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youranemicvampire · 1 year

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Week 6: Favorite WLW movies / shows

15-week Sapphic challenge

PS: I didn’t include shows or movies that have sapphics as side characters or side storylines with little screentime

Shows

Orange Is The New Black (2013-2019)

Torrent :)

Not only the best WLW show, but it’s one of the best shows of all genre and all time. I mean, they are the reason that Netflix became successful (Ungrateful MFs). If you haven’t watched it yet, you’re missing a lot, i swear. I’m not exaggerating when i say this show changed me and made me grow as a person.

A League Of Their Own (2022-)

Prime Video

It’s character complexities, queer majority, diversity, intersectional stories, heart and sense of humor reminds me a lot of Orange is the new black so if you like the latter, watch this and vise versa. + Women in sports, duh!

The Sex Lives Of College Girls (2021-)

HBO Max

Mean (but not really a bad person u know) lesbian lead, let’s go! This show is f*cking hilarious like you won’t just love the show for the lesbian representation, but all of the leads! It’s more than its title!

Dickinson (2019-2021)

Apple TV

Haven’t finished it yet, but it’s already on my top 5. Not every show can pull off a modern interpretation of period pieces. And thank you, Apple TV for letting the show wrap up in the middle of lesbian cancellations. Thank you for the bare minimum.

Gentlemen Jack (2019-2022)

HBO

Haven’t watched the show yet, but I KNOW, i know it would be one of my favorites. I love badass lesbian historical figures especially when they are gender-nonconforming

Movies

But I’m a Cheerleader (1999)

Hulu

Classic. Historical. I think this is the 1st lesbian movie i’ve watched after i came out? It also helped me became more aware of my compulsory heterosexuality.

Ang Huling Cha-Cha ni Anita / Anita’s Last Cha-Cha (2013)

Juanflix (DM me if you’re outside Philippines)

Unfortunately, only few people know about this movie, but it’s really one of the best WLW movies in the Philippines AND in the world. And just so you know, the older woman and the girl didn’t have any weird romantic or sexual relationship, this is just all about the lesbian girl’s first childhood crush. A very wholesome story!

Rafiki (2019)

Hulu

This is not hyped enough and we all know the reason why. :) Very beautiful film with amazing cinematography, chemistry and soundtrack. It’s banned in Kenya so make sure to support this movie.

TRIGGER WARNING: Blatant and violent Homophobia scene near the end

NECESSARY SPOILER: It has a good ending so don’t worry

Saving Face (2004)

Prime Video or Apple TV

Cutest WLW movie ever! It felt very warm the whole time i’m watching it. Another Sapphic classic and Lesbian 101 for baby gays.

Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019)

Hulu

A masterpiece and a great take on Female gaze. Art and Lesbianism really are partners.

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artistaforever · 2 months

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#loisa andalio #angel aquino #shaina magdayao #userthing #filipino #filipino fc #asiancentral #filipina #femalestunning #wonderfulwomendaily #kapamilya #kapamilya actress #december 2023

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cedrickjuans · 1 year

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DIRTY LINEN (2023-) Main Cast Promo Posters

#dirty linen #*pinoy pride #pinoysource #janine gutierrez #zanjoe marudo #joel torre #john arcilla #angel aquino #tessie tomas #janice de belen #epy quizon #jennica garcia #christian bables #francine diaz #xyriel manabat #seth fedelin #raven rigor #jc santos

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aces-and-angels · 1 year

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day 7: wildcard; alternative book cover @ila-appreciationweek

reference photo under the cut

#ilaw #aces-and-angels does ilaw #ilw #it lives within #it lives beneath #it lives anthology #it lives series #it lives in the woods #ilb #ilitw #playchoices #choices #jocelyn wu #lincoln aquino #lincoln mcquoid #abel flint #amalia de león #if ilw were really just a romcom lmaoo

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bkenber · 1 year

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Rachel Weisz on Playing Hester Collyer in 'The Deep Blue Sea'

Rachel Weisz on Playing Hester Collyer in ‘The Deep Blue Sea��

WRITER’S NOTE: As the opening sentence hints at, this article was written in 2012. The 2012 New York Film Critics Circle Awards were recently given out, and one of the big winners was Rachel Weisz who won the Best Actress Award for her performance in “The Deep Blue Sea.” In the film she portrays Hester Collyer, the wife of a High Court judge who ends up having a passionate affair with Royal Air…

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slrmagazine · 3 months

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Andres Aquino new collection “Magical Muse” at Couture Fashion Week

Andres Aquino new collection “Magical Muse” at Couture Fashion Week, At The Angel Orensanz Center in New York City on February 3rd, 2024. #couturefashionweek @coutureNYC @fashionmanNYC

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#Andres Aquino #Couture #Couture Fashion Show #Couture Fashion Week #Couture Fashion Week 2024 #Fashion #Magical Muse #model #New York City #New York Fashion Week #New York Fashion Week 2024 #NYFW #runway model #The Angel Orensanz Center

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choicesficwriterscreations · 5 days

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CFWC F/AotW - Apr 14 - 20, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

A Discovery ✒️| Mal Volari x F!elf!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

A Stagger in the Woods ✒️| Mal Volar x F!human!MC - @thosehallowedhalls for @storyofmychoices

Safe ✒️| Mal Volari x F!human!MC - @storyofmychoices

BLOODBOUND

Lily Spencer Fanart 🎨by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

CRIMES OF PASSION

CoP MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @mydemonsdrivealimo

Move In Day ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

My Brother's Keeper ✒️Ⓜ️| Vasili Thorne, Sebastyan Thorne - @gaiuskamilah

"One Word From You and I Would" | m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Second Languages Part 2 ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Spring's Eternal ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter for @moominofthevalley

Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨 by @/ohheyitsjulia (IG) C: @corynnellis)

Trystan Thorne x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @weetlebeetle (C: @peonierose for @jerzwriter)

THE CURSED HEART

Cursed Heart Fanart🎨| Thistle Bat by @bri1234

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

TFS MC 🎨 by @/ohheyitsjulia (OH) (C: @choiceswithmika)

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Gabe Adalhard & Cas Harlow Fanart 🎨 by @gaiuskamilah

Maybe Someday ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Gabriela Adalhard x Cassie Harlow - @livelaughlovecassie

IT LIVES ANTHOLOGY

Harper x Tom Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @lilyoffandoms for @cadybear420

Noah Marshall Fanart 🎨by @payroo

Two Birds on a Wire ✒️| Lincoln McQuoid (Aquino) x MC - @saibug1022

The Way to Rome ✒️ by @noesapphic

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Not My Birthday ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Various Characters - @aces-and-angels

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 4: Lovers & Strangers

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week ending April 20, 2024

QUEEN B

Zoey Wade Fanart🎨by @artbyalz

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Forevermore (Series) ✒️ | King Marquise (Liam) x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 5: Joy of Winter

CROSSOVERS

TFS / TRR

The Royal Romance Crew's Point of View Chapter 2 ✒️ by @choiceswithmika

TRR / Platinum / OH / CoP / TNA

Isle of Misfits (Round Robin)✒️ | Multiple Stories | Liam Rys, Leo Rys - @twinkleallnight Chapter 10: Dealing With the Paparazzi

TRR / ROE

Marabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 11: The Game of Kings 2

#choices fanfic #choices fanart #blades of light and shadow #bloodbound #crimes of passion #the cursed heart #the freshman series #immortal desires #it lives anthology #laws of attraction #nightbound #open heart #queen be #choices fic writers creations #choices stories you play #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fanart

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linkysmommy · 4 months

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No Second Chances

Pairing: Lincoln McQuoid Aquino x M!MC

Word Count: 2715

Summary: Instead of aging into dust or becoming the new anchor, Matthias McQuoid's punishment from the Power was to live out the rest of his life as a sad shadow of what he once was. // Lincoln visits his father in a retirement home.

A/N: This fic was written for my dear friend, @shionch, and features their MC, Angel Kills.

Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations

If you prefer to read the fic here on tumblr rather than AO3, please continue under the break. (Also, if anyone wants to be tagged in any It Lives fics I write in the future, let me know so I can add you to the list.)

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Lincoln leans against his motorcycle in the nursing home parking lot. His helmet is tucked under one arm and the cool evening air brushes up against his uncovered arms.

It’s been six months since he checked his father into this institution, and it’s become a weekly tradition for him and Angel to visit together after classes and work. Though he’s never said so out loud, Lincoln doesn’t want to visit his father alone. Angel knows this, so he’s always here, right at 7:00 on the dot.

Except today.

Lincoln glances at his watch and frowns. Worry tugs at his gut. Angel’s never been late before, but it’s already 7:15.

Lincoln pulls out his phone to call him, but before he can he receives an incoming call—from Angel.

Relief floods through him as he answers. “Angel? Where are you? You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Angel says, and Lincoln can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice. “My class ran a little late and I’m just leaving now. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll get there for another half hour.”

Lincoln glances at the nursing home’s ominous front doors and bites back a grimace. “Don’t worry about it, Angel. You can just head home. It’s getting late, we can visit him tomorrow.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure, love. I’ll see you at home.”

They say their goodbyes and hang up, and Lincoln swings a leg onto his motorcycle. The engine revs to life and he’s about to pull out of the parking lot, but then he hesitates. He’s visited his father every single Friday since he first checked him in here. He knows his father can’t remember much, and he knows that even if he could, he probably didn’t deserve Lincoln’s love and attention.

Still though… the thought of him eating his mashed potatoes all alone with people who don’t know or care about him twists Lincoln’s heart.

So he dismounts with a sigh and sets his helmet on the motorcycle seat before heading inside.

“I’m here for Matthias McQuoid,” he tells the receptionist at the front desk. He fills out a sign-in sheet and soon he’s walking through the halls, looking for room 104.

He recognizes it easily. Most of the other rooms have pictures or designs hanging from the door, but Matthias’s is blank, pristine, and clean. No photographs, no callbacks to his past. Just a plain white door with the golden numbers “104” shining on its surface.

Lincoln takes a moment to steel himself, and then he pushes open the door.

Matthias sits in a rocking chair in front of the TV. He doesn’t look up as Lincoln enters. The little hair he has is thin and wispy, and his skin is wrinkled and fragile. He wears a thin bathrobe that Lincoln’s sure won’t do enough to ward off the cold. He’ll have to make sure he changes into something warmer.

“Hey, Dad,” Lincoln says, shutting the door quietly behind him. Matthias’s gaze wanders away from the small TV in his room and lands on Lincoln. His eyes are empty and uncomprehending. He looks at Lincoln for a long moment before turning back to the TV.

Lincoln crosses the room and takes the chair beside Matthias.

“How are you feeling today?” he asks, his voice gentle and careful.

Matthias doesn’t respond. He usually doesn’t. Lincoln is used to it, though usually he has Angel here with him as a support for when things get too difficult.

Lincoln holds out a bag of fresh peaches. “I brought these for you. They’re from the fruit stand you love.”

Matthias’s eyes drift to the peaches. Lincoln expects he’ll just look away, but then—

“My wife used to bring these for me,” Matthias says. His voice is weak and soft from so little use, and his words slur together without his teeth, but Lincoln understands every word.

“You—you remember her?” Lincoln attempts to hide his surprise, but he can’t help himself from gaping.

Matthias slowly turns to look at him, and his lips turn upward in a vague smile.

“Of course I remember her,” he says in that soft, airy voice. “Silvia. She gave me everything I could ever want. Love, home, family, my son.”

Lincoln blinks at him. “Your… your son?”

“Yes. Lincoln… oh, he was a good boy.” Matthias’s eyes seem to clear as he looks at Lincoln. “You remind me of him, you know.”

Lincoln glances to the side out of habit, searching for Angel’s grounding gaze. But Angel isn’t here today. It’s just Lincoln and Matthias and the distant ghosts of the past.

Lincoln takes the bag of peaches and stands abruptly. “Let me cut these for you,” he says. “They’ll be easier to eat.”

His heartbeat is rapid as he moves to the small counter in his father’s room and opens the locked drawer to withdraw a dull knife. It’s been six months. Six. And not once during that time has Lincoln heard his own name come out of his father’s mouth. Matthias usually doesn’t talk, and when he does, it’s usually incoherent, nonsensical things.

Lincoln’s hands shake as he tries to cut the peaches. His hand slips—

“Damn it!” He yanks his hand back. A small, red stain glistens at the tip of his finger. He’s cut himself. Clearly the knife was sharper than he’d thought.

“Are you alright?” Matthias calls out weakly from his chair. And now Lincoln can’t help but think that this is the first time in over a decade that his father has asked him this question. Why did he decide to come here without Angel?

“I’m fine,” he manages to answer.

Lincoln wraps his finger with a paper towel, washes the knife, and carefully sets the peach slices he’d managed to cut into a paper bowl. He rejoins his father in the sitting area and hands him the bowl.

“Here,” he says.

Matthias slowly takes it from him. His eyes drop down to the peaches, and something like recognition flashes over them. “I love these peaches.”

“I know you do. I cut them for you, but still. Be careful.”

Matthias takes a small bite of one of the slices, and a small smile spreads across his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Do you know what happened to my family?”

The question is so unexpected that all Lincoln can say is “Wh— wha—?”

Matthias blinks at him, his eyelids drooping with age. “Silvia and Lincoln. I miss them.”

“I…” Lincoln trails off. What sort of response can he even give to this, anyway? He could be honest, but Matthias is too far gone for it to mean anything. He could hide the truth, but then he’d have to stomach lying about the past to spare Matthias’s feelings.

“Do you know?” Matthias asks again.

“I… I don’t know,” Lincoln says.

The half-alive spark in Mathias’s eyes fizzles, and he slouches noticeably in his chair. “I wish they would come visit. The proudest day of my life was the day I held my son in my arms. He was so small, and I could tell he had such a bright future… I wanted to give him everything I had, though I don’t think he wanted it.”

Lincoln’s hand fists in his lap and he looks away.

“And my wife… oh, she is so smart and talented and absolutely beautiful, you know. She's such a sight for sore eyes... I wish I could see her more often…"

Lincoln blinks. “You see your wife?”

“Oh, yes, indeed. Not often, not often, but she comes to visit me. But she never brings our son. Why doesn’t she bring our son? She used to say it was my fault for pushing him away… Did I push him away? My perfect boy, my Lincoln…”

Lincoln can’t stand there and listen any longer. It’s the first expression of genuine remorse he’s ever heard from his father. Matthias was always convinced he was in the right, that his decisions were final. But now, old and alone, not even able to recognize the only person visiting him every week…

Pathetic. He’s pathetic, and Lincoln’s heart sinks achingly at the sight.

Sometimes he wonders if he could have done something, if he could have rescued his father from becoming this husk of a man. He also knows it’s futile to think about. Whatever happened, happened. There is no redemption for Matthias McQuoid. Only slow, withering death.

“Yes,” Lincoln finally says, his voice soft. “You did push your son away.”

Matthias stares at him for a moment with glossy eyes, but there’s no recognition in there. Whatever emotion he’d started to show dims and dies, his wrinkled face settling into an expression of indifference.

“I’m tired.”

A flash of anger licks at Lincoln’s insides. Even as this broken version of himself, he’s still typical Matthias. The moment he’s confronted with things not going his way, he loses all interest.

Lincoln grits his teeth and swallows, looking away out the window, into gloomy night.

“Okay, I’ll let you rest,” he says quietly. There’s a tight ache in his throat, but he forces the rest of the sentence out. “See you next week.”

Matthias doesn’t respond. He simply stares, unblinking, at the far wall. Lincoln gives him one last long look before turning his back and leaving the room.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” he mutters as he starts down the hall. He shouldn’t have gone alone. He should’ve waited for Angel, or gone tomorrow, or not gone at all. Now he can’t erase the images from his mind: his father’s look of indifference, his muddled mind, his skewed perspective of what happened—

“Oof!”

He’s not looking where he’s going and he startles back as he runs into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry—” he begins, but he stops when he recognizes the long, silver hair and slender form of the person in front of him. “Angel?”

Angel’s face is twisted with concern as he takes in Lincoln’s agitated state. “Lincoln? Love, what happened?”

“It—it doesn’t matter. What are you doing here?”

Angel takes Lincoln’s hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze. “I didn’t want you to have to go through this alone. I know you told me to go home but… I didn’t listen.” Angel offers a sheepish smile, and Lincoln’s heart swells at the sight. He throws his arms around him, burying his face in Angel’s shoulder and holding him close.

Angel lets out a soft sound of surprise, but immediately drapes his arms around Lincoln and holds him close. He doesn’t say anything. He always knows exactly what Lincoln needs, and in this moment, he doesn’t need to be prodded about what happened or forced to open up. All he needs is to be held—to be reminded through the gentle warmth of affection—that he is loved and cared for. When he’s ready to talk, he will.

After a long moment of just holding onto one another, Lincoln pulls away, his hand sliding along Angel’s arms to interlace their fingers together. He lets out a gentle chuckle. “How do you always show up at the exact moment that I need you?”

“I guess it’s just my specialty.” Angel smiles at Lincoln, brushing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. “What do you say we get out of here, go get something to eat? My treat.”

“Angel. With my dad’s estate, I have more money than I could ever know what to do with. Why would I ever want you to spend money on me?”

Angel laughs, his voice soothing to Lincoln’s ears. He squeezes Lincoln’s hand and together they start down the halls of the retirement home and toward the exit. “What if I just want to treat my boyfriend to a nice dinner sometimes?”

“You have hardly any money, Angel!”

“And I know how I want to spend the money I do have.”

Lincoln huffs out a laugh as warmth spreads through his chest. The best part of all is that he knows that Angel means it. To him, being there for Lincoln, making sacrifices for him—it’s not an inconvenience at all. It’s what he wants to do.

Lincoln’s mind drifts back to his father, the sad shell of a man all alone in that room. Even in his kindest moments, he was nothing like Angel. Any kindness was offered with an expectation of something in return: for Lincoln to follow in his footsteps and become the perfect son Matthias always wished he could have been.

As he and Angel step outside and approach the motorcycle, Lincoln slows to a stop. Angel pauses and turns back to glance at Lincoln, the soft moonlight shimmering down on his silky white hair.

“Lincoln?” Angel asks. “What is it?”

“Do you… do you think that my dad ever remembers me? Or that he remembers what he did?”

Angel’s brown eyes fill with compassion and he holds a hand out to Lincoln. Lincoln takes it. “It’s possible. People suffering from memory loss can have sudden moments of lucidity. Why do you ask?”

Lincoln’s fingers tighten around Angel’s, as if that touch is the only thing that can ground him. He swallows, then takes a breath.

“There’s no rush, Lincoln,” Angel gently reminds him. “You can take however much time you need to say whatever it is you need to tell me.”

Lincoln nods, grateful, and leans against his motorcycle. A cool breeze snakes through the evening, sending a pleasant chill up his arms. He folds his arms to ward against the cold, and clears his throat before finally speaking.

“My dad… he remembered me today.”

Angels eyes go wide. “He did? Really?” But the shock almost instantly gives way to a fierce protectiveness. Angel’s eyes narrow. “What did he say to you?”

“He didn’t say anything to me. He just… talked about me.” Lincoln runs a hand through his dark hair with a sigh. “He didn’t know that I was the son he was talking about.”

“What did he say?”

“That he loved me? That he regrets pushing me away?” Lincoln’s jaw tightens, and he forces out the next words. “That I was… perfect.”

Angel lifts Lincoln’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against his skin. “I think you’re perfect too, you know,” he says. “But the difference here is that I actually do. I would never try to change who you are to fit my personal standard for perfection.”

“Yeah.” Lincoln offers Angel a tender smile. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“How did hearing those things from him make you feel?”

Lincoln sighs, and his shoulders slump. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s stupid, but hearing him say those things… it almost makes me wish that we’d had another chance.”

“Lincoln, another chance wouldn’t change anything. You know that.”

“But do I? He became like this before we had a chance to do things differently. I just can’t help but wonder—”

Angel cuts Lincoln off, pulling him by the hand and turning him so they stand face to face. Angel’s eyes bore into Lincoln’s, a severe yet kind intensity in his almost otherworldly features. “He had three hundred years to change, Linc, and he never did. You love him, so you’re taking care of him, and that’s noble.” Angel’s forehead creases with concern as sympathy pools in his eyes. “But you can’t live your life fixated on how that fantasy second chance might’ve looked. You knew what the past was like, and if you’re honest with yourself, I think you’ll realize that any future relationship with him would’ve just continued on in that same pattern.”

Lincoln looks down at the pavement beneath his feet, his brow furrowed with thought. “I suppose you’re right, but still…”

“It’s hard, I know.” Angel squeezes Lincoln’s hand. “But I’m here for you, and I always will be.”

Lincoln leans forward and presses a kiss to Angel’s lips. “Thank you.”

Angel smiles at him and pulls Lincoln back in for one more kiss. “There’s nothing to thank. I’ll always be here for you, because it’s where I want to be. It’s where I belong.”

And as Lincoln climbs onto the motorcycle, Angel behind him with his arms wrapped around Lincoln’s waist, he knows without any doubt that this is right where he belongs, too.

#it lives within #ilw #lincoln aquino #lincoln mcquoid #lincoln x mc #matthias mcquoid #playchoices #my writing

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xjulixred45x · 2 months

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Now that I've watched Hazbin Hotel SEVERAL TIMES and refreshed my memory a little with Monster Prom, I'm doing this quick parade of Headcanons for your entertainment.

Warnings: SPOILERS!!!

Hazbin Hotel x Monster Prom idea part 2

Okay, we already know that Damian and Charlie would be cousins, but I also got to thinking that Charlie probably could have gone to the prom just like Damian! with her ex-boyfriend (which is still canon) and Damian definitely kicked his ass as soon as he found out they broke up😂

Dahlia Aquino and Charlie meet! Similarly to Damian, she probably wanted to have a rivalry with her for being the literal daughter of Lucifer, but upon seeing Charlie's "Disney" personality type she gave up pretty quickly (especially when she saw the big power difference there is between the Aquinos and the Morningstars).

Currently Dahlia and Charlie get along quite well! Dahlia thinks Charlie should stop being so nice and join in a little with the violence, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't like Charlie's pampering.

Damian: Aren't you tired of being Nice?

Dahlia: don't you just wanna go appe shit?

bro, imagine that Charlie solves the problem of the Levays and the Aquinos in one day☠️

I can see Damian using "aggressive kindness" to get several souls from the eighth circle of hell to go to Charlie's hotel. Mr. and Mr. Lavey give Charlie more resources than Alastor does, such as personnel, resources, dissemination of the idea of the hotel, etc.

Let's be honest, Damian would be excited about the extermination being brought forward just so he can fight more exorcist angels. but he definitely makes it his personal goal to be admitted to heaven and hit Adam in the face (and other places). Dalia joins him.

OMG how ANGRY Damian would be at Valentino when he finds out what he did with Charlie's arm☠️

Damian doesn't like Alastor, he only likes him when he's doing violent things(His "calm, charming behavior" doesnt work with him), like in episode 5 oh, he'd be cheering for him SO HARD--

He doesn't do much when Lucifer comes, but I think he's definitely quite emotional when they finish singing "More than anything" and he's like "love is definitely the most radical thing in the world, it could beat the devil himself" and then he goes away he get drunk (Husk knows a lot about him, believe it).

If Damian SOMEHOW goes to heaven with Charlie and Vaggie, he's definitely blinded by so many pastel colors😂 and he already wants to leave. That is until they get to court, there he tries to bite Adan or at least give him a Roast. If not(most likely) he just go for a havoc, the normal thing for him.

(Damian definitely had no IDEA that Vaggie was a former exorcist, but he definitely thinks she's a lot more Badass now.)

OH HOLY SHIT IMAGINE THE FINAL BATTLE, Charlie not only has the support of the cannibals, but the support of the ENTIRE EIGHTH CIRCLE OF HELL, the angels would be considerably more screwed now. The Lavey lords give more angelic weapons and black magic, protection charms, Damian may even use contacts like Miranda to get her family to join the battle!

everything would be much more balanced between the demons and the angels, Damian and Dahlia are having a GREAT time killing angels left and right, Mr. and Mr. Lavey are having fun for the first time in YEARS and when they see Lucifer and Adam's fight it is even better!

when Adam dies- holy shit, Damian is celebrating and when he gets the chance he will dance on his body.

help rebuild the hotel 🥺 Damian and Dahlia HAS to Sing in the final song, i don't make the rules.

Overall, a nice Crossover❣️