ozmodeus :

// tHERES, SO MANY. OF YOU. I follow back from my main @sweet-chimera​

dystopianscty :

Anonymous asked:

You spelt asmodeus wrong

im sorry. someone had to say it

// No shit sherlock, it’s almost like this is tumblr and if a specific string of characters is already active here someone else can’t have it. Honestly the fact I got “Ozmodeus” Like ozzy was impressive.

// Bt-dubs, finals are over i should be back for a few months.

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labmousin :

HI EVERYONE

Not so long ago my friend @sweet-chimera and her friend started making a comic for the story my friends and I have been developing for the longest while.

AND IT SO HAPPENS that Flask is present in it!

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The first chapter is up currently and we really hope you like it!

sweet-chimera :

// Hey it’s a thing we did

purple-aesthetica :

n i g h t w a l k

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Molly​

Asmodeus really was one of the most dangerous Lords there was. His voice was as alluring as a jazz band, making anyone want to get up and swing. His words were sweet as honey - thick and saccharine pleasing to the touch of the tongue of a hungry mind.

Molly knew this wasn’t JUST all said for her benefit, obviously this was much into his as well. There’s more than one motive here, but, that didn’t mean she didn’t agree with it. After all, she was always about favor for favors … Helping those she cared about. He made some good points.

A smile and a nod is given in response, recrossing her legs under the table before he’d continue on. Her smile widens at his offer - genuine. A bit of warmth in those doe eyes of hers. It was sincerely wonderful to be in such good graces with Lust himself. Molly adored Ozzie - he was absolutely someone anyone would want to be on good terms with, after all. But, for her, it wasn’t just about the status or the power … Is about the company, too.

He was fun, he was welcoming. He made her feel warm and comfortable. She felt good in his presence. Better than any narcotic in her system could. Addictive, one could also say. Her and lust had a long history, after all.

Sure, this was merely, again, business. Molly knows how the game works. However, that didn’t mean that one can’t enjoy the company anyway.

“You know you’se tha’ first guy I go’a callin’ if I need anythin, baby,” Molly would assure. “When you’se wanna go playin’ a gig you go ta’ tha’ Big Band, ya’ dig?” she’d chuckle.

“How’s about this, babe. How ‘bout in a months time, you ‘n’ I can talk ‘bout this again … At’cha place. Somewhere more private, you can assure that betta’ than I can. Ya’ know a gal like me always gots lots’a eyes on ‘er.” Good and bad.

What a sad feeling that must’ve been. Knowing that one of the best things you were blessed to feel in a while could’ve been nothing more then sweet nothings and just a demon lord and his silver tongue. To feel so inadequate surrounded by people who were supposed to love and cherish you-- even in hell. And to have your only source of positive interaction be someone most people wouldn’t trust as far as they could throw him. (which isn’t far, he’s very big.) But that didn’t make his words any less anointed to people and their desires. 

She was smart enough to know that his compliments and plans for her future weren’t an altruistic boon of benevolence. It was an investment. He was investing in her future success, he was doing her a favor by backing her in more ways then just emotionally. He was willing to provide her money, men-- a foot hold to start her climb to being a new prominent name in hell. Alot of demons looked down upon the spider clan for their activities and recent members activities. Most notably, Angel dust. But he knew how much power a collective could hold. 

But none the less, they were both two demons who appreciate a like minded person to talk to. The plans for her future was just a cherry on top. And they just guaranteed each other another meeting with someone that they enjoyed. He already knew his presence and company alone was already something addictingly desirable to people. That rush of even imagining your goals were within reach simply because you talked to the right guy? His presence was in high demand. And Molly gets it for free practically when ever.

“Now thats what a fox likes ta hear. Big Band, now I ain’t heard of no joint like that but if its housin’ a classy dame like yourself M, then it’s playing in my music.” Translated, he hasn’t heard of it before but if its good enough for Molly, it’d be good enough for him.

“One month, bet chu my doors will be wide open for you M.” He held his hand out offering to help her up before he left. “Don’t be a stranger now~”

// I’m dead but now im back

// HEY RECCOMMEND ME HAZBIN, HELLUVA, AND FANDOMLESS OCS TO INTERACT WITH, I FUCKING LOVE THEM AND THERES NOT ENOUGH ON MY DASH

STOLAS

      Hm! Jolly good show, as always.

      For what reason does a fuddy-duddy, sworn-marriage-between-royals type of lad such as Stolas come sniffing around these parts, one might ask? Against the expectations of many, he actually has many good, strong bonds of amicability settled between himself and figures of power of the Lust.       And… his own ‘demons’ gnawing deep inside. A little imp, to be precise. One Asmodeus is well acquainted with at this point.

      The prince offers a tiny bemused applause to the club owner’s magnificent entrance. Theatrics, Stolas has always been a big fan of. Naturally, due to his more ‘prim and proper’ lineage, he is not one to engage alongside them very often, but…

      “One of six hundred and sixty nine things I like about you, my dearest friend; you always know how to put up a good show!” comes a most compliment genuine from the Goetic prince, who steps closer to the stage and gestures towards Asmodeus politely with a hand.

      “Flattery aside, my presence was formally requested here at Lust. I figured until my official duties are to take place, I would do an old friend a favour and pay a little visit. Have a chat over tea and crumpets, if you would be so inclined! Unless, of course, you are busy and need time to prepare before opening hours. The offer still stands!” 

The lust lord took a bow, deep, theatrical, and flamboyant. Basking in those neon lights for just a few seconds longer before waving away the technicians and stage crew. The spot light faded. The notes fizzled out, and the amalgamation of a king stepped down from his gilded stage with, weaving through an ocean of his scantily cladded employees, literally ignoring and stepping through some of the most desirable demons, imps, and others just to put an over sized arm around the shoulder of his royal ally.

Hopefully no hard feelings about his night here before. They were adults they talked it through it. It wasn’t necessarily the best a personal relationship has been resolved but they were still friends. And more importantly now two of hells most powerful demons weren’t fighting over imps of all creatures.

Asmodeus ate up the applause as he released Stolas’ should from the meaty grip of his side hug. The heat from his flames licking his feathers-- which meant nothing because demons were fire proof.

“You know a fox like me, can’t get enough of ‘em golden lights.” He was a stage rat and he knew it. He was nothing if not filled with wants and desires-- and he desired to entertain, he desired attention. He desired a crafted image of his own curation. A luxury no one else here had. 

“But thank you, thank you player-- you know an old hound like you don’t near come out of his hole enough. Ya dig. I only ever see you around being dragged by your old cat Stella. And yeesh, ain’t that a sight. Now you know ol’ Ozzy ain’t ever too busy for a good time. Tells you what, lets cut the rug and cut loose before you gotta go meet with some other dusty cats... Unless you’re meeting with the Bigg man Lucifer himself.” Lucifer didn’t like being called dusty.

“Tell Ozzy what your feathery heart be lustin’ after and he will deliver-- with in reason.”

pxppinmolly :

A quick lil Molly since its been awhile

\\ @sssardonian-ssserpent​|| gets a quick starter //

You know, genius came in all shapes and forms, and quite often enough it overlapped with crazy or down right stupid quite often. Giant mechanical wonder? As dumb and down right frivolous as the idea was you had to admit there was some sort of engineering prowess put behind it. 

But the actual death blimp was just-- SO DUMB-- why not make a gun, or a tank, or something that couldn’t get popped and plummet out of the sky. Anyway, now that he was done thinking about old articles, there was a little snake demon driving the vibe down outside. Did he want to sing the go away song? Yes, but he did not feel like getting the band together.

“Ey’ man, you can’t be hollerin’ and yellin’ out here like you ain’t got no sense. You dig?”

stryker

The mention of money didn’t interest the cowboy, he wasn’t rich, but he had covered all expenses with his side business and if he needed anything he’d be able to get it without any trouble. Though mentioning what else he could want did get him to thinking what he’d want from this, from interacting with Asmodeus. It easily pop into his mind of what he desired out of this.

He had wanted power over the monsters that abused his kind, to instill fear and to stop his kin’s suffering, though maybe a pipedream, he was going to aim for the closest thing, and working with a Sin would be one way of becoming more notorious,

When they attempted to call him on his claim, he smirked as impishly as he ever could. He wondered for a moment if Asmodeus even knew as much as he thought he did, or perhaps didn’t know who this imp had killed in the past. Leaning towards them and starting into their eyes, he’d speak in an all-to-eager tone as to go all inn.

“Well this cat doesn’t sweat no matter where ya put me, give me a target and ya can be breathin’ down mah neck if ya want, nothin’ will able ta’ distract me from the kill.”

There was a satisfaction to have the Sin’s attention, to have them interact with him above anyone else in the club. Like a subtle kick to the shin or a more blatant punch to the gut for anyone who noticed that he, an imp, had their focus over anyone else.

“So come on big boy, if ya want somethin’ from this killer ya aught to know ya only need ta’ ask.”

It was hard to tempt a well established person with greed, or at least someone who knew there was more to life then hoarding wealth and resources. That money was good and dandy, but the smart cats knew that money was just a means to power. Money brought the luxury of time-- with your bills paid and more resources in your pocket, it literally brought you time.

And because it brought the thing that people crave most, it brought you power. And while he knew someone as well off and comfortable probably had no interest in the physical value of money itself. He knew people like Stryker adored the power it wrought.  He could care less about the green and more about the sway it had on people and his reputation. Think about it?

How many other imps do you know have as much influence or even money as Stryker? Especially outside of the imp community?

One, maybe two. Fizzarolli did mighty well for himself with Asmodeus pushing him to the forefront of the publics desires. Maybe he was key to helping another one hold just a little more power then demons were comfortable with. And that fucking sucks for them, they could be sick to their stomachs for all he cared.

Because believe it or not, Asmodeus benefits greatly from having imps on his team. Imps were skilled, imps thrived in a world clearly built against them, and he needed talent and skill in his little show troop. And what a well of untapped potential.

Now he just needed stryker to prove it. “Ya can stay cool under stage lights? Ya dig? Call it ya’ audition. Let me lay the notes down for you player. That cat stella a sharp off from a blues piece. Ya dig. Shes fucking crazy. But she smart. She don't play with no dew dropper whos not game. And Stella got the recommendation for you from someone. So I got with the cat who recommended you to her and so on and so forth. But it’s all hear say. Ya dig. And seeing is believing.” All his information on Stryker was rumored and second hand. But still impressive enough he had to follow up.

He leaned in, matching Strykers energy, egging him on, hand just ever to close to the imps chest. Alot of power holding demons, all but helpless to watch how intimate the two got in Strykers power hungry presence. “Any body can shoot a gun, and dead men don’t sing. That don’t take much skill, Ya dig? If I just wanted that, i’d get those yahoos that Stolas swings with. Its takes real skill to not get caught dancing to begin with. You follow? Ya know a cat named Valentino?”

//REPLIES TONIGHT OR TOMORROW I PROMISE-- so um. I made a demon. His name is Lucius-- might-- do something with him he has icons

// I have the flu and my birthdays monday so-- my replies here will be spotty

// I drew @pxppinmolly i love her.

arseg0etia asked:

"Asmodeus! Ozzy! I trust yourself and your respectable establishment are doing well, hmm?"

It was rare to have a visitor to come in before the club was open for the night. Most of his patrons were nocturnal and the best time for romance and passion was after the sun went down. People tend to get frisky after dark when there were no prying eyes to gaze upon what vile acts they’d commit to their lover.

There were plenty of denizens in hell who would indulge in lust and the carnal flesh of strangers. It left the population of people whos lust was reserved for a few loved ones woefully underserved,. their lust was special and extra potent, so thats where good ol’ Ozzy’s came in.

That being said, having the Goetic prince in for a visit when no one was here was an absolute treat. Lights flashed on behind stolas. Trumpet notes filled the air, and a spot hit the sin lord, oh no was he about to start singing?

“Well ain’t it a demon prince, hanging around here-- ain’t exactly a place most folks want to steer, haven’t seen you in or out my haunt-- stolas, my friend, what the fuck do you want.”

molly​

How delicious the ideas being planted in her head was, truly. There were by no means ‘little seeds’, but rather a whole garden slowly being planted in the ground that was her mind. How long has she been belittled? Seen a nothing particularly useful? Just a tool. Not only by her family, but others as well … How much longer would she merely just accept and believe such a thing?

When someone like Asmodeus gave you praises, they were worth more than what ever money Greed himself held in his hands. He made points. He knew much more than many others would ever let on, he was smart like that. Molly was smarter than most people believed, too … Which would make everything all the easier and sweeter.

It wasn’t about whether or not she could do it anymore, it was merely a means of how she’d go about it. Not something she can do over night, but, it was certainly a thought to hold and carry upon her pillow. It was the start.

With cup held as he continued on, Molly’s smile grew as she lifted her own glass to clink it with his. Sincerity was washed over her features, holding that usual bright light and warmth that she always held. “I can’t agree more with that, Big O. You’se tha’ king’a tha’ crop and nothin’ but helluva good host ‘n’ company,” Molly would reply. “Trust me, baby … Anythin’ that’ happens or goes on, you’se always on tha’ top’a my list.”

Molly took a quick swig back of her drink, clearing it out before he finished. Crystal put upside down on the table as her lidded eyes move back over to examine him with a pulled smirk. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous …

“You got a gal ta’ do a lotta thinkin’, Baby O. I almost feel like I’m in a business meetin’, ya’ know,” she’d tease, resting a hand on her chin. “But … Ya’ know, I ain’t gonna go makin’ any calls just yet. Not without gettin’ you in, first.” Which was true. Having someone like Asmodeus on her side to help her was a huge deal. Not something to easily just snub off. She’d need any help she could if she wanted to take this seriously, after all.

But in taking it seriously, she isn’t going to make any decisions just yet. This required thought and planning. The least she can do to try and satiate him is letting him know how close she’d consider him.

A smirk plays on her lips, lithe fingers moving to push the glass toward the edge of the table. “You sing a tune this sweet ta’ all tha’ pretty gals, hm?” she’d tease.

This meeting was going better then he ever hoped, of course he didn’t ask her to come out here in the public eye to be secretive and talk about raising a new overlord from the ashes of her failure predecessor. But life had a funny way of turning out like that didn’t it? His mere presence seemed to get people to think bigger, dream better, and lust for more out of life. It was almost like the human and there fore demon need to be better then you are and to want more. Don’t get lust confused with greed, greed was all about excess. It was taking more then one could feasibly use or need. But lust? It was pure, and unadulterated desire. And catering to those desires for once instead of pushing them down. Like people usually did to not stand out, cater to others or just fit into society.

How long did she play the eye candy or the daddys girl in her family unit? How often did her father trust her with a job instead of her brothers? Was it because she was a girl or because he just thought that little of her? 

But now? She was rolling with someone untouchable. 

“Well ain’t a fox touched?” He has already but confirmed that she was on his side. She just said it herself, and while one shouldn’t trust some ones words at face value, there was something so damning and undeniably full of candor about the words of a scorned person looking to rise the social hierarchy.  “Don’t worry, Big Ozzy ain’t going no where cat. Ozzy here has been around in hell alot longer then your old man or any other crop up flim flam overlord. You dig? I think its about time we had some new blood rush in if you feel me? Too many bad eggs fucking up the game. They’s spoiled and been here far too long. I would love to see some new ones.”

“Not that I want yous or yours gone, hell wouldn’t be the same without the spiders--” Just maybe a new spider in charge would look alot better.

“Ozzy only sings for the vip crowd Big M. But lemme tell you. If you ever want to cut the rug or need a lil’ something somethin’ to go in your favor, don’t be afraid to come runnin’... skitterin’--” How did spiders move? “Ta’ ozzy. What can I say, I like a show. Heads rolling, a femme fatale WHOO-- now that sounds like a swingin’ good time. Ya dig? But sadly, this ain’t the place to talk about it, we don’t need no dew droppin, big handled pitchers hearing something they weren’t supposed to hear and saying something they shouldn’t know. The walls have ears doll.”

“Tell you what, you can pick the time and the place next time.”