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tuttle-4077 · 26 days ago

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A Detour

What should I be doing? Well, I should be updating my story. What am I actually doing? Taking another detour into my headcanon biographies. Our next contestant is....

Hogan

Born August 2nd, 1908 in Bridgeport, Connecticut. His father was in the US Army so he moved around a lot as a kid. His mother, a German immigrant, taught him German as his first language. His little brother, William, was born in 1910. Hogan tried to be a good big brother, and he and William often schemed together to cause all sorts of (harmless) mischief. His parents always encouraged Hogan to explore his creativity, even when it might have been a little reckless. His father tried to impart some wisdom on his son: “It’s fine to take risks, son, but you’ve gotta be smart about it. Luck only takes you so far.”

However, it seemed Hogan was born with four rabbit’s feet because he was indeed lucky. Things that should have gotten him killed all seemed to work out for him. And it became quite obvious very early on that he was oozing charisma. He could charm a dog out of its bone, and often used the gift of gab to get his way with things. While a decent student, he wasn’t all too interested in school. As a result, his grades were middling, but his silver tongue often allowed him to talk his teachers into giving him better grades. He did, however, excel in history which he found fascinating.

As a child, Hogan had two dogs– a German Shepherd named Sarge, and a beagle named Snoopy. Whenever he and William found themselves in a new town and a new school, they knew they always had each other and their dogs as built-in friends. However, neither boy struggled with making friendships. Even from an early age, Hogan was immensely popular and other children were drawn to him. He would often make up elaborate games for everyone to play during recess. No one was left out. He always found something for everyone to do.

When Hogan was 7, his father took him to an airshow. He fell in love with airplanes. He was bananas over them. He decided right then and there that he was going to be a pilot when he grew up.

Occasionally, the Hogans would travel to Germany to visit his mother’s family. Hogan was adored by his grandmother and he made friends with all his cousins. But he would often be teased by their friends for his obvious American accent.

When war broke out in Europe, his father often went overseas as an ‘observer’ and was gone for months at a time, leaving Hogan as the man of the house. When America finally entered the war, his father left for the duration. As ‘man of the house’ Hogan let the power go to his head and began ordering his brother around. This led to a few tussles between the two. Finally his mother sat him down and taught him there was more to being a leader than just issuing orders. A good leader knew it was their own actions that earned them respect and his brother would be more willing to listen to him if he modeled the behaviour he wanted to see.

When WWI ended, Hogan’s father returned home and life went back to normal. The Spanish Flu hit the household hard, but they all managed to pull through. However, a few years later, William came down with scarlet fever. Hogan was sent away to live with his cousins to prevent him from getting sick. This time, William wasn’t so lucky and died just shy of his 13th birthday. Hogan and his parents were, of course, devastated. And Hogan seemed to think that if he had just been there, William would still be alive.

Life went on. Hogan’s family still traveled to Germany on occasion (partly to provide cover for his father to do reconnaissance on their post-war environment). Hogan remembered being teased for his American accent and worked hard to modify it by studying and mimicking the locals. Eventually, his accent improved to the point that no one could tell he wasn’t born and raised in Cologne.

Hogan was immensely popular in high school. Though he enjoyed baseball, he was never really much of a jock. He did, however, take up the drums in band class and discovered he had a great sense of rhythm. He almost thought he might want to pursue that instead of flying, but figured he could do both. He was the type of guy in high school that everyone liked and respected, who went out of his way to make ‘the little guy’ feel valued. He was also very popular with the girls and never let himself get nailed down to just one (how he got away with playing the field so vigorously without leaving many broken and bitter hearts in his wake could be attributed to his charisma and good looks).

Hogan figured the best way to become a pilot was to join the army, so he was part of the JROTC in school. His father strongly encouraged him to work on his grades so he could get into West Point. Through hard work and a bit of finagling, he managed to maintain high grades. And, with the endorsement of his congressional representative (and perhaps some finagling on his father’s part for the admission’s officer to overlook Hogan’s less than stellar, though not terrible, math marks), he did end up getting admitted into West Point, where he studied history and philosophy. He graduated in 1930 with a commission as a second lieutenant.

During his own career, Hogan’s father had moved up through the ranks in Intelligence. Aside from his minor intervention to get Hogan accepted into West Point, he maintained a hands-off approach to Hogan’s endeavours. He didn’t want there to be any perceived favouritism. On his own merits, Hogan began to make a name for himself in the Army Air Corps. He was a skilled pilot and the men easily fell in line behind him. It was not long before he was promoted to First Lieutenant and then Captain.

In 1937, Hogan was one of the first to fly the new B-17. He fell in love and soon became an expert in every aspect of the bomber.

When war broke out in Europe in 1939, Hogan knew it was only a matter of time until America entered the war. The next year, was sent to England to observe the RAF’s operation. Though he was only meant to observe, Hogan often joined bomber crews in the air and even piloted a Wellington bomber on several missions. The British bombing campaign lacked the necessary technology to be effective, and Hogan disliked the idea of their bombing runs being little more than ‘terror raids’. He would lobby his British counterparts to consider returning to daylight bombing to increase their effectiveness and limit civilian casualties. On the occasions he would return to the States, he pressed for the Air Corps to share its technology (such as the Norden bombsight) with the British. But, being officially neutral in the conflict, his requests were denied. However, his superiors did know that Hogan was actively participating in bombing runs and turned a blind eye to it.

When America entered the war, Hogan was brought back to the states and promoted to Major. He used his experience to train bomber crews. He was put in charge of the 504th Bomb Group and sent back to England. He was part of America’s first B-17 bombing run on August 17, 1942. The mission was a success but he realized the immense danger attached to daylight bombing. He began to work on strategies to avoid major casualties, including staggered box formations. He flew as many missions as he could, not wanting to leave his men without their leader. He was quickly promoted, practically skipping past Lieutenant Colonel, to full bird colonel (such quick promotions are not unheard of in war. General James Gavin– who was a Major General at only 37– was also given a quick succession of promotions. Not as quick as Hogan does here, but I’m working with a limited timeline to sort of fit canon. Also note that, after the war, General Gavin was demoted to Major and it took another 8 years to work his way back up through the ranks to Major General again).

At some point, he was approached by Major Campbell of Intelligence to meet with General O’Malley in London. He was pitched the idea of “Operation Unsung Heroes”. But while the idea was intriguing, Hogan’s love was flying, so he politely declined.

Between missions, Hogan would travel to other Bomb Groups to lecture on staggered box formations and other strategies. Back at the 504th, he enjoyed immense success with their bombing campaigns and, with more planning and better strategies, started to bring casualties down while increasing their effectiveness. However, that all came to an end on December 5th, 1942 when his squadron was ambushed by an incredible showing from the Luftwaffe. Hogan was shot down. Upon landing, he badly twisted his ankle and was captured.

However, Hogan didn’t intend to sit out the war as a prisoner. Hogan was able to escape twice before he even made it to the Dulag. However, his ankle slowed him down and he was caught every time (although on his second attempt, he had made it all the way from Glashütten to Sossenheim before being caught). Up to that point, he had been in Luftwaffe custody, but after his third escape (this time from the Dulag hospital) he was turned over to the Gestapo.

The Gestapo tortured and interrogated him for weeks, but Hogan never cracked. Finally, while sitting in his darkened cell, he was visited by a man who introduced himself as Nimrod. He brought up “Operation Unsung Heroes”. Hogan didn’t trust him, but Nimrod used a code to prove he was on Hogan’s side. Nimrod explained that their choice to head the operation had been killed before arriving and he asked Hogan if he would take the job. Hogan weighed his options and decided he had a better chance of fighting back against the Germans with this opportunity than if he tried to escape and return to England on his own.

Hogan was soon transferred back into Luftwaffe custody and, after a stint in the hospital, was transferred to Stalag 13. He was met with suspicion since he was an officer in an enlisted camp. Kommandant Klink also protested his arrival, but was told that having an officer there might help keep his unruly prisoners in line.

It took a while for Hogan to feel out the men at Stalag 13 and form his main group of operatives. Some were already stationed in his barracks but those who weren’t were quickly transferred in. He told these men about the operation and, of course, they were extremely skeptical. At that point Kinch was the de facto leader (having orchestrated the removal of the previous Kommandant, Colonel Ruger), and he convinced the others to give Hogan a chance. Hogan ordered the men to dig down forty feet under the barracks. It seemed ludicrous, but they grudgingly followed orders and found that at the 40 foot mark, lay a network of old mine tunnels. Inside were several dusty old boxes containing the supplies needed to start up their operation.

Thus, Operation Unsung Heroes began, with Colonel Hogan taking on the codename Papa Bear. It started out small and it took several weeks for the prisoners to make reliable contacts in town (namely Max the grocer and Oskar Schnitzer, the veterinarian). Finding contacts and planning escape routes was dangerous work, but the heroes managed to make it work. While Nimrod had laid the foundation with the camp location and the supplies, the heroes built everything else up themselves. Eventually, they were ready for travellers, and Hogan, dressed as a Luftwaffe captain, visited other Stalags under the pretense of inspecting them, to spread the word to prisoners that Hogan knew could be trusted (many were his own men from the 504th). If they could escape and make it to Stalag 13, Papa Bear would get them home.

After helping several escapees return to England, London pressed Papa Bear to do more. They wanted them to gather and relay intelligence and engage in sabotage. They sent a demolition expert to the camp, but he turned out to be a German agent. The heroes swiftly eliminated him. By chance, one of the men who had passed through while escaping turned out to be an amateur chemist. Carter was recruited and the team was complete. Papa Bear’s organization expanded and soon the name Papa Bear became infamous in the Hammelburg/Dusseldorf area, capturing the interest of the Gestapo and especially Major Hochstetter.

Near the end of the war, Hogan came down with a bad case of the flu which progressed into pneumonia. He did his best to maintain the operation but, at that point, London’s involvement was limited as their attention was focussed on supporting the troops moving Eastward. Eventually, he had to admit he was in no position to lead the organization, no matter how limited their capacity for sabotage was at the moment (he wouldn’t go so far as to admit that Wilson had finally scared him into temporarily relinquishing his command). During the so-called Battle of Stalag 13, Hogan managed to pull himself from his sickbed to help defend the camp, but the efforts exhausted him and his pneumonia took a turn for the worse. Still, when the American tanks rolled into camp, he was able to greet the liberators and worked to coordinate their return to London.

While in London, he learned that the war, while officially over, was still a danger. He had made many enemies as Papa Bear and one, in particular, was in a position to enact a bit of revenge. At first he suspected Hochstetter. There had been rumours that the Gestapo agent had fled, but no one knew where he was. Whoever was after him attempted to kill Schultz and Klink, Carter and Newkirk. He did succeed in killing Langenscheidt and Private Lopez (a man from Hogan’s Barracks). The assassin also planted a bomb in General O’Malley’s office, killing the general and several other officers– including Major Campbell. Hogan was injured, but survived and was more determined than ever to stop the madman’s revenge. Eventually, working with his men, he tracked down the killer and ensured justice was served.

With O’Malley dead and several files on Operation Unsung Heroes lost in the explosion, it took until Christmas before Intelligence was satisfied with the heroes’ briefing and finally agreed to send them home. Hogan was demoted back to Major and intended to leave the espionage world behind and focus on flying. He even thought that, before long, he would retire from the army and perhaps start his own flight school.

Hogan returned to the States to spend time with his family. However, before returning home himself, his father suffered a heart attack and died in England. The news devastated Hogan and his mother. Shortly after, Hogan was approached by the army to transfer into intelligence. His work as Papa Bear had given him valuable contacts within Germany and he could use those to track down Nazi officers who had escaped justice. However, Intelligence was aware that the Russians threatened the stability of post-war Europe and perhaps even the world. They hoped Hogan would establish himself in the Russian zones in order to cultivate contacts and an identity for if and when Russia seized total control of the area. Hogan agreed, partly to somehow fill a hole his father had left, but also because he had already fought so hard to end the war in Europe that he wanted to do what he could to make sure it remained peaceful.

By chance, while he was in Europe, Hogan met up with Maurice DuBois who informed him that Tiger had had a child sometime before the invasion of Normandy (in reality, it was after the invasion, but before Paris could be liberated). DuBois didn’t know where the child was, but did know where Tiger had left him. Hogan, not knowing if the child was his or not, decided to do a cursory search. The church where the child had been left was destroyed, but he was able to make contact with other former underground agents who gave him a name and a date. However, Hogan was apprehensive about doing a thorough search. Again, he didn’t know if the child was his, and either way, he had a lot of work to do. And, if he was going to search for anyone, he was going to start with Sergeant Olsen.

Hogan met up with Marya and while her allegiances were still murky, it became obvious to him that she was no fan of Stalin or his regime. The best he could figure, Marya was loyal to Russia and its people, not necessarily the levers of power within the Motherland. She spent many nights teaching him, among other things, how to speak Russian so he could more easily operate behind the Iron Curtain.

Hogan established himself within Germany and beyond, gathering all sorts of intelligence and occasionally pulling off an act or two of sabotage. At times he partnered with an MI6 agent, one Peter Newkirk, to accomplish his goals.

Hogan’s contact with Marya was sporadic, but it was she who finally found a lead on Olsen’s whereabouts. Three years after the war had ended, they tracked him to a POW camp in Siberia. They rescued him and returned him home to the States.

After finding Olsen, Hogan took some time to also track down Tiger’s child. His search was frustrating and had to be conducted between his assigned Intelligence operations, but finally he found the child and it was apparent that the boy was his own son. While he didn’t know how a child would fit into his life, he brought his son, Bernard, to the States and took some time away from his espionage to settle into a semi-normal life. But that didn’t last long. The CIA came a-knocking and Hogan was back in the field. He managed to balance both responsibilities quite well until he felt Bernard was old enough to do without him for longer periods of time, which he then spent in Europe. While living his 'normal' life, Hogan had several female companions, but he never committed to any of them. He preferred to stay a bachelor, either because a wife would complicate his life even more, or because he realized that his heart would always belong to Tiger.

In 1955, Hogan received word that Carter had been kidnapped by Major Hochstetter. He was unable to make it in time to rescue Carter himself, arriving shortly after Carter was freed by Kinch. The aftermath of the event and Hochstetter’s escape infuriated Hogan. He and Newkirk once again teamed up, hunting the former Gestapo Major down until they found him in Argentina. This time, Hogan ensured Hochstetter would never bother anyone else ever again. After that, the heroes did their best to reestablish their connection to each other (which had faded somewhat in the years following the war) and even met up a few times in various places.

As Bernard grew older, Hogan’s relationship with him became rocky. Hogan, under the guise of being a travelling salesman, was always away and Bernard grew resentful. And, though he had always been a leader of men, dealing with his rebellious teenage son was far outside Hogan’s wheelhouse. However, after Bernard learned his father’s secret (unbeknownst to Hogan) their relationship thawed a little.

By the mid-sixties, it became harder and harder for Hogan to pull off his espionage antics and he seriously considered retiring from not only field work, but the army in general. However, he never got the chance. During his last mission in 1966, something went wrong and Hogan was shot and killed while trying to rescue prisoners of war who had been taken from Vietnam to Russia.

News of Hogan’s death didn’t reach his friends and family until the following year, and even then it was never confirmed. Newkirk devoted quite a bit of time trying to track down the truth and possibly return his body to the States, but none of his leads panned out. The heroes held a memorial for their leader which drew in nearly everyone from Stalag 13 who was still alive to attend, prisoners and guards alike, including Klink.

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radarsteddybear · 3 months ago

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Post-War Hogan's Heroes Headcanons

(Previously touched on at the bottom of this post here)

Colonel Hogan - Colonel Hogan sticks around in Europe during/after the end of the war to help tie up loose ends and process the information gathered by his and other Allied intelligence cells. Once the dust settles, he's promoted to Brigadier General and is assigned to a top position in the USAAF's Intelligence division, where he (among other things) plays a big part in the establishment of the United States Air Force as a military branch separate from the United States Army. As the Cold War gets underway, Hogan's role becomes increasingly important, and he insists on as much hands-on involvement in the field as possible. His men know that he would never ask them to do anything he wouldn't do himself, and he never loses sight of the realities of the job and just how difficult it can be, both of which inspire a great deal of loyalty and respect in those under his command. Maybe at some point in there, Hogan becomes a test pilot.

Meanwhile, Hogan dates around and eventually settles down with someone. Maybe it's Tiger. Or maybe he dates around for a while and never quite finds the "right" girl until he reunites with Tiger years later and finds that they're able to connect in a way that he hasn't been able to with anyone else because of their similar experiences during the war. I'm actually fairly neutral on the idea of Hogan and Tiger ending up together after the war - I think war time is emotionally fraught and the things that happen during war don't always work out in peace time. Still, Hogan is definitely the type to have at least two kids, maybe more, and he delights in doing all the dad-things with them.

Kinch - Kinch returns to Detroit, reunites with Carol Dukes ("Is General Hammerschlag Burning?"), gets a job in some sort of radio repair/maintenance and later branches out to other electronics. I don't really have strong feelings as to whether he marries Carol Dukes specifically, but he does marry someone and have children, who he adores. After a few years, he gets tired of the constant racism he has to deal with in America, decides he wants better for his family, and moves to Europe (probably France), where he continues to work in electronics and/or communications.

Carter - Carter returns to Muncie, Indiana, where he gets a job at a local drugstore while he studies for the exam to get his certificate to be a pharmacist. Either he remains single his entire life and becomes the Honorary Fun Uncle to all the neighborhood kids, or he finds himself a girl to marry and has a couple of kids because that's what you're supposed to do, isn't it? He doesn't mind being married, though--he finds himself a really nice girl who doesn't even mind that much when he blows up the shed in the backyard--and he loves being a father (though his wife will often joke that he's as much of a kid as the rest of their children are). He takes up the hobby of making and setting off homemade firecrackers for the Fourth of July, which quickly becomes an Event for the neighborhood children. Carter's really careful to make sure that he's the only one ever setting them off and that all the kids are standing a safe distance away when he does. He also teaches them a lot about fire/chemical/explosive safety.

LeBeau - LeBeau decides that the best way he can help rebuild Paris is to help feed Paris, so he gets a job as a chef at a small restaurant. He excels to the point where he's able to open up his own restaurant, which soon becomes popular enough that he's able to reopen in a bigger, nicer space in a better part of town, until that restaurant becomes popular enough that he's able to move again, and again, and again, until he's got a well-known, popular, good-sized restaurant in a lucrative part of the city and is doing quite well for himself. Once he first settles in after the end of the war, he tries to hunt up Marya so that they can rekindle their relationship. It takes a great deal of doing, and he pulls in quite a few favors, but the best he can ever do is determine that she was in this or that part of Europe on this date some number of weeks ago. One day, however, she shows up in his restaurant, specifically to see him. He tries to get her to stay or at least give him an address that he can send love letters to, but she demurs. Over the next few years, she continues to show up at LeBeau's restaurant at intervals when LeBeau least expects it. Their relationship never goes anywhere, but they both enjoy the brief time they are able to spend together. Eventually, LeBeau settles down and gets married to a lovely French girl. Marya's visits may or may not continue.

Newkirk - Newkirk returns to London and hunts up his sister and then hunts up some work, in that order. He'd like to get back into entertainment, but he and Mavis have neither the stability nor the finances for Newkirk to pursue that right away, so Newkirk gets a job doing something to help rebuild London, probably in construction. Later on, he does return to the entertainment business and finds modest success working as the Master of Ceremonies for a fairly popular stage variety show. Later still, he breaks into radio as a DJ and later a voice actor on radio shows and maybe even makes some (local) television appearances once that becomes popular. He's known for being a womanizer, but maybe he eventually settles down and gets married (and has kids, whom he loves, even though he's often away from home because of his career).

#original post #Hogan's Heroes #post war headcanons #HH headcanon #my headcanon #Colonel Hogan #Kinch #LeBeau #Carter #Newkirk #my stuff #Teddy Bear writes #sorta

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indigomarina · 5 months ago

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Guys, I spent too much time in my head and now I have a head canon that Baxter is a leg man, and likes secretly ogling my OC's pale long legs.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin baxter #baxter hazbin hotel #when hell freezes over #eira kaltmann #baxter x eira #baxter x oc #hazbin hotel oc #weiss schnee #glacia frostwraith #frozenfish #hh headcanon #hazbin hotel eira #oc x canon #headcanon #nsfw?#nsfw? maybe?

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societalenemynumberone · 10 months ago

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*Before the creation of Hell*

Sera: So what did you get Deadpool!Reader for their birthday?

Elder Angel: I got them a kitten

Young Emily: Really? Me too!

Michael: I also got them a cat.

Sera: Looks like we all had the same idea

God: *sigh* [Looks at Lucifer] Please tell me you got them something other than a cat.

Lucifer: I got them a kitten...

[Cut to Reader staring blankly as they are surrounded by cats]

Reader: *Inhales* THIS IS BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!

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prof-ramses · 11 months ago

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So, it took me a bit, but I can finally share some more Levi thoughts, including responses to some of your answers.

But first,

This actually reminded me of something, so, as I've made clear, I think that there being 2 main species native to Sloth is due to it having 2 Sine level rulers, but what about the other ring with 2 native species, Greed?

The harlequins are clearly tied to Mammon, they look skeletal because they all have exoskeletons, they're basically non-bug shaped creepy crawlies.

And then we have the loan sharks. Yeah, I'm saying there was a second sea serpent in the Sins old troupe and that they were in a relationship with Mammon before eventually dying. This might happened early on if they created the sharks during the fall conflict, or maybe they were exterminated, which sparked Luci getting hellborns legally protected from exorcists.

I have some more ideas on this topic, as well as multiple directions to take it, but they can wait.

Right, now for specific answers,

You kind of missed the point, though I admit I made said point poorly.

My actual concept was Levi sticking to written reviews, because he's generally someone who thinks out loud and doesn't like running the risk of accidently getting it out that he looks for reasons to be as harsh a possible.

HOWEVER, there is some truth to your idea, mainly, that Levi has 2 ways of carrying himself. He's usually somewhat chatty and, again, thinks out loud. But when someone's pitching a work to him, that's when totally shifts. He would casually welcome you to his office one second before sitting down, changing the tone of his voice and going:

"So, you have something you want published, right?" *leans forward on his desk and sets a timer on his phone* " Sell me on it. Now."

You go that right, Levi has a lot of incentive to breed competition between authors. It proliferates envy, encourages faster writing and gives him rivalries to cover in the slew of gossip rags he runs.

Also, for you Golden Goose idea, I love it and it also gave me the adorable visual of Stella giving Mam a little pep talk before a meeting.

Popping in to share some Levi brainrot I've been mulling over for a bit.

I noticed your idea of Levi making the Vees resentful, but I personally think the opposite is somewhat more likely, allow me to explain. Sure, Levi still has most of the market, but so do the other Sins, and they (or at least most of them) don't really have a concrete rival for their business, again, mostly *cough* Ozzie is shit at his job *cough*. Sorry...I've got a soar throat. Anyway, The fact the Vees are able to be an opposing monolith at all is enough to seriously get under Levi's slimy scales.

Speaking of his appearance, I have a rather ironic observation regarding Levi, given his nature, he's the most likely to be resentful of the other Sins' successes, he would also sometimes scheme against them. This made me think of the Divine Comedy and the treachery circle being a frozen lake. So I thought, what if Envy's ocean is distinguished by having a lot of ice in it?

Though everyone's heard his voice somewhere, Levi is generally more comfortable expressing himself through written means, this is partly due to it being easier to lie through writing, and partly because when people read a witty insult, it's easy for them to makeup the proper delivery for it in their heads.

Also relating to his work, Levi is a publishing titan and has an easy pattern for approval. 1- When someone submits a work, look for places you could insert discussion bait. 2- Tell them to add it in or you're not publishing their thing. 3- If they agree, go all out on promotion for like 3 weeks before release, if they don't follow their activities in the industry and crush them with a scathing review if they publish elsewhre.

Levi has 1-3 lairs of teeth, depending on what for he's in.

And that's it for Levi time, at least for now.

Really sorry for the late response, I’ve been pretty busy today and then I lost the original draft to my reply. I really enjoyed these ideas, so I’m going to address each point:

You raise a good point about Levi being the jealous one. Honestly, that opens the door for a really fun dynamic. While the other Sins don’t think the Vees, or any Overlord for that matter, are anything to worry about, and you’ve got Leviathan whose just seething in his custom built underwater mansion and ruminate over how a trio of dead people have managed to build up their own mini empire over a period of decades when it took him, a proper demon, centuries to get his publication business the way he likes it. Not to mention how they’ve got a hold over a good chunk of the Pride ring, while his influence is rooted in Envy (The fact that he has a pretty strong presence in the other five rings isn’t good enough). The other Sins have probably gotten on Levi’s case for obsessing over (what they see as) relatively minor stuff like this in the past, so he’s begrudgingly decided to settle on just trying to slander the Vees and their brand.

The Vees for their part see the fact that they caught the ire of a Sin as a mixed bag. On the one hand, one of Hell’s biggest names sees them as a big enough deal to try and slander them. On the other, they recognize they are in a precarious position given the possibility of Levi actually taking a more active approach to dealing with them. Of course, this doesn’t stop them from taking time to subtly aggravate him. Then of course, there is the possibility of the Vees actually being mutually jealous of Levi, if only for the fact they covet the power and status being one of the 7 Deadly Sins grants.

The idea that Envy is a massive ocean populated by frozen islands is really interesting, especially given how much it differs from all of the other locales shown in both shows, barring Andrealphus’ mansion.

Levi is definitely that relative that makes passive aggressive comments or backhanded compliments when you succeed and tells everyone when you’ve failed, and given his field of work, I do mean everyone.

You cannot convince me that Levi is not petty and selfish enough that he started complaining the second Lucifer and Lilith announced they were having a child, strictly on the grounds that it would take the public’s attention away from him.

Leviathan preferring nonverbal means of communicating is a neat idea, especially given how nicely it ties with him potentially being the “creepy one”. I mean, being in the presence of a massive sea serpent is bad, but being in the presence of one that just silently stares at you and covets what you possess is even worse. Then of course is the rare instance that he does address someone verbally, because that shows, without a shadow of a doubt, you have Leviathan’s full, undivided attention.

That abusive way of managing fits really well, but I feel he’d take it even further and pit those under him against one another, fostering a toxic work environment where all of his employees are at each other’s throats and jealously doing anything to make sure their work gets approved for publication.

I think Levi having multiple rows of teeth is really fitting given you suggested he looks like an eel, as real eels have a second set of retractable jaws and (it could just be me) how there have been some subtle hints that Envy has a subtle duality motif. But I feel that it would be neat if the concept was pushed even further and each row of teeth is actually an individual, nested mouth Levi could talk out of, both for added demonic appeal and the fact it would literally allow him to lie through his teeth.

Now, with all of that said here are some ideas I had after reading them:

I will die on the hill that Leviathan was once the smallest member of the Sins and used to be envious of the others for their greater statutes. Fast forward to the present, Levi has done a complete 180, because unlike the others, he can’t make himself smaller, only bigger than he already is. This in turn makes him envious of the more “normal” sized demons, as he’s now stuck as a big fish in a world that doesn’t always accommodate him.

While reading your Leviathan ideas, I actually had a Golden Goose idea. I imagine Mammon revealing he found love with Stella completely floored the other Sins (especially Asmodeus), as he had been married to his job for millennia. After Mam leaves the meeting the others talk between themselves about this development, which leads to Levi going on a tirade about how Mammon found love before he did (which he’s done every time one of them has taken a lover), which leads to this:

Leviathan: “What the fuck!? Mammon!? Fucking Mammon!? What does that green sack of shit have that I don’t!?” Satan: (Not even bothering to look up from his phone) “A girlfriend.” Leviathan:

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jubileemon · 11 months ago

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There is a more symbolic reason behind Alastor's and Lucifer's mutual dislike between each other, in biblical lore the stag is meant to represent Christ while Lucifer is represented by the snake.

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greenandsorrow · 2 months ago

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The world we knew.

⊰⁠⊹ฺ Christmas Special ☆ﾟ⁠.

🤎🎄 human!Alastor x fem!reader 🎄🤎

☞ Your world crushes around you when you discover the truth about your beloved, childhood friend. Yet, not all hope is lost, 'tis the season for it after all.

☞ Not very lore accurate in the sense that I didn't want to make you suffer, much. It's happy holidays, not sad! (I'll definitely write human!Al stuff again)

Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates!!!

Alastor hummed to himself as he strolled the festive streets of Louisiana, his signature smile masking the darkness lurking beneath. The Jazz Age gleamed around him, mixing with the holiday cheer. The streets were alive with the sounds of celebrations. Decorations hung from every lamp post and the scent of cider wafted through the crisp winter air.

You were out and about as well -oblivious to his presence so far. Enjoying the festive atmosphere that surrounded you, you couldn't help but feel excited in an almost childish way.

Suddenly, a familiar voice called your name, snapping you out of the giddy trance.

You turned and saw him -Alastor, his tall and slender frame as striking as ever, his smile warm and his chocolatey brown eyes locked onto yours. His slicked-back hair and his stylish attire gave him an air of effortless charm.

For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.

"Alastor!" you exclaimed, heart fluttering as you rushed toward him. "I can't believe it is really you!"

His smile widened and he tipped his top hat.

"Ma chère" he greeted you in that melodic Creole drawl. "What a pleasant surprise. It's been far too long, hasn't it?"

"Yes, yes it has! You look... incredible" you complimented, unable to hide your admiration. "What have you been up to all these years?"

"Oh, the usual" his tone laced with mischief. "Well my radio show keeps me busy. A bit of exploring here, some delightful chaos there. You know how it is!"

He winked and you laughed, shaking your head. "You haven't changed a bit."

The two of you walked the vibrant streets of New Orleans, reminiscing about your shared past.

Alastor led you through the French Quarter, while weaving stories of jazz clubs and his successful career as a radio host.

Eventually, leaving the crowded streets, you made your way to the park, where the lights seemed to twinkle more softly, casting a magical glow over the cold evening.

The sun began to set, painting the sky orange and pink. The glow illuminated Alastor's features, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and that glimmer in his eyes. You found yourself staring.

He noticed, of course.

"Caught in the sunset, are we?" he teased, a knowing grin making its appearance.

You flushed, embarrassed. "It's just… beautiful out here."

As more time passed, a chill crept into the air. Noticing -such an observant man!- your shivering, Alastor slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. "We can't have you catching a cold, ma chère" he murmured, his tone soft and protective.

The gesture made your heart swell with affection. Despite his playful attitude, there was a warmth to him that made you feel safe, even now.

Later that same evening, Alastor invited you to a holiday gathering at his apartment. His insistence left no room for refusal. "You must come" he said, his smile radiant. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

His apartment was modest but elegant, decorated with garlands of holly and the cinnamon scented candles.

You were greeted with a warm embrace, his arms strong yet gentle. "Happy Christmas..." he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You look lovely in this dress..."

The gathering was lively, filled with laughter and jazz music. As one would expect, Alastor was the star of the evening, his voice weaving an irresistible spell over everyone in the room -like he had some sort of superhuman power that showed itself every time he opened his mouth to speak...

You found yourself enchanted, holding a delicate snow globe he gifted you. It was simply beautiful -snowflakes swirling around a tiny replica of the French Quarter. However, as you turned it in your hands, a strange unease settled in your chest.

Tucking the snow globe into your coat pocket, you slipped to another, quieter room. There, on a wooden desk, you noticed a letter. Its envelope was bearing Alastor's characteristic, distinct, and deliberate handwriting.

"My Dearest Mama,

I hope this letter finds you well. I think of you every day, and I pray that you aren't working yourself too hard. I miss you more than words can express, though I know for a fact we'll never meet again. Not after what I have done.

The memories haunt me, Mama. What he did to me… the pain, the fear... It never leaves. I tried to endure it for so long, to keep it hidden from you, but it grew inside me like poison. And one night, I just couldn't take it anymore. I ended it. Permanently.

I know you loved him once, but you did not know him like I did. He was a monster, Mama. And though the world is better without him, I fear I have become something worse. The darkness I carry now… it is unbearable.

I do not seek forgiveness. I do not deserve it. I just wanted you to know the truth, even if it comes out too late.

With love and regret,

Your son."

Your hands were trembling as you re-read the words over and over. The elegant handwriting of your childhood friend carried a weight that made your chest tighten.

"Oh Alastor..." you whispered, your mind buzzing with questions.

Before you could overthink it, you placed the letter into the pocket the snow globe also resided in and turned to find him.

A storm had started outside, already fierce, rain hitting against the windows as thunder growled in the distance.

When Alastor saw you coming out of his office, his usual confidence faltered at the sight of you -pale and clearly upset.

"Ma chère" he began softly, stepping in the quiet room and motioning you to follow him. "What's wrong?"

You didn't chew on your words.

"I found your letter. I need to hear it from you. Everything."

The flicker of resignation in his eyes made your stomach feel sick. He gestured for you to sit, but he remained standing, posture stiff.

"I suppose there really is no point in hiding it now" he said, his voice steady but without the usual warmth.

"Yes, I killed him. My father. And I would do it again."

His admission felt like a physical blow, but it wasn't even the act itself that left you reeling -it was the anguish in his voice, the raw pain he radiated even as he tried to appear composed.

"I wanted to protect you from this part of myself" he continued, his gaze fixed on the floor. "You see, you're the only good thing in my life and I just couldn't bear the thought of you seeing me as a monster."

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to feel. "You were only protecting yourself."

A pause.

Your throat felt dry.

Betrayal, disbelief, anger, sadness, helplessness and empathy all screamed in your mind. Empathy was the loudest.

At last, you stood and reached for his hand.

"But you're not a monster, Alastor. You're a man who's been through... Hell. But if we're going to move forward, there can't be any more secrets. No more masks. And it's going to be us, together."

Alastor froze for a moment before his fingers slowly curled around yours.

"You mean it?" he asked, his voice softer than you've ever heard it.

"I do."

"If you can accept me as I am, then I will give you everything."

And he did.

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bigbeanbear · 1 year ago

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Why am I thinking of this meme?

“Me. My girlfriend. And her 5 feet long spear.” — Charlie, probably

Charlie gently and lovingly brushing aside a few loose strands of hair from a sleeping Vaggie's face as they snuggle in bed after having a thorough go of it-

Charlie looking around at Vaggie's spear where it's laying, abandoned, on the other side of the room, there on the the floor where Vaggie distractedly dropped it mid-wipe down, polishing cloth flopped next to it like the fallen and trampled flag of a defeated enemy

Charlie, grinning with a few too many sharp teeth, slowly and smugly lifting one hand towards the spear and- with great satisfaction- flipping it off

the spear, being only a spear, having no reaction at all as Charlie snuggles back down with HER girlfriend, who loves HER the MOST

#meme #chaggie #Charlie beefing with Vaggie’s spear is so funny #hh fanart #hh headcanon #my reblogs

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redfluffz · 5 months ago

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creation - chapter 3 "perfection"

Back to the overview!

Someones having an identy crisis ...

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prof-ramses · 1 year ago

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Since it’s the holiday season, I’ve got some festive ideas/headcanons pertaining to Mammon:

After seeing a lot of discussion regarding the Sinsmas episode, I found my self with the reoccurring mental image of Mammon taking the role of a mall Santa, with demonic parents bringing their kids out to get their picture taken with the big green bogan (for a hefty price, naturally). Moreover, I think that Mammon would turn the concept of a mall Santa on its head by shilling his products to the kids and pressuring their parents to take the hint.

You cannot convince me that Mammon would not release a Have Yourself A Meaty Little Christmas style album as both another product to pedal and a means to advertise the rest of his brand. Building off of that, you know for a fact that he dragged Fizzarolli into the scheme and more than likely managed to rope the other Sins into it as well.

Mammon doesn’t actually see the resemblance his usual attire gives him to a pine tree and gets aggravated when people point it out.

These are just some dumb ideas i thought were funny I had rattling around in my head.

These are great, so let's build off of them:

The only kid he actually listens to in his "Santa" gig is Charlie. If there's one good thing that came out of Hazbin getting picked up, it's that canon can never come in the way of our ideas for cute interactions between Charlie and the other Sins.

I've said it before, but I like to think that though he no longer enjoys performing it, Mam still enjoys playing music and would probably use those albums to release some songs he's been workshopping on and off for a while. That way he makes some cash off them and gets the satisfaction of people liking his music without him actually having to perform it.

I think he's aware of it but doesn't really pay it much mind. What really annoys him is when people don't drop the joke and just try again and again to get a reaction out of him.

#helluva boss #hellaverse #hazbin hotel #hb Mammon #helluva Mammon #hellaverse Mammon #Mammonposting #hh Charlie #hazbin Charlie #hellaverse Charlie #hb heacnon #helluva bos headcanon #helluva boss headcanons #hb headcanons #hh headcanon #hh headcanons #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel headcanons #Ramses Answers

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radarsteddybear · 3 months ago

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Ok but what if LeBeau was a ball turret gunner before he became a POW

#original post #Hogan's Heroes #LeBeau #ball turret #ball turret gunner #maybe I should write a fic about that sometime #but not the claustrophobia fic bc that's gonna require too much research on my part #this thought has been swimming around in my brain since we went to the USAF Museum this summer #did the French air force even HAVE ball turrets in their planes during WWII? no idea. should probably check on that.#he'd be a prime pick for that position. he's certainly small enough.#Teddy Bear musings #HH headcanon #my headcanon

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radarsteddybear · 2 months ago

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I appreciate the detailed answer! You certainly put a lot of thought into this. So many people used the Holocaust as an "opportunity" to convert Jewish children to Christianity, which is why I was...kinda wary. But Schultz isn't really the type. And what better home to be taken into than one belonging to the head of a toy company?

Guess What It's Time For!

Another headcanon dump that no one asked for! Yay!!!!!

Featuring...

Schultz

Born in 1888, Schultz grew up in Düsseldorf, Germany. He attended school for business and intended to start a toy company before the war broke out. He served in the infantry during WWI, where he saved the life of his commanding officer, Lieutenant Kammler. Though he showed great courage during the war, earning several medals, the experience left him traumatized.

After the war he was able to focus on his company, which kept him somewhat grounded, but his personal life was a mess. Young, handsome, and, more importantly, alive, he was never short of female companionship (see picture). However, he started drinking heavily and it took a toll on his body. His envious physique soon wasted away and he became sloppy and reckless. It wasn’t until he started going with Gretchen that things started turning around. A no-nonsense woman who had known him before the war, she made it her mission to whip him back into shape– at least mentally and emotionally. Eventually he smartened up and the two married. They went on to have five children together. Schultz sometimes still misbehaves, but he will never leave his wife (no matter how much of a battle-axe she is) because he knows he’d be a slobbering mess without her.

Rich and successful with his toy company, Schultz paid little attention to politics outside how they might affect his business. But affect his business, they did. He first noticed things were off when a rival toy company was suddenly put up for sale. Though they were rivals, he had always had a cordial relationship with its owner, Benjamin Grünberg. Grünberg informed Schultz that Jewish companies were being “Aryanized” due to Nazi policies and begged Schultz to buy his company. Schultz did so with the promise that when all the madness settled down, he would resell it to his friend. But the madness did not settle. Soon the government came knocking on Schultz’s door, demanding he fire any and all his Jewish workers.

Suddenly awake, Schultz found the Nazis were implementing more than just anti-semitic policies. They were barreling towards another world war.

Schultz secretly funded the escape of several of his employees and friends, but, unfortunately, it was difficult to leave and many countries simply turned the refugees away. As Jews began to be relocated and disappear, Schultz and his wife decided to hide three children in their home. They both wished to do more, but they were already risking so much with just three. With three children hidden in their home without documents, it made it impossible for the Schultz family to flee Germany.

Before the war started, Schultz’s factories were seized and converted into producing war materials. Still, Schultz remained wealthy. When the war started, he figured he was too old and too successful to be drafted. But drafted he was. When RAF bombers began to be shot down, Schultz was drafted into the Luftwaffe as a prison guard. It was safe, away from the frontlines, and gave Schultz an opportunity to practice his English.

Having a tender heart, Schultz tried his best to make captivity bearable for his prisoners. It was not easy as Stalag 13 was run by a depraved and hard man, Colonel Ruger. Things changed shortly after the arrival of the first Americans. After an (as-of-yet unnamed) incident, Ruger was replaced by Colonel Klink. Things really changed when Colonel Hogan arrived. Strange things began to happen. Schultz, fearing for his safety and that of his family if he became too involved, adopted a “see nothing, know nothing” attitude. But the prisoners’ antics eventually became too much to ignore and while still maintaining his “see nothing” stance, Schultz was more willing to help them, infinitely preferring an Allied victory to the Nazis.

After the war, Schultz was brought to England as a prisoner. He was thoroughly questioned about everything he didn’t see or know about the prisoners’ activities. It took a while, but he finally openly admitted that he did in fact see and know a lot. He was nearly killed in an assassination attempt, but was saved by the heroes at the last minute.

Upon his return to Germany, he learned that Colonel Hogan had arranged for him to receive payment as an Allied operative who had been essential to the organization. With this money, he was able to keep his family fed in the harsh post-war environment and eventually he restarted his company. The families of the children he had sheltered never returned and Schultz officially adopted them all. Grünberg didn’t return either, so Schultz used a large portion of his company’s profits to fund charitable causes that helped Jews resettle, either within Europe or The Holy Land.

Schultz tried to keep in touch with the heroes the best he could. On business trips he would often go to LeBeau’s cafe in Paris, where he was greeted warmly by LeBeau. And anyone who tried to degrade him for being a German was quickly put in their place by his pint-sized, but vicious host. He once met with Hogan in Germany and they shared a lunch. And he sent all the heroes ragdolls.

Schultz passed away in 1958, just shy of his 70th birthday. All the heroes came to his funeral where they fondly remembered their good friend and ally.

#Hogan's Heroes #HH headcanon #Schultz #Holocaust #long post #replies #Jewish things

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