#staring through the demons

[what-goesaround-comesaround]

Full credit to @youll-find-out-on-saturday for the Unholyverse/Barbie meme inspiration!!

[variousbones]

Just finished the entire Unholyverse main trilogy,,,all 177k words,,,,,,,,feeling very normal and definitely not vibrating with barely contained feral energy

[thisishowidisappear00]

[ireaditsoyoudonthaveto]

sometimes bexless writes something and i have to take a minute to be able to tell if it’s a purposeful lyric reference or not. im still not sure

Checkpoint 6: I don’t want what’s best for Frank

patrick’s characterization in this fic is soooooo unbearable. like i get it. i get it. if this were a real situation it would be like ok yeah dont trust the gay little freaks. but like OH MY GOD. his whole deal is just to get in the way of the plot and act distrustful towards mikey. im sorry i just dont care

brian momence :) 

bob bryar hasn’t made any significant appearance i’ll be real. incredible restraint on bexless’ part

I don’t want what’s best for Frank. i’ve been there buddy. you know even with all of the *waves hand vaguely* i think a lot of the dialogue in the scenes focused on private conversations is pretty realistic and also not horribly handled. does this make any sense

did bexless reference a real tragic situation when one of the FOB guys talked about knowing someone who had lukemia. if so that is kinda fucked LOL

theres one tumblr post that explains who matt cortez is explicity in context of UHV i think? and it’s the only thing i can think of when i read the parts that talk about him now. the same 3-5 images from prorev

the implication that cortez mentioned or in some way made frank feel bad for his scars makes me want to start eating drywall 

how much forehead touching and longing eye contact can you make with the homies before it’s gay

uhv!gerard is autistic and i love that for her

uhv!frank is autistic and it ruined my adolescense bc i was ALSO weirdly obsessed with the virgin mary 

[stardew-obsessed-ora]

Okay, so I'm revisiting the concept of Demon Morris because my brainrot goes in circles once every month and like

I've been thinking of how his design would be in my world lore. Gluttony demons are commonly buglike in theme in my head and like,,,,

so i present the audience with one alternative design;

moth morris. i walk off, there is applause, i bow. He'd be based off of the white ribboned carpet moth, and due to dimorphism would be slightly larger than usual. He can fly, he can flutter, and he gets to places like no other.

[popcornkwantum]

Imagine going through a third puberty

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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This is the first illustration of a collection named by the title above

This is mostly just me making stuff in different styles I would normally not draw, all surrounding the theme of Nicky's demon puberty, tied into the experience of going through puberty as a trans person. With themes of monstrification / body horror and teeth. I love sharp teeth

[tranzombie]

i just finished the second volume of unholyverse i didn’t know it was THIS good

the only thing i didn’t like was how mean patrick was :(( he’s such a nice person irl

[smol-stardust]

smol sisters with weapons ㅤᵕ̈

[elexnorislingtxn]

sighhh the secret history arc in tranquillity is so annoying

[phoenixcatch7]

Love how LBH bonded with all the Batkids. And being technologically illiterate. The protagonist halo is not helping for once XD! But it’s ok, he can always go to SQQ for help UWU. Also, yes, I would like to hear more about Batman! SQQ cross dressing for infiltration purposes 👀 👀.

All the protagonist halo in the world can't make you technologically literate lol.

*slams hands together* SO! I had this thought a couple days ago that there is a lot of things sqq would have mastered by living in an alternate pidw, archery and painting and music and horse riding and hair care and all sorts, but most importantly - wife plot/gay idiots hunt demons plot starters. A lot of fanfic and heist movies and adult 'coming of ages' and all sorts LOVE crossdressing as a trope, and I I do love me a good oblivious gender queer sqq!

He has 100% had to infiltrate a brothel or club or gathering or acted as demon bait at some point in his long life, and with his already lean and pretty figure, his own appearance perfectionist tendencies for the role of sqq, and his husband's refusal to let him out the house looking anything less than stunning, he's put a good effort and practice into it. Nanda parbat (or the other places he studied) is also well versed in disguise as a job. Canonically he uses stage makeup to create other identities, most famously matches malone. SO! By all logic batman would be EXCELLENT at disguising as a woman!

Also in this au I headcanon that cultivators are rarely super muscled, with agility and flexibility also being very important. Think more swimmers and barbarian and lumberjack builds - the muscle isn't for show at all, but some can lift more than the body builders twice their size! Unfortunately for sqq, system demands an imposing presence, and so he fills the bats suit out with fake padding and extra armour and tech. He tucks his long hair in the cowl. It helps emphasise the difference between Bruce Wayne and Batman, and the first time Jason saw him undress after patrol he thought batman was peeling his own skin off lol.

And what that means is he is completely unbothered when a pair of women are needed to infiltrate a club to gather information, and wonder woman is the only one free. She gamely volunteers to go herself, but is vetoed on grounds of safety and efficiency. So then the solution is Martian manhunter but he's off world.

So batman volunteers.

He's met with confusion and disbelief, and for good reason?? He's huge! Buff! Deep voice! Aloof! Batman is a very manly man!

But no, he can do it, are you doubting that he can't? It's fine.

Diana is very excited. Also very curious. Sure, there are amazonians bigger than him, but he is very much a guy and they're not going to a place known for inclusivity.

But despite their misgivings they set a time and place.

And as they're talking, waiting for batman to arrive, a bombshell of a woman walks past. Long dark hair, boobs peeking out of a window, glittery earrings, six inch heels, long and painted nails, big puffy jacket, trousers that flare at the knees, the whole works.

She walks past them again a minute later, and stops. Greets them with a low and sultry voice.

It's batman. Wtf.

Sqq rather thinks he's done a good job with the outfit. The trousers hide his calves, fake boobs are so much more realistic in the modern era, he took his voice changer out. Makeup changes his whole face. He's got contacts and brush through hair due so he doesn't look like Bruce Waynes sister. His voice probably sounds a bit funny but it's close enough! It'll pass!

The group of veteran heroes are choking on their tongues. Diana is delighted.

It's still early days for the league, they're still feeling each other out, seeing if they can trust each other with matters outside of heroism.

For Clark, it's the first of many existential crises.

[judeiscariot]

finished all things unholy. rpf is beautkful and true

[bleachersgirl]

what was that youre pete wentz quote from? unholyverse?

yeah unholyverse ❤️

[ireaditsoyoudonthaveto]

i’ll be real with you i care so little about the fall out boy plotline.

Checkpoint 5: God-Hating Orphans are Getting Up to Mischeif on Fall Out Boy Tour. One Dead, Thousands Injured.

first of all i dont think i’ve acknowledged that this part is from Mikey’s perspective, which is a bit odd, but since I know where this ends up going it makes sense

also i forgot to mention that in the religious paintings opening they discuss how the worshipper’s eyes are big because they’re looking at god. sorry thats an epic fail on my part but it’s ok

bob bryar (militant tattoo artist)

did you know craig aaronson fucking died. and this is how bexless repaid him. by relentlessly making fun of him in the most famous piece of MCR fanfiction ever

gerard went on more autistic rants and frank said “i just like listening to you talk, man” and haha i do that with my autistic partners

“you’re wearing a collar” “it comes off” yeah? yeah? yeah? show me. sorr.y ... sorry. sor. ry sorry.  anytime they call it just a collar i need to be held down and spritzed with holy water

the more i re-read this the more i realize how much bexless does call-backs. like damn. was it all pre-planned or did u think of that later

something something if this was made today it would be LS Dunes instead and we’d have a miscommunication plotline about frank abandoning the group for dunes

that being said im surprised bexless teased at petekey this much when rikey is clearly endgame

something something something  raising a demon. a demon from hell

[crymeariveronceagain]

sometimes the human condition just hits me like a sack of bricks

[rissouu]

“the fuck are you doing, woman? you keep wakin’ me up,” sukuna woke up to your tossing and turning in bed. you’d been rolling around for the past hour now, not finding much comfort in the small breeze coming from the window. it was so god damn hot you felt like you were on fire.

the irritation in your boyfriends voice was clear, you almost felt bad for keeping him up, even if it wasn’t intentional. “‘m in pain ryo. i told you i started my period yesterday, my cramps are jus’ now showing up.”

your body was sprawled across the edge of the bed, a shaking mess. you couldn’t stop moving or the pain in your lower stomach would get even worse. you learned that over the many years of being cursed by this cycle all woman had to go through.

“tch,” he took one look at your shaking body through the darkness. the demon would never admit it, but he actually felt bad. he knew about women and how they usually endure this torture every month, but yours had never been this bad— from what he’s seen at least.

“y’think you’d feel better if i..” sukuna trailed off while staring at the pitch black ceiling. “cuddled you? i think that’s what they call it,” his hand played with the hem of your shirt. even though it was dark, he could still feel the gaze of your addicting eyes.

“you don’t have to ryo! i know that’s not your type of-”sukuna cut you off so quick, almost as if he already knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t want to hear it.

within a blink of an eye he gripped at your waist and pulled you closer to him, hands wrapped around you so tight that there was no room for escape. “shut up brat, n’ just let me do this for you.”

you gasped at the quick change in position, still shocked by how fast he moved. sukuna’s body heat was enough to put you at ease and before you knew it, the shaking had finally stopped.

it was probably because of the rather large hand rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach, or the soft hint of cologne engulfing your senses. you didn’t know what it was, but sukuna fixed your problem in an instant. the cramps were still there, coming and going here and there but they weren’t as painful anymore.

maybe now he could finally get some damn sleep.

©rissouu 2024 :D

[alastorss]

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Alastor's antlers are embarrassingly, pathetically, unbearably sensitive.

He can't for the life of him figure out why—it's not like any of the other transfigured creatures wandering around the underworld were made this way. Most other animal-like sinners don't seem to care about or even acknowledge their characteristics.

Yet here he is, purposefully hiding them away just so that no one will discover his terrible weakness. Oh, what he would give to be like the others if only to ignore their incessantly uncomfortable presence on his head.

Perhaps it was a curse from heaven that made him this way, or karma that he was repaying from his life. Either way, he can't stand being touched.

At least, that's what he thought.

There's no malicious intent behind your hands, no glint in your eye that makes the primal instincts in his head scream at him to melt into the shadows. You're as gentle as can be, fingers running delicately along the intricacies of his antlers and stopping just at the ends of them.

"They're beautiful," you whisper with your eyes blown wide. Your shoulders rise and fall with each rapid breath, probably from the adrenaline of standing so close to an Overlord like this. And Alastor, no less.

Your reliable hotelier. Your first real friend in the hotel. The one whose smile cannot be trusted.

But for some reason, you can't shake the feeling that he's looking at you with pure, genuine appreciation even if his smile is a little wonky.

"Why, thank you, darling!"

He jerks away from you quick as the wind, standing tall once again and towering over you. His expression has morphed into something more strained—you can tell by the way his face creases up as his eyes narrow.

He was the one who decided to invade your personal space while the two of you were arguing. He just didn't think that you would be so bold as to get distracted by his antlers and have the gall to reach out to touch them.

The worst part? The absolute worst part of it all is that no one in all the time he's been in Hell has been gentle with him like that.

Add that to the list of things he despises. Or likes. You're confusing him now.

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You have some nerve, he thinks.

Your hands have found a new home resting atop his head, with your fingers combing through his hair and tracing up and down the curve of his antlers.

It becomes a nightly routine—him on the barstool or sitting in front of the piano and you standing behind him with your fingers tangled in his hair and your chin on his head, perched right between the horns. Others in the hotel have started to raise a brow, but you don't seem to care.

So when you finally decide to break routine, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him, his eye twitches.

There isn't even an audience tonight, everyone else already tucked into bed save for Husk behind the bar who's too busy with a bottle to care. The silence between you is heavy as lead.

"Is something the matter?" Alastor finally abruptly asks, eyes narrowed at you from the side. You shift uncomfortably.

"Why would something be the matter?"

He's not in the mood for games right now. "This is the first time you've sat away from me in months," he observes.

You look at him, surprised by his hostility over this. "Well, Lucifer told me that you don't like—"

"Lucifer," he interrupts, head now whipping to the side so he can fully glare at you. "Knows nothing."

You blink at him, stunned. With the way he's acting, he almost seems... annoyed that you've decided to stop being so handsy?

Silence overcomes you again as you just stare at each other, completely at a loss of words. Alastor finally realizes his snappiness and composes himself once more, exhaling through his teeth.

His smile softens at you, missing its usual edge. You know him like this the best—head in your lap and antlers exposed. It's familiar to you in a way that it could never be to anyone else. At least, you hope that's true.

"He knows nothing," the radio demon says one more time for good measure, eyes drifting shut under the weight of your hands.

Alastor has never liked to be touched before. But maybe there is a first time for everything, and maybe the safety of your touch brings him enough ease that you're the first he admits he can tolerate.

His smile says it all. He's content like this, even if he would deny it with his chest if you ever told anyone else.

"Okay," you breathe. "I believe you."