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hitchell-mope · 2 years

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(Third film. After “bad guys”. Uma walks into Professor Thatch’s office, ready to ask for a therapy appointment, only to find him talking to a boy about her age, maybe a little older, with long white hair and bright blue eyes)

Uma: oh uh. Sorry. I’ll um. I’ll just. Go. Sorry again.

Milo: Captain, it’s okay. This is my son, Prince Nedahk Thaddeus Preston Thatch of Atlantis

Uma: NTPT. Sounds like a radio station

Ned: you can call me Ned if you like

Uma: then I will. Ned. Um. Prof. Can we. Talk?

Ned: right. Sorry. I won’t take up any more of your time. See you at home dad

Milo: see you there

(Ned leaves the room. Uma watches as he walks away. The Milo clears his throat)

Milo: would you like a seat?

Uma: thanks.

Milo: so what would you like to talk about?

Uma: I let Ben put Harry, Cj and Harriet in the dungeon

Milo: oh?

Uma: they brought it on themselves really. You can only push someone so far until they snap.

Milo: right.

Uma: if it was me I would’ve keelhauled them. Including Harry.

Milo: and you feel like you let Ben take the opportunity from you?

Uma: no. He made the right choice. I’m just wondering if....I have

Milo: pardon?

Uma: is Cj right? Have I changed too much? I don’t feel any different. Except. Less alert. I guess.

Milo: that’s good. It means you feel safe.

Uma: you know what happened to me this past year right?

Milo: I heard. You did what you thought was best for someone you care about

Uma: and now he’s in the dungeon on my say so.

Milo: Uma look at me. You’re brave girl. Who was raised in a situation she was never supposed to be in. And who did whatever she thought was right to get out of it

Uma: I tried to kill the only person who ever wanted help the island. Twice. That’s not what you’d call “right” is it?

Milo: no. But you are changing. The very fact that you’re in this room talking to me about it proves that. You are changing. Repeat that to yourself whenever you think you’re slipping or doubting your current actions. It might help.

Uma: thanks prof

Milo: please. Call me Milo. Reece’s cup?

(Uma gratefully takes the sweet. This is when “I am changing” happens. After the song. Mal is dragging Evie to the ROAR arena. Once Evie’s inside Mal leaves to guard the door)

Evie: no no no no NO YOU EVIL BITCH!!!!

(She turns and sees Hades on the pommel-horse)

Evie: I’m not talking to you. So don’t even try

Hades: you don’t have to talk. But please just listen.

(In the library)

Ben: what do you want belle?

Belle: Gil’s upset

Ben: I’m sorry this is causing him pain but I have absolutely nothing to say to you

Belle: then can you please listen to me as I explain?

(In the grounds)

Facillier: I’m proud of you. It takes a lot of brass to do what you did

Uma: then why do I still feel rotten?

Facillier: because one little therapy session isn’t a quick fix all. Not for people like us

Uma: oh boy. Lemme guess. You’ve got some advice for me?

Facillier: of a sort, yes

Uma (chuckling slightly): alright then

(In the arena)

Evie (rolling her eyes): out with it

(In the library)

Ben (sighing wearily): what’ve you go to say?

(This is when “all I know so far” happens. After the song)

Hades: I mean that. I’m here. No matter what happens. I’m here.

Mal: yeah but. You can’t always be. And I’m fine with that. Really I am. So don’t go making promises not even a God would be able to keep. Mmkay?

Hades: okay.

Mal: now if you’ll excuse me popsy. I have to go punch some sense into my sister

(She leaves)

Hades: try not to kill her please

Mal: no promises

Hades: understood

(Near the communal sitting room Mal gets surprises by the smee twins fixing themselves to her legs)

Mal: hey guys. What’s all this for?

Gil: they want to thank you

Mal: is he here?

Gil: he got in 20 minutes ago

Mal: let’s go see him then

(In the kitchens)

Mal: Mr Smee

Smee (getting up to bow): your highness

Mal: I’m not a highness yet. Even after that. Mal’ll do

Smee: okay then. You can call me William

Mal: sounds like a plan William. Uma’ll be happy to see you.

Smee: I’ll be happy to see her too.

Mal: now I have small favour to ask you

Smee: anything

Mal: could you please pry these two off my legs. The sentiment’s appreciated. But it is a little hard to walk like this

Smee: of course. Boys. I think Mal would like her legs back now don’t you?

(Squeaky and Squirmy reluctantly let go of Mal’s legs)

Mal: so um. I don’t know if you’re aware

Smee: I’ll be fighting. I’ve lived in fear of James for far too long. I need to help put a stop to him.

Mal: well okay then. Say. Boys. Wanna go on a little trip? You do? C’mon then.

(On their way out. Mal summons two drumsticks and bangs on the doors of the suites)

Mal: Vks! Vks! Come one out and fall in! That includes you Quinn so don’t even try hiding!

Celia: what’s happening?

Dizzy: did Ben finally get rid of the tapioca station?

Mal:....he’s working on it.

Dizzy: oh for fucks sake.

(Once on the Green)

Mal: now. Some of you are being evacuated tomorrow

Dizzy: removed against my will

Evie: it’s for your own good Dizzy

Dizzy (indignantly): I can cause more damage with one half of my scissors than she can do with her attitude

Quinn: harsh.

Dizzy: I know. That’s why I said it

Mal (louder): anyway. I thought we could all do one last thing together as a sort of goodbye thing. Does that sound good?

(The Smee twins cheer in a agreement)

Persey: you gonna use the spell?

Mal: eh. Sort of. Now let’s see uh. Uma. Gil You two stand next to Carlos. Jay next to me. Evie next to Jay. Carlos next to Evie. There you go. Now. Everyone one ready?

(The younger children cheer)

Mal: good answer. Now lemme think. Ooh. I know. This may well be/our very last chance/so now we must all/get up and dance.

(This is when “revolting children” happens. After the song. Mal and Persey see two large streams of steam, one grey and one purple, falling from the sky and landing miles away in the north)

Mal: oh no

Persey: that’s not good

Mal: right. Change of plans. Hadie. Persey. Gather every kid in Auradon and take them to their assigned limps now!

Dizzy: WHAT?!?!

Mal: Dizzy. I know. I know it sucks. I know it’s too soon. But you and everyone who’s too young or doesn’t want to fight has leave now. Please. I need you to trust me on this. Do you trust me?

Celia: I trust you

Dizzy:....okay. Fine. I trust you

Mal: thank you. Now get in the limo, your luggage is already in Arendelle and look after the smee twins

Dizzy and Celia: got it.

(As they take the twins away)

Evie: are you gonna tell us what the hell is happening

Mal: it’s been three weeks.

Persey: now we’ve got three days

Evie: you’re shitting me

Mal: no. No I’m not. Uma. With me. We need to talk to Ben.

Anthony: I’m coming with you. There’s something I need to tell him

Carlos: so no one’s gonna tell us what just happened?

Persey: those two streams came from Olympus’s direction. And if God’s are starting to fall

Carlos: it’s bad

Persey: yup

Gil: but what could make a god fall from Olympus?

(Half an hour earlier. On Olympus. Zeus walks into the throne room to find Maleficent on his throne covered in blood)

Zeus: what poor soul did you consume this time?

Maleficent: Matthew Sykes. A sweet child. Only eight years old. Very snide. A son any parent would be proud of. But he failed. And I have no use for failures. Besides. I was hungry.

Zeus: right then. And you’re here because?

Maleficent: long ago you and king Adam LeRoi of Auradon made a contract. You brother and one of his children for your peoples safety from persecution.

Zeus: and what is it to you?

Maleficent: today he signed the contract over to my name. And I have come to collect.

Zeus: what?

Maleficent: I have come to claim you for the war effort.

(The king of the Gods bursts out laughing)

Zeus: pull the other one

Maleficent: oh you think this is a game? Oh my dear, dear man. I am afraid you are not understanding me. You see. You are mine. Adam signed you over to me. And you do not get a choice in the matter

Zeus: my answer remains the same.

Maleficent: so much for the easy way. Now let me remember....oh yes

(She clears her throat and her eyes glow purple. This is when “never enough” happens. After the song. Zeus looks at her in mild confusion)

Zeus: was that it?

Maleficent: yes

Zeus: well it didn’t work.

Maleficent: oh well. Back to basics.

(She shoves her hand into his chest and violently yanks out his heart)

Maleficent: there we go. Now. Let me make this. Quite plain.

(This is when “I’m number one” happens. After the song. Maleficent lands gracefully in a dusty rock face. Zeus, however, has been impaled through the abdomen, on a pointy rock mass)

Maleficent: oohoohoo. What delicious irony this is. A rock once saved your life. And now a rock has brought about your downfall. Funny how things work out is it not?

(Zeus tries to say something but he ends up vomiting blood instead)

Maleficent: shh. Shh. Try not to speak. It will make the process quicker. And you would not want that now would you? Now. Just let me take what I need from you and I shall be on my way.

(She conjures up a phial, fills it with Zeus’s golden blood and teleports away, leaving the fallen god impaled on the rock and slowly dying. Back in Ursula’s restaurant. Adam’s and Ursula are waiting for her)

Ursula: well?

Adam: did you get it?

Maleficent: indeed I did. But you know me. I love to play with my food. Has the princess softened?

Adam: infuriatingly, no

Maleficent (stroking Adam’s left cheek, which he leans into): never fear your majesty. I have one last recourse.

(She snaps her fingers and the room is engulfed in darkness with only Maleficent and Audrey inhabiting it)

Audrey: what. What’s happening?

Maleficent: it is alright your highness. You needn’t worry. You are among friends here

Audrey: blow it out your ass

Maleficent: do you know how I became who I am today

Audrey: you were hatched like it?

Maleficent: oh you are funny. You are a funny, funny girl. No. I am, or was, Persian. I wished to rule my people, the country I loved. They refused me. So. I slaughtered them. I made my way to France. And I have not looked back since.

Audrey: what’s the point in this little anecdote?

Maleficent: I loved my people. And they cast me out. The same has happened to you. Except you cling to it like a rat aboard the titanic. That is what I’m trying to disavow you of. Love.

(This is when “don’t fall in love” happens. After the song. Audrey looks witheringly at Maleficent)

Audrey: do you think I’m an idiot?

Maleficent: for the purpose of this conversation, allow me to answer, No

Audrey: it’s not love. It’s guilt. For some reason Ben and Mal feel guilty for me letting you out last year. But the only guilty one is me. Uma tried to kill me last month. And she was right to. What you’re doing. It’s my fault. It has nothing to do with love. They don’t love me as a friend or a family member. They feel guilty. But I’m the one who’s actually guilty. So if you want to kill me then kill me. But just know that in doing so you’ll be doing your daughter the biggest favour ever

(Maleficent’s speechless. She returns the restaurant to normal. Then drags Ursula into the office)

Maleficent: I have been shaken to my core

Ursula: you didn’t get stabbed again did you?

(Maleficent glares at her)

Ursula: ‘pologies

Maleficent: she used my tactics back on me. It was honestly really very rude.

Ursula: my niece tried to strangle me after I polyp’d my brother

Maleficent: yes but this is different. This is about me.

Ursula: understood. Carry on

Maleficent: these children. They have no respect for the old ways. If it was now how it was back then she would’ve ran and hid at be mere mention of my name. But now. She will not break. It is honestly rather infuriating

(This is when “class” happens. After the song. They leave the office to see Adam arguing with Audrey)

Adam: he would have in time

Audrey: he dreamed about her you stupid prick. There was nothing to be done

Adam: he ruined everything by letting that murder of crows into my beloved project. And you were on my side. You should’ve done something

Audrey: look at his mother. It was as inevitable

Adam: I fixed her. I fixed her

Audrey: you corrupted her. And now she’s better

Adam: oh I can’t do this anymore.

Maleficent: what the hell is going on?

Adam: oh nothing. Just having a chat with my daughter in law

Audrey: it was never gonna happen. Even if Mal was never in the picture. Once he was king he wouldn’t have to listen to you anymore. He would’ve dumped me and got with Lonnie or Jane. And he would’ve been right to.

Adam: a king does what’s right by his subjects

Audrey: and he is. By undoing every single piece of damage you caused.

Adam: I can’t do this anymore. I just. I just can’t. I never should’ve given Ben the crown

(This is when “viva la vida” happens. After the song Adam glowers at Audrey)

Adam: enough stalling. It’s time to end this

(He strides towards Audrey, tears out her heart, making her keel over in pain. He then kneels and hands it to Maleficent)

Adam: for you my lady

(Maleficent takes the offering. Then places her hand under Adam’s chin and guides him back to his feet)

Maleficent (gently stroking Adam’s face): thank you. My king.

(Adam glows green briefly before faint dead away)

Maleficent: now. This is one last warning to those of you who wish to not participate in the upcoming battle. If you back out now. I shall not think any less of you than I already do. But if you fight then flee. No power on earth, Olympus or the underworld will shield you from my wrath. Is that understood?

The rest of the villains: understood

Maleficent: good

(This is when “are you in or out?” happens. After the song. Audrey struggles to her feet)

Audrey: so what now? You gonna kill me?

Maleficent: what good would that do? You are still of use to me. Seize her. Take the table

Audrey: what. What for?

Maleficent: I have your heart. I. Control you now. So now you have no other option except to do whatever I say

Audrey: go to hell.

Maleficent: only in your body my dear. Only in your body

(As Jafar and Hook are strapping Audrey down)

Ursula: how’d ya wanna do this?

Maleficent: it is not a simple spell. I shall require your assistance.

Ursula: my pleasure

(This is when “poor unfortunate souls/I put a spell on you” happens. After the song. Audrey’s eyes snap open. They’re completely and fully pitch black. That night. Back in Auradon. Persey’s outside the Kawena Club. Gil, Freddie and Diego are with them)

Gil: why exactly are we here again?

Persey: we’re all family here. And I haven’t spent a lot of time with you guys.

Gil: no seriously. Why did you bring us here boss?

Persey: can’t a deity just spend some time with their family without being questioned.

Gil: okay. Um. Fred. D. Why don’t you guys head over to Dalmatians Donuts. I don’t think the Dearly’s have evacuated yet. I just need to talk with our mutual relative.

(He walks over to Persey who’s currently trying to force open the locked and barred door)

Gil: spill. C’mon. Out with it

Persey: oh I’m not done. I can’t be done yet

Gil: done? What do you mean by done?

Persey: I made a promise to my mother.

Gil: okay....What promise?

Persey: last month. She made me promise. That when the time came. I would bring dad and Hadie to Olympus. And we’d make dad king of the gods

Gil: and you think that since we just saw a god fall to earth. That that is today.

Persey: or pretty Damn close to it yeah.

Gil: Freddie. Diego. Get back over here. I think Perse needs some coverage. Do you what you need to do.

(Persey uses magic and busts open the door)

Persey: the three of you. Get in now.

(This is when “blow” happens. After the song. The next morning. At the docks. Persey approaches their father)

Persey: we need to talk.

Hades: just need to do these last minute checks

Persey: no dad. Now.

Hades: okay.

Persey: first of all. Where’s Hadie?

Hades: making sure all the evacuation points are in order. What’s this all about? What’s happening? You can tell me

Persey: no. Not. Not until Hadie gets here. Can you summon him?

Hades: no. Not until you tell me what’s gotten you so fucking jumpy.

Persey: no. I can’t go over it twice.

Hades: okay....

Persey: Urgh....

(This is when “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for” happens)

#disney descendants #zendaya!mal

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mylifeinfiction · 5 months

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Nightmares & Dreamscapes by Stephen King

"Perception changes once you get past what's natural, doesn't it?"

I really thought this was never going to end. That's not necessarily a jab at this book, specifically, just at short story collections, in general. I know I say this every time, and I recently vowed to only read short story collections by Stephen King (or maybe Malerman/SGJ?) from now on. But even with him, I find myself struggling to stay interested from one story to the next (even the amazing ones). Add onto that struggle a whopping ~800-pages and the absurd amount of filler, here - It Grows on You, The Fifth Quarter, Dedication, The Beggar and the Diamond & the really good, but incredibly overlong essay Head Down and its companion-piece poem, Brooklyn August (I'm convinced the last three were only included to break 800) - and Nightmares & Dreamscapes damn-near killed me.

Thankfully, however, when it's good, it is REALLY. DAMN. GOOD. The opening story, Dolan's Cadillac, is incredibly satisfying in the execution of its exhaustive detailed and cleverly unforgiving revenge plot. The combo of The Night Flier & Popsy deliver some downright awesome vampiric goodness. You Know They Got a Hell of a Band brings us to a "peculiar little town" that makes you want to visit despite simultaneously giving you a major case of the creeps. And Crouch End brings some terrifying cosmic weirdness, quickly making it my favorite story of the collection. There are more really good/great ones - Sneakers, Umney's Last Case & Rainy Season, especially - but, overall, Nightmares & Dreamscapes's grueling page count and overwhelming amount of filler really knock it down a bunch. Now, if King had kept the killer and cut the filler, this would've been a damn-near perfect ~300-page collection.

7/10

-Timothy Patrick Boyer.

#stephen king #booklr #book review #readers of tumblr #horror books #nightmares and dreamscapes #short story collection #nightmares & dreamscapes #horror fiction #stephen king books #constant reader #short stories #books #reading #fiction #book reviews

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sparkledlollipops · 1 year

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One thought I constantly have is how Parker tells Pops that he isn't homeless, but was abused. Parker goes to bed early the past few nights and is more sadder then usual. Pops asks Parker one night what is wrong, and says "its..nothing. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

Pops makes Parker think that he's asleep with them, but actually stays awake in case something happens, and something does. Parker was yelling in his sleep, shaking and screaming "GET AWAY, JEREMY!!!" Pops then wakes up Parker and Parker gets fed up. This is their convo.

"Im...not homeless. But, it's something on a much more higher scale. I don't want to scare you, Popsie, I-" "Parker, please. I'm 35, I can help you." "...fine. I was abused. By a man named Jeremy Kingsbody Hart. He would rape me in my sleep, brake bottles and yell at me, fight me when he's drunk....I'm just tired. I'm scared of him, Popsie...and I keep on having a feeling he's going to kill me. He..he told me that if I told anyone this, he has ways of finding out...." "What will happen if he does..?" "He's....he's going to kill me. He said it right as I left. Im...I just....."

He then cries into Pops shoulder, yelling and gagging. Pops held Parker tight, hugging him close. He cried for almost 5 hours that night. When he was tired n snubbing, Pops began crying soft tears. "I..didn't know it was this bad, Parker...I just thought you were nervous and didn't know how to socialize." He held his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. "I promise you Parker, no one is going to hurt you no more. I will protect you, even if I get killed. And..if it helps...we can keep this a secret. Because I'm scared that the police will do absolutely jack squat." Later, when they all settled down by watching looney toons (this is when they sort of gave each other hints that they love each other. It was difficult as they both didn't know how to show it), they cuddled, and Pops held Parker close. He was still snubbing, and didn't think he could go to sleep. So then, Pops sang a quiet lullaby he got from his father, lulling Parker to sleep. Finally Pops gave him a goodnight kiss on the forehead, grabbing him even closer. "Good night..my lovely Willington."

This fanfic, if turned into a book and approved by J.G Quintel, was supposed to bring awareness about abuse and PTSD, as most fanfics and books tend to show the little parts everyone knows, when there is so much to it. A whole spectrum, basically. While I may not have PTSD, I have been groomed and physically touched by patients and some staff at the pinnacle point mental hospital here in Arkansas, and I'm tired of people romanticizing abuse as a "cute and quirky!!! UwU" type shit.

And once turned into a book, it will be released in October, as that is National Domestic Abuse Awareness month.

I hope, maybe some day, I will bring a new generation of teens and young adults back to Regular Show as it did for me.

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imperfectercell · 2 years

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time for another oc dump post bc i love them <3

#dbz #artstuff #dbz oc #mandolin #syrup #tempar #begah #cell #grendine #tw gore #tw blood #ask me to tag for that mandolin fucked up one idk how to tag it exactly #also bell is the closest i have to a sona. its meant to be killed #cello #popsi #if u wanna know more about anyone... simply ask me heart smile #syrolin

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twinkleallnight · 3 years

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Book: The Royal Romance AU

Characters: Liam, Olivia and the kids.

Word count: 934

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry except Rhea, Fabian, Jane, Ryan, Myra, Noah.

Rating: Mature

Prompt: Features day 7 of TRR Appreciation Week hosted by @trraw

Link to the Series here.

"Once upon a time when I was a young boy like you all, my parents took me to Lythikos"

Liam looked at his little audience from his white wingback chair.

Two little ones were sprawled on the carpet propping their faces on their palms. One was seated with utmost sophistication on the sofa to his right. Two sat cross legged near his feet looking in awe at him as both of them were meeting royalty for the first time. The other two sat on small pouffé. All the children surrounded him to know his ideas about the event.

They had all gathered at the palace to celebrate the festival of five kingdoms.

Rhea spoke first, "Li-thi-cos?"

"You know you are here for the festival of five kingdoms? Cordonia is made up from five old kingdoms of Stormholt, Abanthus, Fydoria, Bellemere and Ebrimel. Abanthus is modern day Lythikos."

Myra who sat on a small pouffé to his left, spoke in astonishment. "Thosje are veeeery big words. Bigger than what my Bampás ujes."

Liam laughed at the little princess and pulled her cheek. "So, I met your aunt Olivia for the first time there. We became very good friends and so Lythikos became my second favourite place after my home at this palace."

Liam looked down at one of the girls sitting cross legged near his feet. "Jane, your Papa and aunt Olivia were best friends as we grew up. He has been my best friend too."

Fabian sheepishly added, "But mother said they fought a lot."

"That they did. But they cared for each other too." Liam smiled. "Ryan, your popsie would drop in at the palace to play with us and Myra your Bampás was the one who pranked all of us."

Jane raised her hand to question. Liam chuckled at her action, "Yes sweetpea?"

She looked around and then spoke with hesitation. "Why is aunt Olivia's child not here?" She wished to befriend that kid.

Liam shrugged."She never had children. She grew up to be a fierce warrior and tamed a wolf."

"Wow!" Noah exclaimed.

"So, you see all of us grew up together and then we each took up our jobs at the palace. We all worked hard to make this place better. And then ten years ago we got together, just like today, to celebrate this festival. That was the first time we faced our enemies as one big team."

Noah spoke in excitement. "I know. Pa told me about the ass-ass-in who attacked my Mama and Pa and tried to kill the king."

The other children gasped in shock, all turning their heads to Noah.

"You are right Noah. There was an assassination attempt" Liam gestured to all the children, "and each one of your parents faced it with equal bravery and courage." He felt an adrenaline rush as he narrated, "Aunt Olivia was the fiercest of us all. She fought with knives and daggers that she had hid in her dress for security reasons."

Rhea was mesmerised, " I wish she would give me training. I would love to be like her." Liam grinned, "Your Mommy said the same thing to her. Riley spent most of her time with Olivia when she visited Cordonia a decade ago."

Fabian looked at his father expectantly, "We won the battle. Right father?"

"Yes we did." He said remorsefully.

Myra was not satisfied. ""If it means winning and celebration, why were Ma and Bampás meeting their friends with such sad happy faces and not happy happy faces?"

Liam spoke with a heavy heart. "Because few of our soldiers were lost in the battle. There were people who died. And we lost Aunt Olivia when she succumbed to her injuries after two days."

"No." Myra covered her mouth in shock. Liam picked her and sat her in his lap, patting and soothing her. Fabian reached out to his father and rested his hand on Liam's shoulder. One by one all the kids got up and they all came into a group hug with the king.

The doors to the study opened after sometime and the king of Cordonia stepped out with his army of little ones. Their eyes were red but their heads held high with pride. They walked out to the royal gardens where arrangements were made for the ceremony. The parents watched their young ones line up quietly next to them. The elders exchanged looks with Liam and they knew that the kids knew.

Bertrand took the centre stage and started his speech. "People of Cordonia, today, as we conglomerate here for celebration, let's not forget the ones who laid their lives for the freedom of our land from the enemies."

He looked at Liam. "On the decenary anniversary of the fateful day, I request our king to unveil the statue of victory at the royal gardens now."

People turned to see Liam walk up to a monument covered with white satin sheets. As he unveiled it, there was a loud applause. Olivia's life size figure stood in a charging position along with three other soldiers each facing in different directions. Beneath the brass statue were the words etched, "Guardians of the realm."

The children stepped ahead to pay their tribute to their aunt, who would have been, with wreaths. They went back to stand with their parents.

Drake and Liam hugged each other with moist eyes remembering their friend. As the official ceremony was concluded, the gang (as they loved to call themselves), headed to the hedge maze for a quiet luncheon. They were indeed now a big peaceful Cordonian family.

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A/N: Thank you all for the walk with me through this fluff-angst series and leaving lovely comments and the reblogging. I am open to write drabble for this series on prompts. So go ahead and DM or send an Ask.

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a-hazbin-spider · 2 years

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[ mm i am the curious 🤓 ]

My Muse’s Honest Reaction to Yours!:

“Wassup, Vags? Did ya need somethin? Because if this is about the box of popsies-”

Does my muse trust yours?: Oddly enough, he does! Like with his unconscious body, and not to sell him out. She’s reliable if nothing else.

Does my muse dislike yours?: He doesn’t actually! He’s a little difficult and stuff, usually needing his persona. But, he doesn’t hate her or anything! She’s not all bad!

Would my muse kill someone for yours?: He totally would. If he’s willin to hold her back from trying to kill a radio demon, he’s willin to do something he’s good at for her too!

Would my muse kill your muse?: Probably not, I mean, he probably has those moments where he thinks “Aw shit, she’s totally gonna kill me”, but even if he’s pissed, he generally doesn’t wanna hurt her.

Would my muse save yours?: Yeh! He would! Probably goes along with the killing thing too. That and, he’s oddly willing to sacrifice. She’s grown on him.

Does my muse find your muse attractive?: He thinks she’s attractive, yeah! Never thought of her as freaky or anything! He might have a little inspired Drag piece.

Is my muse disgusted by yours?: Nah. But he’s got a sneaking suspicion she’s disgusted by him.

would my muse go on a date with your muse?: Not really his thing, but, hey, guess if she offered to take him somewhere he wouldn’t say no! But he wouldn’t think it was a date.

would my muse kiss yours?: probably! Give her an obnoxious noisy smooch on her cheek as either a cheering up, or a playful “thanks” like a fuckin dumbass.

would my muse betray yours?: Hm. He already feels it’s betrayal having kept a secret like that. But. No. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything unless it was somehow forced.

my muse's favorite thing about yours is: Her devotion! Or her being off her guard and bein smiley! It’s real sweet!

the thing my muse dislikes about yours is: The fact that he’s sometimes afraid of her? He can play it off, but he’s certain those raised fists might get him one day. Or- well he didn’t like her nagging, but it’s part of her job description. C’est la vie.

#hazbin rp #hazbin hotel rp #work shit: ask box #thanks for your patronage: answered #the ball rolled back!: reply #angel dust; y’know from tv?#vaggie: my favorite moth

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Hidden Hazbin Sins

NOT FOR KIDS! NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.

For many of the residents in Hell, it was an average day of chaos, murder, sex, drugs, and drama. Poverty-stricken demons smuggled food from dumpsters while others snuck into darkened stores. More disturbingly, other demons even resorted to cannibalism on unlucky citizens who had been killed in gang fights, run over, or stabbed to death by Exterminator harpoons.

The Happy (Hazbin) Hotel seemed to be running fairly smoothly with the addition of the clean-freak cyclops demon Niffty and even the indifferent gambling alcoholic Husk. Charlie, the blond-haired demon princess, stood outside wearing a red bellhop uniform complete with gold buttons, gold threads hanging around the brim of her small red hat and a ruby apple necklace around her neck. Her face was white, eyes yellow, and red blushes were off to the sides of her face. She remembered a week ago when the hotel first opened, cutting a tied up red piece of ribbon with a large pair of scissors, the crowd clapping half-heartedly. Currently, she was holding the door for a line of demons waiting to get in.

“Welcome to the Happy Hotel!” said the princess cheerfully. Razzle and Dazzle were busy lifting up luggage and placing them on a rolling cart to go up into the elevator. Though many of the demons rolled their eyes and snarled at Charlie, she kept up her positive demeanor.

Inside, a banner hung over a front desk with several colorful balloons and streamers off to the sides.

“No more sin, share a big grin!” Charlie recited her motto. “Vaggie will check you in and get you situated at the front desk.”

She mentioned to her moth demon friend, who saw her and blushed with a small smile, blowing her a quick kiss. Vaggie turned to a light blue dragon in the front.

“I have a reservation for a room with a balcony,” the dragon said, his wings folded. He showed her his cell phone in his claw which showed the order he had made online.

Vaggie looked it over and nodded. “Two nights here, room 666, with a cost of…”

Charlie looked over at Vaggie. “They don’t have to pay any souls. This place is free for the first one hundred customers!”

“What?!” Vaggie exclaimed in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Because I just came up with it today,” she explained. “If we are to encourage demons to come here to get better, why not make it free for them?”

“Your Dad won’t be happy about that.”

“I know. But it’s my hotel, and I might as well leave a friendly impression.”

“Move it, bitch,” scoffed a green snake-like demon with a pink dress and dark green hair who shoved Charlie aside with her hand. Charlie’s eyes glowed red for a second, but she took a deep breath. Vaggie pointed her harpoon weapon at the snake lady and glared. Heeding her warning, the snake huffed, flipped back her straggly green hair and moved on to her room.

Charlie shrugged, as she continued to hold the door. “It’s a start, right?”

Vaggie sighed and continued with her next customer, a werewolf. “Room 66 is currently occupied. 63 is available if you’d like to stay on that floor.”

Dazzle flew into the room, lifted down one of many old fashioned blood-stained key and placed it on the desk.

Vaggie handed the key to the brown furry demon. “The bar is over down the hall to your left. Charlie’s Fun and Games event will start at 7:00pm in the dance room. Ring your room bell and Niffty will fetch you breakfast in the morning. If you have any questions, just ask me or Charlie.”

“I have a question,” said a familiar sounding voice as the werewolf left for his room. The white spider demon Angel Dust strutted up to the desk, with his usual white and pink striped outfit on and pink gloves on four of his hands.

“One second,” Vaggie said. She turned to him. “What, Angel?” Vaggie deadpanned.

“Do you know where the drug vending machine is here? I want some Angel Dust and I’m getting tired of those purple popsies to be honest.”

“What’s in a name!” someone commented from in the line.

Vaggie crossed her arms. “No drugs are allowed here. It’s problematic enough that alcohol is being served here. We don’t need any more of your ideas. I’m busy here!”

Angel continued, “What we also need is a stage with new poles for dancing on. Italian electro music, and a secret strip club in the basement! Man, that’d be the shit!”

A black dinosaur-like demon growled at Angel. “Go fuck yourself, slut.”

Angel just grinned widely. “Only if you watch me, hot stuff.”

“Get out!” Vaggie bellowed, pointing toward the door.

“Oh well,” Angel shrugged. “Time to make some moves on Husk. It’s so easy to warm up to him when he’s drunk…”

Angel happily scurried away while Vaggie face-palmed. “Someone kill me a second time,” she muttered out loud.

“Can I do it?” asked the snake demon, who peered out of her room.

“No!” Charlie and Vaggie yelled at the same time, startling the snake who ducked back into her room. Charlie and Vaggie laughed from across the room. Almost losing hold of the door, Charlie grabbed onto the handle again, smiling back at the visitors.

Later on that evening, the bar was packed full of demons scattered around in every direction. A group of dragons were sitting together, enjoying flaming spirits of liquor that Husk had brought to them. A family of red imps were playing cards over by a booth. Only a group of doll demons seemed to enjoy the rainbow decorated karaoke section that Charlie had set up. They sang at the top of their lungs and danced in a circle.

“See? They’re getting it!” Charlie smiled, sitting next to Vaggie. Vaggie let out a small smile. “Well, I’m impressed, Charlie. Maybe your idea will be successful in the long run.”

Charlie brushed Vaggie’s long white hair from her light gray face, careful not to touch the pink X over her friend’s eye. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Angel Dust giggled under his breath nearby and began to do a slutty dance on a table.

“Anyone have a lampshade I could use?”

A random one hit him in the face. “Thanks, dick!” he called putting it over his head.

“Wow, he remembered my name,” smiled a blushing Dick, an orange-faced demon with an elongated forehead shaped like…

“Will you cut that out?” Husk hissed as he glanced at Angel shaking his butt as the demons laughed and jeered.

“You like that?” he asked, hearing Husk’s voice. “I figured you would, deep down.”

“Son of a crackhead,” Husk muttered.

“Heard that, cat in the hat! Sadly, it’s true, though.”

The two girlfriends relaxed as the demons chatted (and fought) among themselves. Husk drank more booze behind the counter in several gulps. Niffty scurried to dust off cobwebs, mop the floors, and carry any remaining luggage to the room or outside.

Charlie stared at the nearby stage, the microphone vacant.

“Say…has anyone seen Alastor?”

“Nope, not me,” replied Angel, still dancing with the lampshade on his head. “Then again, I can’t see much of anything.”

“Take that damn thing off!” said Vaggie. “It’s unprofessional!”

“Sorry, tots, can’t hear you over the sound of how sexy I am!” he replied.

“Not me,” Vaggie said.

“Nor me,” said Husk. “Thank Lucifer. That radio punk was getting on my last nerves. Glad I don’t have to hear any more dad jokes tonight.”

“But he always comes on Fridays and the weekend,” Charlie says. “And it’s a new moon on Earth, I think. He always comes up with new tricks to share with us during that time.”

“When’d you get into that stuff?” Husk asked.

“Human studies,” Charlie replied. “Oh what it could mean to be a human for the first time…”

“It’s a shithole if you ask me,” Husk replied. “Lost chances, war, depression, the whole nine yards.”

“Or life can be good,” said Vaggie, “Until, you get…assaulted by a bunch of masculine pigs.”

An old pig demon oinked at her in anger and slurped up a mud smoothie.

“Heh, no offence?”

“It’s alright, Vaggie,” said Charlie. “Perhaps when we go to Heaven, we’ll learn more about all kinds of people.”

“I can’t hear you,” Vaggie mentioned.

Charlie snapped her fingers and the noise in the bar dulled own to a fading hum. The spell would last for several minutes. For now, it was just Vaggie and Charlie talking in the crowded room, no one else noticing.

“You’re the daughter of the devil and a seducing being,” Vaggie pointed out. “You may not ever get redeemed.”

“But how do we know?” Charlie asked. “Think about it. My dad got sent down from Heaven for going to the dark side. There has to be a way for demons to rise up from Hell! There’s like two sides of a large coin.”

“You’re forgetting Earth and tons of other places,” Vaggie said. “Even if that would be the case, how good would we have to be to get sent to Heaven or even back to Earth?”

“Perhaps by showing more…humanity.” Charlie said, wistfully.

“Ugh, not this again.” Vaggie leaned closer and spoke in a low voice. “Look. I’m willing to be open minded about the possibility of Heaven existing. It’s something I learned about in my life, after all. But to think these demons have some connection to humans…”

Charlie cut her off, lowing her hands sideways slightly in a downward motion to make her point. “They not only used to be souls…they are still souls! Deep down, as long as they’re somewhat alive, they retain some amount of their human characteristics from their past lives!”

“Not fuckin’ buying it.”

“Vaggie, it only makes sense. I’ve seen it for myself when my family showed me the Purge. They briefly showed their human forms before they were killed. This proves that they aren’t true monsters. They need help. They need love, just like everyone else. Dad and Mom don’t want to believe it, but…I have a feeling they also know it to be true.”

Charlie continued, changing the topic into something more light-hearted. “Perhaps Heaven has animal-like bipedal creatures as well, but nicer and fluffier! Maybe with angel wings. Humans and animals are everywhere, within many angels and demons!”

Vaggie held on firmly to Charlie’s shoulders, and stared her straight in the eye, raising her voice slightly more toward a normal tone. “Charlie, listen to me. I, too, have…seen things. Earth, Heaven, Hell…they’re all different. From what I heard, angels belong in Heaven and demons belong in Hell. The evil humans come down here, already dead. Living humans belong on Earth. That’s just the way it works.”

Something in Vaggie’s eyes told Charlie that her friend wasn’t entirely convinced of her own spoken words.

“Swear on your afterlife…for your own safety and sanity, you will not tell anyone else about this.”

Charlie looked around, eyes wide. “Do you think…some demons will want to take advantage of me and…my position as heir?”

“Finally out of your childhood comfort zone,” Vaggie mentioned with a solemn nod. “Please, Charlie. I will do whatever I can to help you redeem these sinners. But, promise me, you will be smart and always watch your back. You can’t trust everyone.” Vaggie stared at her scarred chest and put a hand up to her eye. “I learned that lesson the hard way.”

Charlie’s soundproof spell had ended, and the noise of the bar came back in full force.

“Ya girls done?” Angel asked, white hair frazzled from dancing and wearing the lampshade.

“Yep,” said Charlie. “Anything you need?”

“Other than a whiff of coke and a thrill of a fight, I’m good.” He picked up a cherry from a drink and sucked on it.

“Time to go see Cherri Bomb. She’s making actual cherry bombs for our next turf attack! Catch you guys later!” He winked and swaggered out of the room.

“Why did you bring him here, again?” Vaggie asked with a sigh.

Charlie answered. “He was clean for two weeks, and now…well, I’m going to give him another chance. It’s the only thing to do.”

“Whatever you say,” Vaggie answered. She held on gently to Charlie’s hand and the princess squeezed back affectionately.

“But seriously, though…where is Alastor?” Charlie asked, more to herself, looking back at the stage. “He was a big help to starting the hotel and it was fun dancing with him.”

“I swear I’ll gut him if he ever makes a move on you again,” Vaggie seethed. “Let’s forget about that cocky bastard and enjoy ourselves.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Charlie smiled. “But I have faith that he’ll change for the better. You’ll see.”

The red neon Pentagram symbol in the sky was the only thing that lit up the time that was considered night time. Though the sky was constantly red, the demons still kept track of time in their afterlives, despite the fact that such a concept may not exist outside of Earth. The one thing that died harder than any sinner was old human habits.

Two small imp-like demons by the names of Tee and Vee wondered around in the shadows, Tee holding a small black cell phone. Tee was short, fat and dark purple in color, while Vee was thin and red. Both had horns, clawed feet and hands as well as small pointed tails. Both were wearing black suits with blue Wi-Fi logos on them. They were mini mercenaries and spies hired by none other than Vox, the TV demon. On this night, they were sent on another one of their missions.

They spoke in New York accents or perhaps Australian accents. It was hard to tell because they talked so fast.

“Another night, another dollar,” Tee said. He reached for a small arrow and threw it at an unsuspecting ogre. The beast roared as the arrow exploded against his foot. The ogre fell to the ground and Tee jumped up toward his face. In one swift motion, mid jump, he got out a spear from his utility belt and stabbed it right though the ogre’s large yellow right eye. Vee stepped in to finish the job, finally ending the monster’s agonized yells.

The duo had their gruesome eye kabab snack on a spear as they walked along.

“Need at least 66 kills tonight,” said Tee. “That should be doable.”

“But remember what Vox really wants,” Vee reminded him. “A chance to overthrow his rival overlords. Just think, we’ll be internet stars after we help Vox conjure Hell!”

Tee elbowed him sharply. “He will get all the credit, jackass, not us. We’re just doing this ‘cause we have no choice.”

“Oh, don’t be so glum, bum,” Vee said. “Though yours is quite big.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me. Anyway, we’ll still be recognized in some form. Perhaps he’ll be especially pleased with us and beckon us over to his bedroom…”

Tee shook his head, clenching his purple fists. “All Vox does is take selfies with Velvet and talk dirty to Valentino on the phone. He gets the good life, while we’re out here doing his dirty work.”

“Makes it easier on him,” Vee said. “He’s busy making plans, after all. You know about the New World Order? Project Mech Tech? Several secret plans of his involving keeping everyone glued to their screens. Brainwashing, propaganda, convincing ads. It’s already just as powerful as it is in the human world. ‘Xept down here, Vox can bend others to his will.”

“Like…us?”

“Those who are either sheep or foolhardy enough to stand up to him.”

“But they’re demons, not sheep.”

“Tee, you retarded, ass!” He punched his college in the face and the two demons rolled down the street in a snowball spiraling brawl.

They yelled and grabbed onto each other’s tails, biting and screeching insults.

“Tee, pee!”

“Bum, scum!”

“Gas ass!”

“Slut, mutt!”

Nearby, a smoking female hellhound barked in disapproval.

“Butt…what?”

Vee stopped and stared straight ahead.

“Coward, what’s your pro…” Tee began, before noticing the direction the orange demon was looking toward.

“…blem?”

They stood up and saw a long black alleyway in front of them. The ground was littered with broken glass, cigarette butts, and the occasional skull here and there. Graffiti was spray-painted on the brick walls in various colors of red, blue, yellow, and green. They were mostly expletive words, nude women, and crying demon stick figures surrounded by flames. Further up above, someone had spray painted a rainbow with sun rays coming out from it. A foul scent of garbage and rotten flesh permeated the space.

Vee peered into the darkness and heard the faint sound of footsteps and humming. A distinct feel of…electricity? ... hiding among the shadows.

Tee shuddered, holding up his clawed hands. “No, no, no, no, I ain’t goin’ in there.”

“I sense a powerful presence,” Vee stated. “If we don’t take a risk, who will? Besides, if we don’t show up with some special report this time, Vox will have our heads.”

“He…wouldn’t…right?”

Vee grabbed onto Tee’s plump arm. “Just come on!”

“Okay…whoa, slow down,” he called as he was dragged along.

They slowed their pace as they reached the cracked dead end. The path turned off to the left, ending in another wider dead end further away. The walls were on either side of both paths with no windows or doors. Well…save for an old wooden door that was behind a pair of old curtains made from circus tent flaps.

A silhouette of a demon stood in front of the door, drawing a pentagram symbol in the air. A little golden keyhole appeared to the right and a matching old-fashioned key was pulled out from a pocket. The key went in and the door opened with a slow creek.

“Let’s go,” Vee whispered. They followed the figure not too far behind from the door.

They continued walking, occasionally glancing up at the red sky above them. The eerie silence was soon replaced with humming from the demon in front of them. It sounded distinctly male and appeared to be a jolly tune. Vee couldn’t quite name the song the man was singing, but it made him feel strangely at ease. It reminded him of those songs he heard at the circus or at musicals he attended with his parents. Not that it mattered now, since his parents were dead due to the so called “angels.” Tee on the other hand, was quivering, his legs itching to race right out of there.

“Come on, man,” Tee whispered. “Let’s kill this demon and leave.”

Vee let out a silent gasp and tapped Tee on the shoulder. “Look.”

They both stopped as the figure’s footsteps ceased further ahead.

For a moment, all was dark and quiet.

A snap of fingers was heard and five white candles were lit up at the same time. They were at the end of the alleyway, this time surrounded by circular concrete walls. The man was standing in the center of a crimson pentagram surrounded by a red circle that was drawn on the ground, taking up most of the space. The white candles glowed with yellow light at the ends of the five points.

“Whoa, is that who I think it is?” whispered Tee, so low that he could barely be heard. He held up his phone and started to record.

The figure was revealed in the candlelight: a slender man wearing a tattered pinstriped red dress coat, trailing along slightly behind him. Dark shoes with red deer hoof-prints on the bottom soles. Red and black fur upon his head with large furry deer-like ears with black tips. Small dark antlers sticking out from between his ears. Thin neck and slander arms and legs. A vintage microphone staff stood in his right hand.

“Yes,” Vee said in a hushed tone. “The Radio Demon.”

Alastor walked over to a large deer skull stained with blood, antlers still intact. The trophy was attached to the wall via an old wooden plaque. He walked over and slowly knocked on the bone forehead seven times. It was a “shave and a haircut” sounding knock.

The Radio Demon stepped back as the skull’s slanted eyes glowed red. A scroll dropped out from its mouth but with a wave of his hand, it vanished. A spiral symbol in the center of the pentagram lit up: a universal symbol for a portal. The demon hummed some more.

With Tee still recording, Vee excitedly reached for his phone. He had to alert Vox. At last, the duo would be getting their big break…and a hefty sum of souls for their night’s work.

He began to rapidly text, his phone set to silent, the brightness of the screen turned as low as possible:

Vee: “Lord Vox, it’s V, T of 19:29. Radio Demon’s hideout found. Located at west end of…”

“A-CHOO!”

Tee sneezed out loud into his arm, phone in his other hand. The Radio Demon’s ears twitched at the noise. The humming stopped. The candles went out.

Tee and Vee rammed their backs against the nearest wall, not daring to move or even breathe. They heard the shuffling of feet, and the subtle sound of the microphone staff moving slightly side to side.

For an entire minute, nobody made a sound. Vee turned to Tee and both of them moved their eyes toward the other direction. Vee held up three fingers then mimicked tiptoeing side-ways. Getting the message, Tee followed Vee, shuffling three quiet steps to the right. After ten seconds, they moved again. Tee still recorded with a shaky hand in the dark, while Vee was careful not to drop his phone.

Vee pointed toward the exit and Tee nodded. Vee began to tip-toe from the wall, inch by inch making his way toward the open wooden door.

A slow creaking sound made then briefly freeze. For some reason, the door wasn’t moving.

A chilling sensation crept to the backs of the demon’s necks. Both of them turned back to look through the darkness.

But the only lights they saw in the distance were the glowing red radio dials in the Radio Demon’s two eyes. The creaking sound was, in fact, the demon’s head slowly turning backward to stare right at the terrified faces of Tee and Vee.

SLAM!

The wooden door whammed shut, causing Tee and Vee to jump and yelp.

The world turned into a psychedelic mess of vibrant colors. Reds, blues, and greens morphed together in the sky and along the walls. Shadows of deer heads dripping blood danced along a red-lit wall like shadow puppets.

“Open the door!” Vee cried, punching against the wood, which was now colored a strange yellow.

“There’s no handle!” Tee replied, kicking at it in vain.

“Ack! I’m blue!” said Vee, staring at his light blue body in the strange light.

“I think you’re seeing red!” Tee replied, failing to notice his fat crimson body.

Vee grabbed daggers and bomb arrows and threw them rapidly in front of him. The Radio Demon dodged them all and merged into the shadowy ground.

“He’s…gone?” Tee asked, looking through his phone camera.

Vee held on tight his phone and glanced back at the texts, finger hovering over the “send” button.

The red dial-eyes emerged right in front of their faces, rows of sharp yellow teeth appearing below. Though the sudden loud radio static that filled their ears, Tee and Vee screamed. A voodoo spirit shaped like a black lizard with white eyes snatched the phone from Vee’s hand, dropping it by Alastor’s left foot before scurrying off. He brought down his pointed shoe and crushed the device to pieces, sparks flying, screen cracked. The remainder of the pieces burst into flames and vanished.

Before Vee could blink, two black tentacles sprouted rapidly from holes in the ground and latched themselves onto the demon’s arms, pinning them back. He struggled to escape, but they were wrapped too tightly.

Tee was running as fast as his little legs could carry him, the camera phone shaking with every step. He put the phone in his pocket, ran up to the wall, jumped, and grabbed onto a small branch sticking out from a hole in the worn down concrete. Knowing the branch could break at any moment, he frantically searched around for another handhold.

A-ha!

Up off slightly to the right, was a crack large enough for him to dig his claws into. Tee took a deep breath, preparing himself. If he could push off with his legs, swing toward the crack, get ready to let go…

The branch snapped off as he was forcibly brought down with a hard tug coming from near his legs. He phone fell out of his pocket, landing sideways on the ground. The camera showed two more black tentacles wrapping around Tee’s stubby legs, dragging him toward Alastor as he screamed. Even digging into the ground with his claws did no good.

Another tentacle gently lifted up the phone and brought it back as well.

Alastor cocked his head to the side, his mouth in an ever-present smile. Vee was lifted up to Alastor’s level and held close to the wall.

Vee laughed nervously. “Oh, hey, Alastor. Heh heh. Great seeing you this f-fine night. I-I wasn’t gonna do anything, I swear.”

The reply was a dark chuckle mixed with static.

Vee felt Alastor’s four-fingered hands grip his head.

“I…I won’t say anything! Way too young to die again. Please…”

Vee’s head crashed against the wall with a loud thud. He let out a high pitched scream.

“Owww! No! Tee, get outta…AUUUGH!”

Vee gagged as his skull cracked against the concrete. Bile filled the demon’s mouth and dark red stained the wall. He gasped for air, black spots across his vision. After his head was slammed against the wall a third time, Vee’s eyes rolled back and his thin body limped downward, relaxed. Shards of skull and bits of brain spilled to the ground. Alastor reached down toward the utility belt, and pulled out a dagger. He severed the demon’s head, clean off. The lifeless head fell to the ground, rolling until stopping near a restrained Tee.

Tee reeled back as far as he could, yelling through a tendril that was covering his mouth. Alastor smiled down at him, red dials moving, antlers expanding from his head. He held out his palm and flames appeared along with faint symbols hovering around them.

For several minutes, all Tee knew was a searing hot pain consuming his body, the smell of smoke, and the reeking smell of burning flesh around them. He inhaled the smoke and heard the radio static buzzing in his ears. All Tee could do was close his eyes and wait out the agony. Hoping that the heat and noise would soon…

Fade away…

Slipping into…black…

…constant…

…peace.

With that, the Radio Demon tossed the phone into the flames, the camera and screen revealing his demonic face before the device exploded into electric sparks.

The colors returned to normal and the flames went out. The only sound was the sound of static, slowly fading back into the vintage microphone. His eyes returned to their normal full red color and his antlers shrunk until they were small sticks on his head once again.

He snapped his fingers and the white candles lit up again. The skull’s eyes glowed red.

Clearing his throat, Alastor spoke the password in the Creole language:

“Ou pa janm konplètman abiye

San yon souri!”

(You’re never fully dressed without a smile)

The eyes glowed green and the ground below him vanished. Flames rose from the circle surrounding the pentagram. The inner circle was now a portal to a “basement” of Hell.

Several shadowy spirits rushed out of the hole, ecstatic to be free and to roam wild. Though the ground had disappeared below him, he stood perfectly still where he was.

More tendrils rose from the ground and wove together to form stairs starting at the top near Alastor’s feet. He walked merrily down as the portal slowly closed.

He reached the bottom of the stairs and made his way forward.

“My cozy lair, how much I’ve missed you.”

The lair was a sort of mashup between a haunted house and a middle class home from the early 1920’s.

Black walls stood on either side, blending in so well, it looked like the black ether outside. Red metal columns lined the sides and supporting the high black ceiling above. The black floor stopped at an area and wooden floorboards filled the rest of the ground. It gave the appearance of a floor torn up by an earthquake on the edge.

The first room was the living room. An elegant fireplace contained red flames that were constantly burning. A black leather couch faced a red wall that was decorated with various deer head trophies of many sizes. Some were stuffed versions of real brown deer. Others were the rotten partially furry heads of deer monsters from Hell. A fair amount were deer skulls with arching antlers. A resting rifle was displayed on the top of the fireplace, the same one he used as a human long ago. A red rug lay below the couch and took up much of the living room. The walls had borders with antler designs all in a row.

Attached to the living room was the kitchen. The wood floor met black and white checkered tile, a green line separating the different kinds. There was a high wooden countertop with a couple of bar stools facing the living room. Several appliances included an old fashioned stove, wooden cabinets, a metal sink and a mustard yellow fridge with an icebox.

Alastor opened the fridge door and gasped out loud.

“Oh my Satan!”

Among the eggs, food, and drinks was a severed purple demon head, with one eye missing.

He reached in with his hand…and pulled out an empty cartoon.

“Curses, I’m out of milk!” he exclaimed. “How am I supposed to have cereal tomorrow?”

He shut the door and sighed. “Oh well. I can always have a snack, instead.”

There were fans in every room (no air conditioning in Hell). To the left of the kitchen, a darkened path led to the bathroom and two bedrooms. There was also an extra room where Alastor kept all his radio equipment ready: a small microphone, headphones, a control panel of buttons, and even a sign that would lit up and read “on the air” in bold letters.

The bathroom consisted of a toilet, and a vanity with a mirror and a sink with two separate faucets for hot and cold water. Taking up much of the space was a black clawed bathtub in the shape of a cauldron. Alastor turned one of the knobs and a stream of dark red blood jetted out of the large faucet. He turned another knob and streams of red liquid sprayed out from the dish-sized shower head overhead. He tightened the knobs and the blood ceased flowing.

“Good, it still works,” Alastor said, relieved.

He made his way past the guest bedroom to his own room.

A twin-size bed had red satin sheets and a quilt made of soft deer fur neatly folded on the top of the bed toward the edge. The two pillows were neatly fluffed up and propped against the wooden headboard.

Closer to the doorway stood an old fashioned small screen TV with two large antennae jutting out from the top. It was light tan in color, complete with knobs on the front and to the sides. When he pushed the power button on the remote, a black and white show slowly appeared on screen. Unlike many old TV’s and remotes, Alastor had upgraded his with magic, allowing him to go to multiple channels. He watched some picture shows for a while on his bed, then turned the TV off.

He peered out a window, watching the outside world…or lack thereof.

This was a void world, a dimension where the Loas and shadow spirits resided and where the black tentacles originated…from mythical monsters in dark pits. Alastor’s lair hovered in place among the blackness. The demon grinned as he spotted rogue demons being chased, and sometimes mauled on by voodoo shadow creatures. A wrecked blaster from Sir Pentious’ blimp floated in the space. Here was were all the items and victims went when Alastor pulled them into the parallel place. Sometimes Alastor would send unlucky individuals here for entertainment and substance for the Loas. In return, they allowed him easy control of his powers. (Sure he was powerful enough already on his own, but even he knew that dark magic was dangerous for everyone.)

Alastor stepped down and opened his closet doors, revealing an array of suits, pants and shoes, mostly in dark reds and blacks.

But nestled behind the line of clothing was something extra peculiar.

In a large rosewood cabinet was a collection of hand-crafted Voodoo dolls.

Large ones made of cloth and straw with round button eyes and stitched mouths. Miniature ones made of wood. Several of them had pins with rounded ends stuck in various places.

But the ones on the widest middle shelf were the most noticeable. They were small dolls made in the likeness of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk, and even an Alastor one. All the heads seemed to be bigger than the bodies.

How ironic that hands who had performed countless killings, were also so gentle and precise when it came to voodoo doll making.

“I’ll start with mine, as usual,” he said. He picked up the figure representing himself, complete with tuffs of his own red hair on its head, red clothing made of cloth over the body and red buttons for the eyes. The arms and legs were black stitched material, no designs on them. Branded on the back of the doll was a voodoo symbol of protection, ensuring that no one else could use the doll against him.

“At least I can always count on myself.”

Grinning, he put the doll back onto the miniature stage. He examined the Husk one sitting by the crafted bar.

“You really are a grumpy cat,” Alastor mentioned. “But, I’ll admit, you were still fun to make.”

The doll had a white face with black fluffy ends, red eyebrows, black buttons for eyes and a red bowtie. He had a slight frown on his face. The ears were made of cotton balls and a black hat sat on his head. Red wings had been sewn onto the back.

“Don’t get into too much trouble. I want you to be the puurfect person for that Hazbin Hotel.” He laughed and paced him back at the cardboard bar.

“Cute little darling Niffty,” he continued, examining the miniature doll with bright magenta hair and an attached fake yellow eyeball. The white shirt and pink skirt were there as well (though Alastor had left out the poodle design on the skirt).

“Keep being handy and we’ll get along dandy,” he said in a sing song voice before putting her back beside the cardboard chimney.

“Oh Angel Dust,” he said with a roll of his eyes. He picked up the white doll, which had a small version of the white and pink outfit that Angel wore. He had a black bowtie, a head a little bit too football shaped, stitched smiling mouth and blue eye buttons.

“You get on my nerves, even in the process of making you,” he said. “I can’t even tell what those pink dots under your eyes are for. And your extra arms…they get all tangled everywhere. Well, at least you’re entertaining much of the time. You’ll have your purpose…and not of any sexual kind, good sir.”

He placed the Angel Dust doll on a web made of black string.

“Hello, naggy Vaggie,” Alastor commented as he observed the gray doll with long white string hair and a pink bow on the top. The white tank-top with the leggings were fastened onto the doll. One button was yellow while the other spot was painted with a pink x.

“Charlie’s best friend, yet different as night and day. No one likes a pessimist around, even in Hell. You got used to Hell, you can get used to anything. Even if it’s something unexpected in the future, perhaps?”

He placed her in her spot by a small paper lantern.

“Your pride is conssstricting isn’t it, Sir Pentious?”

He glanced up at a Sir Pentious doll wrapped up in black string upside down.

“You killjoys will fall again in the trench,” Alastor joked as he looked at a Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench doll stuffed into a hole in the wood.

“Cherri, you’re the bomb,” added Alastor to a doll with strawberry pink string hair and drawings of cherries on her clothes and fake eye. “Just try to control any explosive tempers you may have.”

Finally, up on another shelf, he came to his favorite group of people: Charlie, Rosie, Mimzy, and of course, his dear mother. (Made with deer characteristics like his). The Charlie doll had blond strings for hair, and her face was painted white with the red blushes. From the black bowtie to the white shirt, leggings and shoes, this figure was almost like the real thing. Another Alastor figure was placed in the middle of the three women. Off to the side, a black deer figure representing his father had pins sticking through his chest, head, and crotch.

“Charlie, my charming demon belle, how will you fare in running your hotel?”

Charlie was placed in front of his figure.

“Darling Mimzy, lover of jazz, who are you behind the glamor and pizazz?”

The white-haired, pink-eyed Mimzy figure was to his left.

“A rose by any name is still a rose. We shall see how our collaboration goes.”

The tall Rosie figure with black eyes, and a pink hat and dress was off to the right.

And right behind the Alastor figure was the doll that resembled his mother.

Version one resembled her human form: light brown skin, thick hair, wearing a beautiful dress and holding a bowl of jambalaya in her hands. The second version was her with Alastor’s grayish skin, red hair, red eyes, and antlers, wearing a black dress with skulls and symbols embroidered on it.

“Ma mere…” (my mom)…

“Tu me manques beaucoup.” (I miss you very much.)

His mother’s words came back to him: “Al, my darling, always remember to smile. Keep your head up, leave any doubts and weakness behind.”

Still wearing his grin, he wiped away a stray tear of sadness.

“You’re right mom. I can’t feel insecure now. You sinned in your life…just so you could see me again…still can’t believe it. I won’t let you done and I won’t let myself down…”

He opened up a final section of the cabinet, this one revealing the dolls dressed like overlords. Vox with a pin through his TV head, Valentino with two pins through his straw chest, Velvet restrained in velvet cloth. Most noticeable of all was a cardboard throne standing up straight, but with a visible tear down the center. Lucifer and Lilith wearing white, sitting on the ground covered in necklace chains. A paper apple staff with the apple part detached and the long black part torn in half.

Alastor grinned at a third doll of him positioned on a throne made of antlers and bone.

“…Especially when I have grand plans set in motion. Hahahahahaha!”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #vaggie #charlie #husk #niffty

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Hello, I’ve written a concept for an original character that involves belching on my Writing.com interactive: Belching Girls: Multi-Media (Vore & WG). If you want to add more O.C.s or other chapters over there, then please do so, because any help would be appreciated.

Belching Girls: Multi-Media (Vore & WG)

Backstory: As the daughter of industrial moguls Duncan Connor and María Bacch (Named after the Bacchus, the Roman god of Wine), 17-year-old Becky Bacch was born to inherit their Multi-Billion-Dollar Soda-and-Beer company called Popsi-Cola Inc. Through an amalgamation of sharp business savvy and inept competition, the likes of Budweiser and Pepsi were crushed and absorbed into the ever-expanding global empire. Many countries, including the United States of America lowered their drinking age to 16, a change likely brought upon by the sheer influence of the corporation, or secret bribes and an addictive product, according to whatever barely-surviving opposition would say. However, even with all of the wealth in the world, Becky still felt unfulfilled. Maybe it was out of disappointment that she was given everything through the success of her parents and not herself. Or it was having little social contact, again due to her folks, leaving her to spend her free time by reading books, helping develop new kinds of successful beverages, or engaging in more juvenile activities like belching. Regardless, the girl was struggling to find a purpose to her existence outside of being an heiress, until she got a crazy idea.

One night, she loaded an old backpack with several cans of experimental drinks and sneaked out of the mansion to mark the debut of the Earth’s newest hero: Soda Jerk! Flying across the streets in a full body black jumpsuit and mask with gray boots and gloves, it didn’t take long for Becky to find her first crime to thwart in the form of a classic bank robbery. The crooks were loading their score into a getaway van when a deafening sonic blast that sounded suspiciously like a belch erupted from the nearby alley, knocking the van over and shattering every panel of glass around the block. Though disoriented, the criminals retaliated by firing off several rounds from their handguns into the alley. However, there were no sounds of bullets drilling through flesh and bone, nor the thud of a corpse that had collapsed onto the cold hard ground. The villainous trio gave each other a confused look, but before they could tell what happened, a black blur rushed past them and one of them fell to the pavement unconscious. The remaining two tightened the grip on their guns when they saw it, but another blur dashed at them, too fast for the human eye to see, and before they knew it, another man was down. Now the final gang member was scared, wonder what exactly they were dealing with here. His question was answered by a light hop to the left side of the neck, leaving him to drop face-first on to the concrete.

Satisfied with her work, Soda Jerk returned the money and restrained the thugs until the police arrived before returning home. Contrary to her expectations, she was not alone when she made it back, seeing her mom and dad waiting in her room and wanting an explanation. After a rundown of the nights events and Becky’s reasons for her actions, Duncan and María were filled with remorse over what they’e done and eventually agreed to allow Becky to continue her escapades, provided she wear more protection, balances this duty with the rest of her life, and explain how she created her unique brands of soda.

Personality: Though she appears to be the stereotypical bookworm, in actuality, she’s… well, that much about her is true, but it’s far from the only defining trait about her. In addition to reading up on latest technological breakthroughs (and even having contributed to some of them), she’s also a straight-A+ student and is disarmingly prideful about her intellect. Bravery is also a apt adjective to describe her, as she is willing to lay down her life for another at a moment, whatever obstacle that might prevent her from doing so be damned. However, her impulsive and stubborn nature is also a weakness that she has yet to overcome, as both have lead to her blindly charging at the enemy and not stooping until they fall, which has often resulted in several close calls, much to the fear of her parents. Above all though, it is her infinite capacity for good that is her most treasured trait for that was largely what drove her into a life of heroics, but even someone as nice as her can be pushed to far, just ask those tried to manipulate her. Her habits are eating, drinking, and burping frequently-a consequence for anyone with a diet of soda and alcohol-among other things.

Appearance: Becky towers over most girls her age with a height of 6’0” and a weight of 214 pounds, though much of that is muscle grown from her rigorous physical training. Her red hair is styled as a bob cut, her irises are a lush clover shade, and her skin color perfectly matches her mother’s light tan. Spots of freckles dot her cheeks, further showing her father dominating genetic influence.

Miscellaneous Information:

Morality: Chaotic Good (Willing to break the rules to do the right thing).

Nationality: Born and Raised in the United States of America.

Powers and Abilities: Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and surprisingly athletic, but cannot utilize any superpowers on her own.

Weapons, Gadgets, and Technology: Drinks various sodas which give her different powers. 1 Flying Fizz: Fills her belly with gas akin to helium, allowing her to fly for as long as the gas remains in her body, though it can be burped out. 2 Rushing Raspberry: Raises her blood sugar to levels that would kill any other human being, but somehow Becky’s body reacts differently, as it increases her reflexes and movement speed to hypersonic levels, though she rarely goes this fast in populated areas. It also boosts her metabolism, which ironically makes it so that the affects of this soda last the shortest. 3 Belching Blueberry: Just one sip sends enough supercarbonated gas into the stomach that letting it out as a burp would destroy a two-story building, but if forced into a situation where no other options present themselves, Becky can chug the whole thing in less that a minute and cut belches that would individually destroy an entire city.

Reply if you like the character, or at least the idea of the character. You may use this character in a story of your own if you want, just give me credit. Please leave any suggestions for how this character could be improved and any ideas for more original characters.

HicBurpLover22: First of all, I would just like to mention that I’ve seen your work way back in the past with Libby as burp girl and I really liked those fics, and that I am willing to help you out with any ideas that this fic may have to offer. I don’t need credit and I’ve helped other writers before although I don’t write myself (Though I might plan to if I have a lot of spare time soon) So anyways, I would like to know what could be your overall plot. Sure you essentially just explained Becky’s origin story but what would the focus be. Is it primarily going to be good vs. evil or will you have something else like romance or drama involved? For other characters, I was thinking that for maybe for a romantic partner or as a partner in general, have Becky find out about a male hacker who has hacked into Popsi Cola inc. and has all of this information about the experimental sodas that Becky has made and even the identity of Soda Jerk. The hacker (let’s call him Jack for now) threatens the company that he will leak all of this information on the internet unless he talks to Soda Jerk herself. Becky having no choice decides to meet Jack at his base (which could be hidden in a shady part of town or something). Jack reveals himself to not be a villain, he wasn’t going to leak anything in the first place, but he needed to make an alliance with Soda Jerk to stop an incoming terrorist attack. Becky complies with Jack and also confirms her identity with him, and now we have a duo. Jack doesn’t have a burping fetish but he begins to get it by being around Becky as they soon fall in love with each other or become good friends. Jack doesn’t necessarily fights in direct combat but he can hack stuff easily and he has a nice assortment of gadgets that he can use in self-defense and maybe he gives some for Soda Jerk. It’s up to you if you want to go with this, this is just my idea after all, not yours. I also have no idea what the terrorist group ambitions would be, and I don’t have an idea for what another female character could be if you wanted one. We can work on Jack’s (if that’s what we want to call him) personality later if you want to use him. Also, for my final note, I really like hiccups and since beer often causes hiccups… it would be pretty sweet if somebody gets the hiccups at somepoint.

UPDATE: HicBurpLover22, your ideas sound fantastic. I’ll admit that I hate romance and am not very good at writing it. The focus of the overall plot would be a general good vs. evil conflict with some doses of drama. I might place in some comedy, and some of it will involve her burping, but I’ll try to use different types of humor so it won’t get stale. As for a partner, I like your idea of a male hacker named Jack who starts off as a friend of Becky’s but may slowly foster some hidden romantic interest in her, or at least a sexual one revolving around her beautiful belching abilities. He would have little to no combat experience/training/skills and powers, though he would have a secret lair beneath a virtually abandoned district of the town (which I have decided to call Bloodstone City, California). Soda Jerk explains the situation about the 16 year old Jack to her parents and they eventually agree to not press charges against him and even hire him for his technological prowess, but warn him to not cross their company and especially their daughter. Now Jack can work as a ‘Lucius Fox-type’ figure who helps outfit Soda Jerk with various gadgets and weapons to help take down the terrorist organization, whose name could be the Chaos Corps, a group of anarchists who desire to break down the oppressive governments of the world so that the common man can shape their own destinies without any legal or ethical boundaries, and they’re mainly stationed in Bloodstone. Jack’s parents, a pair of ex-spies named Elise and Victor Jace, were abducted by the villainous syndicate for their classified information that could jeopardize national security. The Corps uses various methods of physical, mental, and emotional torture to get their captives to cooperate with them. Understandably, Jack wants to free them, so a team up with the city’s big hero was necessary. On a final note, yes Becky will get the hiccups at some point in the story.

Additionally, I was thinking of there being other heroes in the world, many of them female. Like Angie Cinder A.K.A. Hothead, an 18 year old middle-class Japanese-immigrant, bestowed with pyrokinetic abilities having an equally-hot passion for preserving the law in her current home of Sydney, Australia. She’s a “Lawful Good” kind of crusader, more often than not working alongside the local law enforcement to thwart crime. Cinder was given an Americanized name to better fit in with the populace, her original name being Aguni Shindera (named after the Vedic god of fire who gave her powers and the Japanese word for ‘cinder’) and had been working as a super hero with a public identity a full 4 years before Soda Jerk. She possesses an average intelligence and though she doesn’t know martial arts, Angie does have some degree of fighting skills due to her training at the police academy. She’s aware of Soda Jerk and while Hothead thinks she could learn to work within the confines of the law more effectively, overall she’s tolerant of the powerless powerhouse. However, Cinder is interested in her burping skills, as despite her feminine personality, she finds a guilty pleasure in releasing putrid gas, especially when mixed with her fire powers and after a private binge of spicy food. It’s almost a shame that Soda Jerk is heterosexual, as opposed to Angie’s homosexuality.

There’s also Wendy Ares A.K.A. Airhead, a 15 year old Egyptian-South African girl living as a fighting instructor in Berlin, Germany. Her name is a pun on the words ‘Windy Airs’. She is descended from an ancient tribe of Areokinetic warriors sworn to defend the innocent and punish the vile and uses her inhuman abilities to blow away her enemies. She decided to play hero one day, when a group of thugs tried to mug one of her students, only to have their breath nearly taken away for good. No one could trace the incident back to her, which suited her just fine, as she doesn’t like the spotlight. She takes a ‘Neutral Good’ approach to her actions, taking caution not to cause needless destruction and not being obsessed with every small detail working perfectly. Wendy is a master of every fighting style in the history of the world and uses it in conjunction with her air powers to stomp out criminal scum. She values stealth greatly, to the point where her alter ego’s existence is widely considered a myth by the planet and the other heroes. Airhead doesn’t know what to make of Soda Jerk or Hothead, thinking that they each have a poor balance between order and chaos in opposite directions, but ultimately respecting their intentions. In terms of burping, she’s largely indifferent to it, not being tomboyish enough to enjoy it or girly enough to hate it, though her wind powers can easily turn her eructations into hundred mile per hour gales that can flatten cities if she so chose. Also, she prefers both males and females.

Lastly, there is Gladys Gordon Garcias A.K.A. Glutton Girl, a 19 year old Brazilian-Mexican woman kidnapped and experimented on by a small faction of the Chaos Corps in Argentina. The terrorists were fiddling with chemical meant to affect a person’s physicality, hoping to create a breed of super-soldiers, and altered Gladys’s body. As a result, she acquired the ability to unhinge her jaw, consume objects larger than herself, enhanced senses of taste, hearing, and smell, complete control over her digestive process and an superhuman appetite. The Corps tested the new powers by force feeding Garcias her own family. Her 10 year old sister Maria and her mother Lucia were shoved down Gladys’s throat and in a panic, were accidentally digested. Gladys was reduced to a sobbing wreck, having lost the most important people in the world to her. But that sorrow was replaced by anger, as the super strength given to her by the tests allowed her to break out of containment and feast on the startled terrorists. A think, monstrous belch shattered the windows of the base and echoed into the jungle for several kilometers, signifying the end of the meal. Now alone, Gladys escaped into the night, eventually turning up as a street rat struggling to survive. She decided to exact revenge on the people who hurt her so much by going on a crusade to snack on every last member, as well as any thug who gets in her way. Her moral alignment sits at the ‘Neutral’ area, wanting to crush evil, but not all that motivated to help people whom she doesn’t know. Gladys is an anonymous eating machine, virtually nonexistent to the other heroes, whom Gladys finds are not doing enough regarding the Chaos Corps and are too focused dealing with lesser crimes. She can get very gassy after a meal of a few dozen low lives littering the streets, sporting a face of disgust as her epic eructations roar across the sky. Also, the woman is asexual.

This is what I’ve got so far. If you have any suggestions, then let me know.

HicBurpLover22: Thanks for all the feedback dude, glad to be of help in some way.

You nailed how I envisioned Jack to be, and don’t worry if romantic writing isn’t quite your thing, just do what feels right for you. A lot of the humor can be from banter between Jack and Becky. Jack can also be a bit of a gamer, so we can have game references. I can imagine Jack being distracted by playing videogames in the middle of a mission and Becky being a bit annoyed by that. If you are going to go with the gamer idea, then we can have it so that Becky bonds with Jack by starting to get into the habit of playing videogames with him (she hardly plays them) and Jack bonding with Becky by understanding why she decided to become a hero and seeing her have fun with her burps. Also, Becky could get the hiccups by downing a soda too quickly in the middle of a stealth mission revealing her position to everyone forcing her to fight her way out, or Becky has a soda that gives her a random elemental effect every time she hiccups.

Bloodstone City sounds like a very cool place to live not gonna lie, and you could probably make other major cities in this world be named after other gemstones or minerals, for example Diamond City, Topaz City, Ruby City etc. and the Chaos Corps sounds like one serious threat. I have one other idea for them but let me quickly go over your characters.

I really like the idea of there being more heroes, but not directly associated with Soda Jerk. It kinda reminds me of Street Fighter or even Overwatch by having all of these characters from different parts of the world each with different goals and ambitions. They each have their own path but overall just want to get rid of evil.

Hothead can kinda be the Tsundere archetype of the girls, she may be hot but can give people the cold shoulder she meets at first. She can be highly competitive and always wants to keep her pride up. Spicy food is also known to cause hiccups, but I think I’m pushing it too far with the hiccups at this point heh.

For Airhead, maybe she wants to befriend some guy but is too shy to even talk to him or even be near him. She also doesn’t want him to be in dander and involved in her dangerous missions because he doesn’t have any powers. She also wonders what this guy would even think of her.

The start to Glutton Girl’s story could be her binging in WcDonalds (the equivalent of McDonalds in this world) while she thinks on what to do next, meanwhile people are just staring at her in awe as she eats a lunch for 10 or some other ludicrous number as she emits a belch that threatens to destroy the restaurant.

These are just random ideas that I’ve come up with really quick, but here is what I got for a potential villain.

Dr. Wilhelm is the boss of Chaos Corp, he is an evil scientist with a very monotone voice. He never reveals his past to anyone but he was once a prestigious scientist by the name of Dr. Maxis bringing the future of tomorrow years early, but his experiments soon grew to be too dark so the government shut him down. Now his motives are world domination, destruction and revenge. He is so cold-hearted that he even weaponize her own daughter. I’m gonna let you name her since you do WAY better with names than I do. She is now a ruthless killing machine, her memories are being held by her father and she is constantly being powered up by a special soda that Wilhelm has made himself, giving her the abilities of super strength, the ability to shape shift her hands and feet into weapons, and of course destructive burping. The soda is being injected through her by little pipes coming in and out of her mouth, I don’t know how there is an endless amount but… science. She always has a very quiet case of the hiccups, the ones that only jerk her body slightly, but if you happened to hear a single “hic”, it’s over, expect yourself to be killed by her, no problemo. Essentially, she is a zombie but the real her can still be in there, fighting for freedom.

Let me know what you think.

UPDATE 2: Again, you’ve come up with some great ideas. I imagined both Becky and Jack to be very witty since they are both teenagers, so the would have a good back and forth & Jack will be a gamer, while Becky is a noob who tries getting into it. Meanwhile, Jack becomes more attracted to Becky’s belching. It would be funny to see Becky get caught by hiccuping and the new elemental hiccup soda (which I’ll call Hiccuping Honey) sounds great. Becky has been Soda Jerk for six months.

I may create more cities named after minerals if I feel like it. The Chaos Corps plays a role similar to HYDRA from Marvel, but on a smaller scale. The story takes place in 2017, but the Chaos has been around for about 25 years.

The assorted heroes of the world are current scattered, but they may crossover at some point, probably in response to an attack by the Chaos Corps, similar to the Avengers.

Hothead does get hiccups from Spicy food, as well as burps, and is prideful and competitive. Though she’s respected by the police, she doen’t have many friends, focusing more on her work and being paid for it.

Though Airhead is very devoted to her clan, she also wants to experience things that a typical girl would. However, she keeps her desire to men, as people still have trouble accepting the LGBT community and her special upbringing robbed her of social skills, so Wendy acts very awkwardly around her crush, James Jaxson. Aires has been in action for two years now.

Glutton Girl spends much of her time gorging at various restaurants and hotels, being able to afford such luxuries by hoarding the money from her criminal victims. The owners of the establishments have gotten use to her presence and are afraid that she might eat them out of business. She has been on the hunt for the Chaos Corps for one year.

Chaos Corps leader, Dr. Carl Wilhelm will be the main antagonist to these heroes. He is 50 years old and his daughter, Marsha is considered by him to be the ‘Ultimate Life Form’, due to her powers. She is twenty years old and got her abilities three years ago and has been an operative for the Chaos Corps for just as long. Countless innocents were butchered by the living weapon, some for strategic purposes , but mostly out of pure sadism. Marsha herself is an emotionless girl, pretty much the ‘Winter Soldier’ of the group. She is bulletroof, has perfect mastery over every form of combat and weaponry on Earth, can weaponize any object, and has above human physicality. The Doctor from New Zealand created the power-inducing soda in a similar way to how Becky created her’s. Marsha Wilhelm is codenamed, Chaos Queen, and is a 'Neutral’ character being forced into a 'Chaotic Evil’ role, though hopefully, the remains of her former self buried deep within her can find a way to break free…

Also, JWAPPEL suggested on Deviantart another character 13 hours ago:

Catherine “Conquer” Jones. She’s tiny at 5'4 and the girliest of the girly girls fro constantly dressing in pink and glitter to being obsessed with shoes. Challenge her to anything however and watch her pwn you, especially burping contests.

HicBurpLover22: Awesome, all of this seems really great. I honestly don’t know any other ideas for this at this point, but I will probably message you if anything comes to mind. Also my apologies, I thought you wrote fanfics for Libby as burp girl from that one episode way, way, WAY back in the past, but then I remember that you were the one who uploaded the clip on YouTube, I must have been thinking of someone else or something… But I still like your other work, don’t get me wrong.

Also, when I look through your DeviantArt favorites I can’t help but notice that you are into farts as well. I only just recently got into farts and I wouldn’t be opposed if there was a farting scene as well in this series. Becky’s farts are completely normal and not super powered, so I can imagine a funny scene where she prepares for a large burp to strike an enemy but the burp comes out the other end as a normal fart.

Hothead might have spicy fiery farts that can propel her like a rocket. Airhead doesn’t fart as it may be too dangerous because of her powers. Glutton Girl can have the most foul farts and burps that she can channel, especially after a Brazilian-Mexican feast with beans.

UPDATE 3: Interesting. The girls farting could be funny, so I may include it.

HicBurpLover22: Any other updates on Soda Jerk?

UPDATE 4: Not yet, but there might be more non-superhero-themed characters appearing in the story.

HicBurpLover22: Ah, so like a anti-hero or a bounty hunter?

UPDATE 5: It would be a bounty hunter, named Juliet Winters, a British gun for hire who makes a living bringing in/killing criminals to collect the price on their heads. She is indifferent to the other heroes, but is interested in the Chaos Corps, if only because of how much money she could get by taking them down.

HicBurpLover22: Sounds pretty good. Maybe she has some royal blood but isn’t interested at all at doing her family traditions. She is very polite to her payers, and she never let’s them down. She also pays some respect to the person she needs to kill for the bounty, saying something like “sorry for killing you but business is business.” Her attire could be like a fancy coat that can shoot ice shards, but she is never without her trusty sniper rifle.

UPDATE 6: Sounds cool. Any other ideas?

HicBurpLover22: I’m not quite sure… maybe she doesn’t like burping but she’s naturally pretty gassy. She apologizes a lot whenever she does burp in front of someone, and tries her best to keep her belches in or at least let them out quietly as closed mouth-burps.

UPDATE 7: Nice. I’ll see if JWAPPEL has something more to offer.

Hey, so HicBurpLover22 and I were discussing new original characters and I wanted to see if you had something more to offer.

JWAPPEL: I’ll see what I can come up with and Yes. Catherine’s body actually adapts to challenges, meaning her belly expands for competive eating, she undergoes muscle growth for strength contests, etc. It’s this way because her family is quite rich and scientists hired by her parents were paid to experiment with her and make it this way. What do you think?

UPDATE 8: Sounds good.

So, anyone else out there who is interested in this stuff please let me know if you have any ideas for characters and/or settings.

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jcmorrigan · 7 years

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So if you're still taking questions, which if you're not then just ignore me, what were your plans for the Little Mermaid arc? And what world, was going to come after it?

The Mane Six strike a deal with Ursula to become sea ponies so they can go underwater and chase down the Evil Manta, who damaged the Starlight. They called Tony Stark and he said he’d send a drone to that world with repair materials for the ship, but it might take a few days.

When underwater, the ponies run into Gabriella (from the animated series - a lot of characters from extended canon turn up here), who guides them to Atlantica. There, they see Sebastian taking auditions from various characters (Ariel, her sisters and friends) for a musical revue. The ponies try out.

Meanwhile, Ursula forms an evil alliance of herself, Evil Manta (who is her father), Morgana, Flotsam, Jetsam, Undertow, Cloak, Dagger, Marina Del Rey, Benjamin, Lobster Mobster, and Shrimp. The latter four have to be broken out of jail by Morgana.

Little Evil sees the jailbreak and swimming off to see what all the hullabaloo is about, since he recognizes his sister Morgana in it. When the villain entourage arrives at Ursula’s grotto, everyone gets acquainted. Ursula is less than thrilled to know she’s working with Lobster Mobster, but the tone of the room completely changes when Ursula and Morgana ask how their little brother has been and Little Evil is, well, Little Evil, calling his dad “Popsie” and not being evil at all. Evil Manta is sheepish and tries to defend his parenting tactics, as he loves his son whether he’s evil or not. Ursula gives Evil Manta some shit about his previous schemes, that now it will require a little more than complimenting people to spread prejudice. She also brings up the boot.

The villains’ overall plan is to spread prejudice throughout all the Seven Seas by having Evil Manta go between the various nations and spread tidings of war, namely telling each nation that all the others are out to get it. Nations include Atlantica, Olympia, Valhalla, the Chasm (“Charmed”), Ablow Kadablow (“Giggles”), Sharkania, and I think there were some more in there that I’m forgetting. The goal is to get them all to go to war against each other and destroy each other, particularly Atlantica so Triton will leave the throne clear for Ursula to take over.

The Atlantican squadron figures this out. Triton takes a small delegation - Attina, Urchin, and a couple of the sea ponies - with him to one of the affected nations for a peace talk. He cautions Ariel to please, please, PLEASE stay out of this one and remain at home where it’s safe. She of course doesn’t listen and takes her own faction, which would have had Pinkie Pie, at least one other pony, and probably Gabriella and Arista, to another nation. As you can probably guess, this was my big chance to give all Ariel’s sisters actual screen time. Like they DIDN’T really get in Ariel’s Beginning. I was also going to play things up between the sisters, Urchin, Gabriella, Pearl, and Little Evil for ships to see if anything stuck. I currently don’t know what the most likely candidates were for those ships. I do know the one big endgame ship I wanted to play for was Marina/Lobster Mobster. Which I’m slightly trash for. Anyway, a delegation of the Atlantica contingent plus the remaining ponies (Twilight is in this group) remains home at Atlantica just in time for a big invasion - this one I KNOW was by the blowfish of Ablow Kadablow - forcing them to try diplomatic tactics early.

I think Triton’s faction went to Valhalla. That or Sharkania. A few interesting things go on in that faction. Attina informs Urchin that one of the biggest reasons Triton took such a shine to him is because of an older brother the sisters had who apparently died. As you can guess, this is Myde, who would later become Demyx, and he didn’t die; he ran away from home. Anyway, Triton sees Urchin as a chance to get the bonding he lost when Myde disappeared. Marina and Lobster Mobster are dispatched to take care of Triton during this bit, and they use the youth spell from “Red” to turn Triton into a baby, which they then kidnap. This results in shenanigans of the two of them acting as the worst parents ever (in a reference to “Double Bubble,” where LM gets a soft spot for two royal baby hostages). That leaves the other members of his faction to try and rescue him.

In Ariel’s faction, she and Pinkie Pie bond the most.

In the stay-at-home faction, Twilight tries a drastic move to seal away the Evil Manta with magic when next he comes around. Under some circumstance or another, the Manta DOES come to Atlantica to try and attack it, and Twilight attempts to seal him in the volcano all by herself. She fails and the Manta breaks free. This activates the clause in Ursula’s contract where Twilight doesn’t get to keep her sea pony form if she tries and fails to subdue the Manta, and she turns back into a human. She quickly hides before anyone can see her, using magic to conjure up air to breathe. Everyone thinks she died or disappeared somehow in the conflict against the Manta, except for whatever other pony stayed in this faction, who just gets super worried.

I didn’t know what was going to happen to resolve the Triton conflict or what happened with Ariel’s faction at all. That was going to be me making it up as I went along. I only knew I had to hit up all the nations and send delegates from each to Atlantica due to the peace talks. Twilight’s storyline was the one I fleshed out most. Now a human, Twilight makes her way back to Ursula’s grotto on foot on the seabed, remembering that the sea witch offered her hospitality if something like this ever happened. On the way, she passes through Shark Canyon (“Trident True”) and uses the glowing shells to form a light rainbow that she uses to Iris-Message Mozenrath. She catches him in the middle of a quest that would become a later interlude focused on him; all the conversations would be replayed from his POV at that time. Basically, once again, while the Mane Six have a year plus’ worth of adventures, only three or so days pass for him. Anyway, he briefly mentions that he and Hecate are out on a mission against someone named “Nasira.” Mozenrath and Twilight exchange some pleasantries and build the ship, but then Twilight has to be on her way. The next place she ends up is the ship of Archimedes (“Metal Fish”). Archimedes, being the only merperson besides Ariel to sympathize with humans, offers Twilight guidance and escorts her to Ursula’s grotto. Now, Evan brought up to me when I was piecing this whole thing together that Archimedes was almost certainly dead by the time TLM1 happens, or else Ariel would have brought the Dinglehopper to him instead of Scuttle. While I don’t normally kill characters in EoH, this was a perfect opportunity to give the Manta some street cred. Twilight and Archimedes arrive at Ursula’s grotto to find the Manta chillin’ with the villains there, and Twilight realizes she’s been taken for a ride. Evil Manta kills Archimedes; Little Evil sees this and is horrified. Ursula then turns Twilight into a sea worm for her garden.

Meanwhile, delegates from all the various nations gather in Atlantica and get over their differences. Pinkie Pie and Ariel figure out that the way to end Evil Manta’s reign of terror is with a song. They set up a plan of attack. When the Manta next arrives in Atlantica, wanting to know why the hell war hasn’t broken out over the entire Seven Seas, he’s met by a choir of merfolk and fish singing “No One Together” by Kansas, which you saw in the revue rehearsal scene. This is enough to chase him back to the volcano and seal it over with magic without using the Elements of Harmony at all!

Back in the grotto, Little Evil feels bad for what happened to Twilight, and he takes a potion from Ursula’s cabinet and uses it to restore Twilight’s sea pony form. They race to Atlantica as fast as they can. On the way, Little Evil talks about how much he loves his dad, and Twilight begins to wonder if sealing the Evil Manta away is the right thing after all. But by the time they get to Atlantica, it’s too late. The Manta is already back inside the volcano, and Little Evil is devastated. It comes out around this time that Ariel was the one who sicced the Brain Sponge on the Manta in “A Little Evil,” which Little Evil canonically never saw happen. Feeling betrayed by everyone he considered friend, Little Evil flees. Twilight chases him to comfort him. He tells her that while everyone is probably expecting him to go evil over this, he doesn’t really want to. He just needs to take some time to himself to think everything over. Twilight lets him go, and he begins soul-searching across the seas.

Triton and Ursula have a face-off, but Triton ultimately lets her go free and unpunished due to lingering feelings he has for her. He believes deep down that she can change, which is sadly his mistake.

The musical revue might go on, or it might just get replaced by everyone singing the Manta away and we call that a performance.

A definite scrapped subplot involved having Daniel (“Island of Fear”) mutate into a crab person because of Vile’s experiment hitting him latently, and him going underwater to join the main crew of heroes. Ultimately, I decided to keep Daniel human and on land; he would become more relevant on the return trip during the Kingdom Hearts run.

When the Mane Six get back to shore, they find that Tony Stark didn’t send a drone to fix the ship after all. He came in person on a ship of his own. He just got done repairing the Starlight, and the Mane Six decide to let him tag along on the next adventure. When they take off, it’s with Tony Stark in tow.

The last scene of the storylet catches up with a now-human Myde playing in a troop of street musicians in a square in Ashmark. He is approached by two strange women, who turn out to be Rosalina (Super Mario Galaxy) and Midna (Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess). The two of them tell him he’s who they’ve been looking for. He’s afraid they’re Atlanticans who came to drag him back home - he left and stole potions from Ursula to become human because he wanted to evade that kind of responsibility, and Ursula forever resents him for being able to steal from her and get away with it alive - but he soon realizes they’re there for an entirely different reason, one that would be revealed in a later interlude.

This catches up the Mane Six’s timeline with that of the Overtakers.

The next world would have been from the young adult book series “Maximum Ride.”

#EoHfic

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hgfstreamchats · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel

thenightetc 10:05 PM Hello!

starlightseller 10:05 PM hello!

thenightetc 10:05 PM Video and audio seem to be working

highglossfinish 10:06 PM Wonderful!

highglossfinish 10:06 PM Here's hoping it holds out.

thenightetc 10:08 PM This took a turn

highglossfinish 10:08 PM It did, it really did.

thenightetc 10:08 PM ANYWAY

highglossfinish 10:08 PM I like this child.

starlightseller 10:09 PM Same

thenightetc 10:10 PM Uh oh Zephra85 joined the party.

highglossfinish 10:10 PM Zephra human!

Zephra85 10:10 PM Hi guys!!

Zephra85 10:11 PM I'm not sure how long I can stay but I saw the text 'hazbin hotel' and came running

highglossfinish 10:12 PM We'll start it up just as soon as this is finished!

Zephra85 10:12 PM eeeeeeee

thenightetc 10:13 PM Ewwwww

Zephra85 10:13 PM what the actual f***

Zephra85 10:15 PM this child is clearly a sociopath

thenightetc 10:15 PM I think this puppet is confused about what show he's in

highglossfinish 10:15 PM I like how you can tell this one is early because the later ones clearly dialed up the puppet's obnoxiousness.

Zephra85 10:15 PM NO

Zephra85 10:15 PM I DON'T LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOING AT ALL

Zephra85 10:15 PM okay that wasn't as bad as I thought

thenightetc 10:16 PM same

thenightetc 10:16 PM Uh oh, Knock Out, you're about to be roasted!

highglossfinish 10:16 PM I'll take my licks!

Zephra85 10:16 PM I don't think that child's been to medical school

Zephra85 10:18 PM EEEEEEEE

Zephra85 10:18 PM HERE WE GO

thenightetc 10:18 PM *settles in*

highglossfinish 10:18 PM Indeed!

Zephra85 10:19 PM is the video really laggy for anyone else?

thenightetc 10:19 PM A bit, yeah

highglossfinish 10:19 PM Any better?

Zephra85 10:19 PM okay that seems better

thenightetc 10:19 PM I think so, yeah

Zephra85 10:22 PM there are some seriously gorgeous character designs and colours in this

thenightetc 10:22 PM Right?

starlightseller 10:22 PM my favorites are the lil eggs

highglossfinish 10:22 PM The animation flows like water.

Zephra85 10:22 PM My fave is extremely predictable

highglossfinish 10:23 PM "Music band." Thebes joined the party. FeralDog joined the party.

Thebes 10:23 PM Hello!

Zephra85 10:24 PM yo

highglossfinish 10:24 PM Hello!

thenightetc 10:24 PM Hey!

Zephra85 10:24 PM bLAH it's super laggy again ><

thenightetc 10:25 PM It isn't being laggy for me--I don't think it's the source

Zephra85 10:25 PM okay seems okay now

thenightetc 10:27 PM awwwww

thenightetc 10:28 PM VERY deep

thenightetc 10:28 PM UH OH

Zephra85 10:28 PM Vaggie saw THAT coming

Thebes 10:28 PM MUSICAL SEQUENCE TIME

Zephra85 10:28 PM YISS MUSICAL SEGMENT

highglossfinish 10:29 PM Heaven's committing yearly genocide against them, I think they're better off where they are.

Zephra85 10:30 PM LOL

thenightetc 10:30 PM awwww

highglossfinish 10:31 PM "Well, Okay!"

Zephra85 10:31 PM YOU TELL HER CHARLIE

highglossfinish 10:32 PM Take her pen! Take all her pens!

starlightseller 10:32 PM angie

Zephra85 10:32 PM HE WAS

Zephra85 10:32 PM HE WAS ABSOLUTELY READY TO ADOPT HIM RIGHT THERE AND THEN

Zephra85 10:32 PM THAT STILL KILLS ME

starlightseller 10:33 PM that made me CACKLE the first time I saw it ajfjejc

thenightetc 10:33 PM MORE ARMS

Zephra85 10:33 PM KICK HER ASS CHARLIE

thenightetc 10:35 PM WOW

Zephra85 10:35 PM sald;fjd

Thebes 10:36 PM 'show me your feet' well that letter got right to the point

highglossfinish 10:36 PM How polite of it, not to waste anyone's time.

Zephra85 10:36 PM right?

highglossfinish 10:36 PM Popsies.

Zephra85 10:37 PM aw yis signs of a conscience

Zephra85 10:37 PM foreshadowing that Angel IS potentially redeemable

thenightetc 10:37 PM awwwww

Zephra85 10:37 PM I heart it

Zephra85 10:37 PM awww poor charlie

Zephra85 10:37 PM HERE HE COMES

highglossfinish 10:38 PM There he is!

Zephra85 10:38 PM MY (predictable) FAVE

Zephra85 10:38 PM THERE HE IS

Zephra85 10:38 PM Ooh same hat??

thenightetc 10:39 PM o_o

highglossfinish 10:39 PM Same hat indeed!

Thebes 10:39 PM Welp, we have an eldritch abomination

Zephra85 10:39 PM I love him

Zephra85 10:39 PM YAY

thenightetc 10:40 PM personal space

thenightetc 10:42 PM I kinda ship it

Thebes 10:42 PM same

Zephra85 10:43 PM Vaggie and Charlie are heart eyes

Thebes 10:43 PM ... WELP, TIME TO GO FAUSTIAN

highglossfinish 10:43 PM Faustian deal averted.

thenightetc 10:43 PM *shudder*

Zephra85 10:44 PM Charlie may be naiive but at least she's genre savvy

starlightseller 10:44 PM Ha! no

Zephra85 10:44 PM 'HAH. No.'

Zephra85 10:44 PM Kills me

starlightseller 10:44 PM that’s my favorite line in the entire pilot

Zephra85 10:45 PM This one's my other fave

Thebes 10:45 PM This background music is disconcertingly Sorcerors' Apprentice-like

Zephra85 10:45 PM He's a miserable grouchy furry and he's great

Zephra85 10:45 PM 'MAYBE'

Zephra85 10:45 PM SAL;FJSDOFL

Zephra85 10:46 PM a;sldfj Angel's a riot

highglossfinish 10:46 PM I adore Angel.

thenightetc 10:46 PM Yes.

Zephra85 10:46 PM He's a delight fo-sho

Zephra85 10:46 PM YES HERE WE GO

Zephra85 10:46 PM JAZZY MUSICAL

Zephra85 10:47 PM 30'S FASHION FOR EVERYBODY Mysterygirl17 joined the party.

thenightetc 10:48 PM Well then

starlightseller 10:48 PM Efficient

Thebes 10:48 PM not terrifying whatsoever

Zephra85 10:49 PM Ooh I haven't seen this one yet!!!!

starlightseller 10:49 PM i just watched it last night!!!

Zephra85 10:50 PM ugh I'll have to watch the video later the lag is too bad on my end

highglossfinish 10:50 PM Is it lagging for anyone else?

Zephra85 10:50 PM Rad af song tho

thenightetc 10:50 PM it IS ThatOneDude101 joined the party.

Zephra85 10:53 PM d'awwwww

thenightetc 10:54 PM awwww

Zephra85 10:54 PM asf;ljsdlkjdfka

thenightetc 10:55 PM pfffff

Zephra85 10:55 PM sal;jfsdf that 180 head turn

Zephra85 10:56 PM I'm not hating the cajun accent at all

highglossfinish 10:56 PM It's very acceptable. sharkley123 joined the party.

thenightetc 10:56 PM uh oh

Zephra85 10:56 PM oh god

Zephra85 10:57 PM 'technicolour river in between' is fantastic

highglossfinish 10:57 PM Isn't it?

Zephra85 10:58 PM this absolutely sounds like a porno written by an ace person

highglossfinish 10:58 PM It's glorious.

sharkley123 10:58 PM What actually is this?

FeralDog 10:59 PM bored technicolor demons

Thebes 10:59 PM what happens when the animator takes the goofy reels from her voice actors and turns them into madness

sharkley123 11:00 PM I can't hear it sadly (p sure i both know why and cannot hear it) so all im getting is alastor emoting at spider-dude-whos-name-is-on-the-tip-of-my-tongue

Zephra85 11:00 PM I FULLY LOST MY SH*T AT 'PUNCHING A WARM CANTELOPE'

Zephra85 11:01 PM i can't handle this

Zephra85 11:01 PM i'm losing my mind laughing

Zephra85 11:02 PM I f*cking love Alistair

sharkley123 11:02 PM even just the video has me cracking up

starlightseller 11:02 PM i lierally almost crying this is amazing ajfjejc

starlightseller 11:03 PM but unfortunately I have to go! im super glad I was able to make it tonight!! yall are amazing!

starlightseller 11:03 PM goodnight guys!

thenightetc 11:04 PM Goodnight!

Zephra85 11:04 PM goodnight!!

Thebes 11:04 PM goodnight!

highglossfinish 11:05 PM Good night!

Zephra85 11:06 PM I CAN'T

Zephra85 11:06 PM I FUCKING CAN'T

thenightetc 11:06 PM f

Zephra85 11:06 PM that was beautiful

thenightetc 11:07 PM his voice is VERY familiar

Thebes 11:08 PM Was the voice direction for him just "Imitate Invader Zim as hard as possible"?!

highglossfinish 11:08 PM Zim, but medicated.

Zephra85 11:09 PM al;fsjsksjdla i'm dying

thenightetc 11:10 PM *applauds*

Thebes 11:11 PM "... you what?"

Zephra85 11:11 PM LMFAO

thenightetc 11:12 PM He looks like an owl

highglossfinish 11:12 PM .......

highglossfinish 11:13 PM This is why you never allow an owl into your life.

Zephra85 11:13 PM I'M WHEEZING

Zephra85 11:14 PM d'aww they're cute

thenightetc 11:16 PM HA

Zephra85 11:16 PM AF;LJSF

thenightetc 11:17 PM WOW

Zephra85 11:17 PM F*CKING HELL

Thebes 11:17 PM OH MY GOD RICHARD HORVITZ?!

Thebes 11:17 PM THAT WAS FUCKING ZIM!

Zephra85 11:17 PM Really?

Zephra85 11:17 PM Wild

Thebes 11:17 PM HOW?!

thenightetc 11:17 PM !!

Zephra85 11:18 PM sadly I gotta go, I should have started dinner ages ago

Thebes 11:18 PM seeya!

thenightetc 11:18 PM goodnight!

Zephra85 11:18 PM Thanks for the stream, Knock Out! I had a blast!

Zephra85 11:18 PM Say hi to the fam for me!

highglossfinish 11:18 PM Will do!

highglossfinish 11:19 PM It was a delight having you!

thenightetc 11:20 PM Postapocalyptic baking game

highglossfinish 11:20 PM I want to see more of the hostile looking baking utensil.

thenightetc 11:20 PM I think ti's a dough hook

highglossfinish 11:25 PM He adds so much broken glass to his food and it never gets less funny.

thenightetc 11:25 PM Amazing.

thenightetc 11:25 PM It's Art

highglossfinish 11:25 PM Egg.

thenightetc 11:29 PM I'd swear that's a sponge

Thebes 11:29 PM noooormal wtp823 joined the party.

highglossfinish 11:30 PM It certainly is food, sort of!

thenightetc 11:30 PM It has no mouth and it must scream

highglossfinish 11:30 PM Hah!

highglossfinish 11:31 PM It looks like it hurts to be him.

thenightetc 11:33 PM raise your hand if YOU'RE hungry!

highglossfinish 11:33 PM I want nothing more than to clog my fuel pump with that!

Thebes 11:36 PM A little extra heat for moral support

thenightetc 11:36 PM Ha!

highglossfinish 11:37 PM Amazing.

thenightetc 11:38 PM Uh oh!

highglossfinish 11:38 PM What a promising title!

highglossfinish 11:40 PM I'm eager to see if he can top the toilet surgery.

thenightetc 11:43 PM Oh dear SumoPontifice joined the party.

highglossfinish 11:43 PM His computer's a real trooper. Thebes joined the party.

thenightetc 11:45 PM Space-filling curve!

highglossfinish 11:48 PM Dear Unicron.

thenightetc 11:49 PM Oh god

thenightetc 11:51 PM Favorite patient.

thenightetc 11:52 PM Unlike all those other patients

highglossfinish 11:52 PM Come back, favorite patient, come back!

thenightetc 11:53 PM Well, it's a morgue NOW!

highglossfinish 11:53 PM It's all a morgue!

FeralDog 11:55 PM what game is this again?

highglossfinish 11:55 PM Project Hospital.

thenightetc 11:56 PM The floor getting dirty in the very specific paths everyone takes

highglossfinish 11:56 PM Everything's filthy and I'm cackling.

thenightetc 11:56 PM Ratchet, no!

highglossfinish 11:56 PM HAH!

FeralDog 11:56 PM omg

highglossfinish 11:57 PM Incredible.

Thebes 11:57 PM glorious

FeralDog 11:57 PM an example for all

highglossfinish 11:57 PM And that's all I've got, unless anyone has anything specific they'd like to close on.

thenightetc 11:57 PM Some kind of example, anyway

Thebes 11:58 PM ... anyone want some Zefrank?

thenightetc 11:58 PM Oh, I know!

thenightetc 11:58 PM Actually Zefrank sounds fun

thenightetc 11:59 PM I like the sound of "human test for people who work in --" yeah, that one

thenightetc 12:00 AM ...well

highglossfinish 12:02 AM You all live like this?

FeralDog 12:02 AM no thank god i have never been an office employee

thenightetc 12:03 AM Did you pause that just now

highglossfinish 12:03 AM I didn't. Thebes joined the party.

thenightetc 12:04 AM Is it paused for anyone else, or did it just freeze for me at the most appropriate possible time?

FeralDog 12:04 AM I'm froze too

highglossfinish 12:05 AM Is it still frozen?

thenightetc 12:05 AM There we go!

thenightetc 12:05 AM "Did you ever feel the simple joy of stopping--" *video stops*

highglossfinish 12:06 AM How profound.

FeralDog 12:06 AM mine just has that little fox telling ne to wait

highglossfinish 12:06 AM Just once, kast. Just once.

highglossfinish 12:07 AM Well, this is depressing.

highglossfinish 12:07 AM And that's all I've got!

FeralDog 12:08 AM i'll have to but out anyway, got to feed dogs and put chickens in coops xD

highglossfinish 12:09 AM Perfect timing, then!

thenightetc 12:09 AM ...If you're open to watching another short thing...

highglossfinish 12:09 AM I am!

thenightetc 12:09 AM How about a little bit of Taskmaster?

thenightetc 12:09 AM (it's on youtube)

thenightetc 12:09 AM I've only seen a few but they've all been fun

thenightetc 12:13 AM HA

thenightetc 12:13 AM I could not eat all that

thenightetc 12:13 AM That is dreadful Thebes joined the party.

thenightetc 12:16 AM So absolutely none of them tried to make something good-tasting

highglossfinish 12:18 AM This is something.

thenightetc 12:19 AM His face

highglossfinish 12:20 AM Oh my.

thenightetc 12:20 AM And now for part 2.

highglossfinish 12:21 AM UGH!

thenightetc 12:21 AM :(

thenightetc 12:21 AM He could have just untied the bread and eaten it

highglossfinish 12:23 AM Well, then!

thenightetc 12:23 AM Well well well.

highglossfinish 12:24 AM Thank you for introducing me to that, it's filled some kind of gap in my life.

highglossfinish 12:24 AM I don't know what, but it's now full.

thenightetc 12:25 AM You're welcome! Even if I feel that maybe the beard thing calls my taste into question.

highglossfinish 12:25 AM That certainly did happen.

highglossfinish 12:25 AM And we all watched it happen.

thenightetc 12:25 AM In all fairness I hadn't seen that one ahead of time.

thenightetc 12:26 AM Well--thanks for hosting! This was a fun time. :)\

highglossfinish 12:26 AM Thank you for coming!

highglossfinish 12:26 AM Good night -- until next time!

Thebes 12:26 AM good night!

thenightetc 12:26 AM Goodnight!

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sunnydaleherald · 1 year

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, December 10th

CLEM: ...Not that I'm knocking the nacho cheese ones - I like the taste. It's just the texture I can't deal with. So gritty. Kinda hurts my tongue, so I'd give 'em... a seven. *Maybe* a seven-five and you think this is dumb, don't you? DAWN: No! No, as taste tests go, this is definitely one of the better ones I've been to. CLEM: I get it. No biggie. You wanna play cards? DAWN: Clem... CLEM: I can be a real boredom-buster, if you just give me half a chance.

~~Two To Go~~

The Sunnydale Herald is looking for at least one new editor. Contributing to the Herald is a great way to get your Buffy on! Find out more here.

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"The Plague" | Father Ted | Series 2 Episode 6 | Dead Parrot

Oh god man i’m such an e just I put the brief on my head happening Mikey Brandon you fairly are a significant phony it can be literally rough now not stop the pal Indonesian god i know anybody just like Ben large pickle come on you two just about there it is been creepy into some thing for goodness sake Jane there’s nothing out right here that might probably harm there’s no anywhere oh he is great is not he he is all right does he have a name no i don’t suppose so the lady within the pet shop didn’t mention one anyway I don’t know who’s Ted that is a good name for a rabbit no i do not suppose that’s a excellent concept can we you are forgetting i am referred to as head as good I would call you father Ted no severely do you must give you some thing just a little more common hi there father’s lordly design however mrs.Doyle is not a good name for rubbish you want whatever like popsie or Bruce okay wait I’ve obtained one you see the way he’s got tremendous floppy ears they are flopping in every single place the position yeah good why do not we name them father Jack Hackett ideal father jacket is what nothing father Zubaz named his new rabbit after you what we all right father Jack what he is not talking to you father he is talking to the rabbit why I think father Jack wishes a drink thanks thanks possibly dropping getting struggle for our truth Dubin that is getting a ways too confusing ahead I’ve acquired used to calling him father Jack could we no longer call father Jack whatever else grace what we name the mayor slipper slipper paprika yes so dude this is not going to work really it is me Bishop Brennan oh thanks what who is that this there’s no pretty ear god doogal i’m just must feel again to Bishop Brennan oh we won’t like that head might be it can be all right though I placed on a international voices you believe he died the incorrect number sir truly hiya bishop Brennan I consider you acquired the incorrect number when you call there shut up Queenie shut up i’ll make this rapid what would the following phrase advise to you jack sleepwalking and bollock naked no time in the final six months you might have heard of Brian Newman hmm very foremost junior minister and a private buddy of mine and i will be able to inform you the final thing he and his household desires to look is the imaginative and prescient of an elderly priest carrying most effective a pair of socks and no idea around on Thursday to compare the protection arrangements and Crilley yes should you ever attempt to bullshit me like that once more i will rip off your arm Brendan’s coming over to have a word with your father about your nude sleepwalking new deep on deck Jack can you think of any motive why you maybe doing that if you are now not having any doubts about your vocation Ariel what which you can invariably share your problems with us father Dugan and i would continually lend your friendly years now proper Google surely do you wish to have to speak about it now well Ted a biker Grove Oh God go on there Guam boy thank you oh come on oh can we get him into his cage they want bishop brennan singing head he could like him no he would not like him doesn’t like rabbit in any respect why no longer strange story about ten years in the past he was in ny and he obtained trapped within the elevate with about 20 rabbits of the entire night to began nibbling his cape and the whole lot how did they get in I do not know I suppose the ought to have burden you realize rabbits God he can transfer speedy no sweet why do you say that stated simply shut off the ground to me there wait that’s your ass yeah so where does this one come from Ted there is an extra one on Jack’s head you make sure you are not would not get combined up with these other lads all right come on Patrick what’s called sampras like Pete Sampras oh good you realize rabbits tennis you understand that whole connection there all correct and yeah we just released these pheromones into the wild k appears i’m there within the zone without any other rabbit for company you must suppose like Brian Keenan after they took John McCarthy way to another self anyway they get used to us morning father invoice is moved in 40 Ted morning Google what do we do in these days we’ll need to get that rabbit ears out of the way before British brand open door go mad in the event you toss those wrappers across the position right fair enough hope he’s in a excellent temper then can be very frightening you realize when when Robert rabbits the place oh wow the place the hell did they arrive from god it can be like a colossal rabbit rock pageant I feel we simply need to get used to it get used to you have to get the motor equipment earlier than you arrive i’m going to ring the pet save and know it used to be a traveling pet keep there is not going to be back till spring so what are we gonna do wait no no no there may be surely some thing we can do Ted if we no let me see oh simply wait a second they are there and i do know i do know I’ve obtained a Ted scorching right now now the way I see it is that if we wait a 2nd and what what is the main issue once more oh yes yes sure sorry about that i know exactly what to do why don’t we give them to father Larry canine you’re proper he’s perpetually going on about how we’d love to have a few rabbits jogging around the location I used to think used to be just a mad factor to say no Larry i really like Ted how is it striking and hanging pleasant Larry hear every predicament here you consider you were looking for just a few rabbits across the location I do here that’s one in all my possess attempting fantasies i might like to have a couple of hundred rabbits jogging everywhere the location well latest your fortunate day we have now obtained numerous the things oh i am sorry tater will not be ready to take them why now not Larry I noticed the quit on the rabbits notion where it just appeared too a ways-fetched so I bought 12 Rottweilers alternatively make sure rabbits simplest i would be afraid to rock wireless would upset them yeah yes Larry I appreciate bye bye bye Ted oh you’re the dangerous dog don’t you look at me like that little one bad dog he can’t take the gravity’s acquired 12 Rottweilers hiya yeah yeah yeah sure Father proper yes Father we can see them as well Harry japanese the workplace is like Google it’s like some variety of plague a significant rabbit plague i’m wondering if God is punishing us for something perhaps it can be considering I said facta Bishop Brennan God if you happen to send on an epidemic of rabbits simply on account that you stated powerful Bishop Brennan suppose what he’ll do when he finds out about all of the cash you stole from that charity joking that money used to be just resting my account earlier than I moved it on this no it was once strictly a nonprofit making subsidiary ok the mornings are gone it adopted father Jack out of the room mind you I’ve always concept father Jack gave off a style of forty scent perhaps they think he’s some variety of rabid God excellent so if we are able to simply keep Jack out of the way however Bishop Brennan is coming to peer Jack no we are going to have to get rid of them in case you become aware of telepathy Jordan works the greyhound monitor oh yeah name me historic-fashioned but I opt for the more conventional Greyhound fulfilling Roberts method well it can be only a proposal i am tell you what how you gon supply Tom a name he perhaps competent to help us in calling for other no thanks no I’ve acquired 10 pounds driving on that little beauty over there come on Tom it can be simply us hello ma’am my dog tom is aware of about this variety of thing he’d aid hello hello Tom would you love some dewey’s i will be able to do your facility no thanks some other time lifestyles and i think you just a few rabbits for me sure within the auto why is it which worried stated what i’ll do again i don’t fear Lee simply mentioned you take so they connect them all collectively and put them someplace reliable or so he can run around and have a bit of a play so then the most likely nothing to worry about that is what my intellect is aa severe considering the fact that I established let’s get yours an awfully spectacular sword princess Keegan’s rabbit in gadget her within the combat yeah certain yeah i have been flexing right here this time I used to be just sincere like readies legs FL um Tom you realize i’m the phrase deal with anything sure sir good I recognize now that you simply intended that in the type of Al Pacino means I was once pondering extra along the traces of Julie Andrews i don’t wanna say that what fact i might no come on tell which you can never boils if you what no no come true I could run on down Amy van I consider we might higher be off what’s the predicament there side and also you now say kill it off at sorry about that Tom thanks verify it anyway don’t do the run rather spot i am definite it won’t occur once more it is higher no longer monks jogging about within the nude is the last thing that we want yes and as you can see we have established a brand new closed-circuit digital camera and and we now have brought a couple of modifications to Jack’s bed oh yeah sure now this is new isn’t it it can be combined with a spice it makes get away just about impossible and we also have these new pyjamas very easy to position on very have to get off so that’s the historical nudity sorted and you have got a rope i’d like to see him bite by means of that again so within the not likely event of him getting out now we have this monitoring device which will have to provide us an handy recapture after which that fee 50 kilos and might be you would get that again from the diocese simply your cheeks whats up then do not name me Len i am a bishop your grace is more right oh you’re nice correct so anyway another time i’m dragged far from my heat hearth to come and care for the forged of police academy ha ha ha you behave your self now jack you listen to me jack No would you adore a drink your pink eye a small one please thanks my gosh with us folder let’s get the glasses serious very so much mr.Solo software there you might be Bishop Brennan I idea I must inform you your car is parked on slide sure I know it is I talked to them myself it tires look a bit of flat I might supply them a bit of a blow-off for you on the pump no what kind of air do you generally put in them we now have ardently oh that’s all now we have sincerely and if you’re looking for the wipers i have them within the kitchen what it appears like they wanted a bit of wash the one difficulty is it I broke the part window even as I was snapping them off depart my chair by myself and don’t touch it again just one query your grace is your automobile diesel or petrol go away it by myself mrs. Doyle it’s just curiosity your grace diesel is rescissions correct so what’s to not comprehend not occur correct so was it do a terrible quantity of harm of eyeful petrolatum sure it will it will fully damage the vehicle’s engine good I certainly is not going to be doing that boys you must clock up a fair ancient mileage every year going around the diocese doing the historical Bishop kind of fairly relatively anyplace is my room good then yours the spare room your Grace’s it’s the primary on the correct fair enough yeah this lettuce oh no thanks I’ve already had some that you may say no relatively I imply this lettuce the place did it come from it you would not have rabbits to you oh yeah i do not like them in any respect I had an expertise as soon as with any person it wasn’t very fine they get right into a list with me and they began to nibble at my scape and and everything is are you will have without doubt nothing to fear about your grace no that is simply the place we am where we develop to – you you develop lettuce indoors in a cage it is safer you know i’m no one can steal asunder good loved it brightens up the room and coolant is that this that’s them caviar caviar sure well it is not daily we’ve got a bishop around so we’ve got helped me get the caviar out proper so what you’ve performed is you may have spread some caviar down there so i can get down on my arms and knees and ease off the ground yes what do you believe i’m obviously a pony run to my bed I just put them google toboni hahaha a particularly reliable head fear nothing bet it is just about like the variety of location you would not even consider of god I do not know oh that small room at the back of the kitchen the cold cellar I bought the shed no hope it’s no longer the shed come on Ted suppose about it the place’s the final place you’d believe I taught them well the final situation I think it is put them can be and would absolutely be Bishop Brennan’s room bingo pirated I put the bunnies in the last position he’d ever expect to seek out it in his own room he’d on no account appeared there you are quality you’re correct particularly fairly what is that this now I simply wouldn’t say the entire bishop thing their place yeah I mean you may have received to get various this I just wish to say good done I mean we’re taught someone from Limerick would get this bar all of the ones you studied inside the seminary all of the other priests they they ought to be feeling lovely ailing on the second they must be watching on the television and long past cut how did that quite it you trap me you are busy nevertheless it’s now not it’s me no person eivol mentioned you’ve gotten a style of a bishop iere about your self i know I similar to to claim can i shake our hand good performed fairly commit to me I hate you so all that suggests without doubt nothing to me maintain on downstairs what occurred would you consider I just fell down the stairs there where are you might be you injured I have no idea why a bit of twinge all right my arm I can not transfer and if you need somebody to name an ambulance i know I think it’s just now not here for a whilst that is in general the high-quality factor for me now we are retired for the rest yeah then oh oh did see a documentary about the Russian i know who the top is atomic bomb to take action much damage i will bed clearly i am alright speak up and discover thank then you discover a rabbit What did he say don’t look I gotta inform you i am he name me on the other hand you deal with me by my correct title you little bollocks man Brennan what is he on about now huh god knows what the opposite now not now doing at the aegis i am nonetheless asking mr.Bishop finds out you’re omit bliss we are going first white I similar to to move to the toilet the entire other toys within the house are damaged it can be simply quantity one i do not work at all oh I needed that but there is no bathroom in here God John where are they they may be not in there we’re gonna recognize that could be a completely rabbit free area well I certainly put them in there Ted wait a minute Jack’s room maybe the scent of them and have to see him one last time suppose you perhaps putting that in a somewhat over romantic approach Duggal book good guess come on protect over your correct keep them right here how do they get in essentially the most erotic no rabbit well we’ve got student shifts get them out the husband’s a long way away of constructive why cannot we simply leave them here in view that Dougal my nerves are shot I will not be equipped to relax unless the only rabbits left is the one sitting to your head working the controls copper’s is aware of more in here seem at this one we look like that fella and harvey keitel completely satisfied content material long gone Google how might a rabbit seem like God Almighty anyway do many sorts of men and women things like that hey the monies are gone oh god the place’s Jackie oh my god not the bishops rope come on do it do not bet perhaps which you could come on come on only a dangerous dream you’re best you

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