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[sunnylands-world]

Draco Malfoy's masterlist 2

Updated: mar, 1, 2023

Welcome to my Draco Masterlist, readers, and hope you like my fics! Header, banners, and dividers are all by me

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PART 1 HERE

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My Favorite - SMUT:

Draco is obsessed with your thighs so he finds a new way to enjoy them…

Awkward - KINDA ANGST:

you were just sleeping with each other, no one was meant to get attached; especially since you both knew what it would cost…

A bit possessive - FLUFF AND ANGST:

someone shows up and they are a little too affectionate with you for Draco. What happens when the two protective, and possessive men meet?…

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Draco universe request

CRYBABY - SMUT:

Draco brings you to work but instead of helping like you're supposed to you, you whine about him not touching you until he has enough…

Bloody rose's:

you happen to walk in on your step dad in a meeting with his enemy in the mafia while pregnant with his child and Draco has to keep them quiet…

FINE LINE:

Draco is a far man he hears bullshit all day but they cross a fine line when it comes to you...

The Malfoy men - SMUT:

you're just cleaning like usual when both Malfoy's decided to fill you with their cocks…

The Devil And His Dancer - SMUT:

you're working to pay off college. You never expected to meet him and be sucked into his world of danger…

who are you now - ANGST:

time flies by and people change. Sometimes for worst than better

My hero - SMUT:

Draco comes back mad about the situation at the casino and you can't help but thank him for what he did…

It cuts deep - ANGST/FLUFF:

you've lost your only family and the boy you loved may have been the cause…

My God - SMUT:

your mother's evil but your step dad's your god with emotions he needs to release...

Cum for me, and scream while you do it - SMUT:

you're rather shy about the noises you make but your boyfriend won't have any of it…

Missing - SMUT:

it's family dinner and your mother can't seem to figure out why you would miss it. Only you didn't, you're rather close by enjoying your own meal…

Cherry cheeks - FLUFF:

you're headed over to your best friend when he decides to play with your heart…

How it should be - ANGST:

you've been best friends your whole lives but in the end that's all you'll ever be

Need you anywhere - SMUT:

your step dad just has to have you no matter what it may cost…

The ugly is pretty - ANGST TO FLUFF:

you met an attractive boy at the perfume store but you had no idea that he was a bully…

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Message chat with step dad 1

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SERIES ↓

His Enemy, My Lover Series: being Harry potter's sister means nothing to anyone unless you're used as a way to harm him. What if someone else thinks you mean something?

His enemy, my lover PART 1

His enemy, my lover PART 2

His enemy, my lover PART 3

His enemy, my lover PART 4

His enemy, my lover PART 5

His enemy, My Lover PART 6

His enemy, my lover PART 7

His enemy my lover PART 8

Professor Malfoy PART 6

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[sunnyupsidedown]

Thoughts On: The Last Binding Series

by Freya Marske [goodreads]

Basic Summary of Book 1: Un-magical Robin Blyth takes on a civil servant job that suddenly throws him into the middle of a magical conspiracy. With the help of his coworker Edwin Courcey, they begin to unravel and hopefully attempt to prevent a plot that will change magic as the world knows it.

Books in the Series:

A Marvellous Light

A Restless Truth

A Power Unbound

Book Recommendation For Those Who Like:

Historical Fantasy

Found Family

Mysteries

Rating: M for the nsfw scenes.

Unorganized thoughts and many spoilers below

This might just turn into a ramble on how much I like Jack Alston.

Anyway. I love the way Marske writes romance and interpersonal relationships in general. The characters feel real. Like, things get emotional and they hurt each other, but they come back together. Apologize when needed. Talk. It's an emotional maturity between lovers, between friends, between family, that I enjoy reading. Those hard conversations are on the page and not glossed over and magically fixed. (thinking about Maud and Violet where Maud didn't accept Violet running away. Thinking about Jack apologizing to Edwin. Thinking about Jack and his mom.)

I particularly like the complexity of the relationship between Edwin and Jack. Like. From the first book, you just have the sense that Jack was a bully, which he was from that side of things, but it's more complicated than that. But you don't know that then. The second book you get that Jack just doesn't care. He's mean to everyone so it's not like Edwin was particularly special. And in the third, you can see the growth from Jack, seeing that not everyone he has in good regards speak the same language of insults as he does. And from Edwin, you can see the strength he's gained from learning to love and to be loved. Seeing them interact kept reminding me that they were, in a loose sense, lovers once but they were childhood friends before that.

Seeing the the characters from different POVs was fun! I wish there was more Edwin and Robin from Maud and Violet's POV in the second book, but seeing them from Jack and Alan was nice. I didn't notice in the first book just how much of a nerd Edwin is. Makes my jock instincts want to shove him into a locker (affectionate). It's so cute how much Robin loves him and to see the ways different people notice.

So that's enough about all the other things. Time to gush about Jack lol

First book, didn't even register him as important. Second book, loved him instantly. HE'S SO MEAN!! But he helps out anyway out of some sense of responsibility!! And because Maud reminds him of his dead sister!! And they just won't leave him alone.

Watching Jack slowly finding a reason to live again was so cathartic. My chest hurts just thinking about it. To be hurt and to heal. To push on the wound and realize that at some point it has scarred over.

I genuinely really like characters who have gone through something awful, are a little unpleasant, and at some point learn to heal. I LOVE angst so much!!

Also the romance between Jack and Alan was interesting. I did like it a lot, but I also kept thinking "Give me something tender!!". Which was there between the lines of their play and the respect they showed each other. And then the last bit of the book, but at the same time, I wanted to see more of it.

Another thing that was pretty meh was that I wish Alan and Alan's nullification did more. Yes he did a lot to move the plot along as needed, but at the same time, a lot of sections in his POV, he was just a spectator watching everyone else do things. This kind of happened with Jack a little too.

Other little bits of thought

Love that it was brought up how Jack has slept with half the friend group. I was thinking it but was shocked when he was thinking it too lol

Wish we could see more with Addy and her dynamics with Robin and Edwin

It's so funny how the roman tracks became more important to the plot with each book

Took me waaay too long to realize the great threat is WW1

Wish there was more with Lady Dufey and the fae. I think it would be fun to explore and to hear more about her long life and also what happened after the contract was broken

The first chapter of the third book was so hard to read. Kept having to put it down in case I burst into tears. Haven't had such a strong reaction to a first chapter since The Song of Achilles.

I like Marske's prose. Like her word choices and sentence structure. It's both playful and devastating and I look forward to reading everything she writes.

Okay that's it. Those are my thoughts!

#the last binding #a marvellous light #a restless truth #a power unbound #freya marske #thoughts on #m #book recs #I ruined my sleep schedule for the last book #thats the strongest recommendation i can give to anything

[cowboylikedean]

i love all my kids equally

niko has been mine the longest. he's the most needy and the most annoying. we have developed such a love for the things that make us angry about each other and we've been through so much. he's the only cat i've ever seen who likes to sleep being hugged tightly. He's my little spoon.

i got purrsephone after bunches died. she was named maya when i got her, which is my sister's name and sometime i see my little sister in her so much. she's a bitch, but also such a softy. she is SO affectionate and will demand affection in a way the other two won't. she is so sweet but she's also a bully. its hard to explain but i love her. she's also so attached to me that when i'm not around for a few days, she will get a stress uti. she's the cat i've had the second most amount of time but she's my oldest and my old lady

binx, my youngest, is a trouble maker but also the most increible ball of cute. she keeps me young playing with everything. she's 2 and she's still a kitten. so small and will follow me from room to room. she kneads me and drools on me.. but she likes my bare skin and will reject if i put fabric. since i had her youngest, she's grown up tolerant of things like cutting her nails. she made it her little baby mission to be niko's mini me and also made it her mission to piss everyone off. she is a devil and walks the line between the worst and the best like a pro, better than all the rest.

they're the loves of my life

#tres kitties #binx #purrsephone #niko #personal

[couldibeanymorechaotic]

What I Think About Some Canon and Fanon Ships!!

Canon:

Romione (ron x hermione): Cute!! they have been through so much together and just fit together. Their fans are also really nice and pure (except for some Lavender haters)!! I do have different characters that I ship with them more (fanonically) but for canon, they are really good together!! 8.5/10

Hinny (ginny x harry): Meh.....not my most favorite ship ever but still pretty cute.....I think it was just kinda too stereotypical (his best friend’s sister has a crush on him) blah, blah, blah! I think it would’ve been better if Ginny was just more confident and independent (like she was in the books) but overall it’s a pretty decent ship. 6.5/10

Remadora (tonks x remus) : Pretty good but I ship wolfstar!! I honesty think Tonks was lesbian or aroace or something like that, and Remus was prolly bi/gay. It still was a cute ship and we got Teddy Lupin out of it, so no complaints there. I wish it would've been developed more because it didn't have the best storyline/backstory. Overall a pretty good ship tho! 6.8/10

Bleur (fleur x bill): I really liked this ship!! Especially how Fleur said the whole line after Bill became a werewolf (cuz that was perfection)! I'm kinda sad we don't get to see a lot of this ship in the books/movies but it's still great! 9/10

Charry (cho x harry): One of my least favorite canon ships tbh......cho wasn't (emotionally) in the best place after Cedric's death so I have no idea why she would want another relationship so fast!! also, she was quite jealous and untrustworthy of harry (after the whole harry/hermione debacle) which isn't the best thing to be in a relationship....3.9/10

Voldytrix (voldemort x bellatrix): ugghhh yuckkkkk.....this is like one of the main reasons I hated the book cursed child....also, voldy-moldy had no "heart" so he couldn't "love" and Bellatrix only "loved" him not her own husband.....this ship was kinda just one-sided so was just a horrible ship.....why was this even a thing?! -∞/10

Deanevra (dean x ginny): I think this was a pretty cute ship while it lasted. The only thing that was kinda weird was how they broke up......ginny broke up with him because he was helping her get through a door....it kinda looked like j.k.rowling (who I do not support btw) was trying to make it misogynistic but it just ended up weird...nonetheless, it was a nice ship while it lasted. 7/10

Jily (james x lily): This is one of the best canon ships out there, everyone knows that.....the only thing I really didn't like about this ship was how James kept pursuing Lily, even when she said no......it's supposed to be romantic but it kinda edges the line of harassment.....and James was a bully soooooo......but I liked the ship when they were out of Hogwarts....then it was cute and pureeee!! 8.3/10

Marthur (molly x arthur): this ship is freaking awesome!!! it really highlights was a good parent should be to their children (not all the time tho.......*hint, hint*, percyyyy) overall a 9.1/10

now for Fanon

Perciver (Percy x Oliver): THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIP OF ALL TIME!! and it has sooo much potential!! it could be enemies to lovers, jock x nerd, muggle au, fake dating, friends to lovers, soulmates, there was only one bed, etc.....and omgtheywereroomatesssss.....they probably aren't the very most affectionate in person but just by themselves they are!! overall, I think they compliment each other very well and are just two adorkable boys!! ∞/10

Deamus (seamus x dean): such a pure ship oml.....I think it would've taken some time for them to realize they were bi/gay/queer and liked boys, but when they did, they would be really affectionate and stuff 10/10

Linny (Luna x Ginny): such a pure ship too!! this gives me jock x nerd vibes kinda like percy and Oliver, and is probably such a cute ship. I doubt they would be overly affectionate like deamus but probably would be more affectionate then perciver. I think this would be the start of ginny's bisexual days 8.9/10

Rarry (Ron x Harry): kinda like a friends to lovers thing going on!! I think they would compliment each other very well (even tho they had their differences) and would be a great ship!! 8.7/10

Dramione (Draco x Hermione): No, just no. I don't think I would want by bully to be my boyfriend/crush unless he completely changed himself (which I do not think Draco did)......so no.....but it's better than like Snamione/Snarry/Sneville 1.2/10

Snamione (Snape x Hermione): No again. He bullied her a lot, and was like 2-3 times her age (I get that some people like that thing but I don't so sorry) so nooo 0.9/10

Snarry (Harry x Snape): he bullied him even more than he bullied Hermione....not my ship so sorry about that 0.5/10

Sneville (Neville x Snape): No, no, no, no!! no way.....Snape bullied Neville the fucking most out of everyone else and Neville was deathly afraid of Snape (Snape was his boggart in 3rd year) so no 0.1/10

Percivercus (Marcus x Oliver x Percy): finally!! a poly ship!! I think ship would be really cute cuz it has friends to lovers and enemies to lovers all in one!! it has lots of potential, much like perciver, so cute ship!! I think this is a really good poly ship and I rate it 9.5/10

Dreville (Neville x Draco): eh....I’m not really sure how to feel about this....if Draco is the same brat he was at school then it’s a big fat no, if he’s “redeemed” or trying to, then maybe? It’s better than Drarry and Dramione, at least. 4.3/10

Wolfstar (Remus x Sirius): Absolute beauty of a ship. It’s probably my 2 or 3rd most favorite fanon ship! they really complement each other and are just so cute!! Though it must’ve hurt for Remus when he thought/realized Sirius was a spy (cuz he didn’t have all the facts)!! 9.1/10

I’ll post the rest later because I’m bored so if you have more ships u want me to react to ig, just reply/reblog!! Byeee! Have a good day/night!!

@pluto-the-planet1 wanted me to do pavender (Parvati x lavender) so here you go!! pavender is so cute!! just two lesbians being queens! I literally love them, so adorableee! and I love reading fics about them that include deamus (dean x seamus)!! I rate it a 8.9/10

@princessdiana1967 wanted me to do roneville (Neville x Ron) so here ya go! roneville is really cute! two shy boys being adorable tbh! I feel like both of them would have a hard time expressing feelings but when they did, it was genuine! They’re literally so pure oml! I rate it a 9.2/10

#hp ships #lot of them #I really don’t want to tag all of them #so here’s a few #deamus #dreville #percivercus #perciver #remadora #wolfstar #and there’s a lot more #but I’m lazy #so sorry #:(

[arhvste]

❛ haikyuu sibling series hcs - general - part 1 ❜

「 includes : kuroo, matsukawa, oikawa, and suna 」

kuroo tetsurō

→ his parents got divorced at a young age and you can’t tell me otherwise

→ but before they did, himself and his older sister were close

→ she wasn’t as boisterous as him but she had a bit of a playful streak in her too

→ would absolutely go along with his scheming pranks on their parents and relatives

→ shes the one who got him into taking academics seriously

→ he always thought his big sister was cool and seeing her studious trait, he decided he wanted to be like her too

→ she’d help him with his own homework after school even if he insisted he didn’t need her help

→ everytime he’d score highly on a test, his sister would be the first person he’d show his little gold stars too

→ her praise meant the absolute world to him because from a young age he looked up to her and seeked some sort of approval from her that he was on the right track

→ when the fighting between his parents got bad, big sister kuroo would always leave her door open for her little brother to retreat into her room

→ she would hush the crying and distract his young fragile state of mind and make sure she did everything she could to stop him from focusing on the shouting

→ stories, board games, colouring, big sister kuroo did it all with him to ensure his mind was occupied with something other than the arguing downstairs

→ she’s his hero even if he doesn’t know it at such a young age yet

→ shes the one who taught him the trick with sticking two pillows against his ears just in case there were some nights she wasn’t at home

→ “see tetsu! it’s like having your head buried by sheep!”

→ when their parents did eventually split, he was beyond devastated

→ his best friend was being taken from him and there was nothing he could do about it

→ pleaded his parents to let them stay together but alas they decided it just wasn’t possible

→ kuroo took a handful of years to fully get over the separation from his sibling

→ hence his shy tendancies and hesitation to trust others at a young age

→ even to this day, the pillow habit stays prominent in his sleeping habits

→ while he was no longer in contact with his sister, kuroo would always think of her first whenever he received good grades or test results

→ would think of her during volleyball games

→ a source of motivation would be to ask himself if maybe his sister were here, would he being doing enough to make her proud?

→ after every accomplishment, his sister would linger at the back of his head

→ even now everyday when he goes to work

→ he can only do his best and hope it would be enough to be ‘cool’ like he always thought his sister was

matsukawa issei

→ big brother mattsun 😼

→ growing up, he was so inclusive of his little siblings

→ he’d never tell his brother or sister to leave him alone or go away

→ mattsun was super considerate and laid back with his siblings

→ as long as they weren’t causing too much trouble, mattsun didn’t really care what they were doing

→ he played with them i know he did

→ hero’s and princesses? pirates? dragons and mermaids?

→ mattsuns played every single one of these and more

→ whenever his siblings would argue, they’d always argue over who gets mattsun on their side

→ whoever won him over was deemed the winner of whatever petty thing it was they were arguing about

→ this little shit played the fuck out of them 😹

→ “hm whoever gets me the leftover pasta from the fridge will get me on their side 😈”

→ “if you go empty the bin then i’ll be on your side.”

→ “issei that’s not fair! that’s your job!”

→ “is it? guess i have to join your sisters side then...”

→ “I’LL DO IT!”

→ makki woukd come over often and his brother and sister loved him

→ he was like mattsun but prettier and “less mean”

→ in fact, all the aoba johsai third years were popular with the matsukawa siblings

→ his little sister was ✨infactuated✨ with oikawa

→ oikawa was “her prince charming” according to her

→ “oi loser, since my sister likes you so much why don’t you babysit for me next week?”

→ “as if! i have better things to do any- -she likes me?! 🥺 yes of course i’ll babysit!”

→ his brother is the opposite tho haha

→ “stupid oikawa don’t come near my sister!”

→ little brother matsukawa was protective asf over his sister

→ would throw hands at the setters legs and waist

→ and you already know mattsun, makki and iwa are just gonna stand there and ignore it

→ all in all, mattsuns one of the best siblings

→ he looks out for his siblings but he’s not overbearing in the slightest

→ these days he often lets them visit him at work when he’s not as home as often

→ “whoever brings me lunch doesn’t get locked in the coffin room”

→ obviously his siblings are bigger now so they just roll their eyes and ignore him ahah

→ he’s still someone they know they can come to if they need to though

→ he’s a good big brother who will listen to them without judegement cause hey, he’s done some questionable things growing up too

oikawa tooru

→ “you’re not allowed to have a boyfriend because i said so! nobody’s good enough for you! 😠”

→ “tooru, i’m older than you 🧍🏻”

→ over protective asf over his sister

→ insults boys that try it on with her to their face 😹

→ “you don’t seriously think she’ll go for you when you look like that do you? 😹 next caller!”

→ shes constantly apologising for his rude ass behaviour 😩

→ he does often seek advice from her though

→ especially when he started garnering attention from girls himself

→ “hair swept to the left or right?”

→ “neither. both are ugly.”

→ yes queen humble him 😈

→ okay but she would actually help him though

→ shes act like shes doing him a huge favour but she secretly likes the fact he comes to her for advice and feedback

→ shopping trips

→ she picks out his clothes because let’s face it

→ he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ she nearly threw up when she saw the plaid shorts fit 😖

→ she also picked out his glasses too because again, he can’t be trusted to be left to his own devices

→ he hypes his sister tf up !!

→ especially after shes having boy troubles of her own

→ “whatever! he was a loser anyway nii-chan! he would’ve ruined all the family photos if you ever got married to him because he was so ugly! you’re way out of his league!”

→ third year oikawa says it’s on sight if any boy messes with his sister regardless of the fact she’s older than him

→ iwaizumi was rather fond of oikawa’s sister too

→ therefore, he’d automatically part of her body guarding system alongside tooru

→ growing up, iwaizumi was awkward around her

→ shes a pretty older girl of course he’s gonna feel pressured !!

→ she found it endearing though

→ and shes often thank him for looking out for her little brother and keeping him in line when she couldn’t

→ rip iwaizumi 😔✋the boy has turned bright red and doesn’t know what to say

→ these days he’s a-okay talking to her!

→ they both lovingly bully oikawa now

→ but back to the point of her helping him with girls

→ oikawa is not a fuckboy and you know why?

→ because his sister told him those boys are the worst !!

→ he is a respectful boy and his sister will make sure of that !!

→ when he did get his first girlfriend, she had to tell him all the things to do to help

→ clichè films were the wrong source according to her she called them cringey and stopped oikawa from leaving the house at 2am to throw rocks at his girlfriends window to confess his love

→ “tooru please tell me you’re not doing what i think you’re about to do”

→ oikawa with his bag full of small stones and a rose in his mouth : 😳🌹

→ his first break up was rough but big sister oikawa was his hype woman this time

→ “she knew what she was getting into when she asked you out. remember, she wanted you tooru and if she can’t remember that herself then she’s not worth it.”

→ big sister oikawa had his back 100% and vice versa

→ and even now, she’s cheering him on the loudest

→ her little brothers a little brat but he’s the brat she’s overwhelmingly proud of

suna rintarō

→ literally didn’t give a shit about his little sister for the longest time 😹

→ he knew it annoyed her when he didn’t pay attention so he did it just to test her limits at first

→ his parents scolded him time and time again and eventually he did start to acknowledge her

→ like mattsun, he’s laid back and not overly intrusive

→ but he is a little bit curious as to what’s going on in his little sisters life

→ “whos that? you’re not dating him are you? yikes.”

→ “rin? what do you mean ‘yikes’?!”

→ “he’s ugly.”

→ lowkey protective of his sister

→ he knows she can handle herself and whatnot but he still feels the need to look after her just a little

→ so if you’re a boy and you get on the wrong side of her i’m sorry

→ suna is pulling up with the miya’s

→ “oh? so you’re the little shit who thought you could mess with my sister?”

→ atsumu in towering over the boy next to suna : 😈

→ osamu towering over on the other side to suna : 🤨

→ suna : 😐

→ the boy : 😳

→ it’s always been like that though

→ in his own way, sunas always been there for his little sister whether he makes it known or not

→ “one day, yer sisters gonna be a pretty gal i can tell”

→ “i won’t hesitate to call child protection if you ever make a comment like that again 😐🔪”

→ “i-i was just tryin to be kind! it’s hard sometimes suna it’s hard! 😖”

→ his little sister will come to his games and he won’t care 😹

→ deadpan expression the whole time

→ she doesn’t care though because she’s not exactly thrilled to be there either

→ both siblings have their own interests and don’t tend to mix them

→ but he’ll still support her in whatever she wants to do and vice versa

→ but they prefer to do it from a distance

→ because i know suna only went to one of her ballet recitals and he didn’t even try to stop the strings of loud yawns the whole way through

→ the suna siblings remain hot and unbothered over everything

→ you could have beef with both siblings and neither of them are gonna give a fuck

→ but when you pick on little sister suna, rin is gonna give a fuck but he’ll be clever about it

→ easy going relationship

→ neither siblings are overly affectionate or overbearing but they’re both there for each other if needs be

→ they don’t talk about deep things and details together though

→ but they will slag other people off together 😹

→ if the suna siblings don’t like you i’m sorry

→ because both of them will come for your neck with no mercy and you’ll never know 😼

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[poodlejoonas]

Dad!BC AU - the moms

So wow-ihateithere and I (because for some reason Tumblr won’t let me directly @ you) have been tossing out so many amazing ideas for the BC dad AU lately that we’ve thought of pretty much every scenario under the sun. One idea I’d like to throw in here is the group that is the moms who make up their own personal wolfpack. Since they’ll be brought in as stand-alone characters soon, it would be better to have a basic introduction for each and how they know/interact with each other.

(Under the read-more for length)

Joel - Emilia (”Millie”) Hokka - The absolute baddest bitch you will meet on this planet. She's a 5′1″ sweetheart, but if you lay a single finger on her kid, her husband, her BC brothers and sisters, or any of her nieces and nephews, she will become the human embodiment of that one line from “Wolfpack.” You know the one. She’s gone viral before for Joel needing to hold her back from fighting the mom of a kid who’s bullying Enkka at school, and literally watching this tiny woman become a human hurricane at the drop of a hat was enough for this kid to immediately leave him alone. From then on, kids at school know not to come after Viktor Hokka because his mom doesn’t play around. Why would she? After all, she dedicated 18 months of her life to trying to become a mom, and anyone who dares to come after her baby needs a running start to get away from her.

Sometimes even Joel has to hold her back from doing something she probably should regret but wouldn’t if it involved her family. He knows better than to cross a line with her. Then there are other times when they work together to be the shadiest power couple on earth, like when Aleksi’s ex-girlfriend Laila slanders him in the media for talking about taking custody of their son from her. If Joel comes home pissed about something, she’s the first one to jump on board with whatever plan he has to get his point across. She would totally have a stan account on Instagram dedicated to her called “milliehokkasupremacy”. And Joel loves his wife so much that he would eat every bit of this shit up. When she tells someone off, he writes down what she says and turns it into the lyrics of Blind Channel’s next single.

In short, Millie Hokka is 100 percent That Bitch™.

Bonus bit because this idea made me laugh: (in the comments section of a post slandering BC) @milliehokka: Bitch you better take this shit down before I puncture your fucking tires @joelhokka: She's my better half ❤️

Joonas - Kirsten Porko - Kirsten’s one of the quiet BC moms, and a hell of a lot more tame than Millie. But she has her shining moments every now and then, like when she was wondering why Millie took Joel with her knowing that she could’ve easily beaten that bully’s mom’s ass without him. She has the patience of a saint, being married to Joonas and raising two (soon to be three) kids with him. But she adores every minute of their chaotic little family. Since Sohvi was the first of the BC kids, the guys were quick to show up in support of her and Joonas. She was also pretty lonely until the others started dating their wives, and she was more than happy to have more friends to bond with.

She does the most to mother the rest of the kids when they need it. They love to come to their house because Kirsten will have a fresh pan of cookies ready for them. They also like hanging out with Joonas, but Kirsten is a fun aunt on her own. She’s typically the first to show up when one of the other moms tosses out a cry for help in taking care of their kids, especially when they’re newborns and the guys are away on tour. Kirsten’s total aesthetic is the absolute opposite of Joonas’s: she’s bubbly and wears nothing but pastel dresses and soft fabrics. A lot of people wonder what a “nice girl” like her is doing with a punk rocker like Joonas, until you see them interact and know that they’re crazy in love with each other and their kids. She’s the unassuming type, but she loves pranks as much as her husband and kids; she’ll play along whenever there’s a really good one and sometimes she can totally outdo them.

Niko - Jenna Moilanen - Jenna is Millie’s co-conspirator and partner-in-crime. If Millie needs someone to back her up and Joel’s trying to talk her out of whatever she’s thinking about doing, Jenna is the first to show up on the scene. She’s very much Niko’s type - she has just as many tattoos as him, several piercings, and hair that changes color depending on her mood. She’s naturally a blonde but you almost never see her as one. A lot of people tend to pass judgement on her abilities as a mom based on her appearance, but both of her and Niko’s kids adore her (especially their daughter Lahja) and they grow up happy with their loving parents. She’s a fantastic cook and works as a head chef at a five-star steakhouse, and she’s always willing to come home and cook for her family as well. She and Millie are the two shortest of the group, and it’s hilarious because they are both absolute spitfires.

Jenna has the best intuition when it comes to deciding who is trustworthy and who isn’t. There’s no “leader” in the group, but most of the others trust Jenna when someone gives her a bad feeling. She would be the one to raise the alarm on Laila years before she and Aleksi ever break up, and Laila would find the absolute worst way to end up on Jenna’s shit list. In her time with the group, Laila does nothing to help take care of the rest of the kids or try to fit in with the group. One day, when Leevi cries because he needs something, Jenna spots an annoyed expression out of the corner of her eye coming from Laila. It takes an intervention from God to stop Jenna from ripping her apart on the scene. The most important thing to note about Jenna: she calls her closest friends “bitch” affectionately. The moment it stops being affectionate, there’s no turning back.

Olli - Kaarina Matela - The quietest and calmest of the BC moms. She perfectly matches her husband’s energies, which is why they parent their daughters so well. She was definitely more calm than him on the day they learned they were having twins, and still is to this day. When he was panicking about their pregnancy scare, she was still managing to stay collected somehow (but just as relieved as he was). She’s very much like a suburban soccer mom type, but far from being a Karen because she’s aggressively kind to everyone around her, including hardworking people. And Olli just adores her so much, sometimes he doubts if he even deserves her. She’s always the first to remind him that there’s no one else she would rather be with.

Kaarina is the arts and crafts kind of aunt. During the summer, she likes to have the kids come over for day camp style hangout sessions where they mix in time outside with craft activities. She’s the reason why Olli’s stage outfits have been so cool lately, because she’s got a perfect eye for colors and is super skilled at hand-stitching patches. If the kids need anything repaired, they’ll know to go to Aunt Rina first because she’ll either make it as good as new, or turn it into some sick artwork. All the moms get along but she and Kirsten vibe together the best. They get together and plan the summer activities for the kids, which involve Rina planning the crafts and Kirsten baking for, and with, them.

Tommi - Marja Lalli - Marja is unique in her position as a BC mom because she joined the group when her son Miikka from a previous relationship was already almost 4. For a brief time, she was worried about herself and Miikka feeling left out of the group dynamic that was already there, but they were so quick to invite her in as one of them. A lot of it had to do with her being friends with Jenna since elementary school, and Jenna knew that the sisterhood would be more than happy to accept her. She and Niko help set her up with Tommi because they both know he would love her and accept Miikka as his own. She’s chill and reserved, but she’s still a ton of fun to be around. Along with Kaarina and Kirsten, she’s one of the level-headed moms and is typically the voice of reason for a lot of things (especially when it comes to trying to contain Millie and Jenna’s tempers).

The rest of the moms were thrilled when she told them she was pregnant with Anna, but constantly concerned and fretting over her when she was on occasional bed rest. If Tommi couldn’t be with her, it was one of them coming over to help take care of her and Miikka. Marja’s health showed the caring side of the sisterhood of the BC moms, how they are willing to take care of each other in sickness as well as celebrating the good times and defending each other from drama. Even months after Anna is born, they still come over from time to time to see if there’s any way they can help.

Aleksi - Laila Pekkanen (later on, marries Hanna Kaunisvesi) - So this one is a bit complicated. For about three years, Aleksi was in a high-profile relationship with Laila Pekkanen, a producer who worked with him on a solo single before joining BC. They meet again a couple years later and begin a relationship that last for about three years. But it was far from loving, as they were just in general not good for each other. A few weeks after their break-up, Laila calls Aleksi while he’s in the studio to break the news to him that she’s pregnant, which sends Aleksi into total emotional turmoil because he thought they were being careful. Of all the guys, he’s the most careful with avoiding this kind of thing, but it was her who missed one too many days of her birth control. They’re barely on speaking terms, but they agree to try to stay cordial until Aleksi can take full custody of the child himself. She admits to having no maternal instinct and wants nothing to do with the baby.

Here’s where it gets messy. Aleksi finally decides to break his silence on the matter and announces via Instagram that he will be a father and raise his son on his own. He does his best to tell his side of the story without dragging Laila down. But she takes it personally and goes on the radio to try to attack Aleksi, feeling like she’s being treated like a villain and a bad person for giving up her child. She feels like she’s being “exposed” in thinking that Aleksi publicly acknowledging their son’s existence would ruin her career, because she’d been trying everything possible to cover it up. It becomes a major feud between her and her team, and Aleksi and the BC team, but more industry people can back him up as a stand-up guy than they can come to her defense. She nearly ends up having Noah prematurely, and yet Aleksi still shows up in support, more so for their son than for her. When Noah is born months later, she refuses to hold him and immediately cuts off all contact with Aleksi. 

Aleksi raises Noah alone and learns to support his son when he’s later diagnosed on the autism spectrum. Noah is semi-verbal and partially communicates with sign language. He uses sign in situations when he meets a stranger, and Aleksi respects his intuition when someone makes him uncomfortable. Noah has separation anxiety from losing his mom at a young age, so Aleksi refuses to date for years because he doesn’t want to bring a revolving door of strangers around him. But then he meets Hanna, who makes an almost instant connection with him. He’s hesitant to make a decision about a long-term relationship with her until he sees how well she works with Noah. She’s one of the first people he opens up to - mostly because of her experience as a child psychologist - but the moment that seals the deal is when Noah calls her “mom” for the first time (in sign to his cousins). Fans and people he works with can’t help but notice that Aleksi is so much happier with Hanna than Laila. And as much as he would like to have a baby with her, he’s happy having Noah and wants to invest his energy into ensuring his happiness. But Hanna understands, because she’s an angel and only wants the best for her family.

#blind channel #dad!blind channel #no idea what else to tag this as lol #this is a lot more fun than making them all reader inserts #i love writing reader inserts but it'll be nice to see them interacting with each other

[themonotonysyndrome]

Emerald Onlooker

Part 2 of the Successors to the Future is here! I, uh, didn’t expect a lot of people liking it, but since I’m still pretty excited about this AU, I want to write as much as I can. 

Thank you again @tri3tri for inspiring us with your Second Wive AU and many, many wonderful Yandere!Malleus content. A little summary about this AU: Yandere!Malleus married and took MC against her will. He turns her into a Queen and they had 2 daughters. However, Yandere!Malleus is pushed to take on a second wife (a Fae woman, Gekkon) to give him a son, a male heir. During the wedding ceremony, MC took the opportunity and escape to NRC with her daughters in tow and Crowley finally did them a solid and send the three of them to MC’s world.

Successors to the Future, summary: Without a court of condescending Faes and Malleus’ oppressive affection, MC and her daughters live happily in the other world. When she left Twisted Wonderland, MC didn’t realise that she was pregnant and thus, she gave birth to a son who grew up as carefree as a bird and just as kind. However, now that her eldest daughter had just turned sixteen and discover her Unique Magic, she was returned to Twisted Wonderland as a first-year student in Diasomnia. Since it’s only a matter of time before Malleus and his court discover her presence at NRC, MC and her children did their best to prepare her for that inevitable day. 

This oneshot is a continuation of that. 

FD/N = First daughter’s name/Renata Draconia (half-human, half dark Fae Princess. Malleus & MC’s eldest child)

SD/N = Second daughter’s name/Sherrie or Cherry Draconia (half-human, half-dark Fae Princess. Malleus & MC’s middle child)

S/S = Son’s name/Lucien Draconia (half-human, half-dark Fae Prince and the heir to the throne. Malleus & MC’s youngest child). 

MC/S = MC’s surname

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Sherrie enjoy going about her daily lives on her lowest brain capacity most of the time. There’s nothing like just... switching off your brain and ignore all the boring things around you.  

The only thing that gets the gears and cogs in her brain spinning is when she plays video games like Portal or coming up with schemes to get her eldest sister out of trouble. 

When she jokes about only having 2 braincells and that both are constantly on holidays at the same time unless Renata did something stupid, Renata howl with laughter while Lucien just rolled his eyes at his cackling sisters. 

But now that Renata is playing student in Night Raven College, Sherrie is surprised to find herself looking forward to not only help her oldest sister dodged their father’s steps, but also pulling the proverbial rug underneath the Thorn Kingdom. 

Especially Lilia Vanrouge. 

It’s addicting. The unholy glee running within you when your cute puppets finally realised who’s been tugging on their strings all along. 

Humans are easy and oblivious enough for her to practise on. Despite how monotonous school can be, the environment was a good place for Sherrie to learn and play. Everyone has a chip on their shoulder; everyone wants to stand out among the rest. 

So it’s really not that hard to learn who’s the right person to blackmail, who’s desperate enough to do anything to make their crush look at them and how to make the key figures dance on the palm of her hands. 

This year’s prom night was certainly a memory she won’t ever forget. 

And now? Now Sherrie can’t wait to play with the so-called ‘superior’ species - their father’s ancient court and loyal retainers - once she and her sister could establish contact. 

They’ve been working hard on this little project. Everyone in her little family is. Renata is off being a good little student and let the gossips travel on its own, their little brother is doing his best to assured their mother that all would be well and Sherrie?

Sherrie is busy setting up the stage for the climax once Renata usher all the important players to where she wanted them. 

(Mama likes to call her a ‘smart cookie’, always rubbed her head affectionately and said, “You’re a brilliant girl, Cherry. You’re just lazy. I know you can achive anything you want with the proper motivation, just like Floyd-senpai.”.) 

(Their Mama can never know just how far her daughter had use the same skill that she praise to manipulate others.) 

In the middle of the evening - just shy after midnight -  Sherrie heard a water drip somewhere in her bedroom. 

Drip... drip... drip... 

She pushes her chair away from her gaming laptop, game paused and just listen. Her eyes scan the dimly lit bedroom. 

Drip... drip... 

“This better not be the start of a horror movie.” 

It’s coming from... somewhere near her vanity table. Sherrie ignores the clutter of make-ups, perfumes and figurines on the table and waited eagerly. Her leg couldn’t stop bouncing when the surface ripple like water’s surface once. 

The ripple clears and instead of staring at her reflection, her oldest sister stares right back at her. 

“It works!” Renata said incredulously. “I can’t believe the headmaster’s half-assed runes actually works!” 

“The fuck? What happened?” Sherrie reply, a bit taken back. Behind her sister, Sherrie could see a bed, study table and walls and other furnishing that eerily looks similar to the ones back at the castle. 

Renata waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “I had to literally bullied a grown ass man to help me contact you. It took me a week of camping in the library to figured out how, but we managed to come up with runes that allow us to create a link to every mirror in the house.” She explains in an exasperated tone. “I’ll teach you the drawing tomorrow. All you guys need to do is just draw them on any mirror and it’ll send me a signal to find a mirror of my own.” 

“That kinda sounds like a phone call. Like, an interdimensional phone call!” 

“I know right! I already put a compact mirror in my purse so I can call you anytime!” Renata said with a smug grin. She’s clearly proud of her clever little trick. Even with the help of the headmaster. 

Sherrie never doubted that her sister couldn’t find a way to contact them. She’s a prodigy when it comes to magic. 

She might be young, but she could still remember how their tutors gave out praises as if they were candies when it comes to her older sister and her affinity for magic. 

It’s just too bad that their compliments are worthless when they always ended with, “If only the Princess is a full born Fae...” 

“Ok, so, contact established. Now are you still in Phase 1?” Sherrie said, bringing their conversation back to important matters. She made sure to properly and slowly explain their game plan a week before the Ebony Carriage took Renata to Night Raven College. The words are clearly written, highlighted colourfully and important steps are accompanied by cartoon stickers. 

Despite being a prodigy at magic, her sister woefully has short attention span when it comes to playing the long game. Her attention spans burn hot and fast, just like her anger. It also burns out just as quick as it came. 

Renata rolled her eyes, unimpressed. “Yes, yes. I’m still in Phase 1. It’s hard to make friends when everyone is wary of you. Do you know they hung up portraits of past Dorm Leaders and their Vice Dorm Leaders in each dorm? It’s so annoying when everyone stares at me and at father’s portrait whenever I walk into Disomnia!” 

Sherrie hums and made a quick dash to grab her tablet. The one where she wrote down her plans. She swipes the screen to the list of names that their mother had given them. 

“They’re just NPCs, don’t worry about them. What you need to focus on are the students with the surnames that Mama gave us.” Here, Sherrie is tapping on the screen of her tablet to the mirror. “Have you met any of them or did you fucked up the plan already?” 

“Calm your tits, I’ve been following your instructions.” Renata assured her, not the least riled up. “We’re only in the first semester; I only managed to match the names and faces of my dorm mates so far. It’s gonna take me at least a month of snooping around before I could find them.” Renata paused and her eyes suddenly lit up as if she just remembered something. “Oh, but I’ve been farming intel of the Thorn Kingdom using the Lucky Leanan spell every day after curfew. It took some trial and error but I successfully managed to find the castle again!”

Sherrie recalls that one of Renata spells - Lucky Leanan - creates a small fairy made out of pure magic that would do sneak attacks by shooting lightning bolts while Renata fights. It’s small enough to flit behind an opponent’s line of sight and take them off guard. 

Small enough to sneak into the castle without anyone none the wiser. 

So Sherrie nodded. “That’s a good move. You’re safely far away from the castle and you can remotely dispel Leanan if it gets dicey.” 

“Yup! Look at my one braincell go!” Renata cheered. “If I keep this up and give it plenty of water and sunlight, maybe it’ll grow!” 

Sherrie burst out laughing alongside her sister. Her joke took her off guard. Hopefully their laughter didn’t wake up their mother and Lucien. 

Sherrie hiccups and wipe the tears from the corner of her eye. It feels nice to talk to her sister again.  

She misses her disaster of sister already. 

“Anyway, I need to hit the bed soon.” Renata said, breaking her train of thought. “I’ll do my best to gather as much info as I can about the ongoings inside the castle for you. Are there any heads up you want me to look for?” 

Sherrie smiles brightly and reply, “Of course! If you could, be a dear and get everything about father’s... other wife. Everything - right down to the most boring shits.”

“On it.” 

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That first-year Diasomnia student has been the talk around campus for weeks now. 

Not only is she the only girl in Night Raven College, word on the streets quickly spreads that she’s look too similar to one of the previous Dorm Leader of Diasomnia to not be related. 

Staring at her while she’s busy taking a selfie of the Great Seven statues, he agrees that the similarities are too uncanny. 

Now, why would he sends his own Princess to a villain school without any retainer? 

That, and why under a different surname? 

Something’s not right. 

Renata MC/S brought with her an interesting mystery to Night Raven College. A mystery that caught his interest at the first whiff of her scent. And oh Great Seven, her delectable scent. The first time his nose caught that mouthwatering smell, it had his tail swishing in eager and his head spinning. 

It’s the scent of his favourite flower - blood lily - with a hint of something... otherworldly. He still can’t quite put words into it. 

He wants to unravel her. Understand what makes her tick. 

Uncover what she’s hiding. 

Four days later in History class, Professor Trein gave him - and Renata - their golden ticket. 

“Kingscholar, MC/S - you two will be partners for this assignment. I expect you two have no objection.” 

“It’s fine...” 

“I don’t have a problem with the arrangement, professor.” 

The professor nodded and class is dimiss. Students began making their way out of the room. Except for him... and her. 

Renata steps in front of his desk when they finally have the class all to themselves. He takes a good, long look at her. 

She’s certainly beautiful; a real heartbreaker. But there’s something interesting within her bright green eyes. Something volatile. He wonders what could it really be. 

“Hi there. So you’re Bakari Kingscholar, hmm? Hope we can ace this assignment without any problem.” Renata said with a small smile. Is she trying to be friendly? Because it just looks condescending as hell. 

But that just makes this a lot more fun. 

“Same here. Girl or not, I won’t let it slide if you prove to be a dead weight.” 

His warning clearly took her off guard with the how her smile froze. It was only for a moment though, before she let out a laugh. As if he just told a funny joke. 

“Kitty-cat is flexing his claws, huh?” Renata had the audacity to grin. The other Savanaclaw students would’ve lowered their heads at his tone. “Don’t worry. Do your part and I promise I won’t light your tail on fire.” 

Oh, his old man needs to know about this girl. 

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You have no idea how much fun it is to write about Malleus and MC’s children! Especially the Princessess. Unfortunately, they’re more like Malleus than they or MC even realise it. Anyway, my main reference for SD/N is none other than... TADA! Fyodor Dostoevsky from BSD!

It’s just that Sherrie is a lot more lazy and rather keep to herself and stay at home. She only goes out of her to way to mess with people because of Renata and her tendecies to get into trouble.  

I’m still thinking on the draft for part 3 so we’ll see how that goes. Also, I was struggling wether to name Leona’s son or not. I think that honoured should go to @tri3tri​! 

#twisted wonderland #fanfic #twst mc #Draconia Family series #tri3tri #Second Wive AU #twst kids #drama is gonna kick off real soon #yandere!malleus

[cosmicdreamt]

[[ So I wanted to dedicate a post to @tximidity ‘s Sully after I wrote that other post because y’all.

Y’all.

You don’t understand KJSNDJSD (and this is going under a read more for length)

Sully has become so very important to Neff. Like they started out just two awkward beans trying to make friends and when I look at the progress they’ve made and how far they’ve come I’m almost always ready to SOB.

I love how much they balanced each other out. Neff was someone with so much patience and understanding and just wanted him to feel COMFORTABLE. Not just around her, but in his own skin. She knew what it was like - to feel unwanted, to be afraid of saying too much, to be afraid someone wouldn’t like you if they got to know you. She made sure she respected his boundaries and that he knew she was TRULY listening to him when he spoke. She did all sorts of little things for him just to say ‘this reminded me of you and I hope you know I’m happy to have met you’. It took them time just like with everyone else, but her dedication in wanting to be someone he could rely on paid off. Watching him open up to her more and begin to trust her - allowing touch, wearing clothes that fit him more around her, actually being willing to exercise with her, just over all letting her into his bubble and doing things he normally wouldn’t be comfortable doing - it’s just a heartwarming thing to think about.

They are the definition of platonic soul mates. They compliment each other so well and have one of the most pure unconditionally innocent bonds I have ever had the pleasure of writing with someone else. 

Those who have been here long enough know, but for anyone new or that missed it - Neff has a best friend in her canon named Fenris (Fenn for short). He was there for her during a very low point in her like and he became her rock. He helped her get better beyond just therapy - he was her first real friend that figured out how to work with her when she was difficult. He’s the reason Neff is the person you all see (and for some reason love) today.

I add all of that because it feels like at this point, Neff’s relationship with Sully has surpassed that. 

It’s not to say Neff no longer sees Fenn as her best friend - he absolutely still is - he’s just that best friend that’s like a brother to her. Their relationship is something that can easily be labeled and you can clearly see their bond being familial more than anything. They way they act is very similar to siblings - they tease and bully each other but are also ready to throw down anyone that hurts the other.

Neff’s relationship with Sully is different. While they are very much just friends their bond goes beyond labels. They’re the friends everyone thinks are dating because they are so close and affectionate with each other and are not afraid or embarrassed about it. One of the best ways Jayme explained it was ‘you have to be sort of in love with your best friend’, and that’s literally it. They have showed the rarest type of being ‘in love’ because it’s both so complex and yet so simple to explain. It’s that love when you’re just content having someone in your life, when all you want to do is support someone and watch them grow and be happy, when YOU can be happy just because they are, because their happiness means so much to you that you’ll go above and beyond just to make sure they always are. I can’t speak for Sully, but I know Neff absolutely has a crush on him in her own way. It’s not something that makes her jealous when he’s into someone else or if someone else is into him. Her crush is one of those ‘He’s lovely and wonderful and anyone would be lucky to have him, so whoever gets him better treat him right and make him happy or we’re gonna fight’ type things. She’s SO happy for him when he DOES find someone he likes that reciprocates his feelings and she hopes whenever she finds someone on her own they can go on double dates and all get along. It’s that type of crush where her desire to support him and be there for him is bigger than any desire to pursue him romantically. His happiness - no matter what shape it takes - is her top priority.

One of the ways I like to describe it is when you ask them if they’re friends or if they’re dating, they’ll just joke about it and say ‘yes’. It’s difficult to explain to others how they feel in words without it sounding like more than it truly is, but THEY know what it is and where the line is and that’s all they need. They are just simply ‘together’. Neff is equal parts the mom, the sister, and the wife. She worries over him and fusses over his health like a mom, she bullies and teases him like a sister, and she takes care of him like a wife would a husband. She cooks him meals, knows all his favorite things, buys him gifts, they cook and bake together, they cuddle and watch shows on tv - it’s just so adorably wholesome. These two just love each other in its purest and rawest form in such an innocent way it literally melts my heart.

That’s her best friend, her found family, the love of her life, her better half, all in one person. They understand and are empathetic to the others struggles and would do anything to make their friend feel loved and appreciated and worth so much more than they see themselves as. I really can’t emphasize how much the word ‘unconditional’ applies to them. They don’t always have experiences the other can relate to but they always listen and support however they can. ]]

#⋡☆《ooc》—across the universe #[[ Jayme if you wanna reblog and/or add onto this ]] #[[ feel free!! ]] #[[ I just had a lot of feelings about these two ]] #[[ because as much of a ship ho as I am we don't see platonic bonds like these represented as much ]] #[[ and it just makes me so happy <3 ]]

[37-children-of-the-dreams]

Day #15: The Only Thing You Want To Do Is

I give up. I’m gonna put in song lyrics for titles. Why? Because why not. You can guess this one’s title reference and call me out on the ask. Also, I’m making it shorter. College is a mess.

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As they entered space, Fennec was too busy checking out her new clothes to see that Crosshair and Korkie were talking about the latter’s metalwork skills. The clothes look gorgeous on her. It was a shirt and pants with an extreme darker shade of blue with gold linings. Sure, she might only wear them a few times, but for now? She was a princess. Or duchess since Korkie gave them to her. She thought the only time she’d ever wear such royal looking clothes if she got married to royalty, which was extremely slim in her mind. 

Who would marry a poor child from a backwater town from a non-Republic backed planet? There were some people who wanted to court Fennec when she was younger, but when they heard of other more presentable women, they left her in the dust. Guess she took their actions to heart because here she was. Never wanting to marry someone because there will always be a better option.

And Fennec made the best option in her mind. She had the best teacher and the best provider. Sure, they argue, but they still had each other’s backs. And they have Fennec’s back. Well, that is until she wants to go solo, but for now, she’s got a great crew.

“So basically,” Crosshair said. “You got bored because of your class, went to a forgery, and thought it be funny to see how thin beskar can get?”

“Don’t blame me,” Korkie agreed. “I may have been raised pacifist, but the idea that I can make things with beskar like the traditional Mandalorians? I had to do it, and look! Fennec looks great in beskar silk.”

“She does, but does the silk help with blasters?”

“Kind of? I mean, you can survive a blaster shot with it, but it’s still going to hurt.”

“So a knife fight will be the only thing I can win with the silk? Great, if only my vod Hunter was here.”

Korkie shrugged. Truth be told, he only recently created the silk a few months before the Death Watch took over Mandalore and help murder his mother. Since he was only seen as a future pacifist leader, his old teachers told him to knock off the idea that he needed some tests for his newly created silk just because he’s a politician, not a designer.

“I wish my old teachers were better idealist than me,” he lamented. “They said ‘A future pacifist leader does not make clothes for an army’ and they shot my dreams down.”

“No wonder go guys lost,” Crosshair said. “They saw an independent young man with ideas, and they shot him down. Which is why I lost my freedom from not being a target from regs.”

“At least you weren't a future politician. If you had been raised like me, I won’t be surprised if you ran away a few times from the capital and just scream at a desert.”

Crosshair laughed. “That bad?”

“My nanny and my mother were the only ones who were okay with my ‘outlandish’ ideas on fashion and defense. My mother liked the idea that I wanted to take precaution, but still looked like I was ready to lead a Senate battle, and Nanny Rana? Well, she loved taking pictures of me in goofy clothes when I was a toddler.”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that. I mean, when were you happy with the whole politics classes?”

“Remember when I told you my old friends and I put the corrupt Prime Minister away? That was when I had political class, and I had help from the Jedi, Ahsoka Tano!”

“What? Why would a Jedi teach a class full of Mandalorians?”

“Well, they thought Ahsoka Tano would be a good fit to teach class based on the fact she was our age. She thought us about corruption and well, that’s what happened.”

“Korkie, that’s not a class. That’s a full-on rebellion with the teacher.”

“Still fun though. I got to save my mother from a Prime Minister, and I finally got to see the Jedis. Who were great listeners to me. Unlike the rest of the school.”

Crosshair nodded. He hated. Absolutely hated the Kaminoan teachers he had. They never liked his defects and wanted him dead. He hated how the regs would bully him just because he was different. He might not understand why Korkie would hate a boring class, but he gets the idea that his partner never had his ideas praised if they were out of line with their ideas of the perfect politician. 

Crosshair looked at Fennec with a smile. She was still admiring her new clothes. They weren’t that good-looking in his eyes. It was just pants and a shirt, but he guessed Fennec never had some good clothes. Which was sad because they really did fit her aesthetic. The midnight blue was almost leaning to a black which brightened her smile. The gold that edged the shirt was a nice touch and the pants? Well, they had pockets, which was good enough for Crosshair. It meant he can hide some weapons with Fennec for the next planet.

“Well what are you doing?” Crosshair yelled. “Come here and show us the outfit. I need to see if I can use you to seduce a prince.”

Fennec snapped out of her trance and looked at Crosshair. She didn’t catch most of what he said, but she knew they needed to see her in the new outfit. She power walked to the men and saw what some models did in other planets. Crosshair snickered at her attempt of being a model while Korkie clapped as she finished her mini fashion show.

“Is this the normal fashion for Mandalorians?” Fennec asked.

“Well, yes,” Korkie answered. “It also functions as the clothes underneath Mandalorian armor.”

“Basically fighting clothes.”

Korkie nodded. “Though, I don’t recommend getting into a fight with those clothes. They’re actually experiments of mine. I hadn’t had the time to test out what they can protect people from, and I don’t have much of the clothes. Beskar is one of the rarest materials in the galaxy.”

“Sad, but I like. Are you sure I can have it?”

“I don’t have a female relative who cares much about me, you can keep it and I’d be happy.”

Fennec hugged Korkie. The man was surprised by the action. He never saw Fennec being that affectionate, but considering he must be one of the few people she could trust with her emotions, he hugged her back. He may never know her past, and he’s not willing to destroy her privacy since they became close, but if Fennec needed someone to burst out her emotions to, then Korkie’s a willing friend.

Which considering his track record is rather sad. Sure, he knows Lagos, Soniee and Amis are alive, but they haven’t looked for him. Nor did they ask Bo-Katan if he was okay being in Kalevala. To him, it meant they moved on from being his friends and were happy to be part of her Nite Owls. Which means he can also move on and be happy with just Crosshair and Fennec.

He sighed and Fennec let go. Korkie was still smiling, but deep inside, he left insecure. He knows Fennec can go solo after Crosshair would be done teaching her, but what will he do if Crosshair desired to go solo himself? Would Korkie be willing to be alone again, or would he just burden Crosshair and follow him? He’ll just ask later. For now, it’s Fennec’s time to shine.

“I want to pilot the ship,” she declared. “I know how to pilot a ship.”

“Can you pilot a Mandalorian ship?” Crosshair asked. “I got taught how to pilot a different types of ships, but I know for a fact normal people don’t.”

“I can learn. Teach me.”

Crosshair looked at Korkie who gave him the thumbs up. Crosshair really didn’t want to teach Fennec how to pilot the ship because it meant she’d possibly figure out how to override the controls and leave the men in an unknown planet, but he thought why not. He knows Korkie needs to sleep to get his visions and Crosshair needs his rest. Besides, Fennec was worming her way into his cold, sarcastic heart as an unfortunate sister he wished he never had. 

He took her to the pilot’s seat and taught her how to navigate the ship’s map and how to stop the ship from crashing. He pointed where the autopilot was and let her fly the ship for a few minutes. Crosshair found out that Fennec was a natural. Well, she was a quick learner. Crosshair got back to Korkie who was rummaging through the food.

Which meant only bad things.

“What’s on your ind this time?” he asked. “I’m not going to hold back this time.”

“Will you leave if I burdened you enough?”

Crosshair sighed and went to Korkie’s side.

“Please tell me you did not think of your old friends. They deserted you without a good reason.”

“You left your brothers.”

“They gave me a reason. I was their burden. So I left. You weren’t a burden. You were someone’s influential nephew.”

“But they still left me.”

“I won’t leave you. You could have easily ditched me after all the things I’ve done to you, and I could have walked out too if I wanted. Yet, look at me. Look at me, Korkie.”

Korkie was shaking.

“Look at me. Now!”

Korkie looked at Crosshair. His eyes told Korkie he wasn’t lying.

“I won’t leave you unless you want me too.”

“Then don’t,” Korkie replied. “Because I trust you not to be like them.”

Korkie hugged Crosshair. They counted how long they hugged as Fennec still piloted the ship.

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Hazbin Hotel Pilot: Gender Reverse

  Charles Magne was the unique prince of Hell. Both of his parents encouraged him to be stern, confident and to never show mercy to any demons. The royal Magne family was one that commanded respect…a force to be reckoned with. Their symbol was the apple, reflecting on the original legend of Adam and Eve. Although many demons in Hell would’ve loved to take over the kingdom, the king and queen made sure that everyone stayed in line.  

 There was King Lilium, a tall imposing figure with short blonde hair and long red curved horns sticking out from his head. He was often seen wearing a thick black pointed crown on his head along with a wide array of fashionable suits. His face was white and pale, his eyes golden yellow. He was formerly a human man, the first one, who was Adama’s husband. Adama then fell in love with the more submissive man Evan, and Lilium was banished. He became an incubus and then a powerful demon. Lilium was a model and performer, always busy singing on stage or recruiting members for his army via his shows. The army was a secret revolution against Heaven and the deadly Exterminators, who slaughtered demons every year in Hell.

 Queen Lucinda was Charlie’s mother, and a very powerful individual. She and her husband were the embodiment of power and perfection, not just by their good looks but from their presence alone. Lucinda often wore elegant old fashioned white dresses, decorated with red stripes and little apple designs. She carried a cane with a red apple on it. A white round hat covered her long locks of blonde hair. Her face was pale white with red blushes on her cheeks. Lucinda had a knack for being goofy and being the life of any party she attended. She would drink alcohol, eat carnival food and play polka music.

 Centuries ago, Lucinda was formerly the light-bearing angel until she was banished by the genderless God of Heaven. Michelle was her sister and became God’s right hand woman. Lucinda showed contempt for God’s creation of humankind but everyone else obviously agreed with God. Lucinda fell from grace and eventually became the queen of Hell. In fact, she and her ensemble of fallen angels were the ones who crafted Hell into a sort of paradise for sinners to do whatever they wished. Murder, porn, thievery, singing, nothing was off-limits. But the cost of sinner’s freedom was the annual exterminations that would take place to reduce the overpopulation of Hell. It was a tactic that not only reduced Hell’s populace, but also served to keep them in their place. After all, Hell consisted of every bad or “flawed” human being that ever lived. Another so called “superior” group to the sinners were the powerful creatures who were born in Hell…the Hell Born.

Then there was royal son, Charles Magne, named after Charlemagne the conqueror. But he preferred to call himself Charlie. He was currently a teenage boy by appearance (he was more than 200 years old) with short wavy blonde hair and a white face with blushes just like his mother. Being part demon and part angel, Charlie could conjure fire and go into his horned demon form at will (He had yet to unlock his true demonic power as a Nephilim). He was often seen wearing a pink tuxedo suit, black bow tie, black pants and shoes.

 Charlie was different from the other demons in Hell, his parents included. While everyone else carelessly inflicted violence upon their brethren, Charlie would dream of a better world full of sunshine and rainbows. As a child, Charlie learned how to sing, dance and play many instruments, thanks to his parents. He loved musicals, reading, smiling and being affectionate toward others.

 When the king and queen showed Charlie his first Extermination, they thought he would passively admire the scene.

 But the prince was horrified at the sight of deadly spears being plunged into the chests and heads of his people. Blood splattered the windows as muffled screams were heard from outside. Seeing all the lives lost year after year made him feel guilty. Why were his parents content to just watch from the safety of their mansion? He needed to help his people!

 “There is no need to help them, my son,” Lucinda replied. “They are common sinners who are merely facing their fate.”

 “So you’re just going to let all this senseless murder happen?!”

 “It’s the way things are,” replied Lilium without even a glance at him. “It’s been this way for thousands of years and it will continue on for a thousand more.”

 Lucinda had added all those years ago, “It’ll be your job as heir to choose a high class woman to marry so our traditions can get passed on.”

 Charlie was tired of royal duties. He didn’t know what was worse, being pressured into honoring his family or the fact that many people in Hell didn’t give a rat’s ass about him. He had met his green-skinned ex-girlfriend Sevia Von Eldritch at the Hell high school prom and danced. Sevia’s brother Hel Von Eldritch with his tentacle white hair, was a rich bully and snob to him. Sevia was charming enough, if not annoyed with him whenever he talked about his dreams.

 “Your childish looks aren’t even enough to get you on Hell’s Vogue covers,” Hel chided to him. “Your ideas of redemption and happiness are a fucking joke! You must be a bitchy clown every day.”

 “Don’t underestimate what I can and can’t do, Hel!” Charlie responded in spite. “You’ll see it is possible to show that everyone can be a good person. Even though you obviously aren’t!”

 Charlie eventually broke up with Sevia and got into a relationship with the aggressive gray moth demon Vaggus. Charlie’s parents were not pleased of the gay relationship, especially the sterner parent Lucinda. More often than not, Charlie felt distant from his family.

 Then Charlie came up with a plan. Using his wealth, he persuaded his family to let him build a hotel in Pentagram City to use as a place of refuge. The Happy Hotel would be a place for demons to stay for a while and to potentially redeem themselves enough to get them into Heaven. With more demons leaving Hell to a better world, there would hopefully be no more Exterminations in the future.

 “What a ludicrous idea, Charles,” Lilium said, shaking his head. “What makes you think your plan will even work?”

 “You know that Heaven has spared us in exchange for all the souls taken each year,” Lucinda explained. “To break tradition would cause all sorts of consequences, both for us and all of Hell.”

 “What consequences?!” Charlie prodded on. “What could possibly be worse than all of this?”

 “You’re too young to understand.”

 “Mom, I’m centuries old! I can take care of myself.”

 “Just stop with your childish fantasies and grow up,” Lucinda said.

 “Why can’t you guys understand?” Charlie was on the brink of tears.

 “Wipe away those tears,” Lilium said. “It’ll be better for all of us if you’ll just accept the way things are. Just think of all the amazing things to look forward to.”

 “No! I can’t.”

 Lucinda glared down at his teen son. “You and your plan will be perceived as a failure to everyone else. A failure, you hear me? Do you want to be seen like that? You might as well be one if you keep this up.”

 Failure.

Failure.

Failure.

 His mother’s words repeated in his mind like a gut wrenching broken record. Was that all he really was to her?

 He raced away crying, it was all too much.

 “Charles!” her mother boomed in anger. Lilium just shook his head, eyes downcast.

 Sooner later, it would be time for Charlies to face the music, as it were. The process wouldn’t be easy. After all, he had lots to learn about the formerly human sinners.

 What would it be like to live as a human? To be free under a blue sky, to watch bluebirds chirp their songs. To fall in love and experience so many feelings…

 Many times, Charlie felt like he belonged on Earth or in Heaven, practically anywhere else but in Hell. Having been secluded for much of his life, Charlie had little knowledge of life on the streets. All the dance moves and Latin and ancient demonic languages he learned wasn’t going to get him anywhere in that case.

 Charlie knew that inside every demon was a rainbow…or in many cases, a lost human soul changed by death and their demonic natures. It appeared he was the only one who could sense it.

 One day, a deathly silence had announced that the extermination had ended. Dead demon bodies littered the streets, and several weapons were lodged in the organs and remains. One spear poked out from a dead demon’s mouth. “Fuck you Heaven!” was spray-painted in red graffiti on one wall. “Cleanse!” was scribbled on posters of the dark bird-like horned angels with creepy grins and xs over their right eyes. There were large red signs reading “Punishment” and “Your days are numbered!” In the crimson sky, a small moon had a glowing red pentagram on it.

 Charlie sadly walked onto the balcony, his short blonde hair on his head, bangs over his pale forehead. A white shirt was under his pink tuxedo.

 Charlie rubbed a hand over his face sadly. A lit up sign read “Welcome to Hell! Population: a fuck ton.” Charlie lifted his finger and colorful fireworks boomed in the sky, signaling it was safe. Another sign read “demon” in white letters. The denizens slowly opened their windows and peered out. More demons came out from their hiding places. A couple of demons poked their heads out of the windows, one of them a red demon with two eyes and horns, smoking.

 The demon prince sang his lament:

 “At the end of the rainbow there’s happiness

And to find it how often I’ve tried

But my life is a race

Just a wild goose chase

And my dreams have all been denied”

 “A ray of hope in this world of black

I wish the world to be free of sin

But no matter how I try

I can’t get by

And no matter what I never seem to win”

 “Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me”

 “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching the clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky”

 “Some fellows look and find the sunshine

I always look and find the rain

Some fellows make a winning sometime

I never even make the game

Believe me”

 “Will this world be a better place?

Or will loss never go away?

The choice I face

Me a disgrace

A loss of hope, here to stay”

 “I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching the clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky”

 “I’m always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find a little bluebird

In vain”

 Lilium opened up red curtains and watched the fireworks with a passive scowl on his face. He appeared to have white hair, pink sclera eyes with white pupils and makeup on his face. Behind him was Lucinda sitting on a chair in shadow, eyes glowing red. There was also a black spider Overlord lady sipping wine, and another shadow overlord shaped like a dinosaur. A large building read “Porn Studios” on it in lit up letters. The roof was decorated with strings of lights and a life-like figure of a smiling red shirtless male wearing black boxers with a white heart on them.

 Inside the studio sat three influential Overlords, commonly known as the three Vs. Vox, the television demon had a flat screen TV for a head and wore a black dress decorated with thin vertical blue lines. The center of the long dress was decorated with red and black stripes. Vox wore a black ladies hat on her head with a large red bow and a teal Wi-Fi symbol on it. Her eyes were red and her shark-like teeth were light blue.

 Next to Vox was a small man named Velvet, the doll demon of social media. He had dark gray skin and had long bangs of magenta and dark magenta hair on his head. His eyes were pink with white irises and black pupils. He wore a suit of white, black and pink, the bottom of the suit decorated with pink hearts.

 Finally there was the woman pimp Valentina, the porn studio owner. She was a moth demon with grayish skin, antennas, and pink eyes and teeth. She wore a red coat and had white fluff decorated with little hearts on it. Pink heart shaped sunglasses outlined in yellow were over her eyes.

 Velvet happily took a picture of him and Vox, much to the TV demon’s annoyance. Velvet eagerly tapped on his phone with a big smile on his face.

 Valentina looked at her phone in annoyance.

 Valentina: Did you get my money, Angie Baby?

Angela Dust: I’m wittha Jane now. I don’t get why this needed to happen so soon after the extermination, tho. Boss.

Valentina: Just do it. No sass. K sugar.

Angela Dust: Yes, Val.

  A bunch of imps dressed in top hats and round ladies’ hats feasted on a bloody body after a demon with a messy mane pulled out an angelic spear to sell on the black market. Beside her was an emotionless male scientist with white hair and round red glasses dressed in a white lab coat. He was recording deaths and the number of weapons on a clipboard for Xirxine labs.  

 Rosea was a bird-like Overlord, elegantly dressed in a magenta suit under his long black neck. He had black eyes, light skin and short lavender hair like a demonic male Mary Poppins. He wore a matching top hat with skulls and a black rose on it. With a grin, he crossed out “Franklin” on a sign that read “Franklin and Rosea’s Emporium.”

 A brown furry demon plucked another demon’s head off the ground and put in her grocery cart full of other demon heads. More demons wondered around, including a smoking demon, a teen demon and a demon with a striped suit appearing out of nowhere. The Jackpot Hotel and Devil’s Diner were nearby.

 As Charlie cried, the clock tower rang out and the counter read “365 days til next cleanse.” A shadow painting of a figure (originally Lilith) was on the bottom of the tower, along with concert posters. “Lilium in concert” was on a few posters.

 “The Spider In Kinky Boots”

 A blue demon with many arms fell to the ground. The demon had red eyes and stood up. It looked at itself in amazement. “I’m alive! I’m alive!” A car ran over the demon, as blood splattered everywhere. The car pulled to a stop and a demon got out.

 She was a tall white spider demon, her face and body white and furry. Light pink spots decorated her face and dark pink spots were under her pink eyes. The spots were reminiscent of extra spider eyes. A pink heart was on the back of her head. She wore a pink and white striped suit and high bright pink heeled boots. Pink gloves covered four of her hands. She also wore a black bow tie under her neck and a little black choker on her thin neck.

 She was Angela Dust, formerly Antonia when she was alive. She had died of an overuse of PCP, a.k.a. angel dust, hence her name. She was Hell’s number one porn star, and a common participant in the many violent wars over territory that frequently occurred. She was part of an Italian mafia family that had lived in New York in the early 1900s. The bubbly Rolls was her younger brother, Aracknia was her black furry older sister, and the grey Dope was her mother. Now here she was in Hell, working under the harsh command of her pimp boss Valentina.

 Angela rested her elbow on the open car door, slicking her fur back on her head. A gold fang was visible. Being a spider demon, she had multiple arms. Her left eye was black with a pink pupil and her right eye was white with a pink iris.

 “Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff,” came a gruff feminine voice from the driver’s seat. Tracy, the grey owl demon.

 “Yeah, yeah listen,” Angela said, closing the door and facing Tracy, “Keep this discreet, hear me? I can’t let it get out I’m offering my services to randos on the street. It was a quick cash crab, ya got that?”

 She smiled and snapped all her fingers, pointing to her.

 “Whatever you say, slut!” Tracy mocked with a laugh. A round gray hat was on her head. Her left eye was black with a red heart pupil while her right eye was white with a black pupil.

 The white demon cupped her face dramatically. “Ouch, oh, such an insult!” she declared, pretending to be offended. She leaned into the open car window. Tracy’s eyes shrank back and her ears flopped in fear. Angela smirked, “Let me know when you come up with something creative to call me next time, you poorly packaged sack of horse shit.”

 She poked Tracy and her nose with her finger. “Tell the misters I said hi,” Angela said, blowing her a kiss before leaning back out.

 Tracy rolled up the window and grumbled. “Poorly packaged…” The car flipped in the air before falling with a loud crash.

 Angela looked behind her at a store. One sign had a dripping needle that said ”blood draw” on it. A door had an upside down cross as part of the decoration. A yellow neon sign read “Beg Slut,” while a teal one read “We couldn’t think of a pun for our shop, but we sell hard drugs!” A casino flier read “Casino: just a few wins away.” A red vending machine with the word “drugs” written in white caught the spider demon’s attention. She walked over and glanced down at the options:

 Coke

Bojack

McWeedies420

Squip

Hero-in

Krunchy Krokodil

Angel Dust

 The demon pressed a button labeled “angel dust” and a white sack fell to the bottom. With a greedy smile, she took it in her hands.

 With a yoink, a gray demon snatched the bag from her hands.

 “Hey!” Angela yelled.

 “Up yours, drag show!” hollered the demon before she was crushed by a boulder.

 “Oh my god!” cried Angela, but she wasn’t worried about the crushed demon. She sadly picked up a piece of the sack.

 “My drugs! Damn it!”

 “Something Rotten”

 Angela turned around and spotted a flying metal aircraft, which was firing lasers at buildings. It looked like an industrial rocket ship made with gears and a steampunk style to it. A metal hook hung from the bottom of it. The lasers struck the buildings, which caused bright pink explosions to fill the air.

 From inside the ship, a serpent Overlord stood high above over the controls, laughing manically. Down below, her deviled egg minions stood and watched. Each of them wore black round hats with bows on them and pinstriped round clothing. They were called Egg Grls.

 The room had deep purple walls, cabinets for the minions and decorations of their leader along the wall. The stairs and many of the structures on the ship depicted scales.

 The Overlord was Madam Zmeya. She wore a light gray Victorian style dress with a ruffle at the helm. The dress had yellow vertical stripes down the front. The collar of the dress was pink, the same color as her eyes were at times. She had the lower body of a dark gray and yellow snake, plus a black tail with yellow stripes and pink eyes all over it. Her gray hat was round with a moving pink eye and a grinning mouth of fangs. She sprouted a demonic grin of sharp yellow teeth and her hood was full of pink hypnotizing eyes. Her long black hair swayed, several strands turning into miniature snakes.

 Madam Zmeya had died in 1888 in the Industrial Revolution due to machine failure and a blizzard. She worked on several inventions in London, selling them under a male last name and looked down on those of a lower status. People had called her a “sneaky snake in the grass.” With the help of the blue anglerfish mad scientist Baxtra (who had died of drowning on a boat), Madam Zmeya was able to command and create her Egg Grl minions. (Baxtra, the deviant Hellhound Sobtiny and dapper guy Desperado were off in their own respective places.)

 Up on the platform, the serpent oriented two levers in her hands, the control button in the center displaying a pentagram design.

 “Those other cowardly sinners dare not hinder my territorial takeover! A wise decision. The power of my machines are unmatched! No other demon can compare to the likes of I!”

 One egg minion with #23 on her back added, “Gee that was pretty swell boss!”

 “Yeah!” another chimed in: #666.

 “You really showed them what for!” called a third.

 Another minion teasingly ran her fingers up the Overlord’s spine. “I like it when you shot them with your ray gun…”

 Madam Zmeya punched a minion out the window and whirled around in anger. The other minions backed up. “I wish she’d shoot me with her ray gun,” a minion whispered, head lowered. “Or perhaps splatter me with acid.”

 Madam Zmeya rolled her eyes at her minions. She turned back to the controls and grinned. Pentagram circles revealed the areas she had taken over and the other territories ahead.

 “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the Pentagram by day’s end!”

 She laughed and bragged some more. “And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering, will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!”

 As to prove her point, she grabbed a minion in her tail and tightly squeezed her.

 Another minion blew a noisemaker and then popped open a blue bottle of a brown drink. The Overlord threw the minion across the room as the eggs celebrated down below.

 “Hell will be mine,” she declared, “and everybody will know the name of Madam…”

 “Scaly lady!” yelled a voice.

 “Pardon?!” Madam Zmeya shot back in shock. “Who said that?!”

 She leaned in close to two of her minions, not pleased.

 “What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?!”

 The minions shook in fear.

 “Speak up!” she hissed.

 “It wasn’t us, miss boss woman!” said a minion.

 Just then, an object shot through the glass at the front, creating a small hole. A small pink bomb with a black skull on the front, landed on the floor. Madam Zmeya observed it for a moment…the bomb looked like a cherry…which could only mean…

 Madam Zmeya flinched back, a look of terror on her face.

 The bomb exploded, covering the room in sparkles and thick red smoke.

 Madam Zmeya coughed and swiped some of the smoke away.

 “You looking for a fight, old lady?” a male voice challenged.

  Madam Zmeya spotted her rival standing proud and casually catching another bomb in his hand: Chere Bomb.

 The man was towering tall in one red army boot, ripped black jeans covering his legs. He wore a loose pink crop top with an x on the front, a few suspenders connecting the loose pants and top. He had short strawberry blonde hair and a single pink eye with an x that took up most of his white face. A chain necklace with a skull on it dangled around his neck. He spouted a grin of sharp white teeth.

 Chere had died in the 1980s in Australia, due to a bomb explosion. He was a hot-headed rebel in a more easygoing culture, always fighting for the rights of LGBTQ + individuals and the downtrodden. He loved blowing things up.

 “Why don’t you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it…” he declared before catching his bomb. A random barbell of metal crashed into the floor close to Chere Bomb.

 “…more,” he finished.

 “Oh, you wanna go, mister?” Madam Zmeya retorted. She flicked her hood back before opening it. The snakes from her hair hissed in anticipation. “Well, I’m happy to oblige!”

 She let out another shrill laugh as her minions closed in, holding stun guns, which crackled with yellow electricity.

 But Chere Bomb just scoffed. With graceful leaps, he avoided the blasts and threw down another bomb. He used the cover to escape, jumping down and swinging once from the anchor at the bottom of the flying craft. Landing gracefully on the ground, he continued his assault from below.

 “Catch me if you can, reptilian bitch!” he taunted out loud.

 “Get him!” she bellowed through the red smoke, the eggs quickly running around in a frenzy.

 The minions jumped to the ground after him, the Overlord following suit. Chere Bomb dodged a blast, grinned and picked up the minion egg. He spun around and threw the minion straight into Madam Zmeya’s face. The snake threw the egg back at him, and he caught it with one hand.

 “Thanks for the gift!” Chere called out, before cracking the egg open with an evil grin. He placed a bomb into it, then threw it back...straight into her face. Madam Zmeya could only make a face of surprise before the egg blew up in pink smoke.

 “Why you little…”

 Chere Bomb ducked as another egg sailed over his head.

 Just then, a familiar drug-addict white demon stomped on an egg minion and threw a grenade in the distance.

 “Angela!” called Chere Bomb, happy to have his partner in crime arrive.

 “Great to see you too, sweetie!” she teased.

 Another pink explosion filled the air as the fight continued.

 “Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie!” Chere Bomb said as he fired a flaming red blast from a metal canon weapon toward Madam Zmeya.

 Angela Dust laughed, leaning against volcanic rock as cover. She threw a grenade over her white head.

 “Hahaha! Are you kiddin’? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

 A pink explosion rocked the streets.

 “Where have you been anyway?” Chere asked as he removed a fuse from another bomb. “I thought you up and died or some shit.”

 “Oh I wish,” Angela remarked as she lit another fuse and handed the bomb to her ally. He threw it forward, then ducked behind the rock next to Angela.

 Angela continued, “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some hunks are lettin’ me stay rent-free if I play nice.” They covered their ears.

 A column of green smoke rose into the air with a fiery whoosh. The duo leaped over the rock and charged at the army of egg minions. Using four arms, Angela Dust fired rapidly from a gun at the minions, making some of them explode.

 She sighed, and used one of her hands to gesture. “Y’know, no fights, no pranks, no “problematic language.” His words, not mine.”

 Angela tripped an unsuspecting minion, sending her into the air and exploding in a yellow yok mess. Angela waved a spiked club and continued firing her gun. A pot shop stood in the background, with marijuana leaves near the sign.

 “These bastards are no fun!” Angela complained in frustration. Splatters of yok landed on her head and face. “I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

 “Holy shit!” Chere Bomb yelled after avoiding a green explosion and leaping into the air, more bombs in his hands.

 Angela scooped up yok with her pink gloved finger. “Well, sorta clean.” She smashed apart another egg minion with her club. “As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder.”

 Angela’s shadowy silhouette displayed sharp fangs as Chere posed in the background, one of his boots missing. A sign read “50% off meth” above a small super market.

 A black chain wrapped tightly around Angela’s waist and chest, sending her flying backwards. Chere Bomb gasped as his ally was pulled away. Madam Zmeya threw the chained Angela hard onto the ground a distance away. The spider landed with a thud against volcanic rock.

 “Oh, harder mommy!” Angela teased with a wide smirk.

 Madam Zmeya gasped, eyes tearing up. “Daughter?!”

 Angela Dust stared blankly, one eye raised, a look of disbelief on her face.

 Chere Bomb rushed into action, landing a sharp kick to Madam Zmeya back. The villain landed on the ground, then hissed threateningly. She stood up and brushed off her dress.

 “You whores have no class!” she exclaimed. “In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” She fluffed up the lace in the center of her dress for emphasis.

 Chere Bomb broke open an egg and tossed the shells aside. Angela stood up, freeing herself from the chains.

 “Or the side that ain’t dead,” Chere added.

 “Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” asked the spider demon wiggling her fingers.

 Madam Zmeya hissed. “Oh, well, that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?”

 Angela continued, “Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

 She and Chere burst into laughter. Even a pink “loser” sign pointed at the oblivious villain. “Ooooh,” said a minion near her. “One hellish burn.” The snake slapped the egg with her hand.

 “I’m going to blow you to bits!” Madam Zmeya screeched, yelled, pointing at them.

“Hmm! Kinky!” Angela teased.

 An advertisement displaying a plate of, sausage, eggs and a tomato slice stood halfway buried in the ground. A glowing pink sign pointing down read “pussy.” Another yellow sign read, “Sex here.”

 “Not like that! Pervert!” yelled the villain, pointing a finger. Chere Bomb and Angela Dust held in laughter.

 Angela suddenly pushed Chere Bomb out of the way, as an egg minion shot tendrils of claws from behind them. The claws had eyes in the center and grabbed onto Angela’s four wrists. She struggled to free herself, the cords stretching.

 Madam Zmeya chuckled. “Not so cocky now, are we? You got yourself into this wet mess!”

 “Y’know, you really need to watch what’s coming out of your mouth,” Angela remarked.

 The villain didn’t respond.

 Angela sighed. “I’ve been making these sex jokes this whole time!”

 A drill poked out from the ground, Angela barely avoiding it. A minion held a drill in her small hands at Angela. Two extra arms popped out from Angela’s body, holding her rifle.

 “And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on.”

 She cocked her gun. “I mean, it’s just…sad!”

 The spider jumped into the air, freeing herself and firing the gun. The laser hit Madam Zmeya, and her gray hat fell off.

 Chere Bomb popped up next to Angela, walking sideways. “Think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?”

 “Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?” Angela shrugged her shoulders and retracted her extra arms. Madam Zmeya lay fuming on the ground.

 More egg minions scrambled over to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the scene. Egg shells and yok puddles littered the cracked street.

 Chere Bomb playfully elbowed Angela. “Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite gal to party with!”

 “You know it, sugar bits,” Angela replied.

 “You ready to finish this?” he asked. He rolled a bomb from one of his shoulders to his other shoulder, then into his hand.

 Angela cocked her gun again. “Born ready, baby!”

 The duo charged at Madam Zmeya. Everyone yelled. More egg minions fell and Madam Zmeya realized she was running out fast.

 After several more minutes of battle, Madam Zmeya and her remaining minions retreated back to their ship. “This isn’t over, sluts!” she declared at her enemies. “I’ll have my revenge!” The ship hatch closed. The egg minions steered the ship and it rose into the air, almost sending the Overlord flying out of the craft. She tossed out more minions in response before taking the controls and flying the craft away.

 Angela and Chere Bomb high-fived.

 “See you around,” Chere said.

 “Until the next brawl,” said Angela.

 Chere Bomb waved goodbye and blasted music from an Eye Pod (a device made from an actual moving eye. “Hello, daddy. Hello mom. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I’m your wild boy. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!” he sang out loud. Angela Dust laughed and continued on her way.

 After buying some more amino and pot from the 666 Shop, Angela met with Charlie and Vaggus in a white monster limo with teeth on the front of the vehicle. A great day indeed for the promiscuous demon.

 “Morning Report”

 Transcript during the 666 News:

“BREAKING NEWS: A LARGE SCALE TURF WAR IS UNDERWAY IN PENTAGRAM CITY BETWEEN MADAM ZMEYA AND CHERE BOMB. THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE COVERED IN DEBRIS, SO PLEASE AVOID DOWNTOWN ON YOUR COMMUTE TODAY. TRAFFIC IS “HELLA” BACKED UP. GET IT? “HELL” BUT WITH AN “A” AT THE END? THAT’S A WORD YOUNGER PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY USING. I DON’T REALLY LIKE IT, THOUGH. I WROTE IT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE THE NATURAL KIND OF PUN TO MAKE FOR THIS SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I SEE IT IN TEXT, I FEEL LIKE IT WAS A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I CAN’T TAKE BACK…LIKE CHEATING ON MY HUSBAND. I’M SO SORRY, MARTIN. I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT YOU DID GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER BECOMING A FATHER AND I REALLY NEEDED SOME SPACE. YOU KNOW, WHAT? NO, THAT WAS A GOOD CALL. I BANGED THE JANITOR, AND THAT WAS A PRETTY NICE TIME, EVEN THOUGH HE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD HER I COULDN’T GET OFF UNLESS HE LICKED MY FOOT FIRST. I DON’T SEE HOW THAT’S A WEIRD REQUEST. MAYBE IF I’D JUST GET A HOOKER, HE WOULD’VE BEEN MORE AGREEABLE. THE POINT IS, MY HUSBAND IS A FUCKING SON OF A BITCH. ONE TIME, WE WENT TO THE ZOO AND I GOT REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ORANGUTAN WAS MAKING FUN OF ME. SHE KEPT DOING THAT STUPID DUCK LIP FACE? THEIR LIPS ALL PUCKERED? THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING, AND THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. MY HUSBAND TOLD ME IT WAS JUST A MONKEY, AND TO “CALM DOWN.”

 A neon logo appeared on the screen, displaying “666 News” in a circle with a neon eye underneath. The names of the news cast appeared on the bottom of the screen.

 A skeletal demon man with short blonde hair and a large toothy grin stood wearing a dark pink fancy suit with a tie. Sitting at the other chair, dressed in a blue-gray business dress was a demon with a gray gas mask for a face along with long light blonde hair. They were live on the air.

 “Good afternoon!” said the man. “I’m Karter Killjoy.”

 “And I’m Tam Trench!” said the masked woman. “Chaos at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable queen Madam Zmeya and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Chere Bomb!”

Two pictures surrounded by flame borders showed Madam Zmeya wearing a yellow “music band” shirt, doing a peace sign and wearing a pair of sunglasses with a dopey expression on her face. The other picture showed Chere Bomb flipping the bird with a grin and standing under glittering spotlights.

 “That’s right Tam!” Karter added. “After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!”

 The clips showed Madam Zmeya fighting Chere Bomb with her egg minions.

 “Those two seem to really be going at it, huh? Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!” Karter popped a tooth and a nail into his mouth.

 “And I’d sure like to nail his hot spot!” Tam Trench said with a giggle.

 Karter chuckled forcefully. “You are a shriveled pussy jackass, Tam. Or should I say…”

 Adding insult and injury, he poured his hot coffee over her groin and spilled more onto her breasts…

 “No pussy!”

 “Augh! Not again!” she groaned.

 Another picture surrounded by a border of flames displayed Charlie with the letters “Prince of Hell” next to it.

 Karter continued. “Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the son of Hell’s own head honcho, who’s here to discuss his brand new passion-project!”

 Tam Trench winced in pain on the desk.

 “All that and more after the break!”

 Karter broke his white mug in his hand, and turned to Tam Trench. “Suck it up you little bitch…”

 The TV went off air, displaying Karter’s mouth and eyes, colored bars and “off air” with a pentagram in the “O”.

  Inside the break room, Vaggus adjusted Charlie’s black bowtie. Nearby, a red tinted sign said that smoking was, indeed, allowed. Another sign read “on air,” in large letters.

 Vaggus had died at age 22 in 2014. He was El Salvadorian and had died from a gang rape of both men and women for being gay. He remembered the jeers from the evil crowd towering over him as they taunted, “You should enjoy this, she-male!” as a woman pinned him down with ecstasy in her eyes. After being brutally beaten, his body was then set on fire. Ever since then, he mistrusted nearly every woman he saw, carrying a harpoon wherever he went. Vaggus could say he was lucky to have found Charlie.

 “Okay, you remember what to say?” Vaggus asked. He had a light gray face and sharp short white bangs over part of his face. The bangs obscured his left eye, which had a pink x over it, He wore a loose white shirt with xs over his nipples. He wore long pants with stripes on them. The left leg had gray and pink stripes down it. Little red horns stuck out from his head, which grew sharper and longer whenever he got angry…which was often. He also wore a torn gray jacket. He eyed his boyfriend expectantly with his orange eye.

 Charlie took a deep breath, enthusiasm in his voice. “Yes! Let’s do this!”

 Vaggus put a comforting hand on his shoulder. He signaled with two fingers for him to pay attention. “Just, look at me and I’ll mouth it to you.”

 Charlie sighed. “Come on, Vaggus! I know what to say!”

 He walked over to the pitcher of red punch. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

 He tossed a donut aside before gasping.

 “Oh! What if I…”

 “Sing a song about it?” Vaggus finished.

 “You knew I was gonna say that.” He playfully tapped his friend on the nose. Vaggus chuckled after Charlie poked his nose.

 Vaggus adjusted Charlie’s bowtie again and shook his shoulders. “Because I know you. But please don’t sing. This is serious.” He pounded his fist onto his hand.

 Charlie snapped his fingers and briefly winked. “Well, you know, I find I’m better at expressing myself through song!” He stood on the table and arched his arms dramatically. Down below, the prince’s red goat demons Shimmer and Glimmer chewed on donuts.

 “But life isn’t a musical, dude,” Vaggus reminded him.

 “Fine,” Charlie said with a slump. Then he brightened again.

 “But I do have these other ideas of what to say.”

 He hopped off the table and pulled out a piece of paper, hopping excitedly.

“The highlighted bits are the best parts!”

 Vaggus took the paper and scanned it in disbelief. “Uh, it’s all highlighted. Is this a drawing?”

 “Yes!” Charlie answered. He pointed to his picture. It showed a list that read: “4, unicorn kisses,” “5, dolphin high-fives?” and “6, sing show tunes = happy ending!” He drew stick figures of demons standing on clouds under a rainbow with a sun and red hearts with faces on them.

  “That’s the happy ending, see? Everyone’s smiling and happy in Heaven!”

 “I don’t think it’s that simple,” Vaggus stated. He then begged him: “Just please follow the talking points we went over.”

 He pulled Charlie close and stared him directly in the eyes. “And do. Not. Sing.”

 Charlie sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” Then he trotted over and spoke in an accent. “I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills.” He gave a salute, several moves of his head and went outside.

 Vaggus somehow knew that this would not end well.

 “Biggest Blame Fool”

 Charlie walked over to Karter Killjoy, who posed in his red suit, smoking a cigarette.

 “Hi! I’m Charlie.”

 He waved and held out his hand.

 “Karter Killjoy,” the man deadpanned before blowing out smoke and snapping his cigarette. “I’d say it’s a ‘pleasure’ to meet you, but that would be a lie. You can put that away,” he regarded Charlie’s hand. “I don’t touch the gays. I have standards.”

 “Yeah?” Charlie asked nervously, looking at a big flashing sign that read “Hell’s #1 News!” “How’s uh…how’s that working for ya?”

 “Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short,” Karter cut in. He invasively tapped Charlie’s chest and nose with his finger. “We’re not here because we wanted you here. You’re here because Amelia couldn’t make it for her infanticide segment.”

 Karter mentioned to a billboard that showed a pale black haired woman cradling several dead babies in her arms.  “A Dyer case!” was the tagline. “Who approved this show?” was written on a sticky note tapped to the corner of the advertisement. Tam Trench shook her head in her seat. “Sex! Murder! Weather!” were displayed on a column of three smaller signs.

 Karter slicked back his hair, flexed his thin arms, and continued: “You might be some royal bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing demon “prince” wants to advertise.”

 “But I…” Charlie began.

 “So don’t get cocky with me, bastard,” he warned, getting into Charlie’s face, “Or I will fucking wipe the floor with you!”

 “And we’re live!” said a voice.

 Karter rushed back into his seat with a bony crack of his neck.

 “Welcome back!”

 Charlie sat in a chair next to him.

 “So, Prince Charles Magne…”

 “It’s Charlie,” he squeaked.

 “Whatever,” Karter dismissed. He took a frustrated breath and clicked his red pen in his hand. “Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!”

 “Well…” Charlie cleared his throat. He looked nervously at the demonic crew in front of him. A demon with a TV head, had “words” flashed across the screen in angry red letters. There was a girl with a black hat for a face, an Egyptian-like male with a white poodle, a man with teal skin, a demon with glasses and green snake hair, a demon with two thin heads, several red horned demons and a few Overlords. Another man wore a hat with hanging beads and colorful Day of the Dead makeup on his face. Vaggus encouraged him to go on.

 Charlie took a deep breath, his voice soft spoken.

 “As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me.”

 Karter clicked his pen impatiently. He spotted a green caterpillar and stabbed it with his pen with a predatory grin. Ink splattered on Charlie’s face and around the area.

 Charlie continued, wiping off the dark pink ink from his face: “Hell is my home and…you are my people. We…”

 Vaggus gave him a thumbs up and a smile.

 “…we just went through another extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year.” His voice rose. “And no one is even given a chance!”

 Charlie banged his fist on the desk, waking Karter from a bored drooling daze. A buff demon with horns and four eyes with a skull bull face wore a shirt with the word “crew” on it. An imp with a heart on his forehead stood nearby.

Charlie made his way forward. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through…redemption?”

 Charlie pulled the buff demon into a side hug. “Well, I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve!” He ran back to the desk.

 “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

 The audience stared in stunned silence as Charlie raised his arms. Not even the flesh-eating crickets were chirping through the awkward quiet.

 A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of a dozen TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many cruel Overlords. Sobtiny, the 90’s rocker hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. The lead gun faced demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for a face. Her friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a wicked witch from an old film. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

 Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

 A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh.

 “Is this guy for real? He thinks, you hear what he thinks? He…heh, heh, heh, oh he’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

 Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place work toward redemption!” He weakly added, “Yay.”

 One dragon demon leaped away as a tall shadowy figure stood in the background. The sound of tap shoes approached.

 The figure stood right next to a ratted flier which read “Beware her! Do not fuck with her!” “The Radio Demon” and “Radio Sounds!” was scrawled in white on demons screaming and fleeing from a monster.

 The woman smiled and tilted her head a notch as she watched the TV with curiosity and amusement. Her shadow next to her briefly morphed into a shadowy face with fluffy ears. She spotted the fliers out of the corner of her red eyes, holding in a laugh.

 “Who, me? ‘Obviously’ not! I’d never put on a show and make other demons flee to their graves.”

 Just the thought of it got her excited.

 She had heard of the demon prince before, but she wasn’t expecting him to appear on TV. She certainly never heard of an idea so crazy before. Making sinners good people was even less likely than making pigs fly (which was one magic trick she could easily do).

 When Charlie started to sing, the red eyed demon couldn’t help but tap her cloven feet and silently hum along.

 “Haven’t been this entertained since I broadcasted my massacre of the Ninth Ring. This cute Charlie character is intriguing…”

 Befriending the prince, and doing something different seemed like a good idea. She glanced over at a faraway Happy Hotel building.

 The sorceress knew where she would go next.

  Back at the news station, a camerawoman with blue hair and a white face looked up and scoffed, “Stupid punk.”

 Vaggus punched her hard in the face in response, causing her to fall off the chair to the ground.

 Charlie stared around him, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

 A light bulb went off in his head and he smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

 Vaggus face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

 Charlie snapped his fingers and his bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

 Summoning the Disney prince within him, Charlie belted out his song:

  “I have a dream

I’m here to tell

About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel

Yes, it’s one of a kind

Right here in Hell

Catering to a specific clientele”

 Shimmer and Glimmer howled along…

The tempo rapidly picked up…

 “Inside of every demon is a rainbow

Inside every sinner is a shiny smile

Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac

Is a jolly, happy cupcake-loving child”

 “We can turn around

They’ll be heaven-bound!

With just a little time

Down at the Happy Hotel!”

 “So all you junkies, freaks and weirdos

Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes

And the fallen superheroes, help is here!

All of you cretins, sluts and losers

Sexual deviants and boozers

And prescription drug abusers

Need not fear

Forever again

We’ll cure your sin

We’ll make you well

You’ll feel so swell

Right here in Hell at the Happy Hotel!”

  “There’ll be no more fire

And there’ll be no more screams

Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams

And puffy-wuffy clouds

You’re gonna be all like, wow!

Once you check in with me!”

 “So all your cartoon porn addictions

Vegan rants, psychic predictions

Ancient Roman crucifixions

End right here!”

 “All you monsters, thieves and crazies

Cannibals and crying babies

Frothing mouthers full of rabies

Fill with cheer!”

 “You’ll be complete!

It’ll be so neat!

Our service can’t be beat!

You’ll be on easy street! (Yes!)

Life will be sweet at the Happy Hotel!

Yeah!”

  Throughout the song, Charlie imagined giving a shiny cupcake to a masked killer, holding cotton candy and a brown puppy in his arms in the clouds…avoiding the attacks of every horror movie serial killer… (Music Logic)

He pictured throwing drugs into a bin of fire, giving shots to monsters, giving money to charity, disturbing porn additions with a bra…

 Snatching a “my waifu” and “my husbando” porn mags of out a demon’s hands…

 Throwing away demon’s cell phones…

 Knocking over crosses…

 Avoiding a scary spider overlord with yellow bat wings and pink eyes all over her body…

 Giving demons big hugs…

 Charlie emerging in his horned demon form from a flaming pentagram, and jumping with joy in a land full of candy, rainbows, and ice cream.

 Charlie finished with a pose on the table, arms in the air and panted.

 The top hat demon smiled. “Wow! That was…shit!”

 The crowd burst into rancorous laughter and boos, including a blue demon made of fire in the boo section. Karter shrieked and banged his fist on the table. Charlie sank down to his knees in embarrassment.

 “What in the nine circles of Hell makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just…because?”

 Charlie lifted up his head. “Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and she’s shown incredible progress!”

 “Oh?” Karter asked, leaning in, “…and who might that be?”

 “Oh just someone named…Angela Dust.”

 “The porn star?” asked Tam Trench in disbelief. She subconsciously unzipped her zipper and Karter whirled on her; “You fucking would, Tam!” His sharp nails left marks on the table. “I’m not listening to a woman!”

 Karter turned back to Charlie. “In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube.”

 Someone wolf-whistled in the audience.

 “Oh, I beg to differ,” Charlie argued, holding up his fingers. “She’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two whole weeks.”

 “Breaking news!” announced a voice as music came on. Excited, Karter pushed Charlie aside. “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go check out the live feed!”

 To Charlie’s sheer horror, Angela Dust was seen on screen, crushing egg shells and fighting with Chere Bomb.

 “Oh shit,” Charlie breathed.

 “Oh shit indeed!” exclaimed Karter with a grin. “It looks like the one who has just joined the battle is none other than…”

 He let out a dramatic gasp…”porn actor Angela Dust! What a juicy coincidence!”

 The screen showed Angela Dust with the words “Angela Dust in ‘Well, Ok’: 18+.” Dicks and boobs were blurred.

 Satisfied, he turned back to Charlie. “You must feel really stupid right now.” Karter and Tam laughed again.

 “Ratings!” they added with jazz hands.

 “Don’t look at this!” Charlie called, waving his arms in vain from behind the screen.

 “Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival,” Karter smirked. “Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?”

 Failure. Failure…Charlie could see his doubt reflected in Karter’s pink eyes and overbearing shadowy figure. Karter and everyone laughed some more, their jeers painful to Charlie’s ears.

 “Yeah?” Charlie asked. He snatched up Karter’s red pen and held it triumphantly. “Well, how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Sissy!”

 Karter glared dangerously. Charlie dropped the pen with a nervous smile, “Oops.”

 Tam leaped out of the way.

 Karter grew taller, his form turning to shadow. Out sprouted claws, four extra sharp appendages, and four red eyes on his face like a spider. He launched himself at Charlie. Charlie clawed at his hair and landed punches as the alarm went off in the news room. Karter crawled on the desk on multiple legs like an insect, baring his fangs before Charlie jumped at him and knocked him off the table. Tam Trench screamed as her body was set on fire. “Why won’t anyone help me?!”

 Charlie eventually ran out of the news room, Karter following close behind, as everyone yelled.

 “And stay out, you retarded faggot!” Karter cussed as Charlie made a run for it down the sidewalk. Charlie was tempted to strangle the homophobic, news bigshot with his bare hands…but that would only contradict his goal…if he even had one anymore.

 Vaggus followed him and the two of them didn’t say a word as they waited for their ride. Soon enough, a white limo with a monster mouth on the front of the vehicle rolled to the curb. Vaggus and Charlie climbed in…and so did an ecstatic Angela Dust. The doors closed and they drove off toward the Happy Hotel.

    “Your Fault”

Charlie had never felt so humiliated in his life. He sat in his seat and curled into himself. Once again, his ideas were dismissed, mocked, ridiculed. No one was willing to see the good in themselves. The demons were content to wallow in suffering, violence, and cruelty until the end of their afterlives. Tears were already threatening to spill from his yellow eyes, but he held them in.

 Maybe his mother was right. What if he really was a failure, like everyone said?

 As if reading his mind, Vaggus gave him a small hug next to him. “You’re not a failure, Charlie. It’s just…no one understands your ideas. People think they’re…I don’t know…outlandish?”

 He got a sad sigh from Charlie in response. “I just wanted to make things better for my people. I know I don’t feel much like a prince, but at the same time…I feel like it’s my duty…my destiny to being some cheer to this place.”

 “Heh. No one can ever top your optimism,” Vaggus mentioned, with a playful roll of his eyes. “Your happiness can be spotted miles away.”

A small smile formed on Charlie’s face. “Well, at least I can pull myself up and keep going…”

 Vaggus stared, hopeful…

 “…But today isn’t one of those days.”

 Vaggus slumped slightly. “I did warn you not to sing.”

 “I couldn’t help it,” he countered. “How else was I supposed to get my message across?”

 “Not everyone likes singing and music all the time.”

 “My family does.”

 “But the other demons aren’t your family.”

  Charlie stared out the window at the buildings whizzing by. “Sometimes I feel like my family is bigger than just my parents.” He turned to look at his boyfriend. “You’re my best friend, sorta like my older brother…and the only one who seems to get me. You’re part of my family already.”

 Vaggus chuckled softly. “Without me, you wouldn’t have lasted very long out in the big world.”

 “For once, I agree with you there,” Charlie replied.

 During several minutes of silence, the two demon boys locked hands just out of sight. It was their habitual way of showing comfort, and it worked on the many days when Vaggus didn’t want any hugs.

 “Don’t get too discouraged,” Vaggus said. “We’ll get back to the hotel and figure things out from there.”

 “I kinda feel like singing another lament now.”

 “Please don’t.”

 “Fine.”

 The limo drove past the 666 Shop, the Nightmare Night Club, and an Evil Donuts store, complete with slime and worms displayed on the donut structure. Pink eyes decorated the ceiling of the car. Charlie curled into himself again, and took a puff of a breath. Even the painted eyes seemed to judge his every move. He glanced over at Vaggus, whose eye was twitching in annoyance.

 Angela Dust was busy playing with the button, making the car window go up and down, up and down. She froze when she saw an angry Vaggus staring at her. Vaggus’ small red horns stood up in agitation whenever he got angry.

 “What?” Angela asked with a shrug.

 “What? What?!” Vaggus shouted, pulling out chunks of his short white hair. “What were you doing?!”

 Angela sighed. “Aw come on! I owed my boy buddy a solid! Isn’t that a ‘redeeming quality?’ Helping friends with stuff?”

 “Not with turf wars that result in mass murder and destruction!” Vaggus replied.

 “Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred,” she said with a snicker. “It wasn’t that bad anyway.”

 She propped up her long legs and pushed the window button again. Vaggus tossed a dagger at the button and it fizzed out in a shower of sparks. Angela stared, shocked and terrified. Vaggus growled in warning.

 “Aw come on, I had to!” Angela protested. “My credibility was on the line!” She sighed. “I mean what kind of reputation would I have of people found out I was trying to go clean? It just throws out my entire persona.” She lifted up her furry chest, bouncing her white furry breasts up and down.

 “Your credibility?” Vaggus asked in anger. “What about the hotel? Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!”

“No, no no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look…uh, sad. And pathetic! Like an orphan, with no arms. Or legs. Uh…oh with progeria!” Charlie covered his face with his hands as Angela blabbered on.

 “Great! Now I’m bummed just thinking about it! This thing have any liquor?” She bent down to the floor and tossed a bottle aside. She then flicked a wrapper away onto a seat.

 Vaggus was fuming. “Can you please just try to take this seriously?”

 “Fine, I’ll try. Just don’t get your taco in a twist, fairy.”

 Vaggus stood up with hands on his hips. “Was that you trying to be homophobic or racist?”

 “Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?”

 “I’m gonna kill her,” Vaggus swore, crossing his arms and sitting back down.

 “Too, late, dude. Wait, would that make me double dead?” She laughed slowly and loudly. “And where exactly do I go? To double Hell?”

 She laughed again. “Sorry, you’re stuck with me, bastard. Get used to it.”

 Vaggus swore in Spanish.

 “Listen, who cares if some jagoffs got hurt?” Angela nonchalantly asked. “Most of them are ugly freaks. Look around! Got a bunch of fuckin’ harlequin babies down there.”

 “You’re one to talk,” Vaggus muttered with a small smirk.

 Angela laughed then yelled “Hey!” in protest. “This body is flawless! Everyone wants some of me and I’ve got the creepy fan letters to prove it!”

 She pulled out a dirty piece of paper from in between her boobs that read: “Show me your feet! Brenda. #1 fan/critic.” There was a picture of a young Angela in the lap of a naked fat lady, licking Angela with her green tongue. She had a tattoo of Angela with a red crossed out sign.

 This time, Charlie spoke up. “That was really uncool, y’know, Angela.”

 Vaggus growled and turned to his friend. “Uncool?!” He mentioned to Angela. “After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel.” He turned to the spider. “All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!”

 Angela glanced at a discarded pile of ash and used cigarettes. “Does this mean I don’t get a free room anymore?”

 Vaggus spread out his hands as if asking “Well, what do you think?”

 She let out a mock sigh and snap. “Ah, well, shucks.”

 Charlie pulled off his dark pink shirt, revealing a white shirt with a black bowtie.

 “Hey, come on, we don’t know if things are over yet. Try to relax, Vaggus. It’ll be okay!”

 Now it was Vaggus’ turn to let out a small smile of thanks. Charlie placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, and his friend calmed down.

 “What would I do without you?” Vaggus asked. He and Charlie slowly leaned into each other, their heads gently touching.

 “Get a room, boys!” Angela remarked, before receiving a “Shut up!” from both of them.

  Finally, the deviant crew arrived at the Happy Hotel. It was an elegant building fit for any demon who wanted to stay a few nights. Eye designs lined the border of a dark pink circus canopy at the front like a creepy mosaic. Branches jutted out from the roof as part of the structure. Old fashioned lanterns attached to the wall had flames flickering inside, nonstop. The double doors consisted of stained glass windows with red apples in the center. Little stained glass snake eyes peered unblinkingly at them from around the larger window in the door.

 Angela, Vaggus, and Charlie got out of the car and threw open the double doors. A random black bug scurried away from the incoming light. A yellow sign read “Concierge” behind a pink “welcome” banner. The check in table was decorated with colored flags leaning toward the floor and random balloons with small star shapes on them. A vase was decorated with yellow eyes along the sides. Another flower pot was in the shape of a human mouth…white flowers posed above. Vaggus sighed and plopped onto a red cushioned couch in the style of a monster’s mouth.

 The red rug down the hallway was decorated with the same eyeball designs, apples on the end, plus shadow skulls of horned monsters in the center.

 All around the room, were pictures of Charlie as a little boy with his father and mother on various trips. One picture showed him and Vaggus in front of a castle at Loo-Loo World, Hells’ version of Disney World.

 Angela Dust came across a red fridge leaning low against the wall. She opened the door and pulled out a purple box labeled “Popsies.” She shrugged at the dripping ruined box and took out a popsicle. She gave it a lick.

 “It’s prolly a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y’know, to feed all the wayward souls ya got in here.” She laughed nervously, trying to cheer Charlie up. But Charlie just sat sadly on a wooden box in a darkened area of the room. Angela closed the fridge door, sucked on a popsicle and reached out one of her arms to him…then hesitated. She walked away, letting him have some alone time.

 Charlie walked past the two posing elephant statues balancing balls on their trunks, and toward the front door. He opened the door and went outside. Holding out his purple cell phone, (or “Hell Phone, hah, get it?”) he pressed an icon with the word “Dad” decorated with a heart and horns on the d’s.

 Charlie took a deep breath as a voicemail tone came through.

 “Hey Dad. Um, I know I keep calling, and you must be busy. Really busy. But, um…the interview didn’t go well and…I don’t know if I’m going to make a difference. I don’t know what I’m doing. I could really use some advice, Dad.”

 He slid down and sat on the stone ground, tears falling from his eyes. He wiped some away with his arm. “I think mom was right about me. A-anyway, I’ll stop talking before this gets too long. Love you! Bye.”

 He ended the call with a tap and rubbed his eyes with his hand. Standing back up, he opened the door, closed it, and leaned against the stained glass window, eyes closed.

 What was he supposed to do now?

 “Let’s Misbehave”

 A slow ominous knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. He opened his eyes.

 Knock. Knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock.

 It was a rhythmic knock, sounding like “shave and a haircut.” (Or was it “skunks in a barnyard”, or “imps in a cauldron?” He wasn’t sure.

   An ice cold feeling of dread spread through his veins. No other demon would ever do that kind of knock.

 Unless…

 He tentatively reached out his hand to the door handle, and quickly pulled it open.

 Sure enough, the most feared demon in Hell was standing right outside his door.

 She stood a head taller than him, wearing an elegant long dark red dress decorated with thin light red stripes going down it. Several tatters were visible at the helm. The area below her neck had a red undershirt with a black downward facing pentagram for decoration. The pentagram was framed by more lace in a v shape. She wore dark stitched up leggings and black high heels with red deer prints underneath them. Black gloves with red fingertips covered her long fingers.

 And her face…momentarily her figure and face were pretty to Charlie but he quickly became terrified as he looked up. Her face was a sickly gray and her sharp yellow teeth were set in a wide grin. Her long hair was red and black, the smaller black ends tapering off past her shoulders. The rest of her hair was red, up to the black tips of her two fluffy deer like tufts perched on top of her head. She had no antlers. A red vintage microphone staff was a magical item she carried with her. A monocle rested under her right eye.

 Alastra was born French Creole in New Orleans in the early 1900s. She was very close to her African American father who taught her about hunting and Voodoo rituals. In contrast, her white Christian mother hardly paid any attention to her. Although her mother taught her how to sew and cook, she also expected her to take on woman responsibilities of marriage, housekeeping and rearing children. Alastra had light brown skin and beautiful long brown hair.

 Alastra would have none of it, instead she dreamed of playing in a jazz band and performing on stage... and did so for a period of time. But being a woman of color, she had it difficult since the beginning. She applied for music and radio jobs, always being turned down and shooed away. Racist and sexual remarks became daily background noise, almost impossible to ignore. Her mother would frequently give her black eyes and beat her. Several tragic events happened, including her mother sending her to an insane asylum to rot away. She had been diagnosed with narcissism and a sexual disorder. (Why didn’t she want to fall in love with a man?) She managed to escape to the cabin. When her father was drafted for the war and later died, she was devastated at the loss. After being raped and almost killed by men she thought were her friends, she decided enough was enough.

 Alastra eventually became a radio host, Voodoo Queen, and serial killer. After her mother threatened to divorce the family, Alastra killed her with a gun and ate her remains. She killed both men and women but preferred luring women to her home where she would poison their food and drinks. Knives, axes, guns, she used them all. After killing off several higher ups, she managed to form her own radio studio and became the most famous radio host in Louisiana.

 Alastra basked in her fame and wealth, even meeting blonde dapper performer Desperado, who was head over heels for her. But Alastra didn’t want to be tied down to anyone. She would talk about the murders, play jazz music and tell dad jokes, which she dubbed “mom” jokes. Alastra enjoyed the Stock Market Crash but soon found herself running out of food. She resorted to cannibalism for survival. No one suspected her until 1933. She got bitten by a rabies dog and ran through the woods. She died a brutal death after being shot in the head and mauled by police dogs at the same time.

 Due to the deals she had made with otherworldly demons, Alastra gained dark eldritch powers she used to topple Overlords and take over several areas. Broadcasting her massacres was both entertaining and was used as a way to let others know she was not to be messed with. She had an army of slave souls plus two pet alligator demons. She hated Vox and her modern technology. Her fluffy red and black deer tail was hidden under her dress as well as the many scars across her thin body. No one knew if Alastra wanted Charlie to succeed or not, but she would use any means necessary to accomplish her goals. (But oh how she missed her father dearly.)

 Alastra’s large eyes glowed red as a radio buzz briefly sounded. Charlie’s eyes went wide as saucers.

 The woman began to speak, her voice sounding like it was being spoken through a radio.

  “Hell…”

 Charlie slammed the door in her face.

 Opened the door…

 “…o.”

 Slammed it again.

  The woman stood, shocked in front of the stained glass door, smile still plastered on her face, hand and curved claw in the air.

 “Well… that was…rude,” she thought. “Usually people are too sacred to answer when I come by. Or they rush to try and please me because they know I could slaughter them at any time. I’ll just wait here then…or maybe break this door down…”

  “Hey, Vaggus?” Charlie called.

 “What?” Vaggus replied in annoyance on the couch.

 Charlie flashed a nervous smile. “The Radio Demon is at the door!”

 “What?!” he demanded.

 “Uh, who?” Angela asked. She sucked erotically on her popsicle.

 “What should I do?” he asked, pulling at his lower eyelids.

 “Well, don’t let her in!” exclaimed Vaggus.

 Charlie was tempted to do just that. But he also had a duty to not leave any sinners behind. He took a breath, eyes furrowed and opened the door again.

 “May I speak now?” the red demon asked.

 “You may…” Charlie replied.

 The woman held out her gloved hand which briefly glowed. “Alastra, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure.”

 She eagerly grabbed his wrist and leaned her face close to his before strutting inside. Charlie stood, dumbfounded, his hand still out.

 “Excuse my sudden visit,” she went on, “but I saw your fiasco on a picture show and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance!” She raised her arms before walking forward. “Why I haven’t been that entertained since the Stock Market Crash of 1929!”

 She bobbed her head side to side and burst into laughter. “So many orphans!”

 Vaggus suddenly pointed a spear weapon at her and the doe froze. “Stop right there!” He swore in Spanish under his breath. “I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else here, you pompous, cheesy, talk show shit lady!”

 Angela peeked around the corner to see what was going on.

 Alastra merely laughed slightly and nudged the weapon away with her fingers.

 “Little man, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…”

 She added in a low creepy tone, “I would have done so already.”

 Her red eyes briefly turned to red radio dials as radio static filled the room. She tilted her head slightly, letting her chaotic magic roam. Vaggus and Charlie were frozen in fear as they caught glimpses of red Voodoo symbols, static, and warped reality.

 Then just as quickly, the noise and magic ceased and Alastra shook her head, eyes back to full red. Her eyes had briefly been black with red pupils.

 “No, I’m here because I want to help!” She curtsied.

 Charlie was sure he hadn’t heard her right.

 “Say what now?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

 “Help!” she responded with another laugh. She held up her microphone staff.

 “Hello? Is this thing on? Testing, testing…”

 She tapped it and a glowing red eye appeared in the center.

 “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” the microphone responded in a feminine tone, eye shaking in fear.

  “Um…you want to help?” Charlie asked.

 Alastra appeared behind the demon boys, hands on their backs, switching from a shadow to her regular self. Both Vaggus and Charlie flinched.

 “With…” she mentioned in an imitation of Charlie’s soft voice…

 “…this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do!” finishing in her normal voice. “This hotel!”

 Charlie could hear the call bell ding twice on the table, even though no one was there to ring it.

 “I want to help you run it.”

 “Uh…why?” Charlie asked, confused.

 Alastra laughed again. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute boredom!”

  She curled up her fingers before putting her hands up to her cheeks. She then moved off to the side. “I’ve lacked inspiration for decades!”

 She placed her elbow on an annoyed Vaggus’ head. Then she shoved the moth demon aside.

  “My work became mundane, lacking focus, aimless! I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

 She laughed again, spreading out her arms.

 Charlie looked downcast as Vaggus stood up with a scowl. “Does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?”

 Alastra laughed again. “It’s the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

 She smiled and titled her head.

 Charlie brightened a bit. “So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?”

 Alastra help up a hand and laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!”

 She grinned at Vaggus and Angela who sat on the couch and shrugged.

  She continued. “The chance given was the life they lived before; the punishment is this!”

  She spread out her arms. “There is no undoing what is done!”

 “So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” Charlie asked.

 Alastra smirked and looked at Charlie over her shoulder. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!”

 She pulled Charlie close to her with her arm and twirled the shorter demon around in a quick dance. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down into the fiery pit of failure.” Her eyes glowed red in pleasure.

  “Right…” Charlie began, slowly removing her clawed hand from his shoulder.

 Alastra took him aside for a walk. “Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I.”

 “A Cautionary Tale”

 “Ah, so uh, what’s the deal with Miss Smiles over there?” Angela asked Vaggus.

 “Wait, you’ve never heard of her before?” Vaggus asked. “You’ve been here longer than me!”

 Angela shrugged her shoulders.

 “The Radio Demon, one of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” Vaggus asked.

 “Eh, I’m not too big on politics,” Angela replied.

 Vaggus let out a deep annoyed sigh before leaning in close to explain.

 “Decades ago, Alastra manifested in Hell, seemingly overnight. She began to topple Overlords who had been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power has never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, she broadcast her carnage all throughout Hell, just so everyone could witness her ability. Sinners started calling her The Radio Demon. (As lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled her to rival our world’s most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing’s for sure: She’s an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we cannot risk getting involved with, unless we want to end up erased.”

 Flashes of Alastra in her full demon form, a giant red doe with a long lavender tongue, sharp teeth, long dark claws, glowing red eyes and large ears appeared on screen. She grinned as she hovered her claws over the demonic faces of voodoo imps and minions. Her dress revealed a flaming hole where screaming demons struggled to escape.

 “Ya done?” Angela asked with a snicker. “She looks like a strawberry pimp!”

 Alastra conjured her staff into her hand with a smug look.

 “Well, I don’t trust her!” Vaggus exclaimed.

 To be fair, do you trust any woman? Any women? Women?” Angela asked with a slight laugh.

 Vaggus ignored her and walked up in front of his friend.

 “Charlie, listen to me. You can’t believe this creep! She isn’t just a happy face! She’s a dealmaker, pure evil! She can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

 “I…” Charlie began. “…we don’t know that. Look…I know she’s bad, and I know she probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in.”

 Alastra stared in fascination at a family picture on the wall. It showed Lucinda dressed in white, Lilium in a dark purple suit, and Charlie as a little boy wearing a brown and white suit in the middle. The picture border consisted of branches and yellow eyeballs and a dried rose in the upper right hand corner.

 “Such a lovely portrait! A picture of perfection! It’d be such a shame if something awful were to happen to them…”

 “Just trust me,” Charlie added, placing comforting hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders, “I can take care of myself.”

 Charlie,” warned Vaggus, “Whatever you do, do not make a deal with her!”

 From a distance, Alastra opened up the palm of one hand, claws curled. Both boys glanced in her direction, worry on their faces.

 “I’ll have these two in the palm of my hand…”

 “Don’t worry,” Charlie replied to Vaggus with a chuckle. “I picked up one thing from my Mom…”

 He spoke in a higher womanly voice as he walked away, “Ya don’t take shit from other demons!”

 Gathering his courage, Charlie marched over to the Radio Demon.

 “Ok, so…Al. You’re sketchy as fuck, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t.”

 Red Voodoo symbols appeared around a grinning Alastra, then vanished. Charlie glanced back at her with narrowed eyes.

 Charlie continued. “I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

 Alastra twirled her cane and held out her right hand. “So it’s a deal then?”

 Flashes of eerie green light surrounded her, electricity snaking up the walls. Shadows swirled around the room and everyone covered their faces at the force of the wind.

 “Nope!” Charlie yelled, holding out his hands. The energy stopped. “No shaking! No deals! I…hmm…”

 Charlie decided to try another approach.

 “As prince of Hell, and heir to the throne, I uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel, for a long as you desire.”

 A moment of pause…

 “Sound fair?” he asked.

 “Hmm…Fair enough.” Alastra shrugged before she strolled away, cane vanishing.

  “Cool beans.” Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and even did a thumbs up.

 Alastra stopped and spotted Vaggus off to the side. She smirked in a way outside observers would describe as lecherous. She tickled him under his chin with a finger.

 “Smile, good sir! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!”

 Alastra hummed happily on her way, while Vaggus growled in disgust and rage.

 “So…where is your hotel staff?” Alastra asked Charlie.

 “Uh, well…” Charlie began. Alastra peered at Vaggus through her monocle. “Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that.”

 She walked over towards Angela.

 “And what can you do, my butch fella?”

 Angela grinned. “I can suck your pussy and boobs!”

 A screech was heard as Alastra stared in shock and revulsion.

 “Ha! No.” Alastra deadpanned.

 “Your loss,” Angela said with a slight laugh. Alastra summoned her cane.

 “Well, this just won’t do!” Alastra exclaimed. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!”

 The spell came easily in her mind: “dife sèvitè, reveye.”

  Alastra snapped her fingers and a fire sparked to life in a small circular fireplace. Animal skeletons decorated either side of the wall, fully repaired.

 A dark figure plopped down onto the chimney floor.

 Alastra walked over and picked up the creature with her hand. A large single yellow eye was revealed. Angela, Vaggus, and Charlie peered at the creature. In a puff of smoke and a squeak, the creature revealed herself. A cute cyclops boy was wearing a dark pink butler outfit with a poodle on the front, his short hair dark magenta with a streak of yellow. His upper shirt was white with pink paint stains. White spots were on the left side of his pants.

 “This little rascal is Preppy!” Alastra introduced with a smile, before dropping him. The boy landed on his feet.

 “Hi! I’m Preppy!” he greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends!” He laughed slightly and his pupil grew smaller, darting in circles.

 “Why are you all men?” he asked. He darted over and lifted Charlie up before putting him down. Vaggus growled, aiming his spear at the newcomer.

 “Are there any women here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude.” He missed the fact that Angela was female, for obvious reasons.

  “Oh man, this place is filthy!” he exclaimed, running around and lifting up couch cushions. “It really needs a more man cave, homey touch, which is weird, because you’re all men, no offence.” He chewed on a black spider he found, then rushed toward some stained glass windows.

 He darted around, using a dust ruffle to clean them, removing spider webs. “Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…Nope!”

 Preppy raced around, removing cobwebs, then poked at a piece of a voodoo doll. Well, it was actually a blue beetle doll that Alastra had stabbed with a clothing pin for him to play with. Preppy turned and exclaimed, “Oh my goodness, a dirty rat!” He dashed over, scooped up the dark grey creature and popped it into his mouth rapidly. Strained squeaks mingled with rapid chewing sounds. “I bet there’s tons of them under this place, I’ll be sure to get more!”

 Alastra looked amused, while the others stared in disbelief.

 “So fortunate of me to have met him in Hell. A former chimney sweeper in the 20th century. Heard he died from being burned alive in a fireplace. Services are still good! Though, I didn’t give him much of an option to begin with…”

 Meanwhile, at a casino, a cat demon placed a joker, an ace, a 2, and a fourth card down on the table. She had black and white fur, fluffy breasts, wore a black round hat and had red wings with card suits decorated on them. She also had long red eyebrows and wore a red bow tie.

 “Ha!” she declared in triumph. “Read ‘em and weep, girls!”

 She suddenly felt herself being forcefully pulled out of the room through space and time.

  “Full…whoa!”

 “Transpòte ganbadeur la.”

 She ducked as a curtain of red energy surrounded the existing space. Voodoo symbols flashed in the background along with eight yellow eyes, a creepy voodoo skull and a purple skeleton of a worm-like creature. Another voodoo skull with horns appeared for a moment not too far from tan ghost-like spirits with creepy faces and a row of jagged teeth.

 The cat demon figured she must have had too much booze to drink.

 “…the hell?”

 As the images faded, she soon found herself at the hotel bar, not in the previous room at the casino. A large “Come and play Blackjack” sign took up much of the wall behind her. Most peculiar, the gray wood walls were missing halfway up, replaced by the red themed décor of the hotel. She was sitting in a portion of the casino she was in. It felt like she was in a house with no roof surrounded by the outside world.

 “What the fuck is this?”

 She saw Alastra and pointed an accusing claw.

 “You!”

 “Ah, Shella, my good friend!” Alastra cheerfully greeted as audience claps came from the microphone. “Glad you could make it!”

 Alastra’s head briefly had the appearance of large antlers sticking out from either side. When she moved it, it was revealed to be an antler skull with glowing green eyes hanging in the background. Snakes were wrapped around one of the pillars supporting a bar stand. “Big Booze,” “Welcome” and “Big Soul” signs were placed overhead on the stand. Neon green card suits consisted of the designs at the bottom of the stand.

 Shell had been born in Nevada and grew up in a casino. She enjoyed gambling, drinking, money and magic shows. She had died at age 75 in the 1970s.

 “Don’t you “Shella” me, you shady old bitch!” Shell spat, and swiped Alastra’s hand away from her shoulder. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

 Shell stared in anger as the stacks of money and chips on the table vanished in static.

 “Good to see you too!” added Alastra.

 Shell face palmed. “What the fuck do you want with me this time?”

 Alastra grabbed hold of her, startling her so much that cards fell from her hands.

 “My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay.”

 Shell was taken aback. “Are you shittin’ me?!”

 “Hmm. No, I don’t think so!” Alastra replied.

 Shell shoved the Radio Demon off her, the latter casually dusting off her red sleeves. She puffed up her black and white fur in anger, her cat ears twitching. “You thought it would be some kind of big fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I’m some kinda fuckin’ clown?”

 “Maybe,” Alastra grinned.

 Audience laughter emitted from the microphone.

 “I ain’t doin’ no fuckin’ charity job,” Shell protested.

 Alastra appeared next to her, startling the cat. “Well I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment.”

 She pointed toward the bar stand with the staff. The sound of audience clapping came from the microphone.

 “With your charming smile and welcoming energy…”

 Alastra spread the corners of Shell’s mouth upward into a demonic smile of yellow teeth. Shell frowned seconds after she let go.

 “…this job was made for you!”

 Alastra strutted over toward the bar stand, the soles of her black heels revealing red hoof prints as she walked.

 “Don’t worry, my friend,” Alastra continued, “I can make this more welcoming…if you wish.”

 With a curve of her fingers, a green bottle of cheap booze appeared on the counter.

 Shell stared with wide eyes, suddenly very thirsty. She swore she could hear the sound of a slot machine.

 “What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” She took the bottle in anger. “Well you can!”

 She immediately guzzled it down and walked away.

 “Too easy,” thought Alastra.

 By this time, Charlie, Vaggus and Angela Dust had arrived to see what the commotion was about. Vaggus rushed toward the bar, furious.

 “Hey, hey, hey, hey!” yelled the moth demon. “No, no bar, no alcohol. This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of…brothel, sinful, lady lounge …”

 Angela lunged herself into him, knocking him to the floor.

 “Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this.” She pointed at Shell with multiple gloved fingers.

 She slid up to Shell. “Hey,” she said in a flirtatious voice.

 “Go fuck yourself,” Shell deadpanned, drinking her booze.

 “Only if you watch me,” Angela retorted, with a sway of her butt and hips.

 To make matters worse for Shell, Charlie leaned in close to her, excitement and red stars in his eyes.

 “Oh my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!”

 “I lost the ability to love years ago,” Shell replied, gulping down more booze.

 Alastra walked in, an ever-present grin on her face.

 “So, what do you think?”

 Charlie ran over to her. “This is amazing!” he beamed, rubbing his cheeks. Alastra blinked rapidly in appreciation.

 “It’s okay,” Vaggus grumbled from nearby, arms crossed.

 Alastra laughed and pulled the two boys close to her. “This is going to be very entertaining!” Her laughter was mixed with old radio sounds.

 Alastra conjured fire in her hand…Charlie stared in wonder at the flames and the voodoo symbols. She pushed Vaggus aside and changed her attire.

 Alastra now wore a fancy light red flapper dress, the lower part of her black leggings showing. She wore black heels on her feet. The skirt of her dress was dark magenta in color, the lower part near the helm was a brighter shade of pinkish red. The top part of her dress was also dark magenta, her gloves red. A round dark red ladies hat was on her head, the bow around it black. The bow was decorated with little claws around it. The top part of her hat had a line of visible stitches going across it, while a few pins stuck out from it.

 She waved a finger over Charlie’s head and his outfit changed. He now wore a black and pink suit, the bow tie under his neck dark red. He wore fancy black pants and shoes, the trails of his dark pink suit visible from behind him. A black top hat was perched on his blonde head, the rim decorated with small red apple designs. Charlie stared down in amazement at his new outfit.

 Alastra began to sing as she and Charlie began to dance.

 “You have a dream

You want us to know”

 Vaggus was fuming on the ground, the red x over his left eye burning red like his face.

 Alastra bent down next to him with a laugh and a shrug.

 “And it’s so ridiculous…”

 She stood back up and picked up Charlie. “But hey kid, give it a go!”

 She tossed the surprised prince into the air before he grinned.

 Both of them landed and danced with fast steps. The wall behind them was decorated with an image of Alastra’s large claws. Everything had turned into neon colors. Thanks to Alastra’s magic, voodoo symbols and deer antlers decorated the walls.

 “Cause you’re one of a kind

A charming demon beau!”

 Alastra took Charlie’s hand and the duo slid down a slide that used to be the stairs. They landed on the ground. Alastra snapped her fingers, and everyone’s outfits changed. Angela Dust stared in disgust at a bright pink dress she was now wearing. Vaggus stared down at his dark gray suit decorated with a bright pink tie in the center. Preppy stared in happiness at his dark blue suit and matching small top hat, decorated with a white daisy. Shell sat lazily at the bar counter.

 “So let’s give these burning fools a brand new show!” Alastra sang. She snapped her fingers, saying “Take it, girls!”

 Black shadow demons appeared from a cracked hole in the floor playing jazz instruments. One of them played a trumpet, another blew into a tuba. Charlie smiled as he moved to the music, next to another shadow demon playing the drums happily. Vaggus reached out to his boyfriend but was pulled away by Alastra and into the group.

 “Ha ha!” Alastra laughed as shadow demons appeared around them, appearing to be held together with stitches. Vaggus, Angela and Shell looked terrified, but Preppy was grinning, as if he had seen this before.

 Alastra appeared beside the bar table near Shell and Angela.

 “Inside of every demon is a lost cause,” she sang some more, pulling the two girls into a hug.

 Alastra plucked Shell’s eyebrow and rubbed Angela’s hat onto her head before leaving. Angela snapped her fingers with a grin and playful brows. A grumpy Shell flipped her the bird with a middle claw.

 “But we’ll dress ‘em up for now with just a smile!”

 “Just a smile!” the spirits repeated.

 Alastra appeared behind Vaggus, who stood with his arms crossed in the spotlight. Alastra waved her microphone and a fancy top hat with peacock feathers appeared on his head. A white fox scarf appeared around his neck. Then, without warning, Alastra slapped his butt.

 Vaggus jumped into the air before throwing off the scarf and hat. He turned around in fury at the Radio Demon. “Perverted witch!” he fumed as she walked away. She strolled and danced along the lobby floor, kicking a skull as she went. Preppy swept up the bone pieces in the background.

 “And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair

And show these simpletons some proper class and style!”

 “Class and style!” sang the shadows.

 Alastra walked over to the fireplace. A horde of shadow beings walked through the gap, including a shadow version of Alastra: Artsala. (Like Rotsala, Alastor’s shadow).

 The shadow grinned a blue grin at her, before Alastra vanished the shadow with a swing of her hand.

 “Here below the ground, I’m sure your plan is sound!”

 Alastra leaned in close to Charlie, their noses almost touching. After Alastra let herself be spun around, Alastra rubbed Charlie’s cheeks before taking his arm. Vaggus stood in the background with a look of jealousy and concern. Charlie and Alastra spun around in a circle, the moment magical for both of them.

 “Could this be love?” Charlie thought. Both of them had happy smiles on their faces as they spun around. Charlie could almost see the sparkles and bubbles in the background.

 “As we spend a little time…”

 Alastra let go and prepared to finish.

 “Down at this Hazbin ho…”

 A sudden explosion cut her off. The force caused the door to blow off and fly straight into little Preppy’s face, sending him flying back. “Ow! I’m okay!” he called from the distance.

 “Madam Zmeya Fucking Dies”

 Soon the colors were back to normal and so were everyone’s outfits. The group peered out from the hole, Alastra craning her neck. The group went out onto the path and spotted a flying blimp. Madam Zmeya poked her head out from an opening in the ship, fangs bared.

 “Ha!” the snake inventor laughed. “Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak!” she called, mentioning to the white spider demon. “We meet again, Alastra!”

 Alastra merely asked with a smug look, “Do I know you?”

 Madam Zmeya’s face fell before she grew angry. “Oh yes you do!” She slithered back into her seat. “And this time I have the element of…surprise!”

 She pulled a lever and a cannon lowered to the ground.

 “I’m so evil!” she declared with maniacal laughter as the cannon fired up.

 Alastra snapped her fingers, red tendrils of smoke rising from her hand. The weapon froze in mid fire and a fiery portal opened up below the blimp. Pink smoke filled the air.

 A horde of black tendrils rose from the hole, latching onto the ship. One tentacle ripped off the cannon and threw it into another smaller portal, causing it to explode in pink smoke. One of the tentacles had already smashed a hole in the large round window.

 Madam Zmeya looked on in shock as her Egg Grls slammed against the wall (one of them read #Ouch.) One of the eggs cracked open, spilling out yellowish brains and small organs among the stains of yok. Madam Zmeya and another minion were thrown against the wall.

 “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” she screamed before she was slammed against the ceiling by a black limb.

 “Ow, that hurt!” she cried.

 Madam Zmeya screamed as she was forcefully dragged along the floor and lifted up slightly. She was held in place, surrounded by the wrapped up tendril. At once, the tendril shrunk and squeezed the helpless snake. The Egg Grls ran around frantically, screaming as black cracks appeared on the floor and walls.

 From the outside, more black tendrils were closing in. Red voodoo symbols appeared around the blimp.

 “Ede m 'sèrviteur.”

 Four horned shadowy spirits with red auras floated around, wearing toothy grins.

 The tendrils were now wrapped around the entire blimp, holding it in place like thick black vines.

 Red radio waves filled Alastra’s eyes as she curled her fingers inward. The sky vanished, replaced with red. Hovering red voodoo symbols appeared all around her as she altered the state of reality. Radio static consumed the air.

 The vines thickened and completely enclosed the blimp. The spirits swooped around it in excitement, with echoing shrieks. The aura around the tendrils glowed a fiery yellow, the same color as the portal rim.

 “Kalfu! Destriksyon pa bra nwa.”

 Alastra closed her four-fingered hand which began to glow. A red drop of blood fell from her glowing hand. The tendrils proceeded to crush the blimp. Pink rays of light shot from the center and the blimp exploded in a loud BOOM!

 Pink smoke spread everywhere as the spirits sped away. The tendrils broke into severed bloody pieces that rained down to the ground. Alastra smiled victoriously, while behind them, the group of five stared in utter terror and shock. (Save for Preppy who had a small smile on his face).

 “Well, I’m starved!” Alastra exclaimed, turning around to face the group. Who wants some jambalaya?” She spread her arms out. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya! In fact, it nearly killed her! My father almost had a heart attack from eating it, but maybe that’s because he loved it so much!”

 Alastra laughed as she led the way back to the hotel. The others followed.

“You could say the kick was straight out of Hell!” she added while laughing at her own joke. “Oh, I’m on a roll!”

 Charlie and Preppy smiled while Shell, Angela, and Vaggus looked on with concern. Preppy scurried around Alastra with a look of admiration. Angela blew Shell a kiss, which earned the druggie demon a glare from the gambler. Charlie turned to Vaggus excitedly. Vaggus reluctantly went along with Charlie’s idea, even giving him a small supporting smile. As long as Charlie was happy, then Vaggus was alright, too.

 From up above, the hotel looked like a mashed-up haunted house. An old dark train was perched on a balcony, with some monstrous faces carved in. A ship, reminiscent of the Titanic, was leaning upwards against the building as part of the structure. An old carousel served as part of the upper balcony and windows. Skull designs decorated the small windows in a row. Finally, on top of a giant yellow eye, was the sign “Happy Hotel” supported by pillars of worn wood.  

 Alastra continued, “Yes, mam’, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

 She glanced up and pointed her finger toward the sign. Pink electricity shot out and made contact with the sign.

 The sign now read “Hazbin Hotel.”

 “Stay tuned,” she finished with a low sinister laugh.

 Back at the crater, smoke took the faces of demons and rose into the air. Broken egg minions littered the ground. One minion rubbed her head. With a shaking arm, Madam Zmeya lifted herself up from the gaping hole, fangs shattered, eye swollen.

 “Now will you shoot me with your ray gun?” asked the minion.

 Madam Zmeya face-planted on the ground in response.

#hazbinhotel #rule63 #genderreverse

[loveforpreserumsteve]

End of the Line (Pre-Serum Alpha!Steve and Pregnant Omega!Bucky Modern Bus Trip A/B/O AU)

Four:

It used to take a lot to frighten Bucky. Back when he was a pup, him and Becca always tried to out-scare each other. Making it a game by hiding in a closet or just around the corner and popping out to scream, "Gotcha!" Scaring their alpha mother, Winnie, more than each other, and causing her to affectionately call them little monsters and asking, "Ya tryin' to put me in an early grave?!" While their omega father, George, giggled and playfully threatened, "Do I need to send you off to bubbe and zayde?" Eventually, getting the game banned when they popped out at Mandy, causing her to tumble backwards and crack her head open on the dining room table.

Ghost stories shared in the middle of the night as they camped outside in their backyard in Indiana. Where the stars could always be seen and were more fascinating than any tale of a hooked killer. Screaming in pleasant horror when their freshly-presented alpha brother, Teddy, and his friends would shake their tent late at night, just to mess with them.

Sneaking into Teddy's teenage room to borrow one of his favorite slasher flicks for him and Becca to watch late at night after everyone had fallen asleep. Only to then terrify his twin the following nights by hiding in her closet to pull another, "Gotcha!" out for old time's sake.

All through his adolescence, Bucky never feared anything. Wasn't afraid of running into the bullies who called him a freak for being born with a congenital amputation, the bullies who took his prosthetic to expose the stump that stopped forming in utero where the elbow should've been. Didn't have an issue sticking up for omegas smaller than him and walking them safely home. Absolutely no terror in him when he said goodbye to his alpha twin sister and watched as Becca flew off to New York, leaving him behind with the rest of their family. Not even once wondering if today would be his last day in this world that wasn't safe for an omega.

Until he met Brock.

At 21, Bucky's naivety emboldened him to believe he knew the horrors of the world and could change them. Allowed him to falsely trust one of the worst monsters he couldn't have ever imagined. Encouraged him to ignore red flags as he fell for the one person to ever terrify him to his very core.

In hindsight, Bucky probably should've realized the type of alpha Brock was. But at 21, fresh out of college with an associate's degree in nursing and his first night in the ER, led him to become smitten while helping patching up the handsome alpha. A police officer with a busted lip and a cut in his eyebrow that needed seven stitches, that Bucky assisted with.

"Some alphas just don't know how to handle their tempers," Brock had flirted. Winking the best he could with one swollen eye and an ice pack held above the other.

That was all it took.

Maybe it was because Bucky was lonely -- despite his false assurances to well-meaning family and friends. Perhaps it was because Bucky feared his biological clock was soon to run out. Possibly it was just up to timing, since he was in a celebratory state of mind and everything had been going his way and Brock smelled like fresh spearmint gum popped into the mouth of a hopeful crush in the basement of his parents' house.

Maybe it was all of it. Or none of it.

Not that it mattered now.

It was a fast courtship. Brock sending flowers to Bucky's apartment that made his roommates jealous. Bucky stopping by the police station with a hot meal when Brock was working particularly long hours on a difficult case. It all progressed so smoothly that Bucky was afraid that if he'd pinched himself, he'd wake up.

Although it wasn't a cinematic masterpiece, it was enough to convince Bucky that he'd found his happily ever after. Even if Brock refused to mate him. Claiming that in his line of work, it'd be dangerous. He was looking out for Bucky. Had Bucky's best interest in mind. Then, having their unborn pup's safety as his highest concern.

Of course, when something seemed too good to be true, it usually was.

They had been arguing over moving. Brock claiming that Phoenix would have better opportunities. He'd be able to provide for them better. Bucky pleading to not do this. Not now. He didn't want to leave his home. His friends. His family. Didn't want to leave when their baby would be joining the world soon.

At first, not even understanding that Brock had popped him harshly in the mouth until he tasted blood. Bucky couldn't believe that this man would do something like that. Didn't understand how an alpha could lay hands on the omega carrying their pup. Not believing that the person he fell in love with could be so cruel. Especially not an alpha who dealt with so many cases just like this, and claimed to hate the scum who abused their mates.

Bucky never imagined he'd be in the same position as so many omegas that he cared for in the ER, either.

That night. That first night, was one that still haunted Bucky. How the anger had rolled off Brock, nearly choking Bucky. The fury that burned in the alpha's eyes, and brought forth Bucky's omega instincts to protect his young. The mix of emotions when Brock used the one foolproof tactic he had, and ordered with his Voice that they were moving.

The threats were what cycled through his head more than the alpha commands though. Even years later, he could still hear them all as though they had just been spoken.

"If you don't learn how to not push my buttons, next time will be worse."

"If you don't shut that baby up, I'll give 'em something to cry about."

"Teach these pups some manners, or I will."

"If you ever try to leave, I'll hunt you down and make you watch me kill them before killing you."

Jerking awake, Bucky gasped as though being physically choked. There were no hands on him though. Just a nightmare. Not that that did anything for the distress running through him, causing the fetus inside him to furiously kick at him from the inside.

Gathering his wits, Bucky realized that Noah wasn't on his lap. Wasn't in his arms. Assuming he'd be curled up in the seat beside him with Maisie, Bucky turned to look at the empty seat.

Fear rose up his throat like bile and he quickly turned to look at the rest of the bus. The rest of the empty bus.

Panicking now, Bucky noticed that the bus had stopped. The sun was shining. The passengers were gone. And Bucky immediately pushed himself from his seat.

Holding his abdomen, Bucky waddled down the aisle as quickly as he could. Nearly falling down the steps as he exited the bus. Blinking through the morning sunlight to find they were outside a gas station.

Pushing open the door to the convenience store, Bucky ignored the concerned stares of the customers and employees. Scenting the air to find his pups. The Bucky-pup scent leading him towards the middle of the store.

There, Maisie and Noah were holding onto Steve's pants as he read the nutrition label on the back of a Rice Krispies bar. Immediately, tears started streaming down his face. Tears from relief knowing that his babies were with a responsible, kind, alpha. Relief knowing that they were away from their living nightmare.

Steve's attention snapped from the sticky, sugary treat to Bucky. Eyes wide in his concern as the turned fully to approach the frightened, hormonal omega. Bucky's pups, spotting him, let go of Steve's pants and took off for their father. Instead, choosing to hug Bucky's legs while they stared up at him with a mix of fear and confusion in their eyes as distress tainted their own scents.

"Daddy okay?" Noah asked as tears started filling the grey-blue eyes that he inherited from Bucky.

Nodding, Bucky smoothed his son's brown curls and sincerely reassured, "Daddy's okay, baby. I just had a bad dream."

"Hugs help bad dreams," Maisie repeated, just the way Bucky assured her whenever she woke up from a nightmare.

"They sure do, sweetie," Bucky confirmed, wiping away his daughter's escaped tears with his advanced prosthetic's thumb.

Fresh, crisp green apples caused Bucky to redirect his attention back to the petite blond alpha. A guilty expression was on Steve's handsome face as he apologized, "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you, but the kids were hungry and we all needed to use the restroom, and I --"

"It's okay," Bucky smiled. Sniffling, he wiped his own wet face and sincerely thanked Steve, "I appreciate your help."

Alpha pride bloomed in Steve, stretching out to Bucky and causing Steve's scent to become nearly mouthwatering as he assured, "Next time, I'll wake you."

"Thank you," Bucky softly accepted. To stop himself from staring at Steve, Bucky turned his attention to his children. Looking on either side of his protruding abdomen, Bucky tucked Maisie's wild brown waves behind her tiny ear, and ran his fingers through Noah's curls as he prompted, "You guys are hungry?"

Perking at the hint of content in Bucky's scent and soothing overtones of kind alpha from Steve, Maisie excitedly answered, "Steve found rice krippie bars."

"Rice Krispies," Bucky fondly corrected.

Glancing up at him, Bucky caught Steve shrugging. Sheepishly and with an attractive blush coloring his cheeks, Steve explained, "I'm not sure what young kids eat."

"Krippie yummy, daddy," Noah pleaded, tugging at Bucky's pants.

Bucky wanted to give his babies the world. He had failed them in so much of their young lives already, and it wasn't even that much of an indulgent. So, he caved. Well, half-caved, "You can have them for a snack later."

As though it was the best news they had ever heard, the toddlers cheered and raced the short distance to Steve. Hopping up and down in their attempt to grab the treats from Steve. Briefly, Bucky worried that they might overstep and upset him the way they upset Brock. Thankfully though, Steve simply grinned down at them with a tenderness that tugged at Bucky's heartstrings and earned a kick of approval from the unborn baby.

#end of the line #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #omegaverse #pre-serum steve #alpha steve #amputee bucky #omega bucky #pregnant bucky #mpreg #cross country road trip #bus trip #fleeing an abusive relationship #getting out #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #happy ending #a/b/o dynamics

[toomanyfamdom]

Not all love is physical

Messages for a special girl on a special day. @dannixy

To my chaos twin, 

When I first started on Tumblr, I thought, ‘no one is going to want to talk to me or like me. Shoot why did I do this?’. And that happened for the first few weeks I started. Those weeks were hard, I guess. I followed literally everyone and mostly posted for my own enjoyment. Then, you posted. You posted about some group chat with writers and to not be afraid to ask to join. Me being the lonely sap I was, I took a leap of faith and sent you my username. When the group chat was first formed, I was so scared. You all were so confidant and lovely, and just amazing people that I couldn’t believe were real. I never thought I could live up to the level that everyone set by their writing and personalities. Then I started talking to you, Danni. I have no idea what it was about, all I know is that we clicked. Something told me that you (and everyone else xx) were special and that I could always count on you. And from then on, I knew we were going to be good friends, maybe even family. You made it so easy and comfortable to just let go and be myself. You made me not worry what others thought of me and to just enjoy writing and not compare it to other works. I have only known you and the family for a short period of time, but honestly, it feels like we’ve been together for years. When I was having just an awful day you stepped up, and took control and calmed me down. Not even looking back once and basically dropped everything to help me, and that is truly amazing. I have never met you, which is obvious, but you have a heart of gold. You’re loyal, honest, funny, caring, beautiful, chaotic, a bean, supportive (ahem, POLE), and just anything one could ever wish for. I hope you know how amazing you are. You are my chaotic twin. I love causing trouble with you, ticking off mom (love ya mom xx)(FOR THE POLE FOR THE POLE FOR THE POLE), converting people to our ways (...you know who you are), yelling at random things, bullying each other (stop messing with my spelling man), and just talking nonstop. I know I can always be honest with you and I can definitely be insane with you. 

I heard this song the other day, and I couldn’t help but think of you and the family. Particularly, one lyric. Which was:

“But if only you could see yourself in my eyes. You'd see you shine, you shine”

In everyone’s eyes, and especially mine, you are extraordinary. Don’t you ever forget that, love. 

Happy birthday, you beautiful soul.

All my love, Ayla

Xx @all-my-love-cathy

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Hey you little bean it’s your birthday and I just wanna say how incredibly proud I am of you. You’re like a little sister to me and I couldn't ask for a better person to be called idiot by x

You're always here for me and I know that I can count on you whenever and wherever. I just want you to know how much I appreciate that and love you for that!

You're one incredibly talented, strong, independent and smart gal and I am so so SO proud of you and of the person you’ve become. You might be way younger than me but I believe that there's so much I can learn from you.

Never change!!! (except maybe cut down the gay disaster, but i mean we working on that)

I hope you have the bestestestestetest of days.

All the love and hugs in the universe, you deserve it!!!

Your idiot xx @sarahzarahh

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To Danni, my precious little chaotic bean noodle who I love with all my heart.

So, this is a surprise I’m hoping. I know I once talked about this with Ayla, your fabulous twin, in front of you. But I’m not sure if you thought we were serious. Mom is serious. Dead serious. And it is because I you. I know things haven’t been the easiest, especially these past few weeks. But I want you to know just how amazing you are, as a creator, a TIEF, a writer, a queen, a sister, a bean, a daughter, a friend, and overall a lovely person. Danni, you were the one who asked me to join the group chat, and I have never been happier in my life. You have this amazing way of being able to make others comfortable and elicit the most hilarious and random jokes out of us. You never fail to cheer me up, especially when I am a bi disaster. Or when I am stuck in sad bi hours. And you have proved to me that calling someone an idiot can be affectionate. Even when you and Ayla team up on me (still not buying her a pole btw.) I can’t stop smiling. You add this chaotic and funny spice to my life and I shall eternally love you for that (but please don’t choke on a smartie). You know how to get me motivated and when to joke with me. And you have hilarious reactions to my jokes (I swear you are not actually a disappointment, I love youuuu. [but no pole] ) And you are such an amazing artist, like :0 (you were right, my eye did stop burning.) You are so special and I wish you could see just how much you mean to me. I never made friends who I felt so close with online before! (#I HATE TIME ZONES) And I’m not just complimenting you because it’s your birthday or because I am a hype mom. Danni, I mean it when I say you have impacted me so much. Look, I know I’m a lot, with my zillion ideas, huge word counts, and never ending list of puns, pick up lines, and stories of me being a flailing idiot, but you never once made me feel anything less than loved. So that’s what I want you to feel, always loved. Know that the fam and I will always have your back. You are such a beautiful girl and talented writer who has changed my life and not only helped me find new friends, but a family. Never forget that you have an amazing gift, an ability to make those around you smile. Happy Birthday to one of the Anne Boleyns in the group (even if you deny it), and to the best chaotic bean noodle in the world. I love you Danni. 💚💙💚💙

(P.S. I’m on Newspaper so you know I only spread the truth. :D ;3 )

XO my chaos child, you truly are one of a kind, no category.

Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.

- Maddy the bi disaster hype mom who writes way too much. <3 @thenameisnoone

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Hey Danni! I know I didn’t write as much as the rest but your a beautiful writer! Whenever I check the Parrlyn tag and see that you’ve posted I immediately stop what I’m doing and read the masterpiece! You were one of the first people who spoke to me on Instagram and I couldn’t be more thankful for you doing that! I hope you have the best birthday and stay chaotic!!!! x @politics-notmything

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Danni, 

Hey babes! Keeping this short and sweet. Thanks for making me feel more ancient than I already do, but another year older, another year hopefully wiser. You have been nothing but lovely and wonderful in the short amount of time that I have known you and I am so grateful that I can call you my friend. Have an absolutely wonderful birthday, Danni, and here’s to many, many more! Sending you all the love and light. 

x Allie @little-bit-lost-and-found

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Danni,

I'm not sure what I can say that hasn’t been said already. So I guess I just want to say thank you. I was so anxious when you first added me to the group chat but now I'm so incredibly happy that I took that leap of faith and met this most incredibly family, so thank you for making the chat. Thank you for calling with me all any time (sometimes for over 2 hours), for making sausages with me, for being the test run with my parents, for editing that essay for me (I still ended up crying but itS OKAY), for putting up with me, for listening to my shit, for comforting me, for you (and Ayla) converting (read: corrupting) me, for being a true TIEF and for just being the most amazing friend, sister and person. I hope your day is awesome an you get royally spoilt. I hope this next year is a good one for you and many good things come your way. May you find good relationships, platonic or otherwise and may you be very happy. I LOVE YOU SM WTF

~ your baby-but-not-actually-younger sister, Hannah xx

[tmorriscode]

Companionate

(Ace!Charlie Weasley x Fem!Hufflepuff!MC)

Summary: Charlie Weasley doesn’t see the point in getting worked up over girls. Not when there’s quiddich and looking for that dragon he just knows has got to be hiding in the Forbidden Forest.

That’s ok. You’re too busy looking for the cursed vaults to get too worked up over blokes, anyway.

Or: how two clueless idiots fall in love and then take ten years to figure it out.

The masterpost of all my interconnected imagines is here. 

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companionate - adj: harmoniously suited

1. Charlie Weasley never meant to fall for you. In fourth year when the other blokes were suddenly tongue tied around girls (or boys), he just didn’t see the point of it. After all, there were so many other things that needed his attention.

Like quiddich. Or dragons.

“I wonder if we could play quiddich with dragons?” You asked him one day during care of Magical Creatures. He paused right in the middle of searching for fire crab feed to stare at you.

You have a reputation. The half-mad sister of the mad-as-a-hatter Jacob (Y/L/N). Your bizarre sense of humor and penchant for trouble don’t help.

But Bill says you’re an alright sort, even if you are as obsessed with the cursed vaults as Charlie is with dragons.

But when he thinks on it, adding dragons to quidditch would actually be really brilliant. Even if the match would be extremely short and rather deadly.

“It would certainly make it more exciting,” he says.

He thinks the matter is dropped, until History of Magic, when you pass him a note. It had a set of silly rules for “Dragon Quidditch.”

He falls a little in love with you then.

2. “Oi Weasley! Tell that Hufflepuff spy to shove off!” Billingsley snaps at him.

Charlie shakes the rain off of his quidditch goggles and looks down at the stands. It’s the kind of wet, miserable Scottish winter day where even he doesn’t want to be out. (What was he thinking, scheduling practice tonight?) So he’s surprised to see a lone person sitting there.

Whomever it is huddled under a brolly spell, swaddled in a black-and-gold quilt that was probably filched out of the Hufflepuff dorms.

Charlie lands, shaking off the rain, and is surprised to see you sitting there, a muggle book in your hand. (“King Solomon’s Mines.” Not the same one, he thinks, that you were reading the last time he defended you from Merula.)

Suddenly unsure of himself, he scratches the back of his neck. “Bit cold for outdoor reading, yeah?”

You shrug. “I just needed to get out of my head for a while. There’s nothing to do in the castle, and I was going a bit stir crazy.” Your breath steams in the chilly air.

Charlie realizes that the only time he ever sees you sitting still is when you’re absorbed in one of the cheap muggle paperbacks your Mum sends you. You’re like a perpetual motion machine. It’s as if you’re trying to outrun your demons.

He hopes he never sees a day where they catch you.

He blames it on the cold when he shivers.

“How about I walk you back once practice is over, yeah?” He scuffs his toe on the stands. “You can tell me about this one.”

You raise one eyebrow. “Yeah alright. If you like, you can share the warming charm I put on my blanket.”

“Are you sure?” He asks. “I’m a bit soggy.”

“Sure. Besides,” Your smile turns mischievous, “I know how to sneak into the kitchens. You look like you could be doing with some hot chocolate.”

“Marry me,” Charlie jokes, completely deadpan.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get in line behind my other suitors.” You wave to the empty stands, also completely deadpan.

If Charlie shows off his fancy flying a little more during the rest of practice, no one says anything. After all, as captain, it’s his job to set the right example for the team.

It’s not even like you’re watching, right? You have your book.

And after practice, when you say: “nice flying,” if he stands a little taller, what of it?

3. “Are you thinking of applying for the Ministry’s dragon division after Hogwarts?” You ask him over sandwiches in the great hall.

Charlie doesn’t answer right away, chewing on his dinner as he mulls it over. The ministry would be the obvious choice: His dad works there, and could probably help Charlie get the placement despite the family reputation.

But ministry work, even with dragons, just doesn’t stir his blood like the idea of working with the dragon sanctuary in — “Romania. If I can get on there, I’d like to study the dragons in Romania.”

You look surprised at that. “With the way you go on about your family, I’d have thought you’d want to stay close.”

He nods in understanding. “I love my family, don’t get me wrong. But there’s so many of us. And we’re in each other’s pockets all the time. I’ve been sharing a room with Bill from the moment Mum booted me from the nursery because they needed it for Percy. I just . . .”

You look at him like he’s grown a second head (which would be possible, if one of the twins was pranking him). You’ve been a neglected only-child since your brother vanished. The thought of needing space is as alien to you as the thought of breathing air might be to a fish.

As Charlie wrestles his thoughts into something you might be able to understand, one of the twins flings their mash across the aisle from the Gryffindor table. It lands with a squishy sound in his hair.

He ignores their braying laughter. Getting visibly angry is only letting them win. And why get mad when he can get even?

You have your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide like saucers.

Charlie gives you a lopsided smile. “Sometimes I think it might be nice to love my family from a distance.”

You reach for your wand while twirling the index finger of your other hand in the air to signal for him to turn around. He complies, and you set his hair to rights with a cleaning spell.

“Would it help if we put flobberworms in your brothers’ beds?” You ask once he’s turned back around.

There’s a splattering sound behind him, Charlie throws another look over his shoulder, to find that you’ve cast the shield charm, protecting him from behind. He feels warmed all over from the inside, like the time he and Bill drank a flask of firewhisky out in the shed.

“Any chance That I could take you with me when I go to Romania?” Charlie asks.

4. Charlie puts his head down on the table next to you in the library, hard enough to make a thumping sound. He repeats it a couple times, just to see if any brilliant thoughts shake loose.

Pince shushes him. Although he can’t see it, the old bat probably has a dirty look on her face.

“Alright there?” You run your fingers through his hair.

He lets out an inarticulate sound that could either mean “I really like that, keep doing it,” or “I just cracked my skull open and I’m too tired to scream.”

You pull the tie free from his hair, and card your fingers through the loose red locks.

“Feel free to stop anytime in the next five years or so.” His voice is muffled against the table.

Rowan and Barnaby look up from their study session across the way. Rowan lifts an eyebrow. Off your shrug, they put their heads back together and continue whatever discussion they’ve been having.

“What’s got you so down?” You ask.

He rolls his head to the side so that his cheek is pressed to the wood surface, staring at you while you continue to play with the ends of his hair. “Nothing too earth shaking.” His eyes widen as a new thought occurs to him. “Hey! You’re good at everything you try.”

“Thanks?” You feel your face heating up.

“What would you say to your team if you were a quidditch captain and you had to inspire them to victory?”

You lay your head down on the table, so that you can look him in the eyes.

“Since it’s me, and I’m rubbish at quidditch, my hypothetical team is probably hopeless. So I’d say: ‘Men, we’re going to lose today. But first, we get to kick the absolute bloody hell out of the other team!”

“If I’m ever captain of the Falmouth Falcons, I’ll remember that speech,” Charlie laughs. “So much about you is clear now.”

“Oh really?”

“For one, I know why you prefer dueling.”

“Well, dueling club also has the best uniforms. I mean: I had to polish André’s drool out of my boot leather.”

“It’s nice to know you’re not good at everything,” he says affectionately.

“You can be good at the things I’m not,” you reply. “Then we both have someone to lean on.”

The idea makes him feel like he just drank a pumpkin fizz: all bubbly inside. “Sounds like a deal to me.”

5. You’re not exactly sure when you fell for Charlie Weasley. It just seemed to sneak up on you.

Three years of laughing at the back of his head over his futile attempt to grow his hair each term, only for his mum to cut it all off every summer. Then suddenly he defends you from a bully, and you’re arse-over-teakettle for him.

It makes sense to you that he loves dragons. They say opposites attract. And in your mind, dragons are beings of fire and air. While Charlie is a being of earth and water: steady, calm, cool under pressure, and nurturing. His ready smile, cheeky wit, and good natured enthusiasm hiding the depths of his convictions the way sunlight sparking on the surface of a lake never reveals the water’s depth.

Your whole life, it seemed like everyone was looking to you for something. Mum wanted you to be safe, and hoped you’d find Jacob. Your friends wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing before you led them into danger. That you were confident that you wouldn’t be caught. Even that Gryffindor kid who sat behind you in charms wanted your help tutoring.

But Charlie never asked anything of you. Instead smiling and telling you: “we’ll figure it out.”

We.

For the first time since Jacob disappeared, you didn’t have to be the strong one. It was okay not to have answers. And you didn’t feel so bloody alone.

You think you fell a little in love with him then.

—

A/N:

*I wrote this as an exercise in developing headcanons about Charlie. A lot of what I’ve written helped me develop MC, and her backstory. But I hadn’t given deeper thought to everyone’s favorite dragonologist.

*I’ve decided that:

1. He’s very tactile. He likes to hold hands. Pet his hair like a cat and watch him melt.

2. He’s slower to act and deliberate in his actions (in contrast to many of his siblings with their infamous Weasley tempers). He waited till fourth year to get to know MC. Meanwhile Bill pulled a Molly Weasley and adopted MC on sight.

3. He has depths like a well.

4. He loves just being around his loved ones. They don’t even have to be Interacting. Just sitting together and not talking. If he’s sitting by himself and someone just came into the room because he was there, he’d feel loved. If he has the choice to sit by himself, or in a room where a loved one is, he’ll gravitate to that room.

5. He feels deeply loved when someone takes an interest in him. He’ll go on and on about the things he’s passionate about (dragons, his family, quidditch ). Often to the point that the listener’s eyes will glaze over. If you know as much about dragons as him, it shows that you like him enough to pay attention. He shows how much he cares by really listening to you, even on subjects he cares nothing about.

6. He was only pretending to be happy that Barnaby was along for the forbidden forest adventure. Not only is Barnaby a slytherin, but he’s also not that bright. (Punch a centaur? WTF, Mate?) When Charlie was saying “just follow my lead” I headcanon that he was eye-rolling the whole time.

7. Charlie is also very good at compartmentalizing, which is why he and my MC don’t become an official couple until 5 years post Hogwarts. He’s put her into the friend compartment, assumed that there wasn’t even a compartment for girlfriend. And then one day he found her in a compartment labeled “platonic life partner” and said to himself “I didn’t even know I had one of those.”

*Brolly is British slang for umbrella. So a brolly spell would be that unnamed spell that they used in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. Since they don’t call out an incantation, It hasn’t yet got a canon name.

*King Solomon’s Mines was a Victorian adventure novel that is old enough that it’s probably up on Project Gutenberg. It created the “lost world” genre of pulp novels. The protagonist, Allan Quatermain was the forerunner to Indiana Jones. (The book is also what tv tropes calls “fair for it’s day.” Meaning it has less of the super sketchy great white hunter/yay!Colonialism type attitudes that were baseline for Victorians at the time.) There are several movies based on the book. One staring a young Sharon Stone and Richard Chamberlin doing a bad Indiana Jones impersonation (it came out in 1985, so MC definitely saw it on summer holiday).

In the book, Quatermain is leading an expedition in search of the brother of the expedition’s financier. The missing brother was an explorer searching for King Solomon’s mines. No idea why this book resonated with MC. 🙄

#charlie weasley #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #fanfic #hogwarts mystery headcanon #hphm #hogwarts mystery imagine #long conversations over food #quiddich and dragons

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Familial Ties

Familial Ties Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Pairing: Kidge, Allurance; Confirmed and only kinda shown. Summary: Just some cute interactions between the children of some Paladins; inspired by my belief that Keith and Pidge would raise the most tight-knit kids in the whole wide world. Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.

The whimpering was hard to hear over the rattling of the ship, but Amber still caught it. She peered around at the other kids, doing a quick head-count, then frowned. “Aria,” She sighed to herself, heading over to where she believed the whimpering was coming from. It was the cabinet in the corner, where they normally kept spare blankets and pillows, and it tended to be her go-to hiding spot. She squatted down and gently rapped at the door. “Ari, can you come out from there?” She asked quietly.

“No!” Came the distressed, muffled reply.

“You know she never comes out when Mom and Dad are away in a battle,” Newt chimed from his perch on the couch, dangling halfway over the back.

Amber frowned slightly. It was true that their youngest sibling tended to be on the meeker side; she was easy to startle and hated confrontation. Back when they lived on Earth, it was okay because the most they ever dealt with was nasty bullies. And even then, between Amber and Kaden, bullies were easily dispatched. The current threat they faced, though, were hostile aliens that wanted a hostile takeover; enemies that only their parents could deal with.

Just a week ago, Dad had suffered a nasty injury and been forced to spend a whole day in one of the healing pods. Aria had been nearly inconsolable the entire time he was in there.

She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Alfor attempted to get his younger siblings in line as well. Cori and Paige were fretting over not being allowed out on the control deck, eager to rush out and find some way to help their own parents. Meanwhile, the twins – Ben and Tony – were just as frazzled and scared as Aria seemed to be, the two of them huddled by the couch and speaking in hushed tone to one another. Only Raya, the second oldest of the Altean heirs, seemed to be relatively unfazed; rather than focus on being upset, she had settled to instead start up another argument with Kaden. “Hey, Kaden, Raya, come here,” Amber said, waving her younger brother over as she stood back up.

The two paused in their argument, casting curious glances at one another, before heading over to her. Raya had settled one hand on her hip while Kaden cocked his head at her curiously. “What’s up?” He asked, tensing and wincing when Ben let out an even more distraught wail than his previous few. Raya looked over her shoulder at her younger brother, her façade of being aloof faltering and revealing how concerned she was for him.

“I need you two to do me a favor, okay? I’ve got an idea of how to get everyone settled in, but I need you two to get everyone gathered around the couch. And let Alfor know that he’s gonna be playing along, too,” She advised calmly.

“What should we do about Aria, though?” Raya asked worriedly, her blue and pink eyes swiveling over to the closed cabinet.

Amber glanced over before looking back at them. “Kaden, I know you can find a way to get her out. Give me less than ten minutes and I’ll be back, okay?” She said seriously.

Raya still seemed dubious but Kaden nodded, expression serious. “Got it,” He said, flashing her a quick thumbs up. She smiled and ruffled his hair affectionately before darting off, grateful that they were still extremely close despite a four year age gap.

Normally they weren’t supposed to leave the commons room during a battle unless it was an emergency. The commons was in the dead center of the ship, so it was the safest place for them while there was an attack. Amber figured that just running out for two seconds would be fine, though, so she quickly scampered off to the hanger and looked around. Mom kept tablets in one of the drawers of her desk for each of the kids that had some gaming, education and literacy apps on it. They had all been wired together so that all four of them could access all the apps, as well as any other downloaded or purchased materials. She checked to make sure they had what she wanted, loaded it up on all the tablets, grabbed the little holo-disc and headsets Mom had designed to partner with them, and then scrambled back to the commons room.

When she walked in, Kaden and Raya had managed to get everyone in order like she had requested. Aria was curled up under Newt’s arm on the floor, sniffling and whimpering in distress as the whole area shook. Amber darted over and shoved the tablets at Kaden, Raya and Alfor. “I’ll read the narrations and split half the female characters with Raya. You two, divide up the male characters between yourselves,” She said quickly, then offering them each one of the headbands.

Raya tilted her head curiously. “Are we going to read a story?”

“Yes, now everyone sit down and follow along,” She hissed quietly, shoving the headband on and setting the little holo-disc right in front of the gathering of younger kids. She plopped down on the couch, Kaden and Alfor settling on either side of her. Newt looked at her with a quirked eyebrow but she flashed a reassuring smile before clearing her throat and turning her attention to the tablet in her hands. “’ A half-moon glowed on smooth granite boulders, turning them silver. The silence was broken only by the ripple of water from the swift black river and the whisper of trees in the forest beyond…’” She made sure to speak with fervor, trying to set the mood of the opening battle scene of the book. She felt pride as the younger children ceased their whimpering and turned their attention to her, their interest piqued.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

“How do you think the kids are hanging in?” Lance asked as they headed to the commons room after the battle.

“I’m sure they’re doing fine, Lance,” Allura said, clearly trying to reassure him. Where Allura had faith in confidence in their children, Lance sometimes struggled with remembering that their kids were no longer little tots struggling to string words along.

“Amber and Alfor typically do pretty good at keeping them all calm,” Keith agreed.

“For the most part. Sometimes even they can’t keep them calm, though,” Pidge said, concern sneaking into her tone the closer they got to the room.

All four of them tensed at a thunderous wailing that could only belong to a small group of grade-school aged kids. Lance rushed forward, frantic with concern, only to stop short after entering the room.

“He did it! Rusty beat him!” Ben said excitedly, eyes fixated on the shimmering holographic cats displayed by the holo-disc all the children had crowded around.

“I told you he would!” Newt scoffed with a smug grin, little Aria sitting in his lap facing the whole spectacle with bright eyes.

Paige giggled then perked up, her pink and blue eyes glinting when she spotted her parents. “Mother! Father! You’re back!” She said, darting over eagerly and hugging Lance’s legs tightly.

He smiled and leaned down, running one hand through her short silver locks and beaming at her. “Were you all okay? Are you scared still?” He asked gently.

“We were for a bit, but then Amber started telling us this really cool story!” Ben joined in as he darted over to hug Allura.

“Oh did she?” Pidge asked, a proud smile on her lips as she looked over at her oldest child.

Amber flushed and quickly looked back down at her tablet. “W-Well, I figured, this was what you and Dad did with me when I was little and got nervous,” She mumbled quietly.

“Do you wanna listen, too?” Ben asked, tugging lightly on Allura’s hand.

“Well, what’s the story about?” She giggled, letting her son lead her over to the little clutter they’d formed around the projector.

“It’s a story about this cat named Rusty who wants to become a Warrior and join a Clan!” Tony chimed in eagerly.

Keith smiled as he walked in as well, settling in beside Newt. Immediately Aria clamored from her brother’s lap to Keith’s, snuggling up against him excitedly. “I take it you’re enjoying the story, too?” He mused, smiling over the top of her head at Pidge settling in on Newt’s other side.

She nodded before looking up at her sister with wide, hopeful eyes. “You’ll keep reading, right?” She asked.

Amber smiled and nodded. “We should at least finish the chapter, right?” She teased, looking at the other three older kids. They all nodded and she watched as Allura and Lance settled in as well, huddling up with their other children as well. She then cleared her throat and looked back down at her tablet before declaring, “At once, Bluestar leaped down from the Highrock and silenced the noisy crowd with a thunderous caterwaul…”

#Voltron legendary defender #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #Pidge Gunderson #Keith Kogane #my fics #I'm only tagging the Kidge #Because their family is the primary focus

[floralkittygambler]

Return of The Thing

Sort of. By thing, I mean me. But I love this movie and the meme. Ok, context for this post: - Where I’ve been - Why I left - Whats hip happening -  Where I’ve Been:

Long story short, I’ve had real life matters to deal with. Firstly, my entire household contracted COVID. Well, *almost*. We’ve been through constant testing, quarantine zones, and had the ambulance up numerous times. My parents and 2nd oldest sister were hit the hardest. My 3rd oldest sister was positive and asymptomatic. Now something none of us could predict that I would be completely COVID free despite my compromises. Despite that I was in close contact with them all, including the 2nd oldest who contracted it first and accidentally being coughed on a few times lol. I went through the exact same testing and yet nothing. No symptoms. No presence of COVID. And I took no precaution to isolate from my family as I presumed in our small house we’d all get it, so I was more preoccupied with caring for the sick. Ultimately, I’ve either gotten off scott free this time or there’s a chance I may actually either be highly resistant or even immune. Even then, I WILL be having the vaccine as and when my family are eligible. And we all still follow regulations set.  I’ve also had other real life obligations, much of it either mundane fixing up my living circumstances to more personal matters. Overall, I have been extremely preoccupied.

A mini update, the stray cat Big has been in our porch a lot more in recent times due to the snow as well as being even more affectionate. And Queefster passed away after a good life and a full tummy. Why I Left:

Aside from COVID, business, and my own health declining, I’ll be blunt. I left because of how disgustingly toxic most fandoms are nowadays, but Hazbin is one of the WORST for it. That includes harassment, death threats, mocking MI and triggering an ED. In fact, I’ve even seen others get rape and death threats. So yes, even if YOU are a decent fan, collectively most of you arent doing any favours. Even some critical blogs seem to be overtly catty in ways no one else seems to pick up on under this ‘look how blunt I am’ look and it’s just... You dont have to be a prick to have your say, to be honest and to disagree with the trending. That’s a few on and off of tumblr, and no one I follow anyways. 

In regards to my ‘sensitivities’ - two things: 1) Of course trauma is going to hurt, 2) Im fully aware of kids doing and receiving much of this, which hurts MORE. I have my own lil squids and Im worried of them eventually having to deal with this shit. And no, no one SHOULD have to put up with such rude and poor behaviour. Agree to disagree doesnt live in some people’s realities, but by God harassment and bullying seems ok if YOURE doing it or enticing it. That ISNT ok. Even if it seems like nothing to you it could kill another. I certainly will not take your shit. 

On huskerdust I STAND by my words. It’s fucking creepy and there is sexual harassment and obsession. And there are large triggers. I will not go into detail here because Ive done that dance before and I’ll be refining it again. YOU may like it, however it triggers my very real traumas as well as those in my bloodline. Be respectful and keep that shit away from me. And for goodness sake, parents PLEASE dont raise your children to behave as such online. And no, being anon isnt actually fully anonymous. Also to send hate and threats anon is not only traceable but also cowardice. Grow a pair and find a hobby. I avoid my traumas for the most part. I will not allow you to weaponise or diminish my own or others experiences for your fictional based gratification. Likewise, if it becomes canon, I’ll just make an AU where it is not. Simple. You can hate it but Im not your personal circus so go be toxic elsewhere. IF you like HD and follow me, honestly... Youre probably better to unfollow as I am deeply and passionately against it and stolitz, and valvox, and am very vocal on that. Dont mistake my traumas and discomfort as a personal attack - and dont personally attack me over it either. And before anyone claims homophobia, no. This is nothing to do with sexuality. You arent the victim. If you love these pairings with your soul to the point of a ‘stan’, then youre best off unfollowing because I really am too old for extremists and rabid fans more crazed than the infected in REC. Also I never used to hate angel but now... Fans behaviour is abhorrent and hes so over saturated that I honestly really dislike him now. Doesnt mean you have to hate him too, but just bloody respect that angel isnt loved by all, he can be triggering to some as well as toxically enabling [incl. past addicts], a vile homophobic gay stereotype and just overall a lack of knowledge and respect of sex workers as a whole. When you know a lot of the ins and outs and victims, it’s hard to overlook. I respect your triggering ships by avoiding that mess. Respect others.  The problem with Viv - and I will elaborate in the future - is that your audience is often a reflection of your work and it’s message/presentation. And most of the fandom Ive met are awful. Honestly, though lonesome I find more comfort keeping distant from fandoms because yall often extremely toxic and petty. Perhaps others have had better experiences than I however Im drawing a line in the sand. For MY sake. I’m annoyed with virtually anyone I sense great potential in that becomes wasted. Im angry at Viv because she can do so much better but is blocking HERSELF. This is from a creative and business mindset. When someone has potential that gets wasted - especially creatively - it burns me. Im just passionate on artistic fields. It doesnt mean I hate them. I hate the waste of full potential.

I’ll state things here people disagree with but encouraging harassment, hate or just being an overall cunt just aint on- It’s like people charade as being this fair being but its all bullshit. Self improve and sod off, I do NOT have time to parent you online. 

And obviously there are RL duties I must fulfil. Some in which I will need the publics assistance for if you can spare it. Overall, Im just... Fandoms behaviour generally disgusts me. Disappoints me. We SHOULD be better than this. It’s like listening to bloomin incels rant on fuckin chad or some bullshit pill theory instead of looking to improve themselves too. Honestly... I do mostly acknowledge my own flaws and faults and try to improve each day. It just feels fewer folk see that in themselves and do the same. And that’s coming from an old cunt whos far from fuckin perfect. Also, my fuckin laptop broke so I waited a week for a bloke nearby to fix it. What a fuckin lifesaver, he’s the real mvp!

Also Also, one of you did privately apologise and I appreciate that. I certainly hope we agree to disagree and continue to grow as people on our separate ways. Trust me, I dont forget small acts like this. Even the trauma that caused and the aftermath, please dont think I dont appreciate the apology. However you’re also entitled to know that the forgiveness and healing side may take longer for me due to various factors that occurred - much that few are aware of, including yourself especially. I wish you well and safety.

Hip Happenin Now:

Still busy but slowly visiting. I’ll reply and reblog soon, be patient please. Ive still many things to sort which take priority as well as other things. Im trying to get money n shit for a future and whatnot. Health issues are strong in the blood rn and Im spending extended time with both Big and the other pets to keep up harmony, especially now that Big is accepting slowly that our porch is a welcome shelter for him and he’s free to leave and stay whenever. Trust me, overloaded isnt even the word. Im prepping shit early this year and from now on. Also, my God Ive been dealing with more physical issues as well and had to play doctor. May even need medical interference but holy shit I could never see this coming. Still... It’s... An experience- If you could call it that. Staying more active and healthy. Cat’s nearly clawed my eye out in my sleep (to which I can only presume Billy got too close or hyper) but it’s fortunate placement so Im alright. Most of my body is in pain to the point of absolute normality at this rate. And I plan to make space for a better altar. Future of the Blog: 

Errr, it’s my fuckin space so it’s whatever I want really. Ill still have my Viv rants (ie, pros and cons of her work, HH/HB, other shit like that) however I just really dislike most the fandom at this point as well as the poor management and lack of professionalism and attitudes of staff. It’s just draggin me down and making me ill. I also want to showcase more of MY work (from redesigns to projects to some dumb 2am shit), cosplays, fashion, hobbies, spiritual practises - MY. SHIT. I feel like Ive strayed slightly. But I WILL be honest. And damn well will it upset people. And if it does and I’m genuinely ding something wrong/harmful - guide me patiently. Educate me. If it’s like this HD shit where Im not only allowed my opinions but justified on my traumas or mocking my disabilities or features, then just yeet yourself elsewhere. Also some of my gaming shit too. Getting to know folk who interact with my stuff and just... Create my space. For me. Something hopefully others can enjoy. Something that can function as a bit of an art portfolio as well. Critiques and whatnot.  But I will continually not stand for anyone’s shit or poor handling of serious matters. You will not cause me to doubt and invalidate my experiences like you have to others.  For now, Im tottering but slowly returning. For those who I previously and daily interacted with, I will get back to you. And Im sure you’re patient and understanding of my situation - it’s appreciated. But in terms of any fandom, more so if it’s known to be as hostile, I’d rather keep a healthy boundary between us. That’s for newer folk. Perhaps we may bond further and you’re welcome to try, however I do feel far safer not getting involved into other people’s shit any longer. I will put anon back on but any toxic shit will be reported as well as compiled so at least I have a reference on the actual toxic nature of fandoms. Likewise, Im slowly getting there but god theres a lot of fuckin work. So much that not even my closest friend has heard too much from me until recently. I’ll be returning to the grind for now as I have duties, as well as many demanding felines for my attention. Alongside some physical medical concerns which require additional care, I’ll be popping off now.  Im thankful for those who have checked in on me. I will reply shortly. Take care

#im fucking tired #ive hardly had any alcohol lately as well #ive snuck some though but not as much for unwind time sadly #also discovered sourz alcohol and it is wonderful #i made someone laugh until literal pissing themselves though so #im taking bloody pride in that comedy so

[btsimagifics]

Life With BTS (Chapter 1, Option 2: Head To RM’s Dorm)

The queue in front of her was getting shorter and shorter. While queuing, she was contemplating on the two options of whether she should check in to the hotel first or just straight off head to find her brother. In the end, she decided to choose the latter option.

The amount of nervousness and yet excitement could not stop her from straight away finding her brother in his dorm, After all, it was such a long time since both siblings had met, her brother was busy in Korea training hard as a trainee so he can debut and achieve his lifelong dream, while she continued to stay in New Zealand with their parents, so that she can graduate from her high school.

In no time, she was the next in line and an orange taxi pulled over in front of her. She took off her backpack after opening the rear door, getting in.

“Hello Uncle, to this address please.” She spoke fluently to the taxi driver in her Korean as she showed the driver a piece of paper with her brother’s dorm address written on it before she buckled up her seat belt. The taxi soon drove off, and she looked at the scenery outside the glass pane, the sky was cloudy, and with the temperature outside being less than 20°C, it was a cooling day to arrive in the country.

She press the side button on her phone, the screen lit up and it showed a picture of her and her brother as her lock screen wallpaper. She wanted to message him the news that she was in Korea, but that would have ruin the surprise she had planned out from the start.

Not even her parents persuading her to stay could have stopped her from visiting her brother, that’s how close the both of them are. She checked her wallet to make sure she had everything in check. Identification card of Kim Moonbyul, some cash, her credit cards, everything was there.

As the taxi ride went on, she remembered on the memories when they were just mere young kids, one memory that stood out was when she had come home running from school with tears in her eyes. Heartbroken and shocked, her brother pulled her into a tight and warm hug, upset and mad that someone had made his dear little sister cry.

“What’s wrong Moonie-ah? Did someone bully you in school?” Her brother, whom she had affectionately call Joonie Oppa, held her and asked in the sweet yet protective tone he had always use when talking to her. Looking at him with tears in her eyes and light sniffles, she nodded her head.

“T-The boys in my class were meanies. They took Bunny away from me at the playground during play time and I tried to get her back. But they throw her onto the ground and pushed me, I got a boo boo.” To prove her point, she held her bunny rabbit plush which was soiled with dirt and point to the red scrap on her knees and right elbow.

That was the first time she had ever seen him gotten so angry at anyone. He took out the first aid kit and gently applied the ointment to her scraped wounds, so as to disinfect it before placing band aids on each scrap and making it better with kisses on the band aids.

After that, he carried her back to school, hugging him tightly with occasional light sniffles. The boys who had pushed her were still in the school playground, waiting for their parents to pick them up. Letting out a huff, her brother placed her down on the side bench before angrily storming over to the three boys that had bullied her.

“Yah! How can you bully a young girl? If you want to bully her, get past me first. Don’t ever bully my sister ever again, you got it?” He scolded them in an angry tone that makes volcanos erupt any moment.

The three boys, no courage to stand up to another who was far taller than any of them, could only nod their heads at his order before running away.  

On the side bench, the little girl beamed with pride and happiness, proud of her Oppa who had fend off the bullies for her. She hugged the still soiled bunny rabbit plush in her arms and smiled, telling it softly, “Bunny, we are lucky that we have Joonie Oppa with us. No one can ever bully us again.”

That was the ending of her memory, a soft smile appearing at her lips. Then she remembered a slightly sadder memory. Few years later, her brother had mentioned that he wanted to be an idol in Korea, auditioning and hoping to achieve his dreams. Being such supportive parents like they always were, their parents had no objections to it, happy that he was realising his dream.

Soon, few days later, her brother flew off to Korea, training hard to make his dreams come true.

The memories soon stopped there. About an hour, the taxi pulled over again in front of the building that she had told him to. Paying the fare, she got out after thanking the driver, looking at the building.

Pushing the door, Moonbyul went into the building, pressing the elevator button and waited for the elevator to reach the lift lobby. Ding. Ground floor.

The lift doors opened and the girl with her luggage walked in, pressing the floor number 7. She was too excited, she was going to meet her brother in basically about a couple of minutes. The number display keeps getting higher and higher, and soon, she reached.

She got out and walked to the unit number she had written down on the piece of paper she was holding on to. The apartment wasn’t that far from the lift and she stood in front of the unit.

This is it, she thought to herself. Oppa’s dorm. No doubt it would be messy inside, she figured, considering that he was living with six other males. Heaving a huge gush of breath, she pressed the doorbell, hearing the chime ringing across the apartment.

Just then, she got shocked when a voice suddenly spoke, loud and clear, to her. “Nuguyeyo?” The voice asked. As far as she knows, this voice does not belong to her brother at all, it must have been one of the other members.

“Uhm, Kim Moonbyul imnida. I’m looking for my brother Namjoon.” She spoke back, not sure how the person at the other side can hear her. But soon enough, she heard the door unlocking and came face-to-face with a guy. She looked at the guy and slowly studied his face, the male having a full bright on smile on his face all the time that she felt nearly creep out by it.

“Come on in, and we’ll talk more. It’s cold outside,” he said and let her come in. She went in and made sure to close the door after her, heading to sit on the couch, pulling the luggage and letting it stop at the side of the couch.

Meanwhile, the guy headed to the kitchen and got her a glass of water, handing it to her with a soft smile. “Thank you.” She said politely and took a sip of water, the guy taking a seat across her.

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