 #mine #so yeah next comic is happening still #but I can't promise when #maybe in like 6 months when one of my dnd games wraps up #my siblings are the ones who play weekly #and I said i'd run a shorter campaign for them #like half a year campaign #then I'll only be running one game!#and I'll have time to draw comic stuff and finish finalizing my draft #I'd also like to apologize in advance for my clunky storytelling #I've literally never done this before lakjs;dlkcvj;lksjf

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alchemt · 4 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 .

repost , don’t reblog , please !

BASICS.

full name. varian of old corona ! nickname. v , goggles , hairstripe , vari . gender. cis male ( he / his ) height. 5′0″ age. 17 in canon verse , varies within others ! zodiac. aries sun , libra moon , pisces rising . spoken languages. drums my hands on the table , you got a dead language and something translatable and this kid learns it within a few weeks , easy , so we’re sorting demantius’ dialect in here , but i’d say both the dialects of the inner + outer parts of the kingdom ! ( i’ll talk a lil more specifically ab this in accent ! ) maybe a smattering of words n phrases of languages found in the other kingdoms , due to his work that has all kinds of people coming to him for alchemic assistance , as well as being an outskirt village !

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. black w/ brown highlights and a teal stripe ! eye color. blue ! skin tone. very light and very very fair , burns within a few hours of being outside in the summer sun , but before that , freckles ! ! ! accent. the tts - english version of what was most likely a version of an early nineteenth century germanic dialect by the coast ! i would also reach to say that it’s probably audibly different from what is usually spoken within corona’s main city / citadel , due to the distance between main and old corona , there’s probably a different dialect for those living on the far reaches of the kingdom outskirts ! voice. usually very pronounced , very loud , and very fast , depending on whether he’s talking ab his work or not . either way , it’s prone to cracking . his brain tends to work faster than his mouth , so there’s a lot of repetition and backtracking as well ! dominant hand. ambidextrous ! he’s confident enough w/ pouring chemicals with both hands , and his staff switches between right and left constantly . it doesn’t look like he prioritizes towards one over another , usually using the one that feels right in the moment . posture. absolutely horrendous ! literally you will always find him slouching over notes and various versions of work , falling asleep in bad positions over his workstations , and w/ working his way around machinery –– hanging over and around gently dangerous and in - progress kinds of equipment and chemical machinery does not always equal the best of results for one’s muscles and posture –– but ! ruddiger is actually a really wonderful addition to the family here w/ this , a welcome weight on his shoulders , which also serves to remind him to straighten up ( in more ways than one 🥺 ) ! scars. lots of chemical burn scarring ! alchemy is an incredibly dangerous practice , and vari is not one to stick to a safety protocol on his own volition , like a whole entire fool , so there’s lots of burnt clothes and burn scars –– the gloves were most likely a gift from his father , as soon as there had been a few accidents leading to some permanent markings on his hands , the same w/ the apron . i do like to think he makes his own goggles , though , i.e. why he has so many of them to go around ! tattoos. n/a in most verses , but i love the idea of him getting one to tie back to all the work he’s done w/ the demanitus legend / language when he’s older ! birthmarks. hmmm . i may come back to this at a later point , but for now let’s say if there are some , they’ve been marked over by other scars . most noticeable feature(s). teal hair stripe , gigantic goggles , some article of clothing is always slightly singed ( or still on fire , please let him know asap ! ) .

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. old corona ! birth weight. most likely underweight . birth height. small , tiny , it sticks w/ him , the poor kid ! first words. blue ! siblings. none ! can’t vouch for canon here , but i’m going to go with historical accuracy here and say his mother died due to sickness when vari was still a baby . parents. quirin ( father ) , a woman who wasn’t given a name bc tts is Like That™ ( mother ) parental involvement. being son to the leader of the village isn’t always . super great ! there’s a lot of interactions between them that lean into the thinking that there’s a . stilted kind of relationship between them ? ( think . that is enough , varian / yes , sir . think . not again , varian . think . you are not ready . ) running a village is a busy enough position to be in , let alone one in the middle of a crisis , and it doesn’t feel like there’s much time left , or prioritized , in either of those times , to develop a relationship w/ vari ? i can’t imagine that the loss of his mother really . helps ? there’s so much hurt there , you can see it when quirin looks at the portrait in qfad , and so they’re very distanced due to just . not knowing how to reach one another ? there’s always something , too big to cross , too far to reach . so much of varian’s story is trying to get his father to see him , to be proud of him , and it reflects so much onto . quirin’s absence ? in vari’s work , in his interests , in him ? and in wanting that , needing that emotional relationship more than anything else ? feels like enough to drive him to uh . . . doing A Lot™ to get it .

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. " wizard “ of old corona → alchemist → co-lady-in-waiting ( The Best Day , you will never be able to pry this title away from him ) → the gentle villain stint → redeemed alchemist → most trusted royal engineer of corona ! current residence. old corona ! depending on verse he also travels , and lives within the citadel to be close to the official castle lab ! close friends. ruddiger , rapunz.el , cassandra , eugene , lance . financial status. as son as the leader of a village , i’d say middle class , esp. since they’re living in an outskirt town , it isn’t much ? a lot of varian’s experiments come from deconstructing old ones to reuse and rebuild from scraps . he def sews their clothes back into working order as well ! driver’s license. not exactly modern , but he can fly a hot air balloon ! that’s pretty vehicular ! no license tho bc he’s . gotta rebel in the ways that he still can ! criminal record. pulls out a scroll that rolls down the whole expanse of the throne room : “ attacking “ princess rapunz.el on the night of the snowstorm , drugging an entire castle staff w/ laced cookies , assisting + instigating in the theft of herz der sonne's journal , assisting + instigating the plan to break into the castle vaults , stealing the sundrop flower ( + later destroying it ) , endangering the crown princess on multiple accounts , multiple accounts of assault + endangerment to the people of both main and outer corona ( birthday automaton , enhanced ruddiger , army of automatons . ) , kidnapping the queen , attempted regicide , breaking out of jail , aligning himself with the saporians , wiping the memories of the king + queen , allegedly planning on continuing the memory wipe to the whole of kingdom corona , endangering the whole of main corona with his chemicals yet again . vices. arrogance , doubt , recklessness . love language. primarily actions ! ! you need something done ? you need someone to do something for you ? he’s your boy ! he also gives gifts , as well , mostly practical ones , usually lil machines or things he’ll think that could be of use or necessity !

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. oh i will make you proud is too much of a bop to be anything but his theme ! we also see it played throughout the seasons in instrumental swells within gentle or Big Plot™ moments , even all the way back in what the hair ! so much of his character + narrative arcs lean on being seen and known and validated ? it’s important to him , but especially for it to come from his dad , or even from those he admires n looks up to ? The whole entire Dream ! hobbies to pass time. experiments , building w/ spare machinery parts , playing around w/ ruddiger , cooking , gardening , sewing , reading , etc . ! mental illnesses. anxiety , depression , ptsd . physical illnesses. he gets sick a lot . exposure to dangerous chemicals can lead to a weakened immune system , so it ends up showing in lots of semi - sick days after all - nighters that he works through until he eventually collapses or gets worse . it does mean that he eventually develops a good repertoire of being able to recognize various symptoms of sicknesses , and with a bit of studying , experience on how to treat people within his village + even beyond ! fears. losing his father , being lied to / kept in the dark , not being enough despite his best efforts , never being fully trusted in the same way again , that he won’t be who he could’ve been , once , bright in the light , unhurt and unhistoried , and that the darkness is still in him , waiting for the day that he snaps again . self-confidence level. can i get a big oof in the chat bc it’s not . really exactly super - great ? or even super - sturdy , for that matter ? ambition is one thing , but failed experiment and failed invention over and over again can be . extremely disheartening , especially when it comes w/ a verbal disappointment speech , as well as side - eyes and general wariness + distrust from everyone in his village . he’s incredibly confident in his knowledge + ability , and can don the “ wizard of old corona “ facade , but he’s . he wants to do something right , so so badly , to prove himself , to prove that he can , even if he’s not exactly the right person to do it , he’s going to try anyways , even if it’s just in case , even if it’s the only recourse left ? and that can be . dangerous , to say the least , as we’ve seen . but but but ! with the help of raps and cass and eugene and lance , and being given the chance(s) to be included in their lil found family , in being able to prove himself among them ( with some bumps along the way , a sad kid with no family left can go a lil feral w/ fury and grief as a treat , as you do , you know how it be sometimes ) , and come into his own ? has been . the absolute best ! everything he’s done for the name of good , for the betterment of the lives of others ! all of the light that it brings into his life , into his work ! love that for him ! ! ! vulnerabilities. overactive , maybe leaning a lil too close to what’s really an obsessive need for answers , how that there are not many lines he’s not willing to cross to do something he deems Right™ or for those that he loves , how he’s easily provoked to accept challenges + problems to solve .

TAGGED BY. @irnmaidn ! 💕 TAGGING. so i did . gently cut a lot out of this , so if you are interested in filling this out , let me know and i will happily direct u back to the whole of it !

#it's past one am so i'm allowed 2 post the ' i spent way too much time n had way too much fun detailing this hc meme ' post !#▎「 i want to remember everything ﹐ which is why i’m lying awake ﹐ not sleepy enough to give it up . / 𝐡𝐜 .#long post tw

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