#but still the fact that will and angie still hadn't kissed at the end of s2 is so rare now!!!
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OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER AAAAA my boys 🥹 if you hadn't said it on here, I would've never known you struggled w/writing Kokichi, it seriously feels so natural and I LOVE when authors include that clowny jester vibe to him!! But now that we're REALLY REALLY into the thicc of the story, I'm realizing how much I miss the camp!! idk about everyone else, but it was always the most interesting setting for me when I was into Percy Jackson! So basically I'm gonna annoy you with my barrage of questions that are 100% unrelated to the most recent chapter 😭
I know it was mentioned that Maki's cabin was undecorated for a long time, but did she ever get to personalizing it? I'd love to know about the cabins and their designs! I'd also love to know what kind of stuff they do at the talent shows? Idk if its the fact that the fic is based off the pjo musical, but I get theatre kid vibes from specifically kaede (even if she can't sing LOL) Speaking of her, since it was mentioned that she could play any instrument, I'm wondering if there were instruments /canon-specifically-talent-related equipment at camp for everyone? Also some of the dialogue had me questioning if they're even allowed to curse at camp or not 😭
HIIIIII im finally getting to this <3 first of all i love you im kissing u on the forehead every time i get an ask or comment from u it makes my whole day.
answers to ur questions beneath the cut as always!!
i also miss camp </3 i was talking about this with someone else yday (hiiiii evan) but in a universe where pointy objects reaches its end and i STILL want more.....there are little one-off scenes that dont fit into the main narrative of the fic but i'd still theoretically like to write......and the immediate reaction to the campers (+ hajime and nagito) realizing seven of them went missing along with an rv. it would be a lot of dialogue but the phone calls nagito had to make to all the parents of the missing (good and bad) kids. also the godly meetings where shit went bad, and then really bad, and then somehow even worse. pointy objects has always been very v3-centric given our main characters, but some of my favorite chapters so far have been when i've been able to feel out characters from the other games as well.
ok. THAT was a big tangent LMFAO ok re: maki: yes! it took a long time; she had very little interest in doing decoration shopping or really Anything in the first year or so after arriving at camp/her friend's death (she also did not see her situation as static or permanent — no point in something like that, y'know?). for her 14th birthday, kaede took the reins on planning with nagito a cabin design that she thought maki might like; and now presently, her cabin has a "red velvet" theme! DIY headboard for her bed made with literal red velvet that kaede and maki built themselves, plush red sheets, red walls (another eyesore of a cabin...), with a small collection of photos and trinkets and artwork and decorations she's amassed over the years since. she has a picture of her parents sitting in the bottom drawer of her dresser than only kaede knows about.
as for the others — i take a lot of inspiration from their research labs, but i haven't plotted out in my head exactly how they all look, y'know? miu's is definitely very lab-like, angie's paints her walls white at the beginning of every summer and over the summer months fills them corner to corner with new designs, kiyo's has more bookshelves than wall space, the like.
now: talent shows! it's very informal, with prizes like choosing the next camp-wide game, getting out of dinner duty for a week, etc. classic staples include himiko's magic shows (with tenko as a willing and eager assistant) (who also will at times retrieve less willing participants from the audience) (usually nagito). miu tries her own "magic tricks" that usually involve adding new features to kiibo and making them parade them around onstage; kiibo gets their comeuppance by forcing miu to learn kpop dance choreo and perform with them (as kokichi films, naturally). kaede can play instruments to get around the limitations of her power (also yes — 100% theater kid, alongside kiyo [+ kokichi, who wont admit it]), and there's a whole collection of instruments in the girls' common area that she's mastered/is working on learning (her most recent is a theremin that she and kiyo are both very interested in). it's a lot of repeats, because there are some kids who always prefer to chill in the audience rather than get onstage themselves, but everyone has lots of fun <3 (except nagito [usually made to suffer during them] and hajime [often tasked with tie-breaking the winner, also suffering])
as for ur last question: TRUST they are definitely allowed to swear. hajime would've exploded years ago if that wasn't the case. the barrier they erected following tsumugi's massacre is capable of a lot of things, but nothing can defeat the resigned frustration of wrangling a clusterfuck of the weirdest demigods they've ever dealt with (/fond)
WOW that got long again! good thing i love it <3
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So I saw this post, and I thought the idea was really cool. Truth be told I am a wee bit uncomfortable with seeing Alastor being sexual, but that's just because I'm somewhere on the asexual spectrum. But that's just my personal opinion, but I do like the idea of regular Angel dropping into an AU were Alastor is a pimp.
I think it be cute and funny to see Angel’s reaction to this version of Alastor.
So being somewhat of a writer I couldn't help myself but try to write a one-shot of this. Hope you'll enjoy it. I don't really know anything else of how Angel got there or what the rest of the word is like in terms of the hotel or anything so, I'm just relying on my own head cannons for that and going off the artwork.
Artist of work above:
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Normally waking up, for Angel Dust, would always involve something that was the cause of disturbing his sleep in the first place. In the past, it had been his regular johns that left or the pain they inflicted on the night prior. But recently it was either Vaggie yelling in the lobby or the princess of hell herself knocking on his door. And sometimes if he was unlucky, it would be Valentino calling.
Those were the wost.
But this morning, when Angel awoke, he heard something he thought he'd never hear.
Silence.
It had taken him a few moments to register that it was in fact quiet in his room. And he assumed that perhaps he'd woken up in the night again and that was the reasoning. But the small bit of hells light peaking through his blinds and into his room suggested otherwise. It was always a little brighter out when it was daylight out in Hell.
His room was still a little dark though because of the blinds. And as Angel sat up he couldn't help but notice another thing.
It smelled weird.
Not weird in the sense that the room was old, hadn't been tended two in who knows how long. Or even that mild odor that always lingered. That would always make Angel's nose scrunch up.
No, it smelled....sweet? Almost like strawberries.
Unable to lay there a minute longer Angel pushed himself up in his bed. Finding that it was more comfortable than usual. Something didn't feel right..something felt, off.
He pressed the ball of his palm to his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut. Realizing his head did hurt just enough to call it a headache. Was he hungover? A fever dream maybe?
Angel pushed the thought aside, he was too tired for this shit. He needed food at the very least. And if the hotel was quiet? Well, it just meant he could ease this headache away until Vaggie woke up trying to chew his head off.
Pushing off the bed, Angel's feet stepped over anything that could be cluttering the floors per usual. Although nothing did. As he opened the door to his bedroom, allowing the hallway light to fill his room he briefly caught his pig sleeping in his bed in front of his own.
When had he'd bought nuggets that?
Another stray thought to be pushed aside.
With his head hurting too much and his eyes heavy with the aftermath of sleep, he failed to notice the decor and layout of the building he was in. Heading down the hall to the left, he did not come to stairs but just into a decently sized living room.
As he rubbed his eyes, taking in the room he realized this wasn't the hotel.
"Musta ended up at someone's house.." He reasoned himself with. But that didn't explain fat nuggets being in that room. Or the lack therefor of a random john.
He didn't care right now. At the very least he needed coffee. His feet managed to carry him over to the kitchen separated only by the counters. Something that actually looked better than it sounded.
Tired mismatched eyes looked around for the coffee machine. As they landed on the pink and white-colored machine there was a small sticky note attached to the front of it. He leaned in, his squinting at the note to read it.
'Hey, Angie I know you'll be a little tired after last night. Shit was wild! I gotta head out because some of us have boring jobs. But I prepped the coffee just press the button. See you later, have fun. Good luck ;) '
Angel knit his brows at the note. So he was at Cherri's house? That explained things a little better. But he didn't see how her job was boring. The headache was probably due to last night. Whatever had happened.
He looked over the six buttons on the top of the coffee machine. Finally, pressing the 'begin brewing' button, he sighed in relief.
As he leaned against the opposite counter of the coffee machine he crossed his arms. He glanced down at himself briefly, noting he was still in his usual suit. One of which was a little torn in some places. None of them looked to be claw marks though, rather...burn marks.
The spider settled for holding off any questions until he got his caffeine. He closed his eyes once again, ignoring the mild pounding of his head. So much so that he was practically deaf to the footsteps coming near him.
And with the beeping of the coffee machine Angel's eyes jolted open once again. But as his gaze wandered, in the corner of his eye something caught his attention. He turned his head in that direction and immediately stumbled back, falling into the floor.
Out of everything that could ever happen in his afterlife. Seeing the radio demon, standing in front of him in only his boxers was certainly not something he expected.
His face burned with the color red. Okay, this had to be a fever dream now. There was no way Alastor would even come close enough to allowing something like this.
Angel remained on the floor, staring at the redhead. The demon in question only remained leaning his arm on the wall as he looked at Angel as if he were the crazy one.
"I'm surprised to see you up," the demon paused. His eyes tracing up and down Angel's body for a moment. "And fully dressed at that."
His voice...what happened to his voice?! There was no radio filter on it at all. He just sounded, normal. But to Angel, it sounded weird.
A million thoughts raced through Angel's head as he continued to stare at the redhead. The deer demon rolled his eyes pushing off the wall, and as he approached his hand moved prompting Angel to immediately cover his face.
He waited for something, anything. To be punished for whatever he'd done yesterday because dammit he couldn't remember!
But none of that happened.
"Angel darling, what are you doing?" Came Alastor's confused voice. And with the lack of a radio filter, he could actually hear the confusion in it.
Slowly Angel opened an eye, still finding that confused smile. At least he was still smiling, otherwise, he may have lost his sanity entirely. "Come on now, you can’t stay there all day." A laugh escaped him although it hardly sounded like Alastor's laugh. "Unless you'd rather go again?"
Go again? What?
Angel took Alastor's hand, assuming that this was Alastor and Angel hadn't finally gone insane.
With ease, the redhead pulled Angel up. It seemed his physical strength was still there. He watched the redheads eyes scan his body again. When had he ever looked anywhere but his face?
"What are you wearing?" He heard the man ask. Angel wasn't looking at him. He couldn't. "This certainly isn't one of my works. Well, so long as you change once we head to work."
We?
‘My works’?
"I can't have my darling wearing something as hideous as that." Angel huffed, he actually liked his suit. It was one of the first things he'd gotten from Valentino once arriving in hell. Back when the man wasn't using him as a punching bag.
Angel finally chanced a glance at Alastor who was pouring the coffee. The longer Angel stared, the redder his face got. The colors going even as far as the pink on his chest.
He's shirtless. He's pants-less! He's almost fucking naked!
His thoughts ran wild, and when Alastor looked over his shoulder he couldn't help the blood suddenly leaking from his nose. (He has a nose it's just very very tiny and hidden.) He turned away, trying to cover it.
All the while the redhead looked at him, confused but amused all the same.
"You are acting very strange today. I don’t think I’ve seen you that red since our first meeting." He said as he added some milk into Angel's coffee before handing it to the spider.
Still holding his hand over his bleeding nose, Angel took the cup but refused to look anymore at Alastor. He heard the redhead humming in front of him.
"Sorry to leave the bed this morning but you usually take very long to wake up." A low chuckle. "Not that I blame you."
Angel choked on his coffee. His heart was racing in his chest and ears. This wasn't real right? And if it was, what the fuck happened.
"I have to say though--" he heard Alastor beside him suddenly and the soft clank of a coffee cup being placed down. Before he knew it a claw was guiding his chin over to the redheads gaze. The look in his eyes, was that..lust?
"--While waking up to you in clothes is certainly a surprise." He pulled the spiders face closer. "I like you better without them."
Without much of a warning, the deer's lips were pressed hard against his. Angel's eyes grew wide as the gears tried to process it. But when the demon's tongue slipped into his mouth the gears broke.
Angel was stiff against the kiss as Alastor pulled back leaving a red-faced spider. His eyes curiously searched Angel's as he wiped a strain of saliva from Angel's agape mouth.
"Strange, that little trick usually has you back in bed with me for at least another hour." Before Angel could question anything the redhead's hand pulled away, claw lingered there teasingly.
"Well, if you wish to head to work earlier today than that is fine. I do have a few things I need to get done at the studio. Unfortunately, the day after New Year doesn't grant us the day off."
Alastor called, as he walked off towards the room Angel had woken up in. As he nonchalantly disappeared into that room Angel just stared.
He stared as his head pounded in pain at trying to process everything that had just happened.
"What the fuck.."
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I think I'm going to end it there. I honestly don't know what to think when writing pimp Alastor. Also with the morning scene I wasn’t implying that Angel is dating Alastor but rather (since Alastor is in Valentino’s place) that Alastor fools around with whoever he pleases. This includes Angel Dust. And safe to say it isn't the first time Alastor’s slept with Angel dust in that Au (Again just my personal head cannon.)
There were a few things I had to just guess on, since he's filling in the spot for Valentino I wasn't sure if he had his radio voice anymore. Or his shadows? I knew for a fact that he probably didn't care about walking around in his boxers but I wasn't sure if he had some humility of walking around just newd. Also, I wasn't sure my mild asexual heart could write that and not die with Angel.
Thanks for reading!
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Water from the Waves crashed against the shore walls .The sloshing sound echoing my ears. My feet slipped on the mud riddled mountains more times than I could count as I continued my trek up the wall. My hands digging in harder to the moist earth for a secure hold. As the sun woke up and sweat tickled my upper lip. I was content to have to decide on wrapping my chest nut locks in a famous “man bun”. I hadn't got a chance to put on any hiking wear so I was freshed out in a black tee and camo shorts. By now I knew my short’s were ruined with grass stains. My jaw clenched as I moved along the side of the cliff .digging into any open space I could to get to the top. The top where I knew Angela was practicing her swordsmanship skills .my arm’s burned at the next climb. I gulped down the pain and carried on. My angela .my angel.my spirit .My best friend.my lover.
It wasn’t long before I reached the top of the cliff and when I did my sights were set on her form. Angela was in a stance I knew so well her wool made katana a shield in front of her as she paced back and forth .Her full lips set in a straight line as her black silky hair , tied in a braid to her butt. She wore her practice clothes from the armory .black leggings adored by a ruffled shirt that stretched to her skinny wrist and a satin vest studded with her last name initial.”K” for kyoto .To me angela wasn’t so much like your average best friend . She was my long time lover ever since the day I stumbled upon her and she threw me off the helicopter. The fact that I had 9 lives was a curse more than a blessing to me. In Angela's care I've died twice, once when we took a college trip to parachuting practice which was 6,000 ft in the air and I tried to flirt with her. She threw me and my parachute off the helicopter. The last time when I mistook her for her twin sister at my family restaurant and tried to kiss her she smiled at me and slit my throat with a butter knife. Shaking my head I waved at Angela “hey”I screamed over the waves at the bottom, my voice carrying itself to her.
Angela moved in a different stance now she practiced with her arm’s angled forward ready to thrust the sword through to her destination.she looked up suddenly a smile playing on the bottom of her lips. Clicking her tongue she said “ look who it is“ she said as she looked me up and down she frowned “not in the right attire to be training today” she said as she steadied her katana. She balanced it as she swung “the wool’s lighter than my sword “
“Would you rather yourself accidentally kill me again?”
She shrugged “ that offer could settle ,but your not in uniform” she swung,missing a seagull landing from flight by an inch .
I gave myself a once over . “ im not really in the mood for it. I giggled side stepping her as she swung the sword again
that’s the whole point of training” she dead panned giving me a smirk .her sword went back to a low position
I slid my hands in my camo short’s .why exactly did she text me about training if the competition for the promotion wasn’t even close to being here yet. It was in the the next two months . I walked towards her my feet printing the shallow grass with sand. “Angela why did you text me so early i mean i didn't even have time to taste my bagel..i just spread my miracle cream and crammed it into my mouth I ran here so quick”
Angela stopped in her midst of practicing. She gave me a side eye .exhaling hard she walked towards the end of the cliff. Her body tensed as she said her next words.She turned towards me her black hair whipping in the breeze. “I was elected to go to war, “ she said someberly.
I heard her words but I wished to hell I hadn't .My heart thumped erratically in my chest.my veins traced my knuckles. I couldn't breathe .All I could think about was angela leaving me. My smile faded. “When did this happen?”
Angela was still turned when she said the next words “a month ago”
Thinking back to last month i had no assignments i was free as an early bird so why the hell didn't she tell me then.we spent every second together .In second’s i was beside her .breathing harshly i grabbed her hands her sword falling silently to the grass .i forced her to look at me “come on angie's why didn't you tell me . where are you supposed to be going ? i don't get it “
Angela forced my hands from here but they wouldn't budge .Her maroon eyes narrowed into slits. “Let go “ she mumbled
If it was any other day I would listen not trying to test her skills but today i was pissed. No pissed wasn't the word i was infuriated . of the fact she hid it from me for this long. Her best friend. “I thought we was closer than this”
She clenched her teeth .averting my gaze
“Angie” I screamed .As critical as this conversation was, I was in no mood for her silence.
Angela stared at me .Her cold hands smooth on my rough one’s . “i didn't want you to know . you couldn't prepare for your next assignment if i told you i was going on a mission you would worry about me and not get it done, then where would we be?” she asked
She had a valid point. it made sense I admitted but it was bullshit . “oh please we would of handled it when i got back just like we handle everything else.anything that get’s thrown at us we handle together.” i gave her an incredulous look letting her hands drop from mine “ i can't believe you “ i said moving back from her. The empty space between us expanding “ second question .what the hell is t-this mission .i stuttered
She blew her breath, her black hair falling back in place on her sweat beaded forehead . her full lips upturned “i'm going to be the team lead” she raised her stubborn head looking at me with diction “and i'm glad about it so i don't need you here fighting me on this for god sake were best friends not lovers “
I froze there was only one mission I knew from scratch needed a team lead. The red light district . the mission with gang violence and drugs . the power . but as far as I knew Davis had a cap on it . he said he had everything handled then why was the woman i love being called over. “It’s fine i’ll take it instead”
Angela narrowed her eye’s “what the hell are you on about .how can you take the lead when you're already on a rooster for this week. You sound ridiculous “
“What happened to the lead they already had on the mission “
She gave me an idioctic look “what do you think happened? Whoever it was died “she said motioning her hand like a sword cutting through her rib cage . her humor died on her lips as she said “the first one anyway”
“Whaaat “it never took more than once to complete a mission in the last 12 years we’ve been working with the organization . if it did it meant the mission was a level E those were the hardest missions sometimes it took more than a month .”tell me you didn't offer yourself to be the lead ”
“Yeah “she whispered to herself
“Why the hell would you do that . no you're not going to “i flipped my phone on scanning my finger for access .i was two seconds from calling the office when angela took my phone and snapped it.” hey, what the hell ang-”
“Stop whining like a baby ill be fine .i was raised for this shit or have you forgotten where i came from” she tested me. Her eye’s boring the truth into me
“This is different “ i shook my head viciously “no this is insane”
She grabbed her sword from the ground .brushing the dirt from her leggings “welcome to my world,dork”
This was unacceptable . “how could our time end like this” i grumbled
Angela continued her practice bending her knees , shifting the sword in back of her then bringing it up front .She looked as though she was dancing with it . “i'm not in a coffin yet” she rose with the sword.
My reply was lost on my tongue. All I could was the woman I was falling in love with over the past couple months. “Angela” I whispered more to myself than her . I was mistaken about our relationship with true feelings .I thought that was going to be reciprocated . Angela steadied her sword .Her sword her world is all she cared about. It was just an inconvenience. I shook my head trying to get the blurry images out of my head. Angela snuggled her pillow as she slept on my shoulder as the rain pattered on the window of the foggy windows of my beat up red truck.her face blossoming with comfort and security .She was strong enough to break anyone’s bones but I got the chance to see her unarmed. I thought I was special .
I gave her a crooked grin. Narrowing my honey moss eye’s .my thought’s wouldn't let me throw her away . “your right ” i laughed harshly.
At that she turned her head “shut up... “geesh you can be such a dork at times “
My body shook and i knew the onslaught of tears were coming
Before she could say anything else. I was stripping off my clothes . Shirt then short’s. I pulled my hair tie out. chestnut locks obscured my view of her as ran to the edge of the cliff the path of dewy grass leading the way “going for a swim i yelled as i ran .her voice faded out of my head as i pounded the grass with my feet.feeling the breeze whip through my thick dreads , sting my pupils . I positioned myself for a dive . the water hit my body first. Submering me in it .Salt water had a bitter taste in my mouth as I swam to the bottom surface a rainbow of colors swam past in the opposite direction . I screamed not being able to hold it in anymore. I screamed with the current .My body was being pulled and snapped each and every way .i didn't care. I wanted to be gone, I wanted to disappear . from life from this world.i wanted to suck in all the salt and die from dehydration . I didn't want to come up for air. I wanted to drown.drown my feeling’s of Angela down with me . I died again that afternoon striking the third time I've been killed by angela.my best friend.

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