#Charlie rewrite

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Charlie & Vaga’s Inspo-Boards🍎🦋

Made some inspo-boards for my Chaggie duo! Charlie & Vaga have a lot of connected together characters. I assume most know em, if not than u can let me know in replies and I can answer💖 there’s a lot of characters I can still think of for them but there’s only so much room🤣

Charlie🍎🐑 A lot more like how she was in the pilot. Still naive and gets ahead of herself but still a kind and well meaning gal who wants to help the sinners not just from exterminations but be able to heal and grow into better and happier people Def a half full glass gal who does her best to see the good with the bad wether that be her home in Hell or the people within it, especially the sinners. She often sees people like the sinners as characters within stories. Complex tales full of development. She’s had…personal experience with a sinner who showed her the ability of goodness and change and wants to repay the favor by helping the rest of the sinners who most have long give up on themselves. She’s also bit affected by her parents and their views too. Even the ones she doesn’t agree with.

That isn’t to say she doesn’t care for her fellow Hellborn & often tries to help them with the hotel, such as having the sinners do community service for Hell and try to stop the exterminations & impact it has on them(casualties, property damage, etc)

She can at times, get carried away with her best intentions snd has trouble realizing the complexities of sinners & their internal struggles She’s done legit research on humanity(morality, redemption, history, rehab etc) she’s basically a girl fresh out of college now applying what she’s learned into the real world and growing the knowledge of actual experience and learning how not everything is an easy by the book tale or script. Good thing she’s got her sinner girlfriend and friends/clients who help her see the angles she can’t.

Notes-Cheery, full of sweetness & spunk, kind, positive, half-full glass, compassionate, generous, sometimes too giving, curious, adventurous, open-minded, passionate, has a fiery side when necessary, brave, will get her game face on when the moments serious enough, determined, caring, music-loving, theatrical, eccentric, loyal to those she cares for, sensitive, occasionally insensitive, occasionally impatient, occasionally unaware, doesn’t always think things through or as fully, can get way in over her head, stubborn, bit out of touch, occasionally prideful(she’s the daughter of pride), naive, still learning about people & how they work and has a lot more inner demons than she may realize.

Vaga🦋👁️ Vaga(short for Vagabond) is often seen as the polar opposite of Charlie. Where as she’s more social, talkative(and sing driven) and bubbly, Vaga’s more withdrawn and akward with people….most the time unintentionally intimidating them with her intense looks and angelic spear. But nonetheless shares Charlie’s goals of wanting to help the sinners from the extermination She’s amazing at combat and strategy…socializing and hospitality not so much… She often keeps her distance from most, following Charlie’s lead, letting her do the talking and bonding, leading most thinking she hates most…truth is she hates herself. She sees the world but most of all herself in jaded glasses of past regrets she tries to hide. She comes to learn she doesn’t have to fight her demons alone, and eventually comes to terms with them…granted not by full choice but still She acts as hotel security aswell as self appointed co-assistant to Charlie where as Alastor took over as manager(mainly for better social skills and handle on things outside of just combat)

Notes-Stoic, serious, deadpan, master of sarcasm, occasionally unaware, has trouble expressing her feelings, occasionally numb, prone to worry, temperamental, strategic, tries to be pragmatic, determined, stern but tries to be fair, cautious, practical, bit out of touch, anxious, passionate, devoted, loyal, has a sweet inner softness to her, secretive, quiet, so done with crap, needs caffeine alot, seems like she’s in some action fantasy story, and carrying a lot more in her than she lets on.

I’ve also done a board for Angel Dust

What do u think? Any characters u think would fit Chaggie or others? I’d love to know💖

[jsmifty]

The Puppet (FNAF AU)

(From my fic, ‘One More Night’, an AU/Rewrite)

My puppet design (how i imagine her) in my FNAF rewrite.

Generally she is meant to look more like Charlotte/Charlie Emily. I havent decided yet but this might be just how Micheal Afton views the puppet, as he feels he can see Charlotte Emily within it. However she does not hold any recognition for him.

V.1 version of the animatronic below cut

V.2 is made out of the parts of the original puppet (V.1) anamatronic, which passes on the spirit into V.2.

V.1 was originally a 'security bot' however was repurposed.

I love the original puppet, one of my favourite characters when i first got into fnaf and still is. Shes so cool

her redesign was def inspired by Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone, i LOVED that musical when i saw it and everytime i hear it i think of the puppet for some reason dont ask why

[bootpoot]

PT 1 hazbin hotel redesigns bc theyre UGLY and i want to rewrite the show for fun

i do NOT support vivziepop/hazbin hotel i am simply rewriting/redesigning the characters bc ik they can be saved….

i have much to say on how i will rewriting this bc i am super invested its fun to fix a show of its flaws

[jollmaster]

Vaggie was the first whose redesign I drew ❤ I still consider her the first beauty in Charlie's gang

their redesigns with sources of inspiration + explanation: Vaggie, Charlie

other reworks: all Vees together, Lute, von Eldritch siblings, Mimzy, Alastor and Rosie

[floydtheflorist]

My Hazbin Hotel redesigns

Part 1 bcs I'll do more in the future

[halfway-house-in-hell]

updated Charlie Morningstar redesign!!! 🐐🫀

rewrite under cut⬇️

-she's a doll. she was created by her father lucifer as a gift for her mother, lilith, because lilith could not conceive a child naturally. lilith did not like this, and packed up and left lucifer the same night she found out. charlie feels responsible for this rift, but tries to not let it get to her

-lilith is actually only her mother by technicalities since they've never met

-the whole doll thing helps explain why noone takes her seriously. they dont see her as a "real" demon or the "real" princess of hell, they see her as a weak little toy.

-when they do talk to her, (like that tv interview from the pilot) they mostly want to know what lucifer is doing, is he alive etc. since he's been a recluse for hundreds of years

she is far too trusting-which is why she takes a deal with the radio demon, a demon who is not at all trustworthy, and has a very thin skin. she feels like she needs to prove her worth to the hell, she wants her citizens to take her seriously

-her hotel, set up to rehabilitate sinners, has free entry. she tried to get funding to build it from her father, but he denied it as he did not believe it would work. she eventually is gifted a crumbling old building by alastor

-charlie's rehabilitation plan was not the most well thought out, and so she tends to freak out when things go even slightly wrong

-charlie truly believes that. a) all sinners can be redeemed, even the "truly evil ones" and b) that these sinners will have a better life in heaven, free from the annual genocide. she is unaware/only partially aware of heavens strict conservatism and deep hatred of sinners

she and vee complete eachother. vee is the only one who takes her seriously and who charlie thinks believes in her hotel, and charlie is the only one vee can confide in and truly trust. charlie is the bleeding heart to vee's closed wound. they are also very affectionate because i say so

[cozyflowerbed]

so much pomegranates 0_o

[andreafmn]

Requite | Chapter 1

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: When everything seems to fall into place in Forks, Washington, a string of mysterious deaths call the attention of both vampires and werewolves in town. As the redheaded vampire returns with her mind set on revenge, (Y/N) and Bella Swan find themselves in the center of danger once again. With secrets still lingering between them about their past best friend, they will find themselves stuck in a whirlwind of love, betrayal, and the hardest choices they’ll have to make. But one thing is certain: no one will go a day without a taste for vengeance. 

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Calm in a town like Forks was a mirage. Or, at times, it was simply a distraction. While the supernatural walked amongst the land, there would never be calm and tranquility. Their existence was enough to shift the balance of the universe, and it would always find a way to rectify itself. Even just a couple of days could send the small town down a whirlwind, regardless of who got caught in the middle of the current.  

(Y/N) Swan didn't know that yet. At that moment, she thought she had faced her worst battle yet. She had survived a vampire attack; she had saved her sister from drowning in the ocean, and she had even endured an abusive relationship. There couldn't be anything else thrown her way that could be worse.  

Or so she thought. But of course, hindsight is twenty-twenty.  

Finals were approaching, and (Y/N) had never wanted to go back to homeschooling more than at that moment. For the better part of a year, she had been able to focus on her schoolwork at her own pace. In school, she had to submit to her teacher's pace. If she had it her way, she would have already been done with her year's curriculum. Instead, she was buried up to her nose in her and Bella's books.  

“So, dad gave me another letter from Jacob,” Bella muttered as she closed her history book, seemingly over the topic. “Seems he really wants to talk. Although it seems he's not sure about what.”  

Bella passed the piece of paper to her sister, her eyes searching for any answers on (Y/N)'s face. But the younger Swan remained stoic as she perused the letter. Jacob had started over seven times, angrily scratching over every sentence until he left a vague plea to see the older Swan and explain everything that had gone down behind her back. In between strikes, he said he felt like a schoolboy asking Charlie to hand over notes. He asked her to pick up the phone. He begged her to talk to him before he talked to her own sister. Most of all, he asked her not to choose Edward. 

Every letter for the past few weeks had been the same. Angry and desperate requests to see Bella before (Y/N) told her the truth of what he had done. Every letter was accompanied by a frenzied call, his voice always distressed and anguished over the receiver and always picked up by Charlie. And every time, he received the same answer. Bella didn't want to speak to him, and (Y/N) had not said anything.  

The younger girl wasn't sure why she was protecting him. Jacob had done atrocious things deliberately. He had manipulated, belittled, and dismissed her for months. He had quite literally left her for dead when she had faced a murderous vampire. He had used her feelings for him to get closer to her sister. Jake had chewed her up and spat her out when he had been done with her. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to turn her family against him—much to Paul's dismay.  

(Y/N) had made Paul promise he would not tell anyone what Jacob had done. Not when Bella cornered him at night when he snuck in, not when her father tried to coax it out of him when he joined them for Saturday breakfasts or Sunday dinners, and definitely not when he had asked her to his senior prom in front of both Swans.  

“When are you gonna tell me what happened?” Bella asked as (Y/N) folded the note back up. “Don't you think I should know if I'm ever gonna talk to him again?”  

“There's not really much to say,” the younger girl shrugged as she closed the books in front of her. “I won't stop you from being his friend, Bella. Whatever happened between us happened—it's not gonna change no matter how much we talk about it.”  

“What if I just ask him about it?” her sister offered. “Will you be fine with that?” 

“You can do whatever you want, Bells,” she said. “But believe me when I say he’s not gonna tell you anything.” 

“Don't you think I should know his true character if I'm gonna associate myself with him?” her sister pushed, exasperated. “(Y/N), the things I know he did are bad, but I need to know the whole truth if I'm ever gonna start to think to forgive him.”  

Before she could answer or even give herself time to make up her mind, her attention turned to a peculiar smell in the air. The sisters exchanged a questioning gaze before leaving their books on Bella’s bed and following the scent all the way to the kitchen. There, Charlie was fanning smoke coming from the stove, the open window blowing the cloud back inside rather than helping to keep it out of the house. The smell of wood and pine mixed with the smoke in the kitchen created a choking and uncomfortable environment.  

“What are you doing, dad?” Bella exclaimed as she opened the microwave only seconds before a catastrophe while (Y/N)turned off the burner their father had neglected. “Trynna burn down the house?” 

“Oh! Girls!” he exclaimed as he finally noticed their presence. “I, uh, I was trying to make dinner.”  

“You put a jar of sauce in the microwave,” the older daughter sighed. “With the lid on. Yeah, metal and microwaves don't really mix well.” 

“Did I at least get the pasta right?” Charlie questioned expectantly. “It's just boiling water.”  

“Well, yeah, but you should stir it too,” (Y/N) chuckled. “And maybe add enough water for the noodles inside. That usually helps the pasta not stick to the pot and burn.”  

“I'll take that into consideration for next time.”  

Bella and (Y/N) exchanged a worried look, knowing their father would not have been caught dead in the kitchen had he not had something to say. It was written on his face—something was clouding his mind. His brow was furrowed, his shoulders were tense, and there was concern plastered across his features. Charlie had something to say, and he was trying to let it go down with a plate of burnt spaghetti.  

(Y/N) was the first one to talk, curious about her father's behavior. “What's going on, dad?” she inquired as she tried to clear out the burnt sludge in the pot. “Why the sudden need to cook us a meal?”  

“It's not illegal for me to make a meal,” he argued. “Especially not in my own house.”  

The sisters exchanged the same look once more, unsure what it could be that he was hiding. He was avoiding their gaze, focusing on the last bits of smoke that disappeared into the rainy day. 

 “You would know, huh?” Bella teased, staring at the badge shining on his jacket.  

“Yeah,” he chuckled dryly. “Good one.”  

Charlie was quiet after that, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the rack that had housed his gun sling for the better part of the week. Ever since the pack didn't have to investigate the odd slaughtered hitchhiker, no one had reported sightings of the massive, mysterious wolves. Of course, the man didn't know that, but he was glad the semblance of calm had returned to the small town.  

Silence rained in the Swan household as Charlie sat at the table with the newspaper and Bella worked on cleaning the rest of the pasta pot. (Y/N) couldn’t handle the tension, feeling herself drowning in the unease of the room. There were too many unspoken words between the three of them, and there didn’t seem to be a confession coming from any of them.  

“Well, why don’t I run out to the diner and get us some food?” (Y/N) offered. “Dad, thank you for trying to make us some dinner, but I would like to eat something tonight—something edible.”   

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” he said, clearing his throat. “Is, uh, is your, uh, boy, uh, friend, uh, your friend Paul coming over tonight?”   

“During stipulated visiting hours,” she chuckled, “yeah.”  

“Alright, get him something too, then,” her father instructed before moving his gaze back to the paper in his hands. "Take some money from my wallet. It's in the inside pocket of the jacket.”  

“Cool. I'll be back soon.”  

“I'll call ahead, so the order is almost done when you get there,” Bella announced. “Make sure they pack my order of onion rings.”  

"Will do,” (Y/N) said, slipping on her jacket and pulling up the hood. “Be right back.” 

She pulled her phone out as she made her way to her van, clicking on the number three on her speed dial. But before the line could ring more than once, arms wrapped around her, and she was lifted off the ground. An undeniable warmth engulfed her, and she couldn't help the laugh that left her throat. “Paul,” she shrieked joyfully as he spun her around. “You're early.”  

“And you're on your way to get some food,” the boy smiled brightly as he turned her to face him. “I'll go with you.” 

“How could I say no to such a tempting offer?” (Y/N) smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck before giving him a small kiss. “And you should be wearing a jacket in this weather. I know you don't need it, but others don't know that.”  

“Well, I would have worn the hoodie I left in the van, but it seems like it has a new owner.”  

“I told you, whatever's left in the car is mine,” she grinned. “Not my fault you can't keep track of your belongings.”  

“Let's just go get the food before your dad starts to wonder what's taking so long,” he chuckled. “I think I'm finally winning him over.”  

 (Y/N) laughed as they got into the vehicle. She had started getting used to Paul appearing out of nowhere, filling her quiet and empty moments with his laughter and wild occurrences. He had become a welcome constant in her life, and she couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in it. “I don't think dad will ever warm up again to the idea of another guy dating one of his daughters,” she teased. “But if anyone has a chance, it would definitely be you.”  

“Thank you for the vote of confidence. And here I was thinking I had a leg up on everyone.” 

“Hey, he's getting you food,” (Y/N) laughed. “He likes you enough. At least he likes you more than Jacob. Even Bella sorta likes you.”  

“I take it you still haven't told them what happened,” Paul asked, taking her hand in his and giving it a comforting squeeze. “At least your sister should know what that idiot really did to you to cut him out from her life completely.”  

“And what good would that do?” the girl sighed. “It won't change what happened, nor would it serve her to lose one of the only people she can call a friend.” 

“Do you really think he's the kind of friend Bella should have? Should she really keep someone that would have let her sister die by her side?”  

“Can we not talk about him?” (Y/N) argued, turning the van into the diner parking lot. “I don't want to waste my time on him anymore—not now and definitely not later.”  

“(Y/N)...”  

“No more talk about him, Paul,” she said firmly as she killed the engine and turned to face him. “If you mention him again, there will be consequences. Starting with locking my window at night.”  

"You drive a hard bargain,” Paul replied while cradling her chin in his hand. “And it seems I don't have another choice but to agree.”  

With a chaste kiss, they left the van, walking hand-in-hand into The Lodge like they had done it a million times before. It was easy for everything to feel natural with Paul. Being with him made her heart feel at peace. And after all she had been through in the short time she had resided in Forks, she more than welcomed it. In hindsight, (Y/N) knew she had played a hand in all the hardship that had befallen her. She ignored how she felt about Paul; she pushed him away over trivial miscommunications, and she had stayed with Jacob for far longer than she ever should have.  

“Is this gonna become a weekly thing, huh?” Cora, the waitress who always took their order, said with a smile. “What is this now three weeks in a row that you two have come in?”  

“Something like that,” (Y/N) chuckled. “This time is because dad tried to cook dinner. And well, that never goes down as well as it should.”  

“What'd he burn this time?”  

“Spaghetti,” the girl smiled. “And he tried to microwave a jar of sauce with the lid on.”  

“Charlie should really just stick to the police work,” the woman laughed. “And you came in just in time. Steak with cobbler; a double medium-well Lodge burger with extra bacon and onions and cheesy fries; a single bacon cheeseburger with cheese and bacon friends; and a veggie burger—which has surprisingly become a best-seller since we put it on the menu last year—with onion rings. I threw in a couple of slices of apple pie slices in there for you guys. On the house.” 

“Thank you, Cora. But could I trouble you with replacing two of the slices with some chocolate cream pie?” Paul asked, sporting his award-winning smile. “As good as it is, (Y/N) here is allergic to apples, and I wouldn't want her to miss out on dessert.”  

“Oh my goodness, sweetheart. I completely forgot!” Cora exclaimed as she scrambled to the pie display. “Tell you what, you keep those extra slices, and I'll give you three of the chocolate. And I'm gonna leave a note right here so no one forgets.”  

“You don't have to do all that, Cora,” (Y/N) said. “It was an honest mistake.”  

“Nonsense, (Y/N),” she smiled. “I'm happy to do it. And between you and me, I like the chocolate one better. Your boy here has really good taste.”  

“That he does,” the younger Swan replied as she felt heat flush to her face. She paid for the food, handing Paul the bags as she put away the change, ignoring the teasing stare the waitress was sending her way. “Thanks for everything, Cora. I’ll see you next week.”  

“See you, sweetie,” she called back. “Say hi to your dad and your sister for me.”  

“Will do!”  

(Y/N) felt stupid with how much she was smiling. Paul had remembered her apple allergy, he held doors open for her, he remembered her favorite pie. They were bare minimum standards, but she couldn’t help the joy that overtook her when he did them. Paul knew her in the most simplistic of senses, and she couldn't believe she had stopped herself from feeling that way.  

“You remembered my apple allergy,” she smiled, bumping his shoulder as they walked back to the van. “Thank you.”  

“I should be able to remember the fact that my girlfriend's throat could close if she eats apples,” Paul chuckled. “It's not a fact I should gloss over.”  

The girl stopped in her tracks at his words, realization sinking in. “What was that?”  

“What?”  

“What you just said.”  

“That I should know apples could possibly kill my girlfriend?” he chuckled again, unsure what he had said wrong. “What about it?”  

“You called me your girlfriend, Paul,” (Y/N) stated. “You've never called me your girlfriend before.”  

“Oh, uh, well, you know, I didn't... we haven't had the talk but... you know,” he stammered awkwardly, his skin growing red as he scrambled for the right words. “Is it okay that I call you my girlfriend?”  

(Y/N) smiled before standing on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Paul's lips. “It is more than okay,” she beamed. “I like the sound of it. Especially when it's said by my boyfriend.”  

“That does sound good, huh?” Paul circled his free arm around her shoulders before kissing the top of her head. “Now, let's get this food to your house before your dad thinks I've kidnapped you.”  

Like mere minutes before, Paul and (Y/N) were back in her van, the smell of diner food filling the cabin, and heading back to the house. Just the month before, the youngest Swan could never have thought she would be where she was. With Jacob, she couldn't see farther than a couple of weeks down the road—not that it mattered in the end. There were so many parts of her that had become overwhelmed with the darkness of their relationship, lost in the endless void that came with being close to Jake.  

None of that mattered now, though. Happiness had found itself back in her life, and it seemed to start infecting the rest of the Swans. Charlie and Bella cheered when the couple arrived with the food, making space on the table for the bags. The older Swan girl placed the food on plates as Paul and (Y/N) served drinks for the table. Peering into the windows of the house, no one would have guessed all the pain that had led to that moment.  

By the time they had reached the desserts, Bella had picked up her discarded Wuthering Heights book while Paul and (Y/N) whispered amongst themselves. It was a rather normal scene for a less-than-normal family.  

“So, um,” Charlie cleared his throat as he wiped his mouth, “I did have a reason for cooking dinner for you guys, as you may have guessed.”  

“Is that what that smell was?” Paul mumbled.  

Trying to stifle her laughter, (Y/N) placed a hand on his forearm and whispered, “Not right now, Paul.”  

“Anyway, it's regarding your grounding, Bella,” the man continued, focusing his gaze on his oldest daughter rather than the boy who’d seemed to invade his new family dinners. “I’m not very good at this whole grounding thing, and you are far too good a kid for being grounded. You haven't complained, you've come home at curfew, and that boy hasn't stepped foot in my house since he came back—which I much appreciate.”  

“You did say he couldn't come over,” Bella stated, a hint of a laugh hiding under her words. “But I don't want him over—not for now, at least.” 

“Well, good. I think it's about time you were up for some parole,” Charlie said, a tentative smile tugging at his lips. “I just hope you take this time to reconnect with your old friends and focus on something other than those Cullens.”  

Bella finally set down her book, saving her spot with a clean napkin. “I've been trying to do that, dad,” the girl admitted. “I know I haven’t been myself these last few months, and I broke your trust by leaving with Alice, but I do want you to know I’ve been trying to change.”  

“I know, Bells, and I've seen that,” he smiled. “That's why I think it's time you get some of your freedom back. As long as you're prudent with it.”  

“Right, no one wants a repeat of the past few months,” she laughed. “But I do appreciate you trusting me again, dad. I promise to do my hardest to make you proud, even if it takes forever.”  

“I'm already proud of you, Bells,” Charlie said. “I'm proud of both of you girls—no matter what. All I want is for you to be happy and fulfilled by whatever you want in life. Especially you, Bella. Now that you're about to enter a new stage in your life.”  

The man slipped an open envelope toward his oldest daughter while he tried his best to conceal the smile that threatened to stretch across his face. “You opened it,” Bella noted. “That's a felony, Sheriff.”  

“Couldn't help myself,” her father beamed as she pulled the papers out of the envelope. “Congratulations, kid.  This is just the first of many.” 

University of Alaska Southeast had been one of the only colleges Bella had personally applied to. Unlike some of the schools (Y/N) and Charlie had sent applications to using some of her old essays, she knew she could get in. And it did help that Juneau was overcast most days of the year, given she didn't know just how long she had before she had to face the inevitable. Regardless of what Edward had told her, there was no way to know when the Volturi would come to make sure their word had been made law.  

She received her sister's congratulatory hug and Paul's words, unsure how else to respond. The girl knew she should have been happier—it was her future after all. But she couldn't help the dread that filled her as she thought about giving it up. There wouldn't be any human experiences she would be able to live through—emphasis on the human. Once she was turned into an immortal monster, that's all she would know.  

“What about you, Paul?” Charlie asked, clearing his throat and breaking his oldest daughter out of deep thought. “What're your plans after school, kid?”  

“Uh, well,” the boy stammered, straightening his posture. (Y/N) stifled a laugh as she shared a knowing look with Bella. Their father loved interrogating anyone who stepped foot in his house, and it was Paul's turn to get a grilling. “I was, um, accepted at Western. I'm still undecided, but I'm thinking of getting a degree in Manufacturing Engineering. Still, I'll have to defer for a year.” 

“Why's that?”  

“Financial aid only covers so much, and I don't really want to get loans,” he explained. “The counselor at school said I could accept Western's offer and defer for a year while I worked with my dad to save up some money. That way, I'll have something to tide me over my freshman year.”  

Paul squeezed (Y/N)'s hand under the table and fought back a smile when squeezed back, mentally repeating the script he had practiced the night before with the youngest Swan. If there was one thing she knew, it was that her father was predictable.  

“Well, it seems you've got a good plan there,” Charlie said, sounding almost impressed. “That's good. So, engineering, huh?”  

The boy droned on about what he liked about the degree when Bella's phone chirped twice with a text message. Invested in their conversation, Charlie and Paul did not notice the frown that pulled the corners of the girl's mouth, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. (Y/N) noticed, though, and she pointed toward the living room. The two sisters left the conversation about college and hoped they were just out of hearing distance for privacy.  

“Is everything okay?” (Y/N) questioned. “Who texted?”  

Bella handed her younger sister her phone, allowing her a moment to read. “Edward sent a picture of today's newspaper,” she said. “Apparently, the deaths that have been happening in Seattle that have dad grouchy are newborn vampires running rampant.”  

“And Jacob wants to talk,” (Y/N) added, feeling a knot forming in her throat. “He's really persistent, huh?’  

“(Y/N), you need to tell me what happened between you two.”  

“God, it's not gonna change anything,” the girl groaned. “Why can't everyone just let it go?”  

“Fine, I'll drop it,” Bella said. “I'll just go over to La Push and get his version.”  

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A/N: teased y'all for long enough with that little prologue, but strap in. This book is gonna be one hell of a ride 🤭 If you used to be tagged in Speak and would like to be tagged in Requite, you will need to fill out the form below. Once Tumblr stops allowing the tag list, I will be closing it. If you’d like to be tagged: click hereMake sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

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[mydarling2016]

How to improve Chaggie

It's real simple don't make Vaggie's whole world revolve around Charlie. Let her do something that doesn't involve Charlie that makes her happy. Give her interests that aren't involved with Charlie. Maybe give her an interest or two that overlap with Charlie's interests. Maybe she started appreciating musical theater because of Charlie and they love to watch musicals {I bet the entire crew would love Ride The Cyclone and Angel would love Noel}

I can think of loads of interest Vaggie can have the aren't Charlie involved. She can totally have some similar interests to Charlie just not all of them have to revolve around her.

This is just suggestion and I am no professional I'm just a gal who writes way too much fanfiction.

[catboymoments]

Some really quick hotel purgatorium (hazbin rework) sketch wips I did before work… 1) I’m unfortunately very attracted to my Alastor and his “Cab Calloway but unhinged” vibes and 2) I think it’d be more fitting narratively if Charlie knew Aggie was an angel from the beginning :0

[haeoflii]

"Transported to a surreal world, having to go on an adventure while trying to find a way back home...This is just like that popular children's book that got adapted into a movie......! The Wizard of Oz!" *incorrect buzzer sound*

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A fun-loving toon who got swept away in a carriage from their wacky cartoon world and transported to a twisted anime world.

INFORMATION:

Grade: Freshman

Class: Class A

Birthday: July 7

Age: 19

Orientation: AroAce

Height: 178 cm/5'10 ft

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: ???

Species: humanoid toon

Club: Film research club

Best Subject: Art

Hobbies: Photography and scrapbooking

Pet Peeves: People throwing fruit skins away

Favourite Food: As long as it's food

Least Favorite Food: Dead rats, bugs, inanimate objects

Talent: Photography and pulling random things out of thin air

NICKNAMES FOR OTHERS (Usually used to annoy them):

Grim: Grimmy-poo/Grimmy

Ace: Acey-wacey

Deuce: Deucey-goosey

Jack: Jacky/Jackaroo

Epel: Epel-peel

Ortho: Toto/Astro boy

Sebek: Mr. braggadocious crocodile

Malleus: Hornton/Mally

Ruggie: Mr. bag-snatcher

NICKNAME FOR THEM:

Grim: Henchmen

Leona: Rook 2.0/herbivore

Floyd: Shrimpy

Rook: Trickster

Malleus: Child of man

Ruggie: Pickpocketer

Sebek: DOLTISH HUMAN!!! (full caps are a must)

BACKSTORY:

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TRAITS:

Optimistic, nifty, adaptable, resilient, carefree, good-natured, cheerful, dense, obtuse, naive

RELATIONSHIPS:

(credits to @/ai-kan1 for the template!)

I did not check the spelling for this so I'm sorry if this was cheeks 😬

THE BOYZ🥶💯🔥—THE FIRST YEARS:

ADEUCE + GRIM: Dumb, dumber, dumbest and dumd spelled with double d. The three of them would rather take a bullet to the head than admit that they care for each other a lot. Charlie would say they love them from the moon and back and still take the bullet to the head just for fun! (it's not like they could die anyways. They're a toon gosh darn it!!) No matter what the situation is, they'll always have each other's backs—even if they complain and whine along the way!

JACK: Charlie absolutely admires Jack's strong sense of justice! After book 2, Charlie felt bad that Jack watched his role model be an asshole so they tried to be a good role model for him but they're literally no better than Leona. Jack appreciates it though. Jack's wolf form reminds Charlie of a puppy he and his brother used to take care of while they were living on the streets.

EPEL: Epel is ecstatic to find someone who shared the same problem as him—being mistaken for a girl. Every time someone mistakes both of them as a "she", Epel is the first to correct them—saying that both of them are the "most manliest men you've ever seen!" Charlie dgaf abt it but whatever makes him happy. Epel is also a bit jealous that Charlie doesn't have a problem with being perceived as feminine.

SEBEK: Sebek looks down on Charlie because he thinks they're uneducated (which is true because they've never been to a school before) and that they should pursue their educational prowess seriously. Despite the rude and almost offensive remarks, Charlie admires him for his hardworking, honest nature and loyalty to his young master! Even though Sebek claims to dislike them, they're the first person he goes to if the Diasomnia gang is not there to ramble about Malleus. They even occasionally praised Malleus along with him!

THE UNEXPECTED FRIENDSHIP—VIL:

Being in the same club as him, Vil didn't expect for the both of them to get along so well.

At first, Vil thought that Charlie wasn't going to take this club seriously; thinking that Charlie will just play around the set and make a mess but was taken back by surprise to see that they has a bit of knowledge on cinematography as well as their skills with a camera. Charlie on the other hand, was used to being the one behind the camera and was the one who helped their ex-girlfriend become famous.

Charlie's weird and quirky antics as well as their love for beauty reminds him of Rook, while Vil's strict yet passionate personality reminds them of their ex-girlfriend who is a model/actor just like him.

THE BLUNT BANGS FREAKS—ROOK:

Speaking of Rook, Charlie became photography buddies with Rook after accidentally bumping into each other in a bush while trying to take pictures of the other students. With their forces combined, the students of NRC could never catch a break from their constant terrorizing pestering.

Charlie thinks Rook's flamboyant and dramatic antics are hilarious while Rook finds Charlie's toon body fascinating and would sometimes use them as a test subject for whatever he's got in store for them. Unfortunately, Charlie can only match 45% of Rook's freak so they find it super weird. (but who are they to judge him?)

RIVALS OR BUDDIES?—RUGGIE:

At first glance, Ruggie expected Charlie to be naive or overly friendly with the way they treat others and thought it would be funny to treat himself to a nice lunch with their money (that he was definitely just borrowing). Bumping into them and snatching their wallet, he looked inside only to find it empty with trash inside and moths flying out of it.

Sighing, he decided to buy something from the vending machine, only to find his wallet missing. From the corners of his eyes, he saw a very smug Charlie, with his wallet on one hand, and munching on a donut on the other.

And from that day on, both of them will try and outwit each other. Not only that, they bonded instantly due to their similar upbringing growing up. Occasionally, one of them will treat the other to lunch (with someone else's money of course)

TWO GOLDEN RETRIEVERS AND A BLACK CAT—THE SHROUD SIBLINGS:

Extroverted, loud and optimistic—everything in a person that is on Idia's avoid list. Idia finds Charlie intimidating and would rather jump off a cliff than interact with someone as lively as them.

While for Charlie, they're really fond of Idia since he reminds them of their younger brother a lot—especially his anxious nature and his trouble with making friends. Despite their personalities being different from night to day, if given the chance, they would definitely be friends.

Ortho is glad that someone other than him likes his older brother. Ortho tries to get his brother to befriend Charlie with him protesting, saying that Charlie is basically the "Anti-Idia". As for Charlie, they enjoy talking to Ortho and treats him as if he's their own younger brother. Charlie dotes on him often, almost to the point of the first years thinking it's plain favoritism. (Charlie feels incredibly homesick every time they see the siblings with each other)

THREE MAFIA BUSINESS MEN VS STREET SCAMMER—THE OCTOTRIO:

NO NO NO! BIG ON CHARLIE'S NO NO LIST. Charlie may have trouble with solving 76 + 19 but they recognise a scam when they see it. After all, they're a money-grubber too! Despite knowing that Azul is a sucker for capitalism, Charlie sees Azul as someone who worked to the top, disciplined, organized, and efficient in their work; Jade, a person who is passionate about his interests and land life; Floyd, someone who dances on the beat of his own drum. But if Charlie admires them, they wouldn't dare go near them even with a 10ft pole!

FLOYD: SHRIMPYYYY!!!! He finds Charlie super interesting! He wants to see how hard he can squeeze them until their eyes pop out of their head. If Charlie ever turned pocket sized, he'd try to chew them like a dog toy. In Charlie's words: "Floyd's like a runaway car with no driver; unpredictable and chaotic. It's fun to watch and guess what it's gonna hit from afar but the moment it starts to swerve towards you that's when you start running."

JADE: Jade thinks Charlie's an interesting critter. He enjoys messing with them because they make an amusing face when they're scared. When Azul pissed him off, he'll ask Charlie to cook something up for Azul and make Charlie watch him eat it. Azul feels pressured because Charlie's giving him puppy-dog eyes while Jade is giving him the most shit-eating smirk ever. Azul fainted after smelling it and was sent to the infirmary that day.

AZUL: Azul considers Charlie to be a good worker in the Montrol Lounge. Charlie's friendly and outgoing attitude brings in a lot of customers, they're efficient in their work, and they're able to carry 10 plates on each arms along with a plate on their head without ever dropping it. But they are completely BANNED from entering the kitchen. He even made a custom metal sign for it! Every now and then, Azul lets Charlie perform their "magic tricks" (normal toon physics) in the lounge.

VICTIMS OF CONSTANT ANNOYANCE—RIDDLE, JAMIL & LEONA:

RIDDLE: If Riddle had a "no lash out" streak, it'll go back to zero every time Charlie feels mischievous. Charlie wants him to lighten up a bit while Riddle wants them to take life a bit more seriously. On rare occasions, Charlie buys pastries from a cafe for Riddle as an apology. At one point, they bought a cake similar to this one.

JAMIL: Charlie sorta understands what it's like wanting to be free, to fly away from the bird cage where they force you to sing but everything that Charlie does reminds him of Kalim. So Charlie keeps quiet. But Charlie being Charlie, they can't keep quiet for too long. Sometimes, Jamil contemplates on whether or not he should knock their teeth in.

LEONA: A total pain in the ass. Leona fully believes that Charlie was dropped on the head as a kid. While Charlie thinks he's super cool like a cool older brother—especially during book 3. If you ever see Leona smirking in his sleep, just so you know it's probably about punching Charlie in the face. Nobody tells Charlie this otherwise it'll get to his head but Leona finds them a biiiit endearing, like this much🤏 Their cheerful attitude reminds him of a certain lion cub.

LATE NIGHT YAPPERS—MALLEUS:

In almost every twst universe, there's a friendship between the prefect of the Ramshackle dormitory and the Prince of Briar Valley and of course so does this universe. Both of them don't mind the other rambling a lot since they're both good listeners. He's never seen anyone smile so brightly at him before. How can someone act so comfortable with him? Don't you know he's the future King of as well as one of the most powerful mages in the world? And yet Charlie treats him as any other person. Not as the Prince of his kingdom but as an equal instead. Just another student. A friend.

Talking with Malleus feels rejuvenating for Charlie. A calm slow walk around the campus is just what they need after their usual fast-paced chaotic schedule. They also find Malleus' sense of humour funny. His pulse rushes, his head reeling and his face flushes every time he makes them laugh. (definitely not because of his smaallll tiny itty bitty crush....noo not that at all)

TRIVIA:

- Their name "Sue Pierre Calli Francis Lizzie Lexis Ally Dokken" is a reference to the word "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" from Mary Poppins.

- I picked the name Charlie because of the song "Charlie's inferno" and because they were originally a genderbend version of Charlie from back when Hazbin Hotel pilot just aired but I liked it so much that I made them into an oc. And as for jackyl, it just rhymes with ramshackle 🤷

- On their second week in NRC, they pickpocketed around 70 people.

- Idia reminds him of his younger brother.

- Charlie's gloves are a reference to those old rubber-hose cartoons.

- Charlie can stretch all the way up to the Stratosphere but he will feel the effects of ultraviolet radiation.

- Charlie's bag can hold up to 5000 items.

- Charlie used to date a hot celebrity and no one believes him (a lil nod to Roger Rabbit and Jessica Rabbit)

FULL BODY + SILLY GIF:

How Charlie looks at Azul expecting him to eat their radioactive, foul-smelling, non-digestible, toxic, evil-scented "food" that they made:

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Can you draw Charlene flying up to the Christmas tree putting a star on top?

Merry Christmas! 🎄 Hope u like her Christmas outfit!💖

[nyazwrld]

BENEATH THE SILENCE

Chapter 2, word count: 2.6k

Summery: Spending the long summer days at La Push y/n and Jacob talk about senior year coming up while reminiscing on what once was. Jacob breaks the silence with a question that wouldn’t leave things the same between them.

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Where the silence begins …

The summers at Forks always felt longer than they truly were, especially when you were surrounded by the right people. I spent most of my days at La Push or the treehouse my father had built for me and my sister. Or anywhere you’d find Jacob, he’d follow me like my own shadow.

Jacob skips a rock across the water for the third time in a row, grinning like hes won some world record. I’m right beside him, watching the sand fall in between the cracks of my fingers, letting the silence between us breathe.

“You’re absolutely horrible at skipping rocks,” I said without looking at him, just hearing his failed attempts was enough to make me smile and shake my head.

“You still suck at compliments,” he shoots back, throwing sand in my direction.

I roll my eyes, but the smile painted across my face betrays me, like muscle memory. Proof that he still gets to me. It’s always been like this. Jokes that skim the surface of something heavier, something we’ve never dared to name. Not out loud. Not even to ourselves.

“I still can’t believe we’re gonna be seniors,” I say with a sigh, tilting my head back.

He exhales a laugh through his nose. “I know. It’s crazy,” he had stood up and walked towards me throwing himself down on the towel I’ve been sitting on “It feels like just yesterday we were digging holes to trap each other in.” he said as he laid down next to me, resting his head on his folded hands behind him.

“You mean you were digging holes. I was building fairy gardens.” I said with a chuckle as I turned to look at him, he’s absolutely unbelievable.

“Yeah what ever” He gives me a look. “If that’s the case then how come I magically fell into every single one of them”

“Because you never looked where you were going,” I tease, proudly sticking up for six-year-old me like she was still out here living her best life. “Not that it mattered” a cheeky grin grew across my face “you would’ve fallen in either way.” I toss a rock toward the ocean, where it flops into the water with zero grace.

He pauses, gears clearly turning trying to out sass me but nothing comes out. “Yeah… guess I’ll give you that one,” he mutters, like it physically pains him to admit it.

His voice softens, like that memory’s sacred. I glance over. He’s not smiling as wide anymore.

“You know,” he says after a second. “Im glad we grew up together.”

“Yeah, me too.” I rest my head on my arms, hugging my knees to my chest. “We were absolute idiots.” I watching the waves with a reminiscent smile

“We were weird kids, huh?” he says.

“But we were happy,” I reply, a little too quickly.

Another silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. If anything it was comforting. Comfortable enough to sit in thought.

“You know.. I still think about the stories,” I admit like it’s childish, barely above a whisper, almost like saying it too loud could wake them.

“Do you ever think about them?” I ask. “The conspiracies and folk tales.”

“All the time,” he admits. “I mean we grew up hearing them…” he pauses with a grin. I can already tell whatever he’s going to say will be sarcastic. “Come on y/n, half of them are about my tribe. It’d be kinda wild if I didn’t believe in my own ancestors. Plus do you really think I’d pass up the chance to be the mysterious guy with a legendary past?” He said in a tone you only hear in ads when they’re trying to buy you the newest flashy thing out there.

“Mcht,” I suck my teeth with a smile as I roll my eyes shaking my head “whatever Jacob” i lean into him shoving his shoulder.

He rubs his shoulder like I truly hurt him. “Ouch y/n that really stung” he sarcastically said while leaning back on his elbows looking me up and down playfully offended before staring up at the cotton-streaked sky.

“Can I ask you something?” he murmured after a moment of silence.

I nod in compliance unsure of whats next. I readjust myself, facing him as I sit criss cross. He doesn’t move. He still lays there leaning on his elbows facing the ocean.

“Do you remember the day you broke your leg.” he asked softly almost as if he was trying to keep this conversation hidden from the world.

“Of course I do” I exhaled through my nose. “How could I forget something like that,” I say with a chuckle “it hurt like hell”

Jacob grinned rolled his eyes “But do you remember what happened?” he asked like I could read his mind.

I glanced at him sideways, trying my best not to glare at him. “You mean the part where you dared me to jump out the tree house and I snapped my leg in half trying to impress you?” I scoffed chuckling shaking my head as I remembered the sheer panic on his face after I fell. “I still remember the look on your face when you saw my leg. I’m surprised you managed to carry me from the tree house all the way to my dad’s” I looked down with a sly smile questioning how he did it.

He winces, laughing under his breath “In my defense I told you to jump off the ladder not the tree house itself” he said shaking his head. A grin tugging the corner of his mouth “I’ll take the compliment though”

“Gravity had other plans” I said under my breath throwing an handful of sand in front of me. “and that wasn’t a compliment either” I said dryly looking at him sideways.

He smiles, but it barley reaches his eyes. A wave of silence washed over us taking the rest of his smile with it. “Y/n, I’m being serious” he said with an unreadable chuckle. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

I felt his eyes on me. I keep mine on the shore.

A hush of wind slipped through the evening air, brushing strands of hair across my face like a gentle warning. I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes, so I let mine follow the birds instead, watching them land into the cold dark salty water.

“After you screamed I swear the whole forest went silent” he said using his hands to sit up now.

“I mean” I dragged my words “most of the time after a loud noise everything goes silent.” I said in a matter of fact tone while I drew in the sand next to me. The silence between us was too much to bear. “It’s called physics, not magic” I turned to look at him. He didn’t find that funny.

“And the wind,” he said softer than before completely disregarding what I said. He then rested his elbows on his knees, using his hands to hold his head like it was spinning “I swear if circled around us,” he turns to me with a straight face “like actually circled us”

I shook my head and laughed underneath my breath “You sound like such an idiot” I threw a handful of sand his way “we were kids Jacob” I softly say as I shake my head “kids under a lot of stress”

“I’m being serious, idiot” he said returning my insult as he dusted the sand off of his shirt “it came out of no where and left just as fast” he hesitates “I mean it couldn’t have been a coincidence y/n”

I sigh and shook my head like this conversation is beneath me “you thought you could see in the dark when you were younger,” I turn to him “hell you thought that you could breath underwater,” I softly grin “remember how that ended?” I mumbled under my breath grinning as I turned my gaze back to the sand I was drawing in.

He pushes me over with no hesitation “Whatever y/n” he let out a breathless laugh “I know what you’re doing and it isn’t working”

I pushed myself upright, brushing the cold sand from my arms like it could somehow clear the tension between us. Words tumbled to the edge of my tongue desperate, clumsy and defensive. “You’re only mad because you know I’m ri-“

“We both know it happened and I’m tired of pretending it didn’t” he cut me off.

Silence.

“I’m not saying you did it or anything,” he said softer than before “I’m just saying it’s weird that things like that only happen when I’m around you”

I don’t answer right away. My throat tightens in the way it does when the truth is too heavy to say out loud. I probably get that from my dad.

I sat there frozen, like the truth had finally caught up to me. Maybe it wasn’t just fairy tales or boredom painting the world in magic. Maybe it was always there, and I was the one who chose not to see it. I exhale a pathetic chuckle though my nose.

God I sound ridiculous

The sharp breeze picks up catching strands of my hair blowing them into my face. I just sat there letting them tangle there like my thoughts.

“Why are you bringing this up now” I quietly ask as I watched a cloud cover up the sun.

He shrugs “I don’t know” he looked to his side.

He knows.

“I mean..” after a pause he turned to the sea “we’re much older now and it seems like the older we get the more the weird stuff feels less..” he paused “weird, and more real” He leans back on his elbows eyes looking up to the sky, “I think there’s more to you than you want to believe”

I let out a long, tired dramatic sigh. “Jacob…”

He’s already looking at me like he expects me to say something life-altering, but I don’t have the energy for it anymore. This conversation is beyond stupid.

The silence hangs heavy, like it’s waiting for me to take it seriously.

I smile.

“Oh, yeah right?” I say with a dry laugh, throwing up my hands sarcasm dripping from every word. “Unicorns are real, vampires live in the woods, werewolves live in my backyard, oh and the tooth fairy is real” I nod my head preaching at him in a condescending tone.

“What?” He snaps, not angry but something close to it

I shake my head, smirking “Come on, J. We were just kids with too much imagination and a whole forest to get lost in.” I said as I stood up dusting the sand off my jeans. He has to be kidding me.

“You sound ridiculous, It was just a storm,” I said clearly over the conversation. I stretched my arms like it would rid of his idiotic statement. I leaned into my stance placing my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. “stop pretending it was more than what it truly was.”

I laugh but there’s no emotion tied to it. I can almost see when he goes from whatever that was to genuinely upset. He definitely didn’t find anything I said funny.

“You know,” he said as he stood up too “You can keep pretending it was just a storm” he said still watching me almost like he pitied me. “But I was there, and I know for a fact…” his voice dropped, soft but firm as he tilted his head down just enough to meet my gaze “….that it wasn’t a damn storm”

I stood there stunned, watching him watch me. Why is he so sure? What does he know that I don’t? Why did he take my jokes so personally? How come he didn’t even let a sly chuckle slip? My jokes cant be that bad.

I leaned my head back as my brows furrowed in his face dismissing the thought before it consumed me. I mean we were just joking right…? I grabbed the towel and started dusting the sand off of it as Embry and Quil call for him in the distance.

He looks me up and down one last time before jogging their way. I don’t know why he got so upset. All I know is I hate when we get into arguments that feel so much bigger than either of us are ready to admit. Especially over something like this. I hate to say it but he overreacted a little bit more than I anticipated.

I don’t know what he told them, but it was quick. And just like that, he was running back towards me again just as I loaded the last of our things into the back of his old red Chevrolet.

I raised my hand as I felt a soft drizzle of rain brush against my bare shoulder. Great. It’s raining now. I tried my best to let our argument slide off me like the raindrops did, how gracefully they slid off my shoulder with such ease. But my thoughts were too loud.

Then there’s Jacob catching his breath right beside me, hands on his knees grinning like nothing ever happened. He looks up at me. Eyes softer than the sunset and his smile as bright as the sun. I shake my head and softly smile, he’s so infuriating.

He paused like he’s about to say something else. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he turned and ran to the shore, grabbing a flat rock and tossing it into the water. It skips twice, then sinks.

“Still got it,” he smirks.

And just like that, this moment drifted away

but not completely.

Because the ocean remembers.

And so do we.

[deadbeat-motel]

ᐯᗩGGIE ᗩᑎᗪ ᑕᕼᗩᖇᒪIE ᖇEᗪEᔕIGᑎ

These two are simpler than the angel dust design I did since I didn't have a lot to go off of. Posted on Valentine's Day because yes I can.

I don't think Charlie is significantly different from her Pilot design because I genuinely think it was the best design from the cast (before the redesign).

Thoughts below, though TW for the creepy charlie image at the end:

My issues with their Original designs:

Vaggie:

The giant "X" over her eye is really distracting and even world-breaking because

1. Why had no one put 2 and 2 together that the only character in Hell who has a visible 'X' mark on her face might be related to the angels who also sport that X mark on their faces.

2. Why is it shaped like an X? Her eye was taken out via a single slash.

3. If the hair's purpose was to cover it, why would it show through it? What's the point of the hair then?

The hair that was supposed to cover that wounded eye looked so ugly and confused as to what it should be doing. I mean every shot that showed that thing in a sideview shot of Vaggie felt like the animators had to make their own guesses as to how that was supposed to look like. It was distracting for me personally and I hated it so much.

It's been said over and over again, but her clothes look like she works at McDonalds. I get needing to change her outfit so that she looks like she works at the hotel, but it's just been poorly designed.

Why change her clothes' colors from white to red? the white helped her stand out from Hell and the Hotel's majority red background. (In the finale, she at least has a non-red attire)

She's also one of the very few women in HH and she falls under the skinny stick side of it despite being an angel exterminator.

Her hair is kind of hard to visualize looking at in any way other than what it is when it's static. However, when it changed into a ponytail or a bob, it's actually really nice to look at.

Unsure of what that bow's purpose is for the design.

Charlie:

Charlie is a simple but very confused design. The pilot design was a lot more coherent than the current show design

It's disappointing to see the bouncy Pilot hair go and be replaced by that boring bubble braid of all things.

Her undershirt peaks out of her tuxedo.... why???? to separate the top jacket and the pants? You wouldn't need to do that if her pants were a different color like the pilot design.

Thought about it and was confused, as a demon with an angelic father, why didn't she have wings as well? She didn't need the 6 wings like Lucifer but maybe a pair of one would appear?

Out of all the characters for the show's redesign, Her's was by far the MOST infuriating to me. Her pilot design wasn't perfect but it was good, they had to downgrade her for some reason.

I didn't have much to say about Charlie. it basically sums up to "the Pilot design was better".

On to the thought process for these two:

Valerie the fallen:

Yes, she got a rename. Sue me.

I had to remove the moth aspect of her design because it doesn't seem like it makes sense for a heaven-born to follow the sinner's rule of "gaining features based on the life you lived" since she basically never lived right?

In this redesign (and eventual rewrite), Valerie is not ashamed of her exterminator background. In fact, she was known as the most recent "fallen" in hell. her short stature doesn't make her less of a threat to the demons.

She's also visually thick with muscle because why not let one of the show's women have a body type that isn't stick-thin?

She's using the wings that were torn off of her as both an interesting article of clothing and as a way to remind others and her that she is (or more accurately 'was') an angel who could kill them if she wanted to.

Her clothes are pure black underneath the pale feathers to show that while she is an "angel", deep down, she is far from a good person.

She's also getting an actual skin color because from what I gathered myself from the show's heaven. Most of the souls there still retain a human appearance (Adam, Lute, St. Peter, and the other random human angels up there still look human..... but just don't mind the fact that most of them are white.)

Her hair is that ponytail she had in the finale because as much as I didn't like that episode, some designs looked actually decent.

Also, her hair actually covers the eye scar properly.

I wanted to keep her ribbon as a splash of brightness on her design but the OG ribbon looks a little out of place on a warrior so It became that (Plus it pays homage to her OG moth influence with its shape looking like the fluffy antennas of the moth)

Gave the spearhead a little bit of detail on it plus a chipped side so that it has a bit of charm as an old weapon she still decides to keep around.

A note about Valerie's design is that I haven't tackled the armor of angels yet so I was unsure of what pieces of the undesigned armor to give Valerie as of now.

Charlie:

I honestly actually enjoyed her Pilot hair, so I tried to put it back and also simplify it a bit so there are not a lot of strands for me to keep track of. Plus it was a genuinely cute design for her. (There's a reason that version was used in the Verbalase video.) <- I'M JOKING

Replaced her button nose with a goat's because a friend has commented how it looked like the noses of the women in a Goofy Movie and I will never be able to unsee that.

Her hair is also a lot brighter compared to her washed-out blonde color.

She has the same design thought process as Valerie, Covering the darkness of her true nature with white fluffy fur which is stylized like feathers at its ends. She has pitch-black skin underneath and looks like a proper nightmarish demon like the image below.

I ditched the tuxedo look, since almost all the cast has a similar outfit already, and gave her a jumpersuit instead. (Idk what it's really called but that's what I think it is). It's a light grey because she's a mix of bad and good (though a bright grey because she prefers to be on the good side)

Her horns are there and visible because yeah it's cute but also helps her read as the half-angel/half-demon character she is.

Tiny goat tail because can you imagine every time Valerie holds the rare angel smile of approval, her tail is visibly wagging in glee and excitement???? My heart would die. I love these lesbians with my life.

Has wings from her father.

Anyways, those are my thoughts and redesigns... I wanted to add more details to them but I didn't really know what to add that didn't feel unnecessary.

Also bonus! Concept art of Charlie's true form:

[jollmaster]

Asileverse!AU: Charlie, princess of Sheol, savior of sinners, with her goat sons

decided to draw her in the style of iconography merged with stained glass, and also mixed Egyptian and Christian motifs 🐐

symbols

Hathor's horns and sun between them

ichtys (early Christianity)

motherhood theme, both literal and not

shepherd motive combined with Isis and Horus' image

[hellaverse-reimagined]

Stairways AU Alastor: Meet

Adonis Crowley

DOD: died at 47 in the late 1930s-early 1940s

Ethnicity: Black Louisiana Creole

Demon Type: shifter - wolf-type (based on the Rougaraou)

Agenda: Gather 666 Soul Contracts or find a way out of his deal with The Gambler. 

Backstory: Envied by his elders in the entertainment industry for his youth and effortless charm at the start of his career, he was fired from his first radio job. While storming off to process and cool off, he had the misfortune to run into a Crossroads Demon called The Gambler. The Gambler offered him endless fortune in exchange for his soul. Adonis, at the time, didn't believe in the supernatural, and thought it better to humor this possibly dangerous stranger than refuse. It's still unknown what would have happened if he had, but that was the moment Adonis was set on the road to Hell.

His Deal: The Gambler granted Adonis power over fortune - luck. In life, he could will lucky events into being, but in turn, he had to mark others for Bad Luck equal to his act of Good Luck. If he didn’t, the bad luck would come back to bite him later. If he willed a lucky money encounter, someone he marked would be short some change. If he willed a lucky chain of events to meet a goal (say, secure his own Radio Show), someone he marked would have an unlucky chain of events that rendered them bankrupt or destitute. And if he saved his/someone's life... Those marked would end up dead. As Adonis' luck wore thin and he spent more energy willing himself to safely make it out of tricky encounters, more people he marked would die. One day, he used his Luck to save someone, and forgot to mark someone else for misfortune. This was his undoing. 

Cause of Death: Redirecting his good luck onto another person without marking a target for bad luck resulted in Adonis having the Worst luck in his life - an out of control, speeding vehicle came out of nowhere and crashed into him, breaking several bones, ribs included, resulting in enough internal bleeding to kill him before he could get proper medical care.

Powers in Hell: Adonis lost the power of good fortune at death, but he can still mark others for Bad Luck, which can make battling him without incident very difficult. 

Conjuration: Adonis can fabricate/manifest matter into thin air.

Teleportation: if Adonis passes behind a larger object that obscures his view even partially (ex: a street light) he can appear somewhere else within 120 feet. 

Transformation: Adonis is a shifter who can transform into a giant, bipedal Black Wolf with extreme strength, sight, and speed. He can assume the form of any stage of the transformation, except full Human. The closest to human he can get still gives him pointy black ears, a fluffy tail, and a small black nose, which gets him mistaken for a Black Cat. He leans into this, as he personally prefers cats to dogs, and it makes people underestimate his power. (He doesn’t like using his full wolf form unless absolutely necessary, however. Brute force is so unbecoming of him.)

Deal Maker: Adonis can make deals with sinners in exchange for their souls. However, he only has these souls on loan, as once he gathers 666 souls total, they will all be sent to The Gambler in exchange for Adonis's own soul. 

Boons: Adonis can give Boons to those he deals with, if they can convince him to include them in the terms of his deal. Adonis usually will only offer a one-time favor, but as a master of Shadow, he can offer boons such as minor supernatural powers, such as strength, speed, heightened senses, and other dark magicks by trading sinners supernatural, shadowy trinkets in exchange for their souls (which he can conjure out of shadow whenever he wants). The catch is that as soon as these items leave the user’s possession, they will disappear. This ensures that no one else gets a hold of Adonis’s power. 

Darkness Manipulation: Adonis can turn out lights at will, or shroud an area in magical darkness where only he and those Cursed by The Gambler can see inside. He can also shape darkness into weapons and minions to do his bidding. The minions look like 3-D shadows, shaped like other demons. He can manifest many little shadow demons to a handful of bigger shadow demons to one huge shadow demon. He believes these are the Shadows of Demons under the Gambler's employ. Adonis controls these Shadow Demons with a psychic link, but if he is knocked out, the link tethering the shadows is broken, and they will dissipate.

Shadow Demon Abilities: (depending on Shadow Demon Type) flight, shadow claws, supreme strength, agility, immunity to physical damage, shadow claws, energy beams, swimming, swarm/pack tactics, Necrotic damage from attacks, Quick Retreat/dodge, stretch, form change/manipulation, duplication, fusion, etc

Likes: his mother, Niffty, Mimzy, and Rosie (he is a ladies' man) black coffee, good luck charms, bringing "deserving" sinners misfortune,  tricking people into Deals, fine tailored suits, Classic Radio + his Radio Show, correctly guessing the culprit in mysteries, hiding information/keeping secrets, hot gossip, manipulating others, dancing, singing, being mysterious, being feared, spicy food, cats.

Dislikes:  Dogs, having bad luck, sweets, Husker, Rita, Susan, the Vees (and most other Overlords), tactless/classless people, Brutes + using brute force, getting his hands dirty, filth, bad smelly smells, sexual advances, television + modern technology, bland food, getting wet, feeling weak/powerless, crass humor, children.

Bonus Adonis dodging one of my Charlie's hugs (I'm still working on her design ///)

Thank you for reading!