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eternalwritess · 19 days

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Hello! I was wondering if I could get matched up with a Hazbin Hotel character (romantically) please if that's not too much to ask 🥺👉👈

• My pronouns are she/her and I am female

• I have a male preference (but if you match me up with a woman I won't complain vibes are vibes yk)

• I'd say I can be sort of shy with groups of people, but once l'm in a one-on-one conversation with someone I am fun and energetic. I always try to make people laugh, and I always have a lot going on in my mind, so l tend to talk a lot. I also get very anxious, so I tend to overthink things a lot and l often ask for reassurance that I'm not being annoying and stuff. I am also protective of the people I care about. Overall I just love to have a fun time and make people happy

• I. LOVE. MUSIC!! As in I am constantly singing all the time. There's a song stuck in my head? I am belting it out loud when I'm by myself. In public I will just hum it though. I also play the violin

• I am also a HUGE anime nerd, it's like the only thing I watch. I am a purple belt in judo (a martial art, like Ju Jitsu). I love reading as well, I have so many books it's basically a collection at this point.

• My favorite aesthetic is spacecore. I wouldn't say I really have an aesthetic but let's just say I look like I shop at Hot Topic (because I do lol)

• I am a Virgo

• I love puns hehe

I hope this is ok! Thank you so much!! 🩷🩵🩷🩵

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓓𝓾𝓼𝓽!

When he first met you he was unsure if he liked you or not or if you would even ever meet again

It was mostly because you were in a group of people though and once he started talking to you like really talking to you, he found out that you were actually quite cool

He loved how energetic you were when talking to him and that it didn't feel like he was meeting a wall

It then occurred to him that he didn't really know your name as you never told him

"Oh uh, hey. I almost forgot... whats ya name?"

You both love having fun. I'd imagine that whenever you get together to hang out its always somewhat fast paced

Yet he also loves when you both have quieter moments and it was actually in one of those when he realized that he may have a (totally small yep totally) crush on you

"So uh hey- whatcha doin' later?"

He was trying to be smooth while asking you out... it didn't work. He kept doing a shifty eye thing out of nervousness

He doesn't find you annoying at all in fact he finds it surprising when you even think that you're annoying him

"Honey... you're talking to the walkin pimp... of course I don't think that you're annoying!"

In all seriousness though he finds it weird that you think that you're annoying. If anything he should be asking you if you're annoyed with him

I'd imagine that you'd have quite a few interactions with Val and he would definitely try to separate you two. Mostly because he doesn't want you beating up his boss out of spite and then probably getting harmed later

He tries to keep his work life separate from the one he has with you and will do anything to make sure that it stays that way

After a long day of work you typically help take care of him and make sure that he's okay. You actually try to stop him from going to work but he denies it

"Don't worry about it sugar... I've been doin this bullshit for a while now... its nothing special"

He tries his best to make sure that you're not overly worried about him or anything

Moving onto more light hearted topics he loves singing with you. He doesn't care what song it is or if he even likes it or not. A chance to sing is a chance to sing

He'll also dance while singing and sometimes will try and get you to join and loosen up with him. You both actually do this when either of you are having a hard day

Going with the topic of loosening up he tries to push you a bit out of your comfort zone from time to time (this is how you meet the hotel staff aka charlie, vaggie, alastor, husk, etc.)

He was actually quite surprised that you got along with them so well, surprised, but happy :)

"I'm glad you didn't find those freaks too annoying," ;)

You BET he watches anime with you. He also shouts either smash or pass whenever a new character comes up on screen... yeah have fun with that-

He doesn't read much but he likes watching you read. I don't know if you're very expressive when you read but if you are he giggles every time he sees you make a new face or fangirl over a character

He was surprised to find out that you did a martial art. That being said he trains with you as I'm sure that he also has some moves... that being said he will flirt with you if you pin him down-

"Oh, well y'know if you wanted me like this you could've just asked,"

Yeah he thinks he's being slick

I don't know your stance on more... sexual jokes but if you don't like he will try and stop them. But they will slip out from time to time

Once he found out that you played the violin he was FLOORED (like with Judo-). He instantly brought you new pieces and would ask for you to play them and then would try and play the violin himself

He stopped after the third try deeming it 'impossible' and saying that only you could possibly play such an instrument.

Also he makes puns with you all of the time :)

#match up #hazbin hotel matchup #hazbin hotel matchups #matchups #hazbin hotel match up #matchup #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel match ups #hazbin

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taniqetil · 5 months

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Aaaaa I was so proud when I drew this one! And I pretty much am, still. Looking at him is really satisfying for me, it was a hard design to make. And I also I did not really do much of decoration on my designs background before that, and this is the one where it just CLICKED. I try to do it now every time, so everyting is bit prettier! here is the character`s toyhouse - https://toyhou.se/21058994.aurelius Below I will copy-paste a bit to read about him. ___________________________ His name is Aurelius

Initially well-meaning selfless and modest, an exemplary angemo, he has gradually become prideful and determined beyond reason and manipulative to a fault, somewhat in the image of the mortal in his care.

Getting overly attached (partially as a result of a quite few successfully prevented attempts at his human`s life at the early age), he, with the best of intentions, dwindled with his fate in subtle (and, in the later days, not so subtle) ways which has lead to said mortal becoming a tyrant emperor and living an abnormally long life, which Aurelius protected at all costs. Even after witnessing his mortal go senile and mad, he preferred to stay by his side and used all his wit to keep him alive as long as he could, going as far as keeping his natural death at bay for some time, per fas et nefas

After his mortal has died after all, he has fallen in denial, neglecting in his blind grief the next soul that has been entrusted to him, resulting in its early passing, which went just as unnoticed by a grieving angemo as it`s short life.

With no aim left to his life he now wanders aimlessly, an empty husk of a former self, inconsolable, cold and detached from reality, most of the time oblivious even to what he now is (and even at times when he realises what he is he directly leads his state to letting his original mortal die), only sometimes finding joy and pride in news of the empire he inadvertantly helped build. Never have meant harm in his life or even in this state, he still should be approached with caution, for he knows not what he is doing.

It is a rare sight to see his eyes fully open, but when they do, his gaze is clouded with unshed tears. In his gemono form however, he is far more genuine and candid, straight up bawling his eyes out any time he transforms.

________________________________________________________________________________________________ In his heavenly form he had slim white feathered wings and his hair were long and silky, covering his frame like a golden white mantle.

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blind-betrayalmoved · 2 years

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🔥Fire, 🕷spider, and 🎞film for Maria?

🔥 FIRE - what angers them easily? how do they handle their anger?

Greed and cruelty. Kind of basic bitches answers but its true, her whole pre-war law career was driven by the fact she couldn't stand to see others taken advantage of (to the point of her own detriment because...well, you know how the pre-war world was. you honestly think people were given fair trials? she was trying to bucket water out of a sinking boat).

She handles her anger fairly well, she managed to grit her teeth throughout her brotherhood career and at most, be mildly snarky and smug to Maxson (#girlboss). The only times she's gotten overly angry were breakdowns-- Fighting Kellogg, meeting Shaun, Blind Betrayal. She still is capable of controlling herself and her actions, but definitely not her words, lol

🕷 SPIDER - what is / are their biggest fear(s)?

Silly answer: shes deathly afraid of bodies of water and being underwater. Rain, baths, showers, puddles, etc thats fine. it's the second her body starts to disappear under the water (water that usually has living things in it!) that she freaks out. She'll faint if its bad enough, which...isn't great cause you know, drowning.

Serious answer: losing her family, again. Every time Piper goes on a story without her, leaving Danse alone for too long, thinking about raising synth Shaun in a world that's getting better but still very much dangerous. All the people she've met along the way. Nick. Preston. Curie. I think she wakes up in cold sweats sometimes, seeing in her dreams worlds where she doesn't convince Maxson to stand down, or something going wrong in the Institute, the explosion with synth Shaun still in it. its enough to make her hysterical, and more than overly protective

🎞 FILM - what is their greatest / happiest memory?

Ngl had to think about this a little bit, thinking of the fairly obvious ones: giving birth to Shaun, getting her law degree, eloping with Nate.

But honestly?

When she arrives at Diamond City, she's a husk of her past self. Still very much uncertain and weak, still emotionally damaged from the vault and murder-kidnapping, still physically recovering from her c-section and the deathclaw fight. AND having to talk about Shaun all over again to Piper and Nick? Its...rough.

You know that dialogue Piper has where she calls Takahashi her special informant, and she jokingly says this:

Well, it's this moment that marks the first time Maria smiles, as in really smiles and laughs since she came out of the vault. It's not like she falls in love right there, but the interaction definitely marks an important moment where the world shifted from nightmare to fragile hope, just because Piper went out of her way to cheer her up

#asks #ty ty <3 I have so many brainworms abt this lady #maria ikamoto

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years

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Could you write headcanons for Blitzo, Alastor, Husk, Angel Dust, and Stolas having a s/o who's quite a bit shorter than them?

With an S/O that's much shorter then them

Blitzø

Blitzø was pretty tall, by Imp standards at least. And as such would just love that aspect of your relationship.

Blitzø was a smug asshat most of the time anyway, so expect him to make more then a few comments.

Will absolutely lean on you all the time, or pick you up. Easily holding your smaller form as though nothing was happening.

Definetly comes into play in the bedroom. Blitzø is already a natural Top, and your height difference would only magnify such a dynamic.

The Imp will absolutely have you just sit on his lap, pretty much whenever. And expect him to treat you like you were made of glass.

The Imp will take any chance to hold your smaller form.

Alastor

Alastor was used to others being shorter then himself, he was quite the buck in that manner.

But with his S/o, he loved your difference in stature.

It added a whole other dynamic to your relationship that he found just Oh so entertaining.

He would naturally be protective of you, but your shorter stature would only heighten such instincts.

The man will carry you about, although he would let you down if you asked.

He will absolutely dance with you, regardless of the difference in height. And sure, it may take a bit of trial and error, but he will absolutely figure it out.

Nothing will stop him from dancing with his S/O.

He will carry you about in a slow waltz if he must, but you are going to dance together.

Expect a lot of jokes. And I mean, a Lot of jokes about your height.

He'll poke at the difference regularly, and while usually it's just some playful remarks, he can go to far.

And sure, you would get mad at him from time to time, he would manage to say sorry in his own sweet way. Usually holding you close, gently singing before telling you he was sorry.

Husk

Husk was about as low maintenance as an S/O could be. As such, he wasn't all to fussed about the specifics of your relationship.

But he did really love your shortness.

The kitty cat loves nothing more then to curl up with your smaller former after a night of drinking.

Of course you won't let him near the bed if he reeks of alcohol, so he quickly got into the habit of showering before coming to bed.

Although he wasn't past just stumbling in after a night of drinking, walking in and ploping into bed, drunkenly pulling you into his embrace.

Husk nuzzling into you, the Kat always overly affectionate when intoxicated.

The cat always smelled of his signature musk. Stinking of spirits and the smog you only found in a seedy bar.

And while sometimes it was annoying, the cats stink often staining the blankets. You came to find a comfort in his smell. Because as harsh as it could be, you only smelt it when you were with the one you loved.

Angel Dust

Angel was very used to short people, he's like eight feet tall or something, So yeah, he's usually the tallest in the room.

But you were his itty bitty baby. His favouretest tiny person.

Will constantly be holding you. Typically you on his lap, or curled into his side. Will literally pick you up and carry you around under one of his arms, like a squishy little handbag.

Will literally forget he's holding you and begin to freak out, thinking he'd lost you, until he accidentally dropped you. And the spider could calm the Hell down.

You usually being in a sour mood for it, for the rest of the day.

But he usually made up for it. Eventually.

Will absolutely baby you to no end.

Is a natural Power Bottom and you better believe your height will play a part in that. And play you would.

Stolas

Stolas is very used to being tall.

He is Tall after all.

Goetia are the finest stock in the seven Rings. So he was easily used to being around much shorter demons, the Owl having many Imps on his staff.

Thinks your absolutely adorable and will absolutely fawn over you.

Expect to be coddled.

Like, a lot.

If you let him, he will utterly pamper you into oblivion. And if your equally affectionate, oh, he will just die and go to Heaven, or Hell.

And well, he does love your being short.

We all know he's a bottom, and the small his partner, the better. You will be expected to top.

That's not to say you couldn't, or won't bottom, but he had his place and you had yours.

Yours usually being on top of him.

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missblissy · 3 years

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Human Alastor x reader playing Bowling? (Idk i just like that type of date hhaha) Maybe just them or maybe with friends

((>W>.............................. js I hate bowling. But I love you nonny, so for you..... I made this. ENJOY!! Sorry for the wait *cries*))

How goes bowling these days? Is that even still a thing? And why would anyone want to go bowling other than to drink? But no one drinks have the time... people just go for the pin and balls. Maybe it had to do with long and round phallic objects and balls rolling around. Regardless, your friends had dragged you to go bowling for whatever reason. And you decided to drag Alastor along because if you had to suffer, so did your boyfriend. It was also a bonus that he got along with your friends as well... some of them at least.

It was Charlie's idea mostly. She was someone who always wanted to go out and try new things. It was something she lived by apparently because this week's new activity was bowling at one of those dark neon allies with an arcade built-in. Charlie managed to talk her girlfriend, Vaggie, into coming too. Angel came because he also assumed there would be drinks but found out there wasn't a damn bar inside. You honestly had no idea how or why Husk was even there because he was completely and entirely miserable. If you had to guess it had something to do with you forcing Alastor to come.

Anyways, you and your little group of friends had found themselves staring down an alley with those silly little shoes on. Angel wouldn't wear his though, he wouldn't let their piss shade of yellow clash with his outfit.

You were sitting in plastic chairs next to Angel as you watched Charlie and Alastor go up next. You had two lanes so they went together. Angel sat next to you, he grabbed an arm behind you on the back of your chair and leaned in, "Five bucks says Allie gets the gutter," He whispered loud enough for Alastor to hear. You giggled as you saw your boyfriend's brow twitch and ignore the comment.

There was a second there that you were tempted to say something back to Angel but you were interrupted by the loud clash and computer saying "Strike!" You looked up and saw that Charlie was still holding her bowling ball. But walking away with a smirk on his face, Alastor's smug pride gleamed off him. The shock on everyone's face only made him boast to himself even more. When did Alastor find the time to get good at bowling.

As he sat down next to you, he threw Angel's arm away from you and replaced it with his own, though he was sure to wrap his fingers around your shoulder and bring you closer to him. He never liked Angel, and he was always so overly protective when it came to you anyways, so it wasn't welcomed that the boy was so close to you. Even if he was a guy. Competition is competition, it doesn't matter who they are, Alastor didn't like sharing you. Period.

"How... Did you do that?" You asked him.

Alastor shrugged and watched as Charlie threw her bowling ball right into the gutter, "I'm perfect at everything I do, dear." That was supposed to be satire.

Angel rolled his eyes and with a huff, he crossed his arms, "You can't fuck." He deadpanned.

Instincts kicked in and you ducked seconds before Alastor nearly climbed over you and punched Angel in the face. He missed and got him in the shoulder instead.

"Leave Alastor and his fuckless life alone," Husk said as he got up from his seat, "Some people are just better than the rest of us sexual deviants," He took his turn bowling soon after saying that. Vaggie went next as well. She choose to keep her mouth shut on all this.

But even Charlie had something to say, "Come on guys," She awkwardly waved her hands, trying to calm everyone down, "If you're going to fight take it outside this time. I don't want to get kicked out of another place of business..."

"He won't fight me, he'd know I'd deck him in the head and give 'em a one-two combo real quick like last time." Angel reminded everyone, and you all collectively remembered Angel clocked Alastor in the face at a bar after a heated argument. Alastor went out like a light and broke his nose on the way down. You looked at him and saw the little kink in his nose from that night.

You sighed and reached down into your pocket and pulled out your wallet. You grabbed a random twenty and handed it to Angel, "I'll give you this and two cigs if you go outside for ten minutes."

Angel gave you a snotty look, somewhat offended that you'd even offer such a thing. But he knitted his brows, snatched your twenty-dollar bill, and stole two cigarettes from the pack you left laying next to you on your seat, "I'm gonna find a bar on this fucking street- I'll be back later, losers."

You could still feel the rage simmer off Alastor even after Angel left. Though you didn't have time to say anything to him. It was your turn to go up. And now that Angel was gone, you didn't want to go up there and make a fool of yourself alone... Half your plan was to have Angel bowl next to you so that no one would notice how bad you were.

"Um-" You said as everyone waited for you to go, "I'd...uh... Um. I don't know hooow-" You were cut off as Alastor quickly got up and pulled you up with him.

He dragged you to the lane and got a bowling ball for you, "Hold this," He said. You noticed his anger from before had all but melted away. Alastor gave you a charming smile and stood beside you, "Copy me. Like when we dance."

You blinked at him a few times then did was he said. He held his hand up, pretending he had a ball. You copied him and did the same. He brought his hands to his chest, stepped forward, swung his arm back then forward again. You smiled at him and did the same, but you actually threw a ball. It rumbled down the lane and crashed into a couple pins. At least you didn't get the gutter.

"See? That easy," Alastor smiled at you. He place a hand on your arm and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He grabbed your hand in his and asked, "Do you want to see if they have any vending machines in the arcade? We can get some snacks?" Which was code for do you want to sneak away for a second?

"Sure," You quickly agreed while locking your fingers with his. The two of you scurried off with him. The second you were out of eyesight and safe behind a wall, Alastor gave you a more proper kiss.

He pulled away and asked, "Why did we come again?"

You shrugged, "Charlie asked." You simply said.

Alastor let out a huff then started walking with you towards the vending machines, "You can't really say no to someone like her..."

As you pulled out a few loose coins from your pocket and slipped them into the machine you laughed, "No, you can't." You both dearly loved your friendship with Charlie... But she could be a bit bossy sometimes.

The two of you collected an arm full of snacks and started walking back together, "Well, I say when we get home, we have a proper date."

You laughed and even lost a few snacks. You picked them up quickly and said, "You mean you cook us dinner and we watch a movie? That's not a proper date either, ya know."

Alastor smirked at you then nudged his arm into yours with a grin, "It is too because it'll be just us. Alone."

You rolled your eyes but still chuckled to yourself, "Alright, alright," You said, "What do you want to watch?"

He shrugged, "Don't care. I just want to make fried rice tonight."

You let out a huff of a laugh and passed out a snack to each of your friends while Alastor gave them a drink of some kind, "Fine. But I'm picking a TV show then because I just started watching something on Netflix."

"Aw, are you guys leaving?" Charlie asked with way too much sadness on her face.

"No, no-" You waved a hand slightly, "Alastor just doesn't think this is a proper date, so he has to make one up at home."

"What do you mean this isn't a proper date?" Vaggie threw a hand in the air, "All of us brought our partners! I mean- Angel left... So Husk is more like a third wheel at this point. This definitely counts as a group date or whatever."

"Call me old-fashioned, but you don't bring your friends on a date and there is no such thing as a group date," Alastor said as he cracked open a can of cola.

"What about a double date?" Husk asked from his seat while he tore open a bag of chips.

"This isn't a double date and even then those aren't real dates either. You're supposed to be somewhere nice, havea nice meal, share a few drinks. Share some stories and laughs with the one person you're interested in courting, then call it a night, done!" Alastor smiled to himself while everyone else collectively sighed. He was old-fashioned. (But you liked that about him.)

"This isn't 1955, Al. You can go on a date anywhere. Like here. What about going to the zoo? Could that be a date?" Vaggie asked.

Alastor thought about it, tapped a finger to his chin then gleefully said, "Nope! That's an outing!" Several people groaned but no one went on to feed into his banter.

You did hear Husk grumble under his breath "You need to go out to go on a date," But Alastor must have not heard it or choose to not say anything.

The rest of your night there wasn't that bad either. Angel did end up coming back, but not without his arms full of booze bottles of all kinds. They didn't serve drinks here but at least Angel was wise enough to buy some solo cups too. No one was really paying attention to the bowling anymore either. (You lost, not that you cared or anything.... You did.) Instead, you and your friends had gathered around in the arcade, drinking, laughing, playing games, and picking on each other harmlessly. You enjoyed every second of it, much to your surprise. Alastor did as well, though... He still insisted on his proper date once you got home.

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engagedlesbiansblog · 2 years

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Hello! Can you be so kind as to match me up with a hazbin/helluva character?😁

The name is Nicole/Nick depending on my mood. I am a genderfluid, Omnisexual, and amnipoly. Basically open to anyone!

Zodiac: Libra sun, Pisces moon, Leo ascendant, scorpio Mars and venus

Looks: 5' 4.5" tall, fem presentive, lighter skin, hourglass shape, large tatas, thicc behind, muscled biceps and calves, I take pride in my defined abs, and hate my tiny hands. I have light stretch lines on the tops of my breasts, and darker ones on the insides of my thighs 😏, I have dark blond hair in a 70's shag with lighter blond tips. Dark blue-green eyes that shift with my mood, what clothes I am wearing, the lighting, and my surroundings. I also have glasses but I am getting lasik so I wont need them anymore. I might still wear them without lenses tho.

Likes: homicide (solving cases not causing them, but I am morally gray enough if it came to me living in hell I wouldn't hesitate), science, tech, music (I hate heavy rock), vintage fashion (1800s to 1950's), history, foreign things, learning, reading, dancing and singing, cleaning, playing card or board games, winning, fantasy or real animals, myths/folktales, baking, sweet things, old fashion sports, manners, art (not modern), swimming, my grandmother, the color blue (except light blue), mysteries, pirates, fire, lastly modern comics.

Hate/dislike: the colors orange and brick red, most video games, modern art but it's just painting a red dot and calling it a day, loud random noises, getting stains on fabric, bitter coffee, spicy and sour foods, not knowing things, my mother (most of my family really), not being able to touch the bottom of the the open water that I am in, bad manners, making stupid decisions, losing, being manipulated, bad liars, abusive parents, to many ads on the radio, setting the table wrong, modern sports like basketball and foot ball, drinking/smoking around children, bad grammar, tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squash, red potatoes, cheddar cheese, pepper jack cheese, pumpkin

Personality: basic bitch, overly sensitive on the inside but cover it with harsh remarks cue kicked puppy feelers, will stab someone on a bad day (might do it if overly bored), easily excitable, mom friend, morning person and a night owl, hand me a child that is under the age of 6 and it is mine and I will be it's new mother, horse girl,

Flaws: high functioning autistic, abusive mom, father whom I have never met, dyslexia, OCD, ADD, ADHD, my trama induced stutter (not that bad but still there), second guessing myself, seperation and normal anxiety, pettiness, anger issues, people call me a basic white girl all the time, hypersexual*, asthma (only affects continual exercise),

* if my partner dislikes sex than I respect it and there space

Ex. If a cat was a human that would be me, I love staring jugementaly at people, I also know some French, Latin, Elizabethan English, I can read Spanish, and enjoy laying in the sun wherever that my be.

If you cant do this it fine!😘👑

Let me start off by saying this . . . .

I'm stuck between Sir Pentious and Alastor. Sir Pentious came to mind when you spoke of the 1800s part and Alastor when you said the early 1900s but another one I'm stuck on is Husk. I can see you with these three mainly do to the fact of you have a little bit of everything. But I mainly see you being a protective bestie too Alastor.... So I really can see you with Sir Pentious.

With Sir Pentious I can only think he would love your curvy figure if anything he would worship it. He comes from the late 1800s and is very gentlemanly when it comes to the one he is "courting" as he would put it.

Same with Alastor. He is more so gentlemanly all around. But I can see y'all being the best of friends if anything so mainly it'll be Sir Pentious.

The way you met Sir Pentious is when you were hanging with Alastor. Pentious trying to start a war with Alastor and you not liking the fact that your besties time is being taken by this snake of a man

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You: "um excuse me can you not bother us I'm tryin to have a conversation"

Sir Pentious: "Little missy don't bud into overlord business"

You: "excuse me first of all don't just assume my gender I will peg your ass so hard you'll think your a woman. Second of all you aren't even an overlord... You're a wannabe."

Sir Pentious: "I will murder you"

You:

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Now how y'all started to actually be friends was when y'all ran into each other at a shabby bar. You being mad that you couldn't get a proper buzz from the Alcohol. Then in came Sir Pentious and your just like

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Sir Pentious: "well look who we have here the pinstripe freaks friend"

You: "hey that's my bestie your talking about. This alcohol is not working so I suggest you get your tail untwisted before I absolutely eradicate it."

Sir Pentious: "well of course not this bar sucks"

You: "then why are you here?"

Sir Pentious: "I was here to meet someone but I think I found someone more interesting"

You:

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Now how y'all dated was completely different. He saw you out with someone else and got jealous like really jealous. And you weren't even dating this person. *Que flash back*

Sir Pentious: "Nicole/Nick, who's this?"

You: "This is a friend of mine Loona"

Sir Pentious: "Well nice to meet you Loona"

You: "Well what are you doing here"

Sir Pentious: "I was ya know starting turf wars and all but I saw you and thought you were on a date."

You: "oh and if I was?"

Sir Pentious: "well I would've had to stop it."

You: "Don't tell me you're jealous"

You absolutely said this with an evil smirk. You did an uno reverse on his ass and left him shocked.

"I wouldn't mind courting you" he said blushing.

"and I wouldn't mind being courted"

Again left him absolutely speechless.

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So after that y'all started to hangout a lot more flirted as the courting started. I can't stress enough He Is A GENTLEMAN. GENTLEMAN in all caps. He holds the door for you, takes you out, treats you like the queen/king you are and respect's you all the way ✨😩 (I'm kinda jealous now). And Y'all have phone convos. I'm sure you taught him how to use it. Like Instagram.

Sir Pentious: Hello, My queen 👑, just checking on you.

You: awe honey, I'm fine just out with Angel and Cherry Bomb.

Sir Pentious:

You:

(I'll do the Hazbin in a little bit)

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midnight-hotel · 4 years

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Sfw headcanons for Angel Dust, Husk, and Alastor with his s/o please? Do your best and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel fandom! I hope you'll enjoy your time here :)

Angel Dust

Angel isn’t one for love and romance, so to become his partner is actually a massive achievement.

Considering his profession nd lifestyle, he has distinct walls put up to protect him from being hurt emotionally so your relationship, much to everyone’s surprise, developed very slowly.

Once he opened up, you discovered small things about him that he seemed to silently love. This included, but is not limited to; holding his hand, sitting close to him, running your fingers through his fluffy hair (behind closed doors- he has an image to uphold) and sleeping with your arms wrapped round him.

He enjoys being held in the moments where things are calm and you’re alone. He speaks in a low tone- unless leaning into you and ranting- and just wants to cuddle.

Sometimes when you’re cuddling, he insists that Fat Nuggets join the two of you. He has plenty of arms to use after all.

When you’re out and about however, he likes having an arm around you, hand typically tucked into the back pocket of your pants or sitting on your hip. He likes it even better when your arm finds its way around his waist too. It’s a very intimate way of showing others that you’re together, even if it was hard for him in the beginning. It also helps in the degree of other demons wanting a piece of him. Some are daring enough to call out for him, but others back off seeing you there.

All in all, there is a lot of contact in this relationship, but also an unspoken respect for each other’s boundaries.

Angel Dust does enjoy wearing drag and I can imagine him dressing up for you if you like it too. Of course, you’d have to support what he wants to do and enjoys doing, so when you go out, don’t be too surprised if he comes out in a curve hugging dress that looks too good to stay on for very long.

Husk

Husk acts like a grumpy old man most of the time but he has a soft spot for you deep down. Not to say he doesnt act gruff towards you sometimes though.

He acts like he doesn’t like affection from you, but you can’t help but notice that he doesn’t push you away whenever you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his fur.

God forbid- you touch his ears and he’ll go from wanting to throw you, to practically melting into your touch.

He purrs-

He’s a little insecure at times, especially if you’re young because in the end, he is a grumpy old man who isn’t very interested in doing much.

That being said, he feels a huge sense of pride whenever he makes you smile and/or laugh. His favourite method is showing you magic tricks at the bar.

He isn’t a big fan or hanging around the hotel with you. He doesn’t like the idea of people like Alastor and Angel invading your personal space. One is dangerous and the other is dangerously irritating. This being said, he’ll pull the date card as much as he can without putting himself out financially or comfort wise (though his gambling usually does that anyway-).

He watches out for you as much as he can, preferring to have you where he can see you, just in case. Being somewhat close to Alastor, he is very weary of the capabilities of other demons.

He absolutely adores you though and if you can catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not looking; he’ll have a lovesick look in his eyes. You’re one of his only sources of happiness in Hell.

Alastor

First of all, the most important fact. He is courting you. He wouldn’t use the term dating in such a way.

Alastor isn’t the sort to express himself through touching you. He isn’t fond of hugs or any kind of affection but will take your arm to walk around together, pull you closer and touch your face, whether is be stroking your cheek, pinching it and so on.

He’s more so the type to give you gifts to show his affections towards you. A rose, a new outfit, something you looked at for a little over a second while you were walking down the street with him. Only the best for his partner.

The most affectionate he’ll get with you, in front of others, is through dancing. He’ll sweep you away into some kind of dance he fancies, music playing from nowhere in particular or his own voice meeting your ears. If you don’t know how to dance, he’ll teach you, starting out with a sweet slow dance and would eventually encourage you to move faster and faster. It’ll take a while but I’m sure you’ll be able to keep up with him eventually.

Behind closed doors, he’s a little laxer. He’ll allow you to wrap your arms around him in a hug occasionally, sit back with an arm around you as he reads a book, either to himself or out loud to you.

This is also when he’ll allow himself to give you that little bit more affection, pressing you closer to his tall frame and going out of his way to make your face flush red if it isn’t naturally that colour already.

Alastor is incredibly possessive. No one is allowed to touch you but himself and if he even hears a rumour of such a thing happening, that demon will not be found for a long time afterwards.

However, he isn’t overly protective. You’re in hell for a reason, and it’s not like you can be killed by anything other than an angel so he isn’t too concerned with your safety. He just doesn’t like demons touching what’s his. The only thing that does concern him regarding your safety, is that being torn apart, ‘killed’, by other demons is incredibly painful. The thought of you going through that infuriates him.

I’m sure it wouldn’t take too long for people to recognise you as someone not to mess with however, unless they want to face the Radio Demon themselves.

He doesn’t show it all that openly, but he does treasure you.

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regrettablewritings · 4 years

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If it’s okay. Can I please request some LOVE headcanons with Jaskier, if it hasn’t already been requested?

Dang . . . We almost got an entire set here with Jaskier 👀

Who said “I love you” first?: You know it was Jaskier. Not only because you’d spent the entire time leading up to that point desperately trying to stifle your newly-found affections, but also because everybody knows that the loudest mouth on the continent has to have the first word. However, given that it’s Jaskier, you don’t buy it at first. For one, the man throws the word “love” around as, well, a bard throws around cheesy prose. Who’s to say that his dramatic gesture of spreading his arms wide and crying out gloriously, “Dear (Y/N)! I have determined that you! Are! The! One!!” wasn’t just another show for him? For another, as much as a part of you wanted to believe otherwise, a much larger part just couldn’t believe the possibility that someone like Jaskier could like someone like you romantically -- in whatever way “someone like Jaskier” could be taken. You initial reluctance to accept the bard’s confession left him a husk of a man, pouting and frustrated as he ranted to Geralt in the secrecy of a rented room at a tavern. All the while, the latter could only bluntly state that it’s Jaskier’s fault for having taken everything without much seriousness to it. His actions got him into this mess, he surely couldn’t expect for them to get him out of it. So he had to go the other way about it. You were very concerned when Jaskier got quiet. He’d already been acting strange for the last while or so, fumbling over his words and even struggling to babble on whimsically to jostle up songs. You had half a mind to assume that the poor fool might’ve been falling sick! But when he insisted he wasn’t, and that you still accompany him to the small plot of gardening land beside the tavern, your curiosity led you to oblige. You simply had to see where this was going. Hopefully to an explanation as to why he’d been acting so funny lately. In hindsight, the silly boy had probably scoped the area to find the most romantic spot. Admittedly, there’s not so many romantic associations one might have with raspberries, but there was a rock large enough to sit upon nearby where they were growing, which Jaskier apparently decided would have to do. It wasn’t a bench or a charmingly rustic fountain, but he still took it upon himself to treat it as though it were just as special. You wordlessly (if confusedly) followed suit, perching yourself on it per his request. Though, the temptation to leap right off of it struck the moment he took your hand into his own and locked eyes with you. You’d never heard Jaskier speak so calmly, so seriously, yet without a hint of graveness in it. You waited for him to reveal that it had been a joke, that he was using the moment to harvest some sort of song fodder from your response. But it never came. He just kept kneeling before you, awaiting your response, the hope in his eyes dwindling bit by bit in the moonlight the longer you went without saying anything. “Oh,” he finally spoke. Your heart could’ve shattered with the hint of trembling in that single syllable. “I, um . . . I suppose it is a bit -- it was a poor choice to -- I shouldn’t have -- ” No sentence sounded right to him in his moment of embarrassment. He tried getting back up, unlocking your hand from his, but your reinforced grip gave him pause. You shook your head, your heart beating so hard and fast that it hurt. And yet, the pain of it dulled when in comparison to the relief and bliss you felt.

What are their primary love languages?: Being the attention whore that he is, it would only be suitable that Jaskier reaps love and affection through words of affirmation and quality time. Yeah, he’s also a very sexual being, but he’s an entertainer down to the bone: It’s simply in his nature to desire your attention. When you spent quality time with him and give him praises meant only for him, you simply must be paying attention to him! And even beyond that, it provides the both of you means to communicate and get to know one another. (Well, more than you would already have to, given that you’re on the road all the time.) But for as arrogant as Jaskier is, that bardic nature goes both ways: It’s also in his nature to appraise everything to the highest and most flowery degree, as well as to throw that attentiveness to physical appeal right back at you. He loves being able to be physically close to you in any way that he can, especially sexually. And if he can make sweet and attentive love to you while also (literally) singing your praises? Worshiping your looks and your responses to his ministrations? It’s like he’s died and gone to heaven, a la le petit mort!

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?: Frequently, when the opportunity provides it. Of course, cuddling is difficult to do when one is on the road. And even though the ground isn’t necessarily the most ideal bed for it, being spooned can certainly help alleviate the dread of having to sleep on a floor that could become muddy soon enough. But that doesn’t stop the two of you from engaging in physical forms of affection whenever you can. You’ve never really been one especially for public displays of affection, but something about holding Jaskier’s hand as the two of you trail behind Geralt and Ciri just feels right. His hold is soft and warm, with only trace amounts of callousness due to his constant strumming on the lute. And when the group takes a break, you could think of nothing more refreshing than being able to sit at the base of a large tree and tuck yourself into the crook of your significant other’s arm as the both of you rest in silence, just enjoying the ambience. Sometimes, if you’re in an especially bubbly or affectionate mood, kisses wind up exchanged with no care on if Geralt or the child see you. There’s nothing shameless about giving your beloved a kiss on the cheek or even a quick peck on the lips, is there? Besides, the real shame should fall on Jaskier for always taking it too far by trying to kiss a line up your neck. It just gets taken up to an 11 when you actually have a proper bed to sleep on: The spooning increases, the not so sneaky caresses along the sides make an appearance, and the not-even-trying-to-hide-it attempts at lovingly groping your lovely bits are made because at least now there’s some privacy. And if you’re in the right mood and not too tired from your travels, you don’t mind indulging.

What are their favorite things to do together?: It depends on where the two of you are, but the one consistency is chatting and flinging jokes at one another. Jaskier fancies himself a man of wit so when you prove not to be afraid of playing along or hucking jokes right back at him, he takes it as a game. One of the competing sort. No matter how you may try, that game is going to turn into the two of you trying to make the other laugh or blush with some crude or colorful remarks. (And you can pretend you’re above it all you want, you’re clearly enjoying it.) He also likes how much inspiration your talks can give him, from you recounting the places you’ve seen to the people you’ve encountered (though you insist it’s nowhere near as impressive as he tries to make them sound in song form).

Who’s better at comforting the other?: As observant and intuitive as Jaskier can surprisingly be, this doesn’t always mean that he’s the best at using what he’s learned to calm the situation. If anything, his skittish and overly talkative nature can only drive you further into frustration if he’s not too careful. You know he means well, but Jackie can still be a bit overwhelming if one is already not in the best mood. But when it comes to calming him, you’re one of the best there is. At the very least, you’re able to distract him enough or praise him enough to where he’ll become a little less catty. He may be pouting as he rests his head against your breast, but he’s (not so) secretly eating up the proximity, how your fingers gently card through his hair, how warm your chest feels as it vibrates with your words . . . Words that are, of course, telling him what a talented minstrel he really is, especially compared to that hack of a troubadour, Valdo Marx. The moment you feel him smirking is the moment you know he’s let go of all pretenses of being upset — he’d felt good as new long ago. Still, you let him stay there.

Who’s more protective?: I suppose Jaskier, though the more fitting term would be “possessive.” Jaskier isn’t a very competent fighter (read: He cannot fight at all) so when it comes to physical well-being, he isn’t much good for keeping you any more guarded than however fast you both can run away from the problem. He’s more of a guardian when it comes to the heart or a person’s mental well-being. As embarrassingly idiotic as he can sometimes be, he isn’t so completely unaware as to not notice toxicity in other people. Unfortunately, he’s ironically not very good at vocally communicating this. As a result, he can come across as clingy or annoying. Which he is. But also, he doesn’t want you hurt and has your best interests in mind. Meanwhile, you care plenty for his physical well-being but also know you’re not much of a fighter, either. Besides, Jaskier’s gotten by on the road by himself far longer than you’ve known him -- apparently, he knows how to at least keep his head still attached to his body.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?: Both. As a stereotypical bawdy bard, he loves giving it, and as a humanoid peacock of a man, he loves receiving it. Let him lay his head in your lap while you stroke his hair and tell him what a wonderful performer he is, and how his voice makes you weak and yet empowered with desire --

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?: It may seem a bit rough to apply a song to such a musical man, but quite a few do come to mind: “Sweet Talk” by Saint Motel, “Put Your Money on Me” by The Struts, “Fall in Love” by Bad Rabbits, “Hands” by Barns Courtney . . . Now, if you take the time to listen to these or even look up some of the lyrics, you’ll notice a trend: A man pining for a woman who’s always just ever so slightly out of his reach. Or a man singing his delight for a woman who seems altogether unimpressed or at least hesitant to take a chance on him. Or the girl is just elusive. Which makes perfect sense, given that you’re one to guard her heart when in the face of the minstrel while Jaskier is the one putting his own entirely out there for you. But don’t be dismayed: Jaskier loves a good chase. His type is best defined as “someone he shouldn’t have or must at least bust his ass to acquire”, as one can assume from his interactions with concubines, higher-standing nobility, mothers, warriors, Geralt . . . But if you have a taste for something more optimistic or lighthearted, fear not: There’s always “Easy Way” by For the Foxes or “Undone” by The Bird and the Bee. What makes a song like “Undone” unique, however, is that it’s more for your point-of-view. Your feelings for Jaskier are complex yet so simple. He knows you’re not exactly the best at emoting, much less when it comes to your affections. But sometimes, you think that’s a good thing: If you were even half so brave or careless, the poor man might’ve died from your more frequent desire to kiss him to death (not that he would mind dying in such a pretty way). You can put on a calm expression all you want: Inside, you’re a storm of thoughts. You want to impress him, you want him to think you’re witty and bewitching, you want to be his yet one definite thing, you want to be the one who, well, can make him come undone with just a kiss. And it just takes you aback sometimes to realize that the very man, known for his philandering, already sees no wrong in you, and that he wants nothing more than the very same. With you and only you.

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?: It startled you to learn one day that you’d been calling him a nickname the entire time. In hindsight, yeah, it made sense: “Jaskier” was unusual as a given name. But you had grown so used to it and how it fit him like it was bespoke, that learning his real name was Julian just . . . It felt weird. Still, that didn’t erase the fact that, yes, Jaskier was technically still a nickname for him that you’d been using, knowingly or not. Though, every once in a while you would make an attempt to refer to him as something else: “Baby Eyes”, you realized, had some unusual sticking power to it.It’s normally used in an almost pouty tone, usually to accompany the pouting Jaskier’s already doing when you say it. Not in a taunting manner, but as if to extend sympathy. You hadn’t even meant for the name to keep reappearing but it just rolls off the tongue, especially whenever Jaskier looks at you with those blue eyes, fixed in a puppyish pout. He also seems to respond well to names that suggest his talent or genius, but we would be here all night running through the specifics due to how ridiculously and pointlessly long they are. The length of Jaskier’s names had actually become a bit of a problem even when in reference to you: It’s not really a nickname when your lover wants to refer to you as “Stunning Little Starling of the Northern Sky” or “Darling Daffodil of the Valley” and so on. He’s had to shorten quite a few down to “Starling” or “Darling” or “Daffodil” or “My Muse” or “Exquisite One, Conqueror of My Heart, Goddess of My Sleeping Hours, Patron Saint to My Loins --”.

Thank you for your patience!

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floralkittygambler · 3 years

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RadioDust is the Healthiest Toxic Ship for Angel so far

@honesthazbinarchives Briefly. I’d like to go into this more in the future BUT these are the main points I said I’d do. Heh ‘stay tuned’ for why HuskerDust is toxic [haaaa funny fuckin reference n shit like Viv herself aint overdone it]. Yer dont even wanna know the lack of enthusiasm in tryna do a playful ‘cringetopia’ joke - wasnt as fun as anticipated. Anyfuckinways, the shit. Before we begin, disclaimers n whatnot, no hate intended, dni if you’re a bit of a knobhead [either stan or extreme anti], an all that nonsense. I dont own the characters no shit. In this I’ll discuss how RadioDust aka SpiDEER (thats right, yer stuck w my shit humour now) is both the healthiest ship for Angel we’ve seen so far but still rather toxic. Idc if you hate me for it but dont fuckin waste yer time telling me. Great. I dont care. Yer fuckin hard n whatnot for harassin strangers online. Big dick energy to you. This will be slightly messy, my apologies, it’s a quick summary of many points.

Alright. Firstly, out of the entire male cast Angel interacts with over all platforms, Al is given a fair bit of mercy in terms of sexual advances. In fact, a swift ‘no’ and Angel doesn’t do it again - unlike most of the other cast [pent’s is covert, husks is overt]. One thing I like is that Angel himself admits to their chemistry (claiming that whilst he thinks Al’s a prick, he thinks Al dislikes him which saddens him as he’d at least like to be friends as he feels they have good chemistry - according to the VA via Hunicast’s 1yr anniversary), there’s no further efforts to jump on his dick but a clear curiosity/interest in what Al can do. Lets go to the basics, both are of similar age [allegedly in their 30s, though Ive heard Al may be up to mid 40s] as well as created near the same-ISH time (as in, Viv’s oldest characters, at least for HH). Likewise, Viv admitted to knowing fuck all on either of their eras (and to make that public wasn’t really a wise choice BUUUT if you felt the need, it’s better worded with interest “Right now I’m working towards educating myself more on their time periods to improve their portrayals” <-- crucial if yer want that ‘realism’). Because of their real-world ages, Viv confesses they’re her favourites (even if you didnt know, she makes it pretty clear). It could be a nice ‘homage’ to their impact in her life but not too relevant otherwise. It could fulfil the need for self indulgence that she’s unhealthily leaking into the canon - which will ultimately make the series shit. No sugarcoating there. As for their ages, a relationship can work whether the gap is large or small HOWEVER there are many ethics and conflicts to each. And being an adult into kids is always fucked up. With that being said, studies have shown that closer ages often work better due to the often similarities in mindset, maturity and life goals (older folks are more likely to want to settle, younger often have more ambitions), likewise there tends to be an unbalanced power-dynamic if the ages are too far, which can lead to various types of abuse. Dont get me wrong, being with someone much older (AS LONG AS NONE OF YALL ARE KIDS) very much CAN work - but rarely. There’s much more hardwork needed as well as being in the right mindset for both, otherwise it’s bad. More on that in HD. Long story short, both are closer in age meaning both are more ‘relatable’ to one another. There’s common grounds, even in the eras there’s some higher understanding of one another. Notice how Vaggie and Charlie are similar in age? (Even though Charlie is far older, her appearance and mentality for her race is on par with Vaggie’s, making it far more likely to work out positively) One of the most prominent out of all of this however is their actual interests. So listing; Both like action/chaos/having fun (often at the expense of others), both love cooking and can be food snobs in their own right, both have sadistic AND masochistic tendencies, Al likes performance and theatre whilst Angel loves *to* perform, on that last point Angel was very intrigued and enjoyed Al’s song number/performance naturally, both really enjoy pranks and both enjoy liquor (neither show an actual addiction, but rather an interest in social drinking - no dependencies on it). Again, close eras mean both have a higher probability of understanding the other and their lifestyles better. Both are high on appearance and love themselves, implying self confident mindset (healthy BUT the narcissism isnt) yet enough consideration for how they are viewed. On the parent system, one adores his mama whilst the other hates his pops. Now Ive gone on about how they’re similar. But similarities ALONE is not enough. If it was, then fandom’s would be a lil more harmonious~ A HEALTHY relationship needs compatibility, POSITIVE conversation flow, common grounds, trust, openness and understanding. Even then, some people click and some just dont. It’s like how you can just hate someone for no reason. It just IS. Common grounds and similarity is scientifically proven to be attractive to someone - be it good or BAD. People are drawn to those like their parents in some way usually, likewise we look for people similar to ourselves (from our interests, to humour, beliefs, goals, etc). Science itself states that ‘opposites attract’ solemnly applies in the real world successfully. Though similiarity plays a large role, there has to be some differences too - that person is STILL an individual separate to yourself. Too similar and it’s boring. Too similar and you’ll do everything together without some ‘you’ time. Both Vaggie and Charlie have similar interests/hobbies in dance and music, yet still have enough differences to be identifiable when together. Vaggie is more grounded than Charlie. Charlie gives some optimism and fun to Vaggie. Remember, a partner does NOT complete you - that’s a toxic mindset when taken too seriously, You complete YOURSELF. Whether you have someone or not, you must feel complete in yourself as to not slip into toxic dependency on a lover - to become them, a shadow of them or feel like you’ve lost your identity without them. Sounds harsh but it’s true. Chaggie compliments each other without a dependency. You stand alone yet uplift one another. You don’t always agree but in the end you always have each other’s backs. Love is often butchered in a toxic light in the media. So taking that into consideration, how does spideer work? Well, here’s some examples of good, bad and neutral: - Angel loves animals, Al fears/dislikes dogs. Perhaps Angel could assist him in overcoming this? - Al hates being touched, Angel dislikes being squeezed. Maybe this could help them reach an understanding... Or cause a rift? - Angel was the only one to break Al’s composure, either Angel is the *key* to delving further into Al’s more raw self... Or just another obVOXious pest? (yeah, I said it-) - Neither respect other’s boundaries, meaning both may fuel the other to be overly disrespectful in this area. Not good. - Angel is a sarky/sarcastic fuck, Al loves dry humour. Both seek amusement and chaos. In relationships one needs to see how conversation flows and in the hunicasts, both keep up some good as well as toxic banter. Both could roast the fuck out of an opponent however. - Al is acro/ace, Angel is hypersexual (appears like a sex addict - now I say this as his book has a crossed out ‘fun stuff’ with ‘work shit’ written on it. He’s always fixed on sex from his job to his humour), this could either aid Angel ease up on the sex stuff OR make him overly push it onto Al causing major rifts and discomfort (aces can have sex, ref to ace posts that real asexuals put to understand more but no one wants to be forced into sex is the point here). And we’ve already discussed their lack of respect for boundaries. The positive is that maybe this will make Angel understand how Val is rubbing off on his own behaviour towards men [again, more on that in the HD post]. - Both similar yet different in a way that does suit their compatibility chances but that doesnt mean they will click, it just improves the odds. - Both have similar enemies in Val and Vox, they’re on common terms. Likewise, Al is against the ‘sexual deviance’ of hell meaning he may be oddly supportive and protective of Angel in terms of Val. I dont even think his sadism will override this either. - Al dislikes modern tech, Angel seems to use it as his job requires it. A nice little menial difference. - Only ONE is an addict. Take it from an expert, you NEVER put two addicts together. They’re very vulnerable and prone to slipping deeper into their addictions as well as depending on each other too much that they essentially become very clingy, suffocating and toxic to each other. Seen it in action, it’s ugly. - Both could have a lot of fun and calm moments with each other. - He isn’t immediately smitten with Al but immediately shows a natural interest in Al’s powers and performance, embracing it openly. Leads for a good friendship turned lovers plot. - In Viv’s patreon, she confirmed Angel loves confident guys [sounds exactly like Al] We need to think about where both are mentally. What benefits would a relationship give both? How would they be good and bad for each other? For Al, aside from his outdated views and being a fucking murderer and narcissist, he actually seems in a good mindspace for a relationship IF he opted to be in one. Angel however has a very immature mindset, likewise is in a phase of life where hes bed hopping. IF he were to be in a relationship, I’d say he needs a male equivalent of Cherri - someone with a similar mindset yet some differences, willing to have fun and in touch with their younger side, down to cuddle, open to share and receive love as well as not afraid to publicly be affectionate with him, someone who sees him as more than just for sex, someone fun, someone who’ll let him embrace his cutesy side publicly without shame - Cherri is younger so maybe someone who’s his age or slightly younger perhaps? I think Angel’s not retirement home ready to settle and needs someone on his level that can cuddle and chill as well as feels free and youthful enough to go wild with him. In one sense, he’s got a teen girl sorta mindset (dont put him with a teen though, it’s fuckin weird-). He needs someone positive and raw, someone to let him be himself as well as someone comfortable to be themselves around him. He has a habit of latching onto unobtainable men (in psychology, this is self sabotaging subconsciously): Travis the client, Val a pimp, Husk (emotionally unavailable and needs HEAVY self work - interestingly far more than Angel - plus he’s still onto his last relationship and an addict to gambling and alcohol), Pent who’s the enemy he was currently fighting (inappropriate timing), Alastor who’s not interested in another but his own needs [selfish, VERY bad for a relationship]. Subconsciously he’s self sabotaging on purpose. There’s many psychology books as well as sources online for this, if you’re interested. Either way, Angel is drawn to men either like his father [who dislike him, shun him, or are otherwise cold, abusive or just blatantly dislike or otherwise dont care about him] or anyone with money to fuel his drug addiction/’debt’ to Val. Going with any of these men isn’t a good idea. Preferably, Angel needs someone who he doesnt immediately crush and obsess over. Someone who he doesnt sexually harass or assault. Someone he can build a connection with quickly that can bud into romance (think how Chaggie started as a friendship which clicked immediately). Maybe even someone he doesn’t expect to fall for but does so anyways. It would be more realistic as Viv wants as well as more healthy. That for once he isnt sex or money craved instantly, thus doesnt sexually harass/assault and is given a proper chance to develop and grow a friendship and love. Someone who isnt an addict. Someone with an on-par mindset where they click. Someone open to love. For any chance of a good relationship, Angel needs to be with anyone BUT who we’ve already seen. There’s too much toxicity that’ll be swept under the rug and justified otherwise. Too much shit to fuel homophobes in terms of gay stereotypes. Even though Ive focused a fair bit on Angel, it’s NOT just about Angel. That’s something fans forget. Some he depends on or someone who depends on him in the long term wont last and will be very dangerous to both. Just because you suffer, you dont then deserve to be rewarded with ‘something nice’. You dont get to have everything youve ever wanted. Giving him any of these blokes [minus Val] gives him a pass. Gives him what he wants. I get Viv loves him but life doesnt work that way. True lasting growth comes from learning that. Acceptance and growth. You dont get everything you want and sometimes thats a GOOD thing. He’s not a spoilt kid who gets everything he asks for, he’s YOUR creation. If you really wanted what your creations deserve then you need to research and be realistic with it. Because hes starting to feel like a shitty Gary-Stu at this rate. I live with an ‘Angel Dust’ like person. It used to feel like life gave her everything and most times it did. Everyone loved her and she could get away with murder if she wanted to. But now she’s had to struggle and grow, let go of some ‘wants’ because they werent good for her and she’s becoming better for it. She has a long way but she’s more humble for it now [still got self confidence but it’s less narcissism now, which is more healthy for her]. Also, they make the word anal lol

#stans and antis dni #pros and cons to radiodust #spideer #anti hazbin #viv needs to actually research #vivs been in toxic relationships so she should know better and how these come across #wait until anti huskerdust #ill really be fuckin loathed then #anyways #enjoy?

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rideboldlyride · 4 years

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Zutara Week Day 3- Fuse

Seal My Heart and Break My Pride <— the AO3 link

Here’s some fun... It’s not going to last, I promise.

***

It’s as she orders the second drink, while idly talking with Teo, and now Jin, that it occurs to her. He was about to play. That was obvious. Toph had mentioned that the musicians that had been playing when they entered still had at least one more set. While she and Zuko had been discussing the philosophical choices of certain whiskeys, there had been no live music.

As the drummer - now identified as Jin’s boyfriend, Haru - spoke once more into his mic, she watched closely as Zuko sat at the forefront, quiet, reserved, but very obviously the main guitarist and singer. Maybe, she thought, though the thought thrilled her, maybe she had missed the other set while they had been talking. Maybe he was not the main singer of one of her favorite bands.

Then the first few notes danced across the air, and Katara could not prevent the laugh that escaped her. Eyes still glinting, she turned and spotted her friends across the room. Toph’s grin was wide, and Sokka was bemoaning his fate, as he dug out a five-note. Meeting a laughing Suki’s eye, she extended her slender middle finger, raising it clearly for them to see. Suki only laughed harder, before turning to Toph to explain her motion.

Katara decided to ignore them, only as they deserved, and turned back to the musician with the husky voice, sipping happily at her drink.

***

It was easy to spot her in the crowd. It was more difficult to not stare. There was something to her that moved in the light, and the warmth in his chest grew. She moved and swayed to the sound of the music, but hovered still by the bar. In one moment, he could swear he saw her lips mouth his words. She… knew his music?

He desperately reached for the bourbon as the song ended, swallowing it in one shot with a wince. Gesturing to Jin, who was now chatting up Katara, he requested a refill. He was going to need every bit of liquid courage at this rate.

***

The set was over, and the members of the band thanked the crowd before beginning their breakdown. Long past midnight, the crowd had begun to disperse. Zuko moved to where he had last seen Katara, his guitar now in its case across his back. Dread knotted in his belly, however, when he neared the bar, and found her nowhere. The look of dejection in his eyes must have brought pity to Teo, for he caught the scarred man’s gaze and pointed him towards the table that Toph and her new friends had filled. As he neared, though, he slowed, his eyes suddenly drawn to a motion near the table.

Like a pygmy puma, they stalked the table, it’s inhabitants unaware of the deadly amber eyes staring them down like prey. Instantly, he knew his appearance would only exacerbate the situation, and instead Zuko chose to hang back, a silent sentinel in case he was called upon.

“Well, well. The Beifong’s have officially stopped trying with you, haven’t they, Toph?”

“Oh look!” The blind girl was full of false enthusiasm. “It’s Azzy!”

She exaggerated the ‘z’s, drawing them into softer sounds. Suki snorted.

Suddenly getting serious, Toph’s face fell flat. “Get lost. And take your fan club with you.”

The two girls bracketing her - Zuko knew Ty Lee and Mai well - shared a glance, before following the prompts of the leader. Azula refused to be sent away.

“Wait.” Katara’s voice. He couldn’t see her face, but there was an edge he had only heard once from her. Narcissistic asshole floated unheard in his brain, and the alcohol-addlement convoluted the moment, but her voice brought him back. “Azula, has it really been so long?”

The puma eyes turned to the source of the voice, finding a new target. Zuko felt his heart sink. He knew what it was to be in front of her. At 31, he still walked on eggshells around her- when they rarely talked.

“Oh, look, girls! It’s the Fish!”

Azula… knew Katara?

“Don’t you have better things to do? I thought you were supposed to be running your daddy’s company.”

“Well, there’s no crime in finding a little fun.” Her words, exaggerated by a hip cock in her skin tight minidress left little imagination as to the kind of fun she was looking for. Scanning over the table, her eyes fell on Sokka. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

There was a purr in her words, and both Suki and Katara met her with a growl.

Feigning surprise, she reached for her chest, hands clasped. “Oh! I just assumed that since Suki was open to dating him after what happened with Yue, she would be okay if I lined myself up next for his attention.”

Suki was out of her chair, moving straight for the younger woman, before being intercepted by Katara. A dark hand laid flat on her friend’s sternum, solid. A look passed between them, and Suki sagged. The smaller woman turned back to Azula.

“What do you want, leech?”

“Leech?” Eyes flashed, and she bared her teeth at the biologist. “How dare you?!”

“Leech. One who sucks off of others to survive. Let’s see… Your daddy’s money and influence, thank goodness, have kept you from having to work a day in your life--”

“--Unlike your uneducated simpleton of a fa--”

“-- I wasn’t done.” Katara spoke over her, voice like iron. Zuko couldn’t prevent the smirk that pulled at his lips. Earlier he had viewed her as the sea, fluid, rolling. Now… Now she was a tempest, and she controlled it from the eye, with a cold clarity. “You suck off of others to feel what it means to live, trying to leave them as husks. You and your father. I feel for the rest of your family.”

The final jab was all it took. Azula sneered at her, eyes growing feral. “What would you know, Fish?! All you’ve known is a father that’s a failure, and a mother who couldn’t get out of poverty enough to save her own life.”

If he had viewed her as a tempest before, he couldn’t quantify the damage she could deal upon Azula in that moment. He knew nothing of Katara- of Sokka - of their family. But in a glance he knew two very important things.

One, Azula knew where to swing for the most pain and knew about their lives. Were they old schoolmates? It was about the only thing he could figure for them to cross paths.

And two: One did not talk bad about Sokka and Katara’s family. Ever.

Katara turned, and her eyes instantly locked on her brother’s face. In response to whatever she saw there, he watched her expression grow stony. In a flash, she turned and planted a closed fist punch to the side of Azula’s cheek.

A roar escaped his sister, and Katara turned back towards the table in time to see Sokka nod, hear Toph crow, and Aang groan. She glanced up and met Zuko’s eye as he hovered behind Aang’s shoulder, a bemused expression on his face.

***

There was something in his look, her foggy brain tried to tell her, but she was too busy trying to get it to tell her what to do next. The alcohol had made it a challenge to think clearly, but it did give her a moment of clarity, as she felt the pain shoot up her arm. In her periphery, she watched Azula’s minions haul her up and back. She thought there was a whisper of an apology from someone who sounded like Ty Lee, but when she turned back, the young woman was helping Azula move away. The pain flared again. Katara unclenched and clenched her hand, experimentally. No bones broken, she could tell, but it was going to smart for the rest of the week.

“Ya know,” she drawled out, “they say not to hit with a closed fist--”

Suki interrupted. “‘They’ being your sifu?”

“- Yes. But spirits, there are times where it just feels so damn good.”

Zuko moved up to the table.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I guarantee she’s calling the cops now.”

They followed his extended arm to where Azula sat, cellphone to her ear, proclaiming her indignance.

“If you don’t want to have to deal with that tonight, it might be good to get out of here.”

Nodding, the group quickly snagged Jin, asking to settle their tabs in the morning, which she readily agreed to. They had seen the showdown.

Sokka turned to Katara and Toph. “Suki is my DD tonight. Are you guys good to drive?”

Toph laughed heartily. Katara weakly shook her head.

“One too many whiskeys, I’m afraid.”

“Alright,” Sokka began to make some mental gymnastics. “I can take one more in the truck. We can snag Toph. Aang, how about--”

“I took the bus.” His voice was apologetic, but Zuko stepped up.

“I don’t know how far away you live, Katara, but I can walk you?”

Something sparkled in her eyes, and she smiled. “Not too far. You had too much too?”

“Yeah, but I walked here.”

“Well, it’s not safe for a single man to walk home alone.” Mischievousness. That’s what sparkled in her eyes, he determined. Zuko liked it. “All sorts of unseemly folks about at this time of night.”

“I’d be grateful for your protection, then.” He dipped into an overly formal bow, his own eyes glinting back at her. The liquid courage was finally setting into his bones.

He could hear Sokka snort. “Alright, then just be careful. Let me know when you get home, Katuh.”

A smirk pulled at her lips, as she moved to grab Zuko’s proffered elbow. “Yes, Mom.”

The sound of sirens sent both groups scrambling, but Teo waved to Zuko and Katara emphatically. With a set of gestures, he indicated a back door, to which the pair rapidly moved towards. Emerging on to the back alley, they spotted the flash of lights, hand now in hand, before turning and fleeing the opposite direction.

Many turns, twists and last minute feints, they found themselves completely lost. Oddly enough, this was humorous to them.

“Do- do you know where we are?” She pants.

“Not a clue.” The laugh dances in his words.

“If I can just find a street sign…”

The buzz is still in his fingertips, his lips, his ears. Instead of letting her pull him out into the streetlight, trying to reorient them, he tugs her gently back. A smile pulled at her lips as she turned back to him.

“What?”

“Tonight was fun.”

“Yeah, yeah it was.”

He had stopped tugging her back, but she continued moving steadily towards him.

“You liked my music?”

“Your music? You wrote it?”

He nodded meekly.

“I’ve heard it many times- and yes, I really like it.”

A humm escaped his lips. Suddenly, she was in front of him, mere inches parting them, and they both paused before the other. Her mouth worked silently for a moment, before closing. His curiosity got the better of him.

“What?”

A blush touched her cheeks, enough that he could see it even in the dark.

“Nothing, nothing-- I just- I’m not a groupie.”

His laugh peeled around the empty street they found themselves on.

“I can tell!”

A half-hearted swat at his shoulder, and she pouted.

“With an attitude like that, you won’t get any, either!”

His laugh grew even louder.

“Fine!” Turning around, she moved away, but he wasn’t about to let that moment pass.

A hand slipped out, snagging her elbow and turning her back to him, and her tipsy state toppled her into his chest, and forcing his back against a wall. His laugh faded, now a soft chuckle in his chest. She could feel it under her hands, the only thing now between them. As it faded, a closed hand rose to her face, his thumb gently caressing the swell of her cheek. While the mirth stayed dancing behind his eyes, he stilled, and she leaned into his touch, her own eyes fluttering closed against it. Slowly, glacially slow to Katara, his fingers curled under her chin, gently angling her lips towards him. His warm breath, laced with rich spices and bourbon, washed over her, and she sighed, finally melting against him.

It was a tentative kiss, light and gentle, a mere brushing over hers, as if asking a simple question. A shiver slid down her spine, and a tingle ran to her fingers and toes. He pulled back slightly. When he whispered her name, she could feel his lips form the word. Damn, he was good at this, and all restraint crashed down around her. She closed the gap, but she wasn’t looking for something gentle anymore. The hunger was voracious, and she let it bleed into the kiss. Finger tips in hair, pressure at her hips, caresses up her spine, she was coming undone. But as quickly as the tide rose, it broke. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“I know where we are.” Her words broke his reverie. The chuckle started in his belly.

“Then lead the way.”

***

Stumbling, staggering, they made their way towards her apartment. And if someone had seen them stop between streetlights to fan the sparks into flames, they said nothing, and merely shuffled out of their way. Finally, she slipped her key into the lock of her apartment door, Zuko’s arms around her waist, his nose buried into the crook of her neck, where he continued to distract her with small kisses on the open skin. Katara spun in his arms, a smile giddily at her lips. As he raised his eyes to meet hers, she felt she could swim in lava in that moment, and it would feel cool. The wave rose again, and she ran her hands into his short hair, reveling in the tingling feeling it gave to her fingers, as he leaned in to meet her lips.

But it wasn’t to be a long kiss, so she broke away as smoothly as a few whiskeys on an empty stomach afforded her. With a hand behind her back, she opened the door, stepping back into her doorway. She could feel his desire to keep ahold of her, but he let her slip from his hands. As soon as she was away from him, he leaned a hand against her door frame, looking down at her as she peered at him, her door now slotted between them.

“Thank you for walking me home, Zuko.”

He hummed again, a giddy smile on his face. It took all of her willpower not to jump right back into his arms.

“So, I’ll see you soon.” A smile was still plastered on her slightly swollen lips. “Right?”

“Definitely.”

“Will you be okay getting home?’

“Mmhmm.”

“Well,” she leaned forward a little, stopping just shy of his lips, “you better go, then.”

His eyes fluttered closed, and she allowed herself a self-satisfied smile. Katara was just as capable of leaving him speechless as he did her. On a whim, she suddenly pulled away, stepping inside her apartment just enough to grab a pen.

“I’m sure this is so very mature…” she murmured, but even to herself, the words held no strength. Stepping back around the door, she twisted to the arm propped against the door jam, jotting out a number on the soft part of his forearm. Her smile was solidly planted on her face. Tapping where she had written it, blue eyes drilled into his. Evidently seeing what she was looking for, she nodded and stepped in one more time.

“Goodnight, Zuko.”

Her lips hovered close to his, but as he went to lean in, she stepped away, playfully smirking. She slid behind the door and closed it before he could respond. The perpetual chuckle that tried to escape him all evening rose once more, and he quietly answered to her door.

“Goodnight, Katara.”

On the other side, the woman sat propped against the cold wood, trying to soothe her staccato of breath. His words were faint, but she made them out, along with the steady step away, as he left.

This evening had been one of the most unrestrained moments in her life, full of snap decisions, good surprises and gold. No, not gold, she decided. Amber, warm honey-- those were better descriptors. Tui and La, she was stricken and she knew it. It would be a while before she could finally sleep, but she made certain to text Sokka the bare minimum (“Home.”) and deal with the aftermath of his cascade of questions in the morning.

***

Zuko collapsed onto his bed, flicking his shoes off, but caring about nothing else. His mind swam with the waters of all the world. And yet, it wasn't cold and wet that settled in his chest. It was a flame. Raising his arm, he spotted the faint lines in the dark on his forearm.

The spark had been made. He just hoped that she would be able to keep it under control enough that he wouldn’t be consumed.

***

Ok, being honest, I’m really nervous about this one. I hate “creating” drama, but I really wanted to establish the Azula and Katara relationship early on, since this is going to reemerge later. Also- I really wanted Toph to call Azula “Azzy” (pronounced “Assy” of course)

I’m posting this on the fly before work, so I’ll be back on here with an edit for AO3 on my break.

@zutaraweek

#zutara #zutara week #zutara week 2020 #atla #atla is my new hell #zutara is my new hell #zuko x katara #katara x zuko #Seal My Heart and Break My Pride #no betas #we live and die like real women #it's not going to get any better than this #I promise

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archonssun · 4 years

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Huntin’ For Your Touch

Your timing was impeccable nonnie. I’m so stuck on my other stories rn 😭 Also, cuz I’m a slut for angst, this is gonna get sad...😈

Huntin’ For Your Touch

WC: 1763

Prompto didn’t get it. Whenever he was around Cindy, he’d be a bumbling mess, but around you ... he almost felt normal. He didn’t stumble over his words, he didn’t make a fool of himself. But in a way, speaking with you was more nerve-wracking than speaking with Cindy. You were a hunter, after all, and you’d have no problem kicking his scrawny ass.

Maybe that’s why he never told you. Maybe that’s why he’ll never get the chance to.

***

When he first met you, it was during their trip to Altissia, shortly after the fall of Insomnia. When they had met Cor at Keycatrich Trench, you had been there, standing at the Immortal’s side. More than anything, the gunman was curious who you were -- you didn’t look like a member of the Crownsguard, but you weren’t just some random civilian, either, if the weapons strapped to your sides were anything to go by. It wasn’t until the boys, Cor, and Monica took down the Imperial blockade that he learned you were a relative of the Immortal.

“Hey, um, not to be rude or anything, but who are you?” Prompto approached you cautiously. As he got closer, he noticed a small scar running across the bridge of your nose. It was faint; he hadn’t noticed it when he first saw you because it was so faded. It must’ve been pretty old.

“(Y/n),” you responded, giving the blond a quick once over before going back to maintaining your short swords. “And you’re not being rude, Prompto. It’s natural to be curious about a stranger.”

“How do you know my name?” his blue-violet eyes narrowed on you for a split second. Heaving a sigh, you placed your swords off to the side and directed your attention to him.

“Cor talks about you a lot, y’know,” you answered. You took in his reaction -- his brows furrowing and his face scrunching in confusion -- before you continued. “He thinks of you like a son. He’s proud of you.”

Prouder than me, at least. That’s what your expression said, and the gunslinger frowned -- not something he did too often. But he didn’t get the chance to say anything as you grabbed your weapons and walked away.

Prompto swore he heard you sniff.

***

The next time he saw you was in Old Lestallum. You had joined Dave on his hunt for dog tags. At that time, you had gained more scars across your hands and one that split your lower lip. Considering it had only been a few weeks -- a month, at most -- since you had last seen one another, Prompto couldn’t help but wonder what the older hunter was having you do.

“Dave,” you had called for the older man as soon as you had seen the Regalia pull into the small town. It wasn’t all too long after that that you were joining the four men in their search for some missing tags.

That day happened to be when Prompto realized something: he cared for you, deeply. In a more than platonic way.

That also happened to be the day that you were seriously injured while protecting Noctis.

“Noctis!” your shout rang across the battlefield. It had caught Prompto’s attention immediately, and when he turned he saw a Magitek Assassin charging his best friend. For his name’s meaning, Prompto wasn’t ready at all. Noct was in stasis after having defeated multiple assassins at once, and he could barely move. He was just a second too slow to raise his gun, and it only took that single second.

Prompto watched as you collapsed to your knees, a short sword jammed through the assassin that had targeted Noct. But what made his blood run cold was the blade sticking out of your back. He could only be a bystander as the assassin disintegrated, it’s blade staying where you had been impaled -- just below your right collarbone. His hands started shaking, his gun dematerializing as Ignis and Gladio rushed to their king’s side, as well as yours.

You were a hunter. You hadn’t taken an oath to protect him, yet you had risked your life for Noct. It was enough to shake each of the men to their cores, seeing someone that was basically a complete stranger try to protect the Lucian heir.

It was Prompto’s job to call Cor, to tell him what had happened. It wasn’t even a few hours later that the Immortal was in Lestallum, clutching your hand as fear made itself known on his face. In all the time Prompto had known the marshall, not once could he remember him looking so distraught -- especially over the possibility of someone dying.

Prompto learned another thing that day; he learned just how closely you and Cor were related.

“Please, (Y/n),” Cor’s voice trembled as he grasped at your cold hands. “You can’t leave me, too.”

Prompto stood off to the corner of the room, guilt weighing heavily in his heart.

If I had just been two seconds faster, then--

“D-Dad…?” voice crackling, your (e/c) hues met Cor’s, fear evident in them. The marshall’s grip tightened around your hand in response, trying to calm you. Tears welled in your eyes at the sight of the man and you turned onto your side as you sobbed. “Dad…”

***

After that, Prompto didn’t see you until the darkness had already set in. And when you saw Noct wasn’t with the retinue when they came back, it was Prompto that had cried with you.

Since you had almost died protecting the prince, you had grown close to each of them, but with Noct in particular. He seemed like a brother to you, and the fact that he hadn’t come home from Gralea broke you.

Not that you had been overly cheerful before they had left, you became a husk, only doing what was needed to survive and nothing more. And Prompto was with you the whole way, trying to make you smile. Or at least make you forget, for even a second, that Noct was gone. It was really for the both of you -- Prompto missed the prince more than anyone else. He hadn’t just lost a king back in Gralea, he had lost his best friend.

***

You and Prompto had grown close over the past seven years. There wasn’t a single day that you two went without one another. You two had become each other’s crutch in the absence of Noctis.

You had both changed in that time. Where once you had had long (h/c) hair, you had to cut it because of the absurd number of hunts you’d go on on a daily basis -- and washing daemons guts from long hair was a less than enjoyable affair. Prompto had done something similar, cutting back the fringe that used to fall in front of his right eye when he was twenty. Like every other hunter alive, you two looked tired, and neither of you could remember the last time you had gotten any real sleep.

Currently, you were sitting in the plastic patio furniture in front of the caravan in Hammerhead, trying to get any sleep your body would allow. You had just come back from a particularly nasty hunt that left you more exhausted than it should have. Just as you had begun to get comfy, a sound had you alert once more.

You shot up from your chair, head swivelling as you tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. But it proved difficult; even after relocating several times, you couldn’t determine its origin. It was only because you had thrown your head back in frustration that you saw Prompto sitting on the roof of the caravan. Your brows knitted together as they met his form. One leg was pulled into his chest while the other dangled off the caravan, and his head was buried in his arms.

Had it been any darker, you never would have seen the slight tremor in the blond’s shoulders. Worried for your partner, you were quick to scale the trailer and sit next to the man that had become an unlikely friend.

“Prompto, you good?” At your voice, Prompto’s body tensed. You were sure of it now; the man had been crying. He sniffled, rubbing at his eyes before meeting yours. He gave you a smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah. I’m fine, don’t worry,” he said. He yelped when you pinched at his ear, tugging slightly.

“Bullshit,” you seethed. On more than one occasion, you had found the usually happy-go-lucky blond crying, and each time he had brushed off your concerns. But you wouldn’t let him, not this time. “I’ve known you far too long for that smile to work on me. You need to focus, Prompto. We have a hunt in a few hours, and I don’t want either of us getting hurt because you were stuck inside your head.”

Your words had come out harsher than intended, and you regretted it immediately when the blond’s face fell. You quickly replaced your scowl with a frown and cupped his face in your hands.

“You’ve always helped me out. Why won’t you let me help you?” you whispered, watching as his eyes went wide and his face turned red. “At least, let me try to help you? Please?”

Prompto nodded slowly, and your lips turned upwards slightly.

“What can I do, Prom?” It was the first time you had given him a nickname in the seven years you had known him, and he was shell-shocked. Your smile fell as you watched him, waiting for a response.

It was quick, and it left you wondering just how long he had wanted to do it. His gloved hands pulled your face to his, pressing his chapped lips to yours.

“Just stay with me? Please?” his voice was small, quieter than a whisper as he pleaded with you.

“Always.”

***

“Prom.” You could barely speak, the pain becoming too much. Your body shook like a leaf as you coughed, and Prompto was quick to pull you into his arms, pressing a hand to your bloodied side.

“C’mon, (Y/n). Stay awake, please.” Tears spilled from his blue-violet eyes, landing on your cheek. “Just stay awake for a bit longer. You’ll be fine.”

Hand shaking, you reached up to touch his cheek, giving him a sad smile. Your fingers carded through the blond strands before your palm settled on his cheek.

“Don’t stop, Prom,” you wheezed. “Don’t look back. Noct will need you when he gets back. Keep pushing forward, and everything will be okay.”

#request time #prompto x reader #ffxv #reader insert #female reader #ffxv x reader

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radiotransmissions · 4 years

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Any headcannons for Protective Hotel Staff? Like Alastor loses his smile or someone says something that hurts, and even if he hides it the Staff can tell, and they like go into protect Alastor mode?

Okay so this one was a little harder cause Alastor really isn’t the type to let himself be vulnerable, and I think it takes the rest of the staff longer to warm up to him, but here’s a few! (I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you were wanting but I enjoyed writing these)

Alastor is very careful to never let his smile falter for even a second around others, but the hotel staff are able to start catching onto what different smiles mean. They also start picking up on the different frequencies he emits and how they change depending on his mood. His shadow also gives away more than Alastor would prefer.

At first the rest of the staff are super wary of Alastor’s mood changes, as infrequent as they are. Maybe he’d seen a dog earlier that day, or maybe it was the anniversary of something important. Or maybe he was just having a particularly bad day. Once everyone realizes he doesn’t actually lash out at them when he gets into these moods and he just withdraws more than anything, they subconsciously start getting more protective over him.

Husk is usually the first one to notice anything off about Alastor, considering how long they’ve known each other and whatnot. He’s not the type to ask what’s wrong or offer comfort or anything, but usually he’ll cover for Alastor’s absence/off mood in any way he can to avoid awkward encounters with the rest of the staff.

Angel is a lot more in-tune to other people’s emotions than anyone will give him credit for, so besides Husk he’s the first one to notice a change in attitude/mood. Once he notices he’ll throw out a few teasing comments, not trying to seem overly worried or overbearing. He cracks a few jokes he knows Alastor will actually enjoy, and will entertain whichever direction Alastor wants to take a conversation. Angel likes to take the distraction route when it comes to overcoming problems, he’s not great with dealing with stuff head on. But he’ll persist until he notices a positive change in Alastor’s mood.

Charlie would notice pretty soon after Angel considering she basically has the most interactions with him day to day. She’s a little less tactful and likes to tackle things head on, so she asks what the matter is right off the bat once she notices. She’s not a pushover and she’s very persistent until she gets a straight answer out of him. She’ll start humming/singing a song she knows from Alastor’s time that he likes, making some black coffee and doing whatever else she can to lift his spirits. She ropes Vaggie into helping her cook for everyone that night.

Niffty is less in-tune to other’s feelings/emotions so it takes her longer to notice anything is up, but when she does she’ll do small things while Alastor isn’t looking. She’ll tidy up his room a bit more than she usually would, maybe she’ll track down the more comfortable pillows and the warmer blankets to put in his room that night.

#i hope these are okay !!#alastor #radio demon #husker #angel dust #charlie magne #vaggie #niffty #writerandstudent

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camerinhell · 4 years

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[Hazbin Hotel Meta] Hazbin MBTIs~! Get your fresh Hazbin Hotel MBTIs here~!

I feel pretty…happy and confident about these ;w; I tried to use best judgement, the canonical info we have so far (even if a bit vague, gotta take what we can get!), and took into consideration like…that I’m really trying to be as realistic as possible. I really enjoy keeping to canon and building off realistic expressions of the characters even with a lot of the interactions between them being so bombastic or humorous. This is how I like to go about my writing for them too :)

Alastor: ESTP - Extroverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving

Al is driven and motivated (on a base level, from what it seems) by pure stimulus. Regarding stimuli in his environment, he’s not looking to gain any philosophical or emotional insight, development or further connection to others from it; he wants to enjoy the experience in and of itself, even more so with the ability to manipulate it or those involved. Alastor wants action, entertainment, and the ability to make decisions, watch others make decisions, and watch the pieces fall where they may (long as that doesn’t lead to actual stability, peace or resolution). He enjoys engaging with others on his own terms/working a room, shaking things up and not just thinking about ‘what ifs?’, but actively creating those situations. He doesn’t want to be restricted, controlled or bored. ESTPs can tend to be impatient, self-important and prideful, have a habit of turning their noses up at others, and can be selfish. All these things definitely pertain or easily could pertain to Al.

Angel (and Cherri): ESFP - Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Perceiving

Angel and Cherri revel in dramatics and energy! They are bright, relatively warm (given…where they are, lol), sociable and like to have the spotlight on them. They take pleasure in the things around them and engaging with their surroundings. They’re enthusiastic, loud, active and want to be seen and heard. Real lives of the party that are generally supportive of their friends and unafraid to speak their minds. All this taken into account, some downfalls of their personalities are that they can react aggressively towards critique or inquiry, get bored easier than (most) other types and are easily distracted. Their empathy can also come off as superficial or insincere because of their playful, non-serious attitudes (remember, we even got to see Angel struggle with empathy and support when he was attempting to console Charlie).

Charlie: ENFJ - Extroverted, Intuitive, Feeling, Judging

Charlie is the definition of an ENFJ. She is a benevolent idealist who wants to see the best in people, and honestly believes in the best in people (as we see with her dream/goal for the Happy Hazbin Hotel. She wants to inspire and be inspired. Her type is actually pretty intrinsic to the plot at large). Charlie is unbelievably selfless; her motivations and what she wishes to contribute to those and the world around her are for their betterment. She is infatuated with the thought of things but needs the assistance in executing those thoughts and dreams into reality. Weaknesses that accompany this type and definitely Charlie herself are: not thinking things through, stubbornness/lack of flexibility (particularly for themselves), and being prone to burning themselves out. From the onset of the pilot all the way until the end she’s pushing herself, having difficulty really taking advice/direction and isn’t willing to see beyond her own scope of things.

Husk: ISTP - Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Perceiving

Coming up with a likely MBTI for Husk was an enjoyable challenge! It definitely put my critical interpreting to the test and also helped me more critically assess the MBTIs for the other characters (though most of those wrote themselves/were much more apparent imo).

Husk is an avid gambler and alcoholic drinker, and these two things guided me in understanding his type. He appreciates tactile interaction and socialization on his own terms (as is required by most gambling), easily comes to decisions/conclusions from changes/information in his environment and is sensitive, for better or worse, to stimuli in his environment as many SPs are, and likely craves it actively or on a base level. Husk seems to be quietly dependable and competent/effective based off of Alastor’s (albeit humorously manipulative) words to him, which is a hallmark for ISTPs. He’s operationally a loner, but not misanthropic, just reserved/internalized unless caused to act. Some obvious issues that can arise with this MBTI and clearly would apply to Husk are: being distant or closed off, potentially risky or self-destructive behavior (yuuup~), and lacking compassion or emotional sensitivity.

Sir Pentious: ENTJ - Extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Judging

Pentious is goal-oriented (as are most other NJs), rational, intelligent and clever (despite his loud personality and Saturday morning villain aesthetic lol). He desires order and values exacting organized, calculated plans. He’s rather assertive and craves a high degree of control in his surroundings (I mean he’s a mechanical mastermind hellbent on ruling Hell and attaining more recognition and influence, after all). Being an EN type, he has a natural charisma, and much like many charismatic types, he wants to be noticed and valued. ENTJs have a tendency to desire legacy and recognition for their accomplishments since they are born leaders who enjoy setting all the dominoes in place, this is no truer than for Sir Pen. If he is to set up a lengthy, complex far-reaching plan to exact his visions, he wants to be noted, and noted well for that. Weaknesses that tend to hinder ENTJs are being overly confident and condescending, bossy, inflexible and prone to outbursts/meltdowns. If that’s not our snek idk what is tbh.

Vaggie: ISTJ - Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging

Vaggie is logical (if fiery; which should not be confused for Feeling), perceptive (which should not be confused for Perceiving), reliable, detail-oriented and hard-working. She is incredibly dedicated and forward with her intents and expects no nonsense. ISTJs like to keep a keen eye on those in their surroundings and expect those around them to abide by the standards they set as they truly do value the tasks at hand and the well-being of those around them/those they’re in charge of or aiding. If we look at her interactions with Angel in the limo, and Alastor back at the hotel, it is super clear that she is protective personally and professionally of those under her care but also the hotel/Charlie’s endeavors. ISTJs aren’t typically noted as being the guardians and protectors, and that’s usually because others are only viewing those roles from a purely emotional standpoint. Though ISTJs still have feelings like any other human-being, they approach protecting and guarding as a matter of duty first and foremost (that they wouldn’t undertake if they didn’t care in the first place). Very Vaggie. Weaknesses that can befall people of this MBTI are: being stuck in their ways/stubborn, brash and indelicate, and being unable to compromise for/with others.

I hope I did justice to these wonderful characters and helped extrapolate on them some more! With any luck, ya’ll enjoy this and it serves as a great resource for writing these characters and their interpersonal interactions ;w;/ I know there’s no way to confirm any of this as canon, but I’d like to think it’s hopefully not too far off lol Thanks for reading~!!

#alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #sir pentious #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel meta #camerins metas #hazbin hotel theories

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Ooh! Speaking of obscure elves, what do you think sea elf cuisine would be like, and what do you think their most hated food would be? :0 I love your blog so much btw!! It's the only one I have notifications turned on for lol

Thanks so much for the support and sorry for the late reply! I'm no expert, but I've put together a little of what I know about the Maormer and their food for you!

Of all the non-Tamrielic races, the Maormer have left the most comprehensive records of their food, and in certain areas have even influenced local cuisine over centuries of invasions and settlements, especially throughout southern Tamriel. Our best source of Maormer cuisine comes from the little island of Kenarthi's Roost, off Elsweyr. For some time during the 2nd Era, the Maormer held an embassy there as the local government had made a treaty that extended protection to the island by the Maormer pirates. The embassy of course had its own kitchen, and today we can find copies of some of their cookbooks in the Imperial library or the College of Winterhold, as well as in several lucky personal libraries throughout Tamriel.

As you probably expected, Maormer cuisine is heavy on seafood of all sorts, but also sports a number of fresh tropical fruits and vegetables on the side that really bring out the flavours. Extremely fresh raw seafood (which they call sashimi) is extremely popular, and includes the finest delicate cuts of ocean fish, squid, and shellfish. My personal favourites are firmer fishes like quillback, tuna, and salmon, and I also enjoy sweet shrimp and scallops most! These dainty bites are also fantastic when quickly licked with a hot flame for a bit of char on the outside (magic skills are a must for this technique). Sashimi is best served on its own, but popular sauces include citrus-based dips with sesame oil and seeds, fish or prawn roe, and a bit of fresh chili. It's extremely refreshing! (You can see the recipe for my Maormer-inspired Sea Viper Poke Bowl here if you'd like to give Sea Elf cooking a go!)

For people who are a little more squeamish about eating raw seafood, there are plenty of tasty grilled options too. The Maormer taught the Khajiit to use coconut husks to grill their seafoods and meats, which give a fantastic smokey flavour quite unlike a traditional charcoal grill. Crab and lobster are favourites, but whole fish like snapper are also popular. These are served very simply, with a good sprinkle of sea salt and a squeeze of lime juice. While we're not sure if the Maormer grew rice on Pyandonea, they certainly consumed a fair bit of Tamrielic rice with their food when on the continent, and served steamed it alongside almost every meal.

Other notable foods are a sweet-and-salty seaweed salad made of several types of cured seaweeds, which make a great accompaniment to other foods or on its own. It is sometimes mixed with land vegetables like lettuce and rucola, avocado, and garnished with citrus and coconut, as well as tiny dried salted fish or shrimp like whitebait (which keeps very well for long voyages by ship). According to logs, they also brought along staples for their voyages like seafood sausages preserved in sea snake skins, cured or salted fish, tapioca, and lots of dried fruit like mangoes and banana chips.

And the Maormer are NUTS about coconut! Coconut water is probably their most consumed beverage, as fresh coconuts kept sealed on ship journeys keep very well and are also full of tasty juicy flesh which is eaten on its own or mixed into fruit salads with other tropical fruits like mangosteen, citrus fruits, sweet palm fruit, watermelon, and mangoes.

As for their most hated foods? I'm not entirely sure, but I have a feeling they wouldn't be too fond of the things landlubbers like me enjoy, especially foods that are overly processed. Chances are they aren't too fond of eating many land animals or their byproducts, as we don't see any records from their embassy for products like cheese or salt meat (especially beef or pork, which Tamrielic peoples generally consume lots of). They also don't seem to eat much in the way of bread either- whether that's because they don't grow wheat on Pyandonea or if they don't like it is up for speculation.

Overall the Maormer diet may possibly be healthier than any of the Tamrielic races, and it is a shame that they're horribly hostile and don't come to Tamriel as much as they used to, as I would love to learn more about their cuisine! ~Talviel

#worldbuilding #Maormer #Sea elves #Tes #The Elder Scrolls #Lore

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