here's the drawing i did for @indianazell for peach pit secret santa 2022!! it's her ocs mireya and roi and im really happy with how it turned out, glad you liked it indie :D
Lemme give you all a brief rundown of our shtick we got goin’ on here.
I’m an overglorified Prince of Hell. The Devil’s my employer. Me and my assistant, Raziel, are also trained assassins in his employment. He wants someone gone, he comes to us. We have our ways of getting rid of the marks without leaving a mark, if you’re catching what I mean. On the side, I perform and do other random things that need to get done around here. (And I help Father with his paperwork - he’s got a lot that Devil throws at him.)
Charlotte is mainly a bartender, though she prefers to be known as a “mixologist.” Don’t ask me why, I have no clue. Anyways, she’s also a waitress, dealer, and performer on the side. Her Netherside Cocktails are some of the most wonderful things I’ve ever tasted.
Mireya…well, I don’t really know what she does. From what I know, she’s a waitress, but I don’t have any idea why an angel would choose to come and work here, in a place where basically the word ‘angel’ is used as an insult.
And then there’s Raz! Raziel is my right-hand man. Absolutely love him. My platonic partner-in-crime who fell for said angel (he’ll never admit it, but we can tell) and refuses to say that he actually enjoys my company. (He’s a bit of a dick in that respect, but he’s generally pretty chill.)
Alright, let’s clear something up: yes, I called KD “Father”; he took us in when I was about seven and we almost froze to death in the alley outside the Casino. This was all thanks to our no-good schmuck-of-a-brother. Don’t ask us about him.
Uhhhh, I think that’s it. Oh, wait, haha, forgot two people: the Cup Brothers, Cuphead and Mugman. They technically work here for the Devil and Dice as waiters, but they’re, uh… doing something else at the moment. Something involving stopping some ink-obsessed owl guy from researching the Inkness. Honestly, I have no clue why he’d want to do this - the Inkness isn’t something you want to get, and most of the general population doesn’t even know what it is. He’s not going to get far.
Yup, that’s everything important. If you stuck with us this far, thanks. See you at some point - I gotta get back to this- ALL RIGHT, I’M COMING! Gotta go.
Procesan a Mireya 'N'; amenazó, atropelló y mató a su exnovio ciclista en Puebla
Procesan a Mireya ‘N’; amenazó, atropelló y mató a su exnovio ciclista en Puebla
La Fiscalía General del Estado (FGE) de Puebla informó sobre la vinculación a proceso de Mireya ‘N’ por los delitos de homicidio calificado y daño en propiedad ajena a título de culpa, cometidos en agravio de su expareja sentimental.
El crimen ocurrió el 19 de septiembre de 2021 en el municipio de Coronango, donde la responsable amenazó de muerte y atropelló a la víctima, quien iba a bordo de su…
I'm about to raw dog y'all with some angst so warnings: a main character slowly dying. I decided to write a one-shot for this post
The beeping heart monitor was all Jason heard as he stepped into the hospice room. His signature hockey mask was tied to his belt so he didn't stick out like a sore thumb as Mireya would say all the time. Still too naked for him, he gladly took the nurse's medical mask. He slowly stepped to the bed, gently his fingers traced her forearm and she stirred awake.
“Jason?” Her voice rasped, and she slowly opened her tired sunken eyes. Her once hickory rich skin was now an almost grayish brown, cold to the touch. He remembered when he was cold to the touch when his heart couldn't beat when it was miserable before her. He leaned close so she didn't need to exert herself too much "take me to the lake…I don't…want my final…moments…in here." Her fingers barely gripped the electrodes enough to pull them off, his eyes watered and quickly helped her doing his best not to hurt her.
Gently, he slid his arms under her knees and back, and with little effort he lifted her off the bed. She was so much lighter, it almost felt like nothing was in his arms. Jason reminisced about their younger years, picking Mireya up and throwing her over his shoulder as she playfully kicked. Her weight on his chest and arms brought him back down to earth, especially when he couldn't sleep at night. He dipped his head in the doorway too small for him and walked out of the facility.
He sat down on the dock and she settled on his lap. "It's beautiful out here." She sniffed the crisp fall air, softly shivering at the breeze. Without hesitation, Jason took off his dress shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders "thank you." She leaned against his chest. He rubbed her back. To be so familiar with death yet so foreign to this kind, a kind that was out of the man's control. Mireya wasn't in danger, she wasn't injured, nothing he could protect her from. Protect such a strange word. Jason Voorhees, the unkillable madman, protected a scarred woman, one he slowly fell in love with, the one who birthed him two beautiful children, the one who showed him a different world, one he felt alive in.
Her hand wiped a tear from his eye "hey, please don't cry. I know it's hard, but when you cry I cry. I want this to be happy" he bit his lip and nodded. Pressing his head against hers, "I'm not in pain Jay. This isn't painful. I feel so comfortable and warm my love.” He nods as he starts to rock them. She softly hummed You are my sunshine as he held her tight to his body. The red and orange sky started to turn more purple and blue by the minute.
"If I had a chance to live again…I'd choose this life, yeah the ending of the book sucks ass but the good parts make it worth it" this made the man softly chuckle. "That's the smile I love." Her fingers twirled in his short beard. "I'll promise you this, if there is an other side, I'll wait for you. Mmkay?" He nodded. He stared out at the lake to keep himself from crying. He cleared his throat, this was going to hurt.
"¿Mi….mi amor?" He glanced down at her, her eyes wide. He didn't even come close to pronouncing it correctly. His voice was rough and raspy, she only heard bits of it when they made love. She felt her heart melt "kiss me?" She gladly nodded, she reached up wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her back and waist. Their lips met, he felt those sparks once more and held her tight. When the sparks faded he knew, he didn't need her going limp against him to know.
He slammed his fist to the deck and screamed into the dark night. It echoed against the trees and lake. Why did he have to be the immortal one, why couldn't he fix this. He finally let himself go and sobbed into her hair, he couldn't keep the front anymore, especially since his light was gone. He desperately tried to keep her warm but it was inevitable, she was growing ice cold. Like a corpse he just murdered, she wasn't just another teenager she was his rock. She showed him where he belonged, guided him while he was lost, warmed his cold, and now she was gone. His sobs grew louder in the dark forest, for the fearsome Jason Voorhees lost his other half.
imagine ur mireya and u quit ur job right as ur boss is getting promoted to president of the company bc ur borderline sickly in love with him and he never looked twice at you. like ur gone and he doesn't even remember what you looked like. then the following year u find out his wedding to his severely jealous and mean fiancée got cancelled and he's not even president anymore. u hear the company you worked for is in economic shambles. then said company gets a new president and it's a woman you've never heard of. but there's rumblings that the new president was ur hot boss's assistant\former secretary. then months later ur at the corner store buying milk and u see the latest HOLA magazine at the checkout stand and in the corner is a pic of ur former boss with the new president of ecomoda who used to be his assistant and secretary, walking out of a catholic church. all bc u quit. and u dont even know that she used to be ugly.