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[alex-makes-of-the-art]

Ascension of the Tyrant King— the Cerulean Hunger

I regret to inform everything that 2025 is not free of Kill Six Billion Demons X Muppets crossover art.

Prequel art to:

Rites of Sesame I. — Nadir

Rites of Sesame II. — Ascension

[thiswillcostyourheart]

[distantshore]

Monster (2014) dir. by Hwang In-Ho

[zerofoursix]

tonight's theme was baseball.... :) (praying this is safe to show on stream aha)

[partsoftheunknown]

[inwhichcronusgetshisasskicked]

Well. Okay. Okay, so he wasn’t kidding. That’s fine. It’s totally cool. This is happening and that’s fine.

You’re not nervous when you get off the couch. You’re not nervous when you toss out a dismissive message to your online audience. You’re not nervous when you saunter over to the door and open it for the guest you all but invited to show up.

You’re not nervous, but your earfins do droop a little when you see how pissed he looks. You do step back a little more than needed when you go to let him into the hive you’re squatting in, but you’re not nervous.

He’s going to break your damn arm but you’re not nervous. You’ve had worse things happen to you. It’s not like the bubbles keep you in that state for very long anyways, you can handle it.

You’re not nervous when he grabs you by the wrist and his other hand grabs you by the shoulder. Your earfins might flare up in alarm, might crown your head like you're a damn frilled lizard, but you’re not nervous.

You still wonder if he’s flirting with you and the thought sends a flush of blood up from your pusher, causes the fins to go even more vividly violet. It’s a while before you realize this guy probably has no fucking idea what pitchflirting even means. But you’re not nervous. He can't double-kill you. You're not nervous.

Your breath hitches when he applies pressure and a pained whine slips out past your pointy teeth.

The cigarette that hung loosely between your lips drops to the ground. You feel a burst of indignation when it gets crushed underfoot in the scuffle and you’re about to say something, and then-

And then your arm breaks.

And then your arm breaks.

[caucusrxce]

『•• ✂️ ••』 closed starter for @lacierose​

Flames lapped at the air like a dog drinking water for the first time in the day; the air hung thick and heavy with the scent of smoke and blood. No matter where one turned, the scenery was the same... providing very little escape for such a small child. His heart beat in his chest faster and harder than it ever had, as if it were a hammer; his tiny palms were wet with blood as he dragged himself and his older brother — who was slung over his shoulder — to the door that would be their only way out.

『•• ✂️ ••』

This was not the first time Vincent had relived that day. It replayed in his mind ever so often; oft reminding him of how futile his efforts usually were, how no matter how desperate and deep his attempts were, something would always go wrong for him. Perhaps that was part of why he felt he needed to be gone for good — if he was gone, such horrible events would never plague his dear brother again.

He steadied himself and his hand as he plunged the sharp, silver blade of his scissors into a brand new plush he had received; it mattered not who it was from — the act of cutting up such a doll only served as a release from what plagued him in the night. It was also only one of many that he had already mangled and destroyed since waking up — the poor, shaken man had been at this for some hours now, and because he was so absorbed in his actions he let the fact he had a date today completely slip his mind. It was not unusual for him to sleep through a date — but to have let it slip his mind completely for hours after the fact was very much out of character for him. Especially considering who this date was with.

Vincent metaphorically perked his ears up at the sound of heels clicking on the ground outside his door. It sounded as though there may have been some sort of commotion within the manor, but usually they'd avoid involving him since no one wanted to enter his room at all and tried their best to never have to. But.

Within moments there was a unsteady knock at his door, and Vincent's eyes grew wide. He could barely hear the soft voice that spoke from the other side of the door, what with his own loud thoughts and every other little voice he could hear swarming around his head like flies.

It finally dawned on him that he had let himself go this time, and that a Vessalius had boldly entered the manor to try and grab him for the date he promised. He barely had any time to hide how he had been.

Hastily, the blond quickly stuffed the nearly vivisectioned stuffed bear under one of the pillows on his couch. He ran to grab a ribbon from his drawer and tied his hair up messily; it would be plainly obvious that he was not okay, as his eyes felt sunken and tired from the restless sleep. Vincent placed his poorly gloved hand on the doorknob, and opened it.

"Ah, Ada..." He said, voice languid and still thick with sleep, "I am terribly sorry that I missed our date by so much.. I seem to have overslept again." A thin smile attempted to slither onto his face but instead.. he let out a yawn. "We should leave posthaste and avoid the trouble my father will give us once word reaches him. Shall we?" Even though his glove was only half on his hand, he still extended it to the woman who stood in his doorframe.