#A BAD DAY FOR GRUMPY GOAT

[ask-de-writer]

I WOULD LIKE TO THANK EAGER READER

@furislupus for READING and LIKING the whole of my War of 1812 alternate history.

Beginnings, Spies! 1812

Sir Clarion Maldemer, 1812

Chapter 6, KRAKEN, 1812 (parts 1 through 5 of 5)

and, having run out of Science Fiction,

A BAD DAY FOR GRUMPY GOAT

[hallucinatoryhallows]

Identical twins legally need identical fursonas.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

OKAY IVE GOT A REALLY CHAOTIC IDEA THATS BEEN ROTATING IN MY BRAIN FOR AGES BRJDFIF

M6 sharing a living space - and I’m not talking one of Nadia’s palaces where they can avoid each other, but like, a tiny safe house or something like that

Imagine the chaos 😭

Vesuvia Weekly: A Date With Disaster

"So, it's settled, then." You stand up and dust off your hands. "We're ... going camping ... all seven of us ... together ... in one tent."

"It would seem so." Nadia looks down her nose at her tea in poorly concealed disgust. "I'll make a note to bring a fair amount of wine."

"Can you double that?" Asra asks from the floor. Muriel, sulking in the corner nearby, seems seconds away from breaking his characteristic silence to ask if the amount could be tripled.

"C'mon, Noddy, nobody likes a party pooper!" You can see the bead of sweat trickling down Lucio's temple, but you appreciate his skewed levels of optimism for once. Portia takes her cue from him.

"Yeah, this isn't all bad! We can bring snacks, and games, and - ooh! I call sleeping next to MC!"

"Pasha, noooo ~" You don't think you've ever heard Julian sound so whiny in your life, but nothing brings out someone's inner child like the person they grew up with. "I wanted to sleep next to MC."

"You can always take their other side -"

"I'm calling it." Asra grins smugly up from Nadia's carpet. The Countess in questions meets their eyes with a sly smirk.

"If I recall correctly, you and our darling MC have been sharing sleeping arrangements for the last several years at least. I shall occupy their other side."

Asra shrugs. "Fine. I'll be their pillow, then."

"WHAT -" Lucio screeches. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Muriel silently holding the door open for a speedy escape. The two of you slip out practically unnoticed, just as you catch the tail end of Julian's demands.

"In that case, I volunteer to keep their feet warm -"

You glance up at the silent shadow next to you as he guides you through the fastest route out of the Palace.

"Did you have any requests?"

"Me?" He looks down at you in surprise, and then turns away with a pout. "No. I'll be sleeping across the door."

You laugh. "So you can be the first to escape?"

He shakes his head as you part ways. "So I can keep guard."

Well, you think, here goes our date with disaster -

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Notable highlights of the trip:

Lucio figured out how to grill meat over the fire on his metal hand. He did not figure out how to wash the residue off

Everyone discovered Julian's fear of the dark as soon as Nadia turned off the last lantern and he immediately latched onto your feet, causing you to reflexively kick out and accidentally igniting a short, tent-wide wrestling match

Portia brought so much homemade food you were almost tempted to stay an extra day and finish it all. You did not.

Nadia's insomnia made a fierce comeback as soon as she was sleeping in a flimsy bag with cloth for walls and uneven ground underneath. She was very grumpy and uncharacteristically disheveled in the morning

Muriel accidentally stumbled on a lost baby squirrel, which promptly imprinted on him and followed him around everywhere. Portia and Lucio both threw whining fits when he couldn't force it to like them or willingly sit in their hands

Asra "accidentally" tripped Lucio right next to a cold, muddy spring and then so happened to have a change of clothes in his size - which is to say, an adult-sized goat onesie. They also had onesies for everyone else, including a puppy one for you!

[scoutswritingcorner]

Sooo goat Charlie hcs? Pls 🥺 fem reader and Vaggie take care of Charlies food since goats tend to be very picky eaters and their lips are used to differentiate textures 👉👈 (srry for any bad english)

-🦫

Horns And Hooves

Chaggie x GN!Reader

TW:NONE!!

A/N:GOAT CHARLIE! GOAT CHARLIE!! I always write Reader as GN! Just to include everyone but in this Reader is AFAB but has GN pronouns!

-👑Charlie hates when people grab ahold of her horns or hooves without permission. It freaks her out and hurts, especially if they aren’t gentle.

-🎀 Now when it comes to cleaning and or helping her with her horns and hooves, you and Vaggie take turns switching around. One day you could be cleaning and trimming her hooves carefully while Vaggie is cleaning her horns.

-👑 Charlie is ticklish so be careful as she does have a habit of accidentally kicking anything that tickles her legs. She doesn’t mean to do it, it’s more of a reflex and she feels horrible if she kicks you or Vaggie. 

-🎀 Talking about cleaning her horns, you got to either have a small wire brush or a toothbrush for the fact that dirt gets in the grooves of her horns. She hates the feeling of the wired brush and will try to move her head but just give her kisses and she’s right as rain.

-👑Whilst she is part goat and she only eats mostly vegetables and some grains, the demon part of her does like to eat meat occasionally. Just to keep her diet truly balanced.

-🎀 Silly little thing that popped into my head but imagine this- Charlie talking about something to you when she was supposed to be eating so you just carefully start feeding her silently while she continues to talk not minding it at all that your just feeding her.

-👑 You and Vaggie are the only two allowed to touch her ears and tail without permission cause you both are so gentle about it. 

-🎀 She 100% without a doubt bleats like a goat at times, sometimes it’s random and sometimes it when she gets really happy. You’ll be doing your own thing and then hear a happy little bleat from somewhere down the hall.

-👑 She also bleats in surprise if you or Vaggie kiss her- sweet girl just doesn’t expect her lovers to surprise her with kisses!

-🎀 She will headbutt you or anyone or anything. It’s usually when she gets grumpy or upset but she won’t do it hard, waking her up? A little tiny headbutt in response. In the middle of a makeout sesh with her and someone dares interrupt? Headbutt.

-👑 Her tail wags whenever you and Vaggie are near, it’s very adorable cause you both could be just cuddled up to her on the couch and just hear something swishing..it’s her tail wagging so fast.

[xx-dinah-writing-xx]

Tea party

Matt Smith x reader

Fluff

It was a warm Saturday afternoon when Lilly declared that it was the perfect day for a “Fancy Royal Tea Party.” She’d spent the entire morning preparing: setting up her tiny plastic tea set on the coffee table, arranging a spread of cookies, crackers, and grapes, and picking out her fanciest dress—pink with sparkles, of course.

As the self-appointed hostess, Lilly had big plans. She wanted all her guests dressed their best and on their very best behavior. That included Matt, Jack, and Max.

“Daddy, you have to wear this,” Lilly demanded, holding up one of her old costume tiaras and a matching feather boa.

Matt, sitting on the floor beside Max, raised an eyebrow. “Lilly, love, do I have to? I’m not sure this goes with my aesthetic,” he teased, waving the boa like it might attack him.

“Yes, you have to!” Lilly insisted, hands on her tiny hips. “You’re the King, Daddy! Kings wear crowns!”

Jack, sprawled out dramatically on the couch, groaned. “Why do I have to be here? Tea parties are boring!”

“Because you’re my prince!” Lilly snapped, glaring at him. “And princes don’t whine!”

Max, oblivious to the drama, sat cross-legged on the carpet, hugging his goat plushie tightly. He didn’t seem to care what was happening as long as his beloved goat was present. Every so often, he nibbled on a cookie he’d stolen from the table, thoroughly unbothered by the escalating chaos.

Matt sighed, glancing between his grumpy eldest son, his unbothered toddler, and his very determined daughter. “Alright, alright, I’ll wear the crown. But only if Prince Jack puts on his sash.” He picked up a piece of pink ribbon Lilly had tied earlier and handed it to Jack.

Jack scowled. “No way.”

“Jack,” Matt said in his calm but firm dad voice, “it’s one afternoon. Humor your sister, yeah? You’ll survive.”

With a huff, Jack dragged himself off the couch and let Lilly tie the ribbon across his chest. She stepped back, appraising her work. “Perfect,” she declared. “Now sit there and don’t ruin my tea party!”

She turned to Max, crouching down to his level. “And you’re the Royal Baby. You just have to sit there and look cute.”

Max blinked at her, then held up his goat plushie. “Goat is King,” he said simply.

“Fine,” Lilly said, throwing her hands up. “Goat can be King too.”

Once everyone was situated—Matt on a tiny chair with the boa around his shoulders, Jack slouched next to him still sulking, and Max happily nibbling cookies on the carpet—Lilly began serving tea.

“Here you go, King Daddy,” she said, handing Matt a plastic teacup filled with lukewarm water.

“Why, thank you, Princess Lilly,” Matt said, adopting a posh accent. He pretended to sip the tea, pinky raised. “Delightful!”

Jack muttered under his breath, “This is so dumb.”

“Excuse me, Prince Jack!” Lilly scolded. “That is very rude!”

Matt stifled a laugh, shooting his eldest son a look. “Better watch out, Jack. Princess Lilly doesn’t tolerate bad manners.”

Max, meanwhile, held his goat up to the tea table. “Goat wants tea,” he declared.

Lilly rolled her eyes but poured a little water into one of the spare cups. “Here, for Goat.”

Max beamed and hugged his plushie tighter. “Goat says thank you.”

The tea party carried on for another half hour, with Lilly diligently making sure everyone had enough “tea” and snacks. Despite Jack’s occasional grumbling and Matt’s exaggerated discomfort in the tiny chair, the sight of Lilly orchestrating her little world with such authority was worth every second.

As the party came to a close, Lilly clapped her hands. “That was a lovely tea party! Thank you, everyone, for coming!”

Jack bolted from the room, muttering, “Finally!”

Max climbed onto Matt’s lap, tucking his goat plushie under his arm. “Tea party good,” he murmured sleepily, resting his head against Matt’s chest.

Matt kissed the top of his toddler’s head and smiled at Lilly. “You did a great job, Princess Lilly. Best tea party I’ve ever been to.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, glowing with pride. “Next time, we’ll have a Royal Ball!”

Matt groaned dramatically, making her giggle. “I better start practicing my waltz,” he teased.

[urathestardragon777]

AdamsApple Unrequited Love AU pt 2/??

It was early in the morning, earlier than anyone else in the hotel was up maybe except for that deer bastard but he was no where to be seen so Adam didn't see any point in worrying about the annoying fucker. He was always an early morning person, even in Heaven, even when he was still alive. He rose before the sun to do his chores and to just have time to himself, he hated how comfortable everyone in the hotel was becoming with him, how they included him into more of their activities and conversations; but, no one else was up to bother him, even his sweet beloved daughters who had become even more clingy since they all reincarnated in Hell.

The old angel made his way to the backyard of the hotel, it was an ugly plot of land with weeds and overgrown bushes and other Hell flowers, it was unkempt and wild and Adam loved it, he loved the strange looking foliage and how it seemed to mimic the plant life on earth. Often he would come out and sketch all the different plants and coming up with names for them but today wasn't the morning for it -no- today was yoga day. Even if he no longer fought through the hoards of Hell didn't mean he couldn't stay in shape and he has let himself go these past couple of centuries, he also missed his six pack.

Just as he went to put his mat down the back door was thrown open followed by a loud yawn.

"Beautiful morning isn't!? Nice and quiet!"

Adam let out a loud growl to let the person know that they were not wanted. At. All.

Said person ignored the warning growl and walked closer. "The air is practically filled with brimstone and the screams of the damned." They nosily slurped their drink, invading Adam's personal space, "Please, don't let me stop you."

Adam: Get lost Samael.

He snarled louder at the shorter man.

Lucifer: Don't be rude Addy, it's too early in the morning to be a meany.

Adam: There's never good time to see your stupid face. Now, leave me alone.

Adam sat down in lotus pose and closed his eyes, he wasn't going to feed into the bullshit, wasn't going to give Lucifer that kind of power of him. He clenched his fist as the fallen angel sat down next to him. It took everything in the bull demon not to punch the goat-faced fucker in his dumb reptile face. Like really!- how did he look like both at the same time, it was weird and Adam always got the urge just to claw the other demon's face off.

Lucifer: Do you do this every morning? Are you always up this early or could you not sleep? Nightmare? It had to be nightmares, probably about-

Adam used his wing to cover Lucifer's mouth.

Adam: I'm only going to tell you this one time, you can either fuck off or because I know you're an annoying jerk you can stay and be quiet. Which means do not talk.

He moved his wing and sighed when nothing came out the Devil's mouth. The silence lasted longer than he thought, he was able to get through his warm up breathing and stretching it was when he got to cow face pose the talking started again.

Lucifer: Wow, you are really flexible aren't you? Have you always been that bendy?

Adam: What did I say, Samael?

Lucifer: I'm just trying to talk with an old friend, is that so bad?

Adam: We are not friends.

Lucifer: But we can be, if you stop being a grumpy bull~.

Lucifer poked Adam in his side. Adam once again used a wing this time to smack Lucifer in the head as he went back into a normal sitting position.

Lucifer: Oow! What was that for?

Adam: Why are you here Samael?

Lucifer: It's Lucifer, and I told you: I want to talk with an old friend, be friends again maybe?

Adam let out a short, unamused laugh as he turned to face Lucifer.

Adam: What makes you think we can be friends after what you've done?

Lucifer: Because it's all in the past Adam, it's been what a million years since Eden?

Adam: You cursed me and my family for the rest of time, and seduced my wives.

His wings flared out in anger. Lucifer curls in on himself slightly, he wasn't afraid of Adam but when the first man looked down on him, eyes gleaming with anger and fury that whole 'Made in His image' thing shone through. Funny enough, it was now Adam's inhuman features that made him look even more like God, it was weird and thrilling at the same time so Lucifer like always pushed forward, testing the waters.

Lucifer: And I deeply regret that, I really do! But, I gave you freedom, the chance not be stuck under His thumb, the chance to be great.

Adam: You almost killed me.

Lucifer: How was i supposed to know you were allergic to apples?

Adam: You fucker, it's been logged in my throat for eons!

Adam points to the lump in his throat ironically right under his adams apple. Lucifer has enough decency to look ashamed.

Adam: What do you really want from me?

Lucifer placed a clawed hand on top of Adam's much, much larger hand and looked up with a soft look.

Lucifer: I want us to start over and try again.

He reached up with his other hand and gently turned Adam's face so they were looking at one another.

Lucifer: I want you. Please Adam.

Adam took a moment to study Lucifer, he was small and dainty (always had been), he didn't look much different than he had in Eden. In Eden he was more bird like, Adam always joked that the angel reminded him of a cockatrice but when he first laid eyes on Lucifer it was like his first time seeing a swan fly just above a lake. His wing were pure white and shimmered in the sun, his hair was longer, like beams of light, eyes blue and clear. Even now there was something alluring about the fallen Seraphim, he was feminine yet masculine, timid yet bold, there was false innocence wrapped in sly seductive silk. Adam could see how Lilith and Eve and many others were lured in by the Serpent but Adam could see past the mesmerizing shiny scales disguised as jewels, he saw the fangs dipped in honeyed poison. Had been bitten by them before and would not suffer that pain again even though it would be so easy to let the venom flow through his veins and let himself be swept away by the siren's song.

He pushed Lucifer back down from where the man had climbed into his lap. Lucifer looked confused.

Lucifer: Adam?

Adam: I'm not something to own.

Lucifer: I never said you were.

Adam: Or something to check off your list, you got Lilith and Eve guess I'm the only one left you haven't slept with.

Lucifer: You're so much more than that to me Adam! You've always been someone precious to me.

Adam wanted to pull his hair out! Lucifer was a walking ball of contradiction, he didn't understand the man at all, didn't understand how you could hurt someone you consider precious so many times, then rub it in their face at every chance. How many times had he bragged about how easy it was to get Lilith and Eve to cheat and betray Adam? How many times had Lucifer made fun of him for being a devoted follower of God? He literally nearly beat Adam to death, yeah it was to protect his daughter but what about all the children Adam lost to Lucifer because of that fucking apple? Why was he not justified in being furious and vengeful?

With a frustrated snarl Adam shoved Lucifer to the ground with the shorter man's thin wrist traped in one of his hands, the other one used to keep himself propped up, his large bulky body caged Lucifer in and bathed him in shadows. He was sick of Lucifer playing with his emotions, sick of feeling like he was powerless, he wasn't a weak human anymore, hadn't been for a long time. He didn't know what kind of game Lucifer was playing but he could play his own, he'd break Lucifer just like Lucifer broke him.

Lucifer couldn't help the excited shiver that ran down his spine all the way to the top of his tail.

Adam: You want to start over? Fine we can start over but it'll be on my terms understand?

Adam squeezed Lucifer's wrist hard enough the king thought they would shatter, it didn't scare him, no, it made his heart beat faster and his face flush gold.

Adam: Understand?

Lucifer: Y-yes.

Angel Dust: Hey Charlie said breakfast is- I knew it! Husk!! You owe me big time!

Adam groaned and got off of Lucifer as Angel Dust ran back inside, well breakfast was going to be awful. He brushed the dirt off himself and went back inside without a second glance to Lucifer who was still sprawled out on the ground trying to catch his breath. Adam wanted to start over. He had another chance to make everything right. Lilith was gone but it didn't matter, it was him and Adam again, just like in the beginning, just as it should have been from the start.

[interstellarwizard2019]

On the longest day of the hundredth year, a mortal soul shall rise from the ashes of rebirth as the new champion of The One Who Must Be Awoken, they who are bound by chains of divinity to serve as the new God of Life.

⊙════°•.𓆩𓁺𓆪.•°════⊙

°•. Laird Goatthur, The Unorthodox .•°

⊙════°•.𓆩𓁺𓆪.•°════⊙

"Sure, I get thrown off a bloody cliff in order to kill the sins of the land by some sodding cultists, but by some f****** miracle I get sent to some she-dog demoness's cage and she tricks me into accepting her demon powers! ...Now everyone probably think I've gone off with the faries..."

May I offer you a grumpy goat cult leader in these trying times?

Goatthur thought they were born unlucky, being dealt a bad hand by fate before they could even bleat. Losing their father, losing their mother, losing their siblings, losing their home village all in the name of The Bishops of Reverence.

For the rest of their young adult life they were constantly on the run from the Bishops’ followers. Never laying down to rest, never making a home for long. The closest thing to a family they had was whatever group of thieves or bandits took them in and yet they never lasted long once the Reverence caught wind of the goat in their midst…

Eventually in their middle life, they were finally caught by a pack of wolf bounty hunters and brought before the Four Bishops and sentenced to death by throwing. Once they were taken to the highest peak of Faustia they were thrown off of the the first bell tower of the Reverence where they plummeted down to the valley below…

But fate had other plans when they were sent to the realm of the fallen goddess, The One Who Must Be Awoken…

Her newest champion had finally arisen.

[isoobie]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want

THIS WAS SO FUN thank you anon !!!! i suck at crackfic so im doing the most basic tropes i can think of sadly :/

@boyfhee & jay as friends to lovers

cael and jay who have been besties since diapers !!! they both like each other secretly but don’t confess because it might ruin their relationship but jay being the man is takes her on a (friendly) date to tell her his feelings as he plays the guitar for her and sings the song he wrote by himself. im the no1 caeljay shipper 🙏🏼

@weoris & jungwon at the amusement park

xin and jungwon being silly little goofballs as the amusement park with the matching headbands, the photo booth pictures and making fun of each other because they are too scared to go on certain rides. but for the cute part they would hold hands wherever they go and jungwon would always steal a couple pecks on the cheeks w/o xin knowing !!!!

@soov & jungwon as part of student council

rei and jungwon as student council buddies who help each other all the time, greet e/o in the hallways and text all the time after school. your friends would ship the two of you together and set you both up so that one of u confesses either way because they know that secretly you guys like e/o. its giving school it couple and i love it !!!!

@urszn & niki as grumpy x sunshine

es as the upbeat, bright girl whose friends with everyone whereas niki is that mysterious, cool guy who only talks to his 6 friends. but they slowly become close and niki starts to have a soft spot for her and when they're dating he becomes a little version of her. eski all the way 🧘🏻‍♀️

@jjunae & jake as brothers best friend

honestly idek ur bias but its okay 😆 ( u just give me jake vibes ) kae being annoyed whenever her brother invites his loud friends over but little does she know that one of them was her soon to be crush. jake would accidentally come into her room thinking its the bathroom, resulting in an awkward first encounter. but both of you would think that the other was reallly cute. shy introverts who are too scared to speak ㅠㅠ

@hoonvrs & sunghoon and the wrong number

sunghoon being the silly little goofball he is would be drunk and accidentally call saint because he pressed the wrong number but they’d both have a light heart conversation while one is sober and the other isn’t. and after that day, those little texts would grow into voice messages and into video calls and then a meet up where they both fall for each other even more!

@okwonyo & jake as strangers to lovers

jiji and jake suddenly bump into each other one day and thats when the attraction begins … they realise they both go to the same university and jiji is very shy at first but its okay because jake is initiating all the conversations first because she’s giving him oblivious hints that she likes him & the rest is history ㄱㄱ

@tyunni & niki on a skateboard date

my favourite couple !!!! i refuse to believe that niki and may AREN’T that skater couple. but seriously niki would be such a goat at it while may would trip every 2 seconds cause she has a bad sense of balance but niki being the amazing boyfriend he is, he’d help her and teach her 😁 ( even put his hand on your waist )

[lionacuty]

Ehhhh

I pick the cancer

(Parasite of godhood)

-alz

BEAR WITH ME CUZ I HAVE NO SLEEP, BRAINCELLS ARE BOUNCING AROUND AND I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT THIS AU FOR A QUICK MINUTE

plot quickstart at a prophecy about a spider, squid, cat, frog and worm destroying the current gods with the power of parasites called crowns (I went on 2 sperate rambles about crowns being parasites here and here) that a sheep called Mirabell (nothing bad will totaly happen to her, trust me :3) and a spider called Lucinda who happen to be the mum of the spider in the prophecy aka Shamura who finds the purple crown the next day

stuff happens, Kallamar gets his ass saved from being sacrifice, even more stuff happens, Narinder Heket and Leshy gets saved from being sacrificed, the 3 claim their respective realms and domain, betrayl happens, sheep genocide, then Niko aka the lamb becomes besties with this one cotl oc of mine called Méliva then gets sacrificed then becomes Nari's vessel and quicks the bishops ass + Nari's

Kora's aka the goat summons Niko for help and Niko is stuck in a time loop stuff happens, Niko marries that grumpy cat and voila that's parasitic godhood with the red crown getting it's ass owned by Niko cuz they have a bad feeling about the red crown while the other bichops and Nari don't suspect a thing about those crowns

[notebookqueenofnarnia]

Totes ma goats imagine the Pevensie kids as the royal family. Not the head-cannon where they rule, but just the four of them being princes and princess of England or some (nonexistent) random European country. Like Peter being so like Prince William of a country and trying so hard not to screw up; Susan being so gracious and graceful and ladylike never a hair out of place. And since their parents are so busy like running a country, they try to raise their little siblings and Peter trying to make Edmund like him and Susan always fixing their appearances and manners.

(Also explains names like Edmund, but I also wanna an explanation for titles. Can they all be HRH not just Dukes and stuff) (what if their parents change the rules so that they all rule together to take the stress off and make them all equal. This is a total game changer you know. Forces think it makes them week but they are powerful as the the kings and queens)

Like also imagine them at all those public appearances. And Ed trying to get to movie premieres and trying to use his title to get on a Doctor Who episode. Peter telling him to stop using his power and influence. Think of all the things the royals do: behind the scenes at zoos, sailing fun races, hula dancing, traditions and cultures around the place, the Olympics (maybe Susan the swimmer even competes), parties. And Ed and Lucy at those boring events with old people just like reeking havoc when they were young and just judging everyone now. "Hey, Lu." "What?" "Did you see Lady Smallwood's hat? I think they forgot to take the feathers off of the bird." And then Susan yelling at them to behave while she charms everyone. (Also Susan with suitors and her and her brothers having no patience with the stuck up sons of Lords and rich peoples and things (and Caspian being one) but also using them to get money to charities.) (and Susan wanting to marry someone of and with purpose and with heart)

And everyone feels pressure in relationships, especially Peter who sees the hard marriage of their parents-who almost are ready for divorce. Peter has to find a queen for Petes sake (lololol a great pun), Susan wants what she wants(like maybe even Prince Charming day dream or that could be Lucy), and Ed doesn't even imagine marriage because he isn't Prince Charming and they expect him to be.

But also they all used to get up to trouble and mischief all four of them together, even sometimes now. Imagine craziness while visiting the White House, like super feminist

Susan meeting Trump but it ends up being Edmund and Peter who like loose their shit at him.

And all the social media (give me vlogger Princess Lucy) and activism and protecting each other from paparazzi and from rumor and scandals and stuff

Does Peter join the army to be a "normal guy" does it work?

They each ending learning different languages fluently (except Peter poor guy is terrible with languages) but so Susan can handle the German embassy, Lucy has any Spanish speaking country, and Edmund deals with the French and Italians

And scandals and pretend scandals and Ed just trying to run away from all of it (does he have a giant scandal?! Like is his father really the king? Or maybe drugs/drinking?) (OR he like gives away family gossip or something when he's young for sweeties- like betraying family and it's a big scandal, maybe even makes international relations bad, (or breaks up parents marriage) so after lots of angsty time he and his family finally forgive and he spends years trying to forgive himself and make it up by becoming the grave, serious, grumpy pants, with a beautiful soul) because who would notice third in line for the thrown at some massive university in the states. And Lu eventually follows him.

But just always living in the shadow of their siblings who live under the influence of the crown.

And they all just wanna be free

Want normal lives

And Aslan the Advisor finds ancient bylaws or old tradition or whatever where the four of them can rule over Narnia. And it takes the pressure off of Peter and they are all so badass together and they kill it even thought they are super young and are running a country. The white queen could totally be the kings sister and she is the reason he dies. (And the oldest of each of their children will fill their shoes when they die.)

[rhysintherain]

WIP Wednesday

(On Thursday night, because I'm on vacation and spent yesterday evening recovering from the dumb shit I did yesterday morning and today going to the museum with my sisters)

Tagged by @blackjackkent

Tagging: @fixomnia-scribble @invisible-goats and anybody else who wants to volunteer (seriously, if you have a work in progress you want to talk about, consider yourself tagged. @ me in your post, I want to hear about t)

Haven't done much work on original stuff lately, so here's a bit from one of Skye the druid's BG3 adventures in the shadow cursed lands:

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“Hey Oliver?” Skye said, sitting cross-legged on the dusty cobblestones of Reithwin’s old town square. “Wanna hear a story?”

The boy eyed them suspiciously, arms folded, lips pursed. “About what?”

“About friends, and arguments, and deciding you’re better off on your own.”

Oliver sighed. “Fine,” he collapsed like a puppet with cut strings to sit in a grumpy slouch, arms still tightly folded over his chest, across from Skye.

“Once upon a time, there were two friends, about the same age as you and Thaniel. They liked to play hide and seek, too. Their names were Skye and Ri.”

“Did you make that up?” Oliver accused. “It sounds funny, they’re almost the same.”

“They are almost the same, but I didn’t make it up. And if anyone told Ri her name was funny, she’d punch them. She was really good at punching people.

“Anyway, one day they got in a big fight.”

“A punching fight?” Oliver asked.

“No, an arguing fight.”

“Why were they arguing?”

“Well, Ri could be pretty bossy. She always wanted to pick what game they played. She always decided where they’d go on adventures, and she was always telling Skye what to do. So one day Skye decided they’d had it. They were sick of being bossed around, and they weren’t going to be friends with Ri anymore.”

“And then it was more fun, right?” Oliver interjected. “They could play whatever game they wanted, and she couldn’t boss them around anymore?”

“Yeah, for a while. But after a while Skye got lonely and bored. Games weren’t as much fun alone. And they found out that a lot of the things they wanted to do that Ri told them not to were kind of dumb, and Ri’s bossiness had kept them from getting hurt or in trouble.”

“Like how?” Oliver asked skeptically.

“Like, Ri always said you can’t pet every animal you meet. And Skye thought that was a bad rule, because they loved animals. As it turns out, you can pet a badger, but it’ll bite you after. So Ri was sort of right.”

[ask-de-writer]

I would like to thank Delightfully

EAGER BINGE READER

@furislupus​ for READING and LIKING

A BAD DAY FOR GRUMPY GOAT

MLP Fan Fiction

The Annals of Grumpy Goat

[semperintrepida]

A chapter in which a farmstead in the middle of nowhere still isn't safe from roving predators.

❧

Spring drips along in strings of soggy days. The incessant rain leaves the goats restless and grumpy in their stalls, and the sun only appears as a tease. I should be grumpy too, hobbling around with a bad ankle, forced to rely on your help. But we've reached a truce of sorts. I've learned to coexist with you.

We're not friends. I don't know what we are. You give me space when I need it, and I don't claw at you with my words. Somehow, we even manage a few conversations that aren't about the goats or the weather.

It's a fragile peace, balanced on the edge of my mood. Your name changes from moment to moment. A careless remark delivered like a command? Deimos. A curious question about some task I'm doing? Kassandra. And whenever you're Deimos, I must hold back my rage, lest it cut you, me, and everything else between us.

You're figuring out how to be someone else. Maybe that's what the gods want: for me to give you a place to do that. Hopefully you'll have better luck at it than I did.

Weeks pass. The rain tapers off to a mere drizzle, and one morning, after we've finished the milking, I point out a yearling and say, "I need you to help me slaughter this wether today."

[reservoirreputation]

Dimples Extras: Part Three

My (likely) final part to BTS stuff for my ResDogs fic Dimples.

Part one was about the original outline. Part two the order of events.

Part three is the cut portion of chapter five: The Trial. From beginning, leading up to the very moment it cuts to the fic proper.

So-

Why cut it?

The chapter felt a little light, initially. Encountered this before, with Dimples, and added the first two chapter/POVs to bulk things out. Thought I could do the same here. Very much got carried away.

The cons: Much of the arguments/dialogue only really work if this were a manslaughter trial, not armed robbery. So, while I feel it's adequate enough, it's not really what the story needs.

The pros: I loved the change to Keats' POV at the beginning. Larry's sass, Pink's vulnerability. The character witnesses? Callbacks to previous events in canon/fanfic? I was really proud of my efforts. Alas, it didn't fit, so it got cut. Gets to live on here, though.

Before the outtake proper, if you're looking for legal true crime drama written by someone who actually knows what they're doing, I highly recommend 'And the Sea Will Tell' by Vincent Bugliosi and Bruce Henderson. Literally the brain rot that took hold and made me think 'I can write that!' No, no I cannot. Very well done and does a great job in humanizing all involved, most importantly the victims. Bugliosi is truly one of the GOATs.

CHAPTER FIVE: The Trial

Their second meeting in as many weeks, and Keats gets down to business, “I imagine the two of you will be pleading not guilty?”

“I mean, it’s the only way this’ll work, right?” Pink asks.

“Mostly because if we plead guilty, that implies we’ve cut a deal.” Larry says.

“Which means we’ll get cut.”

“Okay, that aside, I have a task for you two.” Keats takes a long drag, holds, exhales, “I need you to make me a list, ready by my next visit. I want, need, the both of you to come up with at least ten names apiece.”

Larry’s already gearing up to argue, to which Keats raises a hand, “Not to snitch on, but people you know. People who can vouch for you.”

“Character witnesses?” Pink guesses.

“Exactly.”

“Thought we were paying you to do that for us?” Larry snarks.

“Oh, you want me to be a mind-reader? I’m supposed to just know who you’ve interacted with, who likes you, who doesn’t?” he stubs out his cigarette. He tears two sheets of paper from his notepad, and passes them two pieces of jail-approved crayon, “Parents?”

“Dead.” Larry says. Pink echoes the sentiment.

“Siblings?”

“Dead.” Larry quickly, blandly replies.

“Only child.” Pink starts to sink further into his seat.

“Aunts, uncles, cousins?”

Larry stares at him, as if the answer’s obvious.

“They don’t want nothing to do with me.” Pink grumbles.

“Former employers?”

Larry’s expression remains stony, “I’ve never worked a real job in my life.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Real, legit, respectable. A nine-to-five? Never did those.”

Pink says, “I worked at a movie theatre when I was seventeen. All my coworkers were the same age, just about. A real ‘inmates running the asylum’ kind of thing.”

Keats sighs. It was going to be a long day.

The third meeting, and both of Keats’ clients only manage to gather five names each. He frowns, but it’s better than nothing. 

“Will any of these people have something bad to say?” he asks, reading down the first list.

“I mean, maybe.” Pink shrugs.

“When the prosecution does cross-exams, that could come up.” Keats bites back a laugh, “Unless all the good things these picks have to say are really pitiful, doing the prosecution’s job for them.”

“Careful there, Keats, you sound a little too choked up about that.” Larry stares at him.

He lays the papers flat on the metal table, looking first from grumpy-and-sarcastic to grumpy-and-sad, “You do know that you’ll be found guilty? No matter what?”

“I mean, in essence, sure.” Pink nods, arms crossed, “All for show.”

“The jury, unless it’s a particularly dense pool, will find the two of you guilty of armed robbery. The person in that courtroom, the only one that matters, that we need to try and impress, is the judge. Because,” he continues just as both his clients were about to speak, “the judge liking you, sympathizing, being amused or convinced by you will be the difference between ten years and thirty.”

“Do you-” Pink starts, stops, begins again, “Do you expect us to take the stand?”

“Fuck no. That’d be a disaster. That’s why I need character witnesses.”

Silently, Larry motions for his paper to be passed back over. Keats complies, and the other scribbles down a couple more names. Gives it back.

“Thank you.” that’s the first bit of civil cooperation during the whole meeting. He looks to Pink, who for a second appears guilty, like he can’t return the gesture. That’s gone a moment later, replaced with a look of indifference. Keats decides to make things a little lighter, “I expect you to get ten years, at best.” he says to the younger man, “Him?” he gestures to Larry, “Will be lucky if he gets twenty.”

The smirk on Pink’s face is rewarding, and Keats suddenly realizes just why it was so easy for a cop to go to bat for these two idiots.

Finally, trial day arrives. Dressed in cheap suits eerily similar to their heist garb, Larry and Pink are shuffled into the courtroom. Larry spots Freddy, sitting several rows back directly behind the defense’s side. He hates having to look away. They are seated, only to stand as the judge enters. The honorable Patricia Mendez takes her seat. ‘So, this is who we have to impress?’

The District Attorney starts things off, stating just what the county wants done with the two of them, “Our goal here, today, ladies and gentlemen, is to begin the process of proving that the defendants sitting here before you robbed a jewelry store, setting off a chain of events that lead to the biggest tragedy of all.” he gets to that line, lets the implication hang there, and then steps back, “We hope that, by the end of this trial, you will do the right thing, and find these two guilty of armed robbery with intent to endanger and harm.”

Keats gets in front of the courtroom, and says “I will not argue that my clients were part of this robbery.” With that sentence alone, the room erupts with the buzz of conversation, “However, to say that they willfully endangered people? Intended for harm to be done?” Keats shakes his head, as if the very idea were ridiculous, “By the end of this trial, you will see that my clients wanted nothing more than diamonds, and a clean getaway. And how colleagues of theirs, that they didn’t even personally know, turned it into a bloodbath, and how the defendants shouldn’t have to pay for the actions of the dead.”

“What the fuck?” Larry hisses, the sounds of an equally outraged crowd drowning him out.

“Maybe he’s trying to make us relatable?” Pink shrugs, “I mean, I know this is all for show, but I didn’t think he’d throw it like this.”

The order of events is presented by the prosecution. Security footage, though grainy as shit, can only clearly show Blonde- Vega- doing the killing. There’s also plenty of footage of the whole crew, Larry and Pink included, waving guns about. The prosecution plants the idea that everyone knew what kind of loose cannon Vega was. Even now, it makes Larry’s blood boil. That shit was never supposed to go down like that. Vega ruined everything.

Mr. Keats gets up there and plays the reasonable doubt card. You don’t know for certain the others’ guns are loaded. You certainly can’t tell from the footage if the safety’s on or off. Everyone shared weapons, at least six different fingerprints pulled from each. Everyone else was a criminal, but a professional. Vega was unhinged. Ultimately, the goal is to make the jury separate the crew’s intentions from what Vega did spontaneously.

Evidence is next wheeled out. Dozens of guns, recovered mostly from the dead bodies of Pink and White’s crew, are put on display to ask the nonverbal question; if there was never an intention to pull the trigger, why pack so much firepower? On its own separate table is the elusive bag of diamonds. Pink looks at it oddly. “They’ve been dippin’ into our stash.” he whispers.

“What?”

“There’s less diamonds than before.”

Larry isn’t surprised to know the cops are crooked, but is a little interested, “How can you tell?”

“I’m the only one who held them, remember?” He’s talking like it’s a family heirloom that got wrongly wrapped-up in the case, and solely belongs to Pink.

There’s a piece of paper that sits next to the bag of diamonds. The prosecution points to this, explaining it to be a receipt from the diner they ate at, just minutes before doing the heist. The DA reads off every item of food ordered, trying to paint a visceral picture in the minds of the jury, that, even after a big meal, people like this can more than stomach work like that. It’d almost be comical, if decades behind bars weren’t on the line.

The DA picks up a bloodied straight razor with a gloved hand, and starts to explain what Vega used it for, which causes Keats to object, “This piece of evidence had nothing to do with the robbery, or even the jewelry store.”

The prosecutor counters, “It’s establishing the character of the people the defendants worked with.”

The judge allows discussion of the razor, a brief mention of rookie cop Marvin Nash, but clarifies to the jury to disregard it as part of the main charge. Character building only, the judge warns, and that there will be a line that can’t be crossed.

The evidence portion concludes, with a surprising lack of forensic evidence, or lab technicians on the stand, and the first day of the trial comes to an end.

 The next day is dedicated to character witnesses, a chance for both sides to humanize/demonize the defendants at length.

First is the waitress from the diner, the day of the robbery. Miss Marlena Lopez takes the stand, as the judge smiles warmly at her. 

“What’s that about?” Pink whispers to Keats. 

“Eh, judge has got a soft spot for waitresses. It’s how she paid her way through law school.” 

Larry looks over in time to see Pink mouth the words ‘fuck me’ before catching himself.

Early twenties, college student, waitress since she was sixteen. Says she saw all these men in suits and thought they must be white collar types, getting ready for a big meeting. Agreed to wait their table, hoping for a big tip from well-off customers. They ate, drank, and talked loudly and crudely for the better part of an hour. By the end, the bill was sizable, and the tip pitiful. Aside from that, they weren’t standouts from their usual customers, and otherwise behaved themselves.

Keats gets up there to see if Ms. Lopez had anything particular to add about his clients, “Just that they thought they were being more slick than they were. The skinny one there tried to justify not tipping me.”

“Oh. Ah-”

“And the old guy went on about how much of an asshole that one was being. Real feminist type. I liked him.” she blushes, looks over to the judge, “Sorry, ma’am.”

“You’re fine.” she gives a warm smile, and just for a moment glances over at Pink.

 The retired chief of police from Milwaukee, Wisconsin takes the stand, describing the various offenses on Larry Dimmick’s local rap sheet. Stealing things from an early age, picking fights in school, then at various jobs, then against other criminals. How this wasn’t the first time he’s been charged with armed robbery. Keats, on cross-exam, got out of the retired chief the fact that a lot of charges against Dimmick, of a more serious nature, didn’t stick because of a technicality, and shouldn’t be compared to what he’s currently on trial for.

 Pink, with the shorter career, and a knack for fleeing the scene, didn’t have as serious of a witness against him. Who did choose to testify against him, however, was the principal of his old high school, then just a VP. She describes Pink as a youth; a loner, no friends, only ran track and took part in no other extracurricular activities. Was severely bullied for the first half of his freshman year, and then, after winter break, returned to school to not return the favor by fighting, but by offering his bullies access to the test keys for end of year exams. Only to give them fake ones, causing them all to fail, which no one found out about until the next school year. 

Next, from the club Joe and company frequented, is the bartender. A younger guy named Justin Andrews. A newer hire, worked at the club for about six months before the Cabots showed up for their latest scheme. Andrews had spotted the crew right away, marking them as trouble, and told his employer. His boss then said not to worry about it, they’re good customers. Justin goes on record saying he never liked the look of any of them, what with talking in hushed tones, staring down strangers that got too close to their table. Larry leans over to Keats, and tells him that is all bullshit, you couldn’t whisper to anybody in a joint like that. They had drinks and a good time, bothered no one. Keats listens and uses just this during cross exam, making Mr. Andrews more than a little flustered.

Another bartender is called, this time from the place only White and Orange visited. A man closer to Larry’s age named Mike Sloan, he testifies to the defendant and another man coming in and minding their own business, when another patron, completely blasted, starts to try and pick a fight. Explains the situation leading up to it, his date for the night getting pissed and throwing her drink at him, and the man proceeding to make everyone else very uncomfortable. How Larry tried to verbally calm things down, and that his companion engaged the drunk patron in a fight. That by the time the two left, the instigator on the ground, a pocket knife was found laying next to him, and that it in fact belonged to said drunkard. Keats uses this to show that his client (at least one) was not prone to violence, even in the face of having a weapon drawn on him. That Larry even tried de-escalation. Pink looks over at Larry, a little surprised, himself.

It being late in the day, the judge declares that the court reconvene tomorrow, where witness testimony proper will begin.

Day three starts off with a bang; a survivor of the jewelry store, an employee who hid in the manager’s office.

Sheryll Pryor is middle-aged, shy, timid. She recalls hearing a man declare that everyone needed to get down on the ground, that a robbery was taking place. She locked and barricaded the office door, and could see nothing. Just heard sirens, then shooting. “Is that exactly as it happened?” Keats asks, and she confirms it once more. 

Testimony of a survivor, one that refused to appear in court, is read aloud by the DA. That one of the deceased, Vic Vega, began shooting at the employees, the customers. Keats crosses this, asking if the witness mentioned anything about hearing sirens. The prosecution says no. 

Keats calls Pryor back to the stand, to ask how long she worked at the store. Five years is her reply. In that time, had she ever experienced hearing something clearly in the manager’s office, only for people in the main store to be unawares? Yes, frequently, is her answer.

In the way of law enforcement, few are called to testify. Before the first day of trial, Keats explained to his clients why this would be the case; the LAPD knows there’s something off about their own accounts, and doesn’t want to draw too much attention to it, such as the lack of concern over the disappearance of Officer Nash, or the slow response time to the warehouse as soon as Joe Cabot entered the building. Things of this nature would be embarrassing, should it come up. Only the most necessary or experienced would be allowed to testify, for the sake of minimizing the damage.

One such person is a Detective Thompson, lead on the case. He describes arriving on the scene, apprehending one of the defendants who carried the bag of stolen diamonds. Next, of entering the warehouse, and seeing all of the bodies strewn about. Of the other defendant holding an undercover agent hostage, threatening to shoot. How, despite warnings, he still pulled the trigger.

For the first time in several moments, Larry remembers to breathe. It feels like hours, but Thompson finally leaves the stand. As he passes, the detective gives Larry and Pink, but mostly Larry, the tiniest of smirks. Larry feels cold sweat break out along his back.

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: A clever con woman must convince a skeptical, sexy farmer of his property's resident real-life ghost if she's to save them all from a fate worse than death, in this delightful new novel from the author of Mrs. Nash's Ashes.

Fake spirit medium Gretchen Acorn is happy to help when her best (read: wealthiest) client hires her to investigate the unexplained phenomena preventing the sale of her bridge partner’s struggling goat farm. Gretchen may be a fraud, but she'd like to think she’s a beneficentone. So if "cleansing" the property will help a nice old man finally retire and put some much-needed cash in her pockets at the same time, who's she to say no?

Of course, it turns out said bridge partner isn't the kindly AARP member Gretchen imagined—Charlie Waybill is young, hot as hell, and extremely unconvinced that Gretchen can communicate with the dead. (Which, fair.) Except, to her surprise, Gretchen finds herself face-to-face with Everett: the very real, very chatty ghost that’s been wreaking havoc during every open house. And he wants her to help ensure Charlie avoids the same family curse that's had Everett haunting Gilded Creek since the 1920s.

Now, Gretchen has one month to convince Charlie he can’t sell the property. Unfortunately, hard work and honesty seem to be the way to win over the stubborn farmer—not exactly Gretchen's strengths. But trust isn’t the only thing growing between them, and the risk of losing Charlie to the spirit realm looms over Gretchen almost as annoyingly as Everett himself. To save the goat farm, its friendly phantom, and the man she's beginning to love, Gretchen will need to pull off the greatest con of her life: being fully, genuinely herself.

Review:

A con artist who makes her living as a fake medium finds herself in over her head when she begins seeing an actual ghost and now has to help him break the curse on his family... except said family member is a hot grumpy farmer who sees right through her and wants her off his farm. Gretchen Acorn is a fake spirit medium and has become one of the best at her job. She has only one rule though: to leave her clients better off than when she met them, thats so she can be different from her father, a horrible con man, Gretchen might take money from people but she's adamant that they're happier when she's done. Gretchen isn't a bad person, but she's not exactly a good one. When Gretchen's client pays her to help a friend she can't help but say yes, what was suppose to be an easy pay day is ruined when she finds out that Charlie Waybill, the friend she was suppose to help isn't an old man on a farm but rather a very hot farmer who is unconvinced Gretchen can communicate with the dead. Yet Gretchen is in for the surprise of her life when she actually begins seeing a ghost, this time the con isn't fake and she is really communicating with a ghost. The ghost is related to Charlie's family and tells Gretchen that she has to help him break the curse on their family and to save Charlie. How can she save Charlie when he wants nothing more for her to get away as far as possible. Now Gretchen has to find a way to convince Charlie that the curse is very real and that she can actually communicate with him. Gretchen won't leave so Charlie offers her a deal: she'll work on the farm for a few months in exchange for room and board, that'll give her enough time to try and save Charlie. Yet the more time they spend together the more the feelings between them begin to grow. Gretchen is about to face her biggest challenge yet: being her true self and possibly opening her heart up. Can she break the curse before it's too late? This was such a cute and cozy autumnal/spooky romance vibe book. I love a fun con artist story with a touch of ghost. Charlie and Gretchen were really cute, despite how much they thought they were different, they had so much in common and cared so much about each other. This was a really cute feel good read and I had fun with it!

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[fat-slobby-hunks]

AU'S:

Agent au:

My muses but they're all special agents working for a shady undercover organization. Their bodies are enhanced with special enhancements that give them miraculous agility at the cost of their metabolism and waist line.

Kinks: weight gain, force feeding, latex suits, stuckage, feeding machines and more

Organizations:

The org: nameless shadowy government agency. Employees spies and supplies them with the mysterious chemical [bhm] that allows them to perform inhuman feats

Hazbin Incorporated:

A third party organization that employees the not so silent but very deadly spy known as Angel Dust. Only seeks power and profit.

My muses but they're all royalty in world of pure candy.

The Phantom Thieves:

Ryuji, Akira and Yusuke a trio of gentlemen thieves by night and normal (kinda) citizens by day. Ryuji is a former athlete, Akira a streamer and Yusuke a plus sized model and artist.

Rocket Food Enterprises:

Run by Lysander and Giovanni

These two Rocket Food enterprises. It's considered the food of the future. They own gyms, diet pill and exercise equipment companies. They have multiple food brands all disguised as trying to curve obesity and spread awareness for health and fitness. Giovanni handles the business while Lysander does tech.

Candyland Au:

Kinks: princess tf, intelligence loss, inflation, force feeding, and more

Farm Au:

My muses split amongst various positions of a farm dedicated to raising and breeding hucows and other hybrids.

Kinks: animal/pig play, breeding, exhibitionism, chastity, milking, force feeding and more

Space pirate au:

My muses sailing the cosmos as space pirates

Cyberpunk au:

My muses in a general cyberpunk setting

Axiom Au:

My muses as passengers aboard the Axiom space ship from Wall-E

Fantasy Au:

My muses in a high fantasy setting

Western Au:

An anthro hazbin/helluva boss au featuring the characters In an old west setting

May add other series eventually

Key characters:

Stolas:

Species: owl

Bio: rich son of an oil baron with some shady ties to a criminal organization. Lives an runs a local library.

Sheriff Lucifer:

Species: hell stallion (fancy horse)

Bio: sheriff and big shot around town. Keeps things running smoothly. Has a passion for rubber ducks and apples

Husker:

Species: cat chimera

Bio: the happy saloon's disgruntled bar tender. Town drunk, gambler, and former outlaw all in one grumpy package.

Alastor:

Species: deer

Bio: owner of the hazbin saloon, local celebrity and radio star. Is secretly running various criminal enterprises beneath the floor of his humble saloon.

Zestial:

Species: spider

Bio: the town undertaker noones quite sure what he gets up to...

Angel Dust:

Species: spider

Bio: waiter and occasional dancer at the local saloon. Showed up in town one day in bad shape and never bothered to tell anyone why.

Asmodeus:

Species: avian demon (big bird man)

Bio: exotic thrill seeker, entrepreneur and owner of some of the most popular adult entertainment locals across the county. Run's a local club called Ozzie's. (100% not in love >:[ )

Fizzarolli:

Species: imp

Bio: a performer an comedian. Works at towns largest and only theater

Blitzo:

Species: imp

Bio:

Moxxie:

Species: imp

Bio:

Asgore Dreemurr:

Species: goat boss monster

Bio: the mayor of town and owner of the east garden in the county fair.

Location's

Pentagram Sheriff's department:

Hazbin Saloon: the local watering hole and definitely not a front for any illegal business.