#what’s the point in keeping everything a secret

[ah0minecchi]

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!♥︎ megumi f. x reader

Ꮺ in which meeting megumi fushiguro was a complete, but sweet, sweet chaos . . .

cw: angsty af, mentions of intimacy, use of alcohol if u squint

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dear megumi:

sometimes i wish i could tear apart this heart of mine, that’s apparently too big for my body. i wish i could just shut down everything you were and are for me. i wish i could turn off everything you light up in me. ever since the beginning…

[ ♥︎ ]

“so you’re fushiguro… yuuji talks a lot about you.” i looked at him, finally getting to meet my best friend’s best friend… wow. “just call him megumi, y’all are basically indirect friends at this point.” yuuji laughed, which i followed, looking at the raven haired boy for his approval.

“call me what you like.” megumi responded nonchalantly.

[ ♥︎ ]

i’ve been wondering nonstop what the fuck i did wrong. did i not deserve you? wasn’t i good enough? all those times i dropped everything just to run after you, all those times i promised you the whole world… weren’t they enough? weren’t you tired? of having me chase you around all day? did it bore you? having someone care so deeply about you, but not feeling the same about them?

i don’t think you can even imagine how it feels… cause, fuck.. has anyone ever said ‘no’ to you? have you ever wanted to pursue something that doesn't want you until it suffocates?

it hurts. it really fucking hurts.

[ ♥︎ ]

“are you at the party yet?” megumi asked through his phone, reaching my ear. “yeaaahhhh, im kinda drunk to be honest hahaha… but it’s real fun in here! you should come… pleeeaaasee.” there were a few seconds of silence until megumi broke it, shoting straight to my heart in the process.

“i don’t know how the fuck i’ll get there… but i will get there.” he hung up, leaving me excitedly waiting for him as i told all of our friends he was attending.

[ ♥︎ ]

that one night you kissed me, did i mean anything to you? cause at that very moment, to me, you were the whole world. my whole world. that one night i ended up tangled in your sheets. was i just another one on the list? cause to me, it was the very first time i felt cared about. you showed me the love i never thought i’d deserve.

could i even call it love?

i think you’d just call it lust.

[ ♥︎ ]

“how is yuuji going to find out about this?” i asked megumi as i ruffled his bed hair. “i think we should just tell him… but not now.” he answered as he scanned every detail on my face.

[ ♥︎ ]

i wish i knew what you meant by that. all the while i wanted to keep you as a promise, you just wanted to keep me as a secret. i wish nothing had ever happened, not because i regret it, nor did i not love it for a moment, but because i don't want to feel like this anymore. not with you.

i tried. i tried to be your friend. leave everything behind and continue as if nothing had happened. but the mere idea of ​​thinking that I was never for you what you were for me is enough to make my heart ache.

maybe we live in a world full of superficialities, empty, where everything is momentary pleasures, satisfyingly chaotic, and pleasantly disposable. i never want to fall like this again. i don't want to dream so high again. i don't want to be so naive again.

but i can’t help it when it’s you.

[ ♥︎ ]

“i’m not ready for anything, with anyone…” he sated as tears started rolling down my face. why? why’d you give me a taste of some love you couldn’t give me? or didn’t want to give me…

[ ♥︎ ]

weeks passed, and i started to accept the fact that it was not gonna happen. i started seeing someone else.

maybe you didn’t want to have me, but you definitely didn’t want to lose me…

[ ♥︎ ]

“you coming y/n? we gonna go grab ice cream or sum.” yuuji asked turning back to look at me. i couldn’t tear my gaze away from my phone, but i didn’t fail to notice how megumi looked at me.

“uhmm actually, go ahead without me guys! i’ll hang out with yuta later…” i commented as i blushed lightly. “OOOOOO Y/N’s GOT A DATEEE” yuuji joked.

megumi didn’t say a word until i left.

[ ♥︎ ]

next day, everything changed. that kiss you stole from me… i wish i could have it back.

you told me you were ready, that you wanted this. that you wanted me.

you made fall all over again. but deeper this time. you tricked me into your game once again. i mistook your lies for a future, with sins and sweet promises.

friday. i wanted to confront you about it.

and you tore it all apart. again.

i am so fucking greedy, and i don't want to let something i love die, even though i know i will never have it.

i’d fucking love to be your friend. i’d fucking love to pretend that it doesn't burn my skin to want to hug you and not be able to do so. i’d love not to want to know everything about you.

i wish i didn’t want to be your whole world.

i don't know why you hurt this much. i barely know you, and yet, i can't imagine a life without you. i have never had the courage to face what i truly feel. cause it's too soon, cause it would only complicate everything, or just because you don't want to hear it.

but i love you, megumi.

i wish it wasn’t like that. none of this.

yours truly.

y/n

a/n: i wish i could lie to y’all and say this wasn’t based on a personal experience but haha guess what…

AND SORRY FOR THE ANGST I LITERALLY CANNOT WRITE HAPPY SHIT WTF

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[railingsofsorrow]

Dress

[emily prentiss x reader]

summary: you're dressed in red, her favorite color. and emily has a hard time wrapping her mind around that or around the fact that she wants to kiss you senseless tonight.  pairing: emily prentiss x f!reader  w.c: 2K   warnings/content: morcia & their antics; flirting; suggestive content (no smut); kissing; fluff; friends that want to be more than friends but haven't had the guts to say that to one another trope.

A/N: here is my entry for the @imagining-in-the-margins's CM Pride Challenge! The chosen prompt was “Are they... flirting?” “Big time.” with the pairing emily prentiss x reader slightly inspired by taylor swift's dress. I hope you like it! I had so much fun writing this. 

[part of “the taylor swift anthology”] 

navi masterpost 

cm masterlist 

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❝ say many name and everything just stops,

I don't want you like a best friend.

only bought this dress so you could take it off. ❞

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“Are they... flirting?” Derek squints trying to see you and Emily's figure angled towards one another in the bar. His sight isn't perfect but he can't be imagining things.  

Penelope huffs out a laugh, giving him a look of that's your question? “Big time.” 

"It was about damn time." He mumbles, sipping into his whiskey as a gasp beside him makes him direct his attention back to his favourite blonde in the whole world. She was staring at him wide-eyed as if he had just described the secret path to Atlantis. "What?" 

Penelope slaps his chest, causing him to protest in disbelief.  

"Baby girl, what the hell?" 

"You know something!" She points her perfectly done long nails at him, earning a raised brow. "You know about... them." And then, as he follows to where she's pointing attempting to be discreet, Derek finally understands. "Yeah, yeah, spill the beans. Now." 

Derek takes another sip of his drink to hide the smirk stretching out on his lips.  

"We all know they're completely head over heels for one another, that's not news." 

"But you know more and I don't need to be a profiler to notice that in your entire handsome face. Derek." She presses impatiently. "Did Emily say something to you? Is she finally gonna make a move?" 

"Oh, please," Derek chuckles, patting her shoulders sympathetically. "The move already happened. They are just attempting to pretend it didn't. And they are doing a poor job at it. Just look at that." He mentions the pair across the room from them. You were currently brushing a dark strand of Emily's hair behind her ear, a sideways smile dancing on your lips.  

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Emily hadn't been in a party mood. Or a little gathering, as Rossi likes to call it. But she was convinced to leave her house by a very compelling text that came from you, who was the only person who could really convince her to do anything, even knitting, which is something she had no idea how it even worked, but if you asked for a knitted beanie, she would buy the materials right this second. 

Joy Rossi. That is who the gathering in Rossi's fancy place is for. Emily is currently celebrating you and the dress you picked for this event because that proved to be more important.  

"Red looks really good on you, did you know that?" 

The disarming smile you send her way is enough to make her falter on her feet.  

"Yes, I do." You step closer. "And... did you know that I'm only wearing this one because I know it's your favorite color?" Her breathing fails for a long minute and her eyes fall on your red lips. It's like you're taunting her with that smug grin.  

“Really?” Emily tilts her head to keep staring at you as she takes a sip of her drink, her lips pursing around the reusable straw. She watches as your eyes travel downwards to her mouth and satisfaction bubbles inside her chest. Clearly, she's not the only one being affected tonight. “So you're wearing it for me? I feel special.” 

A smirk stretches across your mouth as your hand lifts to brush back a strand of her dark silky hair behind her ear. Emily tenses up when your fingers graze the back of her neck, but you quickly draw your hand back and she almost frowns in disappointment. 

“You are special.” You gently bump your elbow with hers when you rest back to stare at the enormous area in the backyard of David Rossi's mansion. Small groups of people shared conversations and the kids played around without a care for their sleep schedule. Alex waves at you from across the room and you watch as she starts walking over. “So special that I only bought it so you could take it off.” 

As expected, she chokes up on her drink and you caress her back tenderly while holding back a laugh. “You good, Em?” 

She gives you a look that can only be interpreted as a glare mixed with lust as she glances up and down your frame.  

“I'm— I'm perfect.” Emily clears her throat when Alex gets to where you are. She hugs you first and then Emily, you're smiling like a Cheshire cat probably. You love it when you successfully get what you want: tease Emily.  

“Oh, look at the two of you. I've missed this.” Blake comments, sipping on her champagne.  

“We missed you,” you say truthfully, squeezing her arm with a soft smile. It is the truth, Alex Blake was an important addition to the team and you will forever miss her on your daily routine at the BAU.  

She offers you a grateful smile and the conversation follows for a few minutes until Alex has to go and you and Emily are left alone. Again.  

Somehow, you don't find any complaints about that. 

“Hey,” you nudge the back of her hand to call for her attention. She had already been looking at you, when you take notice of that you feel the side of your neck warm-up. “Dance with me?” 

Emily finally diverts her attention from you and it settles on the empty makeshift dance floor.  

“Nobody's dancing.” 

You hum, dragging your hand towards hers to pull her softly with you. She follows with a groan, feigning annoyance which you know couldn't be farther from the truth. An annoyed Emily would have a permanent scowl on her pretty face and lips pulled downwards. But now she's displaying one of her award-winning grins and there isn't one single limb in her body that holds tension. Not as you're here, anyway. Not as she's in your presence. 

“We are,” you inform, guiding both of her hands to your waist and placing both of your arms around her shoulders, your fingers immediately reaching the back of her neck. “You look beautiful tonight. I forgot to say that before.” 

She pulls you closer carefully and you feel her hands move upwards, fingers drawing circles on your back.  

Emily suddenly doesn't care that she's in the public eye not trying to hold herself back from something she's wanted for years. She's been so used to hiding that whatever it is that the both of you are doing is frightening and freeing at the same time. It might be the alcohol —she hasn't had that much of it — but you're showing interest and she doesn't feel as if this is one-sided anymore.  

“Thank you.” 

“Of course,” you caress the baby hairs on the back of her neck. “It's not like you ever get out of my mind and you look beautiful every day so...” 

Emily looks away and laughs and you feel your brain burst in flames because yes, she really is beautiful and I can't think straight right now with her laughing.  

“You should stop that.” Emily warns. She's teasing you and you decide to play into her antics by pretending to be completely innocent. 

“Stop what?” 

“That.” She lowers her hands to the small of your back, tightening her hold there as you sway to the slow song. “I'm trying really hard not to kiss you right now.” The way her breathing tickles the side of your face, makes you immediately close the gap between your lips but you refrain from doing so. There's still some common sense left in your slight inebriated state of mind.  

“Why are you trying,” you croak out, voice rough, lifting your thumb to her jaw, outlining the thin scar she earned when she was a kid. You lean back a bit to be able to look her in the eye so there's no breach in your communication. “Stop trying, Emily. I'm here.” I want to kiss you too. You've no idea how bad I want that.

Her eyes fall to your lips, “are you sure?” The warmth of her hand is grounding and it is possibly the only thing keeping you upright at that moment.  

“Yes.”  

But she takes too long and you're the one who closes the small distance left between the two of you. Her arms wrap around your middle and she brings you closer to her body when your lips connect.  

It's a damn loud whistling that splits you apart. Your brows are pulled into a frown of confusion when you take notice of your friends gathered together laughing. You caught Penelope shushing Derek and this is what you need to know what's going on. All eyes are on you. Not all of them, most people had left already and now it's only whoever is part of the BAU and their partners. Even Rossi's daughter, who the party was for in the first place, had already left.  

“You couldn't have done that a month ago?” Luke Alvez whines from his table beside Spencer, who's outstretching a hand towards him. When the money is placed on top of his palm, he winks at Luke in victory.  

You hide your face in Emily's neck, cursing under your breath. She attempts to comfort you by rubbing her hands up and down your back. 

“Cut it out.” Emily rolls her eyes at her friends.

“You bet on us?” You exclaim in disbelief, disentangling yourself from her to place your hand on your hips. Emily watches you get ready to put everyone in their place and she can't even be mad about anything else when the scowl on your face is one more thing she wants to kiss. Though what you say surprises her and everyone who's waiting for you to yell at them. “Who won?”  

Derek, JJ, and Spencer raise their arms as a trio of toddlers admitting they did something wrong.  

“We bet something was going to happen tonight.” Derek wriggles his brows. “But I think I can say for everyone that we all knew you're completely whipped for each other.” 

JJ groans loudly, “yes. It's embarrassing.”  

Thanks to your friends, your face must be the same color as your dress. 

“I think half of that money should be ours.” Emily tugs you closer to her again, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders. “We technically made you win.” 

“But you had no idea,” Spencer interjects, shaking his head. “Technically, you weren't even going to come tonight. She convinced you. So she should get half of the money, not you— Ow!” 

“Pretty boy,” Derek hisses. “Shut up. There are no technicalities, we won!” 

“Well, I'm just saying—”  

You block off the rest of their bickering to realize Emily's dragging you away from all the attention, something you're very grateful for.  

“Sorry about that.” Emily gives you a guilty smile as you finally get inside the house.  

“Are you sorry for kissing me, Emily Prentiss?” 

Her eyes widen comically, “wha—No! I just, I was saying sorry because of that whole thing they did—” you cut her off with a peck to her lips, chucking at her bewildered expression.  

“I'm messing with you. And don't be sorry, cause I'm not.” 

The grin plastered on her face is contagious. When she kisses you again, it's more urgent, needy, desperate.  

“My apartment or yours?” You ask breathless when your back hits the kitchen counter and she starts kissing down your neck.  

“Mine. It's closer.” She pulls you in for another passionate kiss before you drag her to exit the house. 

“Great, cause none of us is in any condition to drive and I can't wait for you to take this dress off of me.”  

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#lesbian emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #reader insert #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss x female reader #writing challenge #CM Pride Challenge

[twopoppies]

I was scrolling around IG and then a hate stunt blog start a discussion about H leaving the store in Italy twice, one take without the pleasing bag and then a 2nd take leaving with his assistant but this time with pleasing on sing so they suggestthat it was planned pap shoot and that also him talking/interacting with fans "living his life" is with a reason, suggesting that he is not like this at all as a person (like very social with), then private life topic came as he's been stunt/PRing for 4 years and what people think about that well some says the obvious: 2 relationships with a year contract each (CR/TR) the disaster of 2 years (OW) but then someone says: he has a secret partner, this acc ofc totally disagree saying that he could not save this "relationship" like a secret of the government and that after all those years G. public will know if that was the case BUT that this account have known he likes date men time to time and that is the "secret" indeed.

But this part kinda blow me because they saying that Lights Up was like written/dedicated for the man he is with and they point out that this person is a the same lvl famous as him and ofc is not Louis.

I was like wtf, So did you possible know or guess who could they be referring to? Because honestly nobody come to mind, There were someone or a speculation when Lights up release? I mean another male and singer as same level like hmm also very straight personality on stage ? Pff please some guidance on this 🤔

I have a headache just trying to read through this. WTF are they talking about? Lights Up wasn't dedicated to any secret boyfriend. And that whole side of the conversation where they're saying that "hiding someone you're in a relationship with is disrespectful" is ridiculous. It's a weird thing to do if you're hiding them because you're ashamed of the person, but not if you're doing it to afford the both of you some privacy or if you're closeted. "Don't keep them a secret when he never treated his PR stunt like that." WTF are you even talking about? Do you not understand the concept of a PR relationship?

The only part of the conversation that is accurate is that Lights Up is very, very obviously a queer song, and Harry has been "screaming" for years and years that he's not straight.

Anyway, everything else these people in your screenshots are saying is ridiculous. Lots of people like to say he has a secret relationship. The GF Harries say it's a woman (take your pick of the 75 different people who they think it could be), H*ylors say it's T*ylor, Harries who hate Louis but think Harry's queer say it's Brad or Xander or Alessandro or some other secret unknown person they invented, larries say it's Louis... I don't know why it's acceptable to say he's secretly dating some imaginary man, but it can't be Louis, even though the only consistent, compelling evidence we've seen of him dating anyone over the past 14 years has been for him dating Louis Tomlinson.

But these folks can knock themselves out arguing about it until the cows come home.

#fandom dynamics #stunts #Hets are wild #but so many other harries are as well

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (20)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity & Graphic Depictions of Violence

Genre: ANGST/Fluff SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8.6K

<Chapter 19

I just want to thank everyone that has taken the time to come on this journey with me. There were times when I wanted to quit, but your likes, reblogs, and kind comments made me want to keep going. This would mean much less without you all. Without further adieu, I present:

20. V is for Voe; the Billboard Doe

art by @hazbinhotelie

“Alastor?” Charlie looks around the room after everything goes quiet “Where’s Voe?”

Alastor is wiping off his sleeve, still stewing with rage “I took care of her darling,” is all the response he gives her

“Took care of her?” Angel tiptoed back in the front doors “That definitely ain’t good”

“You didn’t…kill her did you?” Charlie covers her mouth

Alastor’s smile is the stiffest it’s ever been “Of course not dear Charlotte. I simply disposed of her, nothing to worry your pretty head about,”

Vaggie furrows her brow, opening her mouth before Charlie speaks instead “Um, actually no? Anything that goes on in my Hotel is my business,”

Alastor chuckles dryly “I assure you, Charlie, it’s none of your concern,”

Charlie’s expression turns angry as she stalks toward him “It’s all my concern Alastor, now tell me what the fuck you did to Voe.”

He sighs as if she’s being annoying “If you insist on obtaining this information, I simply removed her from the property,”

“But like, you didn’t give her a chance to explain herself! Or apologize! Or anything!”

“I did what was best for the hotel. We don’t need anyone sneaking around or keeping secrets,”

Vaggie scoffs loudly “Oh bullshit! You going on your little outings? Or keeping the fact that angels could be killed until you could use it to get a ‘favor’ from Charlie?”

“That is not this!” He asserts

“Right!” Charlie yells “That was worse!”

Alastor sweetens his tone “Now Charlotte...”

“From the first day, you stepped in here, you’ve belittled, degraded, and mocked the idea of redemption, telling me directly and indirectly that my dream is hopeless. But then you also walk around this place like you own it! Newsflash Alastor, you DON’T, yes you’ve helped to make my dream more feasible, but it’s NOT your property, it’s NOT your name on the line, and it’s NOT just one of your little projects to entertain you. You walk around here like you’re judge, jury, and executioner! You’re not better than anyone here just because we believe in the goodness of damned souls. If anything it just makes you miserable! THIS IS MY DREAM! MY PURPOSE! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT OR AUTHORITY TO OVERRIDE ME. AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO KICK ANYONE OUT! AND SINCE YOU CAN’T ACT LIKE A TEAM PLAYER THE NEXT ONE TO LEAVE IS YOU!”

The bass in her voice overshadowed everyone and everything in the room as the Princess stood before the red demon, horns pointed, tail swinging, and eyes blazing red. The entire room knew that this was only a fraction of the younger Morningstar’s power, and did not want to see the rest of it. Vaggie stands behind her girlfriend, staring with love and admiration, her spear ready for combat. Alastor stares down at the women, stiff and poised.

“Who will manage the hotel?” he asks calmly 

“I will, it won’t be that much different anyway”

His smile drops slightly as he exhales, but he picks it back up before anyone can notice. “Very well,” and he dissipates into the shadows.

Charlie takes a deep breath and returns to her normal form. She turns to Vaggie and opens her mouth, but before she can speak Vaggie throws her arms around her girlfriend.

“I love you so much!” and Charlie blushes and smiles back

The acid rain had ended by the time she had walked across Pentagram City, but she was already soaked from her hair to her feet.

“Voe Voe!! Can I get a picture? Hey Hey!! Bitch,” a demon called out from down the street

Voe continues walking as cameras and smartphones flash around her, but she ignores them. Someone runs up to her and gives her an unsolicited hug. Voe’s immediate reaction is to toss them, but she isn’t focused on how much strength she is using. The demon flies back into a building, shocking even Voe.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

“DO I LOOK LIKE I WANNA BE TOUCHED?!” Her eyes flashed as more and more demons crowded around her, clearly not getting the message. Some of them screamed her praise and others wished for her demise. The noise became too much to the point that she ended up covering her ears and running, running, and running through the swinging doors. The cold air makes contact with her wet hair and clothes, making her shiver. She hangs her head down to avoid the bright lights and she runs into something hard, her eyes snap open and she looks up.

“What the fuck!” Vox looks up from his phone and then down at the doe. When he sees who it is, he cracks a grin “Voe? Voe the Beau? Oh this is rich,” he stifles a laugh “How may I help you dear?”

She stares up at him with rage “I need a place to stay,”

“You what? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, the betrayal must’ve been clogging my ears”

“How did I betray you?”

Vox shrugs “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Run along, we don’t have space for you,” he starts walking past her “Since Voe’s always right,”

“Wait,” she says. He turns to her, smirking “What do you want?”

He ponders the thought “So..what happened? Did you get thrown out of the hotel? Guess they must not like traitors”

“You know, it was bad enough that you ruined my afterlife, but then to make fun of me about it is cruel,”

“Okay okay, but just tell me one thing…how did our dear friend Alastor react, when he found out?” Vox’s eyes glint with joy

She turns away from the TV demon “He never stopped smiling, but he’s never seemed so..hurt. I could see it in his eyes,”

Vox begins to cackle as the tears rise in her eyes. The warmth in her chest turns into a burning flame, the tears and the rain stinging her eyes

“Head up to Velvette’s studio, I’m sure she’ll have something for you,” he tosses over his shoulder and walks away “Wait,” he stops “Give me that,”

“What?” 

He flips the chain around her neck “I want that necklace,”

She takes a step back “Why?”

“You really think I’m going to let you wear that man’s name around your neck when you’re in my building?” he opens his palm in front of her

Voe recoils “I’ll take it off, but I’m not giving it to you,”

Vox closes his fingers one by one “I don’t want to see it around your neck” Voe slowly removes it and places it in her pocket “That’s better, I want that pretty little neck bare,” he trails his sharp fingers down her throat

“What? So you wanna fuck me now?” she asks with a somewhat annoyed expression

Vox smirks and walks away without answering the question

“Now Alastor, what did I tell you about that? You can’t just override people’s authority!”

The stag huffs “If you don’t want me to stay here then I won’t!” he raises his volume

Rosie furrows her brow and lowers her pitch “Now hold on,” she scolds him as if he is her own child “I didn’t say you couldn’t stay here but you are not going to speak to me that way on my property. You’re the one that got yourself kicked out, that’s nobody’s fault but your own, so control your tone, young man,” she flattens her lips, letting him know that she means business

Alastor lowers his head “I apologize, I am under a certain amount of…stress,”

Rosie scoffs “I can see!” she moves out of the doorway to allow him in, closing the door behind him. She moves to sit on one of her couches, patting the spot next to her. “Tell Auntie Rosie what’s wrong,”

He sits down next to her “I just need a moment,”

“For?”

“I….I’m, heartbroken,” he mumbles

Rosie shakes her head as if she didn’t hear him “Pardon?”

“I am heartbroken,” he stumbles over his words “And I-I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel inside,”

Rosie blinks, looking up at the air. She’s not sure what to do, this has never been an issue that Alastor has come to her about. “Would you like a hug Alastor?”

“I suppose a small one,” 

She opens her arms and he falls into them, leaning on her chest as she wraps her arms around him. They sit in silence for a few beats before Rosie hears low and soft broken breaths. She looked around to locate the source of the sound, only to discover that it was coming from inside her arms. She turned her ear down and heard the sobs of the Radio Demon. She had no idea what to say. She sat and held him in her arms, this was territory for her too.

Alastor sits up and removes his monocle, he rubs the small amount of tears from his eyes. He replaces the monocle “I apologize for how I’m acting, I just did not know…what to do with myself,”

“Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“I do not think I am in the right headspace to think about it. Let alone, talk about it. Again, I apologize for being rude to you. I have not been feeling like myself for these past few months,” He stands and dusts off his clothing, and walks further into the building, leaving Rosie sitting and wondering what in all of Hell could have her best friend like this.

“I’m honestly so glad that you finally came to your senses and showed up! This is going to be bloody fucking amazing! Now that I have you all the time, that’s less time we have to spend getting you prepped and ready! Honestly, you should have done this from the get-go, but sometimes it takes something drastic to get people on the right path. Ugh, what is this? Are you covered in acid rain? Let’s get you cleaned up. TANYA! RUN HER A BATH!”

Velvette talked on and on, as Voe just sat and absorbed the words into her skin, but not through her ears. Voe had never known what to call this state that she was in, even when she was alive. The state where her body was doing everything it was supposed to do to continue existing normally, but her mind was somewhere else. Her mind was back at the hotel, replaying different versions of the scenario. Versions where something, anything had gone different. Maybe if Angel had given her the remote, or if she had gotten downstairs first, or maybe if she and Alastor would’ve had sex instead. Even a version where Vox doesn’t do the show at all. Or one where she was a completely different person, who would’ve never even considered doing something like this to someone.

Sometimes she wondered what it was like to live without that nagging and gnawing voice telling you that you’re not good enough. That voice that tells you if you don’t do something big then you might as well not exist. She wondered if other people had to live with it, but she was never a good indicator of what other people had to deal with. She knew that voice quite well, and the only way to quiet it had always been temporary solutions that increased her status and made her feel big, but always at the expense of making someone feel small. These moments of reprieve never lasted long, but she’d do anything to never feel like that lost and ostracized baby ever again. Even if she had to make that baby, someone else. But as she said, the feeling never lasted. And in the end, she always had to give something up, but she had never felt it mattered this much.

When she comes back to herself, she’s in a bathtub, basically sitting in her own broth. Velvette bursts through the door, while she’s stewing.

“How’s my favorite model doing?” Voe stared off into the distance, her expression solemn and bare “Oh come on, what’s with the pout? Hmm?” She tilts her head up “You still can’t be on Alastor,” she scoffs “You did it, it’s done. It’s over now. Chin up, you have better things to worry about,” she places her hand on Voe’s back “Hurry up with your bath love, and I’ll get you something to eat, I just know you’re hungry,”

When Voe is silent once again, Velvette groans and rolls her eyes, leaving the bathroom. Once she leaves, Voe lets out a long whistle.

“What’s going on with your precious little trophy?” Vox smirks 

Vel rolls her eyes “She’s still stuck on Alastor I guess,” She waves her hand

Vox rubs his ‘chin’ “Well maybe we can…take her mind off of him?”

Velvette’s sneer slowly turns into a sly smirk. 

Rosie was so unaware of what to do, or what was happening anyway. She gathers a tray of coffee and brings it to the room Alastoe chose to stay in. She knocks on the door and leans in, listening. There’s a light groaning coming from inside. Rosie lightly pushes the door open.

“Alastor?” she peers in to see him lying on the bed in a ball, his coat on the floor and his shoes strewn about. Okay, now she was worried “Alastor!”

He groans in response, not even moving when Rosie places the tray on the nightstand and sits down, dipping the bed next to him.

Rosie reaches out to rub his back, but then thinks better of it, placing her hand on the bed next to him. “Alastor, please. Tell me what’s wrong, I don’t like seeing you like this, I’m worried,”

He shifts his head toward her, his expression still covered. He mumbles into his arm and Rosie leans down to hear him.

“Hmm? I can’t hear you, sweetie,”

“I don’t like feeling this way!!” he yells

“What are you talking about sweetie?”

Alastor rips the bracelet off of his wrist and throws it to the ground “This meant nothing!” 

Rosie goes to where he threw the bracelet and picks it up, examining it in her slender fingers “Who’s Vera?” she turns back to her friend

“The heartless woman that crushed me,”

Rosie is more baffled than when she walked into the room. She raises a brow “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that?”

“I take it you haven’t seen Vox 2-Nite,”

“Alastor, I don’t even have a TV,”

He sighs “Voe told Vox everything,”

“Everything?”

“Everything!” he screams “Everything I told her, she told him!”

She holds the bracelet and returns to the bed “Oh Alastor, I’m so sorry. Would you like a hug?” he groans and Rosie takes it as a yes and envelopes him as much as she can. 

Voe sits in the bed they gave her, fiddling with the necklace. She reads Alastor’s name as she runs her thumb over it, feeling the metal’s smoothness and the letters’ curves. She thinks back on when he gave it to her. How his fingers wrapped around her throat and he sunk his teeth into her skin, leaving a myriad of hickies all around. She breathes in and fantasizes that he’s here to forgive her, to save her from this place where no love grows. Her fingers trail over her skin and she imagines they’re his, digging her nails deep just as he would. One hand travels to her neck and the other down to her core. She takes a second to smell herself to understand what it was that Alastor had always gone crazy for before returning her fingers to her slit, slowly trailing up and down as he would. She slides a finger inside the open hole, hers not being as long but willing to use her imagination, carefully slipping in another.

“Vera, tell me how this feels,” she hears his voice as she curves one finger inside of her

It feels so good.

“Good,” his voice whispers, she pushes his fingers deeper “And this?”

That feels amazing.

“Wonderful,” she hears in his delicious low growl as if he were right there with her. She closes her eyes and leans back on the headboard, imagining Alastor’s fingers in place of her own, before the door creaks and her eyes snap open, her fingers flying out with some of her juices still left on them.

It’s Velvette, she enters the room wearing a long silk robe, not closing the door all the way before turning to the doe.

“So you are still up? Amazing!” her voice is deep and seductive. She assesses the situation “I see you’re already getting started. Well, no shame in that,” She drops her robe on the floor, revealing a black set of lingerie. She crawls into the bed and sucks the juices off of Voe’s fingers, making her cunt twitch as she watches. With a blank look, Voe reaches for her face and Velvette swats her hands away. “Ah ah ah,” she wiggles her finger. “Come to me,” and she does. 

Velevette tilts her chin up, kissing her with the utmost intensity. A beautiful kiss from beautiful lips, but she needed more. It was not enough. She removes Voe’s shirt, then shorts and panties, laying her down on the bed when the door opens once more

“Wow, someone’s eager. You’ve already gotten started!” It was Vox, entering the room shirtless, his deep voice carrying around the room

Voe does not know what to make of his appearance, she stops and takes a look at Velvette for an explanation. When Vox begins removing his pants, then it makes sense. 

“So you’re joining us?”

The Overlords light up “There she is!” Velvette exclaims, kissing her chest

Vox smirks “I was starting to think that mouth stopped working. And yes, I will,” His boxers come off and reveal a thin dark blue erect cock. Voe takes a long look at it before Vox tongues her, moving behind her to lick every inch of skin he can reach. He reaches in front of her, palming her breasts from behind. Voe closes her eyes, trying to relax when the door busts open. Obviously, it’s Valentino, who’s completely naked, leaving nothing to be desired.

“Come on! Why do you guys always start without me?”

“Why do you insist on being late!” Vel scolds him

“At least he’s already ready,” Vox breathes on the back of Voe’s neck, making her shiver

“Wow…those are some moth…balls” was all Voe could think of to say

Valentino gives a sly grin “Why thank you,” he purrs 

His dick is already up as well, which did not surprise her. Val’s probably horny more often than me, she thought. When she looked back at his face, she was filled to the brim with anger, why should he get to explore her body? Why should any of them? After the shit they pulled? She wanted this, but she knew she didn’t deserve it, and it disgusted her the looks they gave each other and her as if they…deserved it. Like it was owed to them. 

Voe is on her hands and knees, kissing Velvette passionately before she feels sharp fingers on her waist. It’s Vox, he pulls her backward and onto his erect penis. Voe gasps once it slips inside her and moans when he starts to bounce her on it. Voe throws her head back, angry at herself for loving how his cock felt inside her.

“Yeah, that’s right, like you much better like this,” he grunts to her, wrapping his hand around her throat “Maybe I’ll put my name around this pretty neck. How do you feel about that dollface?”

Voe doesn’t answer, only rolling her hips against him. The thought of wearing Vox’s name felt enraging like he was claiming ownership of her, like she was property and not a person. She starts bouncing more intensely on his dick, eliciting loud moans from him.

Velvette reaches out for her and her hands land on Voe’s breast, massaging it for a few, before bringing it to her lips. She begins suckling and Voe presses her head forward. Voe turns to Valentino and signals for him to come closer, when he does she pulls him by the chain connecting his nipple rings, before whispering

“Bite me,”

He runs his thin tongue over his sharp teeth “I wanna hear you beg amorcita,” 

Voe’s eyes roll so far back into her head that her pupils are invisible for a moment. “I don’t have to do shit, you’re not the boss of me,” He gives her a wild grin before he sinks his teeth into the supple flesh of her earlobe, traveling down her jawline, past her throat, and to her chest, leaving bites all along the path. He uses two of his arms to keep her back straight while Vox is still thrusting into her cunt.

“Isn’t she such a good fucking girl?” Velvette asks, running her hand down to Voe’s clit

“Yes, she is,” Vox grunts “She takes my cock so good,”

Voe closes her eyes to try and tune them out. Fuck them. She hated them. But it felt so good.

“Alastor,” Rosie starts slowly, knowing that the next thing that she says is going to be difficult for both of them “Do you want some advice?”

“Yes,” he mumbles into his elbow

Rosie sighs “Then I need to know how you feel,”

“I already told you I’m…heartbroken,”

“No,” Rosie corrected him “How do you feel about her?”

Alastor lifts his head up and stares at her “Well, I hardly see how that would help,”

“Okay. Alastor what are you upset about? The fact that this information about you has been revealed or that Voe did it?”

He stares at her blankly “I am certain that both things are upsetting to me,”

“Right, but normally, you would be angry. Which one has you crying?”

Alastor lowers his head back to the mattress after a moment of thought about the question “That she did it,” he mumbles

“Right, so for me to help you, I need to know how you feel about her.” Rosie leans forward “You must like her a lot!”

He raises an eyebrow “Why do you say that?”

“Alastor, I have never seen you sob in a ball in my house. Plus you told her all the things that you’ve only told me. You never let people in, especially not that fast, and you’re wearing her name on your body. This is no casual thing, you have never behaved like this before,”

“I must say I did have very strong feelings…now I’m not so sure,”

“Does that mean you don’t have any feelings for her?”

He breathes out “I don’t know anymore,”

“Oh Alastor, you need some time to think. Don’t make such rash decisions in this state,”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know,” he groans

Rosie cracks a smile “Is it possible that maybe she feels bad about it?”

Alastor looks at her like she’s insane “Am I supposed to immediately forgive her because she feels bad? Does that just make it all better?”

“Now I never said that,”

“Then what should I think Rosie?”

She shrugs “I don’t know,”

When Angel went to work, he went in searching for some sign of Voe, anything at all to know if she was alright. Once he was able to get away from Val, he snuck up to Velvette’s studio, getting a glimpse of the inside through the window on the door. She’s sitting on a chair with no expression, crossing her arms. Angel taps on the window hoping to get her attention. It takes about a minute for her to look up and acknowledge him. he gestures for her to meet him outside, she rolls her eyes and walks out the door.

“Hey,” Angel greets her awkwardly “What’s going on?”

She looks around “Nothing. Velvette is off doing business and I’m just sitting here because she doesn’t have anything for me to do,”

“But, how are you feeling? I know everything that went down was…pretty crazy. I- well we all wanted to know if you’re okay,” He shuffles on his feet

Voe purses her lip “All of you?”

“Yeah,”

She raises her eyebrow “Everyone?”

He nods “Yeah,”

“I highly doubt that,” 

“Well you wouldn’t know, you haven’t been there in a while,”

Voe just blinks

Angel sighs “Look, I’ll just go. I just wanted to see how you were.” He turns to go “Stop by the hotel anytime,”

“Angel,” she calls after him with no observable tone

“Yeah?” he responds quickly, hoping to get something that he can tell the others

She purses her lips and then speaks “Don’t come in tomorrow,”

He raises his eyebrow “What?”

“Do not come to work tomorrow. Even if you are called, do not come.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t,”

Angel looks around as the doe keeps the straightest of faces “Is that all?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been two weeks and all you’ve said to me was a thumbs-up emoji! We’ve been worried sick about you!”

Voe blinks for longer than usual “Well you won’t have to worry for much longer,”

“Voe you’re scaring me,”

She gives him a small smile, her tone still unchanging “Don’t be scared, it will all be fine. Bye,” she waves and disappears into Velvette’s studio without another word.

“Do you believe in fate Alastor?”

He scoffs dismissively 

“I’m serious, do you?”

“No,”

“Well, I do, and I’m going to use fate to help you,” Rosie pulls out her smartphone that she very rarely uses “I’m doing this for you Alastor,” it takes her quite some time to unlock, and navigate the device but once she has she opens Sinstagram. “Look,”

Alastor lifts his head and gets irrationally annoyed “Rosie dear, why would I want to see that?!”

“I just want to show you something, listen to me,”

He does, with his eyebrows still furrowed

Rosie closes her eyes and states “If Voe is live right now, that means that she’s sorry about what she did, and you need to at least give her a chance to apologize,”

“Rosie…”

“No just wait, if I’m wrong then I’m wrong,” she scrolls through the feed for a few minutes coming upon Voe’s icon, blurred out and reading ‘LIVE’.

Alastor’s ears perk up and he leans in “How did you know that?”

“I didn’t,” Rosie gave him a smirk

“Do you know her schedule?”

Rosie raises her right hand “Alastor I swear to you that I haven’t used this thing in months. I had no idea. I’m telling you, this is fate,”

His ears twitch “Do another,”

Rosie gives him a soft smile “You do one. Let’s say, Voe cares about you, if…?” she looks to him for the condition

Alastor’s ears won’t stop moving, along with his twitching nose as he thinks. His grin grows wider as he thinks he’s finally stumped Rosie “How about if she’s wearing red?”

“Why red?”

He sits up further “It’s my color darling,”

“That’s my Alastor! Now how much red are we talking?’

“Any,”

“Okay!”

Alastor was certain that he had beaten Rosie at her own game, he knew that Voe only wore the color pink, so he knew that when Rosie pressed that live he would see…

“Now Voe, you haven’t done a live in a while. For you to remain marketable, you have to stay connected with the public. So tonight you’ll be doing one here in the studio. Alastor is trending right now, so Vox wants you to talk about him more,”

Voe long blinks “What more could he want me to say??”

“Maybe about what he’s like in bed or something,” The doll shrugs

Voe blushes and looks away “That’s private,”

“Yeah well, that’s showbiz,” she turns to walk away “Oh by the way, Vox wants you in blue,”

Voe is confused “Why blue?”

“That’s Vox’s signature color, so he wants you to wear it,”

She crosses her arms “Why is he acting like we’re dating all of a sudden?”

“Oh no he’s not, he just wants you to follow his rules. You know men.” she waves her off

“Yeah, but he’s talking about me wearing his name and now his color,”

Velvette is flippant “Eh. He says he had the outfit he wants you to wear sent to your room,”

Voe groans and turns away from her

“Don’t be all pouty, it’s just a live. You can even make things up, nobody will even know the difference,”

“I don’t want to talk about that!”

“Well you need to talk about something, it’s going on in 20,”

Voe is unnerved “20?!”

Vel nodded “20,” and walked away, staring down at her phone. Voe enters her room, seeing the dress Vox had picked out lying on the bed for her. Accompanying it is a typed note reading ‘Hope you have a good live cutie 😉. Welcome to the Vees’ and a box with a necklace that reads his name. She paused, this man was serious??

I am not wearing that. She tosses the necklace somewhere she can’t see and examines the dress, something feeling off about it. Everyone knew that pink was her signature color, which was fine before. Now he wanted her to match him. She held the dress against her body, unsure it would fit. Voe groans, blue just didn’t do it for her.

Voe slips on a red dress with lace trimmings around her neck, longer in the back than in the front and some red wrap-around pumps. She gives herself a once over, deciding that something is missing. She pulls out her gift from Alastor, watching it shine in the light. She fastens it around her neck and for the first time in two weeks, smiles. 

She stands her phone up on her tripod, setting it the perfect distance and starting the live from her Sinstagram with the entire studio to herself. She sits on a chair, her legs crossed, showcasing her shoes and her ankles. She sits in silence, waiting for the viewers to come in.

Of course, the questions come in immediately.

oh shit!!! where you been bitch?????

wat u been up 2?

u look sexy

bout 2 spill more ☕️??

wats gud bitch

“Hey guys, I know y’all haven’t seen me in a while. Sorry for the hiatus, I’ve been absent for a while trying to rethink and reevaluate things going on in my life. Who missed me?”

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“I’m here to give everyone more information on Sinstagram’s #1 trending topic,” she spreads her arms “The Radio Demon,” she smirks

OH SHIT

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

YAS QUEEN GIVE US THE TEA!!!11!!!!!!!!11

“I was instructed to talk about the time I spent with him and the things I’ve learned, you know besides all the shit Vox said on his late-night show,”

The Vees enter the studio together, shocked to see that Voe had already begun the live, and definitely shocked to see what she had on.

“Why is she wearing that? I told her what to wear!” he whispers to Velvette

Velvette shrugs “I don’t know, I told her what you wanted!”

Valentino puts two of his hands on his hips “Is it just me or does she look kind of sexy?”

Voe glances up over her phone, seeing the Overlords by the entrance, she smirks knowingly, putting a confused and frustrated expression on Vox’s face.

“And I will discuss it, but before we get to that I see that a lot of people are still asking me about becoming an Overlord,” her eyes scan the phone screen as Vox turns to Velvette in anger on the sidelines. Velvette shrugs, unaware of what is going on either. Voe stands slowly “As I was told earlier, there are two main ways of becoming an Overlord,” Vox begins to approach the doe “The first is obviously by collecting and owning souls, and the other is by” Vox reaches out his hand and places it on Voe’s shoulder as her eyebrows furrow. She lowers the pitch of her voice “Killing other Overlords,”

Voe grabs Vox’s wrist with both hands, swinging him around and launching him into the wall behind them. Valentino and Velvette’s jaws are on the floor, giving Voe time to transition into her much larger demon form. With full force, her dragon wings carry her headfirst into Valentino, her horns piercing his chest.

She pulls her horns out of the moth who doubles over in pain. Velvette takes off to protect herself. She returns to the camera with the Overlord’s blood dripping down her horns and head “For now, a few words about Vox!” she grins “You all know Vox, right?” She gestures to the TV demon in the corner, who is now struggling to stand after the pain and shock of being thrown “Vox is…” she purses her lips. “Immature, as I’ve been told. I mean clearly, you all don’t give a damn that he has cameras literally everywhere since he can’t control the narrative without knowing literally everything that’s going on all the time, but Vox!” she laughs and turns to him “You’re pathetic!”

Valentino sneaks up from behind, grabbing her with all of his arms. She struggles to get free, squirming and kicking when Val rips the skin off her shoulder with his teeth. Voe screams out in pain and yanks on one of the moth’s arms. He grabs her, lifting her up by her throat, squeezing tight. 

“Dumb bitch!” he snarls as Voe’s legs flail in the air and he reaches to pull her apart.

Voe yanks the arm holding her as hard as possible, ripping it clean off the moth’s body, more of his blood spilling all over the place as he falls backward. Voe lays on the ground, catching her breath and prying the fingers from around her throat.

“What was I saying?” she gasps, running over to stomp Valentino and yank off another of his arms “Oh right Vox.” she wipes hair from her face “Vox!” she catches the Overlord trying to flee. Superspeeding to his location she gives him one quick punch to the screen, leaving some broken glass lodged in her knuckles, and a forceful kick to his chest, launching him to the center of the room. “You’re the one who’s obsessed with someone who doesn’t even THINK about you! Like, how embarrassing! You even dress like him! I mean seriously, imitation is a form of flattery but this is just a fixation! You just hate Alastor because you’re the over-saturated remake and he’s the original that you wanna hate fuck. Yes, we ALL know about your body pillow Vox! Alastor had more talent and charm in his pinkie finger than you have on your entire screen! Ever wonder why he’s such huge competition when you have all these flashy visual gimmicks and all he has is his VOICE?! That should tell you something you piece of tangled-up HDMI cables!”

Voe stands over Vox with her foot pressed down on his ankle, hearing it break, and Vox bellows in pain. Blood dripped down her face, over her chin. She turns to the camera that’s surprisingly still standing.

“You know what? I miss my mom too. My mom, my dad, and my little sister!” She steps on Vox’s other ankle, her heel digging into his flesh. “Sometimes, I feel like shit as well, but then I remember that I’m…that…BITCH!!” she waves around Valentino’s detached arms

She hears a loud CRACK and feels a sharp pain in her leg, blood dripping down it as she collapses shrieking. Her hands tremble as she removes them from the wound, a massive amount of blood pouring out of her appendage. She looks up and sees Valentino, smoke wafting from one of his handguns, a giant smirk on his face. He fires again and hits her square in the arm, knocking her down again, her screams echoing throughout the building. She struggles to breathe as the pain takes over her entire body. 

“You know I’ve killed bitches for less than this!” Valentino sounds pissed and amused at the same time. He stalks over to her, ready to finish the job, Voe lifts her head off the ground and weakly spits out “Cheater,” 

Valentino shrugs “Cheater or not, I still win chica,” grinning as he cocks the gun ready to shoot. Voe blinks twice, mustering all the strength she has to inhale and let a ragged cry rip through her gut, an inferno erupting from behind her lips and launching at the large bug.

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” he screeches, falling backward, flailing and twitching as he burns, dropping the gun on the ground

Voe sits up and uses her wings to hover over the Overlord. She scoops up the gun and shoots him once in the torso “That’s for shooting me bitch,” then spits on him. He’s not dead quite yet, however. Voe returns to the camera, taking deep breaths between each phrase. “And just like I’m that bitch, Alastor is that dude, that guy! And I’m sorry…” she stares into the screen with genuine remorse “I’m sorry that I ever doubted it, and you know what if y’all ever doubt it…” her voice gets deep and gravelly “You’ll be sorry too,” She pushes a file cabinet at Val, who is trying to get up once more her “If he doesn’t make sure you’re sorry, I will,” she floats toward Val, who is pinned to the floor by the cabinet. Voe tries to pretend she’s not out of breath “Hey Val,” Voe gets up close and personal with the moth whose remaining arms are bound “This is for Angel.” and using her teeth, rips his head clean off his shoulders.

Voe hovers back in front of the phone, which is now stained with blood. She shows off her trophy to all of her fans, who are going crazy in the comments.

YOOOOO

THIS BITCH CRAZYYYYY

YO WTFFFF

IM SCARED FR

🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

IMMA BE SICK 😱😱😱

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

GET HIM VOE!!

HATE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Voe catches her breath, her wounds still bleeding profusely and her body running on pure adrenaline. Her voice comes from the depths of her body and she screams 

“From this point on, when you see the letter ‘V’ you think of me! ‘V’ is for Voe; the fucking Billboard Doe!”

She approaches Vox, who is clinging to life with his broken and warped screen. She steps on his stomach, looking down at him with disgust.

“I gave you what you wanted,” he sputters out

Voe shrugs “Wasn’t worth what I lost,” her sharp nails pierce his flesh, as she rips his heart directly out of his chest. The TV Demon falls dead, his heart dripping in the Billboard Doe’s grip. She turns to the camera once more and says “It would be totally badass if I just took a bite of this, but I won’t because that would be gross,” she observes it more “Hmm, thought it would be blue,” and just drops it on the ground with a SPLAT.

She goes over to her phone and ends the live, sitting on the floor as her blood begins to pool. She tries wiping the blood stains off her phone, and smears it more, which frustrates her. She groans and limps into the room they had given her, into the bathroom. She wets some tissue and sits on the toilet to breathe. She gets her phone clean and searches the bathroom for first aid equipment. She uses tweezers to pull the bullets out of her wounds, then cleans them as best as possible. She wrapped the bullet wounds in gauze and slammed a large adhesive bandage over the bite. How many injuries did these bitches get during sex? She takes the time just to sit and take in her new situation, preferring to leave the blood on her, feeling kind of tough after that entire ordeal. She leans back on the wall when her ears twitch, she’s silent when the door outside of the bathroom creaks. Slowly standing, she leans out to see what made the noise, and Velvette launches herself at the doe with a dagger, knocking her back into the bathroom. She and her boss struggle, as the doll tries to stab the doe, the dagger shining in the light. Voe grabs the rubbing alcohol and throws it in her boss’s eyes, causing her to stumble backward, slipping on the blood and landing on her back.

Voe wrestles the dagger out of Vel’s hands and tries to subdue the doll.

“After all I’ve done for you! This is how you repay me?” she spits

“Done for me? You were using me the whole time! For influence, for sex, and revenge!”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? I’d say that’s a fair trade! Don’t act like you’re all innocent, you used Alastor the same way we used you. You belong here!”

Voe squints and punches Velvette square in the face “Difference is, I regret it,” she gets off the doll and starts to limp away, when the doll grabs her ankle making Voe fall on her face. She turns to make eye contact with the other demoness.

Velvette spits out a glob of blood, lifting her head as her arms struggle to keep herself up “You can’t kill me. The most you can do is defend yourself because no matter what you do, I still own you.” She smiles, a few of her teeth missing. 

At that exact moment, the air was filled with loud static, and the sky turned green. Both women look around in confusion before long black tentacles shoot through the windows enveloping everything. The building is then lifted off the very ground and tilted. Velvette grabs Voe’s hand as they both slide across the floor and out the window.

Once they’ve slid out the window, Voe uses her wings to keep them both from falling flat on the ground. Velvette grips her fingers as she dangles in the air, Voe takes a breath and is hit with a familiar and beautiful smell. She slowly turns and takes in the entire sight. Thick black tentacles wrap around the broken building, sliding and squirming. Her eyes trace them back to a giant version of a familiar red pinstripe suit, giant antlers, and radio-dial eyes.

Voe can barely see through the sting of the tears in her eyes “Alastor?” she calls out instinctively

He turns to her, dropping the building callously, “T̷̛̠̜̫̜̄͑͋̈ͅH̴̢̛͕̗̆̍͛I̶̺̞̱͒̃̉S̵͉̼̖̞̥̖̪͕̓̕̚̚ ̸͚̫͔͖̻͌̏̈I̶̤͗̂͛S̸̤̳̞͔̿̅͒͛ ̷̱̦̪̗̱̟͈͎̋̉́̈́́̽͆͝T̶̮͛̊͆H̶̛̥̮̼̥͕̞̽̍̑̌̇̽͐Ě̸͖̻̞̼̮̼̗̂͂͂̉͐̏̕ ̸̠̦̞̙̊͌̾̔̈́̈́ͅE̷̬̘͉͎͉̔̾̄̂̿̓N̸̤̈́͒̈́D̸̨̳̣̈́̎̕̚ ̸̪̙̗̬̲̭̆̃̌̎̉͝͝Ǒ̵͙F̵͙̙͍̰͈̿̋͂̀͗͒͝ ̵̧̪͔̭̯̫̙̗̀̚̕T̷̜̬́͌͝H̸͍̞͉̺̼͕̲̣͂̒͊͂̃̔͋E̸̟̟͙͕̣̭͓̋͌̔͝ ̷̖̮̟̆͒̈́͆V̴̞̥͓̻̮̙̦̼͘͘E̸͈̅̈́Ë̸̡͚̰̺̩́̀͌̒̈͝S̴̪̟̝̲̰̪̍̐͂͠!” the words filled every facet of the airways, through speakers, radios, cellphones, and televisions. His voice was heard by every soul in the pride ring.

Velvette slipped out of Voe’s grip and into the grip of one of the wriggling tentacles, where she came face-to-face with the giant wicked grin of the Radio Demon. 

“Alastor! Don’t kill her!” He stops in his pursuit, dangling Velvette over his open waiting jaw. The doll demon sweats and shivers in fear, but the Radio Demon does as he’s told “I can’t kill you, but he can. Now, you can either free me or die” She stares into the doll’s eyes “Which is it gonna be?”

“FUCK YOU!” Velvette 

Voe waves her off “Yeah yeah, been there done that. Now make a choice!” She shrugs “I win either way,”

“I GAVE YOU WHAT ASKED FOR! WHAT YOU WANTED!!”

“What I thought I wanted,”

Velvette flails, realizing there’s nowhere for her to go, with a defeated scowl she pulls out the signed contract and hands it to Alastor, as a last ‘fuck you’ to Voe, flipping her off in the process.

Voe claps and smiles “Okay great, go ahead Alastor,”

Velvette’s eyes shoot open “WAIT, WHAT? BUT I-!” her words are cut off as she’s swallowed by the Radio Demon, finally putting an end to the Vees and their reign of terror.

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The walk back to the hotel was silent and awkward. When they walked in Charlie charged them with tears in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh, I was worried sick about you two! I saw everything online! Are you all okay?!” she pulls Voe into a tight hug

She recoils in pain “Ow!”

“Sorry sorry sorry!” Charlie notices the blood all over her “Oh my gosh are you okay?”

“Well, I’m starting to feel the pain the longer I stand here…and the more you touch me,”

Charlie pulls her hands back “Sorry!” she turns to Alastor, who stares down at her, and she stares up at him.

Alastor clears his throat “Charlie…”

“Alastor,” she adjusts her stance

“I owe you an apology. I am terribly sorry for overstepping and overriding your authority.”

Charlie tears up “Oh Alastor, are you apologizing?”

Alastor’s eyes dart around “Yes?”

“Oh Alastor!” Charlie walks toward him with her arms outstretched

“Charlie…Charlie-oh alright,” he stiffens when she embraces him “Charlie dear, your tears are getting on my coat,”

“Sorry,” she sobs. Charlie wipes her eyes “Oh! Welcome back!” She pulls out a golden bracelet and fastens it on Alastor’s wrist. It reads ‘It Starts With Sorry’. “I’m starting to give out rewards for milestones!”

“I’m also sorry, for not taking this seriously and for putting my desires over the…collective?” She thinks and decides that’s what she wants to say

“Apology accepted to you too!” She says to Voe

Voe holds her arm “Thanks,” and purses her lips. She walks up to Angel and waves

“Look who’s back,” he smirks

Voe pulls out his contract and holds it out for him to take.

“What’s this?”

She smiles “Your freedom,”

Angel takes the contract smiling and tears up. He hugs her tightly with all six arms.

“Ow,” she squeaks

“Sorry,”

“She was going to bring his head, but I talked her out of it,” Alastor mused behind them

“Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,”

Alastor places his hand on Voe’s shoulder “Come now, let’s get you cleaned up,”

After a long and warm bath, Voe sits on her knees in front of Alastor at his mercy. She sits with her palms on the floor and her eyes on her fingers. 

“I’m so sorry,” she speaks wistfully.

“Hmm?”

She doesn’t even look up to see his expression “I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I took advantage of your kindness and used them for my own gain. For what it’s worth, the moment I truly knew you, I regretted it. I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I mean it,” She watches his shoes as he paces before her. Once his feet cease moving, the sweat begins rolling down her forehead. His hand approaches her face and lifts her chin to look him in his eyes.

“Stand up,” he orders and she does, his hand still on her chin “Watch me very closely.” She swallows heavily as Alastor pulls out the contract that states his new ownership of her soul. He doesn’t even bother to unravel it before throwing the paper in the fireplace. Voe blinks back tears as they both watch the paper burn into nothing but ash. She cannot stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks as she looks at the Overlord before her.

“But Alastor-“

“I may have spoken rashly while overcome with emotion. I took the time you were gone to reconsider my statements and where you stand in my….heart” He states, “You seem genuinely penitent of your actions and recognize them as the mistakes they were, and I came to this conclusion.” He turns to face her “You are flawed, and you are beautiful.”

“So does that mean I’m-?”

“Forgiven. Indeed it does.” Voe fought the urge to rush the red demon with physical affection, and as if he could read her mind he spoke again. “You may embrace me if you like.”

She rushes him with a hug that Alastor was only mildly prepared for, jerking at the amount of force his body was hit with. Once over the initial shock, however, Alastor dissipates his cane and wraps one of his arms around his doe, using the other hand to stroke her hair.

“Thank you,” she speaks into his chest, rubbing her face into it.

“You’re welcome. Did you mean those things you said to Vox about me?” She blushes and looks up at him with a shy smile, nodding. “Well, then you wouldn’t mind helping me clean up that fiasco you unwittingly caused. I do still have a reputation to uphold.”

“Um, okay. How?”

“Figure something out, my dear!”

She stops to think for a few moments, digging deep down into her brain “Maybe we could lean into it?”

“Explain.”

“Maybe…we could be a thing?”

Alastor raises his brow in confusion “I cannot court someone I am not in love with.”

“We wouldn’t be ‘dating’, we’d be…partners.”

“Partners?”

“Yeah, we’re closely involved with one another. But I wouldn’t be your ‘girlfriend’” She rolls her eyes at the thought. 

“What’s the difference between that and a friendship?”

“There are rules, or well commitments that each party has to follow up on to keep this a partnership. You can’t just go off all willy-nilly. Well I guess you can if you want to” she laughs “It can be as chaotic as you like.”

Alastor tilts his head “That sounds confusing.”

She doesn’t miss a beat with her mischievous smile “So are we.” Alastor takes a moment to consider her words “Listen we both know you have…feelings for me and I have…feelings for you. We might as well embrace the inevitable. It was bound to happen anyway. “

He stands in front of her thinking about it, debating on if this is good for him and his image. 

“To lay down some rules then.” He sits down and crosses his legs “From this moment forward, you are not to bless anyone else with your…company. “

“What? What am I supposed to do when it’s not mating season?” She stepped forward “I can’t just wait to have sex for a few months every year!”

“While I normally do not crave sexual intimacy, I am perfectly content with fulfilling your needs. Besides, there are other things outside of penetration, my dear.” His smile turns into a smirk

“Okay.. well what else?”

“You are allowed to continue to touch me..with the exchange of you no longer touching others.”

“In what way?”

“Intimately or sexually of course. I’m not a monster.”

She smirks back at him “Ha. You and I both know that you are.” She leans on the wall “Tell me the rest.”

“Only a few more.” He closes his eyes while gesturing with his hands “I will not engage in public displays of affection. And lastly, I do enjoy kissing you, so that will continue.” He lays his hands back down on his knees “That is all.”

Voe crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one side “Can I sit on your lap?”

“Yes.” He speaks factually while uncrossing his legs

She approaches and takes a seat on him. “Okay…so some rules for you..” she thinks “No calling me by my given name in front of people. When you speak to me, no radio filter, and take pictures with me. If I ask you to spend time with me, then you do. Lastly, I would like you to touch me more.”

“How would you like me to touch you?”

“Any way. Just not rough, keep that in the bedroom. I’m soft.” She places her hands on her stomach. 

Alastor uses his sharp fingers to climb up her back. “Is that all?” he asks, his voice devoid of filter

“Um, call me a good girl.”

Alastor chuckles deeply “You and I both know that you’re not,” grinning smugly

“Just call me one!”

“Fair enough.” He puts his hand on her shoulder and smiles, staring into her eyes. 

“No contracts?”

He breathes deeply “None.”

They look at each other with understanding, grabbing each other’s hands. 

“Deal.”

Alastor gently grabs Vera’s face and rubs his nose against hers, which she happily reciprocates.

THE END...

(just because! lol)

#headcanon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #hazbin hotel oc #original character #black oc #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel fanfiction #radio demon #alastor #original female character #oc fanfiction #black protagonist #black writers #hazbin the vees #hazbin lucifer #hazbin velvette #hazbin vox #original character fanfic #I love these two so much #I ain’t done with them yet ;)

[beegalactica]

HOT GIRLS ARE CONSCIOUS.

I haven't been on Tumblr in about 3 months (life has been busy), and when I finally decided to check back in today, I kept seeing the same thing over and over again, so I am here to dispel some myths.

If you have seen any of my posts, you will know the issues I have with traditional TikTok-y trendy 'glow-up' advice, but today I realised how much of it is just a ploy to get us to spend tons of money on things we CAN live without. I think we all need to be more CONSCIOUS: conscious of what we can realistically afford and implement into our daily lives.

For example, in a typical 'glow-up' advice post, tiktok or youtube video, they recommend these super unrealistic routines that include a full skincare routine of every type of cream you could ever imagine, and an incredibly detailed list that lays out how you need to spend every 10 minutes of your day in order to achieve this perfect form.

It's all hear-say.

Don't get roped into thinking that you need those brand new clothes, or you need those skincare items to be your best self. The idea of turning your 'glow-up' into a sustainable part of your life is to do things you can manage to do over and over again. The secret to glowing up permanently is having a routine that keeps you happy and healthy. Instead of buying a full shelf of skincare all in one go, get 1 or 2 items with positive reviews to start. You don't need to throw out your whole wardrobe and sell your soul to TEMU just to look aesthetic; use what you have. Rather than making short term impulsive purchases, treat every part of your life as an investment.

Especially when it comes to clothing, being someone who has lost weight and no longer fits into all their old clothes, instead of throwing everything out and starting from scratch, I bought a little amazon sewing kit with a couple of needles and different types of thread and started cutting and sewing my way to a better wardrobe. (Even TODAY, I turned an old pair of jeans that I never wear into a cute miniskirt all from a 5 minute YouTube tutorial.) If sewing isn't your thing, you can try using some hemming tape and an iron, fabric glue, or whatever you can. Be conscious of the things you buy and how often you buy them.

I know lots of people like thrifting, and you can thrift online with apps like Vinted, which I personally use and love, if you don't have access to massive thrift stores like they do in America (I'm totally not jealous at all 🙄🙄; I live in the UK and the closest things I have near me are charity shops but there's a sort of stigma around shopping in them but honestly who cares what others think).

When you shop for clothes, look for timeless and versatile pieces you can mix and match, layer and style with lots of different things, allowing you to wear them well. Try to find good staple pieces, that will make the basis of your wardrobe. Be an outfit repeater. Do not blindly follow trends; take the time to curate and explore to find your style. Make a massive Pinterest board of everything you think looks good, and start to make a list of common items of clothing and accessories you save the most; these will be your staples. Don't feel like you have to stick strictly to one aesthetic; my wardrobe ranges from 'fairycore' maxi skirts to y2k denim skirts, but what matters is that I am mindful of whether I will use the things I want to buy.

Of course, feel free to treat yourself, you 100% deserve it, but don't get sucked into the idea that your self worth is determined but WHAT you have; instead it should be how you FEEL in what you have.

I like to see my blog as a little notebook of things I wish I could have told my younger self, and things I want to remind my future self, and I feel like it would be a disservice to not talk about the oversaturation of our feeds with infinite products, to the point where everything feels like an AD.

Moral of the story: don't just take everything you see online at face value. Don't get trapped in extensive consumerism; it's bad for your bank account, it's bad for the environment and it's bad for your mental health.

Also here's my Pinterest if you want to have a peek around <3 Pinterest

#lifeblr #self improvement #becoming that girl #girlblogger #girlblogging #it girl #self care #that girl #consumerism #thrifting #sustainability #sewing #think before you buy #there's enough to go around for everyone

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (16)

It happened in an instant.

Yuu woke up in a coffin, gasping in desperation and fear. The darkness swallowed him whole, rendering him unable to see.

Escaping that coffin when it was set ablaze by a cat-like monster marked the first adventure for Yuu.

Yuu's first reaction to this new world was like a child setting his gaze upon a brightly lit Christmas tree, eyes sparkling with bright lights and stars.

It was wonderful, colorful, and out of this world. It was like a dream.

His limbs trembled when he stepped into the new world, hands lifted before his eyes as though to question if everything was real.

And it was real. What Yuu felt and experienced was enough to tell that it's all real, and that was enough for him for wanting to stay even though it was just an abandoned ramshackle dorm, far from the luxury he had ever known.

He felt alive as magic burst like fireworks and danced to a rhythm his new friends orchestrated. Even if Yuu was magicless, he was happy all the same.

While it's true that his new life was sometimes faced with foes, obstacles, and antics caused by his friends, he didn't mind it at all. This is what he thought normal life should be like.

The pain that was inflicted on him, he cherished those as well. Perhaps it's strange to keep them as a reminder for most people, but for Yuu, it's not.

Maybe it's borderline crazy or just some weird coping mechanism.

Even if at some points he was asked by his friends about it, Yuu, whose being had been exposed as an anomaly for being magicless and from another world, could only smile.

Let it be his only secret.

Call him a weirdo, call him any other unusual names so hurtful and all Yuu could do is laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.

And Grim, beloved Grim. Naughty and spoiled, he truly cherished his furry companion. The warmth he emitted and the annoying yet endearing personality.

It can be said that he made Yuu's life even better than before.

What Yuu experienced here was something that he yearned for but could never say out loud. It's not that he didn't have the freedom to do so. It was just the weight of his words was so burdensome.

He let his same wish go out with a puff to every birthday candle snuffed, watched as his hope grew and perished and began anew. The small piece of cake in his mouth tasted bland every year he forced himself to eat.

It was only now that his wish had been heard and granted and he wanted to stay here for eternity where he could live without being scared and weak.

He wanted to have fun every day. He wanted to laugh and eat food that had never been so delicious in his whole life before. He wanted to wake up in his home with Grim snuggling by his side and greet his friends with smiles without worry.

He wanted to do what he couldn't do, to try everything even if he failed miserably, to run and to dance, to explore and feel and wear the most luxurious clothes without the Swords of Damocles dropping over his head at any moment.

He wanted to cry but he had already cried enough, he wanted to smile twice as much without faking it.

He stayed and stayed… . . . …and stayed.

Until what happened during Idia's overblot and Malleus's shook his peaceful life. The seed that was left behind without any water and light burst open from its coat. The plants branched out at the tragedies unfolding before his eyes, poking deep inside his head and heart where he kept the darkness sealed.

It touched the parts Yuu wanted to hide. The dream he lived in wavered and the truth bared its fangs, glinting threateningly.

Yuu began to miss home.

He missed his family who was always by his side, through sorrow and pain, without fail. Even if he knew that they were also a bit unwilling to see him some days.

But Yuu understood. He had no choice but to do so.

Yuu knew his wish was very selfish. Maybe that's why the Blue Fairy didn't grant it at all because Yuu was hesitant in his heart. Because granting that wish meant he had to let go, never to see them again.

It's true that he wished to be happy, never to worry about a thing.

But he also wished that they could be happy too. Together or without…

For the first time in his new life, nothing felt the same anymore. Every adventure had Yuu thinking of his family.

It was not fun anymore.

And Yuu, who wished for things to stay like this forever, finally grew up. A person who used to fit with his peers like puzzles or like a Mad Hatter to Wonderland became Alice who wanted to go home.

He was out of place and out of time.

His heart kept yearning for unreachable things but the first wish was granted so what's wrong with keeping hope that another will be granted as well?

That's what Yuu did and he was back to square one.

Truly, he was a very pitiable person from the beginning.

He kept wishing and wished and wished–

–until Yuu woke up with a gasp, eyes blown wide open only to shut tightly when bright lights penetrated his vision.

A familiar scent of sterilization invaded his nose followed by a numb sensation in all limbs.

People in white coats surrounded his bed while holding certain devices that must have aided in bringing him back to life if the heart monitor that began to stabilize was any indication.

Although muddle-headed, his gaze managed to spot Grim, his beloved doll that was sewn terribly and barely resembled a cat. He was slumped next to the books filled with fairytales set on the desk next to his hospital bed.

Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, The Little Mermaid, Sleeping Beauty, and so on…

Yuu knew long ago what it meant to wake up in that coffin.

He was well aware that Twisted Wonderland is just another name for Neverland and Neverland is just another word for the afterlife, where the lost boys go and never grow up until the end of time.

He was ready to accept it but in the end…

He had made another wish and whispered it to the wishing star for the Blue Fairy to hear. A wish similar to Geppetto's yearning for a child, and in respond, Pinocchio, who was made of wood, was brought to life.

And he was indeed back to life. Back to the reality that he was reluctant to face every morning. Back to being a burden, stuck in the bed with white walls and limbs that couldn't move and senses that dulled over time as he festered in that place.

And it's all because Yuu didn't want to see his family cry over his coffin.

Yuu wanted to live even if it was painful. At least, until he's the only one left.

It was closest to a Happy Ending that Yuu could think of for a story like his, one that was truly fitting for a very selfish person.

#twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst yuu #yandere twst #everyone loves yuu #writing prompt #Sick!Yuu #Bunch Of Fairytales here but Pinocchio and Neverland Centric #Inspired by Lost Boys by Ruth B and that Dark Story ver where Neverland is actually an afterlife and Peterpan is guiding the souls. #Did You Guys Realise Something Is Wrong From The Beginning?

[tibby-art]

lol i'd love to see chau martyn nerding out about watchers. infodumping all over the place, eagerly writing down grian's personal experiences and point of view, pulling up articles and photos of ancient fossils, epigraphs and artifacts, etc.

finally being able to see a watcher, in the flesh, whose existence you've been researching and defending for years, and go on wild rants about it in person would be so refreshing, i imagine. and on top of that, you get to aid the watcher, and get more details about them. augh.

i wonder what the forum site would look like. i'm visualizing a crusty 2000s lookin one. gifs and low quality pngs.

i can't imagine how hard it'd be to keep grian's existence a secret from the other forum members, too. the fixation. the urge to infodump. it is strong.

yes totally!! he literally would know watcher lore better than anybody, even the nho. Maybe some stuff he believed about the watchers turns out to not be true, since his sources are a lot of dusty, borderline-fictional library books and small internet forums, but overall he and Grian would learn a Lot.

The urge to infodump on the forums would be strong, I think Martyn is pretty smart though and I think he recognizes just how rare it is to meet a Watcher and therefore how important it is to keep Grian’s secret, or it could jeopardize everything

#i think martyn would be super into being The Info Guy too #asks #convexian hitman au

[wakacreations]

Zevlor's Bizzare Cocoa Adventure (Ch. 1)

@falcatamandarina Here's a little treat for you. <3

Word Count: 1610

Summary:

Tav gifted Zevlor a box of chocolates. The last of the chocolates were eaten and the last chocolate review was sent. Now, how will Zevlor return his thanks? With a box of chocolates of course!

“That is the last of the letters” as Zevlor neatly folded and sealed the letter. When he took upon the task of being Tav’s chocolate reviewer, the thought never occurred that his eating habits would lead to such affairs. “I’ll have to thank Tilses for divulging such information.” Zevlor thought as he leaned back in his chair. A whole month worth of letters in exchange for a box of thirty chocolates. Each review slowly came attached with a memory of his youth. At some point he wrote, 

“You know, Tav the white chocolate orange reminds me of the orange sherbet of Elturel. Maybe it is the sweltering weather of Baldur’s Gate and the taste of orange on my tongue. This is a Hellriders’ secret but we secretly took shifts to watch for our superiors and snuck off to go purchase some. I was always the lookout, of course best believe we needed one person that had absolute deniability. I had grown used to the rough punishment of our superiors but what was another verbal lashing and physical torment to a Hellrider? If you ever come across some orange sherbet on your journey, do give it a try. It is quite refreshing and perfect for such a warm day.”

He himself often questioned if his letters were long winded ramblings of an old man. Maybe Tav would get bored of his mundane updates into his life he lives now in Baldur’s Gate. It would be different if he were still a hellrider. A man of valor, of duty and purpose. He had spent his life more outside the city’s borders on patrol than within its walls as he climbed their ranks. He was out and about settling skirmishes at the borders with monsters. In his later years, slaying hordes of undead that besieged his people and home. Then the fall occurred then everything… Tav surely understands his yearning for a peaceful existence but as an adventurer at heart as they were, would grow tired of such a life in contrast.

Zevlor stared up longingly at the ceiling, their tail swishing idly sweeping at the floor. Even if that is the case, their correspondence proves one thing… they will return to Baldur’s Gate. “Now, what shall I give back to them in return? I suppose if one gives chocolates, they would expect some in return.” as he stretched his legs. “They can’t be no ordinary chocolates. Maybe truffle perhaps. Such an old sentimental fool his old Hellriders would have jabbed at him.” A warm chuckle escaped him. His hands resting on his thighs as he raised out of his chair, his knees gave a slick crack. “Old, old indeed.” Zevlor sighed.

The shopping venture in Baldur’s Gate proved unfruitful. To his surprise, even the upper districts came up empty handed. Maybe it is due to the upper classes having such sweets directly shipped to their homes instead of visitings shops. Unlikely but the fact of the matter is there are no chocolates to be had or of any kinds. He did hear about some issues of goods traversing from the Underdark. Something about caravans being attacked more frequently. Though, that was just the nature of working in the Underdark. In any case, he found himself at the entrance of Sorcerous Sundries. While Rolan and himself shared few conversations during their travels from Elturel to Emerald Grove, they often found themselves awake at the same hours keeping watch over the others.

There be no need for conversation between the two of them. A simple nod of acknowledgement was enough words. “You are up with your own thoughts as well? The same as always, my friend. I’ll be here should you need anything.” The same silent conversation they held every night. Rolan kept up with his wizardry studies late till dawn. Zevlor meticulously checked the perimeter of the grove. He took note of any need for further fortifications and supplies for the next coming days. “It may be due for him to have some different reading material.” Zevlor thought as he peered at Rolan clutching a tattered spellbook, Evocations: The Basics of Elemental Spellcasting.

“I do not know how useful these books would be towards your studies but it is some new reading material regardless.” as he handed Rolan the small stack. “This is what I found during my patrol. If I come across any spell scrolls you’ll be the first to hear of them.” The younger tiefling stared wide-eyed as a smile slowly crossed their face. “Should you need anything, you know where to find me” Zevlor turned back towards the front gate. He was halfway towards the gate before, “Parchment, if you can find some.” called Rolan. “Thank you, Zevlor!” With a wave of goodbye, Zevlor returns to patrol once more.

There is a sort of pride to be had when you see your own flourishing. The young wizard, now the Master of Ramazith Tower. Lia, the up-and-coming sharpshooter of the flaming fist was working the desk. Cal, running an orphanage at Lakrissa’s and Alfira’s Bard school was scurrying around restocking shelves. To think just a moment before they were all huddled together near a campfire. “Zevlor! What brings you in? Up for another round against the flaming fist recruits? They have been very adamant this time they can best you” Lia grinned at the paladin. “Maybe some other time, Lia. Is Rolan in perchance?” The older tiefling scanned the many faces moving through the shop. “Oh, he’s in his study. I can go grab him if you need.” Cal said while moving boxes of scrolls. “That won’t be necessary, Cal but thank you.” Zevlor made his way up the tower’s staircase. “What do you think he’s really here for?” Cal glanced at his sister. “Knowing Zevlor… If it’s not working with the fist or helping with the shop, then there is a chocolate shortage.” Lia let out a yawn.

The Master of Ramazith Tower was busy penning down his findings. His time at the grove proved fruitful as a perfect environment for experimentation. There were wide open spaces where Rolan could perform spells and need not worry for whatever destruction was made. Colour Spray was the first spell he ever perfected be it in Avernus of all places. To Cal's insistence, he was able to change the color to blue. Rolan grimaced at the thought of the accidental fires it sparked in doing so and the scoldings from Lia. The second spell he perfected was Thunderwave after Goblins attacks became more frequent. He later perfected Magic Missile and Mage Armour thanks to the materials Zevlor procured for him. Though he himself questioned if Zevlor knew when he gave him A Pleasurable Deal, the contents of the book. He gave him the benefit of the doubt, he probably didn’t. Rolan immediately tossed the book after skimming through. He did not say a word when he saw the book at Dammon’s tent and later his new workshop. “How was the Hellrider doing?” he thought as he continued to write. A knocked at the door. 

“You may enter. I am surprised you finally used some manners, Cal.” said the wizard not looking up from his writing. “Those long nights studying at the grove were worth it wouldn’t you say?” The wizard paused his quill ears perking up. “I am glad to see you are doing quite well for yourself. Do you prefer to be called Master Rolan or are we still on a first name basis?” as the Hellrider wandered to the shelves of the study. “First names as always, Zevlor. It is not often you come into the study.” Rolan watched the older tiefling skim the bindings of the books. He plucked a book off the shelves. “I remember you always had this book (Evocations: The Basics of Elemental Spellcasting) on hand. I am surprised it made it all the way to Baldur’s Gate. I can have it mended, you know.” Zevlor took his seat in front of Rolan. He carefully examined the tattered book.

“A kind gesture but that won’t be necessary. What is it you need, old friend?” Rolan took a sip of his tea. “Please, what’s mine is yours. If there is anything you need I can secure it for you.” The paladin let out a sigh. “As you know there seems to be a shortage of chocolate in Baldur’s Gate.” Rolan chuckled into his cup. “There seems to be so indeed. If anything I would have assumed you were the cause, Zevlor.” A flush began to creepy up their face, tail irritatedly flicked about. “Worry not, I have already looked into the matter. I have a colleague from the Society of Brilliance that will have you sorted. Seek for someone named Blurg or Omeluum.” Rolan sat down his tea and began scribbling down the address.

“Though, do spare me a crate if you could kindly. The children under Cal’s care are expecting some pastries from me.” He handed him the note. “If you need anything else do let I, Cal or Lia know. It’s the least we could do for what you’ve done for us.” Rolan gave a warm smile. “Thank you, Rolan and I’ll see to it that the children are not disappointed then.” Zevlor rose out of his chair, and sat down Rolan’s book on the desk. The wizard waved the man off as he closed the door behind him. As he left the entrance of Sorcerous Sundries he heard, “Bye Grandad!” from Cal and “Make sure you come to training next time, ya!” called Lia over his shoulder. He made his way to the Society of Brilliance.

#bg3 #bg3fanart #baldursgate #bg3 art #my fanart #fanart #art #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate fanart #digitalart #zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor fanart #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #tiefling #zevlor bg3

[whumpy-wyrms]

I LOVEEEE ART

#okok #i drew something i am soooo insanely proud of #NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT AT ALLLLL #maybe i will reblog it on here. idk #i’m super proud of it i need everyone to SEEE IITTTTT #and honestly do i Really care about people here knowing my main art account? i’m not sure anymore #like idk telling everyone irl about my silas and aspen ocs really just made me think and. huh #what’s the point in keeping everything a secret #like whump ain’t even weird it’s just horror who cares if people know abt this account right #unless i’m wrong and like idk #what am i talking about i have no idea i just spent the last six hours drawing something reeallllyy cool #maybe i’ll reblog it here cuz like also #i have more mutuals here. i have more friends here and im more active here #what even is a main #anyway it’s furry art if that changes anything #🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇 #BATS <3 #anyway ITS ALMOST 1AM????? FUCK?????? #wyrms says stuff #i reblogged it on Aspen’s blog so it’s there if anyone wants to see :3 #oh yeah @dead-aspen-tree don’t follow it cuz it’s mainly cringe /j #it’s cool art i am very proud of it haha #anyway gn tumblr im eepy

[herearedragons]

tag the oc that's most likely to get stuck in a time loop and what kind of time loop it would be

#I feel like Kyana has time loop potential but idk what the exact loop would be #maybe the loop is the entirety of DAO and she keeps getting companions killed/locked into their Bad Endings #and the loop only stops when she manages to get them all to survive the Blight #something something she needs to learn to be a good leader and care about others #unsuccessful loops reset via the archdemon killing her (even if the dark ritual was performed) #Selene gets the classic 'your love interest keeps dying and you try to stop it' time loop #to escape the loop she must Let It Happen (and then it turns out it's fine and everyone survives) #Secret gives me the vibe of someone who knows they're in a time loop but has given up on trying to solve it #she's just going through it. trying everything. keeping herself entertained. trying to stay sane #sometimes she clues Varric in on the looping. sometimes she doesn't #actually maybe her time loop rule is that someone else has to save her from it. nothing she does by herself will work #idk what the exact reset point would be #I'm thinking the Arishok fight maybe. or Meredith #I don't think it would go as far as the Fade #also. after writing Homecoming I did have the thought of a time loop story #with Dorian as the one being trapped and trying to prevent Neil from dying/becoming possessed #maybe in his case he's not really trapped. he can stop anytime he wants but he keeps choosing to go back #the reset point is something Solas-related maybe #herearedragons meta #oc: kyana amell #oc: watcher selene #oc: secret hawke #oc: neilar lavellan #oh. actually. Aqun would be pretty fun to put in a time loop #that runs over some part of DAI and/or Trespasser #Adina is his time loop buddy (the person he usually tells about the loop because she immediately believes him) #idk what his reset/escape condition would be though #maybe in his case it's something purely mechanical #like there's no lesson to be learned it's just a magical anomaly he's trapped on #and on a meta level the 'lesson' is accepting that not everything has a Purpose or a Reason

[sysig]

Let me chew you out a little, since we have a couple minutes (Patreon)

[Panel 1] Prismo: *mumble* *mumble*

[Panel 2] Prismo: *mumble*

[Panel 3] Simon: Hmph. “Just because it’s in your head-”

[Panel 4] Simon: “-Doesn’t mean it’s yours,” huh?

[Panel 5] Simon: Give me all the responsibility with none of the privileges?

[Panel 6] Simon: And then you get mad at me for trying to pick up your slack? Prismo: Hey...

[Panel 7] Simon: Clearly you already expect that much from me!

[Panel 8] Prismo: Hey, hey! I did the best with what I had! I didn’t expect any of this!

[Panel 9] Simon: And yet you didn’t even consider telling me, so we could’ve avoided this?

[Panel 10] Prismo: It’s not like I could’ve just- taken it out! I was locked out!

[Panel 11] Simon: You could’ve done something!

[Panel 12] Simon: Instead you let my life spiral around this thing, kept me tethered to Ice King’s Madness-

[Panel 13] Prismo: Fionna and Cake are real thou- Simon: NOW you tell me! After I find out for myself!

#Doodles #Adventure Time #Fionna and Cake #Simon Petrikov #Prismo #They have like two minutes where they're alone together that aren't directly shown onscreen: Allow me to insert some ideas lol #As long as Simon isn't so faded that he can't work the nerve up I Absolutely think he'd get mad at Prismo for all this #Not like he didn't just come back from a terrible experience trying to work around his terrible dregs! He's very miserable! #Honestly I think the anger would be good for him lol #He's had to live like this for years! Under Ice King's shadow for something that wasn't his doing! #And he knows Prismo - he met him - they talked - but not about this #And I mean I honestly don't blame Prismo - with everything going on and his own depression spiral he had a few things on his mind #It's in a bad way for everyone #That said he is a Wish Master he really could've told Simon at any point even if he couldn't take his little pet project out of him lol #Then again again what Was he supposed to do lol #As much as I would trust Simon to keep a secret I don't think either of them could've expected Simon trying to summon Golb to do this #Obviously it /did/ happen that way but could either of them have guessed?? I don't think so #''Don't go summoning your ex-'' ''She's not my ex >:('' '''Cause there's an illicit universe in your head and you might summon that instead' #Like what no I don't think Prismo could've just - guessed that! Lol #He did leave Simon out to dry vis a vis Ice King and Fionna and Cake tho which was Not cool and he Could've done something about that #Although I can also see Simon snapping and telling someone that it wasn't his own stories - there's no winning! #But that's what makes the argument fun haha #Man they're both fun to draw ♪ Simon in that dress and Prismo's tiiiiired tired eyes haha ♫ #It was shortlived but they have a fun dynamic :D Simon speaks so deadpan and sarcastic with Prismo haha <3 It's quite cute honestly

[monotone-artist]

when there is an. owl character. does a silly dance

[id: sketch of a young sonic the hedgehog and longclaw the owl. the sketch is cropped so only longclaw's head is in view. sonic is laying on top of longclaw's head, his arms stretched out as he dramatically groans over something. longclaw, used to his antics, just looks slightly amused. end id]

#monotoneart #longclaw u may have a total five minutes of screentime but i love you anyway #im kinda taking this completely separate from the movies? like more in line w the main games' canon #so ig this is technically an au?? #except she's still dead and maybeee murdered #the way ive been viewing her is that yeah she's a little overprotective / overbearing #but not rlly strict about keeping his speed a secret #from what im reading in the wiki sonic was born on christmas island and at some point he left? #so im choosing to believe he grew up with longclaw. she died somehow. and then he left #BUT I DIGRESS i love owls and i love owl characters!!! #though i dont draw owls (or birds) very often so this has been. an Experience #i keep drawing everything like a slugcat...

[katyspersonal]

#personal #internets #at this rate I've unfollowed both of the kinda.. 'controvercial' blogs I've been following #since there was a good chunk of actually good takes about how bad media is now and society and braindead internet 'activists' that- #-had it too good in their western countries and NEEDED to invent the reason to bully and excile people #could honestly resonate with it despite some other posts causing genuine pain. but mostly about terribly handled media #like you know that thing when corporations do terrible ass rep to pretend that they care for minorities #or artificially fabricate online backlash against their new actors to show investors that people show interest for their product because- #-of all the clicks on their article? #like discussion of this kind sorta keeps me sober #as a person with BPD I get contaminated by opinions VERY easily and as an autist I will believe everything if it is put together 'logically #that's why I HAVE to be exposed to every possible opinion so I am forced to make out my own rather than being swayed anywhere #but at this point those blog became kinda.. bad? like they don't just have 'opinions' but they hate just to hate #but now my dashboard and recs are full of exclusively things I can fully agree with and I am scared that it will rot my brain #like.. emotions are always the same. where is the 'wait WHAT' effect? where is anger? where is self-reflection? #but ALSO I realized that 'those' blogs are no better than those western 'warriors' I despise and they become narrow-minded too in the end #they advertise themselves as 'open to debate' only to always sway debate into trying to win and not into actually discovering the truth #I cannot trust any side because they're all narrow-minded and hostile but I cannot trust people without any side because- #-they're fence-sitters without morals that side with the winner #is there a secret third thing? like is there a way to not take a side but to still HAVE ideals and opinions? #my problem is that if I am not exposed to people that trash everything I value I forget why AM I valuing [a thing] to BEGIN with #and that won't do will it

[lesbianjodie]

Anyway hallucinating an entire arc where Conan and Ran have to stay with Eri for a while and Eri just clocks Shinichi so fast. Either that or he needs help trying to convince her that he is not, in fact, Shinichi SOMEHOW but anyway Eri would be so aware of Conan's fucked up little errands and machinations I bet she would figure out he was the sleeping Kogoro all along if it lasted long enough. And then he would have to explain. I am going insane about it also.

#IMAGINE THOUGH #imagine it shinichi was forced to tell eri everything and they formed that sort of quiet mutual understanding to keep it all a secret #in order to protect ran #imagine if that was how eri got pulled into the grander scheme of things #imagine if she started looking out for the bo as well unconsciously. and just popped up in their radar or something #bonus points if it's kir or vermouth for the gays like #w kir we can have her just drop by or somehow intervene via fbi to keep her from bringing more attention onto herself #and w vermouth we can have her just keeping an eye on her. maybe they'll kiss #we all know vermouth likes kissing milfs on the lips at this point anyway #ALSO eri's disappointment when she sees that kogoro was in fact the one solving all those crimes. her world in shambles #like she's clearly been hanging onto that newfound apparent genius of his husband's to sort of convince herself that he can change #or something #anyway her world would kinda get knocked off its axis a little innit #maybe she would spiral a little about it even 😳 #and what if vermouth ended up covering for eri 😳 for ran #but I digress #my point is I want to kiss eri on the lips #dcmk #detective conan #edogawa conan #kudou shinichi #kisaki eri #mouri ran #mouri kogoro #I was gonna say I am no longer normal about eri but the truth is I never was

[sucrose-soymilk]

hadn’t really regressed in a While and i didn’t realize how much i missed/dareisay needed it until i had the free time and ability to do so over the last few days and i have to say. i’m feeling a bit better

#imagine that! the coping mechanism… helps!!! wow #Seven’s Small Thoughts #not tagging this as anything else bc this blog is really just a not-so-secret public diary #and im not really trying to gain any sort of following or participate in the community very much #i just wanna talk to the void abt regression every once in a blue moon y’know #i also feel like i don’t really belong in the community much/am not a Good Example of sfw agere since i’m very n/ s/ f/ w everywhere else #which is a double standard that i don’t hold others to but i feel like others will hold it against me??? and i’m just shy anyways #and not looking to interact. just wanna keep all this stuff tucked away in a side-blog #i also feel like a lot of the community likes to blog while actively regressed and i don’t wanna step in there as someone who isn’t #nothing wrong with it! at all! i just don’t have the capacity to since i go nonverbal when i regress. no thoughts head blissfully empty #anyways this wasn’t supposed to be a vent post let’s change the topic! #anywhooo what else did i come on here to say. oh yeah #i lowkey forgot how much regressing has helped me in the past until i was able to really indulge myself in it again recently #it’s so nice to just be small and hand someone else the reins and forget abt everything other than doing something you enjoy #maybe one day i’ll be at a point in my life where i can fully regress more freely and more often but for now i’ll take what i can get #i’m also excited because i’ve been thinking abt ordering a paci from this one specific seller #and yesterday saw that they’re dropping a new batch of fall/halloween themed ones today!!! #so now i’ve gotta make myself stay awake until 6pm so i can jump on it when they’re available #which is a small struggle considering my nocturnal sleep schedule but i will do it nonetheless #that crescent moon patterned one Will Be Mine #trying to decide between buttercup yellow and schoolbus yellow for the clip #i think i’m more drawn to the vibrancy of the schoolbus yellow honestly #eeeeeee i’m excited i’ve been wanting to treat myself to ordering from this shop for a g e s and im finally gonna do it

[moe-broey]

Man it truly sucks that like. The dude who did Planet of the Bass is a piece of shit LMFAO cause like. I feel like the DJ Crazy Times outfits PERFECTLY captured Moe's fashion sense and doodling those outfits spurred on A Bunch of ideas and I was having a lot of fun and even like an epiphany that spurred on a separate deeply self-indulgent project/concept (complete opposite end of the spectrum of indulgence) and then I find out ohhhhh. You weren't Just making fun of the fashion of the times and like, how it feels when you can't process shit so everything sounds a bit funny, and also just like how early 2000s music Is Sometimes (DEEPLY feel the song itself is SO DDR core ESP like... how it's just a bunch of vague jumbled concepts that's catchy AS FUCK) -- you're also a grown ass man still weirdly fixated on your autistic classmate you had in 3rd grade or some shit (have not looked at the vids myself and don't wish to, but from what I've heard it's essentially that).

(Further clarification -- he's making fun of autistic kids who had like, very typical and understandable Needs to accommodate being autistic in a classroom. As a grown adult. Like why are you even still thinking about this LMFAOOO move on, grow up LMFAOOO)

#is this how it feels when you realize ohh they were laughing At Me not with me #cause like growing up i was either passably likable enough that i escaped that OR i was too autistic to notice if it did happen #OR secret third option people were scared of me. #so like i was immune to bullying actually. could not effect me in a way that mattered #also i'm just trusting that word has spread enough that you already have the context. i'm not putting that shit on my blog LMFAOOO #THAT'S LIKE. one of my blog rules. i like to keep it as free from societal horrors and ills and prejudice as possible. #anyway. idk what i'm gonna do now actually. bc i still really had fun drawing/it really captured something in moe's characterization #PLUS it captured something SO significant about its dynamic w sharena as well actually #like yeah it was gonna be a shitpost but it was also a launching off point that like cracked by brain wide open #also i still think the song is SO good. it's SO funny it's so DDR core it's like a masterpiece. to me. #like is this a fnaf case where upon finding out scott bitchboy was quietly donating his profits to anti-lgbt orgs #where i so badly (esp when i was younger) was hoping he was one of the actually good christians who Aren't weirdo freaks about gay people #and upon finding all that out i just blacklisted everything to do w fnaf. but also acknowledging that was easy enough for me #cause it wasn't like a Huge interest of mine it was just something kind of fun that i liked from afar #or do i somehow like. carry on? like esp if the dude isn't profiting from me being autistic LMFAOO #is it possible to just. know and accept that he's a piece of shit weirdo take what i liked/inspired me and leave. #well. in any case. for now i'm keeping the dj crazy times stuff i rb'd on my moecore blog for reference #but depending on the consensus (i would deeply appreciate hearing others thoughts on this if anyone has any) #i may just wipe it clean and scrap the shitposts. i mean. i have other projects i wanna work on anyway LMFAO