Hc Smiley has had multiple crushes at school but no one knew about it because he never told anyone. Angry figured it out because to him, it was dead obvious, especially with how he keeps stealing glances at the girl with that dumb face of his when he usually wouldn't give two cupcakes for no girl (excuse my language). It's especially obvious because they're twins and he knows his brother by heart.
Angry's tried helping his brother out with his crush, telling him to talk to her or something, but it never went well. He's better at picking fights and throwing hands than he is talking to pretty girls he likes. He always goes beet red whenever he thinks about her too much, which is honestly adorable in itself (the mental image alone makes me want to pinch his cheeks aaa).
Most of the time, these little crushes pass without much of anything happening. He's too autistic for this (not saying this as a mockery as a way to shame or anything btw).
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I like when a tag team like the "Twin Devils" dress identically. Their matching costumes just seem more collegial or visually cohesive -- and kinda gay. It's even better when the partners are real life identical twins who can break the rules by swapping in the ring (which plays off the urban myth where twins trade places in bed without their lovers knowing.)
I don't know much about Los Gemelos Diablo from the world of Mexican wrestling, but I dig their trademark black tights with contrasting white trunks and boots -- a sexy look in my book. Also their name, the Twin Devils, is a strong, threatening label for a pair of cruel Rudos.
For a while, the Gemelos wore masks in the tradition of Lucha Libre, but I don't know why they bothered. The beauty of their gimmick is their identical appearance which the masks actually cover up. I also think these macho men are brutally handsome with their thick curly manes and well-groomed goatees -- why conceal that?
The Twin Devils interlock their arms and join hands to convey the strength of their bond.
My brother likes the twins and calls them hedgehogs, so I thought it would be cute to make them into hedgehog stickers! Do they look like hedgehogs, or should I make the hair bigger?
"Come on, Luce, I think you'll like the humans. Just one trip."
"Fine, I'll come on one trip to see Dad's apes."
"You won't regret it." Marius promised, before the pair unfurled their wings and he led Lucifer to the crack to Eden.
When they landed, they helped each other wash the ash out of their wings and washed themselves before seeking out the humans.
"Adam! Eve!"
"Hello Marius! And... Marius?" Adam called back as he and Eve looked round to see them approaching.
"This is my twin brother, Lucifer. Luce, this is Adam and Eve."
"Pleasure to meet you." Lucifer said, eyes roving over the humans with a smile on his face.
"Marius, come and see what I have created since you were last here." Adam beckoned, and Marius followed him back towards the humans' home, leaving Lucifer and Eve alone.
Several hours later, Marius returned to find Lucifer and Eve dozing beneath a tree. He prodded his brother with his foot a few times, knowing that they were pushing the limits of how long they could remain in the Garden without being accosted by a sibling, but glad to see that his plan to get Lucifer to relax a little worked.
"C'mon Luce, we need to get going. We can come back another time." he said when the pair stirred.
"Alright, brother, if you insist. It was lovely getting to know you, Eve." he pressed a kiss to her knuckles before turning to Marius "I have so many things to tell you about!"
"You can tell me when we're back Below." Marius replied, as they wandered out of view and unfurled their wings once again.
Missed WIP Wednesday last week and this week, so here's another profile for WIP Wednesday Thursday! This time we venture downwards, to meet a demon.
Name:Â Kimaris
Nickname(s): N/A
Age: Lost count, at least several thousand years
Apparent Age: Late 20s to early 30s
Distinguishing Features: Two mirrored brand scars on her neck, large facial scar affecting the side of her mouth, warrior markings
Species: Lilim
Abilities: Immortality if not killed, exceptional strength
Home: Hell
Main Relationships: Lucifer and Marius: Mentor, Lilith: Mother
Orientation and Gender: Pan cis female
Job: Head warrior for a travel group/small village of demons
Personality: Kimaris is quite caring, taking Lucifer and Marius under her wing when they join the group, but can be very vicious while hunting or defending those she cares about
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(Unfortunately Luce doesn’t have art yet, but he’s Mar’s identical twin, so there’s some idea in the other profile from today)
Name: Lucifer Ä’arendel, formerly Haylael
Nickname(s): Luce, Luci. (Formerly Laely)
Age: Older than the known universe
Apparent Age: Mid to late 30s
Distinguishing Features: Two mirrored brand scars on his neck, large white feathered wings that fold into a pocket dimension. Daith and septum piercings, although they are often left empty and his angelic nature keeps them from healing over
Species: Angel
Abilities: Knowledge and use of demonic magic, affinity with fire and hellfire, speak and understand any language; living, dead, or not yet in the universe
Home: London, and Hell
Main Relationships: Marius: twin brother, Raphael (estranged): older sister and Ammi (sister who raised them)
Orientation and Gender: Bisexual demiromantic cis male
Job: Customer-facing owner at the casino he co-owns with Marius
Personality: Luce is a very excitable and distractible guy, protective of those he cares about. He’s very flirty, and has a reputation for that, and for his respect of any who don’t want that directed their way. When he’s not seeing to all his customers needs, he’s often found at the natural history museum trying to persuade the curators to fix the dinosaurs to be true to how they once were. He’s dyslexic, so texts with Marius in emojis as they can both read and understand the pictograms without much fuss. And because it’s fun.
For today’s WIP Wednesday, I’ve decided to do a pair of Meet the Characters posts for the main characters in my book, starting with...
Marius Týr
(Art thanks to azure_iolite, coloured by me)
Name: Marius Týr, formerly Michael
Nickname(s): Mar, Mari, Mars. (Formerly Mikey, Mi-Mi)
Age: Older than the known universe
Apparent Age: Mid to late 30s
Distinguishing Features: Two mirrored brand scars on his neck, large black feathered wings that fold into a pocket dimension
Species: Angel
Abilities: Darkness/shadow manipulation, read and write any language; living, dead, or not yet in the universe
Home: London, and Hell
Main Relationships: Lucifer: twin brother, Raphael (estranged): older sister and Ammi (sister who raised them)
Orientation and Gender: Aroace cis male
Job: Head of Security at the casino he co-owns with Lucifer
Personality: Mar is a quiet, introverted guy, and fiercely protective of those he cares about. He often finds himself a little lost in interactions with those he doesn’t know very well, and would much rather be a home with a pot of tea and a good book than attending a party. He speaks an odd mix of Early Modern English and present day English, as he finds spoken language notably difficult to learn.
So, as I am aiming to try and get most of a first draft completed this year, given I now have a stable schedule mostly, I'm going to try and start posting more about my book-to-be. Feel free to drop in asks at any time about anything to do with it, it'll help keep me motivated!
To kick it all off, a snippet! (Mostly under the cut)
Afore the Battle, Saint Michael hardened his heart against the Evil wearing the face of his Brother, and led the Armies of Heaven against the Evil that had taken root in the Hearts of their Brothers and Sisters. During the Battle, many fell, and Saint Michael was struck a dire wound. He had enough strength to cast the Serpent Down, but was exhausted by this final effort and lies in repose until he shall return to lead the Armies of Heaven against his mortal foe, the Dragon, when the Heavens and the Earth shall be a Battleground of Fire and Flame as the two sides meet once more for the Final War.
- Pseudepigrapha of John of Patmos, 19:6-10
Michael made sure he was clean and dressed in a fresh tunic before going to confront his Father. Whatever the outcome, he had decided this would be the last time he did so, so all his arguments would be aired before he left his Father's quarters.
He squared his shoulders, straightened his spine, and knocked on his Father's door.
"Enter." Came His booming voice, unimpeded by the closed door.
Michael obeyed, closing the door behind himself and standing straight and proud before Him.
"Hello, Father."
He was clearly unimpressed by Michael's presence, setting down His pen and staring him down. "Michael. What do you want?"
"I wish to discuss Haylael, and I will not be turned away this time. I don't see why he should be banished for eternity for wanting a proper answer to a single question."
His Father's jaw twitched, and outside, thunder cracked. "You dare question Me? Even after what happened to your twin?"
"I do. Now answer me, I will not leave until You have done so." Despite the stirrings of fear in his belly, he stood strong, not letting any of it show on his face.
"You claim he just asked a question. He caused the deaths of a number of My children, your siblings, and you still think banishment is unfair?"
"None of those who died did so at his hand, or at the hands of his supporters. And none would have died if You had not given me and the Host weapons capable of it!" A little of his anger started to peek through, unable to hold it entirely back.
"So it is My fault they died? I would not have had to take such action if he had not started a battle!" Thunder cracked again, the skies outside matching the stormy expression on His face.
"And he wouldn't have done so if You had listened to him and given him more of an answer! He had tried all other methods of drawing Your attention and still You ignored him!"
"I offered him mercy!"
"You offered to show him the basest level of that if he bowed his knee and forgot the entire reason for the Battle!"
His Father's face grew more and more thunderous as Michael continued to press every point he argued. He glared at him, and suddenly Michael could no longer move.
"ENOUGH!!! If you love that disgrace more than you do Me, you can join him Below!" their Father bellowed, rage emanating from Him as Michael stood frozen before Him.
The ground opened up beneath him, and, paralysed, Michael Fell.
The air whistled past him as he tumbled helpless from the Holy City, his wings not obeying his frantic attempts to at least stabilise his descent as he crashed through the Earthly plane to the realm of ash and desolation he had cast his twin to at the beginning of this mess.
He landed hard on the shores of a lake of fire, his right shoulder and wing giving way on impact. For a few agonising minutes, the paralysis persisted as unknown creatures circled and chittered at his prone form, before movement returned in a rush. He sprang to his feet and carefully snapped his shoulder into place before he looked around, hopeful he could find Haylael in this awful place without having to take wing.
As he looked around, he spotted a pair of familiar white wings about a mile down the shoreline. He moved as quickly as he could towards them, his damaged wing dragging through the black sand behind him as he hoped his twin was alright.
When he was less than a wingspan away from them, he caught sight of the creature they were attached to. It was burning, flames licking at skin and raw flesh, its wings ragged and singed as it lay prostrate on the sand. Michael was just about to turn away from this twisted image of an angel when it sat up on its knees and looked up at him with eyes like burning coals, and spoke with a voice he knew. Rough, and raw, but still so very well known. His twin's voice.
