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Working on Trinity’s rewrites is all fun and games until I have to scroll back on my blog for plot refreshers.

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In honor of Page's birthday that I totally missed, have his redesign.

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Dog coded man.

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That one meme that's been going around Twitter.

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That one meme that's been going around Twitter.

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hi do u know hazbin hotel and if yes who would u match w each character

I'm ngl anon I know next to nothing about Hazbin except for that one radio dude everyone simps over.

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Wow Tumblr absolutely MURDERED the quality of my video

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The face in the mirror no longer looks like your own.

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(Tez belongs to @thehellishtrinity!)

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Tenebris sits with his feet propped up on a desk, watching as the door opens and two familiar blonde figures enter the room.

"Doctors," he greets, willing to put forth the effort of feigning politeness. "Nice to see you both."

Silk shoots him a glare at the same moment Tussah rolls his eyes.

One of these visits, then. Tenebris sighs, not bothering to put his feet back on the floor even when Silk and Tussah shoot him dirty looks as they take their seats on the other side.

"You know what we're here for," Silk says, her tone smooth despite the irritation only evidenced in her eyes.

Tenebris doesn't say anything. His eyes just flick from Silk to Tussah, and then back.

"Well, I don't, actually, but I can assume you're once again expecting me to give you classified information that is protected by law," Tenebris says calmly, inspecting his nails. "Which, I will remind you once again is a violation o—"

"Don't you say it," Tussah warns, his voice low.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd actually listen to it," Tenebris replies, glancing up at his creator with nothing short of boredom. "Submit a request and fill out the appropriate paperwork and have me do a new test, and I can tell you the results then. Until you do that…" He shrugs, a thin smile on his lips. "My hands are tied, Doctors."

"We don't have time for that," Silk snaps. "You're Caspian's program. Just give him the information and we will be out of your hair."

"No can do, Dr Silk," Tenebris sighs. "Dr Tussah may be my creator but it does not free him or me from our responsibility to follow the law. And really, you two ought to be considering how bad would it look if someone found out the two heads of an international research institute were trying to intimidate a medical AI into breaking the law for them."

"You will never breathe a word of this to anyone, Tenebris, or God as my witness, I will tear you apart line by line myself," Tussah threatens, standing up quickly.

Tenebris's expression remains unimpressed. "You'll have a hell of a time doing that from prison, Doc. Word of advice? Blue's more your colour. You'll look washed out in apricot. Best keep your hands clean." He gives a fake wince. "Oh, sorry. Forgot who I'm talking to."

It's Silk that steps around the table and grabs him by the coat, pulling him to his feet. "You have a lot of nerve."

"Wonder where I got it from," Tenebris replies coolly, still unphased. "Obviously not from you two soulless spineless sell outs."

He anticipates the harsh strike from Tussah's cane across the front of his shins, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Tenebris groans, wincing a little as Silk roughly shoves him back into his seat before she perches on the end of the table.

"From words to threats to displays of violence in all of a few minutes, huh? You're losing your touch; it's getting easier to make you mad." He crosses his legs and ruffles his hair. He glares at Silk. "Look. I. Can't. Help. You. You're asking the impossible." He looks to Tussah. "Both of you."

Silk's blue eyes flash with rage. "Then what is the point of having you—"

"Adaliah." Tussah's voice is eerily calm, laced with a faux pleasant tone more commonly heard from Silk. "It's all right. Take a breath." He leans forward, resting his chin against the handle of his cane as he addresses Tenebris. "You're just not using your critical thinking skills. Approach it like a puzzle, Tenebris. Or… do you prefer to just be called Tene these days?"

"I expect the patient files requested on my computer before the end of the business day," Tussah says, standing up. Silk does the same. "That's not up for negotiation."

Tenebris's eye twitches as he fights to keep his expression passive at the sound of Tez's nickname for him, and Tussah just smiles coldly in a way that says his unspoken threat has gotten the reaction he wanted regardless.

I know you wouldn't dare put a hit on him, is what Tenebris wants to say. But in the end, he says nothing at all, because he doesn't know that. In fact, he knows more about his creator's partner than he does his own programmer. Tussah is a mystery; his one consistency is that he only ever seems to appear before his creations when there's trouble.

Tenebris stares at the table for a moment, then looks up and meets Tussah's eyes for just a second. "Yes, sir," he says, tone void of emotion.

"Excellent." Tussah nods. "Thank you."

"Yes, thank you for making what should have been a very simple task a three-day-long hassle," Silk snips. She doesn't wait another second before exiting the room, the door slamming behind her.

Tussah sets a hand on Tenebris's shoulder as he passes by, and Tenebris doesn't look up at him.

Tussah's tone is just as calm as before, but a little less warm, like he doesn't really care about what happens now that he's sure he's gotten what he wants.

"It was good to see you. Give my best to… their name is Tez, isn't it?"

With that, he walks towards the door, whistling an almost cheerful little tune.

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Hey besties how do we feel about video content here on tumblr dot com

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In the ideal world muse and virus would be making out sloppy style, and when they stop for breath insulting each other relentlessly, before going back to making out sloppy style

Anon you get it

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What are some songs you associate with your characters?

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Thank you for asking; I'm so happy to answer this /gen

Have some songs and specific lyrics that I think really relate to them

Angel: Yellow Flicker Beat by Lorde

(Alternatively. The Phantom of the Opera Overture I GUESS... they are extremely Phantom coded but that's neither here nor there)

Dr Silk: Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

Dr Tussah: Dear Dictator by Saint Motel

Ezra: Nighthawks by Whitehorse

Maximilian: Can't Catch Me Now by Olivia Rodrigo

If you want some others! Please let me know but these are the main guys! C:

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PLEASE I LOVE ASSUMPTIONS LOL (she's a Batman Rogue OC)

She owns a collection of feather boas each ranging in size, color and shape. She’ll tell you she likes eating at refined dining places only but secretly eats at IHOP on Tuesdays. Probably. She seems like the type of person who doesn’t like pickles but does like olives.

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New ask game send me a photo of your OC and I will make baseless assumptions about them

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Hi, remy as the phantom from phantom of the the opera ok bye that was my contribution

Anon I’m going to be 100% transparent, this is a fantastic concept and I can absolutely see where you’re going with this but this is incredibly funny to me bc my friend and I often joke that Remy is the son of their character, who was inspired very specifically by the Phantom.

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Charm will get you far in life.

It is by this motto that Ezra lives his life. Charm and class, hand in hand to paint an elegant picture that has many dropping their guard without thinking twice.

Beautiful yet cruel by design, he is a brightly coloured flower, poisonous and enticing. To the average person, he is friendly, cheerful, knowledgeable. To the average person, he is merely an interesting character amidst a sea of many other people. A single bright flower in a vase of far uglier weeds.

To the unlucky, he shows his fangs. In an instant, the image of pristinely preserved elegance falls away to reveal the predator behind the mask. Ezra sinks his teeth into his victims and shreds them to pieces without mercy, thriving on bloodshed and carnage like a flower would water and well-fed soil.

Nature can only do what it was bred and raised to do, as cruel and vile as it may seem. Survival of the fittest is not just a turn of phrase. Surviving is a gift, restricted to those strong enough to fight and scratch and claw their way past the soil.

Who can hate nature’s golden child? He who has perfected the art of enticing beauty and deadly predation, is he who survives another day.

He who is caught amidst the deep waters of the pitcher plant or ensnared by the fly trap, is he who becomes just another nameless casualty in the circle of life and death.

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One of Angel’s most commonly seen puppets has dark red eyes like garnets hidden behind round brown frames.

Those eyes dance with the carefully restrained flames of unpredictable violence, of bloodlust and the ingrained need to destroy and wreak havoc.

Despite being young and largely inexperienced, he's already garnered a fearsome reputation. Hushed whispers and a trail of carnage follow this crimson horror across system after system, but few who have encountered him have stayed alive long enough to share his name.

Mal.

Mal is said to be blessed with beauty and rage alike. His sharp teeth are designed to pierce skin easily, and he has the unique ability to steal and replace the code of other programs. His pointed ears are reminiscent of mischievous fae. There is something distinctly fox-like about him behind his childish charm.

Though he makes no attempt to conceal his nature, it would be easy to mistake him for a friend at first. His wardrobe is casual, his posture relaxed, his mannerisms designed to put people at ease. His voice does not suit the monster behind his mask—it is cordial, polite, soothing. Rarely does it raise in anger or frustration, keeping a playful lilt to it like it's all just a silly little game.

Perhaps it is only a game in his mind. He is only a child, albeit one said to be born of chaos and malice.

Still, he is every bit a wolf in sheep’s clothing as his master. Even the apex predator must grow from a baby to a fearsome creature.

Most dangerous is the puppet who believes itself to be a real boy.