#`shining rainbows` charlie

[hellshoard]

lettherebemonsters asked: The last thing Adam remembered seeing was Lute screaming at him, tears flowing as darkness clouded his vision. He thought he was falling.....the darkness cut into moments of light and excruciating agony.

Was he dead? Did he die again? He didn't know...but he almost wished he was. The allure of oblivion better than being in Hell.....even heaven.

Until he opened his eyes to find himself in a building with red blankets and crimson pillows. A place with the portrait of that little brat....Lucifer's kid.

And with horror Adam realized.....he was still alive. But in Hell.....trapped.

With the hotel having been rebuilt, Charlie had been working hard to get her people to come to it. They had a few more, seeing how things were getting better. Certainly helped that her father was around and people still thought she was crazy but in the end, they had stopped the Extermination. But when she saw a sinner, looking fresh yet he looked very familiar, she brought him inside. She knew that it was scary watching up in a place that was unfamiliar. So she made sure to place him in a room with a bunch of blankets and pillows.

Of course, it was her room. She hadn't used it much, far too busy to be doing things to get everything ready. Coming back with a small tray of food, mostly finger food that wouldn't really spoil only to spot the person awake. She beamed at him, quickly making her way over, "Hi! Glad to see you are awake! How are you feeling?"

[hellshoard]

The princess squirmed even more before another gasp flew out from her mouth, "Ooooh...fuck!"

Pleasure built within her lower belly even more, back arching as her thighs twitched and trembled. Gasps and moans pouring from her throat and out from her lips. The grip on the fluff around his neck tightened, head thrown back as the coil snapped the moment he touched her clit. Stars danced behind her eyes for a moment, a soft wail of pleasure leaving her as her body shook before it fell back against the bed, thighs twitching even more as her inners walls continued to spasm and twitch, tightening around his tongue as if it still wanted something more as her grip on the fluff fell away.

THERE WERE MANY RUMOURS that surrounded Valentino, multiple ones which involved his tongue. What Charlie was going to learn is that the appendage was GREAT at pleasuring a partner. He hardly cared if her legs locked around him, instead focusing on letting his tongue prove his skills for him. One of his hands slides between her legs as well, teasing her clit as he continued to eat her out.

[hellshoard]

Charlie is watching you

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Dude, I need part 2 of Yandere Alastor with Angel Reader, could you do it?

(HERE WE GO! Part two: Electric Boogaloo. I dedicate it to Hoizer's "It Will Come Back". Because, I mean, that song is a yandere song to it's depths.

Part One: Oh Doe

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: yandere!Alastor, angel!reader

Genre: Same as before, yet maybe a little more? And a little hope even?!

Pairing: we both know what this is

Summary: After your reunion, you came to understand that you didn't understand some things. But other things never change.)

My Doe

In the weeks that followed since your arrival at the Hazbin Hotel, you come to understand more and yet at the same time you couldn't help but feel you didn't understand nearly enough.

Angel was a sweetheart, once you got past some of his stranger tendencies, the ease and constantness of his flirting and flaunting of his sexuality. At first you had been confused and flustered because you weren't used to such things, not at all, and you learned eventually there was an element of amusement to it for him, because as Husk liked to inform you "your wings show off way too much, kitten, and the spider loves watching you flounder". Which didn't exactly stop you honestly but you started to get past it and you started to notice the loneliness and the injuries and the sweeter aspects of him. No one liked to talk about it but sometimes you got him to agree to let you use your angelic magic to heal the worse of it and he's tell you such fascinating stories of hell with the brightest shine in his eyes, you couldn't help but like him.

Speaking of Husk he was much the same but it was more like getting past the grump and the walls the ex-Overlord had up. He had the most info to share with you, not to say that Charlie didn't but talking to her was like talking directly to a rainbow; she was sweet and optimistic and you loved and adored everything in that in her but when it came to the cold truth, it was Husk who seemed most willing to talk.

It took a few days before you found out why he knew your name and you learned he was in some ways like you: a collar and chain kept him tied to Alastor, unable to escape him anymore than you were to escape from your memories and past with him. There was a small edge of concern you caught early from his words to you, that Husk knew you were something Important to Alastor, in ways that made him all the more dangerous to you. There was some pity to it and you appreciated it to a degree though you tried so hard to smile and act as if it was nothing, as if you hadn't had nightmares again of that day, of the way Alastor had looked, had sounded, the feel of his hand on your cheek wet with blood, your own blood. Of the fear, of the pain, of the darkness before coming to as an angel in Heaven.

You met Lucifer, and he was a strange person who you felt oddly comfortable around because how could you hate someone who looked at their daughter with the love in his eyes? He was such a funny and energetic person and you were fascinated by the way he, this enemy of Heaven, could be such a shining light. And how much he and Charlie resembled each other.

You met Nifty, strange, insane Nifty, who laughed and ran around and ranted about bugs and looked at you with the widest stare before trying to stab you with the nearest implement; Angel had had to stop laughing first, Vaggie screaming as she held back the tiny cyclops, before he could explain what had happened during the battle. Ah, you thought; so this was the one who had given Adam the final blow. But the order to stab any angel she saw didn't seem to be completely gone and you just giggled and smiled and said it was okay. You didn't hold it against her in any way.

You met Cherry Bomb, Angel's friend, and you tried not to giggle because you knew her already so well. Sir Pentious spoke of her with such glowing warmth you couldn't see anything but what he surely saw when you looked at the punk explosives expert.

You learned about them, you became part of their group, and you worked hard to find all the ways you could possibly help the hotel, help Charlie, and you understood all that so much. But still you found you no longer understood Alastor.

The Alastor you knew had always been a gentleman and so was this Alastor but there was so much darkness to the way he moved. And you couldn't help but see something else when he smiled at you, hidden behind the cruelty, the violence, the obsession that you should have seen so long ago before it got too bad but no, it was far too late for regrets on that.

Always he was near, even now. You sat on a stool at the bar area, humming a soft tune to yourself as you waited for the others to come home; Charlie was out on a date with Vaggie, Angel had gone to his job and Husk was out gambling as he often did. Nifty was somewhere, she never left the hotel unless she was taken out by one of the others, and as for Alastor, well, he said something about needing to do a radio broadcast. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered the sinner who had whistled at you when you had gone out with Charlie the other way but you weren't too sure why they came to mind.

Your wings were stretched out and you could feel the eyes from the shadows; they were everywhere and here they were watching you. The first time he'd popped out of them you'd been terrified and Angel nearly threw every book in the study at him with words that an angel like you should never have to hear. Alastor let you keep your wings but the price seemed to be the shadows were always watching you, just in case. You shivered and bit back a whine, instinctively pulling your wings back in to wrap around you, a futile attempt to hide from the staring and the sensations you felt. The result was the feel of fingers along your feathers and an ache in your chest you attributed to fear and anxiety maybe mistakenly.

"Oh doe, look at you hiding away like a scared little fawn" came that staticky but clear voice, digging its way into your ears and leaving you wondering if it would be easier to stay inside or come out.

"Alastor," you whispered his name like an old prayer; it used to be something that gave you comfort, in a life long gone, when the one it belonged to had been a dear friend, a close friend. When you'd felt you known him. Not this stranger with the same voice and memories and feelings.

Those fingers became claws and you tried to swallow the whimper that threatened to leave you as you felt him get so close to ripping into your skin. Your blood would be golden now, not red, not red anymore; would it make him happy or angry?

"I suggest, my doe, that you not keep hiding from me," he said in a whisper that almost sounded sweet, almost familiar; for a second you could pretend it was dear sweet Alastor, before it crackled, "You wouldn't wish to upset me, now would you?"

Of course not. You remembered, you remembered too well, you remembered more often than not now that you saw him so often. This stranger who had the ghost of your old friend.

You hesitantly unfurled your wings and looked out, eyes wide as you looked upon the face of the greatest threat to your safety you knew. Those bright red eyes, that large yellow grin full of large yellow teeth all in points, the two tufts that you recognized as ears immediately, still standing up tall. He was still pleased, he was not angry yet, he was not annoyed yet. He would maybe not hurt you-

A small crackle of a chuckle left his mouth and you gasped as you felt his claws dig into your wings, puncturing thin sensitive skin, narrowly avoiding nerves that would leave you grounded if harmed. Feathers stained gold fell to the ground and you could not help but cry, the pain intense; your wings, like any flighted creature, all too delicate, all too sensitive. The tears came without ever a chance of holding back, of stopping them, and the softness of your cry, there was obviously something appealing in the way you looked and sounded because you saw that terrifying face soften and for a second, through the tears, you thought you saw your Alastor again.

"Oh doe, my doe," he said and pulled his claws free to cup your face in his hands; how many times would he streak your cheeks with tears and your own blood, "Have I told you how beautiful your eyes are when they're brimming with tears?"

He wiped your tears from your eyes, leaving more blood on you in his wake, before drawing his hand to his mouth and running his tongue along his claws. He still smiled, he never stopped, he never seemed to do anything else; you looked up at him and saw the emotions instead in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, shivering, shaking, bleeding, your wings aching in their urge to fold but unable to do so from the pain; you'd be fine, you'd be fine, you wouldn't die, you'd be fine.

"Don't apologize for being so brilliant to me," he said and his eyes narrowed, "Just never try to hide from me again; I haven't been able to see you in such a long time. I never wish to let you out of my sight again, that's why they're watching you after all."

"I'm sorry," you repeated and flinched as he reached out to touch your face again.

With your eyes closed you couldn't see his expression, not the way it wavered for a second, when the facade fell but returned long before you would ever know it was gone. Alastor stroked your cheek, admiring the way the golden blood painted your skin, and he tilted his head just a bit, just to the side.

"I'll forgive you, if you come up to my room," he told you and a jovial tone took over, "It has been so very long since the last time we sat about listening to music together, my doe, and I must say I have greatly missed it! The princess is a precious one and Husk does his best the dear boy but no one else I ever have known has understood the proper way to appreciate jazz as much as you do. Come, before the others return and surely drag you and/or I into another ridiculous and fanciful adventure; we're well overdue for one after all~"

You opened your eyes and looked at him and he was still smiling, still the same. Red and pink, deer demon, red eyes, yellow sharp teeth, dapper and torn all at once, fear and danger and violence in one neat form.

But you smiled back and you reached out to take his hand.

Alastor the Radio Demon you didn't understand. But you understood Alastor the radio host, the man who used to walk with you through the rain and scold you for giving away your umbrella every time. And that's who you saw smiling at you, even if just for a second.

[hellshoard]

"And I'm grateful that you're my father." She said with ease, giving him a warm smile as she hugs him closer, "I have your back, no matter what. And...you can let Alastor know that I have his back as well. That if she ever comes back, to come straight to me. I'll deal with mom."

"Thank you, Charlie." He squishes his cheek against her shoulder and relaxes. "I've said it before, but I'm so grateful you're my daughter."

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Alastor Redesign📻

Made my own redesign of Alastor for fun! For this one I def took a lot of time and consideration into each of the elements, I had ALOT of fun with this one!

Pushed for Deer Alastor more. I LOVE deer Alastor, ESPECIALLY @skwtches anthromporphic take on Alastor, it inspired me to take a similar route. They were also a great reference for figuring out how to draw anthro deers!!!!!! 🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌 Made his antlers bigger and ADDED HOOVES!!!!!!! Also YES he’s def got a tail!!!!!!!

For the rainbow motif im going for the gang, wanted to show how for Alastor that he’s got the most to develop into this.🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈 Added darker more black colors, abscence of colors, he still has red like charlie but more as an accent color and the shade a darker blood red🩸🖤

I imagine the closer he gets to the gang and develops, gets more color! Also wanted to give off a bit of a grey, muted vibe, show hes neutral and kinda distant as well as look more vintage. I imagine he becomes more vibrant overtime the more he lets people in and grows, finally accepting change! I also figure the brown would give off a more earthy, dark woods vibe, to fit him being a deer 🦌

Went for darker brown curly hair! Also added some shine!

Made his smile straighter.

Gave him reddish brown eyes with lighter sclera, made his eyes more vintage cartoony like, 30’s style!

Went for a slightly bulkier build 💪

Based his look around 30s fashion!!!

Added more radio elements in his attire. The buttons are meant to be knobs, his tie a radio tower and added wave patterns on his vest and overcoat!!!!!!📻📻📻📻📻📻📻📻📻📻🔘🔘🔘🔘📡📡📡📡📡

Removed the tatters.

Also styled his cane differently. Went for a mix of a pentagram and a vintage 30's radio microphone.

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

Also made takes on other Hazbin characters, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust & Niffty🍎🦋🕷️🐛

[jomiddlemarch]

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought

“You’ll be late for practice, Blythe,” Charlie said, once again using Gil’s surname as if they hadn’t known each other since their mothers had had them in lace-trimmed dresses. Gilbert scowled, partly at Charlie’s attempt at bluff heartiness, but mostly at the lines in front of him, which wouldn’t scan. Or rhyme. Or behave in any way as a sonnet should, which Gilbert, who genuinely enjoyed reading Spenser and Donne as much as attending biology lecture, knew well enough.

As Anne would know even better.

Queen Anne, his own Faerie Queene, with her glorious bright hair and her shining eyes, her delicate eyebrows drawn across her fair skin like chalk—

Like chalk. It was drivel. Worse than drivel—senseless and thumping and everything Anne was not. He slashed through the words instead of crumpling up the paper and throwing it aside. He’d wasted too much already, his mother would frown most decidedly and then snort if he admitted what he’d been doing, reminding him the stable could use a good mucking out if he wanted much to do with manure.

Charlie was likely to snort as well, unless he was still doing the Redmond act he’d whipped up after the first fortnight away from Avonlea, right around the time he started growing a mustache and using slang with an affected nonchalance.

The mustache was more convincing.

“We have a little time left,” Gilbert said. Perhaps the answer was to drop the reference to her eyebrows. Nothing rhymed with eyebrows, unless he picked the singular and then used “highbrow,” but Anne would laugh and then offer to never speak of the sonnet to anyone, not even Diana, whom Gilbert was fairly certain would give him credit simply for attempting to write a poem for Anne, rather than the actual product.

Your eyes my North Star, he wrote, then lifted the pen. There was something there, but how her two eyes equaled one North Star was an offense to astronomy as well as being markedly short on iambs and dactyls. 

At the very least, his growing frustration might be useful on the practice field, where the coach often complained Blythe was too careful of his fellows and wouldn’t be prepared when it came time to challenge an opposing team. Charlie leaned in, peered over and managed to read a little before Gil pulled the page back.

“You don’t forget mine own wingéd creature nearly brained you for pointing out she was a redhead,” Charlie remarked.

“She still is,” Gilbert said. “And she didn’t nearly brain me. I had a worse goose-egg from that time Moody chucked a ball at me after Sunday School—”

“She did break her slate,” Charlie said. “Anne of the wings and the whatchamacallit, gleaming albatross—”

“Alabaster, you dunderhead!”

“She had quite an arm on her, we all thought she’d take your head off,” Charlie said. 

“I know. I was there. I still liked her then and I do now,” Gil replied, letting his exasperation with his lack of poetic ability find a release in sniping at Charlie Sloane. Anyone in Avonlea would have understood the satisfaction therein, except maybe for Josie Pye at her Pye-est, as Anne would say. 

“Come on, leave it, go to practice with me and then to the pub,” Charlie said. “Your chicken-scratch epic on Anne Shirley’s orange symphony of tresses will be waiting and maybe you’ll have a better idea. In vino veritas, they say.”

“I’d have to be drunk to keep writing this,” Gilbert said.

“That’s the spirit, Blythe! Come to practice, get pleasantly addled with me, and then see what poetic flight of fancy a pint of ale makes possible.”

Years later, some golden afternoon at Ingleside when the children were all running about in Rainbow Valley and Anne was left to her own devices and a garden that required no deadheading, Gilbert returned home to find her at his desk in the library, squinting as she leafed through a collection of yellowing pages; she had finally embarked upon her long-awaited plan to organize their college memorabilia, which he knew was a polite way of saying clearing out some more space for the latest shipment of books Paul Irving was sending up from New York.

“Does this say ‘albatross,’ Gil?” she asked, her amusement only lightly mixed with the confusion engendered by his poor handwriting. She often said he could have no other career than medicine, given the hand he wrote and the physician’s reputation.

“Alabaster,” he said. “I was a poor enough poet, but I would never have compared you to an albatross.”

“It might have been an allusion to Coleridge,” she said.

“It wasn’t,” Gil replied.

“You poor dear darling man. Boy really, this was our first year at Redmond, yes?” she said, those grey eyes of hers bright, still his North Star though he’d never resolved the quantity issue to his satisfaction.

“Yes. But before you console me too generously, I’ll have you know someone else also thought it read albatross,” he said.

“Who?” she said, a puckish smile on her lips, one that would make Susan Baker shake her head at Mrs. Doctor’s incomprehensible ways and then serve even larger slices of her strawberry rhubarb pie to set the world straight.

“Charlie Sloane,” Gilbert said.

Anne burst out laughing and Gilbert joined her. When they’d both caught their breath, she spoke first.

“That’s me put in my place.”

“Not quite,” Gil replied. “You’re too far away—”

“Shall I fly to you then? For I am a wingéd creature,” she replied.

“You’re a belle dame sans mercy and well you know it, Anne-girl,” he said.

“I can be merciful,” she said. “I’ll show you. I’ll pack all these poetical endeavors away and I won’t show the children until we’re very old and very grey.”

@gilbertsmustache see what thou hast wrought! Or, be careful what you prompt for :)

[kittenfangirl20]

*Cain ran through the forest as he felt tears fall, he was both very sad and angry, once again Abel’s sacrifice of the best lamb of the flock was favored more amongst the angels, Cain tried so hard with farming and even sought out Adam for advice which he happily gave, but it was never good enough, a woman’s voice whispering in his ear saying he was never good enough and no one loved him as much as Abel, he tripped on a rock and cursed as he grabbed it, Abel was coming up behind him to offer comfort*

Abel: I am so sorry Cain, you worked so hard and your sacrifice should be appreciated too.

*not realizing he was still holding the rock, he punched Abel with a great amount of force, the rock in his fist crushed a large portion of Abel’s skull causing Abel to instantly fall over dead, Cain looked down in horror at the blood stained rock*

Cain: Wake up, Abel please, I am so sorry.

*Cain breaks down crying as he shakes his brother’s body, the angels arrive, one picks up Abel’s body while the others drag Cain back to where Adam and Eve were while the voice of the woman only he could hear laughed, Adam and Eve clung to Abel’s body and cried, Cain was told he would be punished by being banished and forced to wander the Earth until he died and a mark was forced upon his back, Adam quickly dropped Abel’s body and ran over to Cain and clung to him while crying*

Adam: I lost one son today, please don’t make me lose another.

*the angels pulled Cain out of Adam’s embrace while one held Adam in place as he screamed and cried begging for them to let Cain stay, he needed his son Eve ran over to offer Adam comfort and joined him in begging to let Cain stay, Cain’s heart broke seeing his father like this, Cain loved both of his parents dearly, but his bond with Adam was special, he was proud of the fact that he looked the most like Adam and wanted to be so much like the first man, the angels dragged Cain away and took him to a place where he couldn’t be found, Cain curled up into a ball and cried, Cain woke and found himself at the apartment he was renting in Hell, he had been having these nightmares ever since he heard Adam had died, he then heard the phone ring and the caller id said it was the Hazbin Hotel, anger boiled in his veins thinking that Charlie was calling to offer meaningless apologies and he picked up the phone*

Cain: Listen Princess Sunshine and Rainbows, I don’t care what you have to fucking say to me, I won’t accept any apology. The only thing that will make me happy is if you let me gut that cyclops maid like a fish with my angelic dagger. So kindly fuck off.

Adam: Cain.

*Cain felt his heart slam against his chest*

Cain: Dad, you’re alive.

Adam: Yeah, I became a fallen angel and I am staying at this dumb hotel because Charlie thinks I can be redeemed. She gave me your phone number and I wanted to see you.

Cain: I’ll be right there.

*Cain hung up the phone and quickly got dressed, he made his way to the rebuilt hotel to see his father waiting there with large black and gold horns like the ones he wore on his helmet, shining gold fangs, and shimmery black angel wings, the pair hadn’t seen each other since Cain had killed Abel, Adam threw his arms around Cain and cried which caused Cain to cry too*

Cain: I am so sorry that I killed Abel like that, I didn’t mean to. But I would understand if hate me for what I did.

Adam: I could never hate you for what you did, I love you so much. I already forgave you a long time ago.

*the father and son just stayed like this while holding each other and crying happy to be reunited*

[hellshoard]

"I love animals too. Though I wasn't allowed to keep any as pets sadly." She said, chuckling for a moment before giving him a small grin, "Ehehehe...I um...I guess I could do that but uh...yeah."

Moving across the room, she grasped his wrist and pulled him before moving him behind her and she turned, pressing her back against his form for a moment, "Tell me what you'd like and I'll do my best to magic up for you. But clothing we're going to have to go out and get. Or I can go get it if you tell me your size."

“Fucking loved naming the animals. There was this really ugly frog, and I named that one after your Dad,” he sniggered. “But maybe that’s an insult to the frog.”

A shopping trip? A shopping trip out in the fucking Pentagram? Beyond their yearly expeditions he hadn’t seen any of Hell. And he really preferred to keep it that way. “You can’t magic up bullshit?”

[mage-ical-character-person]

I’ve seen a lot of people bring up the pilot outfits in this scene and stuff, but never the fact that Charlie is out here looking for injured survivors of the extermination to bandage up. Like I can’t think of any other reason she’d be wandering around in an alleyway with bandages in her pocket right after the extermination.

Is Vaggie the only one she found that day? Did Vaggie follow her as she bandaged up others whose injuries she and her peers were responsible for? It’s just really intriguing and one of those small moments that says a lot.

Also this sort of brings to mind an instance of missed opportunity. Both the pilot and the first actual episode are supposed to take place shortly after an extermination, and I wish we’d seen Charlie doing this then, too. I know there was a lot of exposition to get out of the way in both cases to introduce the series, but still. Could’ve had that happening during Chasing Rainbows, with Charlie seeing the carnage up-close and doing everything she can to help instead of singing on a balcony, never in the same shot as the tragedy she laments.

And honestly when I watched Overture and she was singing Happy Day In Hell… like is it not the single worst day of the year, with the extermination, which motivates your whole… everything? If she were actively trying to make it a Happy Day in Hell during the song and, again, helping her people in the aftermath of the extermination that would be one thing. A much better introduction to her character is the thing it would probably be.

I like her boundless optimism better when it comes from a place of knowing more than one of ignorance and naivety, which is what Happy Day in Hell sort of feels like. It almost feels out of character in that way? She’s grown up in hell, spent her whole life among the carnage and the sinners, and her hope is most impactful when it’s framed with this.

If someone who’s known nothing but literal hell can believe there’s good in everyone, that really says something, and that’s what I love about Charlie. She’s seen the worst of the worst and believes in the best in people anyway. It’s almost funny to see the sinners doubt her when she knows better than anyone that there is always good to be found. She’s a living example that, like flowers growing through cracks in the concrete, positivity can take root anywhere. Characters like Alastor (as much as I love that freak) are frankly stupid to doubt her or think of her as naive. You think you know the nature of sinners better than someone who’s spent their entire ridiculously long life in hell, actively involving herself in the lives of her people? (Unlike her father, who despite being around since the beginning is a shut-in who avoids sinners)

So this scene in Vaggie’s backstory where Charlie is shown up close and personal with the people struggling in her realm, where she’s the shining embodiment of the good in the hostile: it’s a scene that’s very important for more reasons than it initially seems.

Not only is Charlie unknowingly showing Vaggie that what the angels say about hell is wrong by being the one to show kindness and mercy after those Vaggie trusted punished her for her own act of mercy, but it’s a great moment for Charlie’s character when we don’t often see her helping hell’s general population all that directly.

Anyway who wants to bet that in the years since they met Vaggie has joined Charlie as they search for and patch up survivors in the aftermath of the extermination? Because that would be really great I think and would be a great way to show how much things have changed for Vaggie.

So that’s that. I tend to latch on to random details so sorry for that long rant thing. This show has so many good ideas that I wish we saw more of. This was supposed to just be about that one scene and I got carried away.

EDIT: whoops Overture doesn’t take place on extermination day. Point still partially stands because extermination day was recent but yeah. I forgot. Sorry

[hellshoard]

Hips

[bellarose204]

IMAGINE THE EGG BOIS STILL WERE IN HELL AND ALASTOR AND CHARLIE HAD THEIR BABY SO THEY ALL GREW CURIOUS ON WHAT IS A 'BABY'

And yes I imagine it from a reference from lady and the tramp because that movie was so beautiful I just had to do it for this idea^^

Egg boi #1 : Gee fellas our boss man sure is busy with the princess lately I wonder what they're up to in that room!

Egg boi #2 : it sounds scary up there I kept hearing weird sounds up there kinda like someone was sad!

Egg boi #1 : do ya think the princess is sad?

Egg boi #3 : no ya got it all wrong it's coming from that thing! Ya know? A 'baby'?

Egg boi #1 : what is a 'baby'?

Egg boi #3 : i dunno our old boss never told such a thing but our new boss won't tell us!

*They all climbed up the stairs one by one it kinda took a long time to finally reach to the level where they could hear the noises coming from Charlie's bedroom*

*Charlie was seen by the egg bois peeping in through the door crack as she sung a quiet tune almost sounding familiar as she cradled a small being wrapped in a blanket under the light shining in from the window*

Charlie : 🎶inside of every demon is a rainbow, inside of every sinner is a shiny smile🎶

Egg boi #1 : what do ya see?

Egg boi #3 : uhhh i don't know i can't see!

Charlie : 🎶inside of every creepy hatchet welding manic, is a jolly happy cupcake loving child🎶

Egg boi #2 : she's singing something!

*A tall dark shadow appeared behind them revealing it was coming from Alastor's presence*

Egg boi #1 : oh! HIYA BO-

*Alastor hushed them softly pointing directly at Charlie finally putting the baby to rest in it's crib*

Alastor: if you wished to see the baby then keep your voice down *he said with a large smile*

*He followed the egg bois up infront of the crib as they try to bounce up to look inside but with a little helping hand from Alastor and Charlie picking them up to see little Alice Morningstar sleeping in her crib soundly*

Charlie : is that better?

Egg boi #1 : wow! It's so small!

Charlie : hehehe they're suppose to look that way until they get older^^

Alastor : Old enough to crush you eggs to death!

Charlie : Alastor-

Alastor : what? I'm improvising!

[hellshoard]

"At least he's trying."

"No, its little miss-believe-demons-can-get-better. Forgot the hyphens over there."

"I don't, not the way the demons you're helping are right now. So chock full of sin and still sinning. Little old Angel dust, his human life ain't better either."

[manicpixieyandere]

FNaF DBD Chapter Speculation

Characters and Cosmetics

As we're sure you've heard, FNaF is coming to DBD after YEARS of being requested! We thought it'd be fun to look at who the potential characters coming to the game could be, and their cosmetics as well (that's the real fun part).

First, who do we think is gonna be added to the game?

Considering this crossover didn't get green lit until the success of the movie, we're gonna say it's all movie based.

Safest bet is:

Killer- The Yellow Rabbit

Survivors- Mike and Vanessa

They make the most sense, they're the main antagonist and protagonists of the movie respectively. Obviously excluding Abby, but we doubt they'd ever add her. There are no little kid survivors in DBD.

Now onto potential cosmetics!

This is mainly just stuff we'd like to see based on previous games as there isn't much cosmetic options present in the movie. Mixing the games and the movie is a smart idea to entice and excite fans of the franchise anyway!

The Yellow Rabbit:

Springtrap

Alright this one was obvious. Of course they're gonna do this. How could they not?

Freddy Fazbear

It is an interesting dilemma that the name sake of the franchise is so unimportant. So it wouldn't be surprising if Freddy got a skin. The skins are still canon to the Entity's realm as well, so fret not.

Clown Springtrap

Probably his most iconic costume from the AR game! But maybe we are biased, clown characters are always the best.

Mike Schmidt:

Game accurate purple shirt

You know the look, look at that pelvic thrust!

PURPLE GUY?!

In the same vein we got the iconic guy who is purple but isn't actually purple guy.

Foxy Bully

The event that started it all. Maybe? Probably not actually. But it certainly was a messy event! Both for the lore and William's business!

Vanessa Afton Shelly:

Ok just gonna put in now that we are extremely biased for Vanessa. Besides the DCA, she is our favorite character from the games and movie! Security Breach was an amazing concept that was unfortunately executed poorly. It's a shame Vanessa and Vanny never really got their chance to shine.

Game Accurate Security Guard

Game Vanessa, what more is there to say? White girl jumpscare!

Vanny

Now it'd be hard to give her the full suit, players would think she's a killer. But maybe they could give her a mask, similar to Cassie's in Ruin. This mask would just be a head only accessory. Mainly meant to go on the game accurate outfit.

Rainbow Hair And Pronouns

In the AR game when Vanessa was going by "Ness" she was described as having rainbow hair streaks. It is a shame this was never in the game. Please girl, come slay. Kill that old man William with your pronouns, hair dye, and definitely lesbianism.

Charlie Emily:

Another separate character costume. Charlie was the very first female protagonist in the FNaF franchise and really the first in depth fleshed out character we ever got. So fuck of course she deserves a spot! The original novel trilogy is what led to so much of the lore we have today. Sure the novels had their weird moments, but Charlie was a stand out amazing character. We miss novel Charlie, this would be a great way to bring her back!

That's all we've got for character and cosmetic ideas! We assume the map(s) will just be an indoor pizzeria layout of some kind. But as someone who fucking hates indoor DBD maps it'll be a pipe dream they add an outdoor Fall Fest map to tease The Secret Of the Mimic. That'll never happen though so ignore that and chug salt.

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Joyce Kelly, Queen of Mermaids

Wrote this for a 'unconventional exploration of girlhood' assingment. I thought exploring Joyce's trans identity through the staple of girlhood that is playing mermaids at a public pool with a girl you never see again was a great way to do it.

For all my Joyce lovers, here you go.

Total word count: 1794

There's a girl standing next to him at the edge of the pool.

She bravely takes a couple steps back before diving in head first into the pool with awful form, splashing water all over Charlie. She does some flailing, broken attempts at underwater flips and dancing clearly trying to impress some imaginary audience. He follows her pink distorted bathing suit as she approaches the pool edge from under water. Finally she sticks her head above the water and holds on to the edge pool directly in front of him. 

“Where's your bathing suit?” She asks, with all the curious audacity only children have. 

Charlie looks down at himself, his swim trunks are hidden under the large long sleeve shirt he wore. “It’s under my shirt, my mom makes me wear it because of my freckles.” 

“That's weird.” 

“No, it's not!” 

“Is too!” She lifts herself up onto the cement awkwardly and sits besides him. “Are you here alone?” 

“Why do you care so much? And I’m just waiting for my friend to get here.” 

“I’m not making fun of you, I’m here alone too. My mom went to some work thing, I think, and I’m bored.” 

He crosses his arms over his chest and scoots away from her. “What does that gotta do with me?” 

She kicked her legs in the water towards him, splashing him again. “Do you wanna play mermaids?” 

“Is that like a swim race?” He kicked the water back at her causing her to giggle and cover her face. 

“No dummy, we just play mermaids. I’m a mermaid and you're a mermaid.” 

“That's weird.” 

“You're weird. Come on, I’m so bored and you're the only other girl here.”

He looks at his reflection in the water. His hair is slicked down from his last swim and now rests curling at his shoulders, it really was time for a new haircut. His eyelashes are wet-clumped and he's rosy from the sun. It wasn't the first time he’d been mistaken for a girl, he guessed being round faced and short with a shrill voice just made him look vaguely girly. 

 He doesn't correct her. 

“How do you play?”

“Okay so I come up with my mermaid character and you come up with yours and we pretend the pool is our sea house.” 

“So, it's just pretend.” 

“Yeah! Pretend. Okay so my mermaid name is Alice GlimmerShell and she’s a ballerina and she also has powers and she can talk to animals and she is the princess of all mermaids.” She scoots closer again and pulls and points at the pink frills of her swimsuit. “My tail is this color and it shines rainbows.” She says proudly. 

He looks at her confused. “How can you be a ballerina with no legs?”

“Because I can!” She pouts and turns away from him before immediately turning back. “Okay your turn. What's your name?”

“Charlie.” 

“No, your mermaid name, dummy.” 

“I’m not a dummy, you're the dummy!” He uses his too long shirt sleeves to hit her over the shoulder, she grabs the sleeve and pulls him forward before gripping his hair and pulling. They both begin tussling on the ground, small hands smacking at each other awkwardly. 

The lifeguard blows his whistle loudly. “Hey! You two break it up or I’m kicking you out!” 

“Alice’s” hands untangle from his hair and he unclamps his teeth from her arm. They both huff as they separate but neither leaves, they simply sit down next to each other grumbling. 

Charlie rocks himself lightly and plays with the edge of his shirt to calm himself down. Alice ignores him and continues her brooding. 

His rocking stops and he thinks hard about her question. He could just be Charlie the Merman but that's boring since he can be that anyday. Chase? No, too sporty. Emilio? Too spanish. Robocop? He’d already used that before. 

“Joyce.” 

And like children, the argument is forgotten. 

“That's an old lady's name.” 

“You're an old lady!” 

Her hands shoot up to his hair and he gets ready to bite but they are cut off by the lifeguard's whistle. “Strike two! One more time and you'll be banned from the pool for the rest of the summer!” 

They huff only for a second then return to the subject without missing a beat. 

“Okay, Joyce, what kind of mermaid are you?” 

He smiles mischievously. “I'm the queen of all mermaids.” 

Alice, peeved as she is, lets it slide. “Fine. But since I’m the princess I don't have to listen to everything you say because then I can like- uh- blast you with my magic and kill you.”

Joyce decides she can compromise with that. 

Alice grabs her hand and pulls her into the water without warning. Joyce gasps and coughs as she swims above the water to grip the pool edge.

Alice swims away quickly and Joyce watches her wrestle some kids toy shark away, careful to avoid the lifeguards eyes. She splashes the kid and makes her escape back to the deep end where Joyce waited. Alice presents her with her new found treasure. 

“Okay so this is the evil King Shark and in order to defeat him and save our kingdom we have to capture him again.” She threw the toy farther into the dive pool where only the adults swam. “And uh- um- the grown ups are his guards so we have to fight them away!” 

Joyce laughed, suddenly feeling the spirit of the game. “Okay and how about this, whoever captures him first gets um… how about… they get wings?” 

Alice gasped. “So they become a fairy mermaid!” 

“And they become queen of the fairies!” She added enthusiastically. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She grabbed onto her shoulders and shook her wildly. 

They locked eyes with grave intensity at their mission and dove down into the battlefield. 

Alice planned strike attacks at the King Shark’s guards, scratching and pulling at the adults legs until they finally budged and moved out of her way. Joyce did her best to keep up, using her “tail” to kick them out of the center where the King Shark stood. It wasn't long until their coordinated attack cleared the enemy troops and they had the battlefield to themselves and the King Shark. 

They each raced down the deep but only managed to get about half way down the 16 foot deep waters before they'd get tired and have to surface again. 

Joyce reached the same point again and just as she made her way to the surface she felt something grab her hand. 

Alice pulled her down with all her might. Joyce understood immediately then pulled her down too. 

They each took turns propelling the other down deeper until the King Shark was in front of them. They held on to each other as they both reached for him, victory was quite literally within arms reach.

Joyce only grazed the King’s fin before suddenly being violently pulled by the waist. The force caused her to exhale the last bit of air that remained in her burning lungs. 

In a moment, she reached the surface. Delirious and confused she kicked at the monster that trapped her while she coughed up the water she swallowed. She could hear Alice screaming angrily then a whistle. 

Her vision finally cleared and she could see that the thing holding her captive was the lifeguard. He threw her over the edge of the pool, landing next to Alice who rushed to hug her side. 

“Out! Both of you!” He yelled, crowding them against the burning cement. “You’re banned from the pool, I don't want to see you both here again!” 

Alice cowared, her eyes filling with tears at the man's yelling. 

Joyce felt herself become filled with indignant anger. The lifeguard had made Alice cry, and as Queen it was her job to protect her people. Without thinking she stood up quickly and charged at the lifeguards feet with all her weight, throwing him back into the water mid scolding. 

She ran back and grabbed Alice’s hand, rushing away from the pool towards the picnic tables where they would be lost in the crowd. Alice ran along, gripping her hand for dear life.

They ran and ran until their legs gave out from the exhaustion of their mission, being berated, and their escape. They slumped under a beach umbrella, panting and out of breath. 

They caught their breath and looked at each other incredulously before bursting into a fit of laughter. 

“I can't believe you did that! Oh I bet he’s gonna be so mad when he comes out!” 

“I know! It was awesome right! I, like, totally kicked his ass!” She threw herself back onto the beach chair. Alice pushed her over and took the space beside her. 

“Oh totally, I bet he has like- like thirty broken bones now!”

“Forty broken bones!-”

“Mildred!” A woman's voice snaked through the crowd. 

Alice sat up. “Oh shoot, that's my mom.”

Joyce laughed. “Mildred?! See that's an old lady's name.” 

Mildred flipped the chair, pushing Joyce off who was still laughing. “It’s Milly okay? Only my mom calls me Mildred.” 

“Mildred! You’re going to be in so much trouble, young lady!”

Milly sighed. “Okay I gotta go but next time we can play old ladies together. And I think I have a long sleeve bathing suit, I’ll sneak it in here so you don't have to use that trash bag.” 

“You’re a trash bag.” Milly smiled, jumping over and hugging Joyce tight. Joyce hugged her back then felt a playful tug at her hair and a quick, grossly wet peck to her cheek. 

“MILDRED!” 

Milly let go and ran off finally, screaming goodbyes and promises of meeting again next week. Joyce happily waved her away and assured her she'd be back too. 

“Whose that?” Mac’s voice made him jump. 

Charlie sat up from the floor, looking up at his friend. “Just a girl I was um- we were playing tag.” 

Mac looked at him confused. “Is she like your girlfriend or something? Because I swear I saw her kiss you-”

“What? No dude, gross.” Charlie replied nervously. “Girls are like totally gross, she was just uh- trying to bite me.” 

“Huh. Weird.” Mac shrugged. “Okay so you wanna throw some hotdogs in the kiddie pool or something?” He reached down and pulled Charlie up. Charlie agreed and followed along. 

The next day the whole town got the news that Jaime Nelson had drowned in the dive pool. The closure was quick and abrupt, too fast to reach him before the next weekend. 

On a sunday afternoon, Joyce Kelly waited at the doors of a dive pool that would never open again.