#all death

[luxaaj]

hey pookie you got any dr. isabel helga anastasia parvati wondertainment V, PhD headcanons :3

OKAY MAYBE i have a few

-shes polyam asf. she has two hands and one of them is holding Emma’s hand and the other is holding all deaths hand.

-She is so oblivious to how much Emma protects her. Somebody could threaten her and she’ll walk away thinking nothing of it and once she hears theyve been injured she will have no idea that Emma did it 😭😭

-She screams silly bimbo to me. Just in a naive way. Trust me she is smart.

-you would have no idea shes smart tho. shes just too silly.

-She somehow knows all the Jeremy’s and what makes them special. and yes she does make little dog toys for them often.

SORRY its not much..i think i had more but my isabel thoughts have left me…..if i think of/remember more ill update BUT yeah ;3

[anonauthorsworkshop]

hi remember me i was kcalteri anyway do you have any brothers deaths headcanons ❤

yes i do remember you!! i'm going to assume you mean general headcanons for them,, sorry if i'm wrong :')

We all know that the three brothers have their pet preferences. The Youngest is a dog lover. The Eldest is a cat lover. But the one in-between, Great Death, is absolutely obsessed with what one would typically find unusual. ...Rocks. It's rocks. Pet rocks. And not just pebbles found alongside shores and stone kicked beneath the dirt. He especially likes the big ones. Like Asteroids. Meteoroids. Space rocks. Pet space rocks.

Small Death usually floats everywhere. He doesn't have to, but he hates having to touch the ground and letting the soil dirty his robes.

All Death finds immense enjoyment in watching space matter get sucked into black holes.

The Three Brothers Death all like to go up to the stars and bask in their core temperatures of 16 million+ degrees celsius sometimes. Maybe it's their God-equivalent of what humans know as sunbathing.

[malebeja1]

I'm a little embarrassed to ask but I'm going to, can I hug your scarlet king or your all death? well if you want clear, i love you art waaa (〃・・〃)♡

Of course. Why not both? ⭐

Thank you a lot, I really appreciate it ❤🌟✨

[awkward-clone]

It’s finally done

Redesign/reimagine/idk what to consider this all death :)

Hate the background tbh but w/e I was running out of battery on this iPad, and I wanted to move on to other stuff so-

[pandora-blackstone]

Yes Sanna, we’d love to hear a story!

“Oh my divines, it seems a lot of you would enjoy one! I am completely flattered. I shall tell two stories. Which one should I start with? Well, since they seem to be topic of honor so far. Why not Death themselves first?

I always heard stories about the Brothers, from my mother to Harak. While everyone else was so afraid of them. My mother was not. Indeed, she saw them as savors. The beautiful inevitable end. I never saw her pass. For when I woke up one Sol day, she was gone from her chambers. And she will never return. But her rambles stayed. Always lingering in my mind anytime I shut my eyes. Of the lullabies and tales she told me, this one stood out.

***

‘ ‘ When time was nothing more then a dying maw. And the darkness was forever growing into a long forgotten rotting forest. A spark appeared. This spark held its hand out, offering it to the darkness. They took it. And began to dance. As the pair spun, they began to collide. Fusing. And becoming one. From this, golden eyes opened. A metallic mouth breathed for the first time. Looking forward, backwards, onwards and upwards. He came to find that he was all alone. Everything that could have been seen had already left. Rot was all that was left. A begone art. Indeed, he was the Eldest. For there was nothing else to claim the title.

One NYX night, a dim light arrived to the Eldest. The light flickered silently, week and vulnerable to an ancient rage. He too, was weak to the beauty of the warm light. And so, The Eldest saw fit that he shall protect it. He wrapped his cold, iron hands around the light. As his golden core, softened at the sight of it. The light flickered against his metal skin one last time. She stepped back, before turning into a pupa.

The Eldest was once again alone. Until the darkness sang a choir of four. And from the shadows, came the Middle Brother. His face was silent, but clothed with purr iron and joy. Compared to his Brother, the Middle was in his shadows. But he was mountain like in power. Trillions shall fall to their knees upon the sight of him. But never shall he leave the shadow of the Eldest. He was content with this however.

“Praise be, my brother!” The Middle spoke, with pure jovial.

“Well met, dear brother.” The Eldest replied, with glom but equal joy.

He motioned towards the pupa silently. And the Middle Brother looked at the sight with curiosity. Tilting his head to the side.

“What do you think of it?” The Eldest asked.

“I cannot say,” replied the Middle simply, “what is it?”

“We will find out soon.” He answered.

Then, from the great void, came a soft piano. And from its beginning melody came the Youngest. He held a sliver smile, and a false sense of pride. That would burn for all of time. He wore a dark robe and held a pale face. The Youngest remained far from his fellow brothers. His mind, compared to his brothers, was narrow. Great he was. But forever apart from everything.

“Praise! We are together at long last.” The Youngest spoke.

“Indeed. Praise, my brother.” The Eldest replied, a smile forming on his face at the reunion.

The Youngest still remained apart. But looked up to his brothers with wonder and curiosity. The Eldest, once again, motioned towards the pupa.

“It is beautiful, is it not?” The Eldest asked.

“It is bitter. And unfair. Why must we be so?” His brother answered.

The Eldest didn’t reply. He knew the minds of brothers. And he never learned how to solace it.

The pupa flickered, becoming a fire. A moth emerged from the remains. And looked upon the Eldest with warmth. Before rising above everything. With smoothness and a love stronger than any hatred. She raised her hand. She is a fire. A forge of pure fondness.

The fire looked down at the Brothers for a final time. Before turning and spreading her wings. Turning into a conflagration. That sheltered the remains, kindling it softly. And from a seed, that she once planted a sign of peace, came a trunk. And the antlers of a tree was birthed. Splitting into twain. Two twins were born along with it at the base. One of pure steel, the other with scales and a sliver tongue. Sophia looked upon her brother with logic. While Satan greeted her with delight.

The Divine flew across reality. Giving light to all the newborns. Far from her reaches, from the forgotten depths, the womb of the Eater broke. Spilling out the Demiurge. It scream, crying from memories that were fleeting. Gasping, she looked up. And with her fresh, week eyes, was blinded by creation. An ancient hysteria filled her blood. And her flesh spread like poison.

With this, the Eldest rose. Turning to his brothers. A smile finally fully forming on his cold face.

“Come, dear brothers,” he spoke at last, his shadow covering all of reality. The Moth laughed taking a brush and building 7 layers. The first, a great golden city. With great stairs and walls. The second, a frozen white tundra. Of towering trees. The third, a land of deep tides and floods. With forever flowing waterfalls. The fourth, a hellish wasteland of burning fire. With magma forming giant skyscrapers and cells. And finally, the Sixth and Seventh. A simple forest and garden. But a great palace laid in wait. “It is time.”

Once it was done. The click of heels sounded off. Followed by the hoof clicks of time. A woman and lamb stepped out of the darkness. They bowed to each other. And looked upon the tree with a sense of pride. The lamb looked upon the woman, before diving into the light. And she followed with them.

There is little more to be said. ’ ’

***

It is quite long compared to other bedtime stories, isn’t it? That is my mother for you. I did call them rambles for a reason! Harak never enjoyed this story. He stated it was blasphemy against his family. And his great aunt. Whatever that seemed to mean. I was forbidden to ever retell it again in the Abyss. Although, I am no longer in the Abyss. So I win. I truly enjoyed it whenever my mother told me this story, I pray you all feel the same.

[via-the-ghoul]

headcanons for All Death and/or Isabel Wondertainment? (if you have any)

Sure!

Isabel hasn’t seen the majority of the misters since she was a kid, she hopes they’re doing well though (they are not lol)

She’s not the best at calling people out “mr. Harak, you have been very mean!”

She just. Will not swear. Ever.

All Death has a habit of referring to people by their full names.

Isabel is one of the few people to get him to genuinely smile.

Each Jeremy has a bow to separate them from the other Jeremies. There is a Jeremy for every color on the color wheel.

[orcinus-veterinarius]

Woman at the zoo: Why do they look so sad? 😔

Sign literally 10 feet away:

[leiandroid]

"free palestine," he shouted until his last breath. aaron bushnell, we will never forget you.

as much as bushnell's actions has moved us all, please seek other ways to take actionable measures against the injustices we face in the world. none of us wanted him gone, and the least we can do is prevent another such tragedy by supporting each other in our efforts to enact lasting change.

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

being a student during peak pandemic was so fucking surreal like. "it's not an excuse to fall behind" I cannot stress enough to you how much A Worldwide Plague Upending Life As We Know It is literally one of The Top Three Reasons to fall behind

[bloodybellycomb]

Bro, my unyielding loyalty towards you is totally normal and healthy, I swear. It's just that it's definitely my duty to rip out your enemies throats with my bare teeth. You are the love of my life and I am your most valuable tool. Each night, I fantasize about dying in your arms, covered in blood, and then I close my eyes one final time, satisfied because I can feel your fingers on my face as I take my last breath. Haha anyways

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[1alchemistart]

doing my duty of drawing skeleton falin

[anonauthorsworkshop]

Fun fact: It’s mentioned in Three Short Stories About Death that All Death shows up every year on the Scarlet King’s birthday just to tell him that he’s gonna be destroyed. Is it pity? Absolutely, but you gotta admire the guy’s dedication.

LMAO YEAH and then Jeser is horrified

[1eos]

the glorification of your 20s and fear of anything else has got to stop. mainly bc your 20s is quite literally the worst decade of your life the idea that ppl think you peak at 25 has me so sad for them

[tariah23]

The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.

[pandora-blackstone]

I also have a random headcanon, where whenever Isabel scares All-Death, he turns into a crow.

BAHAHAHAHAHJSJA, THANK YOU FOR SHARING

That’s the most funniest headcanon I’ve read of them yet. He can’t even control when it happens, he just turns into a crow automatically whenever she scared him. Imagine how horribly embarrassed he is after it too, and Isabel comforts him because she feels slightly bad.

Speaking of this, I like to think that Isabel somehow scared people out of nowhere. She doesn’t even mean to at times, it’s just a talent of hers.

Your random headcanons are the best headcabons, thank you Anon. This made me smile :)