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marlenesluv · 6 months

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Star of the show. (CL)

summary: when charles leclerc hard launches his actress girlfriend, star of teen wolf as scott mccalls sister, fans go crazy.

note: obviously in the show, scott doesn’t have a sister, but pretend for me, kk? lol

fc: christina nadin (love her)

warnings: language, and sexual comments

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liked by: y/n.user, carlossainz55, and 1,923,035 others

charles_leclerc: the star of the show, and my heart (and the ferrari paddock)

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ferrarifwiends: did charles just hard launch his gf and expect us not to freak tf out????

y/n.user: awww you used cute pictures of me😮‍💨🫶

↳ charles_leclerc: every picture of you is cute, chérie

↳ user7: oh shit. he’s def getting head for that one

↳ user3: UNCALLED FOR (agreed)

leclerc.edittpg: HOLY SHIT

teenwolffansss: mother is dating a vroom man?

landonorris: she helped me meet dylan obrien guys!!

↳ oscarpiastri: yeah and you never shut up about it

↳ landonorris: you’re just jealous

user5: and she’s close with the paddock?

↳ charycarlos: we have been fooled by the monégasque again

y/nfanedits8: she’s taken? i now have no chance 💔

user1: the fries and the espresso martini look so good

↳ 1655charlossss: i’m sayingggg

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, francisca.cgomes, and 1,240,925 others

y/n.user: my shining star

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tylerposey58: not to be a protective set big brother..

↳ y/n.user: ur the best sibling i could have ever asked for :’)

↳ tylerposey58: love you and miss you. pls visit me and phem

↳ y/n.user: i’ll bring char

↳ charles_leclerc: :)

stilesstilinski4life: kinda wanted her and dylan to date..

↳ y/n.fppp: just be happy for her? her and dylan are bsfs, she’s dating charles ffs

user3: the way her and tyler are literally the best sibling duo (sibling soulmates. meant to be actual sibling i swear)

charles_leclerc: je t’aime

↳ y/n.user: je t’aime aussi

f1wags: such a beautiful couple, holy shit

charismybae16: omg we are gonna get bf charles pics AHHHHH

↳ wifey.y/n: nah, forget him, we get gf y/n pics OMG

user3: you guys are too cuteeeee

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, pierregasly, and 1,420,004 others

y/n.user: fútbol and food (the best f’s)

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charles_leclerc: next to fucking

↳ y/n.user: charles OMG

↳ charles_leclerc: im not wrong, cherié

f1wags: y/n is turning charles into a bold commenter😭

dylanobrien: baseball is better

↳ y/n.user: mets games🧡💙

↳ dylanobrien: you need to come back so we can go?? bring charles so you can culture him

↳ charles_leclerc: texting the gc now, this sounds so fun

user4: UGH THEY HAVE A GC?!?!?!

hollandroden: you are so beautiful!? miss out girls nights :(

↳ crystalmreed: let’s hangout soon!

↳ y/n.user: holland <3 and yes we should!!

betateenwolfedits: these pictures are pure gold

user4: where’s kika?

↳ francisca.cgomes: i’m at a fashion show, lol. had to leave y/n alone with the guys :(

↳ y/n.user: SAVE ME KIKA

↳ francisca.cgomes: OMW!!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, pierregasly, and 1,872,024 others

charles_leclerc: we eat good🍷🍝

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y/n.user: CHICKEN🍗

↳ charles_leclerc: 😋😋😋

teenwolf: getting flashbacks from when y/n would order chicken nuggets 24/7 during filming

↳ y/n.user: miss u guys🤭

↳ teenwolf: we miss you more!🩵

y/nycharfp: they still look hot while shoving their faces, unfair

user7: favorite couple on the grid

dylansprayberry: nice to see you found someone who enjoys cooking as much as you do, y/n

↳ y/n.user: charles can NOT cook

f1wags: same pose, different food and person

bilesbilinski28: slayyyyy

danielricciardo: i want chicken

↳ y/n.user: let’s go get canes rn

↳ danielricciardo; omw rn actually

user2: i bet they actually do go and get canes….

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

daniels instagram story

seen by: y/n.user, charles_leclerc, and 2,024,294 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story

seen by: charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 1,386,299 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: lilymhe, charles_leclerc, and 1,428,993 others

y/n.user: how these triple headers got us

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charles_leclerc: you look like an angel when you’re sleeping/waking up and i look like a gremlin :/

↳ y/n.user: char, no you do not

f1wags: shes barbie and he’s j ken fr

y/nsfp1: she looks sooo prettyyyy

francisca.cgomes: pretty girl

↳ y/n.user: ily kika

user4: prince of monaco sleeping?! make sure he stays safe!

crystalmreed: that’s my sleeping mask!

↳ y/n.user: whaaaaaa

teenwolfeditsss: they both are still hot while sleeping and after waking up?? i’m done for

kellypiquet: those selfies are so cute!!

↳ y/n.user: ty kelly!! 🫶

user9: i need a teen wolf reunion :(

↳ char.y/n.fp: i j need charles to meet them fr

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: charles_leclerc, tylerposey58, and 2,187,024 others

y/n:user: i always see people doing these aesthetic slide number things, so here’s mine 😋

1) charles tries a pepper that tyler posey got him

2) tyler holds the pepper while charles freaks out over the hotness

3) charles guzzles water while saying “too hot!! too hot!!”

4) charles and i found dylans look-alike!!

5) i think pierre and charles took this while me, kika, and tyler were walking around the mall infront of them. dylan was with them? i’m not sure tbh

6) took this picture a few days ago when we took charles, pierre, and kika to universal

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charles_leclerc: that pepper was too hot

↳ dylanobrien: one might say “too hot!! too hot!!”

↳ tylerposey58: “tyler why is it so spicy?!”

↳ charles_leclerc: cherié you’re friends are bullying me.

↳ y/n.user: it’s okay, char. ilysm you’re so brave for trying that pepper!❤️

↳ charles_leclerc: 🙂❤️

↳ tylerposey58: 🙄🙄

user2: MY TWO WORLDS COLLIDE

f1wags: she’s not even in these?? CRIMINAL!

landonorris: and she didn’t even invite me? :(

↳ y/n.user: you said you didn’t wanna go??

↳ landonorris: I LIED

f1page34: lmaooo, the pic of char and pierre

user7: MARIO AND LUIGIIII

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

liked by: y/n.user, pierregasly, and 2,197,024 others

charles_leclerc: my own “aesthetic slide number things” but it’s all my gf (mostly)

1) woke y/n up at 7am to get breakfast and all she ordered was orange juice and chips & guac

2) y/n trying to fix dylan’s jeep (that didn’t happen)

3) espresso martini night!!!

4) no explanation needed

5) y/n crying because the mets lost

6) me in my new raincoat! :)

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user3: y/n is SUCH a mood😭

y/n.user: CHAR😦

↳ charles_leclerc: 😘

y/nsfansss7: MOTHER IS SLAYING WITH THOSE MARTINIS

f1wags: how many letters in y/n’s name?

↳ user3: ATEEEE

↳ author (me lolz): j pretend ur name is 8 letters for the smau😛

carlossainz55: it really is y/n’s world and we are all just living in it

↳ maxverstappen1: this is true

f1fanpage4: crying over the mets losing is such a y/n thing to do

dylanobrien: the mets losing is such a sad thing, i don’t blame her

vroompage16: the juice and chips is so me

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

your instagram story:

seen by: charles_leclerc, oscarpiastri, and 1,328,991 others

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ１８－ＧｉｆｔＧｉｖｉｎｇ

－ Sentiment - Ekko, the Boy Savior - Arcane: League of Legends

－ In which Ekko gifts you a necklace to commemorate the two years you've been together.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

Ekko knows what love is.

He may not be able to talk about it in the right words, but he knows through actions that without a shadow of a doubt, he has love. He was loved by Benzo, taken in by the older off the streets of the undercity and given the space to explore his inventive genius. He was loved by his friends, of whom he hung out with on a daily basis, playing pranks and digging through scraps and making the best out of their dim childhoods. And Ekko has loved, despite the hate bestowed upon him by the many people he’d encountered in his eighteen years of surviving.

He’d loved once, a love as pure and innocent and strong as any he’d ever felt before; his first love that was doomed before it could even come to fruition.

His second love was not a person, but rather, an idea. A dream that plagued his mind every day and every night, begging to be realized. It was a feverish love, strong and erratic and determined, giving birth to what became the only safe place in all of the Lanes for the children of Zaun to have some semblance of a safe childhood, one he could only dream of as a child, but was proud he could provide to others.

His third love caught him by surprise. It crept up on him like a thief in the night; slow, sweet, daunting, consuming him whole before he had a fighting chance. He became guilty of the longing stares, the daydreams, the lack of efficient words, because while he thought he couldn’t love again - because in this new world, daring to do so meant a very close meeting with death itself - there you were, in all your glory, daring to challenge him. And succeed, you did.

Ekko’s strong admiration for you knew no bounds; your grace was something he could never get enough of. While he exuded a bruteness that was required for survival outside the walls of the sanctuary, with you, the boyish grin from his youth painted his lips so often that a lot of his comrades questioned if he was under a spell of sorts. He was happy, happier than he’d ever been, happy as one could be in a city that knows no peace.

For the longest time, Ekko didn’t know how to express his affections for you. He thought that you deserved the world, but there was only so much his hands could make. That was, until he came across the jackpot of a lifetime - a nugget of gold he found on one of his many late night junkyard raids, discarded seemingly without a care. To an overpriced Piltie, the slightly tarnished mineral was deemed trash; to those of the Underground, a find like this was treasure beyond belief.

Rough and calloused hands handled the metal carefully, the dark soot that covered his fingertips showing the hard work he put into mending the mineral into a fine pendant. On the front was an engraving of the tree in which the sanctuary surrounded, the very beacon of light that the two of you found in the darkness of everything. On the back, both of your initials, bounded together in metal just as the two of you were for life.

Being an inventor, Ekko had made many things with his hand, but never did he think he could conjure something so small, so dainty and fragile looking, but perhaps it was possible due to the love he had harbored in his heart. It was that evening, when he gifted the necklace to you, that he realized that even the most damaged of hands and hearts could create beautiful things, if they have enough love to do it.

Special Tags: @intotherumiverse for indulging in my Ekko obsession c:

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saintmeghanmarkle · 4 months

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Lady C Tea YouTube 1/4/23 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) by u/daisybeach23

Lady C Tea YouTube 1/4/23 (a few nuggets paraphrased by me) Greetings from Castle Goring,Lady C, did you know that Saint Meghan of Nothing has been given the boot by WME? I’ve been trying to say for a while now that she is on very thin ice. I don’t think she has been completely cut off from them. She is not listed on their main website (which features many A-List talents) but she is listed on their separate website for their speakers bureau. I think what people are noticing is that WME has not been able to find Megsy baby any work.Lady C reads out a comment from a viewer because she loves it so much: “Truth Hertz”Lady C, I think this is all Meghan’s idea. I think Harry would prefer to go places incognito. I think you are right. Harry thrills at the idea that paparazzi are always chasing him, but I don’t think he calls them. Lady C begins her parody of Meghan calling up a paparazzi and telling him she’ll be at a car park at 9:47am wearing stress patches and the hair of Turkish virgins.Lady C, none of this had to happen. I believe the Queen wanted Harry and Meghan to leave Royal Duties with no drama. I think they had the full support of the Queen until they started telling lies about not receiving financial support which was proven not true. I believe Charles discontinued all financial support when he realized his money was being used for PR to attack family. All of this is interestingly observed because Queen Elizabeth II was ambushed by Harry and Meghan. They did what Diana did and used public statements in the media to create scenarios for their benefit. The Queen was given 20 minutes notice before Harry and Meghan made their public announcement. The Queen wanted Harry to be happy. She did not want them to leave but told them if you want to leave, we will find a way to make it work. Harry would have gone along with the Queen’s proposal no problem, but Meghan was the one who wanted to be free of the family but also wanted her photo op moments also. And Meghan in her dumb, clack cack handed, unsophisticated, hustler style didn’t understand that what people wanted to buy was gold, stardust, glamour laced with grit. Nobody wanted their brand of trashing family and venom. She got away with trashing her own family so she thought she could get away with trashing the Royal Family. Instead, she unmasked herself.Lady C, how soon will lack of finances push them back to Buckingham Palace? It’s not really if there is a need from them, it is whether anybody wants them back. My understanding is aside from the King, nobody wants to see them. The King has hopes that a miracle will occur. He genuinely believes in God and he believes in miracles and perhaps he thinks he will be the beneficiary of one. I do not see them coming back. Not in the short term. Not knowing what is coming down the line this year. Let me put it that way. And to those of you who say that I have said things will happen that haven’t happened yet – don’t you think enough has already happened? And for those of you who are so dissatisfied that the final curtain has not fallen, a curtain is falling later this year. And no. I am not prepared to say what it is. And for those of you who say I am just spinning a yarn, what can I say? You must follow your instinct; I am not trying to convince you of anything. I do not see Harry and Meghan returning in the foreseeable future and if some have their way, not ever.Lady C affirms her opinion that Harry does not qualify as an internationally protected person. IPPLady C talks about how Meghan and Harry have deserted their paternal families. Of the maternal side she says, “It could be argued that one mother is dead and the other never lived at all. That may be too obscure. Let me put it this way. What are things that have never lived? One thing is for sure. They are pretty heartless.”Toodles Sinners! post link: https://ift.tt/tmjq0kf author: daisybeach23 submitted: January 06, 2024 at 05:17PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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hisui555 · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel thoughts bonus

"Reacting to a drawing of them"

Hazbin Hotel thoughts (Hell cast + babysitting kids) here

Hazbin Hotel Bonus 2 (Heaven cast + kids and drawings) here

Masterpost here.

(Because sleeping on it after writing the main thing gives me more ideas apparently. Funny how that works.)

So yeah, my two braincells rubbed together during my bout of nightly unconsciousness (one of the times it can happen without any danger) and coughed up this bit : how would the cast react to a kid giving them a drawing of themselves ? (Quality notwithstanding)

Starting with the obvious, Charlie would be overjoyed. Tears in her shiny puppy-dog eyes, thousand-watts smile, might start hyperventilating in happiness, squeezing the drawing to her chest and fanning herself, and the second she has her breath back it's all VAGGIE !! Look at that ! Look at that everyone !!! running a marathon all over the Hotel. This one is going with the portraits on the walls, so that everyone can see, or on the fridge, whatever, as long as the masterpiece is in everyone's sights at almost all times. Bear-hugs the child at least once, shower of kisses optional. Before you know it she breaks out the crayons and paper and engages in co-drawing activity, oversharing and just being happy - and maybe dragging everyone into it, whether they're willing or not. At the end of the day, no-one knows if those are kiddie drawings or actual Hotel Activities Plans, there might be a script about how to counter bullying with rainbows lost somewhere in the middle.

Vaggie wouldn't really know what to do, but still be touched, even if skeptical about the actual product ("Oh, oh, that's... me ? Uh... why is a triangle planted into my head ?" "It's your hairbow !" "Ah... and that hook in the middle of my face ?" "It's your nose !" "...Yyyyeah... and that stick going through Alastor ?" "Your spear, because you're always mad at him !" "Y'know what, that's the least objectionable part of this whole thing.") but will decide to keep it, and softly smile at it once she gets used to the stick-figure that's supposed to represent her, keeping it in her common room with Charlie (who will squeal with happiness seeing it, and insist it should be on their bedroom wall, them's the rules). Might deliver her thanks later (either skeptically or heartfelt), but knows the intention isn't malicious.

Angel is just plain happy : he loves it. He knows it's bad quality, the way his legs bend is questionable at best, that gold tooth takes half of his face and the eyes are looking in opposite directions, but it's a gift and even Fat Nuggets is drawn on it and he loves it. Might crack a light innuendo or two that he knows will go over the kid's head (How come I'm not on a bed ? It's my natural element, ya know) until someone (probably Husk, more often than not Vaggie) bops him on the head to make him stop. He'll keep it in his room, either around his mirror or on his door like the other photos, so anytime he goes in there or at his desk to prep up he'll see it. Helps his bad days become more bearable, and makes his good days even better.

Husk is very much used to an explanation of why a bunch of two potatoes with spiky claw-ended sticks poking out of 'em, two triangles on his head and flappery estimations of wings sticking out of his back is supposed to be him, so he won't comment on it at all : when an ankle-biter tells you that those two potatoes, sticks for limbs and hay for hair is supposed to be you, you become immune after a while why yes I have siblings, why do you ask. Kid also didn't forgot his perpetual frown, though those eyebrows fill half the page on their own alone. But he'll thank them, and pack the drawing away under his counter. Everyone wants to see it (Alastor mainly to rib on him), searching where Husk could have pinned it, but it mysteriously disappeared. What nobody knows is that he actually put it in the (perpetually empty and useless) cash drawer, will open it from time to time and smile at it.

Alastor, ever the gentleman, will politely accept the offering, making a whole show out of it - and backhandedly praising it with subtle mockery that he knows will fly over the kid's head (A fan submitted your host quite the original interpretation of his likeness ! Why, I've never seen something this adventurously abstract since Cubism* ! Good thing we all know how THAT one ended, ha ha !), but keep it nonetheless, because it's about him. And as we all know, modesty is the mark of great gentlemen like him. He'll pin it somewhere he doesn't go often, but that will still fall into his sight from time to time, pat the artistic fellow on the head for good measure and be on his way. If offered many pics, he'd jokingly make a rating out of it, entertaining himself with seeing the efforts put into it and the kid always coming back to show their latest production. Curiously, the primitive art-style reminds him of something similar he saw once, on TV, when some nobody tried to assess himself and ended up failing spectacularly. Hm. Must've been déjà vu. (*Cubism is from the 1910-1920s at its beginning by the way - more precisely 1907 - so Alastor might have caught wind of it and decided someone made a huge mistake, before he died in the 30s)

Niffty would take it, smile, blink, look, blink some more, then offer critique that her head is not that big, the arms too short, her hair doesn't stick out that way, prattle off everything about it that she finds could be better without point or comma, then conclude with a chirpy but thanks anyway ! and goes to frame it and hang it in the main hall, zips back, gives a pat on the head, and is off chasing bugs or cleaning. She isn't particularly moved or touched by the picture but will make sure no spec of dust can be found on the frame.

Sir Pentious would absolutely treasure it. In secret. Nobody can know how moved and teary-eyed this makes him (everyone already knows anyway). It looks more like a multi-eyed slug with a top hat and a strange case of bed hair, but even the Egg Bois are drawn on it (and more accurately - can't exactly fail that part, right ?) and it's just the sweetest thing to him. Even better if he's drawn activating what approximately looks like machinery and with complete explanation that he's a general with an awesome blimp (nevermind kids being easily impressed anyway). That one goes into the secret HQ room right away. Kid might be promoted second-in-command the next hour.

The Vees :

Vox would have a second or two of mental what am I supposed to do with this, before clocking in that it's him (the square TV head gives it away. The blitzing electricity around his hands too. At least it gives the whole thing a sense of up and down). And the fact that the scrawly handwronging reads "mR. B0x" all over the page. He would give an incredulous chuckling thanks, smile keeping in place in frozen confusion, before setting it aside and give an uncertain pat on the head by automatism. This might encourage the kid to explain their drawings, identifying the blue rakes at the end of his arms as your super sharp claws, the circled red splotch on his face as your super power-eye, the even more ridiculously small top hat and out-of-control antennas as well, what they are, the striped suit (with the stripes outside the suit), the unpractically pointy shoes, and you can do lightning and it's super-cool, and Vox tries to not internally cringe at how close it is to his popsicle design overall (he'll need to redo that one), but the second he hears the word 'cool', here comes the dopamine. The kid finds him cool. After an inner jubilation of take that Alastor ! he decides to keep it, but not in public. More like in his personal appartment, sticking it somewhere on the fridge or in a corner of the room that's not too visible, but he knows it's there. Can't let anyone know about it and point out that his own drawing skills are even lower than that : one time he grabbed one of the kid's drawing by accident and people thought he actually improved. But one of his first orders of business after deciding the ego-boost felt good is correcting the spelling, making the kid practice it (Vox. Vvvvox. Like Voom, Vloops, Vrive, Vatch, Voxtek -) to the voint ov instauving a vpeech imvediment.

For Velvette, well, that kid might as well have a double-death wish. The pic hurts her eyes. That's supposed to be her ?! This ?! This mishappened creature - not even a homunculi - that crawled out of whatever wretched womb after it had already be pushed back once ? Even the man-apes from the dawns of time scribbling on cave walls were better. She's about to launch into a more virulent tirade when she notices the tears starting, and two ideas cross her mind, strutting in and linked by the hand : one, she doesn't want to deal with kiddie tears, you can't fire the brat you're babysitting. Two, this is prime shaming material for her employees - check that out : see what that kid can do ? Your cloth design is even worse, stupid, and you don't even have the excuse of not knowing how to color inside the lines yet ! So she'll plaster a smile on and ask for more, keeping them around and pulling a spot the differences - right, there's none between her employees' work and the pics. Funnily enough, this indirectly helps the kid improve (in realistic measure) and Velvette will find herself accidentally inspired by a detail or two, doing a double-take on the pic, before discreetly incorporating it into her work. She'll never admit it. That, and actually taking the 'design' as-is to knit the ugliest pair of sweaters she can and offer them to Vox and Valentino as a joke on a day they particularly aggravated her. Alongside a "hat of shame" for her worst worker, like a substitude donkey cap. Mocking the whole thing on social media becomes her outlet, and she looks forward to the next crayon abomination the oblivious kid will produce.

Valentino would faux-praise anything to high heavens, then forget it on a table and not miss it if the cleaners threw it away in the meantime. Oh, where did your drawing go ? Ah, don't worry cutie, uncle Val keeps it in a special place ! (the trashbin). However, anything that's about him, he'll keep, more or less, for some moments (before again forgetting about it), but the extra-cool ones deserve some mention : that one when his majestic wings are outspanned in all their glory, even if his body is a weird asymetrical patchwork with his head too small for his hat, yeah, that one he'll at least put in a drawer. Then forget about it and be surprised next time he opens that drawer and finds it again, remember, smile, and close it once more. When enough drawings have disappeared by mysterious circumstances, he'll avoid making the kid upset and instead go hey, I have an idea, cariño/cariña, why don't you keep them for me, hm ? Y'see, uncle Val is incredibly busy, and can't think for everyone, so how about you do that for me ? and the kid will mostly agree, but still wants to show them to him. So he gets the idea of signing them, as a stamp of approval. Then it turns into a game of him signing every drawing, because he loves putting his name on it, and encourages doing more pics of him, and did I mention how he likes when it's about him ? I thought it was too subtle.

The other Overlords :

Rosie will kindly sit next to the child while they draw, chitchatting with them and playing along (Oh ? So is that my hat ? I see you pay attention to detail, sweetie. The color you chose for my dress is lovely, but have you considered that shade of red ? I think it'll fit better), though mainly trying to instaure a better sense of colors than the clashing red/green disaster that's currently happening. She'll like everything that's presented to her, gently guide through and nitpick a bit on the details (Draw inside the lines, darling, you're an artist after all !) for improvement. While she might not hang them around her house (least of all her workplace) because crayon is forever divorced from her general aesthetic, she'll keep an album of them.

Zestial would be quite surprised : a kid offering him a drawing ? Hasn't happened since last century. And it's him to boot ? Well, the gesture is nice. He'll keep it, or ask Carmilla to keep it for him. Might provide commentary and be needed to remember that five to eight years old don't have the same fine motor control and sense of perspective as Renaissance artists.

Carmilla would be perfectly normal about it, she's used to that, just like Husk. A drawing of her is met with a smile, she looks proud of it, and she'll probably keep it on her private desk at home (not at work, she's a weapons dealer and that might distract a bit from the seriousness of trade), in a frame, or like Rosie in an album. She might give points and tips to improve, otherwise she's just content letting the kid do whatever they want on that front.

The one I forgot :

LUCIFER, for hell's sake ! The guy's a dad. As a babysitter, he'll be the goofiest around, hyper and joyful and sometimes maybe a bit too much in wanting to constantly awe them, expect a rollercoaster ride of doing awesome things and napping like there's no tomorrow from all the exhaustion. He'll play with the kid nonstop, always being around, and when not agreeing to something will find a way to break out the "no" in a non confrontative and absolutely silly way ("Nnnnuhuhuhuuuu !" - top quote of 2024 for me, people). Really acts out the stories he's telling, he's a theater dad, dangit - to the point that anyone entering in the room can't tell who's the child and who's the adult. Will often talk about oh, you know, when Charlie was younger she did that just like you ! It was adorable. Best for bedtime stories, and general roleplaying - he'll 'faint' for 6 minutes and a half straight, and blame gravity afterwards. Great at distracting from dangerous stuff, to the point the kid doesn't know there even was danger. He'll just forget which rubber duck can spit fire and which doesn't, but once he realizes his mistake, whopee ! it's gone. Dealing with tantrums ? He'll just let the kid tire themselves out, until he can get his point across and make sure they'll listen. Might even add lalalaaa, can't hear you, talk to me once you're done~ and just be around doing his own things while keeping an eye on them. He'll always be around, but will let the kiddo have time for themselves and play on their own if they wish to.

A drawing of him ? The guy smiles so bright it lights up the whole room. He'll praise it to sky highs, even overpraising, like it's the second coming of Leonardo Da Vinci. Being someone creative himself, he'll be fully on board with drawings - sometimes accidentally one upping the kid in his enthusiasm and unwillingly creating an inferiority complex in the process. This is quickly resolved by offering to work together, and he likes nothing better than the patchwork of ideas and raw imagination. He'll keep whole albums, plural, of the stuff the kid does, and indefinitely gush about it (but a bit less than with Charlie - she's his daughter afterall).

Dunno if I'll do the heavenly side (Sera, Lute, Adam, Emily - boy, Adam's gonna be a disaster. Lute even worse, maybe), but if you're interested (or if, again, my brain says yeah let's do it), why not.

Welp, I seem physically incapable of writing a short post.

Again, Masterpost here.

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Log 11: A new day for mischief

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

My alarm goes off, 06:45 am.

Well, time to get the day going. I do the usual morning routine, put on at least half of my uniform on (an undershirt and work pants), and head down stairs to check on Fjord.

I could see he was on the floor, with most of the bed covering his upper body, snoring peacefully.

Setting up some breakfast for the both of us, take out some deer meat to defrost for today's dinner. I hear him shuffle around twords the kitchen.

"Good morrow lass. I see you're up early." He lets a little yawn out.

"Hey good morning Fjord. Want some bacon and eggs?", I figured I'd serve something a little special for today. "I still have some eggs, I'm cooking the bacon and some toast."

He sits down on the chair and enjoys the morning smells, "sounds fine, perhaps a bit recaf would do fine as well. I haven't had some in a while really.".

"Recaf? Don't you mean decaf?", I was wondering if he was confusing the two...not to mention I have never heard of 'recaf'.

Rubbing his eyes, shoots a confused look, "no, recaf. You know. The roasted black liquid that keeps you awake?".

I figured this was just another one of those things from his home that could be different from ours. "oh, you mean coffee? It's probably the same, just a different name.", I handed him my largest mug of black coffee for him.

He smells it, takes a sip, "Yep, that's it lass. Yet it's a little different.... doesn't taste like chared leather.". I offer him some milk to go with it, he lets me put a little milk in the coffee and takes a sip again.

Smacking his lips, I can see he's pleased with his coffee, "you really like to spoil your guests, do you lass?".

I felt a bit flattered, "well, it's how you should treat guests. So, let's see....", I take out another piece of paper and start jotting down anything we needed to resupply.

As Fjord was enjoying his breakfast, he suddenly took out a leather pouch from the bag. "So, last night I took a peek into the bag to see if there were anything worth finding and I believe you might be curious."

The bag made a heavy, almost chunky sound when it hit the wooden table. I went to pick it up and opened it. My jaw dropped to see that it was a bag of gold nuggets.

"Holy shit! Fjord this was in the bag, do you know this is?!", I was shocked to see how big they were, these weren't fool's gold either. These were genuine gold nuggets. Some of which looked like they were cut to be of similar size. "This was in the bag??"

"Yes, I figured the fists have been mining the area for so long, they must have found piss rocks.", stuck a strip of bacon into his mouth. His pupils dilated a little from with pleasure. "Oh this grox meat is fantastic."

Ignoring his comment about whatever a grox was. "Ok, I'm forever using 'piss rock' from now when referring to gold. Anyway, there must be thousands of dollars in this bag alone! Oh God has Aldercon been paying everyone in this amount? That explains why most of the businesses havent gone down since...", as I was speaking, he then takes several smaller bags.

"They're not that foolish to just throw money at people, it seems they separate it by amounts. Clever actually.", he takes a gold chunk from the bag and places it into one of the smaller bags. The chunk barley fit, but it was the same size as the interior of the bag.

There was a likely chance that the Marines at Fort Dorn have not only been paying everyone in the town with gold pieces, but it seems it's what been sustaining businesses around town that they alone seem to frequent.

"....the other day, I saw Bilhard pay Mrs Bellcaller with one of these bags....", I had the sudden realization that their involvement in the town was probably deeper than I anticipated.

"likely so", he finishes off his coffee and eggs. "Hopefully they weren't frugal enough to just limit themselves to a few places."

Taking out the list of people, I suddenly remember an old Hungarian folk riddle,

"What does not rule, take gold or enforce are those who raise a whole village. Seven pillers with seven duties to seven worlds."

This riddle was one my grandpa from my father's side would harass me with, he was suffering from dementia by the time he kept eeriely repeating this to 5 year old me, but I was never able to answer the riddle.

Seven pillars, seven duties, seven worlds...."....this is referring to jobs in a village."

Fjord could see the cogs in my head spinning, "hmm...never was good with riddles myself...Sten or maybe Toke would know.", he gets up to see what clothes he was going to wear and I could here grumble a bit in that strange language I hear Big Blue speak in, but it sounded like it had a Norwegian dialect rather than an Italian one.

"You ok over there?", I asked.

From the living room, "Yes I'm fine lass, I'm just wondering why in the name of Russ do these garbs look so sad. I wasn't expecting the Fists to be fancy or nothing, but look at this.", he comes out with a pair of well worn overalls and Beetles shirt from the 70's.

I giggle at how he was able to mismatch his outfit. "Hold on a second, let me help you there."

We settled on a pair of old jeans, a plain white shirt and that aviator jacket. As for shoes, he would have to make do barefoot until we got to town.

I get to thinking about the riddle and the list of names, "wait.....", I unceremoniously search for the answer of the riddle on my phone and see it's a list of villagers; Merchant, Inn Keepr, Blacksmith, Clergy, Apothecist, Huntsman and Carpenter.

I glanced to the corner of my phone and saw that it was about time to leave. "I'll figure it out later, come in Fjord, I'll see if I can make room in my car.", Fjord had somehow found another interesting item to add to his casual disguise. A pair of sunglasses.

"what do you think lass?", flashing a toothy smile.

"It looks great, come on, let's see if we can fit you in the car.", as we head outside, the patrol was nowhere to be seen. "Ugh....Fjord. Did you hear anything last night?"

He peaked over my shoulder and was equally perplexed. "Oh...well ....is it our problem still?".

The fact there doesn't even seem to be any sign of the car being there. Not even tire tracks. I look to my mailbox and see there's a conspicuous new....'thing'....about my mailbox.

"WHO PAINTED MY MAILBOX YELLOW?", the both of us check it and see that there was also mail. There was a folder, that was being used as a makeshift letter envelope.

It was from Aldercon.

"oh goodie, he found out where I live.", I open and it's a handwritten letter with a large crimson wax seal decorated with a skull with wings, the sentiment itself was too whimsical to have come from him.

Dear, Lorencia Lakatos Drake

We have successfully pinpointed the location of you address, it would see that it has taken less than the originally estimated 12 hours for fuzzball to get you into a serious predicament with the local law enforcement. If you had guessed that one of my marines has driven by, found the turned over police vehicle and took initiative to remove the car, clean up the evidence and report this to me. You would be correct. As for fuzzball, we will give him a warning before we will have to DETAIN him for poor behavior until his battle brothers return If you are reading this letter around the hours of 06:25 hours to 07:25, than my estimations where correct to your morning routine. I have also requested the men to provide you with an alternative transport vehicle to better accommodate the rest of your team.

Signing off,

Chaplain Aldercon

Nevermind, it was from him.

"....why does he keep calling me 'fuzzball', also....what vehicle?", turning around, giving me a light tap on my shoulder. "Lass, looks like you won't have to do much about the space."

I turned around to my car to see that there was now a HUGE jet grey pickup truck. It wasn't of any recognizable model or make or anything. I mean neat I got a new truck but it stood out like a sore thumb. "Woah...it ....looks like something I am not supposed to have as a civilian.", speaking through clenched teeth pretending I'm actually ok with this.

Contrary to what I was feeling, Fjord was actually pleased with the truck. "Come on! As you said, let's get on with day.", he hops into the passenger seat.

I take a look inside and I'm having a rather interesting time visually understanding what was going on. The driver side was proportionate to a regular car's driver seat, get the rest of the car could accommodate at least three armor less Marines. "Looks roomy.". I can see there was a key on the dashboard, I plug it in and the engine itself sounded like a jet engine. "Oooooh boy this is going to take some getting use to.", my toe barley weighs on the gas pedal and the truck gives a good jolt.

Fjord looks at me, "would you like to handle navigation lass?". I look at him knowing very well he wasn't going to fit in the seat.

"no worries...let's go", with a rocky start, we head into the downtown area.

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Jeff was sitting in one of the cells, he had slept in the locking himself in the vein attempt to protect himself from the horror he had experienced.

Officers Mark and Beck look at him with bemusement and unsurprised expectations.

"Ugh, so buddy .....yah sure it wasn't no bear?", Mark remarked.

Sipping from his mug, his more portly partner is a bit more concerned. "Yeah...also....you mean tell us....you left your ex with a bear last night?".

With bloodshot eyes and a thousand yard stare. "It....was ..no.... FUCKING bear, it was one of those metal FREAKS!", he stood up and furiously shook the bars. "They ain't human.... they're monsters.....some..... government experiment or something. They're dangerous....I mean....YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN WHAT IT DID TO MY PATROL CAR MAN!!", as he was shouting, he was reliving last night's encounter and in his mind he only remembers the red glowing eyes and the earth shattering growls.

Mark and Beck were both taken a back by Jeff's state.

"Ugh....maybe you should...tell the chief?", Mark asked, no longer amused but worried about his fellow officer.

The door to the police station blasts open, "JEFFERY! IN MY OFFICE!", it was Chief of Police Maxwell J. Colt. Unlike Jeff, he was a far more respectable member of the force yet he is also the reason why Jeff has a job to begin with. He could see Jeff in the holding cell, looking like a slumped, sad wet bag. "Why are you in the holding cell boy?", his anger simmered to concern.

"Dad! Those metal freaks! One nearly killed me a-and wrecked the patrol car a-and I was trying to save Lorey a-", as his son was blathering words, the Chief's eye was twitching.

"For the love of God, what did I tell you about bothering Drake?! Yah know damn well I've told dozens of not thousands of times to leave her be! That girl just lost her grandfather.....where is your gun?", he had begun to become furious again, "I swear boy if you lost your god damn gun again I a-"

Jeff opened the cell door, "The metal guy crushed my gun in its hands like peanut brittle! We got to warm everyone that these freaks are dangerous!", he grabbed his father desperately by his collar, something he had never done.

Chief Maxwell knew his son well enough that the look on his face wasn't some childish plee. He was genuinely frighten. "....metal freaks? Those things the boys up in Tillamook keeps pandering me about?", he wasn't concerned with the Marines, but he had just about had enough of the soldiers at Tillamook for his own selfish reasons.

Ever since the space marines had been cropped up once and awhile, occasionally there would be some strange mishapsl or property destruction the station wouldn't be able to help with. Not to mention Marines that have appeared to have efficiently help the public better than the police, the public had been giving him a tough time.

"....fine....go wash up boy, you look like a mess.", he dryly commanded. Jeff, still shaking, he goes to the shower rooms to wash up. "As for you two, send out a public safety announcement about these.....metal fellers. It's clear they don't have any respect for the law.".

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Driving in my possible assault vehicle, I couldn't help but feel even more like a fish out of water. I could see the locals gawking at truck. Fjord was just relaxing, looking at the town and all it had to offer.

"So, where to lass", he sticks his head out the window to get a little bit of fresh air, I couldn't blame because the smell of "New Car" wasn't a favorite of mine either.

"well, we have to head to Bellcaller's. I'd to ask them a few questions.", suddenly the dashboard turned on, notifying me that my phone was ringing. "Woah...when did this.... sync to my phone?", i could see it was Ronnie, "hey Ronnie what's up?".

"Hey Lorey, you feeling better? Listen James left me in charge for the day. So you got two options, you can either take the day off or bring the station something to grill for later. Jonas is bringing her grill and the others are bringing something things too.", it sounded like they were having a party.

"Woah really? What do you need me to get? Also are you celebrating something?", I couldn't remember off the top of my head what he could be doing this for.

"Oh yah know, word on the street is that Jeffy got his shit rocked by something last night. Pluuuus it's Big Bear Week! The bears in the area passed their expected weights for the season. Nice fat and happy bears means we get a little extra.", Bear week was already a made up holiday we came up with to boost our morels, it was extra special special when the bears in area already seem happy and healthy in spite of it being so early in the year.

"Great, let's see, anyone in the mood for ribs and steaks?", it was a bit above my budget but it was for a party. Plus with a gold nugget, I could pay for myself for several purchases.

"Wait, if you want to I could get a deer or two. It will just be a few minutes.", Fjord interjected offering to help.

"Ugh, who's that?", Ronnie asked.

"Oh ugh, hey listen, since you're in charge ugh can I bring a friend along? He's visiting from out of town.", Ronnie was pretty chill with this sort of thing. Hopefully in spite of everything it would be fine.

"Yeah sure, but I'm not sure if the gang here likes deer Lorey, the ribs, hotdogs and maybe some chicken would do? I heard the stakes are getting high if you catch my drift.", he wasn't too far off in using that pun, things have gotten more pricey.

"Ok, I'll stop by the store and get some stuff. Sodas too?", just to add to the list.

"Nah, Shelly is bringing the tasty craft stuff from her cousin down south. See you there!", he hung up.

"Ok, looks like Bellcaller is going to have to wait. I guess this counts as a welcome party for you, right Fjord?".

He nodded with a smile. "Yah comrades sounds like a lot of fun. Let's bring a feast than.".

A little later we headed inside one of the local shops, heading straight to the meat and fish section. Fjord looked surprisingly over stimulated, his whole being felt a lot out of place. As I grabbed a good amount of meat for at least ten staff members and a two person serving size of steak for Fjord, I could feel some glaces and stares from the people in the store. However, some looked a little bit different from the looks they would give the Marines from Fort Dorn.

These were oblong looks of curious judgement. Unlike the clean shaven upright look of Bilhard. Fjord was wild looking, his hair was past shoulder length, unkept and looked closer to a lion's main, he looked like something out of a comic book from much he somewhat stood out.

He was genuinely something out of the ordinary given a second glance and uniquely special.

As we pass by the liquor section, he just casually picks up 2 kegs of beer like empty cardboard boxes! He was extremely strong, hoisting them on to his shoulders like nothing.

If his looks didn't attract your attention, his Herculean strength would.

The cashier had her mouth agape in wonder. "S-sir, would like any help with that?", she looked like she didn't know whether to frighten or swooned.

"Oh no thank madame. I can handle it.", his flirtatious smile sent her face in a flurry of flush.

"Oh my~, that will be $278.76 please", well that was to be expected.

Fjord leaned forward a little, "Thank you lass.", the wink and flashing fangs sent her nearly fainting.

I just gave him a cocked brow, "really?"

He chuckled quietly, "I was trying to get her to faint so you could take the food and run.", hopefully he was joking. "By the way, shouldn't you have paid her the gold?".

At first I originally did plan on that, but I figured it was for good reason why on a few people were being paid in the coins. "It's fine Fjord, besides one of those chunks is worth five months salary. I'll be fine."

As we load the truck we head off to the reserve station. It looked like a medium sized building with a fire watch tower, a kennel area to hold the recovering animals in a barn for supplies.

"Welcome to the Pine Hills nature reserve and observation station, Fjord.", I get out and nearly trip, I'm definitely not use to big trucks.

He got out and looked at the building, taking a deep whiff of the area. He helped with the items and was greeted by Jonas.

"Hey Hey-woah....nice truck....looked like a small spaceship...who's ugh...who's your buddy here?", at first Jonas had only seen me get the meat out from the back. Then she glanced at Fjord, again showing off his inhuman strength by lifting nearly 30 gallons on his shoulders. "Daaaaaaaaamn.....Lorey is that like ..... superman or something?", she leaned whispering like he can't hear her.

"Jonas, this Fjord. He's a friend of mine and he'll be staying with me for a bit.

Fjord, with his hands full, "Greetings Jonas. Fine day this morn'." He turns his head to the directions of the trees, very faintly hearing birds and other animals nearly miles away. "Lovely territory you all have here.", he confidently walks off.

Jonas was dumbfounded, "Lorey please tell you guys are fucking."

Nearly snapping my neck to turn to her, "Jonas! I said he's a friend what the hell?"

She helped grab the rest of the food. "guuuuurl like daaaaaaaaamn where did you get this guy I mean like vava voom!", she was a person to speak her mind a bit too loudly.

"Oh stop it, please.", having the flashes of his soaked, hairy chest and abs from last night...I couldn't blame Jonas for her boisterous outburst. "Come on, let's get your grill going. I got ribs here so we can just get that going."

"Lalala-Lorey, come on seriously are you guys dating? Does he have a brother? I mean if you guys aren't a thing can I be the thing? Also where's he from? He sounds European.", Jonas was shooting questions rapid fire before I can actually answer them.

We get into the station and I already the other are curious watching Fjord helping them as well.

Ronnie gave me a look knowing that I probably knew something about this. He must have figured out something a little extraordinary was going on.

Shelly, Anderson and Carly( junior volunteers and ages 15 and 17) and Clara were asking Fjord just as much questions as Jonas was asking me.

Fjord seemed he was liking the friendly attention. Anderson was the youngest out of our staff and was Jame's eldest grandson.

"Like dude what pre-workouts do you take man!?", he jumps on to Fjord's outreached arm and is holding on like of it was a push up bar.

"Ugh, it's just regular exercise lad. Nothing much really.", his answer was vague but Anderson took it.

"Lorey, girl you have been hold out on us! He looks like he came right out of Viking heaven.", Clara shaking my shoulders a little.

"You mean Valhalla?", I corrected her politely.

"yeah sure, big, tall handsome guy heaven.", she was ogling him hard.

Jonas was also trying to get chummy with me, "yeah, you should see the Batmobile she has outside, looks like she upgraded more than her ride.".

The innuendos were getting silly by this point. "ok ok, guys this is Fjord, he's a friend of mine and he's going to stay with me in the meantime."

Fjord turns to give this little sad puppy dog pout look, " what do you mean 'meantime', am I going somewhere?".

I give him a reassuring pat on his back, I get him to lean down whisper in his ear, "Don't worry you're not going anywhere, it's just a bit, remember, low profile.", I scratch the back of head a little to give him a more clearer sign.

His head adjusts to my open palm to get a better feel, it felt a little strange but in a pleasant way. His sunglasses slip down a little and I see his eyes. I'm not too certain what I was feeling, but it felt good.

Jonas and the rest of the girls were giving me a smug look, grinning.

"hehe, so what's on the agenda for today?", I asked Ronnie who's been sitting off to the side just enjoying the uplifted energy in the room.

Ronnie got up, "Well, I've check the cameras again....and another came up."

Fjord tilted his head a bit, wondering what did Ronnie mean.

"wow really? Can we see on the big monitor?", Carly asked.

Ronnie's smile shrunk a little, "I don't know....it ain't for the faint of heart.....it's a live attack this time. Ain't no roadkill dinner if you know I'm saying."

I began to feel a little worried and wondered if it is was another one of the more freakier ones. "Pull it up. I think we may need to take those ones seriously.". I could feel that I may have laid it too thick with the tension in the room my tone.

Ronnie, understanding my concerns, "alright, let's go. Does your friend want to see too?"

Fjord, also sensing my tone, "Yes. I'll take a gander."

A few minutes later, all of the staff had gathered in the projection room to see this week's wildlife cam footage.

This time it was during early dusk, after a few skipped seconds of racoons, bears and other smaller wildlife, finally hitting on the target timeframe.

It was a huge buck, it looked heavy and was munching away on the foliage. There was the faint snapping of twigs. What was odd was that the buck looked up to the trees and not to its eye level. Suddenly a blueish blur flashed down on the deer, pushing it slightly off screen, the sounds of its panicked screams were enough to freeze the blood in our veins. The squealing was competing with the crushes and squelching of ravaged bone and flesh. The deer stopped, all there was left was tearing of flesh, wet chewing and ripping.

Ronnie skipped about 30 seconds ahead and revealed the face of the attacker. It was a marine, but this one was different, he looked like he had ears? His upper body was covered in different patchworks of....his prey....some of which concerningly had no fur on it. His whole head was red with deer blood, obscuring any other detail. He stopped away, humming grumbling a tune, with what was left of the deer over his shoulder.

Everyone in the room was terrified, everyone expect Fjord. I turned to see that same, lazor focused glare that Bilhard and Aldercon had sported most of the time.

The look of readiness for combat.

For Fjord, this was just another mission for him to put on his mental list. He looked like he's seen the marine before too.

Ronnie, expressionless, turned off the projector. "Ok, now that y'all saw that. What are yah thoughts?", he asked casually.

Everyone in the room had varying degrees of fear. None of have them had ever seen one of the Marines just rip apart a deer like that. Unlike the social media posts of the snuff footage of Marines in urban areas, this was an entirely different context. This was a marine that was well adjusted to hunting in the wild, where there are no cops, no witnesses and certainly no one to hear the scream of they fell prey to him.

"Now, what is...the big difference between this guy, and....this guy.", he connects the projector with his phone. Showing clips of Big Blue and other Marines. "hmm?"

Anderson, probably scared out of his mind raises his hand, "ugh....they...help people?"

Ronnie, nodding yes, "yep...what else?"

Clara although looking like she wasn't bothered by the previous footage, reluctantly raises her hand, "The other freaky one just ate a buck like a burger order?"

"mmmmclose...but what else?"

Fjord, stoically answered, "He's corrupted."

Everyone was a little confused at Fjord, including me.

Carly spoke up in a shaking voice, she was probably effected by the footage the most since her specialty is taking care of the deer. "What do you mean corrupted?".

Fjord pulls back a little to being a little tense. "Ugh, he's corrupted....he's feral, cruel and he enjoyed the part where he tore into the beasty. Eating it was just a perk.", he tried sounding like he was making an analysis....but it came off a bit out of pocket.

Ronnie gave a sigh, "Well...Fjord ain't wrong. This one....is dangerous, and he CAN'T be reasoned with. There's something clearly wrong with him. That's for sure. These other ones, they're good. They can talk, they CAN be reasoned with....and they don't attack people for no reason. One is an animal....in the worst way....the other is....well....not an animal....like....I'm sure they're like....super guys under all that armor and stuff. So, Shelly, Clara I want you guys to make a state issued warning about this specific metal man. It ain't worth bothering the wrong guy."

A bell chimes in and everyone jumps in their seats shouting, it was James. Smiling that good ol' cowboy smile of his.

"Yep. Better start telling the difference. This will mean though we'll have to shut some of the parks around the area down and monitor their activities."

I look to Fjord, he looks like he had already smelled James coming in a mile away. He give my a glance.

"oh James. Ugh. Any sign of the three greyish blue ones? They seemed reasonable enough.", as I asked, Fjord looked chuffed at the statement.

"Hmmm...nope. haven't seen them in two days actually." He gives Fjord a side glance. Knowing well what and who he is. "Hello Fjord."

"Oh, good evening Jamie. How's it going?", he gives a cute awkward smile like he's been caught doing something wrong.

I knew Sten knew James, but I guess he also knew Fjord too. No surprise the three were stuck to the hip to each other.

"Also, be aware that Chief Colt is aware of these fellers. Unfortunately, he giving them the same treatment he give anything that bothers him.", he lifts up a printed warning from the Police Station with what looks like a cartoon version of Fjord's armor with big sharp teeth, claws and fire all over. It looks like Jeff hasn't gotten batter at drawing since highschool.

"..........Is it?", I ask painfully.

James, with a deep sigh, "yeeeeeeeeeeup. So, if you all see one of these metal folks acting all ornery and all that unpleasantness I hope you take the proper precautions to take care of yourselves. The others, the more civil ones....are just passing by. Just pretend they're like the bears and wolves around these parts. It's one who be looking for you...that you should ponder about. Also which one of you brought those kegs, drinking isn't allowed during work hours.", he casually ended.

Fjord, reluctantly raised his hand.

James gave an unsurprised look, "hmmm. Fjord would you kindly save those beers for after-hours? It's just a part of reverse policy.", he let a little chuckle.

Releaved he wasn't in real trouble, he slumped right up. "Yes sir, I thought I'd bring some for the merriment of Bear Week?". He collected the kegs and head to the truck to store into in the air conditioning.

"Lorey, may I speak with you in private?", he turned to me.

"Yes James.", I knew what he wanted to talk to me about.

"As for y'all, prep the food, I see that we have a good amount of meat for the celebration today.", he nodded and we both headed to his office.

End of Log 11

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 17

*Hey, guys! We're back with another episode and things are gonna get intense since we're reaching to the end! This episode is published on April 21, 2024. If you guys like this episode/chapter, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: slight smut, violence, vulgar language, and blood. Enjoy!*

Episode Seventeen: Incoming Invasion

In the middle of the peaceful night, Husk lays on Angel’s puffy chest and purrs at the softness subconsciously until he groans in his sleep.

Flashes of his friends are fighting something dark.

Cherri is falling off of a roof of a tall building.

Angel and Blitz is surrounded by the dark creatures with guns out.

Emily stands alone, her dark powers rising behind her with anger shown on her face. She stands in front of Clara and Odette, who has their weapons out.

Carmilla Carmine cries out for someone, tears streaming down on her face.

Charlie turns into her full demon form, red eyes and white pupils darting glares into Morrigan’s yellow eyes. Morrigan smirks like she has the upper hand while Charlie has the pitchfork almost stabbing her.

Vaggie fights against Orais with Sebastian and Eleanor helping her.

Alastor has red and orange colors around him, staring into Husk’s eyes with stitched up smile.

Husk then gasps awake under the rubble. The place seems familiar...almost like he’s back at the hotel. He pushes the rubble away and stumbles out to the red light. Once he’s at the front porch of the hotel, his eyes widen in shock. His fur stands on its ends to find dead bodies everywhere.

“No...No!” Husk utters while covering his head. “This is a dream now! This has to be a dream!”

Husk looks around to see how his friends died. Charlie is laying on the steps, her neck snapped. Vaggie lays on her side, stabbed by multiple spears. Alastor, even, has his body tore in half, black goo dripping from his carcass. Emily has a hole on her chest, blood pouring out on the concrete she’s laying on. Sir Pentious has a sword pierced into his stomach, his back against the wall. Cherri lays on her back on the ground with blood pooling around her head as if she hit her head while falling. Nifty has a boulder on top of her, her small body crushed by the weight. Bella and Nora are bury underneath the rubble with Sebastian and Eleanor, holding hands loosely.

Husk shakes his head in denial as he glances to the side to find that the I.M.P crew, including Stolas, Octavia, and Fizz did not meet a kinder fate. Stolas lays on the boulder, bullethole on his shoulder and the holy glow seeping into his skin. Octavia has a hole in her abdomen of a gunshot wound, dead next to bleeding Loona. The hellhound’s body has many broken bones. Blitz has a hole in the forehead, Moxxie has his head cut off, and Millie has her heart ripped out. What the three has in common is the gold glow spreading through their veins. Fizz has his robotic limbs torn off completely, making him unable to function and lifeless from the bullet in his forehead.

Husk starts to breathe heavily in fear as he look to find Angel laying on his side, curled up. He gasps in fear, tears edging out of his eyes.

“No,” he utters before running towards Angel and collapsing on his knees. He turns Angel up to find that he’s hugging his dead pig, Fat Nuggets. “Fuck, no. Angel. Angel? Anthony?!”

Husk hears a small gasp from Angel, watching him fluttering his two eyes open. He trembles, holding Angel in his arms.

“Anthony?” Husk calls, seeing Angel’s head turn up at the sound of his real name being called.

“You knew this would happen, did you?” Angel utters with tears.

“Tony--”

“No...you fucking knew this would happen. Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve avoid the whole thing.”

Husk breathes heavily and shakes his head. “Angel, I swear I know nothing about this. I-I-I know nothing about this.”

“You do now,” Angel says before finally releasing his last breath.

Husk shakes his head again in denial. “No, no! Angel, come back to me! Please, Tony! Please! Please! Come back to me!”

Husk glances up to the sky to find a black hole, sucking all the buildings. “What the--?”

The red sky is sucked into the black hole along with the grounds of Hell. Before he knows it, the pieces of Heaven and pieces of Earth is sucked into the black hole, leaving everything dark.

Husk starts to have trouble breathing.

“Husk? Husk? Henry, baby, wake up,” Angel’s voice echoes in Husk’s dream.

~.~

Husk gasps for air, snapping his eyes open to find him clinging onto Angel.

“Henry?”

Husk glances up at Angel, seeing that he’s alive and well in real life.

“What’s going on?” Angel asks.

Flashes of Angel’s dead body appears in Husk’s vision when he looks at Angel. Husk stumbles off of him with a gasp, falling off the bed.

“Baby?” Angel calls.

Husk grabs his head, seeing visions of his friends’ dead bodies everywhere. “Stop. Stop. Stop.”

Angel hops off the bed and wraps his four arms around Husk. “Baby, breathe. Breathe.”

Husk tries to breathe in and out deeply.

“There you go, baby. You got it. I’m right here.”

“You’re gonna die,” Husk utters tearfully. “Everyone here is going to die--”

“Baby, it’s just a dream--”

“It damn well better be a dream. Otherwise, I don’t know how to live without you.”

Angel softens his gaze with a smile. “I don’t know how to live without you either.” He brings his boyfriend up into his arms, extending two extra limbs to cradle Husk.

Husk rubs his head against Angel’s fluffy chest, purring. “I love you, Tony.”

“HOLY SHIT! HUSK AND ANGEL ARE SLEEPING WITH SOME RANDOS NAMED TONY AND HENRY!!” Nifty screams from outside of the room, ruining the moment.

“Uh,” Angel utters in confusion.

“THOSE FUCKING HOMEWRECKERSSSS!!” Sir Pentious barks from outside.

“WAIT A SECOND! THEY MIGHT BE IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP!” Blitz shouts. “HOLY SHIT! WHICH OF THE FOUR OF YOU TOPS?!”

Husk sighs. “THOSE ARE OUR REAL NAMES, DUMBASSES!!”

“ARE YOU SURE?!” Sir Pentious questions loudly.

“IT’S FOUR O’CLOCK IN THE FUCKING MORNING! WHAT’S WITH ALL THE SCREAMING?!?” Vaggie yells.

“HUSK AND ANGEL ARE CHEATING ON EACH OTHER!!!” Nifty claims loudly.

“THEY MIGHT BE IN A FUCKING POLY RELATIONSHIP!” Blitz argues back with her. “WHICH I LOVE THAT FOR YOU GUYS! YOU GO TEAM! FEEL FREE TO GET INTO FOURSOMES! DON’T MIND US!!!”

Husk slaps his forehead. “Idiots.”

Angel sighs in discouragement. He lets Husk go and walks over to the door, opening it to reveal Nifty, Sir Pentious, Blitz, and tired Vaggie staring up at him.

“Does it look like there’s the four of us in here?!” Angel shouts at them.

Blitz looks into the room. “Well, the other two might be hiding somewhere. Hey, Henry! Tony--!”

“It’s Anthony,” Angel responds in a deadpan tone.

Blitz gasps. “I knew it! I knew you guys are in a poly relationship!”

“What?” Nifty and Sir Pentious respond in unison.

“Angel corrected me on Anthony’s name. That means the four of them know each other and thus in a poly relationship!” Blitz theorizes.

“No! We’re not!” Husk snaps. “Henry and Anthony are our real names! Anthony!” he points to Angel, referring to him as Anthony. Then he points at himself. “Henry!”

The group takes a moment to process the information.

“Oh! Henry and Anthony are your real names before you died!” Blitz gasps in realization.

“YES!” Both Husk and Angel answers in unison.

The group stays silent for second.

Vaggie sighs and looks up at them. “Do you want us to call you guys Henry and Anthony--?”

“No,” both Angel and Husk respond in unison.

“Okay, we have our answer then. Now let’s just go back to sleep,” Vaggie announces to the group before storming off to find her room she shares with Charlie and Bella.

Blitz’s eyes sparkle and coos, “Aww, you guys call each other by your real names. That’s so cute! I love that for you both.”

Nifty sighs in disappointment. “Aww man, I don’t get to punish bad boys.”

Sir Pentious wipes the sweat off of his brow with a sigh in relief. “Let’sss get back to bed. Shall we?”

Sir Pentious, Nifty, and Blitz walk away from the couple with Blitz smirking to himself.

Angel shuts the door and looks at his short boyfriend. “You know, babe, maybe we should tell everyone our real names so that no one thinks we’re cheating on each other.”

“Heh, it’s kind of funny now thinking about it. We should’ve make a mystery and let them assume we’re in a poly relationship,” Husk says with a chuckle.

Angel smirks at Husk. “Aw, Husky, are you really cheating on me with this Anthony guy?”

“Hey, you’re the one cheating on me with this Henry fucker. Whoever the fuck he is,” Husk teases his tall boyfriend.

“Maybe we should invite our little homewreckers over and get some action on. What do you say?” Angel flirts with Husk.

“What kind of action are we talking about?” Husk flirts back.

Angel cups Husk’s face. “You know what kind of action I’m talking about.”

Husk hums. “This isn’t a goodbye kind of thing?”

“Oh no, baby. We don’t have to say goodbye,” Angel says while picking Husk up and pinning him against the wall. “In fact, we don’t have to go all the way tonight.”

Husk blushes madly. “Fuck you.”

“Only if you want to fuck me, baby,” Angel teases Husk.

Husk hides his face in his hands while groaning in embarrassment. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Oh, I do,” Angel says before his eyes move down to find his boyfriend’s erection pressed against his pants. A smirk corners on Angel’s voice. “Are you sure you don’t need help down there?” One of his bottom set of hands squeezes the bulge.

Husk lets out a moan in shock. “The fuck?”

“I’m being gentle,” Angel whispers to Husk, reassuring him. “You feel so warm down there, baby.”

Angel squeezes Husk’s bulge gently, letting him moan more.

“I’ll do it if you let me, baby,” Angel whispers. “Just say the word and I’ll do it.”

Husk huffs, his furry face sweating. “You know, you can be a bastard sometimes.”

“Am I sexy bastard?”

“Fuck yeah, you are.”

Angel crashes his lips into Husk’s, moaning into the kiss. They start to kiss passionately, their bodies pressing against each others.

“Fuck, baby,” Husk breathes once Angel breaks away from him.

Angel presses his lips again, sliding his tongue past Husk’s lips so effortlessly. Husk opens his mouth wider, letting his tongue lick the bottom of Angel’s.

Angel breaks away from Husk. “You’re getting good at this.”

“What can I say? I have a good teacher,” Husk says, almost out of breath.

“Do you want me to teach you everything else?” Angel asks in a husky tone, letting his bottom set of hands unbuckle Husk’s pants, but not moving them unless Husk is okay with it.

Husk blushes when he feels his pants undone. “I thought you said we weren’t going all the way tonight.”

“I mean, unless you want me to,” Angel says while going into Husk’s pants and pulling out of Husk’s dick.

Husk blushes madly and looks away from his erection in his lover’s hand with embarrassment.

“I was just going to suck it for you. Unless you have other plans,” Angel adds with a smirk.

Husk looks up at Angel and leans back against the wall comfortably. “How about you take control tonight?”

Angel widens his eyes in shock. “Me? Take control? Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t want to invade your boundaries.”

“I’ll tell you when you are. For now, you get to take control. Be the top. Val usually gets you to be the bottom in most of his shows, right?”

“Well, yeah, but...are you sure--?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I ain’t your client and I ain’t Valentino. So, you get to decide if you want to go all the way or not.”

“Do you want to go all the way?”

Husk smirks. “Maybe. Unless this is a goodbye kind--”

“No, it’s not.”

Husk relaxes. “Then do what you want with me. But I’ll let you know when you’ve crossed the line, got it?”

“I got you, boo~”

~.~

Blitz walks outside of the hallway with a slurpee until he hears a needy moan from within one of the rooms. It sounds like Husk, which seems a bit odd to hear from.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” Husk cries from within the room.

“Holy shit, these bitches are going to town,” Blitz utters before nodding in approval. “Good for them. Good for them.”

With that said, Blitz walks away and back to his room he shares with his crew including Stolas, Fizz, and Octavia.

~.~

The next morning, the light is getting darker, showing that there’s not a lot of time.

Everyone, except for Angel and Husk, is standing at a military formation with Vaggie walking across in front of them like a drill sergeant.

“Alright, everybody, listen up!” Vaggie calls out to the group. “The world’s ending and the light is getting darker! We don’t have a lot of time in our hands! So we’re going to need train and train hard! This isn’t the time to play around. And--” Vaggie notices Angel and Husk missing. “Where’s Angel and Husk?”

Blitz smirks and makes a sign by forming a hole with his one hand and using his index finger to point into the hole.

“Blitzy,” Stolas scolds quietly.

“What? They were doing it last night,” Blitz responds.

Vaggie groans and hurries up towards the room where Husk and Angel are at, pounding at their door. “Get up! You guys need to train with everyone else!”

“Five more minutes,” Husk moans tiredly from the other side of the door.

“What a bitch,” Angel groans, but isn’t as quiet as he thought it would come out.

Vaggie’s face turns red with anger as she kicks down the door with so much force.

“What the fuck?!” Husk shouts, covering his nakedness with the blanket.

“Get your fucking clothes on! The world’s going to end soon, and if we don’t get out there and train, we’ll lose everything!” Vaggie shouts, throwing Husk’s discarded pants at them without caring why it’s off in the first place.

“Man, alright! Alright! Geez, fucking bitch,” Angel groans while both Husk put on his pants.

Vaggie rolls her eyes at them. “Malditos idiotas(Fucking idiots).”

“¡Escuchamos eso, perra!(We heard that, bitch!),” Husk shouts from the other room.

Vaggie groans and walks away from them.

Angel and Husk has their clothes on, walking out of their rooms getting themselves together. As they stand next to the others, they notice Husk and Angel’s furs disheveled.

“Alright!” Vaggie continues with her announcements. “As I was saying, we need to train! It’s only the matter of time before we have to fight against Morrigan and Orais and stop the world from ending!”

“What are we waiting for?!” Sir Pentious determines. “Let’ssss get to fucking training!”

With that said, everyone nods their heads along with Sir Pentious words.

~.~

The group disperses amongst themselves with Lilith talking to the cannibals and teaching them how to fight better.

Stolas uses his Grimoire book to teach Octavia some magic in battle, throwing fireballs at the training dummies to demonstrate for her.

Octavia forms a fireball that is flickering until it explodes in front of them. Stolas puts a protective arm around her and forms a small reassuring smile at her. He places her hands and helps her create the fireball in her hands. She gasps happily, but notices her fireball turning purple.

Stolas cocks his head to the training dummies to tell her to release it.

With a small smile, Octavia releases the purple fire onto the training dummy in front of her, setting it ablaze with purple fire. Her eyes sparkle as she hops in excitement.

Meanwhile, Blitz fires the pistol at all the bottles up on the shelves with Angel firing his bullets at the moving dummies from next to Blitz.

Moxxie takes out bottles that Blitz isn’t shooting while Millie and Nifty works together to slash through the training dummies on the other side of the fortress.

Clara and Odette are busy helping Sir Pentious build his new airship that won’t be disintegrated so easily by an angel’s beam of light.

Cherri watches at Sir Pentious with a loving gaze, watching him getting excited like a small child.

Husk throws the pink glowing dice while Fizz aims the gun and shoots them, blowing them up.

Angel notices his boyfriend helping Fizz with his gun more. Then he speaks in Italian, “Non posso credere di averti fatto urlare ieri sera.(I can’t believe I made you scream last night).”

Husk hears that and turns to Angel. Angel smirks at him, expecting Husk to be confused by what he said.

Husk gives his lover a flirty smirk and says, “Te l'avevo detto che ero vergine, vero? (I told you that I was a virgin, right?).”

Angel widens his eyes, blushing. “You didn’t tell me you can speak Italian.”

“There’s a lot of things I don’t tell you, mi amore,” Husk says while wiggling his brows.

“Sick! You both can speak Italian?!” Blitz gasps in shock. “So can I! Watch!” The imp clears his throat and says, “Siete entrambe le mie puttane!(You both are my bitches!).”

Angel and Husk widen their eyes.

“What?” Blitz questions.

“Do you know what you said?” Angel probes.

“No, why?” Blitz inquires.

Fizz rolls his eyes with a scoff. “You just told them that they’re your bitches.”

“Wait, you can speak Italian?” Husk questions.

“Yeah...well, some of it,” Fizz says. “Enough to know the curse words.”

“Wait, that’s what it actually means? Damn it, Moxxie,” Blitz groans.

“What did I do?” Moxxie questions defensively.

“Did you teach me some Italian thing from your mob family?”

“What? No!”

“Ugh, must be Chazwick saying that about you and Millie while he’s fucking me senseless,” Blitz says while recalling where he hears that Italian phrase.

“Ew, I don't need to know that!” Moxxie snarls in disgust.

"Has Chaz been better in bed?" Millie asks.

"No, he's still terrible in bed," Blitz responds.

Stolas almost chokes when he hears about Blitz’s ventures. He covers Octavia’s ears and tries to get her to continue practicing her magic.

Vaggie comes up from behind the group. “Is this seriously the conversation we need to talk about at a time like this?! Keep training, guys! We don’t have time to waste!”

“We’re trainin’. We’re trainin’,” Blitz responds with a groan.

~.~

Carmilla hands Bella a battle hammer that is glowing and Nora a battle-axe.

“Sweet!” Nora chirps and flies up to swing her axe at the dummies.

Sebastian and Eleanor sniffle tearfully.

“That’s our daughter,” Sebastian says proudly.

Eleanor nods in agreement.

However, Charlie seems cautious when Bella is handed a battle hammer.

“Um...are you sure you should give her that?” Charlie questions.

“Yeah, it’s light enough for both of them to carry. Don’t worry,” Carmilla reassures Charlie while Bella is swinging her hammer around the background.

Loona tears through the training dummies.

Alastor watches with a bit of an unsure grin at Loona.

Meanwhile, Vaggie gives Emily an angelic spear and starts training her how to fight with the spear.

Emily seems to get a good handle of the spear, but she stumbles during her training fight with Vaggie. Vaggie helps her up and keeps teaching her.

Charlie, Eleanor, and Sebastian help train alongside with Nora and Bella and fight all the training dummies and tearing through them with Loona.

As Emily is training with Vaggie, her eyes wander up at the darkened red skies. She blinks and stops her training.

“Em, keep your eyes on your enemies--”

“What’s that?”

Vaggie hesitantly looks up at the sky to find four fireballs falling towards them. “Shit! Guys, get down--!”

The warning comes too late as the fireballs blow up the rooftop of the fortress. The group notices the fortress is being lifted off of the ground. They turn to see Orais is outside, using his hands to lift the fortress off of its foundation telepathically.

“Looks like we found little ants underneath,” Morrigan replies besides her husband, watching him toss the metal building aside.

Stolas immediately pulls Octavia behind him, getting out his fireball to use against Morrigan and Orais.

Blitz cocks his rifle and steps in front of Fizz, who widens his eyes in fear.

Moxxie and Millie hold hands while facing the evil couple with glares.

Husk and Angel exchange glances in concern and then they glare Morrigan and Orais while holding hands to comfort each other.

Alastor shifts his glare up at the couple.

Lilith stands in front of her people as the queen, her horns coming out the sides of her head and her eyes turn red with white pupils.

“You got a lot nerve to show up here,” Lilith growls at the couple.

“No, you got a lot of nerve to take off your little disguise,” Morrigan quips back. “What kind of queen would hide from her people, hm?”

“You’re one to talk,” Lilith growls before charging at Morrigan and Orais.

Orais steps aside, letting Morrigan take control of the fight. Morrigan manages to stop Lilith’s attack, gripping her throat.

“You’re not living up to your legend, Lilith,” Morrigan whispers to Lilith before slamming her on the ground and choking her.

“MOM!” Charlie cries before she feels green chains tugging her back. She looks to find that there is a green chain attach to the ground.

“Remember my little favor, dear?” Alastor asks Charlie. “Don’t interfere.”

Charlie struggles in her chain while watching Lilith getting beaten up by Morrigan. “MOM!”

Alastor notices something out of the corner of his eyes and turns to notice too late of the fireball hitting him. He flies across the building and crashes onto the ground. He tumbles harshly until he’s able to stop him. He glares up to find Vox, the flat-screen faced demon, having a familiar keyblade that’s now blue instead of black. Alastor widens his eyes in shock while noticing the red and orange aura around him.

“Long time, no see, Al,” Vox calls out with red liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Who losts his signal now?”

Alastor looks at his staff, seeing it broken in half again. “Fuck!”

Charlie attempts to try to fight Vox away from Alastor, struggling in the chain Alastor creates for her.

Nifty charges into the scene with a maniacal laugh and hops towards Vox, but Vox uses the beam from his new keyblade and fires it at her, shoving her back.

“Let the grown-ups talk, sweetie,” Vox responds with a small insult at Nifty.

Alastor growls and stands up, antlers growing on the sides of his head. “Alright, let’s do this.” He zooms towards Vox to fight him, growing bigger to break through the building. Vox starts to spread his wings that are mostly bat wings and flies up to fight Alastor.

~.~

Husk and Angel witnesses Alastor fighting Vox along with Blitz, Millie, Moxxie, and Fizz.

“Should we help him?” Blitz asks the others.

Husk notices Sir Pentious getting Emily into his airship along with him, Cherri, Clara, and Odette. Nora hurries out of the scene to free the raptors from the big cage they built with Eleanor and Sebastian on with her.

Loona picks Bella up and takes her out of the scene where the debris are falling on them.

When Lilith notices Charlie chained to the ground, she screeches at both Morrigan and Orais, hurting their ears. Lilith flies away from the couple and hurries to Charlie, breaking her green chains and carrying her away from the falling debris.

Fizz hears creaking from the side and looks to find a sharp spider leg coming at him. He dodges it, rolling back to the group and looking up to find...Mammon?

“It feels good to be back!” Mammon growls demonically, his eyes turquoise.

“M-Mammon? But you’re not--” Fizz is slammed against the wall.

Blitz takes out his rifle. “I’m going to fucking kill you whoever you are!”

Mammon tranforms into a familiar woman that appears to be Blitz’s mother.

“You wouldn’t want to kill your own mother, would you, Blitzy?” Blitz’s mother says in fear.

Blitz softens his gaze, tears edging out of his eyes before an arm like Ozzie’s grow on Blitz’s mother and slams her fist at Blitz, causing him to fly against the wall.

“Blitz!” Angel calls out in concern before turning to find Velvette grinning wickedly at them.

“You motherfuckers fell for my tricks so easily,” Velvette says with a chuckle.

Moxxie glares at Velvette and aims his rifle up. He pulls the trigger, but Velvette catches the bullet with her mouth, swallowing it and having it burn in her lava-lamp waist.

She sighs in satisfaction and notices Moxxie’s fear growing. To add insult to injury, she shapeshifts into Crimson.

“I always knew that you’ll turn out to be a disappointment,” Crimson says, angering Moxxie.

Before Moxxie can attack, Crimson transforms into Moxxie’s mother, wearing the shoes Moxxie remembers the most of.

“Are you really going to attack your mother? After what your father has done to you?”

Millie growls and charges at Moxxie’s mother, tackling her. “You ain’t her, bitch!”

Velvette reverts back to her normal self and changes into Chazwick, the shark demon. He grips Millie’s throat and drags her across the floor, throwing her against the wall. When Millie crashes against the wall, the pitchfork nearly stabs her. She looks up to find her father glaring at her.

“Why do you have to pick such a wimp?!” Her father snarls at Millie.

Moxxie growls and runs up to Millie’s father, hopping onto his back and putting the rifle up against his throat. However, Millie’s father transforms into Striker, managing to strike Moxxie with his tail.

Moxxie flies off of Striker, hitting the ground hard.

Before Velvette, as Striker, can beat Moxxie up more, Fizz jumps in and throws punches with his robotic fists. However, one of his punches is blocked by Ozzie’s hand as Velvette transforms into Ozzie.

“Are you really going to hurt me, Froggie?” Velvette asks in Ozzie’s voice. As Ozzie, he throws Fizz against the wall. Stolas joins in the fight, throwing a fireball at Ozzie.

However, Ozzie transforms into Stella, as Stella takes out her shotgun to shoot at Stolas. However, Stella is hit by the purple fireball formed by Octavia. Stella reforms back to Velvette, who groans in pain.

Stolas turns to see Octavia losing control of her newfound powers, her eyes turning purple. She lifts up the falling debris, purple aura glowing around her hands. She has tears in her eyes as she starts to throwing debris at Velvette angrily.

Blitz and Stolas exchange glances in concern as the people in the fortress are being lifted up in the air.

“Sweetie! Sweetie, snap out of this!” Stolas responds.

“Wait, we got an advantage!” Blitz shouts, noticing disoriented Velvette being lifted up. The I.M.P crew, excluding Loona and Octavia, charge to attack Velvette. While in the air, Velvette takes on various people to fight back against the crew.

~.~

Husk and Angel are being lifted in the air, grabbing on the floating debris.

“Whoa! This is cool!” Angel gasps in shock while finding stars surrounding them.

“Is it, Angel baby?”

Husk and Angel shiver at the familiar tone, looking to the side to find Valentino standing on the debris with them.

“You know, you giving your boyfriend a blowjob gives away your location, right?” Valentino says slimly.

“Aw, shit,” Angel utters in shock.

Husk growls, his eyes turning green in anger. “Fuck you, Val.”

“This is going to be fun,” Val says while spreading his moth wings and charging towards Husk. Husk lets the tentacles rise and charge towards Val attacking him.

Bella sees this while Loona hops onto the debris towards somewhere safe. She also sees Angel jumping in to help Husk fight Valentino. However, Angel’s attack is deflected by Val’s arms, who’s glaring at him.

“Are you that willing to kill me, babycakes?” Valentino asks.

Angel growls, extending his limbs holding two extra rifles and shooting into Valentino’s torso, getting him off of him.

Valentino stumbles back, giving Husk an opportunity to tackle the moth away from his lover. However, Valentino throws Husk down onto the ground, causing a crack. Valentino turns to Angel with a smirk.

“You know, you’re so pathetic that you let your little friends defend you. You’re supposed to be with me,” Valentino growls, his wounds heal up with the blue aura.

Bella sees this and wiggles herself out of Loona’s hold.

“Bella, no!” Loona calls, floating in the air before getting caught in Sir Pentious’ ship.

Bella hops on the debris to get to Angel and Valentino with her battle hammer.

Before Valentino can lay another hand on Angel, Bella jumps over Angel and stands between them with a scowl.

Valentino guffaws. “Wow, you’re so pathetic that you let a child defend you.”

Bella growls like an animal and leaps to attack Valentino, whacking him in the face with her battle hammer. Valentino’s gold tooth flies off of his mouth. Bella comes back down in front of Angel, but Angel pulls her behind him and raises his rifles at Valentino. Valentino feels his gold tooth missing, glaring at Bella.

“Why you little bitch?!” Valentino says while blowing blue fire at Angel and Bella.

Angel lifts Bella up to shield her with his body until Husk’s tentacles block the fire from reaching both Angel and Bella.

Husk flies up and kicks Valentino in the face. He puts the tentacles down and looks at Angel. “Get Bella somewhere safe!”

“What about you?!” Angel asks in panic.

“I’ll be fine! Go!” Husk barks, charging towards Valentino to fight him more.

Angel breathes heavily in fear while hopping on the floating debris to get Bella somewhere safe.

“We have to help Husk!” Bella shouts in fear.

Angel looks back to find Husk taking Valentino down in full rage. “Eh, I think he got it for the most part!”

~.~

“We got to get out of here!” Vaggie announces while leading the cannibals out of the building as fast as they can while Lilith is still fighting Morrigan and Orais.

Charlie tries to fight the chains keeping her from running or fighting.

Vaggie sees Charlie chained up and leaves Carmilla to lead the cannibals out of the building. She flies over to her girlfriend and starts attempting to break the green chain while Alastor is still fighting Vox.

“C’mon! C’mon!” Vaggie says while using her angelic spear to cut through the shackle on Charlie’s wrist.

Lilith starts to choke by the time Charlie is released from the shackle.

“Don’t you hurt her!” Charlie barks.

“Babe, no!” Vaggie gasps before witnessing her girlfriend being stopped by Morrigan invisible grips on both Lilith’s and Charlie’s throats. With a growl, she charges into the battle and attempts to attack Morrigan. Orais interferes and slaps Vaggie away from his wife. He grabs her throat to choke her.

Meanwhile, Nora opens the cage for the raptors to come out.

“Go, go!” Nora urges the raptors as Carmilla leads the cannibals to them. Nora’s parents turn to notice Charlie, Vaggie, and Lilith struggling to fight Morrigan and Orais.

Eleanor and Sebastian exchange looks of worry and then determination.

While the cannibals hop onto the backs of raptors to fly off, Carmilla manages to shoo them away. Before Nora can hop up on the raptors, she’s suddenly embraced by her parents.

“Guys?” Nora calls Eleanor and Sebastian.

Sebastian gives Nora one last kiss on the head before running off towards Morrigan and Orais.

Eleanor lets go of Nora. “Find your siblings and get somewhere safe!” With that said, she hurries beside her husband to fight Morrigan and Orais.

“Mom! Dad!” Nora calls for her parents.

~.~

Meanwhile, Orais holds Vaggie up high by the throat.

“Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but your little princess will soon die along with the queen,” Orais says with a smirk. “So you better value your last breath.”

Before Orais can snap Vaggie’s neck, a butcher knife is thrown at Orais, impaling his shoulder. He screeches in pain, a fist slamming against his cheek by Sebastian. Sebastian catches Vaggie and lets her go, hitting Orais while he’s down with his butcher knife.

Eleanor gets out a sawblade and thrusts it to cut off Morrigan’s arm that is gripping Charlie’s throat. Morrigan gasps in shock and glares at Eleanor.

Charlie gasps for breath and witnesses Morrigan stumbling, releasing her hold on Lilith as well. Charlie picks up nearly blacked out Lilith and carries her away from the situation.

Eleanor brings the sawblade back and is about to attack Morrigan again, but Morrigan holds her only hand out, gripping around Eleanor’s throat telepathically. Before Eleanor gets a chance to speak, Morrigan snaps her neck and kills her.

Sebastian sees this and growls at Morrigan. Before he can enact his revenge for his wife, Orais grabs Sebastian's head and rips it off of his body. Sebastian’s headless body falls onto the ground, bleeding out.

Nora witnesses this and glares at Morrigan and Orais. Before she can charge towards them with a vengeance, Carmilla holds Nora back.

“Don’t! You’ll end up like them!” Carmilla warns, holding her for dear life.

“MOM! DAD!!” Nora cries, struggling against Carmilla’s grip.

Vaggie and Charlie helps Lilith through the building, floating in the air.

Sir Pentious sees them from his ship and opens up the window. “GUYSSS, OVER HERE!”

Vaggie and Charlie jumps into the ship with Lilith in their grasps. Charlie looks around to find Emily, Cherri, Loona, Clara, and Odette.

Sir Pentious flies his ship through the floating debris, noticing Nora and Carmilla down below. Sir Pentious presses the button to sent a beam to lift them up into the ship. Carmilla and Nora are in the ship.

“Girls!” Carmilla calls while hugging both Clara and Odette.

“We’re okay, Mom,” Odette reassures Carmilla.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Clara adds.

“Hang on!” Sir Pentious shouts to the group in the ship. He steers the ship through the starry surroundings Octavia created.

~.~

Angel hops from debris to debris while carrying Bella to reach the ship departing from the building.

“HEY, PEN!” Angel shouts.

Sir Pentious notices Angel out of the corner of his eyes and steers the ship towards Angel and Bella. Bella looks over Angel’s shoulder, finding Husk losing to Valentino when Valentino manages to burn Husk’s tentacles and gripping his throat.

“Husk!” Bella shouts.

Angel looks behind him to find Husk in trouble. As the ship approaches them, Vaggie and Charlie extend their arms out for Bella and Angel.

However, Angel decides to throw Bella to the women, letting them catch her.

“Angel!” Bella cries when she watches Angel turning back to hop from debris to debris to help Husk.

“Angel, no!” Vaggie calls out.

Before Vaggie can hop out of the ship to get Angel, Octavia starts to feel dizzy from using her powers for too long.

Stolas notices this while fighting with Velvette. “Honey?!”

Octavia falls over, the debris now falling. Stolas zooms to save Octavia and then hurries to save the rest of the I.M.P crew, including Fizz. He creates a portal to the ship and enters it with his friends, his boyfriend, and his daughter in his arms.

Vaggie hasn’t been able to get out of the ship due to the falling debris.

However, Angel tries to reach Husk and Valentino before another debris falls on him. Husk sees his lover hit by the debris, diving down to pick him up. Husk manages to catch Angel in his arms and attempts to fly through the collapsing debris until Alastor accidentally knocks Husk and Angel down when trying to fight Vox with his tentacles. Vox manages to smash Alastor onto the ground next to Nifty. Before Vox can land a killing blow, Alastor picks Nifty up and turns into the shadow with her in his grasps.

Vox punches the ground with a growl. “You fucking coward!”

The collision stops in the fortress as the ship flies away.

“Wait, we can’t leave Husk and Angel!” Bella begs them while Alastor arrives in the ship with passed-out Nifty in his arms.

“We’ll come back for them, promise,” Sir Pentious says while driving the ship away from the chaos. “For now, we need to get out of here!”

“We should be safer at the hotel,” Vaggie suggests.

“We have to hurry then,” Emily determines.

Sir Pentious flies the ship towards the hotel.

Meanwhile, Vox growls while throwing a temper tantrum. “That damn coward! He doesn’t even let me pull a finishing blow!”

“You’ll get your chance, Vox,” Orais says with a deadpan tone, managing to put his wife’s arm back on with the bright glow mending her up.

Morrigan sighs and moves her arm. “Ugh, they’re becoming stronger.”

“They’re cowering away to the hotel,” Velvette says while pointing at the direction of the ship.

“Great, now we don’t have any hostages or something,” Vox growls.

“What are you talking about? We have hostages,” Valentino says before pulling out passed out Husk and Angel out from under the debris.

“Holy shit! They left those two behind!” Vox gasps in shock.

Morrigan and Orais exchange smirks at the sight of the new hostages.

“You said that you have to renew your contract with Angel?” Morrigan asks Valentino.

“Yeah?” Valentino utters.

“I believe you got your opportunity to do so,” Orais answers.

To Be Continued...

#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel: the contract of blood #huskerdust #angel dust #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #nifty hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #cherri hazbin hotel #the vees #sir pentious #emily hazbin hotel #helluva boss blitz #moxxie helluva boss #lilith morningstar #helluva millie #stolas goetia #octavia

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pyritesdumpster · 4 months

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#ask goldie anything #this probably won’t get much traction but eh its worth a shot

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softcitrus2345 · 2 months

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Hey three questions?

Are requests open besides commissions?

Do you have any female ocs?

Will requests solely be for your ocs?

Three answers!

1. Unfortunately no, I don't have requests open. I can't afford to do art for others for free, and now that I just got my first job I'm gonna be a lot busier than I used to be, so finding the time/motivation to draw is gonna be harder for me to navigate

Also I feel like it defeats the purpose of me having commissions open while also making art catered for others for free, I gotta make money somewhere yknow

And from what I've seen in this community a lot of the requests artists get are for one-off prompts or characters, which just isn't my cup of tea. I can't get invested in a character or a drawing that is just like a one-time thing, if that makes sense?

I don't want that to snowball with me getting flooded with requests from people for random prompts they wanna see drawn out

I hope that makes sense, and please don't see this as me being upset at the question, I just like to be thorough with my answers and explain why /gen

2. I do! Unfortunately not a whole lot that I draw, my main female oc is Vanessa, and I just love her to bits. Her and Damien are stuck like glue so most of my drawings of her also include her lovely hubby~

If you're wondering about me drawing female weight gain, I'm just not really into that, for a number of reasons, but the main one being my feelings towards the female weight gain community, and how it treats women mostly just as an object for pleasure. As an afab person, it just makes me really uncomfortable how I see women portrayed in the feedism community, since from what I can tell most of the people that create/seek out that kind of content are cishet men just looking to get off.

I know that's not the entire female wg community but it's unfortunately the majority of what I've encountered, and it's just turned me off from the subject completely. There are *very* few times I'll see female weight gain portrayed in a way I can appreciate, and those few are like little gold nuggets that I gotta find by sifting through all the shitty stuff, it's just not worth it for me

It just feels dehumanizing, idk

As a fat person who has always been fat, and who is (unfortunately) still perceived by the general public as female, I've seen first hand the way society treats people like me, the backhanded comments and fatshaming and diet culture, and the horrible things I've been called before.. I see it all too often in the female feedism community, it's just a big no no for me overall

Sorry, I kinda went off on a tangent there, hope I didn't derail this post too much-

3. If I were to ever open up requests, I would say yes, they would only involve my ocs. I use this blog sort of as a public sandbox, where I can just kinda play around with my ocs and share my art with you all. I want the focus to be on my ocs and my own original content, with the exception of my friends and mutuals ocs which I do enjoy drawing from time to time

TLDR, yes, if I hypothetically opened requests they would only be for my ocs, just to keep my blog clear of clutter and random prompts I'm not interested in. I don't want to add another layer of stress to my life with requests and stuff that I can't keep up with

Maybe someday TTwTT

But yeah! Thank you for your questions, anon, it's always nice to have a prompt like this so I can share my thoughts, however messy they may be TTwTT

#softcitrus asks #softcitrus rambles #softcitrus ocs #niche blog #holy shit that was a lot XD #with every new ask I respond to I realize how much of a yapper I am DBFDNN-

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plumbum-art · 6 months

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I would like to say here, (even though you probably won't see this) Never stop making this blessed art. It makes my day and night, while i'm doom scrolling. This art changes it from doom scrolling to happy scolling!

Oh @xxl1zardb3ansxx , do you have any idea, how happy your comment makes me? I'm a bit in tears right now! Thank you so much for your kind words 💚 💚💚

You can be sure, that I read every ask I get (there aren't so much, as you might think). I'm grateful for every like on and reblog of my art and when someone leaves a nice comment in their reblog I read that too (it's a bit like finding a gold nugget). I often don't feel very confident, so kudos like yours mean the world to me and my fragile little heart 😭 Isn't making other people happy one of the best feelings in the world?

Please be careful with doom scrolling, though. From my own experience I can assure you, that it can damage your mental health very quick. It happened to me last year, when the Ukraine war started. I doomscrolled too hard until I was almost too mentally paralyzed to do anything. Then I massively reduced my news consumption (only once a day from official accounts) and it helped my overal mood a lot.

Thanks again for your comment. You are a wonderful person ☺️

#ask

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grits-galraisedinthesouth · 4 months

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I wondered why NOprah purchased that 2023 Variety award for Fantasia. It seems her "award" was designed to promote/sell NOprah's latest (cinematic) business venture. NOprah has been partnered with Lifetime (Oxygen) & umbrella media companies for over two (2) decades. With nearly forty (40) years in this business, NOprah always protects her investment, hence the Variety promo in 2022 (for megflix) and again in 2023 at Kevin Costner's celebrity fundraiser & Beyonce's concert w/Thirsty Tyler Perry in the A-list section, etc. Royal Watchers who insist that NOprah no longer "supports" The MEGains simply do NOT understand that NOprah is a business woman. Ellen and Chrissy Teigen are bullies but NOprah & friends (Obama's etc) continue to BUILD them up.

Maybe this latest flop will get her attention? Doubtful.

Pink Book Lessons, a black female vlogger, shared a video clip of NOprah & Gayle's premature ticket sales celebration at their luxurious Hawaii home. Comments section is GOLD----read below for a few nuggets.

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From the Purple Comments:

Although I respect Fantasia's talent, I have no desire to see this film or Broadway musical succeed. Not so much because of NOprah, but more so due to the destructive force Alice Walker continues to be in the black community.

Remember MEGain's history w/Warner Bros Exec

NOprah sells Fantasia

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At least Fantasia was "authentic" in her interviews.

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"I never did any research...everything I needed to learn, I learned from him."-MEGain circa 2017

The COMMENTS Section!! 😬

(Remember she has a large financial Investment in these "Diabetic" Medications)

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Could've happened to a better person.

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doctorslippery · 2 months

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The McDonalds at the end of the world...

In the comment stream I ran across this gold nugget:

… …that is so fucked up. …and awesome.

#backrooms #liminal spaces

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bigfatbreak · 2 years

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The gold comment? I don't remember the name but, he's trying to repair the miraculous with that method right?

yeah, he's using this method to try and fix the miraculous. too bad someone startled him and he fucked it up!!

the gold comment is, there's a way to REMOVE the misplaced gold from the miraculous without damaging it, but, it takes a long while. Months, at minimum, nearly a year. It'll get talked about in-comic by bedridden Nathalie, but I figure I'll drop that nugget now to avoid confusion

#essentially the control+Z function will take a while to render lmao #replies

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Glorious Masquerade spoilers #8

Azul’s Group - Group A

At the bakery, Deuce and Epel are amazed at all the different kinds of bread. Rollo says that bread making had been popular in the City of Flowers since ancient times, and that the windmills at the edge of town have been making flour since then. Because fresh flour is used, the bread is really delicious. Even in the Shaftlands, it is a place that is popular where famous bakeries gather. Rollo adds that in addition to the windmills, watermills along the Soleil River are also used to grind flour.

Ever the businessman, Azul says that supply and demand are a wonderful cycle. Still, he heard that it is a dish based on the climate, and wishes to try it once. Rollo is relieved to hear that. He’s happy to show him the culture in the City of Flowers.

Epel doesn’t care about that, and is dying to eat some bread instead.😂 Deuce agrees. Azul asks them if they should be doing even just a bit of field work about the City of Flowers. “Didn’t Riddle and Vil tell you? You’re not here to play. This is a valuable opportunity to learn about the local area…”

Just then, the sound of a grumbling stomach cuts in. Epel says it wasn’t his stomach. Deuce also denies it. That only leaves one person. Azul stands there silently, not answering, but it was definitely his stomach that growled.🤣🤣 Azul turns to Rollo and asks him which kind of bread he recommends.😂 Epel comments that even Azul can make such a “flashy” stomach growl.

Rollo picks out the croissant for them to try. Epel says that compared to other breads with fruit and chocolate, the croissant looks rather plain. Rollo explains that they are a special bread. They are nutritious, and energize the mind and body of the citizens. He insists that it should be a croissant, not a loaf of bread or baguette, because it has a taste that does not lose to any of them. (Rollo is right. I love eating a croissant with butter and jam😭💗 The French legit converted me.)

Azul tells Epel and Deuce they should buy it since Rollo recommends it so much. Upon getting their croissants, Epel notes that it is still warm. He can’t wait anymore, and takes a bite. All three boys shout how delicious it is.

Azul notices that apart from soft and strong flour, a rich wheat flour is also used. The butter and fragrant flour create layers and layers to make a crispy and light texture. The sweetness of the syrup lightly applied on top brings out the original sweetness of the dough. Followed by the saltiness from the butter, Azul feels like he can keep on eating.

Epel says that listening to Azul’s description makes him want to eat one even though he’s already in the middle of eating one himself. He says they should buy another one. Deuce also says he can go for another one, or two. Azul comments that they can eat a lot. Epel tells him because it’s very delicious, and offers another croissant to Azul. Azull tells him he’s fine. He needs to watch his caloric intake.

In any case, he says that filling up on bread is useless. Plus, the land is rich with wheat. Epel and Deuce have no idea what Azul means. Azul clarifies that leaves from wheat are also used to make confectionaries. Rollo is impressed that Azul knows that. He tells them there is a confectionary shop nearby, and says he will lead the way.

Rollo brings them to the confectionary shop. Deuce says that the area also has a sweet aroma. He notices a cake and says Trey made it for him once. Deuce tries to remember the name to no avail. Rollo tells him they are called financiers. He explains that it is made with wheat flour, almond flour, and burnt butter.

Azul notices that the butter oozes out from the surface, lamenting it is high in calories. Rollo tells him that it tastes as rich as it looks since “financier” means “rich”. He points out that the shape also resembles a gold nugget, and that eating one will enrich one’s pocket.

Deuce says it’s perfect for Azul. Azul says he doesn’t like to rely on luck, but it may be good as a reward. Deuce asks how that is any different. Azul explains that there is a big difference in doing nothing and relying on luck than doing everything one can do. Deuce once again doesn’t understand what Azul means. So, Azul says that even he doesn’t study, it makes no sense to pray for a good result on a test. Which is a cheap shot at Deuce. To add further insult to injury, Azul asks Rollo if there are any sweets to help improve grades. Rollo says no. So, Azul is like “I didn’t think so. Sorry, Deuce.” Deuce has no comebacks to say. Azul tells him it is 100 years too early to make fun of him.

Anyways, Rollo says that there aren’t any sweets to improve academic ability, but there recently have been sweets made without using wheat flour. He proceeds to show them the most popular confectionary.

Epel immediately recognizes them as macarons. Azul notices their unusual shape. Rollo tells him they are shaped like the Bell of Salvation. Azul says it’s small and easy to eat, so he suggests they should have one. Group A boys take a bite, and Deuce comments on how sweet it is. He wants to bring them back to everyone in the dorm. Rollo tells them that the macaron doesn’t last long since it’s an unbaked sweet. It is only a privilege that can be enjoyed by those who visit the City of Flowers.

Azul notes the yellowish color resembling the bell, the sweet gnash in between, and the colorful, jewel-like bits of the dried grapes and apples mixed in. Epel says it certainly looks beautiful, but he feels no satisfaction in eating it. (Poor boy is traumatized lol) Azul notices his disappointment, and recalls macarons being Epel’s favorite food. Epel asks him how he knows that. Azul tells him that knowing the likes and dislikes of a person is important in order to become “closer”. However, Azul wonders if the information that Epel likes macarons is wrong, and he rather enjoy something with a strong flavor instead.

Epel quickly denies that. Azul is glad his information is correct. He encourages Epel to eat more macarons, and poor Epel gives in to Azul’s whims.😆

Moving on, Rollo brings the boys to a general store. He tells them to go in, and Deuce notices that it’s a good place to look for souvenirs. Azul agrees, and suggests they look for souvenirs for the dorm students while they are there. Epel and Deuce are shocked. Azul asks them why they are shouting so suddenly. They can’t believe Azul suggested such a thing. Again, Azul asks why it’s so surprising. Deuce is like “You’re giving something for free?” Of course Azul is because it’s a souvenir. Azul tells them that he wishes to convey his gratitude to his dorm students because he appreciates them.

Deuce apologizes for being rude. Epel says that Vil warned him to be careful around Azul, but he’s so considerate of the dorm students. Azul agrees. Still, just because it’s free, it doesn’t mean that they don’t have to pay for it. Suddenly, Azul notices an item in the store.

Rollo says they are learning blocks for children. He explains that a letter is written in the block, followed by a word beginning with that letter in the back. In the City of Flowers, these are used to learn the alphabet.

Deuce reads the letters on the blocks like “A” for “Apple” and “B” for “Baby”. Epel reads the “F” for “Festival”, and notices that there are also pictures corresponding to the word carved into the blocks. This way, it’s more fun and easy for small children to study.

Rollo begins to explain that in the past, it was more rigorous to study words with connotations. However, it was said that it was too difficult for children. Azul says the building blocks are not found in the sea, but it is an interesting item. Deuce is surprised that building blocks don’t exit in the sea. Azul tells him yes because wood does not last under the sea. Instead, they have a study too that they watch.

He asks if all the children on land play with building blocks. Deuce can’t remember ever playing with them. But, he does recall his mother saying he was a child who liked to go outside a lot. Epel also agrees. He says he spent most of his time sledding, climbing trees, and playing outside. Azul comments that they’re both so active. Had he been born on land, he wouldn’t have known them.

Anyways, because it’s a souvenir, Azul wants something easier to give. He tells them to keep looking. Rollo suddenly tells them that he has to get going. He needs to look after the other students. Azul tells him he appreciates his guidance, and that he will see him later.

To be continued…

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade #next group will be idia’s group #azul trolling the hell out of deuce and epel tho #in all their banter and bickering i wonder what rollo really thinks of them #i was imagining him standing to the side awkwardly just watching them roast each other #like these are the students of the prestigious nrc???#rollo is just so chill😆

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criesinmultifandommess · 7 months

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A Dragon's Greatest Treasure

sorry for disappearing! i got caught up in schoolwork and yeah :D i started writing this quite a while ago, maybe a couple months back? idk but the second paragraph was going to be followed by an in-depth description of all the parents seeing their kids start acting up, but im too sad about the current arc CUCURUCHO GIVE THE KIDS BACK YOU MONSTER!!!! anyway enjoy :)

There was no warning for what would happen. There was no announcement from the Federation, no appearance from the Binary Code or Cucurucho. It was just a normal day for the residents of Quesadilla Island. Until everyone’s kids started acting…strangely.

No one was prepared for dragon puberty.

In the group chat between all the parents, Cellbit messages them all to come to the adoption center, mentioning that he has information about the sudden changes to their children. A few moments later, the center is flooded with people. Everyone immediately begins crowding around Cellbit, concerned and anxious.

“Quiet, please, everyone! Silêncio, por favor.” The Brazilian begins shouting over the commotion. As the residents begin to settle, Cellbit finally begins speaking. “Okay, thank you. I know that all of our kids have started doing some weird stuff lately. Mostre a eles, Richas.”

On cue, Richarlyson jumps and hovers in mid-air for several seconds.

“Yeah! He accidentally jumped into a hole near the Copacabana, but he did not fall down right away.” Forever comments, Richarlyson nodding along.

“Really? Pomme hasn’t done that, but she has—”

Baghera is cut off when purple sparks begin appearing around Pomme, before she vanishes into thin air. Everyone but the French residents begin panicking, beginning to look around for the missing girl. She pops back into view a few feet away from where she disappeared, violet sparkles eventually fading away.

“She disappears like that.” Baghera lets out a tired sigh. “The first time it happened, we looked around for a few minutes, but she appeared right back where she disappeared.”

“When Baghera messaged us saying that she disappeared, I thought it was the Federation or the Code attacking.” Etoiles shakes his head, frowning. “I would have showed them my Code Breaker sword.”

“Oh, well, nothing that exciting has happened to Ramón. He’s just been really hyper, which isn’t like him at all. There he goes.”

Right as Fit finishes speaking, his son begins twitching and starts racing around the room with incredible speed. Eventually, everyone stops watching him once it becomes apparent he’s not going to stop for a while.

“Chayanne can apparently breathe fire now,” Phil laughs and gestures at his kid. In response, Chayanne lets out a little burst of flame, not enough to harm anyone, but it does cause those around him to jump away in surprise.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Leo, can you do that?” They shake their head, and Foolish’s shoulders drop slightly. “Oh, that’s fine. Well, Leo does this.”

Foolish pulls out a piece of gold from his backpack, but instead of just Leo, all of the kids lunge for the nugget immediately. The parents pull their respective child back, but not before the young dragons begin hissing and clawing at each other.

“Oh my gosh, Dapper, stop it! He started hissing at me too!” Bad says while wrangling with his son. Once they’re all under control, he turns to Cellbit. “So, they all do some things, but some of the kids have special quirks? What’s going on?”

“Pare, Richas! Okay. I was looking around for some kind of explanation, and when I came here, I found this book called ‘The Early Stages of a Dragon’. I will read it.” Cellbit clears his throat.

“During the early stages of a newly hatched dragon, they do not exhibit any traits of an adult dragon. However, when they reach the age of one, they begin to showcase these traits during a period called the first growth period. These traits include fire breathing, beginning to fly, small instances of dragon magic, bursts of random energy, a tendency to hoard valuables, and becoming physical through biting, scratching, and hissing. Young dragons will experience a week of showcasing these traits, before eventually regaining control and calming down.”

With that, Cellbit closes the book. “That’s it. There’s two other growth periods, but it says it won’t happen for a while, so we should be fine.”

“Does this mean all the eggs are going to start disappearing?”

“And breathing fire?”

The adults start muttering worriedly, and Cellbit raises a hand to quiet everyone again. “They may, or they may not. But we should all be safe and start carrying around water buckets.”

“And maybe don’t take out shiny things.” Bad turns to Foolish and sighs. “You’re going to have to start covering yourself up, Foolish, I’m sorry.”

“What? That’s crazy.”

Slowly, the tension in the room fades away as they all start cracking jokes. Some break off into groups, but never stray too far to keep an eye on the kids. The children play with each other, parents making sure to keep their kids’ aggression levels low and stepping in if one starts growling. It’s a peaceful kind of chaos. Life on the island may never be the same again, but at least they have each other.

Right?

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp drabble #qsmp cellbit #qsmp kids #dragon puberty #i couldnt fit tallulah in sorry tallulah enjoyers #shes sleeping idk #i have so many more fics boiling in my drafts y'all #but will they see the light of day? probably not teehee #i would say expect more but i would just be lying #i love being a writer :)

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 7 months

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"Are you hurt? Put something cold on it!"

Behold! A new story about our Farmers! Today's heroes are Julian (my OC), Miranda (@amishasp) and Wren (@girls4zelda) ❤️ Enjoy!

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"Twenty-eight, thirty... Thirty-six, forty. Aha, exactly forty pieces of gold ore!", Miranda summarised, counting aloud the loot she had collected in the mines. Getting up from the flat stone on which she was sitting, she turned to Julian and Wren, who were standing nearby and also counting the ore that had been mined on the lowest levels.

"Ok...", Wren clucked her tongue, "I have fifty-six!", the red-haired girl said proudly, tying her bag of precious ore and slinging it over the shoulder as she approached Miranda. "Quite a good loot for a not-so-lucky day, I would say". Wren smiled at her friend, who nodded in agreement. Welwick's predictions would not matter to them - teamwork and friendship were the key to a successful hunt.

"Julian, what is it? You done already?", Miranda turned to the blond-haired boy who was still counting his loot. The man's multi-coloured eyes were staring intently into the backpack.

"Yeah, yeah, just a second... Oh shoot", The young man sighed disappointedly, dropping his bag to the dusty ground.

"Everything okay?", He immediately turned round at Wren's worried tone.

"Well, not really". Zipping up his hiking backpack and walking over to the two girls, Julian continued. "There was a hole in my backpack. Apparently, some of the loot fell out somewhere, and I only have ten ore on my hands...." He lowered his head guiltily. All three of them silently counted the total amount of gold ore they had on hand - 106 pieces. And they need exactly 120 - just the right number to create exactly 30 megabombs for Marlon's special order, which they set out to do together. After all, the three of them will get the job done faster, and the reward will be shared equally.

"Don't worry about it, bro", Miranda patted Julian's shoulder encouragingly. "Just fourteen gold nuggets and we can leave the mines and eat at the Saloon!"

Everyone cheered up at the prospect of Gus' delicious meals and headed confidently for the elevator door.

"I must say, that our foray was quite successful." With a tired yawn, Miranda decided to keep the conversation going as the three of them slowly made their way down the elevator to level 110.

"The monsters were a pain in the arse, though", she added.

"Uuuugh, so true..." Wren couldn't help but agree. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, Welwick's prediction that "the spirits are in a terrible mood today" ("Kiss my arse, spirits!", Miranda had said, not very politely) had played a part in their gold hunt: there were more monsters than usual, which made for a lot of hard work in extracting the necessary ore.

Julian had no time to comment on this before the lift came to an abrupt halt.

"Strange," Wren said, "I thought we had chosen level 110." The girl looked at the dial, which showed level 98.

"We did." Julian gripped the hilt of his sword. "Get ready. Looks like there's something outside."

The elevator door slowly open, and the trio could see nothing but darkness. Some blurry figure approached the entrance.

Wren drew her dagger from its sheath, ready for battle, and Julian was ready to get into a defensive posture.

Miranda, however, was ahead of them all.

With a battle cry, she rushed towards the entrance, swinging her right leg and striking the figure she and her friends assumed to be a shadow person. The dark silhouette let out a shriek from the blow and bent slightly. Miranda decided not to wait for the enemy to come to his senses, and with her left fist she struck the monster in the chest. The figure fell from the hard blow and began to whimper in pain. It was the whimpering that made the three of them stop, for the shadow man would have growled, whereas the sounds from the unfamiliar silhouette were similar to... human?

Julian quickly pulled a flashlight from his pocket and shined it on the moving figure.

"Lance?!" Now that was someone they hadn't expected to see here, but the second-in-command of The First Slash clan.

"Welp.... This is awkward." Not to say there was regret in Miranda's voice at seeing a familiar.... hmm. Well, it was a little hard for her to call Lance a friend. Near Lance himself, a small bag lay on the ground with some notes, a knife, and purple mushrooms falling out of it. "Right, that dumbass was babbling something about mushrooms early and wanting to study them," Miranda thought.

Julian and Wren ran up to the pink-haired adventurer, who was holding onto... *ahem* something was below his waist with both hands. Apparently Miranda's foot had hit the man's sorest spot, and the left hook had hit him in the solar plexus, judging by Lance's hitched breath.

"Forgive us, we didn't know it was you," Wren examined the adventurer for injuries, thankfully nothing serious. Well, aside from his... dignity.

Julian gave Lance a hand, helping him slowly to his feet. "We weren't expecting any adventurers in the mines, so we immediately took you for an enemy. Are you alright?" He asked, to which Lance just nodded his head, gratefully accepting the help. He carefully crouched down on the rock, moaning slightly in pain. The blond-haired farmer looked sympathetically at Lance: he of all people should know how painful a blow below the belt was. Ouch...

"Erm, I'll go and break some ice on level 40 so he can put it on his di- uh... bruise. Be right back. Don't die in there." Miranda said a little gruffly to Lance as he continued to burn the girl with his gaze. Five minutes - and the long-haired girl returned with a small bag from which droplets of water were slowly dripping.

"Me and Wren will check this level then, in case there are any shadow people here," Julian beckoned Wren with his hand, asking to keep him company.

"Sure. We'll hang around here. Take care, alright?" Miranda replied to her friends. By the time Wren and Julian had moved a little further away from the elevator, Lance, who was sitting on a rock, had managed to get his breathing back to normal. One spot, however, still ached.

"You know," he began, "not that I'm insist for an apology, but don't you think it would be appropriate to..." Before Lance could finish his sentence, an empty iron can with Joja's logo on it flew into his head.

"Didn't get to the ice, it's too high. You can put this on your... ugh, privates. it's cold enough." Miranda said carelessly to Lance.

The pink-haired man looked disdainfully at the old rusty soda can. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the urge to forget his own upbringing and hurl so much cursing at the girl that he'd have to go to Yoba's temple for swearing.

"Thank you very much for your kindness." Even though Lance's voice remained calm, you couldn't help but hear the sarcasm in his voice. "But I think I'm going to decline your help."

"Oh, really? A shame," Miranda's voice was also drenched in venom. "It's not good to refuse kindness. That's arrogance. I was actually trying for you, looking for something cold."

"I'm not going to attach this. Or anything. Especially in front of you."

"Listen here, you piece of shit!" The girl hissed. "I'm going to shove this can right up your a-"

"We're back!" Julian and Wren showed up just in time.

"There's no one else on this level but us. I even managed to get some gold ore, enough for our- is that a Joja cola can?" Julian raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"What?" Miranda crossed her arms, turning to Julian. "As good as any ice."

Lance only snorted irritably. Wren couldn't help but giggle at the funny picture, and Julian only sighed tiredly. It looked like they'd be getting to the Saloon much later than they'd planned.

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve lance #farmer wren #farmer miranda #farmer julian

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