#yes we said we were gonna focus on demons but

[thealtoduck]

Well, fuck me… on a magic altar

Garfield Logan x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, bottom!Reader, top!Gar, anal sex, virgininty loss, missionary position, magic sex ritual, unprotected sex, friends with benefits (… kinda)…

Part 1 & Part 2…

Summary: Rachel needs your and Gar’s help to seal away a demon but the process of doing it is rather heated…

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You were working your regular shift in Madame Xanadu’s parlor, it was only 2 hours left until closing. There wasn’t a lot of business that day so you sat behind the reception reading a magazine. The bell over the door rang making you look up as Rachel and Gar came over towards you.

”Hey guys, what’s up?” you said casually, closing your magazine. Rachel looked awkwardly towards Gar for help but Gar looked just as lost on what to do. ”Y/n, uhm- there is no way to make this easy so i’m just gonna say it” Rachel warned.

”Y/n, i need you to have sex with Gar” Rachel blurted out.

”Get out of my parlor! What kind of establishment do you think we’re running here?” you stated shocked.

”Y/n, you don’t understand, i need you and Gar to have sex on a magic altar to seal away a demon” Rachel tried.

”I’m sorry, what did you just say…?” you asked still just as confused.

”Okay, Y/n, listen! There is this magic evil demon who was sealed away in a magic prison 5000 years ago in a magic temple. Every 100 years you need to do a ritual to keep him locked in, the ritual includes having virgin get their virginty taken on the altar inside the magic temple, that’s why we need you” Rachel explained fully.

You turned to Gar and said seriously ”Bro… you told her i’m a virgin… not cool”. ”Sorry, it was urgent” Gar apologised. ”Y/n focus! Are you in or not?” Rachel questioned in a panic, banging her fist down on the counter. ”Will you at least buy me dinner first?” you asked. Rachel looked like she was about to kill you before Gar cut in saying ”Of course we will”.

”Okay sick, let’s go” you said and picked up your jacket. You then walked in to Madame Xanadu’s fortune telling room, where she was shuffling a deck of cards with magic and said ”Hey, Madame Xanadu?”. ”Yes, dear?” she said looking up from her cards.

”I’m gonna have to leave early, Rachel and Gar are taking me to somekind of temple so Gar can can take my virginity to keep a demon imprisoned” you explained. Madame Xanadu didn’t flinch at the statement, only uttering a small ”Has it already been a hundered years, huh? Wow, time flies”. Before saying a quick ”Alright have fun”.

The three of you left stopping at a fast food place to get you and Gar some food. You three then made your way in to an alley where Rachel opened a portal that you all went through. On the other side you stepped out to a magnificent stone temple.

Intricate carvings were all along the walls and pillars. Torches were spread along the walls, tons of candles had been lit around the big stone altar table which was waiting for you and Gar. ”There’s the altar, when you’re ready just get up on it and do your thing” Rachel explained drawing a chalk circle around it.

”I guess i’ll just leave you to it then, good luck” Rachel said and re-opened the portal and went through, once it closed you and Gar were left alone. It didn’t hit you how awkward the whole thing was until now, when Rachel was there it had felt like you were doing your part in saving the world.

Now that it was just you and Gar the whole thing felt a lot more personal. Sure, you and Gar had been flirty and had cuddled a little in the past but you weren’t boyfriends or even dating. The two of you sat down on the temple floor in silence and ate your food.

”How are you feeling?” Gar asked caringly nudging your leg. You took a sip from your soda and answered ”Just trying to absorb the whole thing, i’m gonna be completely honest this is not how i imagined losing my virginity”.

Gar let out a small chuckle. ”Are you fine with you know… it being with me?” he asked. ”Yeah, i’d rather it be with someone i know and trust” you answered making Gar smile and say ”I promise i’ll try to make it special for you”. The two of you finished your fast food dinner and stood up.

”So… where do we begin…?” you asked awkwardly. ”How about…” Gar started and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, the action made your cheeks heat up. Gar then led you in to the chalk circle Rachel had drawn out and you sat down on the edge of the stone altar.

You took of your jacket and threw it aside, Gar stood himself between your spead legs and you and Gar started shyly making out, Gar letting you get a feel for it. His lips were delicate to yours making a quiet moan escape your mouth. Gar ran his hands on your thighs massaging them lightly.

You put your arms around his neck as your make out grew more heated. Once you pulled your lips apart, Gar looked at you with loving eyes. He wanted to make you feel good so you could remember it with joy despite the circumstances.

”Can you help me undress?” you asked him he nodded and got down on one knee. He started by taking off your shoes and socks, he then took of his own, he then stood up again. You unbuttoned your pants and Gar helped you pull them down your legs.

Gar then removed his hoodie and t-shirt revealing his slim athletic physique. You put your fingers against his chest trailing them lightly over his skin. You moved further up on the altar as Gar took of his own pants leaving him in his boxers.

The two of you sat on the altar making out, Gar lifted your shirt and helped you remove it. You had expected the big temple room to feel cold and drafty to your skin, but the many lit candles around the altar and spread through the room made it warm and cozy almost like being next to a fire place.

Gar helped you lay down on the altar which felt chilly at first touch to your back making you let out a small gasp, Gar noticed and picked up his shirt laying it down under you as a small blanket. ”Is that better?” he asked. ”Yeah” you said.

Gar positioned himself on top of you as you made out in your underwear, your bulges rubbing softly against each other for the first time. Both your cocks had grown hard in anticipation what was about to happen between the two of you.

You broke your lips from Gar and whispered ”I’m ready”. Gar nodded and uttered a small ”Okay”. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your boxers and Gar gently pulled them down, revealing your untouched manhood to him. Once your boxers were fully of he threw them aside.

He then tugged of his own underwear revealing his hung dick. Gar climbed off the altar and rumaged through his bag eventually picking up a bottle of lube. He then came back, he sat on his knees and spread your legs revealing your virgin ass for him, your face heated up as he did.

Gar noticed you had grown a bit nervous and he looked you in the eyes. ”You’re so beautiful” he said genuinely he then leaned down placing a kiss on your upper chest. He trailed kisses down your body until he eventually placed one on your dick making it twitch in excitement.

”I gonna stretch you out now, okay?” he let you know. You gave him an approving nodd and he poured some lube in his hand spreading it on his finger. He lifted your legs revealing your tight virgin hole to him, then his first finger made contact making you let out a light gasp as his lube slicked finger penetrated you.

The new feeling made you let out quiet moan. Gar studied your face for signs of discomfort but you were taking it so well. ”You’re doing so good, Y/n” he praised lightly as his finger was all the way inside you. He slowly moved his finger in and out of you until he felt he could add another finger.

He kept stretching you out until he had added a third finger and worked you open. He then removed his fingers from your ass making sure to pull out slowly. ”Are you ready?” Gar asked softly. ”Yeah” you confirmed taking his hand yours and placing a kiss on it.

Gar then spread lube over his cock and aligned himself with your hole and slowly started pushing in to your virgin heat. You gripped Gar’s arm, squeezing it as Gar slowly filled your ass with his cock. ”Your taking me so well Y/n” Gar whispered encouragingly.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he gave you time to adjust to him as he placed kisses on your cheek and whispered praises in your ear. After a while you told him ”You can start moving”. ”Okay” Gar nodded and slowly started pulling out before softly pushing back in.

Gar was completely stuffed inside but the previous pain had turned to pleasure as Gar rhythmically moved in and out of your tightness. You and Gar started hungrily making out once more, both your moans in pleasure echoing through the temple room

Your shared body heat created beads of sweat on your foreheads and gave your naked bodies a light sheen in the candle light. The carvings along the walls had started glowing white, probably a sign that the magic ritual had begun.

You wondered if the demon could see you get deflowered for the purpose of sealing him away. ”Gar, fuck your big” you moaned as his gentle thrusts filled you up. ”That’s right baby” Gar said with a cocky smile.

You hands pressed against Gar’s pecs, this action made Gar release a loud moan. He was in ecstasy as your tight virgin hole was squeezed around his large cock. ”Such a perfect ass” Gar praised, he wanted to bring you to the same kind of pleasure he felt.

He did his best to thrust deeper in to you without going to hard wanting to stay gentle for your first time. It worked as his length grazed against your prostate making you let out a sudden moan.

His sudden action made your orgasm quickly approach making you brain go foggy from . ”Gar, I’m gonna- I’m gonn-!” you moaned but couldn’t finish as you shot ropes of cum over yourself and Gar’s abs. The sight of your cum covered self made Gar wanna go wild.

He did is best to contain the beast from erupting from within him and taking you like a common bitch. You and Gar kissed and he said gently ”I’m close”. As he plowed himself in to you the feeling of your walls clenching around him drove him over the edge.

With one last pump in your now loose virgin hole, Gar groaned loudly as his cock erupted filling you with his warm load, his seed staining your innocence forever. Both of you panted heavily as your hot and sweaty bodies tangeled together letting you both catch your breath.

The glowing white walls created a large flash of white signifying the rituals completion. Your body felt shaky as you tried to move, Gar let you sit on the edge of the altar as he helped you get dressed again. ”Did it feel good?” he wondered.

”Yeah” you answered dreamily not having fully snapped back to reality yet, this made Gar smile. ”Was- Was i good?” you found yourself asking. Gar cupped your cheeks and said ”You were perfect” and he placed a loving kiss on your lips.

Once you both were fully dressed Rachel soon emerged through a portal to pick you up. She understandingly didn’t ask a lot more questions than ”Did it go well?” and a ”Feeling okay?” directed towards you. She opened a portal that led to right outside your apartment building and you all walked through.

Gar then turned to Rachel saying ”Can we have a moment?”. Rachel nodded understandingly and gave the two of you some privacy. ”Look i know this whole thing wasn’t ideal so i wanted to ask you out on real date to you know make up for it” Gar said.

You smirked and said jokingly ”Really? This was all i could have possibly wanted” making Gar chuckle. You continued ”I will however take you up on that date offer, how about sometime next week?”. Gar nodded and said ”Sure, i’ll text you later with a date”. ”Okay” you nodded and you pulled each other in to a hug. Gar gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before letting go.

You waved him and Rachel goodbye as they entered another portal taking them home. You then on shaky legs made your way in to your apartment building, dreaming about you future date with Gar.

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[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (2)

It's a double feature! Here take it! Take Chapter 2!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of sexual activity?

Genre: Angst?

Word Count: 3.8K

2. Freaky Face

“You’re a deer!” Was the first thing she said in response

“Indeed I am, darling. Though most tend not to mention it.”

“That’s cool!”

Alastor’s smile grew wider at her child-like reaction “Why thank you.” was all he said

“So what’s your name, you cutie patootie?” Charlie interjected, lovely as ever “We gotta have your name if you’re gonna stay here!”

“My name? It’s…” she stared at herself in the mirror, thinking of what she was now. She was different, yet felt the same. “My name is Voe.” A mix of the old and the new. “Yeah, Voe.”

“Amazing! Love it! Now let’s get you settled, Voe!”

Charlie had felt the need to show her absolutely everything, including the floors that she wouldn’t be staying on. The room she would be staying in was on the 9th floor. The room was equipped with a bed, a small closet, and a full bathroom, including a tub and a shower. She spoke very fast and very much. She spoke about everything. It got to a point that Voe started to tune her out. Her voice became background noise as she studied the patterns and pictures on the walls, wondering how she had the time to do this with every new guest that came to the hotel. Vaggie and Alastor had decided to join them as well, however they were not speaking. She examines the girlfriends’ faces. Charlie had her arms open and was gesturing around quickly, and her eyes were wide and alert, while Vaggie’s eye was somewhat lidded, and her arms were focused inward. Her eye was only focused on either Charlie or the floor. Voe concluded that Charlie was the bright and friendly one, whereas Vaggie was the more standoffish one. 

Alastor though…she could not get as much of a read on him because he chose to stay at the back of the group, and she couldn’t exactly get a clear look a him without very conspicuously turning her head. What she had seen of him that she could picture was his lankiness and his large sharp smile. His smile was constantly in place with only slight deviations between moments. In the time she’d had to look at him, his smile did not budge. 

“And that’s the end of the tour. Any questions?” Charlie beamed at the doe

“Um, so you have like magic right?”

“Well, yes…but I meant questions about the hotel-“ the princess mumbled under her breath

“Can you fix my glasses?” Voe pulls the cracked frames out of her pocket, the lenses gone and legs off-kilter. Charlie leans down and examines them.

“I don’t know, but I’m sure Alastor can help!”

Alastor blinks as if he’s just been brought back down to reality “Hmm?”

Voe turns to him “Can you fix my glasses?” She asks in a flat tone

“Of course!” He puts his hand out and she places the frames in them. Green and black energy starts circling the frames and they pop up as good as new

“Nice!” She takes the frames back and looks at them

“Aww, I’m so sorry! You were walking around here blind and I didn’t even notice!”

“Well, I actually don’t need them,” She smiles “I can see just fine. But I like to have them,” she places the glasses on her face. 

“Oh,” Charlie’s eyes widen as she turns to her partner

Voe turns back to Alastor, who is grinning absentmindedly. She stares at him for a moment before his pupils move down to focus on her

“Did you need something else, my dear?”

She cocks her head “No…” she drags the word out, slowly turning away from him

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Voe laid on her back in the bed of the hotel room that Charlie had shown her. What does it mean to be redeemed? How would she know when she was? Or if she was?

There were a lot of things she didn’t know, but what she did know for sure was that she would definitely go stir-crazy if she was kept in this room with nothing for her to do. She left the hotel room and sauntered down to the front desk where Charlie and Vaggie were standing and having a conversation

“So…Charlie!” She interrupts them with a wave “Would it be possible for you to give me money? Because I think that it would make my path to redemption a whole lot easier if I had a phone, a camera, and a laptop.”

“Hmm, I guess that’s true.” 

“Wait wait!” Vaggie stepped in “How is that essential to your redemption?”

“Because…” Voe drags out her words, looking for something to say “It gives me something to do. I personally feel that if I’m being productive, I will be a much better person. You know, instead of feeling awful about myself because I’m just sitting in bed all day.” She glances at Charlie, whose eyes turn sad

“I don’t know about Charlie just giving out money.”

“Oh nonsense! Charlie loves giving out money! She talked about it on the tour!” 

“I did! I do!” Charlie drops a stack of cash into Voe’s open palms

“Amazing, great. You’re the best!” She called to Charlie as she was on her way out the door.

When she returned, she had a plethora of bags. About 10, 5 in each hand. She’d developed the skill of carrying lots of bags in life, and luckily for her, it became easier in death.

“Geez! How much fucking shit did you buy?” A tall and thin white spider. Voe’s jaw dropped when she saw him, she run’s over bringing the bags with her

“Oh my gosh! You’re so beautiful! And you look social! Hi, I’m Voe!” she waves at him

He sits up and smiles “Well thank you. Finally, someone’s appreciatin’ my good looks! And the name’s Dust. Angel Dust.” he does sparkly fingers over his face

“Angie ya bitch! How gay can you be?” A sexy Cyclops woman with a crop top, ripped jeans, a boot, and a flat.

“How much of a whore can you be?” Angel says with a smirk

“I’m a whore?” She laughs, punching him in the shoulder

“Yeah, I do it for pay!”

The Cyclops woman punches him a few more times before noticing Voe “She’s still standing there,” she whispers to him. He looks back over to the doe.

“Welcome to the Hotel! Wait, what I am doin’ I don’t work here.” Angel slinks back down, the length of his body taking up the entirety of the couch.

“Hi, you’re sexy. I’m Voe! What’s your name?” She asks to the Cyclops

“Cherri Bomb…nice to meet you.” She looks a bit apprehensive before turning to the deer. She sits next to Angel, lifting his legs and letting them lay over her lap. He sits up and removes his legs

“Do y’all have Sinstagram? This is mine.” She shows Angel Dust her phone

“Voe the Bee-ow?”

“It’s pronounced like ‘bow’. It’s rhymes!”

“Oh.” Angel looks towards Cherri, silently asking for her to save “That’s nice.”

“Well, we’re gonna go,” She leans down to whisper to Angel “I got some wicked LSD, we can forget whatever the fuck that was”

“Aw Cherri, you know I’m tryna get off that stuff,”

“Alright stay then. Stay here ya’ lousy bitch!”

He scrambles to get up “I’m still comin’”

Cherri and Angel speedwalk out the hotel doors, leaving Voe on the couch alone. They were nice. She thought.

Technically, Voe did ask Charlie for money to get a laptop, a camera, and a smartphone. However, Charlie, being so nice, gave Voe way more than she needed for everything, so she also decided to make some stops at other stores, to get things like a tripod, a ringlight, and maybe some clothes. She set up all her electronics, making sure that the ringlight was in the right place to highlight her best features, and then pressed record.

“Hey, I’m Voe the Beau and I’m here to give you all my opinions on things such as makeup, beauty trends, and technology! Today I’ll start by showing you my outfit hall from today.”

She tried on dresses, blouses, shirts, pants, leggings, and shoes all for the camera, making comments about every single one.

“Now I love the pattern and length on this blouse, but the trimmings make it look like I’m about to go churn some butter,” she chuckles and snorts “and some of these shirts are not ear-friendly. So if you have ears at the top of your head like me,” she points to her ears “Then watch out. Maybe avoid this brand?” Voe zeroes in on the tag “Sinners’eye? Yeah, don’t shop there if you have ears like mine. The hats they sell don’t even have holes in them! So non-inclusive! Also by the way does anyone know a brand or store that sells satin bonnets with ear holes? Because it is incredibly uncomfortable to sleep with my ears covered. I feel like I’m deaf! Or at least like anybody can come into my room without me knowing, like shit! I will say that the shoes come with a hooves-friendly warranty which is great, not for me personally, because I don’t have hooves. No sir, I traded that for this big black schnoz.” She points to her nose. While trying on another dress, she tells the camera “I kinda dig having a tail.” She yanked on it with a bit of force on camera “I’m like a dangerous furry” she growled jokingly with bared claws. She stands directly in front of the lens once more ”I’m thinking of trying makeup next for my video, comment some brands that you think I should try. For makeup, clothes, or tech. I’m Voe the Beau, so let me know!” She wiggles her fingers as a goodbye and gets up to stop recording. 

After sitting in silence for a moment. Voe gets up to retrieve the camera. After connecting it to her computer, she turns it on and sees herself. 

“Hey everybody! My name is Voe! Ugh no. Hey, what up motherfuckers! Ugh, what? That’s way too tryhard. My GOSH, let me just do it.”

She turns on presses record again and suddenly she’s live. 

“Hey, what up Pentagram City? Y’all can call me Voe the Beau, and I’m here to tell y’all what’s Gucci and what needs to go kablooey! As you can see I love rhyming ha ha!” Is heard from demon’s smartphones, tablets, and computers. She hadn’t exactly been expecting zero views, but she definitely wasn’t expecting to get around 1,000 on her first live. 

What can I say? I really am that bitch. 

“So I just got down here to Hell and let me just say, why do we just fall out of the sky into concrete with no idea where we are or what we’re doing? I can goddamn guarantee you that the souls that go to Heaven don’t have to go through that! There’s no welcome committee or nothing. Nothing to ease you in, and I’m like ‘damn’! It’s like getting rammed in the ass with a cactus. And why is everything red? I swear the sky is red, the buildings are red, everyone wears red, or like shades and accents of it. It’s like the only color you see around here is red. I, myself am partial to the color pink. Specifically hot pink, as you can see from the fabulous outfit that I have on right now. Do you guys want to see my outfit? Of course, you do.”

She pushes her chair back and stands in front of the camera, showing off her hot pink blouse and black pants with hot pink wedges.

“I adore these shoes. Do y’all like my shoes? I got them from Sinnera’eye, but beware to all you cats and rabbits, and other animals with ears on your head they don’t carry clothes for you. You can see my full review in the video I’m going to upload later!”

Words begin scrolling up the screen and Voe leans into her laptop to read them.

“Who am I? Well, I’m Voe! I said that at the start. Someone needs a lesson in paying attention. And as you’ll come to learn-I am that bitch Any other questions? How old am I? I’m 27 and like I said, I just got down here to Hell.”

Oh Christ Gen Z is dying now

Do you guys think she’s in Hell ‘cuz she’s gay?

Are you gay?

“Yes, bitch I’m gay as fuck! I love me some pussy! I could eat that shit day in and day out. It’s my favorite snack!”

Is that your real name?

Are you Italian?

“As far as you need to know, yes that’s my name. And no I’m not Italian, I’m blickity Black!”

Does this bitch even know the difference between race and nationality?

“Yes, I know the fucking difference! I wasn’t fucking done. Slut!” She shoots back at the commenter “I just wanted to let y’all know that! No misconceptions. ‘Cuz people used to say I was Hispanic or something all the time when I was alive, and I sure as fuck ain’t letting y’all whores do it!”

Her voice is heard from many devices in Hell, including some in the hotel. Demons are crashing into walls or falling down the stairs from the sheer captivation of her sound and her image.

“So I’m staying at the Hazbin Hotel, run by Charlie...? Charlie something, she ain’t say her last name. And she is cute as fuck. Charlie is so adorable, she’s so light and bubbly and I’m like that could never be me.” She cackles into the camera “Running a Hotel of a bunch of ungrateful ass bitches, could never be me! She got a girlfriend too. Her name’s Vaggie! She is so pretty, honestly, they are both mad cute and they cute together. I’m not gonna break them up like I used to do to people. Hmm? She’s the what? Princess? Holy shit, Charlie’s a Princess? Lucifer? That motherfucker’s real? I need to meet him. Is he hot?”

While walking down the halls a certain facility manager of this hotel seems a bit put off by the lack of people that are running at the sheer sight of him, only to discover that they are glued to their devices. He rolls his eyes. Demons don’t know true entertainment anymore. Back in his day, whole towns used to gather around the radios and listen to what stories the hosts were about to spin. Now everyone’s addicted to these miniature picture boxes that rot their brains even faster than the real thing.

Although walking past these wayward souls had the Radio Demon’s ears pricked at a certain sound. A certain voice. He halts his pursuit to listen from afar.

“Apparently, I’m a doe which is super sick, and I’m the only one that I’ve seen for the few days that I’ve been here. But there’s a stag here with me. Well, not with me, but like-“ the voice pauses “No, here at the hotel. Huh? He’s like tall and really thin. Nah like lanky, bruh.” she laughs “It’s not bad! I didn’t even say anything mean! Yeah, yeah, yeah. And he’s got on a bunch of red, with little antlers on his head. Yeah, he’s got ears on top of his head, it looks like hair, but it’s ears. A doe knows.”

Alastor could hear the smugness in her voice. Who was she to be discussing him on her pathetic technological picture box? Who was she at all?

“Yeah! He’s got this big ass grin all the time.”

The comments start flooding in much quicker than before.

That’s the Radio Demon!

You’re there with the RADIO DEMON

THE RADIO DEMON DIDN’T KILL YOU?

the radio demon isn’t even all that i heard he got his ass kicked 

FUCK THE RADIO DEMON!!!!!!!!11!!!!1!!!!11!

“The Radio Demon..? Huh? This guy said his name was Alastor”

THAT’S THE RADIO DEMON

THAT’S HIS NAME 

OMGGGGGGG!!!1!!1!1!!1!!!!!!!

“Oh. So Alastor is the Radio Demon? Why ya call him that?” 

Alastor’s grin grows knowing that his reputation is still intact and keeps on his merry way. Still wondering why this girl felt the need to bring him up at all. Still, he would find that all out in due time.

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Charlie had asked for all the residents to be down at 8:30 in the morning, which is a disgusting time to expect people to be awake and ready to interact with people. So Voe came down at 9, even that was pushing it.  All the other demons were already down, so Voe commanded all the attention when she strutted in like a celebrity.

“Sorry to be late, but 8 AM is ridiculous.” She plops down on one of the couches

“That’s okay!” Charlie reassured her “We just finished breakfast and now we’re doing the first activity of the day!”

Angel points to one of the plates on the table “There’s still toast.” He glances back down at the plate, “Oop, well there’s crust.” Niffty runs by and grabs the plate “Never mind.”

“It’s fine, I don’t need to eat.”

“Huh, I guess you don’t” Angel returns to his phone.

“All right, everyone!” Charlie tries to get their attention “Everyone! Oh gosh, we’ve never had this many guests before” she whispers to Vaggie. She gets slightly louder. “Everyone! We’re just about to get started, okay so everyone listen up, please!” Everyone lowers their volume, though some, including Voe, remain distracted by their phones. The click-clacking of dress shoes is heard descending the stairs, everyone turns their heads to see Alastor approaching the parlor.

“Alastor! You’re just in time for our first activity of that day!” Charlie smiles widely at the red demon

“Oh? So it appears I’m early..” He turns on his heels and retreats back up the staircase.

“Oooo-kay! So, we’re going to go around and introduce ourselves and say one interesting thing you did while you were alive!

Ugh. Voe always hated these when she was alive. It’s always so nerve-wracking to think about. What do other people find interesting? She could never figure it out! They went all the way around, from demons talking about how they’ve hosted the 7’o clock news, to catching butterflies, to fucking 5 bitches in the same night.

“I tried Heroin for the first time and then died.” Angel offered

“You only tried it once before dying?”

“Well, I’d already done a bunch of drugs that day, but when my friend came with the horse, I knew I had to try it! Then I died.” 

“No way! I died with an actual horse! It kicked me in the ribs!”

“This is going great! Not exactly what I had planned but this working Vaggie!” Charlie is filled to the brim with excitement 

“No one gives a fuck about your horse,” Angel responded. “I was talking about heroin.”

“I know…” the girl said, sounding disappointed

“What?”

“Why can’t I make any friends?”

“You’re up new girl,” Angel gestured to Voe, who sat in silence for a moment, still pondering on what to say. She started sweating from all the pressure of the eyes being on her and her being unprepared. She couldn’t think of anything, at all. All that she could remember was her little sexcapades. She was rich of course, she had done cool things, so why couldn’t she remember any of them?

“Hey,” Angel Dust interrupted her thoughts after what seemed like forever “Weren’t you on live yesterday?”

Voe’s demeanor brightens up “Oh, yeah! I’m guessing you caught it?”

“Yeah, I caught that live too!” another demon chimed in, soon the majority of the room was buzzing about her live. Voe beamed at being able to speak on something she was prepared for.

“So you into Freaky Face or something?”

“Angel! Don’t just assume things!” Charlie butt in, also interested in the live

“I’m sorry, Freaky Face?”

“Alastor.” The whole room responded to her

Voe shakes her head quickly, “Oh no no no. I was just commenting on the fact that he’s the only deer I’ve seen besides myself.”

“Mhmm, I guess you could say mating season is open.”

“Ha! That was funny ‘mating season’” said the horse girl, to which Angel responded with a blank stare

“He’s good-looking! I can’t be the only one that thinks that. I am not the only one that thinks that. Stop making me look crazy!”

“No one even said anything,”

“Actually mating season for deer is between October and December” Voe interjects

“Well,” Charlie tries to take charge of the conversation “Alastor is a very nice-looking male.”

Vaggie speaks from behind her girlfriend “He’s…okay. But did we forget that he’s a vicious overlord who not only owns many souls but is a psychopathic, deal-making, mass-murdering cannibalistic monster?”

“Really? But he’s like…” Voe trails off, making gestures with her hands

“Like what?” Angel Dust probes

“Like,” she thinks “Cute.” some of the demons are taken aback by her claim

“You think Alastor is ‘cute’?” Vaggie questioned, hands on her hips and full of skepticism. 

“Yeah,” Voe shrugged “Like, it’s giving…stuffed animal. Or like a pet dog”

“Nah she hasn’t seen all the creepy shit he’s done around here yet. That opinion’ll disappear real soon.” Angel Dust took a swig of his drink “Don’t say that shit to him!” he laughs to himself.

“What is… ‘it’s giving’?” Charlie asked innocently 

“Ugh.” Voe slapped her hand on her forehead “It’s just… I don’t know like, that’s a vibe.”

“Vibe?” 

“It’s just the feeling you get from someone or something,” she shakes her head “I forgot y’all are ancient.”

“Wait, so what do you think of him though?” Angel questioned point-blank

“I don’t think anything about him, I don’t know him.”

“So why’d you talk about him during your live?”

“I don’t know, because he’s a buck! That’s literally it!”

“Mhmm.” Angel takes another swig

“Wait, are you shipping us just because we’re both deer?” Voe looks confused

“I’m so glad that you all feel a sense of community!” said Charlie, after having clearly lost control of the conversation. Vaggie tapped her shoulder to tell her to just give it up. Most demons were just talking amongst themselves at this point, including Angel Dust and Voe, when the very demon they spoke about made his appearance once again.

“I hope that I’m actually on time now.” Alastor stands just outside the parlor, as the demons are instantly quiet in the presence of a supposedly cruel overlord. He had all the eyes in the room on him, saying nothing.

“Well, Alastor we just finished our activity.”

“Wonderful, so I am on time!” He glances at the clock above the fireplace “Well, I have errands to run.”

“You literally just got down here,” Vaggie spoke with annoyance in her tone

“And now I literally have to leave. Best of luck chums!” He exits the hotel and the air is filled with noise again. Voe stares after him. She didn’t notice before that he had a radio filter on his voice. Was that natural or on purpose? 

“Whatcha lookin’ at toots?” he whispers in her ear

Voe looks back at him “Oh, um nothing.”

“Uh huh, maybe you’re not so weird,” he tops off his drink

“Thanks?”

#headcanon #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin angel dust #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #hazbin hotel oc #original character #black oc #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel fanfiction #radio demon #alastor #black queer #original female character #oc fanfiction #eventual smut #black protagonist #black writers

[wolfmoonmusic]

Calloused Hearts - 5

Summary: Hiding feelings is hard...but apparently, not for Kaz.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Tidemaker!reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, mentions of death

w/c: 1.k

A/N: This one is kinda short but it's like a build-up chapter for the main stuff.

<prev chapter

Chapter 5:

“How are we going to find him? He could be anywhere in Ketterdam. Anywhere,” Jesper said, worry in his voice as he paced the room.

“Jesper if you’re not quiet, you will be the one who goes missing next,” Kaz warned.

Once Jesper had revealed that Wylan was missing, the 3 of you had found the others and were currently in Wylan’s room. 

Everyone was exhausted, and Jesper’s panic wasn’t helping anyone focus.

You sighed, “Kaz, calm down,” you said,turning your head to look at him. The relationship between the both of you had shifted significantly after your little moment in the office, and you found him standing not more than an arm’s distance away ever since.

He only gave you a blank stare, before resuming his inspection of the room. You looked to Jesper, ignoring everyone’s confused looks, and Nina’s amused one, as you gestured for him to follow you outside.

“What?” he asked the second you both were out. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. You couldn’t help but feel guilty for Wylan’s disappearance considering that Pekka was most probably counting on a trade off.

“If you think this is your fault, I can be the first to assure you, it’s not.”

“Yes it is. And you know it.”

Jesper sighed, looking down. You tried to meet his eyes,  “Jes.”

“I won’t lie, Wylan was taken to be used against us for you, but it’s not because of you,” he responded, looking straight into your eyes, with his tired ones.

You couldn’t help but nod, knowing arguing wouldn’t change anything. He shook his head, “I need a drink,” he said before walking past you. You watched him leave, disappointment crawling up in your chest. He didn’t deserve this. None of them did. 

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Kaz was a mess. 

Would he ever admit it? No. 

Last night had left him feeling so many emotions that he couldn’t process them. At this point, he didn’t know if he wanted to. He wasn’t sure of the outcome and he didn’t like anything he wasn’t sure of. 

You were back. And as much as he had tried to convince himself that you weren’t the same person….you were. You were still Y/N L/N, his best friend. Especially after seeing you nearly flinch when Jesper had put his arm around your shoulder, he realized that he may not have been the only one that went through for 6 six years. Even Dirtyhands couldn’t stay mad at you after that.

And Jesper….he was gonna kill him. 

You were Kaz’s. 

And Jesper was hell bent on messing with that. At least,  it seemed so.

Kaz didn’t know if you felt the same way he did. If your heart raced everytime he was close. 

If he made all the demons seem more bearable. 

The way you did for him.

And as if just thinking about you was enough to bring you forth, you were standing next to him, staring at Wylan’s empty bed. 

“You think they did it here too?” you asked. 

Anyone else would’ve thought you were trying to make light of the situation. But Kaz wasn’t anyone. Your tone was off, a sliver of fear and anger tucked away under the disguise of a joke.

He just turned to look at you, your tired eyes already on him. He lifted a single eyebrow, causing you to let out a small laugh, the raging emotions in him multiplying rapidly. 

There was a tense silence after, both of you just staring at the empty room in front.

“Kaz-”

“We talked about this.”

“Kaz, what if he decides to kill Wylan if I’m not turned over? What then? Imagine Jesper’s state. Imagine everyone’s state,” you pleaded.

You were right. Kaz hated it.

Pekka wanted a trade off, and if he didn’t get one, the chances of him killing Wylan were high. 

But he couldn’t trade you off. Not now. He’d just gotten you back. Just the thought of losing you again, and this time in the hands of the very man that had ruined his life, made Kaz want to murder him with his bare hands. 

“No.”

“Kaz-”

“NO!” he yelled. “You don’t get it.”

“You would trade Wylan’s life for me?” you asked.

Kaz watched the fear and confusion in your eyes as the question hit him hard. 

The truth? He would. Maybe not Wylan’s life, but he would definitely not stay this calm if it was you in his place. Because you were so much more to him than family. Without you there was no him. No Kaz. You were the only thing that made him Kaz Rietveld. You were the only thing that made him human.

But he couldn’t say it. He couldn’t admit how much you meant to him. Not then. Not now.

“No.”

And he swore he saw hurt flicker in your eyes.

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Nina was having the time of her life.

Was she upset about Wylan? Of course!

But whatever was going between you and Kaz was keeping her mind too preoccupied. She knew Jesper had all the details, but what kind of a person would she be if she asked him at a time like this.

She’d felt the rise in heartbeats. The little jumps whenever you both looked at each other.

She loved the slow burn romance of it all. But knowing what you both felt for each other and watching the obliviousness of it all…she swore she would have to end up nearly killing one of you to get the truth out.

She watched as you abruptly left Wylan’s room, running upstairs.

But most of all, she felt your fast, steady heartbeat.

You were up to something. 

And it didn’t seem like something good.

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[its-your-mind]

so yes, orv did permanently and fundamentally shift my personal perspective of the world, specifically my role in it as a storyteller and an observer and a friend and a mentor and a child and an adult and a victim and someone in power and and and. it also made me feel the broadest spectrum of human emotion. I could probably spend years thinking about it and never fully understand everything it made me feel and all the personal and philosophical thoughts it made me think.

unfortunately if I think about it too hard for too long I find myself teetering on the cliff’s edge of a depressive episode and have to shut my media-analysis brain down so I don’t fall back into that particular black hole. after I finished it my brain fully shut down and did not come fully back online for 3-4 months I shit you not I finished it in October of last year and my emotional state has only just recovered.

it was one of the most devastating endings to a book I’ve ever read. It was perfect and beautiful. It was whatever the opposite of catharsis is. I’ve never been more filled with hope and awe. I’ve never been so desperately sad and hopeless. no I am not able to comprehend how that works either. see what I said above re: the cliff’s edge.

see the thing is it would have been FINE if shing-song had fucking WARNED ME that they were gonna make me FEEL EVERYTHING EVER about the human experience from EVERY ANGLE and then RIP OFF A SHEET AND REVEAL THAT THE STORY WAS A FUCKING MIRROR THIS WHOLE TIME. AND PROCEEDED TO BEAM ALL MY ATTENTION AND LOVE AND EMOTION I POURED INTO THIS STORY OVER A PERIOD OF LITERAL WEEKS OF SUSTAINED FOCUS STRAIGHT BACK AT ME IN THE SPAN OF 0.2 SECONDS LIKE A FUCKING ARCHIMEDES LASER.

ahem. anyways. that would be the uh. cliff’s edge. we will be walking away from it now.

anyway it’s the book with the two trench coat Korean dudes who beat Inventers-Of-Yaoi Spirk in the Yaoi Tournament Bracket it has badass ladies AND cringefail ones AND transgender allegories AND giant monsters and gods and demons and kids and magic and space and dimensions and time shenanigans it’s fucking insane and incredible and if you’re the kinda person who exists on fandom tumblr in the year of our lord 2024 this book is meant to come for you specifically and you will thank it afterwards go ye forth

#PSA: you need to read Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint it is the Most Story I have ever consumed #It is just very #It will change you as a person #it is being webtooned atm and when you catch up to the webtoon there are lots of places to get the full novel #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #omniscent reader #omniscient reader novel #orv novel #just got to 73rd demon king in my reread and I literally cannot force myself to keep going #I think the webtoon is almost there too??? I think the outer god shadow is about to pop up #anyway I need this book injected into my veins tyvm

[geralt-of-baevia]

Begin Again: Chapter Two

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three

Summary: When Penny starts working at AFC Richmond as their new head photographer, she catches the eye of a certain mustached, happy-go-lucky, head coach of the team. But can their spark endure through the season’s pressures and the demons of their past?

Pairing: Ted Lasso x OFC (Penny Fletcher)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Uhhh, nudity, accidental seeing of said nudity, language, etc.

A/N: I love me a slow burn, but I don't know if that's what this is gonna be yet. 😝 Thank you to everyone who read the first chapter! I'm excited to get this story really going.

Beta: Thank you to @midnightswithdearkatytspb for proofreading again 💕💕

Tiny Tag List: @tegan8314 @rosesheerio (Let me know if you want to get added!)

My first week at Richmond AFC was in some ways like being in school again, and I gained about 30 new close friends. All of the players were exuberantly nice, and by the end of the week I was treated like one of the guys. It was nice to be somewhere where I felt so loved and cherished, it wasn’t something I was used to. 

Thursday afternoon was set for me to try out my hand at taking playing shots to practice for their games. I was excited to finally get some action shots of the guys since I had spent most of the week taking photo of the facility and clubhouse. This was the first I was finally getting to photograph the guys, the real thing I was excited for. 

I walked out onto the pitch with the players, but stayed back at the sideline. I took out my camera and took some candid photos of their comradery as they filed onto the green. As I clicked away, I was completely oblivious that someone came up to stand next to me. 

“Are things bigger or smaller when you look through that tiny window on the back of that giant contraption?” 

I jumped at Ted’s voice, pulling my camera away from my face and trying to focus on him as I readjusted my eyes. 

“Well, this lens, from this perspective at least, makes them smaller,” I said with a smirk. 

Ted and I hadn’t gotten to interact all that much over the last few days. We said hello to each other every time we passed each other in the hallway, and occasionally had small talk before or after the day, but not a whole lot other than that. Although, every time we did talk the conversations got longer, and we would both always linger after our talks, like neither of us wanted it to end. 

“But if I had this other lense here on my hip,” I said, gesturing to the lense on the left side of my holster, “if I put that one on it would look like Sam was just as close to me as you are right now.” 

“Well damn, I didn’t know being a photographer was like being a wizard!” Ted said with astonishment. I laughed. 

“Oh, you have no idea! I can then put them on the computer and make stuff disappear. Like zits, scars, people!” 

“People?! That escalated quickly,” he said with a laugh.

He nudged my shoulder with his own, looking out at the pitch at the guys. He had on a pair of brown Ray-Ban sunglasses, a matching AFC tracksuit, and a dumb white visor. I shouldn’t think something like that on him was attractive, but I did. And him nudging my shoulder ever so much made my heart beat like crazy in my chest. 

“Yes, people, Ted,” I said as I shook my head, looking at the back of my camera and clicking through my photos. I felt him take a half step closer to me and peer over my shoulder. 

“Man, you really are talented, Penny,” he said, his voice a little lower this time, and more serious. 

I felt a shiver go down my spine as his chest pressed against my shoulder when he leaned in to get a closer look. It took everything in me not to relax against him. He was so warm and smelled like fresh laundry and sandalwood and grass. I tried to focus on the back of my camera and not how my body seemed to grow hot and numb. 

I swallowed hard. “T-Thanks Ted.” 

“Coach! Penny will send us those photos this weekend, you can look later,” I heard Coach Beard say from behind us. Ted immediately jumped, placing his hand instinctually on my arm before taking a step back. 

“Yes Coach! Penny, it uh-it was nice to talk to you.” I looked up at him as he addressed me, nodding his head before following Beard to the pitch. I giggled a little as I noticed he was holding his clipboard no longer at his chest, but lower now as if to cover himself. A part of me hoped that was because of me. 

Towards the end of practice, I had gotten some really good shots and I was excited to see them. The coaches had to go see Ms. Welton about something, so it was now just me and the guys fooling aroun. As I was looking at the back of my camera again, Jamie got my attention.  

“Oi! Penny! I wanna try out this new slide thing, do you think you could get a wicked picture of that?” he asked after jogging over to me. I shrugged. 

“Sure! Let me just get into position.” I walked across the sideline and in line with him but about ten yards back. I crouched down and held my camera up, framing him for his slide. 

“Whenever your ready, Jamie!” I shouted to him. 

First Jamie was running towards me in the viewfinder, then suddenly I was being crashed into, my camera flying through the air and landing in with a crack. I laid there, more worried about my broken equipment than the pain I was feeling in my side from where Jaime collided with me, or the fact that I was now covered in mud from head to toe. 

“Penny! Oh my god, are you okay!?” Sam was the first to make it over to me, his face hovering over my view of the sky above. Soon the rest of the team was surrounding me before I could even think of getting up and seeing the damage. 

I pushed myself up into a sitting position, motioning for the guys to back up. “I appreciate the concern gentlemen, but I’m fine. Just very muddy now.”

“Oh Miss Penny, I’m so sorry…” 

My head snapped around to see my camera in Dani’s hands, my lens cracked down the middle. I sighed before looking down and seeing the lens that was on my hip no longer there, but now a few feet away and broken as well. I groaned, rubbing my face in my hands. 

“Penny, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll buy you a new whatever you need. I’ll replace everything,” I heard Jaime say somewhere in front of me. I looked up to see him crouched in front of me, he was covered in mud too. His words were genuine, I could tell. 

“That’s very kind of you Jamie, because I wouldn’t be able to replace it otherwise,” I told him with an awkward laugh. A small smile formed in the corner of his mouth, and he extended a hand out to help me up. 

After assessing the damage to my lenses and camera body (that ended up also breaking), Jaime told me he was going to leave practice and go right to a shop and get me my replacements. I looked down and saw that I was completely covered in mud, and I’m pretty sure it was in my hair as well. Sam came over to me and placed a friendly hand on my shoulder. 

“The other guys and I talked, and if you would like to, you clean up in our locker room. We’d be glad to stay out here and play longer. Also, Dani and I are offering some of our extra Richmond clothes for you to change into. You can bring them back tomorrow,” he explained, a big smile on his face. Sam had one of the kindest hearts I had ever met, and I appreciated his offer. 

“Actually, that would be great Sam. Could you show me?” 

He nodded before we headed into the clubhouse and he showed me the showers. We stopped at the lockers so he could give me the spare clothes he had mentioned before, and get me a couple of towels as well. When I finally passed a mirror I got to see the damage done: mud traced through my hair, contrasting against my dirty blonde color. Mud all over my chest and neck, all places that would need to be scrubbed.

“And don’t worry Miss Penny, the guys and I will all stay outside until you’re done.”

I thanked him again, truly appreciating not having to walk home filthy. As soon as he was around the corner I began stripping out of my dirty sweatshirt and jeans, excited to get the mud off of me and warm up. I turned on the water and once it was hot enough I got underneath the stream, the hot water rushing over my head and down my body, immediately warming me up. 

I looked around the giant shower and found some random men’s 2 in 1 to wash my hair and body with until I could get home for a proper shower. The scent was strong, filling up my nostrils and the shower room: I would definitely need to shower again when I got home. Once I felt the mud was sufficiently off of me and the water ran clear, I turned to face the shower head and just basked in the warm water for one last time. 

Just as I turned to face away from the water, I opened my eyes to see Ted walk by. We both froze as he and I made eye contact, and I watched as his eyes trailed down my wet, naked body, and then back up to my eyes again. I could have covered myself, I could have screamed or shrieked at him to go away, but I just froze. 

After what felt like ten minutes of just staring at each other, Ted finally broke the silence. “S-Sorry, Penny.”

He started to take a half step towards me, and then immediately turned on his heel to head back the way he came, stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning his gaze to the ground. 

Even though he was gone, I stood there for another couple of minutes, still in shock as the water beat against my head. Eventually, I turned off the water, hurriedly dried off, and got dressed in my borrowed clothes, grabbing my dirty clothes to put in my bag. I could have said goodbye to the team or told them I was leaving, but I just wanted to get home. I didn’t even care that my hair was still wet. 

Once I got to my flat, I ran upstairs and shut the door hastily, leaning against it. I rubbed my face vigorously in my hands, the vision of Ted’s face staring at me not wanting to leave from behind my eyes. 

“Um, what the fuck happened to you?” 

I lifted my head to see my roommate Jo standing in the kitchen, a cuppa in her hand. 

“What do you mean?” I asked sarcastically, dropping my bag to the floor next to me. 

“You’ve freshly showered because your hair is wet and you reek of men’s shampoo, you’re wearing an AFC Richmond tracksuit that’s too big for you, and you wouldn’t have dropped your bag like that if your camera and stuff was in there, just to name a few,” she said with a smug smile. Her eyebrows snapped together, “now tell me what happened.”

“Can I tell you after I shower the man scent off of me? I actually kind of hate it.”

“Fine.”

I should have known better than to think Jo would let me shower in peace, following me into the bathroom, her tea still in her hand. 

“Do I get no privacy, Jolene?” I asked her as I began to strip out of the blue and red tracksuit. She sat down on the toilet and laughed, shaking her head. 

“Of course not, Penelope. Now, shower so you tell me what happened at work today,” she said, sipping on her cup. I rolled my eyes and giggled. 

I hopped in the shower and told her about what happened, both Jamie breaking my camera and then Ted seeing me shower. 

“Wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry, but what the fuck did you just say?” she asked almost heatedly. I laughed as I heard her almost spit out her tea. 

“Yeah, he saw me completely stark naked. Naked as the day I was born and I was showering too! I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m completely mortified.”

“Okay, so what did you do when he saw you?” 

“Um, nothing? I just stood there like an idiot.”

The shower curtain suddenly pulled back to reveal Jo staring at me with a shocked face, and instinctively I covered myself. I mentally kicked myself at that moment, why couldn’t I have done that with Ted?

“Well, obviously you wanted him to see you naked,” she said with a sly smile. 

“Why do you say that?!” I asked, almost offended at her words. 

“Um, because I’ve seen you naked a million and one times and you just covered yourself,” she said with a knowing look. I scoffed at her and turned around to not face her. “Also, did he see the tits and bits half or the bum half?”

I whipped back around to face her and she had the most devilish grin on her face. 

“Can you please go back to your seat on the toilet? I’d really like to finish showering and I can’t with you staring at me.”

“Fiiiiine,” she said with a roll of her eyes. She dropped the shower curtain and disappeared. 

After a moment of silence between us, I sighed before telling her, ‘It was my tits and bits.” 

“Oh, that definitely went in his spank bank then.”

#ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x reader #ted lasso x ofc #jason sudeikis #florence pugh

[balanceoflightanddark]

Okay. I've already talked about how the comics...pretty extensively screwed over Azula both in my own posts and in reblogs to other posts on the website. So I'm gonna take a break from that and talk about how...the comics screwed over another character I'm fond of.

...I really need to think of other topics.

So anyways, Mai.

Again, I already touched on how Mai was handled in the comics with my post about how the entirety of the Fire Nation was whitewashed and Azula was used as a scapegoat. But I kinda want to dive into Mai a bit more since it damages her character in particular along with some other questionable narrative choices.

Starting with, obviously, her relationship with Azula. Again, I already went over how they tried to retcon her friendship as being something she was "forced into" and actually holding a grudge against Azula, so I'm not gonna go treading the same grounds again.

What I am going to go into is how freaking pathetic they make Mai look in trying to make this grudge out to be.

See, one of the incidents that apparently Mai hates Azula for is...stealing mochi from her mother's kitchen. Seriously. That's a reason.

Yes. Apparently one of the reasons Azula was a bad egg was she stole mochi the one time. Yep. Something stupid they did as a kid together. But we can discuss how the comics tried to demonize Azula as a child another time to focus on something...well...take a look.

Yeah...for some reason, they had Mai hold it over Azula's head about the time they stole mochi together.

...forgive me for stating the obvious, but how does Mai look better for seriously holding it against Azula for something that happened when they were literal toddlers? If nothing else, it makes her like a complete womanchild.

And womanchild is not something that should be ever uttered in reference to Mai ever.

Cause Mai's grudge against Azula? It's practically out of control in Smoke and Shadows. I know it's popular to assume Mai hates Azula, but she never actually held much of a grudge against her in the series proper outside of the Boiling Rock incident. But stuff like this:

This is too much.

But why am I harping on Mai's sudden hatred of Azula all of a sudden?

See...one of the things Smoke and Shadow seemed to do was to try and paint Azula as Mai's nemesis. The source of her childhood trauma or whatever. That overcoming her fear of Azula will make her a stronger person or whatever.

Except...no...no it's not.

Azula wasn't the source of Mai's issues growing up. You want to know what is?

Mai: What do you want from me? You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted ... as long as I behaved, and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about.

Yeah...that's what Mai's problems came from.

She was passed over her younger brother by both her mother and father and was constantly conditioned to reign her emotions in and basically be a piece of furniture. Mai literally joined Azula's group just to get away from her toxic family.

Hell, guess who's one of the biggest obstacles in Smoke and Shadows?

Yeah. Ukano. Her own father.

This could've been something big for Mai. Finally standing up to her father for all the bullcrap he put her through, the real source of all her problems. You know, something that was actually hinted at in Rebound, the Free Comic Book Day issue.

Instead, it all gets scrapped. Mai actually defends her father while showing more hatred for Azula. To me, that's the equivalent of Zuko's tantrum of blaming Azula for everything in The Search while Ozai doesn't even get a mention. Mai would rather throw her friend under the bus while sticking her neck out for her traitorous, neglectful father.

As someone who actually enjoys Mai, this damages her character so much. It doesn't make her stronger. It just makes her look like a coward not standing up against those that put her through hell while projecting her issues onto somebody else. In this case, Azula. And since Ukano's been arrested, now there's no way to properly resolve Mai's issues that way.

That's why I hate what these comics did to Mai. She honestly deserves better than what she got. For a character with as much potential as her, she got a raw deal. Big time.

#mai #mai was not scared of azula #mai atla #mai deserved better #azula #ukano #atla comics critical #anti atla comics #anti smoke and shadows #mai meta

[ndplatypus]

My issue with “Helluva Boss”

Yes the humor relies a lot on vulgarity, sex, drugs, and a lot of cussing. Not my cup of tea but it’s not my issue with the series. I genuinely use to love this show, but recent episodes and a rewatch have me very disillusioned with the series. I’m gonna talk about why here.

At first glance, especially in season 1, it’s pretty good. A lot of decent set ups and the chance at world building. The basic premise is interesting and the characters are fun. It genuinely has a good foundation and the potential to be GOOD. It’s why I’m so upset with it now.

To start off, the writing is weak. Nothing that is set up is ever paid off. The main premise we were set up, a small business started by a lower class character of sneaking off to earth from hell to commit assassination jobs. It’s a fun premise! Again a LOT of potential. It’s implied heavily in the show that imps are lower class, usually servants or country hick folk. And higher class and stronger demons look down on them. It’s said by another imp in the show it’s impress and rare for an imp to have his own business!!!

But it teeters off and looses focus of this by heavily focusing on shipping. (Not saying you can’t mix comedy, romance, and drama in one series, but the show doesn’t do this well) It falls off in a way the show star vs the forces of evil did when the show started focusing less on the more interesting concepts (the racism and classism between mewmins and monsters) and started heavily focus on shipping, switch Tom, Star, Kelly and Marco and others) HB does exactly this. Throwing away other concepts and stories they made the show more interesting just to focus on shipping Stolas and Blitzo.

Another issue I have is how the main couple is portrayed. A ship including a very privileged rich upper class prince character and a lower class character whose race is implied in the show to be seen as less than. Classism and racism is not a good dynamic to start with, but with good writing and some sensitivity can be done right.

But again, it isn’t written well. To make the ship look better it’s almost essentially get written between season 1 and 2 and shifts almost all the blame for the problems in the relationship onto the LOWER CLASS CHARACTER WHO FACES RACISM AND FETISHIZATION FROM HIS RICH PRINCE ROMANCE INTEREST.

This mixed with the very questionable sexual coercion and potential sa issues that are involved in their relationship- it’s very uncomfortable. Not saying a ship isn’t allowed to be toxic. I find toxic characters fascinating tbh, but there is a art to writing them-

As in you have to acknowledge your characters are toxic and have your audience see the characters acknowledge this and try to change and do the work to be better. If both Stolas and Blitzo were written to acknowledge both have sone faults in the relationship and both are hurting each other in different ways and tried to work on themselves it could still be good! HB does not do this. It sets up a couple that on both sides is very toxic but only treats one side as so. The one who in reality based on past writing the show no longer acknowledges, is the bigger victim in the relationship!!!

They completely recontextualize the characters by essentially retconning how they got together, starting season two they take what’s potentially a good pairing of toxic characters who can grow and heal together to just trying to victimize one and make the other the “bad” one. Yea both are toxic but to now make Blitzo the main problem in the relationship and Stolas as the victim of just loving someone who doesn’t treat him write- it’s not good writing. It’s honestly gross.

Stop setting up issues like classism, racism, fetishization, in your show, in your ship, if you don’t actually want to acknowledge it. Stop writing serious real life issues into your stories if you can’t properly handle them. You can’t just pretend now those issues aren’t there in season 2 after establishing these issues in season 1. You can’t retcon this shit between seasons. Have the balls to acknowledge how you write your characters to be shitty people and make them work to be better. Not just pretend they are better without any work being put in!!!

And I could go on how all the gay characters seem grossly fetishized and fit into basic stereotypical top/bottom roles. Soft uwu bottom who goes no wrong and strong and big bad top. Yes some gay men have preferences but being so focused on top and bottom dynamics is weird.

The writing of the female characters is gross as well (the creator will say HB is the boy show and HH will be the girl show but it’s an excuse for cheap writing) all the girl characters are props and get no character or growth of their own. They all exist to prop up the boys. To help further along their development and stories while getting none of their own. The female antagonist in the stories are essentially one dimensional with her personality of “bitch.” And only exist again to be against the boys. The girls in the show are constantly demeaned and talked down to by male characters and treated like “stupid bitches” and this is all okay and funny. But when a female character says something bad about the male characters they are wrong and antagonist and will get a rock dropped on them for laughs at the end of the episode, because the show itself treats the males with depth and forgiveness (because trauma) but the girls are lazy evil caricatures who must get beat down in the end because clearly they are wrong and bad, even though it’s funny when male characters do the exact same shit. Some serious misogyny here.

Also another writing issue is.. it feels a lot like trauma porn. Every main (male) character has to have some deep trauma all somehow about a dead/missing mom and abusive dad (all three main make leads have a variation of this same trauma)

Not every character needs a traumatic back story. Not every trauma has to be death and murder and abusive dads. If you have to have your characters be traumatized to make them interesting or explain away their shitty behavior this is just bad and lazy writing.

It doesn’t feel like she’s trying to tell a story here at this point. Season two ends up feeling like fetish and trauma porn and half baked single dimensional characters that exist solely to sexualize and traumatize.

I hate to be this angry and critical of an indie show but even without all the drama around Viv and the treatment her workers the show itself has simply become a toxic poorly written mess of tropes and stereotypes that are simply meant to sell a product not tell a real story.

I wanted to like this show, and I genuinely use to. But after this new season and a rewatch I simply can’t enjoy it anymore. Anything this series had going for it is now trashed. It’s a shame to see.

Again I use to genuinely love this show. My anger with it comes from seeing it fall so far from the potential it had. But maybe that’s on me.

#helluva boss #Blitzo #stolas #stolitz #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #vivziepop #as someone who actually lived the dead mom abusive dad trope #I’m not an abusive ASS to those around me because I’m sad

[dollyyyhouse]

Here's Asmo's ver. of the Cheating! Au, it was fun writing this one 💓 I've had a hard week and seeing how much people love the things I've made really cheers me up <3 Thank you! And I was wondering if you guys would like it if I made a discord server for Obey Me? I think it'll be fun ^^

I'm gonna add a CW for this one just because it discusses a lot of sexual insecurity!!!

"Asmo.. it feels amazing! Yes... right there!" As if someone had just punched you in the stomach, you felt like all the wind was knocked right out of you. You couldn't bare to hear the sounds of moaning and skin-slapping coming from Asmodeus' room, you knew what was going on even if you didn't want to admit it. It was awkward enough to hear your housemate having sex, but Asmodeus was not just your housemate. The two of you had been dating for months now, so when you heard the lewd noises coming from his room it felt like your whole world just shattered.

You were just passing by, you honestly didn't mean to eavesdrop but the strange noises caught your attention the second you heard them. The more you had listened, the more the realization had sunk in. It felt gross listening to them do that, you wished you could just barge in and yell at them to "shut up" but you didn't have the guts. You didn't even want to see the unfaithful demon, let alone confront him. Not knowing what to do, you began to cry. Your mascara that Asmo had done the same morning was now ruined with your tears. You put your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sobs and ran to your room as fast as you could.

You didn't leave your room for the rest of the day, dreading the thought of see the man who broke your heart. Perhaps you should just act like you didn't know anything? Or maybe you could just confront him head on, but how could you? You knew you'd probably just break down in tears and become a slobbering mess who can't even form a proper sentence.

You don't know why Asmo would ever do something like this, he showers you in affection and love all the time. He's always been sweet to you, he calls you "Sweetheart" and even does your makeup when you don't want to do it yourself. HE was the one who confessed to you first, did he not love you anymore? You didn't want to think like that, he's been more loyal to you than anyone else in your life has been. When you met him for the first time the relationship was definitely rocky, he said some cruel things but once you two began to talk more you fell in love with him, did he ever love you back?

There was a knock on your door, before you could even respond someone walked in. You turned to look at who it could've been, and much to your dismay it was Asmo. "MC! What happened, you haven't been out of your room all day... and your makeup all ruined!" He tilted his head as if he was confused..? You didn't know if he was playing dumb or he genuinely didn't know you found out about his affair. "Oh.. I've just been tired," not wanting to look him in the eyes, you shifted yourself on the bed to face the wall, "you should go, dinner is soon." He didn't seem guilty, he was acting just like how he normally did and it made you even more upset.

"You should eat with us, maybe you'll feel better after you eat?" You shook your head "no", "I'll eat later, I should be fine if I rest for a little bit longer." He slowly walked over to you, his footsteps were light and quiet. He sat down next to you and began to stroke your hair, you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to kick him away from you but you could never do it. You didn't want to hurt someone you loved so much, it felt too cruel to the both of you.

"Maybe once you feel better we could have a spa day! Hehe, that'd be so nice. After that we could go to a nice café and just enjoy the day together! Ooh then we could go..." Too deep in your thoughts, you unintentionally drowned him out. You couldn't focus on what he was talking about, all you could think about was what he had done, his unfaithful actions.

"Asmo," he didn't seem to hear you so you shifted yourself to face him, "It will be so fun going around... Oh, what's wrong?" Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into a position where your head was under his chin and you rested on his chest. "Do you love me?" Asmo hummed a yes, "Of course I do! I love you so much!" You were curled up in his chest like a sleepy cat, you were mentally exhausted just from today. "Then why'd you do it?" The sudden confidence you gained surprised you, maybe it was because you were tired of his blatant bullshit. "Do what? Did something happen?" He looked in your eyes, but in reality he was looking at his through yours.

"Why did you have sex with someone else?" Your voice was quiet, barely loud enough for him to hear. His eyes widened, he quickly regained his composure and spoke. "Ehh.. well, I needed to be satisfied." He smiled at you like it was nothing, it felt like he had just stabbed you in the back. "Why didn't you just come to me..? I'm your partner after all." Tears began to form in your eyes, you didn't want to do this. "Because you don't have much energy when we do it.. you get tired so quickly that it's no fun..." A sad expression appeared on his face, not one out of regret or guilt but instead boredom and disappointment. It was directed at you, he didn't see anything wrong with what he'd done.

"... So you're not sexually attracted to me?" You hid your face in his chest, your makeup rubbing off on his nice clothing. It hurt, the conversation was tense and painful. You just wanted it to be over with, but at the same time you wanted to know everything. "Ehh, I guess. I love you a lot! But sex with you isn't any fun, I'd rather just sleep around with demons and succubi who have more energy." He let go of your waist, you could tell he was growing tired of the conversation. "So you started sleeping with others?! Why didn't you tell me I wasn't good enough? Why? Why?!" Removing your face from his chest, you stared him straight in the eyes. Your fear was now subsiding, instead you were being drowned in anger and despair.

"I still love you! You're my only romantic partner, it's just you don't satisfy my sexual needs so sometimes I have to go to others." He gave you a chilling smile, no remorse or regret. A pounding heart, smeared makeup, and eyes filled with heartbreak were all caused by the Avatar of Lust. The demon you loved oh so much had betrayed you in order to fill his sinful indulgence.

"I'm breaking up with you." Asmo's movements stopped once he heard those words, he was frozen in place like a statue. You broke free from his grasp, getting up from the bed and slowly backing away from where he sat. "We're through! You're a self-entitled jerk! Get out of my room." You signaled for Asmo to get out, but he just stared at you in shock. "It's not my fault, you weren't satisfying me! So what if I need multiple partners for sex? I'm only romantically involved with you!" Asmo's demeanor quickly shifted, the conversation was turning aggressive. "Do you see nothing wrong with that?! You kept it hidden from me, maybe if you told me I could've done something!" As the situation worsened both of your voices began to raise, both of you were now yelling at each other.

"You know what, if you're not gonna get out I'm going to leave." You grabbed your bag and packed everything you could fit in it, all while Asmo was trying to convince you not to break up with him and that it wasn't his fault but instead yours. You didn't care to wipe off the smudged makeup, you grabbed your shoes and stormed out of the house. He didn't chase you, deep down you wanted him to but he never did. It was an indicator of how he felt, along with his brothers he is also selfish. They kill, manipulate and lie in order to satisfy their sins.

The once beautiful memories you shared with Asmodeus now felt like painfully cruel ones, as if the gods were tormenting you for involving yourself with him. Wishing you never met him, wishing you never even arrived in Devildom. All the memories you thought were sweet were secretly cruel and manipulative, they were tainted with agony. You now knew the true colors of Asmodeus, you knew all along but wanted to ignore it. Your love for him blinded you, once you took off the blindfold of love you saw how tarnished everything was.

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me belphie #asmo obey me #satan obey me #mammon obey me #lucifer obey me #obey me fanfiction #obey me otome #obey me angst #obey me au #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x y/n #angst prompt #angst with no happy ending #otome game #obey me anime #Spotify

[fanartandfanfiction]

HUMBLE chapter four

Summary: a fairly fluffy chapter of the blooming friendship between charlie and alastor. And we find out that Vox and Charlie have history....

“THAT FUCKER’S BACK!” Vox slammed the doors open to the large apartment he shared with the other Vees.

“Which fucker would this be?” Valentino asked without looking up from his phone.

“Who else?! The radio demon!” 

“What? That grandpa’s back in town?!” Velvette’s jaw dropped. 

“That’s not all. He’s teamed up with Charlie.” 

Velvette and Valentino blinked at him. “Who?”

“Morningstar! Charlie Morningstar!” He was still met with blank stares. “LUCIFER’S DAUGHTER.” 

“Oh, FUCK!” Velvette dropped her phone. “How’d you find this out?” 

“Because he crashed our fucking date!” 

His partners stared at him, and that’s when Vox remembered he’d withheld that little bit of information. “Yes, I went on a fucking date with her, ok?! Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Velvette asked. 

“She thought it was a business meeting, even gave me a binder and a 45 minute presentation about her little hotel. But at the end of the date-“

“Meeting.” Valentino smirked. 

“-she was totally into me. Things were progressing, I was making my move, and that red motherfucker shows up OUT OF NOWHERE and interrupts us. Charlie looked mortified, and then he’s got his grimy little claws all over her-“

“Is she fucking the radio demon?” Velvette asked. 

“WOULD YOU LET ME FINISH?!” Vox’s screen flickered. 

“Calm down before you fry your circuits again.”

“Sorry, he just pisses me off. Anyway, he’s got his claws all over her, and suddenly she’s calling him AL-“

“She’s totally fucking him.” Valentino smirked.

“NO! No, she’s not. She seemed upset that he was there. Anyway, turns out they’re business partners and running the hotel together. And then he just up and vanishes with her! FUCK!” 

Velvette and Valentino exchanged glances. “I don’t get it.” Velvette finally said. 

“Don’t get what?”

“Why you’re acting like a whiny little bitch right now over some girl!” 

“She is NOT some girl.” He huffed and straightened his jacket. “It’s a long story.”

“Then give us the short one.” Valentino rolled his eyes. 

“I fucked up the chance I had to go out with her a long time ago. And I’m not going to fuck it up again.” 

“But WHY? What the fuck is so special about her?!” 

“You wouldn’t understand! It doesn’t matter, my FRIENDS should be supportive of me!” 

“We are, when you’re not acting fucking insane!” Velvette walked over to him and grabbed his shoulders.  “We’re in the middle of a fucking turf war. We’ve got bigger things to focus on than your FEELINGS about some girl! Who, by the way, won’t want SHIT to do with you when she finds out about all your dirty little secrets. So I suggest you GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, put on your big boy pants, and get the fuck over it!” Velvette stomped off. 

“She has a point. She’s too good for you. And I don’t mean she’s out of your league, you’re leagues above her in my opinion. I mean she’s too kind hearted.” 

“You don’t get it. That’s what I like about her.” Vox sat down and looked defeated. “She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met. She’s good. ” 

Valentino sighed and sat by his friend. “Personally, I think she seems like a pain in the ass. And where do you think this is gonna go? You’re gonna date the holier-than-thou princess who wants to rehabilitate sinners? And she’ll just be ok with how we run things? No. She won’t. She’ll get in the fucking way. I gotta ask- why did she think it was a business meeting?” 

“Because…I mentioned that the Vees were interested in investing in the hotel.” Vox grimaced. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? We’re not investing in that shit hole!”

“You don’t have to! I will!”

“Uh-uh. You’re not attaching the Vees to this. We have a reputation. And doing charity work for the little do gooder doesn’t fit our image. So if YOU want to give her YOUR money, fine. But you’re not attaching us to this.” Valentino groaned. “Can’t you just fuck one of the blonde whores from the club? Or any of them and we can put a wig on them?” 

“It’s more than that. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I really don’t. Things are so much easier when you leave feelings out of them.” He left Vox alone with his thoughts, and they drifted to the first time he’d met Charlie.

-a long time ago-

Well this sucked. Why did all the other demons get things like animal heads? He had a FUCKING TV SCREEN. He could hear the others snickering at him and making fun of him. He wondered how long he was obligated to stay at the party. 

“Hi there!” A cheerful voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw an angel smiling at him. She had to be an angel, with her golden hair and bright white skin. She was gorgeous.

“Hi.” He gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. 

“Welcome to hell! It’s probably not what you expected, right?” She giggled. “I’m Charlie! Nice to meet you!” She stuck her hand out and he shook it. 

“Victor. Victor Octavious Xavier.”

“Wow, that’s certainly a mouthful! I should tell you, if you do want to change your name, this is your last chance. Not that there’s anything wrong with your name! A lot of people just want to choose something else.” 

“Is that what you did?”

“Me? Oh, no! I was born here.” She gave him a nervous smile. “I’m…Lucifer’s daughter. Charlotte Morningstar, princess of hell. I don’t really like to lead with that. It tends to make people nervous.” 

He let out a nervous peal of laughter. “You’re joking, right?” 

“Nope. And I know what you’re thinking, isn’t Lucifer the big ugly red guy? But everyone forgets, dad is a fallen angel. Anyway, I have to give the orientation speech, but I hope to talk to you more later! Enjoy the party.” She smiled and walked to the stage. 

“Welcome to Hell! I know you probably have a lot of mixed feelings right now. Maybe you don’t know why you’re here. Ooor maybe you know exactly why you’re here. Anyway, it can be scary to start over, which is why I host this welcoming event! I’m here to help you get your feet on the ground. To your left, you’ll find pamphlets of information about hell, as well as information about the overlords and districts, and some of the opportunities available to you. To your right, you’ll find answers to frequently asked questions! Also, counseling is available to you! Maybe you need to talk it out or just need a hug, but I’m here for you.”

“HOW BOUT A BLOW JOB, BABY?” A voice in the back shouted. Charlie let out a nervous laugh.

“Aaaanyway, you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m confident that if we all work together and try to make this place better, tomorrow will be a happy day in hell.” 

She was met with a roar of laughter. “Is this bitch for real?!”

“Yep, that’s pretty much what I expected.” Charlie sighed and walked off the stage. He found himself following her to the bar as she got a drink and downed it. 

“I really liked your speech. I think it’s admirable what you’re doing.” He smiled at her. 

“You’d be about the only one.” She rubbed her temples. “It’s like this every week.”

“You do this every week?!”

“Yeeeeah. But I don’t mind! Even if I can make things better for one sinner, I’ll know that I made a difference.” She smiled. 

“I’m sorry, I just…how are you here? You seem so-“

“Nice?” She smiled. “I’m the devil’s daughter. I can’t change that. But I can try to use my power and my knowledge to make things a little better. Dad thinks it’s a waste of time, but I don’t care.” 

“I think it’s really great. You’ve certainly made me feel better.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up. “Really?” 

“You have. And I think I am going to change my name.”

“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

He gave her a small smile and took a drink. “Vox.” 

-the present- 

Alastor wasn’t sure if Charlie would be in the kitchen for breakfast or if she’d be avoiding him. He opened the door and saw her holding an egg. She tapped it lightly on the countertop and nothing happened. She tried again, a bit harder and frowned. CRACK! She’d pretty much blown up the egg. 

“Fuuuuck!” She grumbled. 

“I always use my thumb to puncture the middle, then pull it apart.”

She didn’t even jump this time when he spoke. “Shall I take over?”

“Thank you, but no. I need to cook an egg.” 

“If this is about what I said yesterday-“

“Of course it is. And you’re right. I am HUNDREDS of years old and I can’t cook an egg? So I will!” She gave him a determined smile. 

“Charlotte, I really don’t mind.” 

“I need to do this.” She picked up another egg and whacked it on the counter, splattering herself with egg. “Why are they SO FRAGILE?!” 

“Charlie dear, look.” He picked up an egg and put it in her hand. He placed his hand over hers and guided it, lightly tapping it on the edge of the pan. “Then you use your thumb to break the rest of the shell and pull it apart.” The egg plopped down into the pan. 

“Nice! Thanks Al.” She began pushing the egg around in the pan, scrambling it. He watched briefly with amusement before pouring a cup of coffee. He fixed Charlie a cup too with a god awful amount of sugar and set it beside her. They were off to a good start. 

“Delivery for Charlotte Morningstar.” 

Charlie looked up in surprise. “Oh! That’s me.” 

“Sign here.” A delivery demon shoved a clipboard at her. 

“I wasn’t expecting a package. Vaggie, did you order anything?” 

“Nope.” 

The delivery demon headed out to a van and unloaded an embarrassingly large bouquet of roses. “Oooooh god.” Charlie watched with wide eyes. The demon brought them in and dropped them in the middle of the floor and left. Vaggie and Charlie gaped at it. 

“Uh…that’s…wow.” Vaggie cleared her throat. 

Charlie walked over to it and plucked the card off, though she knew who it was from. 

“ Charlotte,

Please forgive me for my behavior last night. I hope you’d be willing to give me another chance. I must admit my interest in you isn’t entirely professional, but you should know that in no way affects my investment in your hotel. Voxtech will be investing regardless. 

Give me a call sometime if you’d like to go out again. If you prefer to keep things professional, I can always send Valentino or Velvette to meet with you. 

I hope you have a great day and that these flowers made you smile.

-Vox”

Charlie grinned at the note. “YES! Voxtech wants to invest!” 

“And that required an elaborate bouquet of roses?” Vaggie asked skeptically. 

“Oh, um, there was some other stuff too.” Charlie blushed. 

“Charlie. You can NOT be considering going out with this guy.” 

“I don’t know, he seems sincere! And this is a really sweet note.” 

“I’m sure it is, because he’s playing you.” 

“Is it so hard to believe someone would actually want to go out with me and not want something?!” 

“When they’re a demon overlord? Yes, it is!” 

Charlie was shocked. “Vaggie, why are you acting like this?” 

“Because I’m sick of seeing you letting the wrong people in! You only end up getting hurt. You trust EVERYONE.”

“I’d rather trust everyone and be wrong than trusting no one.” 

Vaggie was silent. She had an expression on her face Charlie couldn’t read, then walked quickly out of the room. 

Charlie ran her hands through her hair in frustration. What was Vaggie’s problem lately?! 

“Weeeell! Someone’s trying to make a good impression.” Alastor said, coming to stand beside her and look at the flowers. 

“It’s…kind of a lot. I don’t really like things like this.”

“Flowers?”

“No, big showy displays like this. It’s basically saying ‘look at all this money I have to blow!”

“Roses ARE a classic symbol of romance, though.” 

“I know, but…no, it’s sweet. I shouldn’t complain. Oh! The good news is thaaaaaaat:” she paused for dramatic effect. “THE VEES ARE INVESTING!” She handed the card to him with a grin.

Alastor read the note and his smile grew tighter. What was this asshole’s game? “Wonderful. Though it’s not my area, I believe this place could benefit from some new technology. It would draw people in.” He handed the card back to Charlie with a smile. 

“Listen, now that I know your feelings on the matter, I won’t call him and we can work with the other Vee’s.”

“Nonsense! I can behave myself. Now, in what sense are you returning the call?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you calling the Vee’s, or calling Vox?” 

Charlie looked conflicted. “Um… is it weird that I kind of want to call him? You know what, it’s weird. Never mind.”

“You should call him if you want to, Charlie.”

“But you-“

“There’s no reason for your personal life to affect our partnership. My problems with Vox are my own.” 

“I mean it, Al. You’re more important to me. Your feelings matter.” 

There was a loud crackle of static. “Oh Charlotte, don’t worry your pretty little head. Go out with him! Let him spend some of his excessive wealth on you!” He patted her on the head and left, leaving Charlie feeling confused. 

A few days passed and everything was fairly smooth. Alastor and Charlie had breakfast every morning and worked together through the day. It was a perfectly normal platonic partnership. Until that evening…

“Hey Al, have you seen Angel?” Charlie asked. 

“He left about an hour ago for work. Is there something I can assist you with?”

“Thanks, but this is really more of Angel’s area. It’s ok, I’ll figure it out.”

“Come on now, doll! What do you need?” 

Charlie looked embarrassed. “…my date is tonight. And I don’t know what to wear.” 

“Ah, fashion! I’m not entirely incompetent about it, I’d say I’m a pretty sharp dresser myself.” He gestured at his well tailored suit. “I’d be happy to lend a hand.” 

“I’d really appreciate it. I’m not very good at this sort of thing.” They went up the stairs and Charlie walked in her room, while Alastor stood in the doorway. “Al?”

“Forgetting something, doll?” He held up his hand and it was as if there were an invisible wall. 

“Oh! Sorry. Alastor, enter freely and of your own will!” Charlie grinned.

“Thanks, sweetheart, now I feel like Dracula.” 

Charlie’s brows raised in surprise. “You know Dracula?”

“Of course! Excellent book by Bram Stoker. A delightful read!” 

Charlie walked over to her bookshelf and waved him over. “It’s my favorite book. I have eight editions! I’m a sucker for a pretty cover.”

“You know, there’s a whole thing about not judging books by them.” 

“That’s true. I just like collecting different versions. I like to see the different designs. This one is my favorite. It looks the fanciest.” She plucked a black book off the shelf with elaborate gold detailing.

Alastor let out an appreciative whistle. “My, my, that IS a sharp looking cover!” 

Charlie put the book back on the shelf and opened her closet doors. He was taken aback by the enormous amounts of bright colored fabrics. “Oh my. Hurts the eyes a bit, doesn’t it?” 

“I know, I really need to get rid of some of it, but who has the time?!” She began shoving mountains of fabric aside. 

“And yet, I’ve never seen you wear anything besides that red suit.” 

“I know, I just feel like it’s the most professional. This closet is full of stuff I’d like to wear. But that’s a separate issue. Ok, here’s what I’ve narrowed it down to.” She grabbed an armload of dresses and brought them over to her bed. “I’ve got a little black dress, a red dress, a pink dress, and another blue dress.” 

“It’s difficult to choose without seeing them on you, doll.” 

“Right! I just didn’t want to take up too much of your time. I’m sure you’ve got better things to do.” 

“Such as?” He smiled.

Charlie blinked. “I actually have no idea what you do in your free time. I feel like I probably don’t want to know.”

“HA! You crack me up, Charlie girl! If you’d like to have our appointment tomorrow, I’ll show you.” 

Charlie laughed. “That’s a funny way to say hanging out.” 

“Hanging out?”

Charlie took her dresses into the bathroom to try them on. “Spending time together as friends! Which we don’t have to have an appointment for. Just ask!” 

Alastor was perplexed. Were they friends? He supposed they were. “I was referring to our deal.” 

“Ok! What time?” 

“How’s 7 PM?” 

“Sure! Ok, here’s option one.” Charlie came out of the bathroom in a little black dress. It was fitted and flared at the waist, giving her a cute silhouette, but it was short. 

“Alright, very lovely. Though a bit short, don’t you think?” 

“That’s what happens when you’re six feet tall.” Charlie smirked and headed back into the bathroom. 

While he was waiting, he was DEFINITELY going to snoop around. He walked back over to her bookshelf and saw a picture of Charlie with a green demon. She had her arms around him and was grinning widely. The green demon just looked smug. 

“Here’s the red one.” 

He turned around and let out an involuntary crackle of static. 

“Uuuuum, I don’t really know how to interpret that.” Charlie smiled. 

“It’s a lovely dress. If you’re a STREET WALKER.” The dress was short, tight, and had cutouts on the sides. 

“You don’t like it? Angel gave it to me.” She walked up to him and smiled widely. She did a slow turn to show him all angles. When she turned back around he was looking at anything but her. 

“I don’t think wearing something out of Angel’s wardrobe really suits you.” 

“What’s the matter, Al? Are you alright?” Charlie moved even closer and smiled sweetly up at him, but he saw the mischievous glint in her eye. 

“Just fine, dear. Just worried about your modesty.”

Charlie couldn’t contain her laugh any longer. “I’m only teasing, Al. I just wanted to see your reaction. There’s no way I’d wear this ANYWHERE.” 

“Then why do you have it?” 

“Angel gave it to me. He said I needed a clubbing outfit.” She shrugged. “Onto the next!” 

He continued to poke around her room, examining the different photographs. He stopped in front of a family photo and was surprised that she looked more like her father than her mother. She and Lucifer shared the same big eyes and smile. 

“I feel like a cupcake.”

Alastor turned around and laughed. “You LOOK like a cupcake, doll.” It was a ballerina style dress and enormously puffy. She turned around and headed back into the bathroom. A moment later, the dress came flying out of the bathroom. “Just burn it, it’s awful!” 

Alastor chuckled and picked up the dress. “What’s the story here?” 

“A stuffy wedding.” She replied. He realized she’d left the door cracked open and he could see her. She was beautiful. He quickly turned away.

There was a knock on her door. “Want me to get that, doll?”

“Would you?” 

Alastor walked over and opened the door. “Hello, Vagatha! How can we help you?” 

Vaggie was stunned. “What are you doing here?!” 

“Assisting. Did you need something?” He smiled widely. 

“Yeah, to talk to Charlie. Is she here?”

“Yes, she’s getting dressed. Charlotte! Vagatha is here, should I let her in?” 

“Sure! Out in a sec, Vaggie!” Charlie’s voice called out. 

Alastor opened the door wider with a shit eating grin. The little moth girl was pissed. “Make yourself comfortable. Charlotte, may I make a suggestion? I don’t think we’ve had any winners so far.” 

“Go for it!” 

He walked over to her closet and began going through the clothes and humming. 

“What the FUCK are you doing?” Vaggie glared at him with her arms crossed. 

“Helping Charlotte select her outfit. She asked for my assistance.”

“I find that hard to believe. Outfit for what?”

“Why, for her date tonight!”

Vaggie’s face fell. “Date?” 

“Ok, this one is pretty but kind of a pain in the ass.” Charlie walked over to them. It was a blue cocktail dress, but with a corseted bust that had to be laced up. 

“Hmmm.” Alastor examined her and circled her like a shark. “I guess it depends on whether or not you’d like to breathe.” 

Charlie laughed. “Well then you’d better find something better or it’s the black one! Hi Vaggie, what’s up?” 

Vaggie looked stunned. “Oh, uh, I was going to ask if you wanted to do something tonight, but apparently you’ve got plans.” 

“Yeah, my redo date with Vox is tonight. Didn’t I tell you?”

“No. I feel like we’ve barely seen each other.” 

“You’re right, I’m sorry! I’ve been so preoccupied with the hotel. How about tomorrow night: you, me, pjs, and entirely too much junk food?” 

“I’d like that.” Vaggie smiled. 

“Don’t forget, I have you from 7-8, doll!” Alastor added with a smile. 

“Yeah, it’ll have to be after 8. But that still leaves us plenty of time!” 

“Are you sure you can work me into your busy schedule, or are you too busy hanging out with any other overlords?” Vaggie glared. 

“Vaggie…”

“I’m sorry, I just…can we talk privately?” 

“Sure. Be right back, Al!” 

Alastor continued sorting through the racks of clothes and sent his shadow to eavesdrop. 

“What are you doing, Charlie?!”

“What do you mean?”

“Why is the radio demon answering your door and going through your closet?”

“Because we’re friends, and I asked for his help.” 

“You could’ve asked for MY help.”

“You hate this sort of thing. Vaggie, what’s going on with you lately?” 

“I just…I’m worried that you’re letting the wrong people in. You’re so kind and I know you want to see the best in everyone, but you have to be careful.”

“I don’t really know what you’re worried about. Al hasn’t once tried to murder me or overthrow me. He’s been really kind.”

“EXACTLY! He’s NOT kind. Do you have any idea how many people he’s killed? How many souls he owns? He’s known for causing chaos and terror, so it doesn’t strike you as odd that he’s picking out your outfit like you’re girlfriends?!” 

Charlie sighed. “He’s given me no reason not to trust him. And yes, I’m aware of the things he’s done, and I don’t expect him to change overnight and suddenly be a saint. But he’s here. He’s helping with the hotel. And I think it’s really unfair to keep treating him like this. I know you’re worried about me, and I’m lucky to have a best friend like you looking out for me. But I also need you to trust me a little bit. Alright?” 

“Alright. I will. Just be careful, Charlie.” 

Charlie hugged Vaggie tightly. “Thanks for being such a good friend. Think about what movie you wanna watch tomorrow night, ok?” 

“Sure. Have fun on your date.” Vaggie gave her a weak smile.

Charlie returned to her closet and found Alastor holding up a light blue dress. “Give this one a try, doll.”

“Oh, that’s pretty! I don’t remember this one.” 

“How would you know, with everything you have stuffed in here?” 

“It seems a little…dated.” 

“Just give it a shot!” 

“Alright…” she took the dress into the bathroom. 

Alastor wasn’t entirely sure WHY he’d created a dress for her. He just didn’t like the idea of her going out in any of those other so-called dresses. Charlie was elegant. Those dresses were not. 

“It’s not my usual style, but… I think I like it!” Charlie came out of the bathroom and did a little twirl. The puffy blue dress flared out around her. He’d modeled it after a 1950s style dress, which was fitted up top but full at the bottom. Since it was a formal occasion, the neckline was off the shoulder. 

“You look FANTASTIC! Just a few finishing touches…” he pointed his microphone at her and placed a delicate pearl necklace around her neck and fashioned her hair into a more vintage style.

“Al, you’re AMAZING! I might have to have you take over as my stylist instead of Angel.” She giggled and looked at herself in the mirror. 

“Angel should not be giving fashion advice to anyone. I’d recommend not taking ANY advice from him.” Alastor came up and stood behind her in the mirror. “See here? Beautiful and elegant, without being provocative.” 

Charlie started to move, then stopped and bit her lip. “Something wrong, doll?”

“I wanted to hug you, but I figured you wouldn’t-OOF!” He’d crushed her against his chest. Charlie grinned at her victory. He finally let her go and she smiled up at him. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart!” His grin was genuine. “Though between you and me, this is all going to waste with that squawk box.” 

“Speaking of…what are you NOT going to do?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Hmmm, I don’t know what you’re referring to.” He smiled.

“ Alastor.” 

“I wouldn’t DREAM of ruining your little date, dear.” He tweaked her nose. “Why, I thought you were going to burn the hotel to the ground last time!” 

“I just…I don’t get to do this much.”

“Do what, doll?”

“Go on dates. People aren’t exactly lining up to go out with the princess of hell. Most people think I’m a joke.” 

“Those people, darling, are imbeciles. Total, utter idiots.” 

“I mean, I get it. I’m different. And my dad is literally the king of hell, so the idea of having to meet him one day…he’s scared off quite a few boyfriends. A few girlfriends too. And friends in general…” 

“Would this happen to be one of those boyfriends?” He summoned the picture of her with the green demon. 

“Oh. No, dad didn’t scare him off. He was just an asshole.” 

“Then why do you keep his picture displayed?” 

Charlie took the picture and chewed on her lip. “He was important to me. And this night was important to me. Dad FINALLY let me go to a dance. I was so excited. I made sure I had the perfect dress…but it wasn’t a great night. I mean, it started out that way. This picture was taken early in the evening.” 

She jumped when she felt Alastor’s thumb on her lip. “Stop that. You’ll chew your lip right off, young lady!”

“Nervous habit. Anyway, it was over after that night. But I kept the picture because, at the time, I was ridiculously happy. I’m not sure anything has made me feel like that since then. Being young and in love…it’s a powerful feeling.”

“I wouldn’t know.” He plucked a stray hair off her shoulder. 

“Really? You’ve never been in love?” She looked at him with big eyes. 

“Sweetheart, I never even LIKED anybody.” He grinned. 

“No one? There wasn’t a SINGLE PERSON you liked? Tolerated, maybe?” 

“I loved my mother. That was all.” 

“I find it hard to believe there was not one single person you remotely tolerated.” 

“Nope. Just me and my audience!” 

“So radio was your thing even when you were alive.”

“Of course! That’s how I became the radio demon.” 

“But Vox is a television demon and he has a tv as a head. You have fluffy ears.”

“FLUFFY EARS?” He scoffed. 

“Or is that your hair?” Charlie got a wicked smile on her face and stepped closer. 

“Careful, Charlotte.” He gave her a matching grin. 

“If you’d juuuust let me touch-“ she reached her hand out and he grabbed it. 

“You’ll have to try harder than thaaaat!” 

Husk and Niftty looked up at the sound of a scuffle, which was coming down the stairs. There was a red blur as Alastor came streaking into the lobby with a blue blur after him. “Give up, dear!” 

“NEVER!” 

“What the HELL is going on?!” Husk shouted as the pair crashed through the lobby. 

Alastor paused long enough for Charlie to leap onto his back. “HAHAAAA!” She shouted triumphantly. She rubbed his ears and smirked. “I win.” 

“Holy fuuuuuuck….” Angel walked in the front door with wide eyes. “I’m gone for two hours and she’s jumpin’ strawberry in the lobby?” 

Alastor and Charlie froze. Charlie was on his back with her legs wrapped around him, which he was holding to support her, and she had one arm around his neck and the other on his ear.

“Oh! Hi guys! This…is not what it looks like.” She let go of Alastor, but he hadn’t let her go yet. “ Al!” She hissed. He dropped her legs and she fell to the floor with a thump. 

“It LOOKS like you’ve got a death wish.” Husk was still gaping at them. 

Charlie stood up and cleared her throat. “Sorry, Alastor. I got a little carried away.” 

“Quite alright.” He appeared to still be frozen in place. 

“I, uh, better go straighten up before my date. Thanks for your help, Al!” She smiled brightly and headed up the stairs. 

The lobby was silent. Alastor was still frozen in place, trying to process what had just happened. 

“I SHIP IT!” Nifty screeched.

“You what?” Husk asked. 

“It means to want two people to be a romantic thing, even if they ain’t.” Angel answered. 

“I ship you and Angel!” Nifty said to Husk.

“The FUCK you do!” Husk glared. 

“Relax, she also ships me and the strawberry pimp.” Angel gestured to Alastor, but he was gone. 

“She say she had a date?” Angel asked as he sat at the bar. 

“Yeah. She’s going out with that dumbass tv demon.” Husk answered as he slid Angel a drink.

Angel’s face paled (as much as it could, he was covered in white fur.) “WHY?” 

“Fuck if I know.” 

“I gotta talk to her.” Angel ran up the stairs to Charlie’s room and began knocking. 

“Go away, Al! I’m busy!” 

“It’s Angel, toots.”

The door opened a minute later. “Oh! Hi Angel. I thought you went to work?”

“I did, but Val sent me home early, which is why I need to talk to you.” 

“Oh! Ok. Come on in.” 

Angel began anxiously pacing. “Look, I don’t like to stick my nose where it don’t belong, but I’m worried. Vox is NOT a good guy. You’d be horrified if you knew some of the stuff he did. But I also know you’re gonna say everyone deserves a second chance or some bullshit like that, so forget it. But what I’m worried about is Val.”

“Really? Why?” 

“Cuz I went to work like I always do, and Val tells me I’m gonna be working all night. Big surprise. But anyway, I’m there like two hours, we ain’t even really gotten started yet, when he gets a phone call. I could tell it was Velvette cuz that bitch is loud. She was yelling at him about needing to take care of something. Then suddenly Val has to go and sends everybody home.”

“I don’t understand.” 

“Do you think Val, my pimp and owner of my soul, is gonna be happy about his business partner going after you? You’re like the anti-Val!” 

Charlie absorbed the information. “But…why would he be so upset? I know we have our differences-“

“Because if you knew the things he did to me and the way the Vees treat people, you’d wanna take them down. Business comes first for Val. And if you’re a threat to it…” 

“You’re talking like he’s gonna try to kill me.” Charlie snorted.

“He might.”

“Look, I know he wants to protect his business, but attacking the princess of hell would be incredibly stupid.” 

“So he might not attack you. He might take it out on someone you care about.” Angel looked at her and she read between the lines. 

“No. Angel, no. I would NEVER let something like that happen because of me.” 

“Look, this could just be me being fuckin’ paranoid. Go on your date. Maybe he’s a charmer and I’m wrong about everything. And Valentino wouldn’t do anything right then. He’d just threaten you. But be. Careful. Why don’t you ask strawberry to play guard?”

“Because that would only make things worse. They have…issues. I’ll be ok. And I’m not completely helpless. Especially when it comes to my friends.” She hugged Angel tightly and he rested his head on hers. 

“Look, I know I give you a lotta shit, but you’re one of the only people that gives a shit about me. And I don’t want anything to happen to you.” 

“I promise I’ll be safe. Thank you for telling me.” 

“You’re welcome. Now what the hell are you wearing? You look like you’re from the 50s!”

Charlie was puzzled. Alastor had said his problem with Vox was that he’d hurt someone he cared for. So there WAS someone! She’d have to think about that later.

Alastor had been in his room trying to process everything that had just happened. The thing that confounded him most of all was the sheer JOY he had, running from Charlie and acting like an idiot. He hadn’t even minded when she caught him and touched his ears. It felt pretty nice actually. This was all dangerous, unfamiliar territory. He meant what he’d said. He didn’t even LIKE anyone. But somehow, Charlie had wormed her way in and planted a seed. 

He was FOND of her. He LIKED being around her. It was weird. He didn’t like not having control over everything, and that included his feelings (or usually lack thereof) so having FONDNESS for another person was incredibly frustrating. 

He felt like he should apologize if he’d made her uncomfortable. With what, he wasn’t sure exactly, but he saw the horror on everyone’s faces. He headed out into the hallway and was about to knock on her door when he heard her conversation with Angel. He stood there and listened, feeling anger begin to boil inside him. That disgusting, low life pimp had better not lay a FINGER on his Charlie-

Woah. HIS Charlie? Where did THAT come from? He didn’t have time to question it because the conversation was ending and Angel was about to leave. He knew one thing for certain:

There was no way in HELL she was going alone.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #charlastor #charlastor fanfiction #charlie x alastor

[lunartearrose]

Ockiss24 day 5 - darkness!

Characters: December (left), Violet (right)

World: my original project Dreamality :) (title is a work in progress i still dont know if i like it)

Writings under cut!

Once again, Violet and December met up for magic practice. It was a bit dark out, but neither of them minded it much. They stuck to the wide open field aways from the forest, and despite no moonlight, the stars seemed brighter than ever.

Violet was pleased to see him after her long day hunting - he was having a minimal pain day by the looks of the cane that sat beside him in the flowers.

Another thing she noted - his eyes were so shiny in the dark. She stared a ways away as he picked a poppy growing nearby, twisting it to and fro as he inspected how it looked, in his own little world of thought.

She could really watch for hours!

….but she should really make her presence known so she doesn't scare him!

So she walked forward casually, wings lighting her surroundings. “Hi December, I'm back! Are you ready for a new spell?”

December perked up at her voice. “Oh! Yes! Um- should I get up? Or?”

“Nah, you don't have to!” Violet replied, “this one's gonna be fun - I'll teach you to float!”

“Oooh, do you think I can do it?” December asks.

“I'm sure you can! It just needs some sort of focus from what I heard - something touching you that helps with the floating. Plenty of witches use their clothes as the object in question to charm. I was thinkin’ your cloak would make some fine floaties! And if not, we'll try it on your cane if you want. Or whichever one first!”

“Alright! Let's try my cloak first, then…” December replied.

Violet proceeded to show him the spell, using her scarf as the focus - he repeated it with his cloak to an amazingly quick success!

But… the cloak wasn't the best idea. The way it hung on its own wasn't comfortable. With the cane, it required him holding on, and it wasn't comfortable to use like a witch broom, besides not having the best arm strength and balance.

Eventually, the two workshopped and fine tuned until they figured out that the bandages he wore worked out perfectly!

Just like that, the two were floating upwards, Violet using her wings to stay afloat. Together, they marveled at the stars and from there, simply worked on how long December could concentrate on the spell.

And being up in the air gave the two plenty of time to chat about life. Violet’s been helping out the less fortunate between her hunting for a cure for River's entrapment, while December was recently accepted into a college for higher learnings of magic. Being able to find a cure amongst that extensive library would be a plus…

And of course, as the two remember what happened to River, a sad sort of silence fell between them.

And so, December grabbed her hands gently.

“I'd be really happy if you applied, too.” December said, smiling a little. “If we can't find a cure there, maybe… I dunno. It's somethin’ to do.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Violet said. “If they accept demons, I wouldn't mind trying school for real.”

“They'd make an exception for you, I'm sure! You're really sweet.” December replied.

And once again, his past conversation with River about Violet crossed his mind. She always classifies herself as a demon, yet she doesn't look or act like one. Her picking of souls isn't whatever is in front of her. She has no horns. Her wings are without proper form, just beautiful, melting stardust.

Maybe he could figure out that mystery, too, and tell River when he's free that his theory about the kid he loved as a daughter was right all along.

“Thanks, December.” Violet says, “show me how to apply when we get home, yeah?”

“Of course!”

At this, Violet starts to get excited thinking about it, swaying their intertwined hands between them in a little mock dance.

And then, another thought that had been nagging her recently crossed her mind.

“Hey, you know what's kinda weird?” Violet asked.

“Mhm?” December hummed in reply.

“I see it happen all the time around me. You know. But I never really do it myself.”

“Do what?”

“Kiss someone.”

At this, December blushed. “O-oh.”

“Right? I kinda don't get the hype. It's like. What does it really do?”

“I… well… it feels nice, i guess?”

“You guess?”

“I-i never really kissed anyone, either.”

Now. She wasn't sure why, but Violet figured she'd ask.

“Well. Do you wanna find out the big deal?” She asked.

December looked a bit nervous, but a bit excited, too. “Um! S-sure! A-are you sure you want to try it with me?!”

“Yup. We're best friends, so I don’t think there's anybody else I'd wanna try it with.” She replied.

“Well.” December replied, pulling her a bit closer as they floated, “Alright. I agree. L-let's try!”

And with that, Violet leaned in an kissed him.

December froze stiff. He forgot to do anything at all!

Including holding his concentration on that spell.

He quickly began to fall, slipping from her fingers a quick second before she quickly dove down and scooped him up. From there, she floated back down to the ground with him in her arms.

“My bad! I kind of forgot about the spell!! No smooches while concentrating!” Violet apologized, flushed from embarrassment.

December was blushing for different reasons. “I-it's ok! I forgot too.” After a pause, he said, “I don't think I kissed you right, either… c-could I try again?”

With that, she blushed even harder. “I! Um! Yeah, if you wanna…”

Truth be told, she understood why kisses were so fun, now.

Eventually, the two of them would come to realize that they didn't focus on any other spells that night.

At all.

Whoopsie!

#ockiss24 #oc kiss week #artists on tumblr #violet (oc) #December (oc) #art #cute

[k4dyz]

could we get some head canons or a ficlet of Mammon with a MC that enjoys night drives but as a passenger? (Like mammon driving and mc just vibing.) Somewhere in the canon it said he loved driving so I thought it would be cute.

DRIVE ME AROUND TOWN!

character(s); mammon

warnings; gn!reader, implied established relationship

word count; 728

The sound of coins clinking against each other echoed throughout the second born’s room as you tried your best to stay focused on studying for an upcoming test that you were sure the demon beside you counting coins, Mammon, wasn’t prepared for.

He hums a small tune with a grin on his face as he counts his grimm and all you can do is hold back a groan as he finishes and begins recounting them. It takes a single one falling from his hands and colliding with the ground to make you huff and stand to your feet, turning to stare at the greedy demon who’s fingers chase after the fallen grimm and picks it up.

His head raises and his eyes meet yours that almost glare back at him. “Huh? Are ya done studyin’?” He asks with his brow raised in question at the suddenness of your study coming to an end so soon.

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and if it were any other situation he would’ve pulled out his D.D.D and snapped a quick photo to keep to himself, but you clearly weren’t in the mood for his jokes or pranks. “I can’t study with your counting, Mammon.”

He grins at you, testing your very thin patience. “I can’t count with your writin’.” He shoots back with a playful glint in his eyes that you normally would’ve smiled and rolled your eyes at him.

He takes your frustration into thought when you dare to stomp on his feet and he curls in on himself from where he sits on the couch before laughing at your upset face. “Alright, alright. Why don’t ya let The Great Mammon take ya out for a ride?”

Your eyes almost sparkle at the question and he takes that subtle reaction as a yes as he stands up and casually walks towards his car. “Ya comin’ or what, human?”

A night drive was something you definitely needed considering how much more relaxed you were now with a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Mammon could only hope it was too dark outside for you to notice his stare and goofy smile as he took you out for a joyride around Devildom at such a late hour.

You’ve completely disregarded studying and sighed as you leaned back in the seat of Mammon’s car, turning and smiling at him who after locking eyes with you directs his focus back to the road as if he wasn’t just staring at you dreamily.

“Y’know,” You sigh, leaning over and staring out the open window at the dark sky. “You might be a pain in the ass most times,”

“But…?” He drags out expecting you to add on with something positive to say about him but you only snicker at him. “Oh c’mon! I’m the best, how dare ya call me a pain in the ass!”

His furrowed brows raise at the sound of your giggle and his heart skips a beat when your hand brushes against his forearm. You’re really gonna kill him one day with these acts.

“Sure, whatever you say, babe.” You say playfully, poking at his very warm cheek and you could just tell he was blushing wildly right now and it made your chest feel fuzzy with warmth. “Seriously though, thank you for driving me around tonight.”

He mumbles at your words, a pout on his face as his fingers grip into the stirring wheel. “Ya better be grateful! No one else is gonna take you ridin’ around except for me!” He says it like it’s a statement and you don’t object, instead opting to hum in agreement with him and resting your hand over his that has been very slowly inching closer to your thigh.

His heart is hammering against his ribcage and his face feels hot and his palms feel sweaty but he’s content in the moment, driving you around and seeing your smiling face is the best thing he could ask for (but never admit to). His fingers interlock with yours and he feels happy in the moment shared by only the two of you. He should be heading back by now if he doesn’t want Lucifer lecturing him for eight hours but Mammon is greedy and he’s going to soak up this peaceful night he has with you right now for as long as he can.

#mammon x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #mammon fluff #om! mammon #mammon x y/n #obey me x gender neutral reader

[edosianorchids901]

A Day in the Life

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "reporting the scoop"

“Angel!” Crowley kicked the shop door open and stormed in, heart pounding. This was ridiculous. A disaster. “Aziraphale, are you here?”

“Crowley?” Aziraphale rushed out of the back room, carrying an armful of scrolls. He looked over Crowley as if expecting signs of injury. “Good Heavens, what’s the matter?”

Breathless, Crowley leaned against the counter and tried to focus. “Need your help.”

“Yes, of course! Anything, my dear.” Once again, Aziraphale looked him over. “Um. With what?”

Crowley slammed the newspaper down. “I need a scoop.”

Aziraphale blinked at him, then slowly said, “Well, there is an ice cream shop just around the corner…”

“No, I’m not talking about scoops of ice cream,” Crowley snapped, thumping the newspaper. “M’ talking about this.”

Expression crinkled with confusion, Aziraphale looked down at the Infernal Times. His eyes widened with a terrifying sort of excitement. “Oh, a scoop! About what?”

“Life on Earth, mostly. Hell wants me to do up something like…” Crowley made a face and shrugged, trying to remember. “The ways that I tempt humans and ruin the world. Or how I thwart angels.”

“By inviting them to lunch,” Aziraphale said primly.

“Angel!”

“I do suppose that wouldn’t be very helpful in this instance.”

“Not exactly.” Snarling with annoyance, Crowley flopped down on the bookshop sofa and tossed the newspaper to the coffee table. “I’ve got no damn clue what to write about. I mean, got loads of stuff I could report on about Earth, but most of what I wanna say would get me locked up in a torture chamber for the next few millennia.”

Aziraphale shuddered and sat beside him. “Well, we can’t have that. But how can I help?”

“I’m pretty fantastic at bullshitting, if I do say so myself, but…” This was probably gonna sound insulting, but Crowley was getting desperate. “You’re the master of it.”

Aziraphale’s cheeks flushed, and he flicked a hand. “Don’t be absurd. Angels don’t… do that.”

“Okay, sure, but I’ve never met anyone else who is as good at creative interpretations of orders and actions.” Crowley pouted at him and gave a tempting sway. “Please?”

For a moment, Aziraphale just stared at him, lips pursed. Then he sighed. “All right, my dear. What precisely do you need?”

“Nnnnh, I dunno. Something that won’t get me tossed in a torture chamber.” Anxiety crushed Crowley’s chest, and he gulped. If he fucked this up…

“It’s quite all right, my dear. I’ll help.” Aziraphale’s fingers curled around his and very gently squeezed his hand. “We shall come up with something beyond reproach.”

Crowley stared at their joined hands for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. So. Technically, m’ supposed to do like, ‘a day in the life’ sort of feature about myself. But my life is… driving around in my car, listening to loads of music, watching telly, drinking scotch, hanging out with an angel…”

None of which were exactly convincing as demonic activities. He was so fucked.

But Aziraphale’s expression brightened, and he nodded. “Well, that certainly gives us a great deal to work with.”

---

Article in the Infernal Times:

Evil never sleeps, and every day starts early for the Demon Crowley. After six thousand years as Hell’s top agent of mayhem, he’s an expert at time management. With this many human souls to harvest, efficiency is key.

Rousing human drama sets the mood for a successful day. Over the centuries, Crowley has sank his claws deep into the fields of human entertainment. Every day, he studies the latest twists and turns of human television and films, ready to pounce at the first sign of an opportunity.

One call to a studio to nudge a plot towards darkness, and he’s off to the next job. The chaos of human traffic has always been one of Crowley’s specialties—just look at the M-25, a project that earned him a commendation—and he does his part to make the roads even worse. By exceeding the speed limit and cutting off other drivers, he plants seeds of wrath and envy, causing a ripple effect that tarnishes thousands of souls at once.

As he drives through London, human entertainment makes a reappearance. Crowley blasts music in his car, another clever source of annoyance for those unfortunate souls nearby. He also specializes at lurking in pubs, where he can encourage drunkenness and sloth. Every little bit of evil advances the goal of bringing about Armageddon.

During his long days and nights of tempting and corrupting people, Crowley also keeps an eye on his adversary, the Principality Aziraphale. Through clever distractions and close observation, he sabotages Heaven’s plans.

“It’s a tough job,” Crowley says, pouring another glass of alcohol. “But somebody’s gotta do it.”

---

One week later

Crowley kicked the shop door open, latest edition of the *Infernal Times* in hand. “Angel!”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale shoved out of his chair, eyes wide, and rushed over. “How did it go? Is everything okay?”

“Yup. And look at that.” Grinning, Crowley shoved the paper into Aziraphale’s hands and tapped it enthusiastically. “Front page column and everything. Thanks.”

“Oh, how exciting! And you’re quite welcome.” Aziraphale gave him a shy look. “Although I wouldn’t object to a more concrete form of thanks.”

Rolling his eyes, Crowley jerked his thumb towards the door. “Come on, then. I’d better provide some clever distractions and close observation in the form of lunch. And drinks, of course.”

“Of course,” Aziraphale said slyly, taking his arm. “You old fiend, sabotaging my plans again.”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale

[megamattzx]

Preview: A Moment with the Son Family

A moment with the Son Family:

Goku was seen meditating over the Capsule Corp pond trying to get some mental training in, his mind was focused on the meditation at hand clearing his mind of any negative thoughts and any personal demons. He was trying to find his inner peace. 

"Focus Goku...." The Earth Saiyan said to himself as he tried to focus on his meditation. He was trying to do mental training to help him find inner peace. "Clear your mind..... Find your center... Deep breaths...... Focus......."

Still meditating or at the very least trying to. Visible strain could be seen in Goku's mind as he himself was dealing with his own personal demons. Just because he was happy-go-lucky didn't mean he didn't have these types of problems. He just hid that fact.

A small twinkle of sweat could be seen falling across his cheek as his breathing became slightly heavier while trying to calm down and purge his thoughts, the voices in his head laughing at him but he was trying to shut them out of his mind. "Stop it..." Goku said calmly.

Clearly showing that he still had some control. "All these voices are just a painful memory in your head Goku...." Still trying to focus, Goku slowly was able to calm his mind once more as he continued to meditate as there was clearly a reason for him to do so.

Trying to stay calm during the whole ordeal as ripples or forming under him as he levitated over the pond, his eyes closed as he floated there, deep in thought. He only continued to meditate further as he mentally placed himself as if he was entranced in the spirit world.

In his mind, he was merely battling everyone he had fought in the past at that point. Trading punches and blows while also avoiding being hit in his base form. He only continues to battle it out as he uses all of his various techniques and strategies on his enemies. He only continued as he blocked the attacks and recovered every time he got knocked back. There were times he also fired various energy blasts as well. He took down more enemies as it went on and was fighting multiple versions of everyone he had faced in the past. 

He even fought multiple versions of foes that all his friends and allies faced in the past as well. He only continued until someone broke his concentration which caused him to lose his train of thought. Brought back to reality, Goku then turns to see a young boy, floating before him. A boy that looks completely identical to him aside from the fact that he had a tail and Goku was able to tell that he was a Saiyan.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the boy. It was almost as if he knew him, and in truth, he did. He then started getting up while floating as he looked at the boy. "What are you doing here Kaka?" Goku asked the boy with a hint of curiosity. "Didn't your mom have you studying for a little bit before we started training?"

"Just finished Dad," The boy responded. "Mom told me to find ya so that we could start."

"You telling me the truth, Son Kakarot Goku Jr?" The older Saiyan asked, paying close attention as the boy nodded. Goku could easily tell that he was telling the truth, but he wanted to hear it from Chi-Chi first. "Ya know I'm gonna want to hear it from your mom, right?"

"Yes, Dad," the younger Goku said. "I figured ya wanted to talk to Mom about it first."

Goku smiled a bit at this. "Alright kiddo," he said as he got up. Ruffling his adopted son's hair a bit, causing the boy to chuckle. As soon as that was done, the two of them headed over back to the Son Family residence on Mount Paozu. Chi-Chi was waiting for the two of them to come back. With a smile on her face, as the two landed, she quickly ran up to Goku and quickly hugged him.

"Welcome home!" She said cheerfully. She was more cheerful than usua lolpl as she stared into her husband's eyes. Her beautiful smile always made him smile. 

"Thanks, Hun,". Goku told her. "I was gonna start training with Kaka, but I wanted to make sure he was done studying for the day."

Chi-Chi looked at Goku Jr before quickly grabbing the boy and holding him in a tight but affectionate hug. Goku Jr is struggling to break free. "He passed several exam tests today!" Chi-Chi cried out truthfully. "Our little Sonku is not only getting stronger, but he's also getting smarter!"

"Mom!" Goku Jr cried out in embarrassment. "Stop it! It's embarrassing!" The boy only continued to try to break free of his mother’s hold. But the human mother was clearly showing that she herself was still training with his inability to break free. The Saiyan boy only saw his father chuckle a bit.

“That’s Great, Kaka!” Goku said with another chuckle. Ruffled his hair a bit. 

"Dad!" Goku Jr shouted, even more embarrassed. "Not you too!" His face was partially red at this point. And its tail fluffed up from his embarrassment.

Chi-Chi then giggled herself as she let her son go, causing Goku Jr to cross his arms and pout in an embarrassed tone. His tail was still puffy as he did so. Goku didn't realize just how expressive the saiyan tails could be until now.

"Come on kiddo," Goku said in a light-hearted tone. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Goku Jr only pouted more. Goku and Chi-Chi could see the resemblance to Goten from Goku Jr's behavior right now. It made sense tho. The two were raised as if they were twins. It didn't help that they were also the same age. Just as this was happening Goten was seen flying back home as he landed in front of his parents and his brother. 

"Hey Dad!" Goten said with excitement. A cheerful smile on his face as he said that. "I was actually going to start looking for you soon!"

Goku couldn't help but smile as he then took a small glance at Goku Jr and then back at Goten. "Well it seems both of you have been doing well with your studies," he said before looking at Chi-Chi, causing her to give an approving nod. "I was about to start training with your brother here if you want to join us Goten?"

Goku Jr didn't have any objections to it. Even if he did Goku would very much offer it to Goten anyway. After all, they were brothers and Goku had no intention of playing favorites among the three of them. And neither did Chi-Chi. Goten quickly nodded from this with a smile on his face. 

"You bet!" Goten said with a confident tone in his voice as he then looked at Goku Jr. "I'm actually curious how far we both grew! And besides if we knew each other's levels of power currently maybe we could find ways to get one up on Trunks and Vegeta!"

Goku Jr heard that as his embarrassment slowly faded away and was replaced with a confident smile as well.  His tail swung around with excitement as if he was itching to train with his brother again. The two were most certainly inseparable. There is clearly a strong bond between the two of them which made sense considering they were raised together as if they were twins even though one of them was biologically a clone of his father. In their hearts, they were brothers. That's all that mattered. 

"We'll get stronger, and show them just how much we've improved!" Goku Jr said with excitement and confidence in his voice. His tail swayed around faster at this point. The two boys then laughed together as Goku then gave a faint smile of pride to his sons. They clearly had every intention of improving their own abilities. Chi-Chi also couldn't help but smile at her sons showing that energetic personality she became all too familiar with from her family. She loved that aspect of her husband and even her children. And raising Goku Jr though more frustrating than her other two boys at times, due to him being a pure-blooded saiyan, was also extremely fulfilling. 

"Just be back home in time," Chi-Chi reminded the three of them, knowing Goku would do his best to keep track of time. "We're going over Gohan's for dinner tonight, remember?"

"We'll try to be back on time, don't worry," Goku assured her, which caused her to only smile. 

Chi-Chi then looked at her two younger boys as she then gave a slightly stern look but not too strict. "Be on your best behavior for your father, okay?" She reminded the two boys to which they both responded with a nod. Smiling at this, she then kissed Goku on the cheek. "Don't be too hard on them, okay?" She told Goku which Goku nodded before kissing her forehead.

"I'll try to be back in a few hours, that should give the boys time to get ready for dinner," he assured her, which put a little bit of her mind at ease with that. More so than it already was. He was always so considerate. Even though she knew they weren't necessarily leaving the house, they were going to be outside for the entire duration of the training so it made sense for Goku to say that they'll be back in a few hours. 

A few moments later, Goku Jr was seen stretching a bit before him and Goten looked at each other and nodded, before entering a fighting stance when they started down their father. Goku cracked his neck a bit before he mentally prepared himself for his sons to attack him. This was all part of the training. Though admittedly it had been awhile since he last trained the two of them together simultaneously. Goku took a deep breath and then entered a defensive stance, which caused the two boys to charge at their father. Goku Jr tried to attack from the right while Goten tried attacking from the left. Goku quickly caught on while he grabbed Goku Jr's leg, mid motion with the right legged roundhouse kick, while blocking Goten's left hook punch with his left arm.

"What the!?" Goku Jr said in shock. He was sure their coordination was going to work. 

Goku only grinned as he then began to speak. "Ya think I wasn't going to notice?" He said with a confident tone as he quickly jumped away from the two. Goku Jr tried charging at his father, punching, kicking and flailing as many attacks as he could, with the older saiyan just dodging the attacks with ease. The frustration was seen on the younger Saiyan's face as he tried to connect a hit on his father. Goku only evaded each of his attacks, the frustration evident in Goku Jr's grunts as he tried to get a hit on him. Goku then grabbed his son's neck, similar to how Whis grabbed his own, years back as he then smiled. Only having enough pressure to immobilize him, rather than harm him in any way. "Having trouble, kiddo?" He asked. A chuckle heard in his voice.

As soon as he asked that, the Earth Saiyan noticed his other second eldest, swooping in to try to kick him, to which Goku responded by catching his leg, catching both boys off guard. "What the hell!?" Both boys simultaneously said which caught Goku by surprise. 

"Language boys!" He responded before both boys quickly broke Free of their father's hold. Jumping back a bit as they try to prepare for their next attack. An apologetic look was seen on the expressions on both the two sons of Goku. Goku knew they didn't mean ill will towards this and could tell that they were caught off guard. Goku was fully aware of their coordination. He really did know those boys all too well.

The two then quickly powered up without transforming before trying again as Goku continued to evade the attacks of his sons. Countering the attacks whenever he had thrown at him, the saiyan father then slowly but surely paid close attention to their movements. Keeping up with both of them simultaneously as they continue to try their coordinated attack.

The boys could clearly see this as they then devised a little mischievous plan to catch their father off guard. Goku Jr looked at Goten. Both sharing that same grin implying that they were up to something which Goku quickly caught notice of. But before he could deduce what was going on, the two boys quickly charged at him with Goku Jr quickly jumping ahead and putting his hands around his forehead as he shouted out. "SOLAR FLARE!!!!!" And as soon as he shouted that a huge ray of light was seen which flashed into Goku's eyes as he quickly covered them due to the overwhelming bright light. Realizing that he had just been blinded by his own son, he cursed himself in his own mind for getting careless during a training session.

"Ah shit!" Goku said as he shut his eyes. Not realizing his boys just heard him swear until it was too late as the two boys then delivered a dual gut punch at their father. Chuckling as they did so.

"Language Dad!" The two said playfully, laughing as they did so as Goku realized that this was their plan all along as he fell to the ground.

He couldn't even be mad at his sons. The whole point of the exercise was to lay a hit on him by any means necessary. And they succeeded. They called him off guard in a creative way. Regaining his eyesight and recovering from his adopted son's surprise attack, Goku couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Clever brats," Goku told them playfully. "You know that means you're gonna be wearing weights in our training session, tomorrow. Both of you are!" All three of them were chuckling a bit afterwards.

"We still got ya, Dad," Goku Jr pointed out. Goku smiled at this.

"I'm aware," the father told him as he got up. Ruffling both of his two boys' hairs simultaneously as they chuckled. "Good teamwork by the way!"

The boys then chuckled a bit as they were being congratulated on their accomplishment. "We should probably head back before Mom gets on our case about not having time to get cleaned up!" Goku Jr then said. Causing Goku to chuckle a bit as he ruffled his hair a little. That only caused the boy to giggle a bit again.

"Don't rush me boy," the father said in a playful manner. His laughter made it clear that he was just messing with him. "But we have been out here for a while so we should probably get back and get ready while we still have time before we have to leave for your brother's place for dinner." 

"Do ya think Videl and Gohan are gonna be inviting Grandpa Ox over?" Goten asked his father.

"Most likely," Goku answered his son truthfully. A smile formed on his face as he pointed this out. "It is a family dinner after all. Though I need you to be on your best behavior, Kaka."

Goku Jr chuckled nervously from his father's last remark. Out of the three siblings he was the biggest troublemaker of them all. Made sense. Unlike his brothers, Goku Jr wasn't necessarily a hybrid but a pure-blooded Saiyan instead. He was created with the Dragon Balls 11 years ago when Goten was born. 

"I mean it Kaka," Goku said. A little more serious this time. "No pranks while we're at your brother's."

"Yes sir," Goku Jr said in a compliant tone.

"That goes for you too Goten," Goku quickly said to his other son as he quickly saw the grin from him. The stern tone in his voice made it clear that he was keeping an eye on them. Goten didn't say anything but rather looked down as he nodded. When the three of them entered the house, the two boys quickly went to grab their things that they were going to bring to Gohan's.

"Kaka, take a shower first," Chi-Chi told the younger pure blooded Saiyan, causing his tail to spring up and even fluff up as if he was busted. And here he was hoping she wouldn't notice that he hadn't taken a shower yet. Well so much for that.

"Why am I the one that always showers first?" Goku Jr somewhat ranted a bit, causing Goku to give him a stern stare. It wasn't too stern but just enough to get the younger Goku to back down.

"Because you're the one with the tail, kiddo," Goku reminded him. "Goten, you take the bath first and then you rotate with your brother."

Chi-Chi couldn't help but smile at this. The two "twins" could be a handful at times, but her and Goku always seemed to know how to handle them. Granted Goku took over mainly with discipline when it came to Goku Jr but she couldn't really blame him. He was a pureblooded saying after all and he did see a lot of himself in their adopted son.

“Fine,” Both sons said in defeat as the two went to grab clean clothes before entering the two bathrooms. There was no point in arguing with both parents.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball z #dragon ball gt #son goku #super dragon ball heroes #alternate timeline #alternate universe #goku #chichi #gochi #gokujr #goten and goku jr are brothers in this continuity #goku jr is gochi's son in this continuity #goku jr #goku x chichi #son family #canon divergent au #canon departure #fluff #family

[adhdslugcrimes]

Things my OCS have said in rp since it's my anniversary, 8 year anniversary, schedule this post so I didn't for get it and yes it was in pride month.

"I've eaten out your pussy I think double dipping is the least of our problems."

"bitch sit your ass down, he's 4'11 your 9' that shorty gonna fold you like a lawn chair if you don't behave."

"murder is like, my lease offensive crime I've done."

"no, *sir* I didn't just kick his ass, I mopped the floor with it. There's a different."

"no that button for snacks, that other button for the atomic bombs, I don't know why we put them together ask boss!"

"hey I need you to — stop screaming you were naked for me a little while ago, anyways need go to go to the store."

"no I will not put on clothes, you broke into my house damnit!"

"I could've fucked a god."

"this is a Mafia business, not my little pony!?"

"strawberry lube does taste like strawberries."

"were are you going!? You fucked up my toaster!"

"get the spider out of your mouth, I want to kiss you not Daisy."

"Red if you tell Jackson about this I will take your dick to make you choke on you fuckin demon, let me eat my damn cookies!"

"I was married once... Before the accident... Nah she was just a bitch, and wanted my lung."

"I don't care you're pussy good, I'm still going to eat you, I'm a cannibal damn it."

"don't eat the blue cakes, it tastes like ass."

"who did you kill... Oh my god, you just didn't kill my mother what is wrong with you!?"

"that's it I'm fuckin your brother."

"remember little sister, if he looks at you hit him... Yeah I'm talking about you dipshit, you ate the last bagel pizza!"

"I know, death is fuckable but we shouldn't focus on that because WE'RE STUCK IN A WORLD THAT WANTS TO KILL US AND HAS GREAT MEDICAL BENEFITS DEBORAH!"

"why I hate angels? Well you see my mom got knock up by a demon, they forced her to keep me, and they killed her right in front of me before torturing me, then sent to earth to suffer. So fuck that country angel bastard, I'm not taking shit from him."

"I'm a bounty hunter, not a booty hunter, but some pants on man."

"I want to suck you, but not you dick I'm a vampire I need blood."

"you stole my heart, my love, possibly my liver, and yet no kiss?"

"no homo!? Christian I just sucked your dick, we're pass no homo!"

"so... Anyone seen Miya, she's short, has a god complex, made of tears of children and cockroaches, probably have rabies?"

"I'm a werewolf, not a damn puppy stop throwing the ball I'm going to —" chase it and brought it back, "I fuckin hate you... Throw it again."

#oc stuff #roleplay #my anniversary #technically is probably 7 years if i threw away the fuckin beyblade burst rps i did first but cringe as it was it was my start #sluggy schedule post

[balanceoflightanddark]

Avatar and the Unwillingness to Grow Up

First and foremost, Avatar the Last Airbender is a show that is geared towards children.

Yes, I know that is a staggering reality check amidst all the talk of genocide, warfare, abuse, heavy topics, and whatnot. But it was ultimately written and directed to appeal to kids and teens. It features kid heroes having adventures to stop the bad guy and save the world. That's practically a mark of the genre.

And the term "kids' show" is usually used to deflect criticism because of it and the follow-ups (the comics and Legend of Korra).

Here's the thing though: Avatar the Last Airbender appealed to a larger audience because it was still good despite being meant for children. The characters were well written. The action was well executed. And the plot, despite its shortcomings, was still ahead of their time.

It wasn't that ATLA is a kids' show that is causing problems for the franchise as a whole moving forward.

More it's the fact that the franchise seems unwilling to grow up and mature.

Let me try to explain: ATLA's audience aren't kids anymore. They are adults who grew up, graduated, got jobs, and so on. And they're not gonna be younger any time soon. That doesn't mean they still can't enjoy the original series, but subsequent installments need to reflect this. Otherwise, they're gonna be left in the dust. This is something all children's media faces: either they focus on the target demographic or they branch out and touch more "mature" topics.

Either one is fine, but when a series focuses on pretty heavy topics like Avatar, you do need to step up your game if you want to stay relevant. That's what they attempted to do with the comics and LOK.

They didn't do them well.

This had its roots back in the original series with the demonizing and whitewashing of various characters (like Iroh and Azula for example). Again, this was fine since the main heroes were kids so their view of the world is gonna be immature, and the Fire Nation (despite being humanized) were ultimately the bad guys that needed to be stopped. Even Zuko's ascension to the throne, while it wouldn't automatically solve everything like the narrative insists it would, isn't as bad since they left a lot of wiggle room with how his reign may go. So the effect wasn't as bad.

It's just without a clear bad guy anymore, without some monster that needs to be slain...we start to have problems. Now suddenly the Gaang are thrust into trying to mediate world peace, but they fail to do so. Badly. They view people as being either good or evil, no in-between, even when the situation and circumstance says otherwise. The Fire Nation is good now, everyone who says otherwise is evil. Zuko is in charge, so screw everyone who has a problem with his rule (even though the reign we see is pretty disastrous). For said arbitrators of peace, they don't do a whole lot of compromise and seem to carry on with exactly what they were doing during the War. Even when the situation is delicate and requires a bit more tact without throwing elements at bad guys.

Same thing with Legend of Korra. Despite being about heavy topics on paper with no clear good or bad guys, the narrative always takes one side, demonizes the other, and never goes into detail about how the situation is to be resolved aside from "bad guys defeated". Which, again, is a pretty childish way of looking at the world.

It's this unwillingness to mature, this belief that they still need to adhere to the same tools they used in ATLA is what is causing problems for the franchise as a whole. This is frustrating since they have the characters and themes in place already which could propel the franchise to new heights and sophisticated storytelling. And the characters suffer for it. The unwillingness to change their child-like view of the world despite supposedly knowing better makes it seem like the writers are coddling them and appealing to nostalgia instead of developing them and making them stronger.

And the more stories they tell with this mindset is gonna get worse over time stuff until we get stuff like-

...yeah. I went there. The authors' unwillingness for Peter Parker to change and actually learn about taking responsibility and making hard choices is what led to awful storylines like this.

And I'm afraid that if Bryke wants ATLA to go mainstream, yet still insists on having a childish narrative that is neither appropriate or respectful of the characters they seem intent on coddling, then we're gonna get crap like this if we haven't already.

I'm not against having a good guy vs bad guy narrative. What I am against is stories, themes, and characters getting dumbed down to fit that mold. If characters like Azula keep getting shoved into the role of bad guy even if it's not appropriate, and the heroes continue to insist that everyone who is against them are irredeemably evil, then the series isn't going to change.

And with the audience getting older yet the heroes never growing up, who's gonna bother with the further adventures of the Gaang since they can't relate to them anymore?

#atla critical #atla comics critical #anti atla comics #atla meta #gaang critical #character stagnation #black and white morality #and problems with it #avatar studios

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 69 - nice - Folding laundry

Of course, it's a Web episode and it starts with Martin.

MARTIN "No but she’s pretty private with that stuff. Not like Tim." - Tim going on and on about his dates and/or hook-ups is canon.

Jon immediately getting defensive when Martin mentions Tim and Martin begging Jon to just talk to Tim. I'm guessing Tim and Martin are talking about this, Martin being the caregiver and Tim being pretty open (except for his brother and his whole history with the Stranger).

JON "Ironically, I think working is all Tim and I can do together." - Meaning they also had a non-work-related relationship? I mean, we don't know, but they were both in research and Jon asked for Tim (and Sasha) as assistant, so that at least implies that Jon did know him to some extent, that he said "I wanna continue working with this dude". I really like to see them both as friends before all this shit started, even if Tim was a bit salty about Jon getting the Head Archivist position instead of Sasha.

MARTIN "Look. Jon… when was the last time we all just talked? Just talked, without all of this –" - And so they did talk non-work-related stuff before all went to hell? Did they go to the pub together? I like to think it was like that. S1 Archives Crew <3

MARTIN "He’s not wrong, you know." - Not wrong about what?

I love Jonny's way of introducing a story like "I'm gonna vaguely talk about that thing that happened without ever saying what happened or I'm giving you one horrible detail that came out of all this, just to make everyone curious"

"And when I started to see more and more spiders around the lab, I turned the very real sense of unease into the… the fun sort of fear, like I was just playing at being scared. It’s so strange, even when you’re really looking for horror, it’s impossible to actually believe it. It always feels like something you made up. Just having a bit of fun scaring yourself. Because those things don’t happen. Not in the real world." - This speaks to me very much.

"but I know ESP research when I’m mopping its floors." - Well, I don't so I'm googling it xD (Is the term generally known in native English speaking?), Let's see, what we've got there "ESP has been defined as ‘anomalous processes of information or energy transfer, processes such as telepathy… that are currently unexplained in terms of known physical or biological mechanisms’" (https://www.bps.org.uk/psychologist/extra-sensory-perception-controversial-debate)

"Not that I minded, of course; I love that crap." - I do love that crap too. But I actually mind it very much in the real world, especially when they want to justify it in the medical field. All this pseudoscience mumbo-jumbo like energy medicine is potentially dealing with persons who seriously need medical attention and those Charlatans gonna send them home like nothing's wrong. This is highly dangerous.

"I’m a horror nut but I generally tend toward the more sci-fi end. Demons and ghosts have never really got me but give me aliens or the sinister powers of the human mind and I am there." - Funny, I'm very much the opposite. I mean, I AM a horror nut! But I like supernatural horror the most. Sci-fi yes, but it depends. Alien (the movie, not Aliens as monsters), yes! The Thing, I mean come on, of course! Annihilation (this one has also has cosmic horror tho), Life, Underwater (Hmm… there's a pattern of inescapability). Interesting that a lot of movies, that I would count more as cosmic horror than sci-fi (Bird Box, The Endless, The Mist, Color Out of Space… ok, that got "space" in it) are categorized as sci-fi horror. Hm… Maybe I do like sci-fi horror more than I thought and it's just sci-fi-sci-fi which I don't like? I'm definitely fed up on Christian religious/demon movies for the next few years tho, that is getting old… So yeah, just my… thought for the day! XDD

"The subject’s name was Annabelle Cane." - On my first listen I couldn't focus and barely followed the plot. So naturally I totally missed Annabelle being introduced in this episode.

"I’m sure you can guess what I ended up cleaning more and more of over the course of the study. Cobwebs." - I wonder if you could kind of see this part of a subtle hint, that no cobwebs in TMA ever are a coincident.

"I can still remember her face as she told me that Annabelle had apparently reported having several unsettling dreams about spiders. Notably, at no point in the experiment had she been informed that it was spiders being used." - I wouldn't be too sure about that being a sign of "telepathy" as the statement-giver just told us, that he saw more and more cobwebs in the building and sometimes spiders scuttling away to hide. Annabelle easily could have seen them as well.

"She dressed like a vintage clothing store exploded on her" - lol

"every one of the other participants in that study, Dr. Bates’ so-called “projectors”, have also disappeared. I cannot help but wonder how many cobwebs might be found in their old homes." - Just a year ago he laughed about Carlos Vittery and now he's saying stuff like this xD S1 Jon was fun at times.

Aw man, Jon sounds so sad in the supplemental part..

"I should ask the others for help but I… I can’t. At best, they’d just try to talk me out of it. At worst… No, I… if I’m going down there, I go alone. I should just leave it." - He wants to be with the others. But he knows he burned that bridge with at least Tim and probably (Not!)Sasha as well and I'm guessing he is very much still paranoid having the Not!Them around.

"But I can’t not know." - When my spouse listened to this he laughed and said "Ha, he's just like you!" Yeah, thanks :/

I feel ESP research and experimentation is probably much more common in a reality that hosts supernatural horror, even if it's not a universally known fact, it still lurks underneath everything, making people more inclined to study it and create with it as inspiration. In the same way I feel the horror genre is probably more prevalent in that kind of world as well

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