#and then looking at what my husk 'options' were looking like....... yeah that was a rng moment of all time i will not lie

[narwhalandchill]

holy SHIT its been. nearly FOUR months of almost non stop certified chiori megafan TM artifact farming and. Finally. FINALLY. a proper god rolled geo goblet for her

(YES ive played this game for . Four . Years and my geo goblet situation has somehow managed to be absolutely abysmal throughout All That Time. and the best ones i have are like. All post 4.x 😭😭😭 they just end up rolling subpar or like shit every time. lowkey still have nightmares from the First EVER run of the millelith domain i did as 1.5 launched dropping a four liner double crit double def millelith geo goblet nearly jumping out of my seat SO hype at the thought of my. Yes sub dps zhongli build - it was a different time ok - and then. It rolls crit rate once and the rest is flat def. like not even def% so it wouldve Finally been god tier once i got chiori. it was so sad DHAJSKSKSJSKDKF)

like this is EASILY the best one ive ever gotten for geo goblets in general . And now my chiori build is Finally popping proper im so happy . especially with how like . ridiculously unlucky my rolls have been on husk in general bc. im Not kidding ive gotten at least 7 on set geo goblets so far and they all rolled so mid AND at least 5 crit circlets that had crit substats and def% and then dodged crit every time and usually def% too was just. it was a whole thing lwkdjkawdjawdjkwd even her circlet is like VERY new. i only got it last week its my First circlet that rolled into crit even a single time 💀

BUT look at thisss 🥰🥰🥰

like feather/flower could still be optimized a bit and its a shame the circlet missed the +20 roll into flat hp instead of def% or CR but. going from where i started with builds on def goblets (MUCH more viable on golden troupe than husk btw. and husk overtakes GT at c2+ so that was an issue) and barely hitting over 180% cdmg if my CR was up to par which . yes thats bad when the sword is 88.2% by itself and 50% base ........ i can be mostly free from this domain now im so happy with this 😭😭

[alastor-simp]

Horror Movie Night😈 - Alastor x Reader

Charlie wanted to find an activity to bring everyone together, since a lot of the personalities in the hotel would clash. She had made a list of ideas, but majority of them were turn down for being too childish. The last option was a movie night with everyone, and surprisingly everyone agreed. The genre of movie was the real problem. Charlie wanted a musical. Vaggie had a preference for drama. Angel dust preferred either a steamy flick (aka porn) or comedy. Niffty voted for romance. Husk didn't really care, but he wouldn't be upset if it was an action movie. Sir Pentious was interested in historical / documentaries. Alastor was not a big fan of modern technology especially television, but he would give it a try if the movie was a horror. You enjoyed all genres of movies, so it didn't matter which one you saw. Coming up with an idea, you suggested pulling a name out of the hat, to decide the genre of movie that gets picked. Borrowing Husk's hat for a bit, everyone wrote their name on a piece of paper and tossed it in. After a quick shake, you grabbed the first piece of paper and pulled it out.

Yelp, looks like it was going to be a horror movie as Al's was the name you pulled out. Everyone had made their way to the couch, while some of them sat on the floor. They were all dressed in their pajamas. Niffty had made popcorn and drinks for everyone to enjoy during the movie. Charlie was lighting some candles to add some effect when the movie was playing. Next to you on the couch was Alastor. He was wearing a red stripped top, and black lounge pants. He seemed very cozy. "Hey Al. What movie did you pick?" Alastor looked at you, smiling big as always. 'Well my dear, I picked whatever seemed interesting! I hope you will enjoy it!" Giving an awkward smile back, your eyes turned toward the TV as soon as Charlie pressed play. You didn't mind horror movies, but being the scaredy cat that you were, they still made you scream.

The movie that Alastor picked was "The Descent." The start of the film was a bit slow, but it slowly began to build up overtime. It got to the point in the movie where the characters had entered into the large cave, to explore. Yeah, that was already a red flag. Scanning your eyes around the room, you took in everyone's reactions. Charlie and Vaggie were hugging the life out of each other. Niffty was smiling, but she was clutching on to her plushie very tightly. Angel was on edge and tried to cling on to Husk, only to be pushed back by him. Angel huffed and decided to a least grab Husk's hand for comfort, and Husk allowed that at least. Sir Pentious was cowering on the floor, wrapping his whole tail around him. Alastor was just smiling next to you, obviously enjoying where the movie was going. You, on the other hand, was getting a very bad feeling in your stomach as the characters kept exploring the cave. The pillow that you were holding was being used as a shield as you kept hiding behind it, waiting for something to happen.

The climax of the movie had arrived when the grotesque bat-like monster had made an appearance and proceeded to feast on one of the characters. Everyone in the room had screamed and jumped, including you, as you covered your face with the pillow. There was a chuckle to your right as Alastor was laughing, at both the movie and your adorable reactions. From the start of the film, Al was seeking glances at you, wondering what your next reaction would be. The face you made when the dread set in was highly entertaining to him. However, he did pity you a bit, as he could see that the movie was frightening you tremendously. Unbeknownst to you, you felt someone drape their arm behind your shoulders, pulling your body closer towards them. Looking up from the pillow, it was clear that it was Al who had done it. His eyes were still watching the movie, clearly enjoying the gruesome moments. Not saying a word, you continued to watch the movie, but the feelings of fear had diminished a bit due to Alastor's actions. The movie had finally ended, as the credits began to flash on the screen. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, except Al . Clapping with glee, he found the movie quite invigorating. Vaggie rolled her eyes at him, while whispering "creepy weirdo" under her breath. It had gotten super late, so it was time to head for bed.

Wishing everyone a good night sleep, you carried yourself back to your room, despite the prickling sensation that you felt crawling up your back. That movie was still on your mind, but you tried to push the fear away. Alastor was following from behind , since the both of you were next door neighbors. "Feeling alright, my dear? That picture show had you shaking like a leaf!" He was definitely smirking when he said that. "No s✪✪✪, Sherlock." Grumbling your response back at him, you continued to make your way to your cozy abode. Having arrived at the door, you turned to Al, who had just arrived at his door. "Good night, Alastor." "You as well, my dear!" Making over to the bed, you laid down and got under the covers, adjusting yourself to get comfortable. It took a while, but the droopy feeling had taken effect on your eyes, and you fell into a deep sleep. Pitch blackness was all around you. The muscles in your body felt like they had been ripped apart. The air felt heavy, almost dry like you were underground. Something was moving around you, circling you, watching you. The monstrous sounds it made created a haunting echo. You begged your body to respond, it was no use. The sounds were coming closer. No. NO! You bellowed out a scream.

"Y/N!!" Someone was shaking you, causing your eyes to snap open. Your body was shaking and there were tears in your eyes. You slowly realized that you had a nightmare. Alastor was in front of you, hands on top of your shoulders. His glowing eyes eyeing you with concern, yet his smile was still present. "A-Al? W-what's wrong? W-why are you in m-my room?" Struggling out a response, your eyes looked at Al in confusion. "My dear, I had heard your shrieks of terror and rushed over! It appeared you were having a nightmare! A rather horrible one at that!" He was still holding on to you, which gave you some comfort. "Oh, I'm so sorry if I disturbed your sleep." Taking in a few deep breaths, helped tremendously as you were able to talk properly and control the shaking. Shaking his head, Al had let go of your shoulders, and moved his hands to your cheeks. "Darling, there is no need for you to apologize! But, may I ask what were you dreaming about?" Massaging your cheeks like a cat, Al smiled down at you, softness in his eyes. Explaining it in full detail, Al realized that the film you had witness, was the main cause of the night terror. He had known that you were scared, but not to the point it would result in you kicking and screaming in your sleep. He needed to rectify this.

"Come along, my dear!" Your body left the sanctity of your bed, and ended up in Alastors arms. He was carrying you like a bride. "W-what Al?! Where are you taking me?!" Whispering at him, while your brain was trying to wrap around this situation. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you an optimistic smile. "To my room!" There was no time to refute back as the both of you had arrived at his door. Creaking loudly, the door to his room had opened by itself. His room was like something out of a story book. One side was the normal room decor, illuminated with candle light. The walls were plastered with Alastor's personal trinkets and stag heads. The other side was saturated in moss, tall pine trees looming above. Chirps of crickets could be heard and glowing fireflies were flying around. Eyes widening in amazement, you continued to gaze around the room, earning a laugh from Al. In the center of the room, was an enormous bed, covered in satin sheets and black pillows. "How... How were you able to do this?" You breathed out, as Al placed you on the bed. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled down at you, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah! A magician never reveals his secrets, my dear!" A thought popped in your head: "Where was he going to sleep." Snapping his fingers, Alastor used his powers to snuff out the flames from the candles, leaving only the fireflies as a source of light. Realization hit you, causing you to jump off the bed, leaving Al staring at you in confusion. "Wait Al! Are you okay with this? Sharing a bed?" Alastor looked at you, head crooked to the side. "Why of course! Are you oppose to the idea? Haven't you had your share of sleepovers with the effeminate spider?" Well yes you had, but this situation was different. "I'm not opposed to it, but I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable with." You told Alastor this, rubbing your arm with your hand.

He was still befuddled by your statement until he began to wrap his head around of what you were saying. How charming you were! Thinking of him and his aversion to physical contact. "Darling, There is no need to worry." His body moved to crawl under the covers, sitting on the bed and looking at you. His finger pointed towards you, beckoning for you to return back to the bed. Still hesitant about the whole situation and observing his body language, it came to your decision that he was really okay with it. Your feet carried you back over, and slowly made its way under the covers, plopping your head on the pillow. Al huffed, a little annoyed that you didn't follow his instructions. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. Your head was engulfed in his chest, feeling his chin, nuzzling it. "Comfortable, Y/N?" A warm breath whispered into your ear. His voice sent chills down your back, while also causing your heart to skip a beat. "Mmph" was your response, as your mouth was muffled against his chest. Hearing a hum from above, you felt Alastor nestle closer, hooking his leg over yours. The static emanating from him had quieted down and the thumping sound of his heart sounded much clearer. Extending out a yawn, your eyelids began droop while listening to the calming sound of Al's heartbeat. Soon, your eyelids had closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

Managing to stay awake, Al had watched you, making sure you were able to relax. He never in a million years thought he would be doing something like this. He was the radio demon, the most fearsome and all powerful overlord. Everyone trembled in fear from the sight of him, yet here he was now, cuddling you in his bed. He was getting soft, which displeased him greatly, yet he couldn't help but find it comforting as well. Your very-being was changing him, in both a good and bad way. Sighing, he pushed his thoughts away as he had a busy schedule tomorrow and needed to be well rested for his broadcast. Nuzzling closer, Alastor hugged you tighter. His glowing eyes dimmed and he had fallen asleep as well.

[cryptidghostgirl]

Can I request a part 3 to "unrequited"?

A/N I honestly was not planning another part to this story. I'm just gonna... leave this here. (Pls don't hate me guys. This is so genuinely the only path I could think of for this story that I liked.)

Unrequited pt. 3 (Alastor x Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Um. Alastor is dark/yandere in this part. Uh. Unhealthy relationship. Yeah.

Word Count: 2,094

Previous Parts:

Unrequited (Alastor x Reader)

Unrequited Pt. 2

Master Lists:

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Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor had cornered her in the hall. The years, the games, the challenges, none of it was fun anymore. It all came to an end tonight. There was no other option, not when she could die tomorrow. The angels were coming, and they were coming for the hotel.

"I don't want you here tomorrow."

"What!?" Y/n exclaimed in utter shock.

She hadn't known what to expect when Alastor had stopped her as she made her way downstairs to the bar. Everyone was supposed to be having a drink together, celebrating their afterlives that there was a chance they might loose. She didn't know what to expect but, she certainly hadn't expected this.

Alastor had been acting weird lately. He was always weird but ever since the day with Husk in the hallway, he'd been weird even by those standards. He was always finding something for Y/n to do that put her near him, always watching. It was irritating. They had been fighting a lot and Alastor still had yet to apologize to Husk.

"I don't want you at the hotel tomorrow. You are not coming near this fight."

"What the fuck, Alastor?" Y/n nearly stamped her foot on the floor, she crossed her arms and glared at the demon, "I... these are my friends. This is my home. I will do what I can to protect it."

"No, you wont. You wont be here." he paused, "I will use our little deal to make sure of that, if need be."

Y/n scoffed. Her anger was a fiery, radiant thing. Alastor found himself thinking she had always reminded him quite a bit of a lioness when she got like this. The thought had been an accident, he couldn't afford to be distracted. Not when these were the stakes. Alastor pushed it away.

"You fucking... literally why? Like, what? I... sorry, just taking me a bit to process this: the demon who tricked me into selling my soul to them is now going to use that contract to take me, a valuable asset, out of a war which we cannot afford to loose?"

"Yes." Alastor nodded.

"Because?" Y/n prompted in irritation after a moment.

Alastor sighed.

"Y/n, think about what could happen if you are here."

"The same thing that could happen to any one here!" Y/n threw her arms up in exasperation, gesticulating her frustration as she spoke, "The same thing you're forcing on Husk and Nifty, have you had this chat with either of them?"

Alastor didn't respond. It was all the answer she needed.

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so!" she scoffed, "So it's okay for everyone to risk their lives -- it's okay for you to risk your life even, but not me? Its okay for you to force my friends to risk their lives, but you're going to force me to stay out of it? Listen to yourself, you sound ridiculous."

"We don't need your help. You're slow, you will only hold us back."

The comment he had hope would dampen Y/n's spirit, bend her will into submission, only added to her fire.

"I'm... that's bullshit and we both know it. I might be small, but so is Nifty. Everyone has skills they can offer. I know how to fight, how to survive, and we will have angelic weapons for Christ's sake. Like, I really don't understand what the issue your having is here."

"Y/n, just... no." Alastor shook his head, a hand to his temples, "No. You will not be here tomorrow. I forbid it. I'm sending you to stay with Rosie."

"What am I, your kid?" Y/n sneered.

Alastor looked over at her, his hand falling from his forehead.

"Just please, Y/n." he took a step forward, pulling her hands into his. Alastor took a deep breath. "For me."

Y/n's eyes went wide. Alastor could see the conflict, the swirling emotions. Anger turned to grief, mixed with gratitude, and became anger again. A never ending cycle.

His heart pounded against his chest, it fought him valiantly for release. It had been so long. So long since she'd looked at him with anything other than disgust, so long since she had let him touch her like this.

Y/n settled on confusion as her dominant emotion and pulled her hands from his grasp. Alastor mourned the contact, his hands still held up in the air where hers had met them as Y/n took a step away.

"Why."

It wasn't a question. Y/n commanded information and at the end of the day, he may own her soul but she owned his heart. Alastor felt like in some way, she always had. He couldn't bear the thought of loosing her but, he didn't know if he could handle the rejection either. There was no way, no chance, she would believe him if he told her too much of the truth but, lying wouldn't work either. It would have to be a careful balance, a calculated withholding of information. Too much was riding on tomorrow, on tonight, on this very moment.

"Because I don't want you to die."

Y/n's brow furrowed even further, their eyes growing wider still as she stumbled another step back. Her back was nearly against the wall now, there wasn't anywhere else she could go.

Her eyes flitted around the space fervently. Her lips formed words that never left her mouth. Alastor watched, stress eating him alive. At last, Y/n did something. She brought her hands to her head and sunk to the floor, her knees pulled into her chest.

"What are you doing to me." she muttered softly, just barely loud enough for him to hear.

For what felt like the thousandth time, Alastor felt a little piece of his heart fracture off. He didn't know how much more he could take of this before there was nothing left to break, nothing left to loose. She looked up at him, her hands still holding either side of her head and her eyes wet with tears.

"Why do you care?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. There was an insistence in her voice, a pleading. He stood in indecision for a moment, frozen by want, by need, by fear. His body took over as he took a step towards Y/n. Alastor kneeled down in front of her.

With great care, with a familiarity and gentleness Y/n hadn't felt from him in years, Alastor untangled her fingers from her hair. He held her hands in his once again and this time, he wasn't going to let go.

"Because I care about you."

Shock at his own bravery emanated from his chest. Alastor held his breath.

"You..." Y/n's eyes hardened, "I wish you'd stop messing with my head like this. Its not funny."

"Y/n, I'm not messing. I am not playing a game, I'm not..." Alastor sighed, letting go of one of Y/n's hands and running his hand through his hair as he looked to the side.

Taking a deep breath, he turned back to face her, grabbing her free hand once again.

"I don't know what I can do to prove it to you, that I'm not. But I will keep you safe. No matter what, you will not be here tomorrow."

"Please, Alastor."

His heart stopped. He couldn't recall the last time she'd asked him for anything that wasn't to leave her, Husk, and Nifty, alone. He couldn't recall the last time she'd seemed to fragile in his arms.

"Please, they're... they're my family. I can't..." a single tear rolled down Y/n's cheek, "I can't just leave them."

"I..."

There was a moment, a split second where he almost agreed. Alastor's eyes narrowed. He dropped Y/n's hands and got back to his feet. She adjusted her position in response, nearly kneeling before him.

"Please, Alastor. Let me help them. Let me do what I can to protect my family. Please. I'll do anything you want... I'll..."

It almost worked. Alastor felt his purpose waver again. Then the fear came back. He had already lost so much. His mother, his humanity, his own soul and free will. Alastor refused to add Y/n to the list of things that were so far out of his reach. He just couldn't. He didn't care if she hated him for the rest of eternity, as long as it meant she was safe at his side.

"No." he shook his head, his heart hardening, "You forget, you already have to do whatever I want. You forget, I own you."

Y/n's scream of anger as the shadows took her was muffled as she was sucked into their portal. Alastor stood, watching the spot she had been in for a few moments and then, he doubled over in pain. It shot through him in spikes, in daggers. It was the first time he had told her that. Not once before had Alastor ever said those three words to Y/n, not even when they had first made their deal. I own you.

The guilt, the regret, all of it underpinned by the overwhelming love. It had been trapped for so long, so sheltered and pushed back in the recesses of his mind that it had twisted. The love had become obsessive, dangerous, hungry.

With a breath, Alastor stood straight once again. Pushing his composure back to the surface, he smoothed his hair and went down to the bar to inform everyone of his decision. He may have forced Y/n to do something she didn't want to, fracturing things further than he'd believed possible, but he wasn't going to blame her for it. Alastor was used to being the villain and hopefully, in this case, he wouldn't have to be. Hopefully, they would understand.

Y/n gasped for breath as she was let out of the shadow portal. Panting on all fours, slowly she brought herself back together. Y/n had met Rosie before, once or twice. She knew she was a kind soul at heart, a reasonable person, and she knew that Rosie's cannibals were the main force of their army tomorrow. All she had to do was convince the overlord to let her join them, and it would be okay.

Taking a deep breath to restore her confidence, Y/n looked up. Her heart dropped.

"No."

She got to her feet, looking carefully around the decrepit old radio tower.

"No. Nonono."

Her breaths becoming panicked, she ran to the door. It was locked. Taking a step back, she kicked it harshly. The firm wood didn't budge.

Driven by adrenaline alone, Y/n ran to the windows and began to hit them with all her might. None of them so much as trembled.

"No!"

She looked wildly around the space and, spotting Alastor's chair, picked it up. Y/n hurled it at the window. There was a crash and for a split second, there was hope. That was until she realized it was the chair that had broken, not the window.

"No! No!"

Turning back to the door, she hurled her body repeatedly against it. Each time, she got the biggest running start she could. Each time, there was no change at all, nothing happened. Fresh tears pooled in her eyes, she was long past panicked now.

"NO!"

After about twenty minutes, Y/n was out of breath and exhausted. Her whole body hurt and her face was sticky with tears. She sat at the door, her back pressed against it and her knees pulled into her chest. Burying her face in her legs, she sobbed.

Everyone was at the hotel, except for her. Everyone was preparing to fight for and protect what they loved, except for her. What would they think? What would they say? Much more importantly, would they make it out?

A sudden fear gripped her, a fist around her heart. Would she ever see any of them again? Y/n's sobs redoubled.

"Fucking..."

She sniffed, her panic and grief quickly fixing itself back in the shape of the familiar anger. She could see him in her minds eye, that moment his eyes had softened, that moment she thought that maybe he had been telling the truth all along, that they really had been friends, that he really did care.

"I hate you Alastor!" she screamed to herself, alone in the dark, "I hate you and I will continue to hate you until the day I fucking die again!"

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A/N I love an irredeemable villain and doomed, misshapen love. I'm sorry to anyone who wanted this to end up happy.

[yurislilygarden]

ʚїɞ Self Aware! Hazbin Hotel

ʚїɞ Their reaction after becoming self-aware and first thoughts about reader!

ʚїɞ Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie / Part 3!

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: just below 1.2k

ʚїɞ Part 1! (Lucifer and Alastor) Part 2 (Angel Dust and Husk)

ʚїɞ Not me casually posting like it hasn't been months since the 2nd part... ANYWAY... This took WAY too long but it's here!!!! This is shorter than I wanted, but I already knew it would be short as I don't grasp these two too well imo, so I didn't have too much to say here. Probably will rewrite it one day if I ever decide I got better with their characters as I would love for this to be longer <3

Very few characters would notice something wrong on the first watch of the show, but wouldn't realize, nor become self-aware until the 2nd or further watch.

While everyone's reaction would be different with different amounts of stages before total acceptance of the situation, they all would share the first emotion, simple disbelief. They would first need to even process the fact that they're not real, that they were created solely for the purpose of entertaining… something? Someone? In a completely different Universe. That everything that they thought had happened to them before they died didn't actually happen, they were never alive in the first place. Only after that did the emotions and reactions differ. The very first emotion or actual personal reaction would be:

Charlie

Fright, confusion, frustration

Charlie didn't know what to think at first. On one side, she, and everyone else, are 2D characters on a show for fucks sake, but on the other side, you didn't do anything to them. She would be the only one (in hell) to not be outright negative about you, she started out at the neutral zone.

Whether the others were already aware or not, they could notice a change in her behavior for a few days after the situation hits her. To think that the 200+ years that she thought that she was alive was actually a lie, fake, would be a hard fact to swallow. Her being rightfully confused about the situation, many questions filled her head and she had no answers. Like father, like daughter, if you will.

What exactly do you want from them? Can you do something else besides watching them? Do you want to do something more? Would you talk to them directly if you could? Do you-

Yeah, she's like her father in that aspect.

She was curious on just how much would change if they weren't in a show, no, if they had a choice in anything, since they wouldn't exist without the show. The thought may give her nightmares. Could her relationship with her dad be better than what it is? Could she do more for hell? Would her mother still be here and not missing? 

Some frustration could come in early on, as she was already stressed about the hotel, but also trying to keep everyone from being negative about you. While they didn't know much, you didn't show any malicious intent, which in her books was enough to not outright dislike you. She would be pretty close to the negative zone in the first few days, but it would quickly turn to neutral upon knowing she wasn't the only one to know, and being told what little they knew.

She didn't even look for the signs of everything around them being just wrong, she didn't need to. She would just sit there and realize how quiet everything was outside, how many memories that she previously thought she had, seemed to be actually lacking in existence.

As for whether she would be disappointed in herself for not noticing earlier or not, I see two options.

One, she wouldn't be necessarily really disappointed in herself for not noticing, at least not as much as some of the others upon finding out and processing the fact that there were people who noticed before her, but also that there were people who didn't realize after her.

Then there's the second option where I can imagine her being immensely disappointed in herself for not noticing much, much sooner. She’s the princess of hell, she should’ve noticed it! She would be overthinking that if something happened before she became self-aware, she wouldn't have been able to help in any way. She wouldn't be aware of it.

She may have not been the first to notice your presence, but she wasn't the last, which gave her a little bit of comfort either way.

She would be in the “can only watch” team with not much hesitation about it, and in the neutral zone from pretty much the start.

Vaggie

Anger, frustration and hatred

One of the few who would hate you the moment they processed everything. At first, her thoughts weren't the most rational, going off of negative feelings in panic and in general, but what she thought about you didn't change much even after she calmed down. She despised the thought of her, them all, being some bullshit made-up characters for someone to enjoy. She started out in the negative zone with no hesitation. She really tried not to think about the fact that she, none of them, were ever truly alive, that her whole life, existence, was fake to her very core.

After she became self-aware, she tried to find signs she missed before and it pained her when she realized how obvious everything was. She couldn't remember most of the things besides what was showed on the screen for you, the outside of the hotel wasn't filled with screaming 24/7 a day like she thought it was, there wasn't even anyone outside when she looked outside. It was painfully obvious and yet she, none of them, realized it fast enough for her liking.

She would be pissed and assume you like seeing them suffer, because why would you just watch as another character got rid of her eye? Why would you just watch bad things happen and do nothing? It’s frustrating as hell to her that she can’t do shit to you/your form and the only thing she can really do is sit back, observe, and watch as things happen, unable to do anything… ironic, isn’t it?

Unlike Charlie, she would for sure be heavily frustrated and disappointed in herself for not noticing anything earlier, the fact that she wasn't in the first 3 to notice after being told everything didn't help her inner thoughts, especially with how protective she can be.

If she became self-aware before Charlie, she would be unexplainably more protective of her (and others but she would try to not make it as obvious), until her girlfriend became self-aware herself and understood the reason (Charlie would still think its a little bit too much since she would think you were completely harmless to them). She would act in a similar fashion to finding out before Charlie if she were the latter to find out, but her actions wouldn't be as concealed due to the reasons already being known.

Would make her hatred clear whenever they were on the topic of you, or when your butterfly form was around them. Vaggie would throw you a glare the moment she knows you couldn't see her without hesitation. Tried to stab you through your small body or wing with her spear to see if she could (do some damage back) hurt you, only to be disappointed when it just phased right through you.

Vaggie would be on the “only watches but can do more” team, and start out heavily in the negative zone, before, Charlie would get her to the neutral zone with some time.

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[bobbimorses]

Hey I'm not really into Hawkeye (yet) but could you please tell me how old Clint was when he became well... Hawkeye???

soooo clint's never actually been given a defined numerical age BUT as i've gone over many times and thus am sticking to my guns, is implied to be about 19-20, maybe 21 when he joins the avengers. he "becomes" hawkeye a short time prior when he sees iron man fly through the sky, get the attention of what should be an adoring circus crowd adoring him and him alone!!!, and goes "pft! i could do that!" (or, in an actual line for the 1960s cartoon, "anything iron man can do i can do better!!!!!!"), then he got caught up in a little treason for a few months or so before actually becoming an avenger. [optional info about pre-hawkeye backstory here]. so yeah, like 19-20.

through-line A for this estimate: clint joins the avengers at the same time as wanda and pietro to form cap's kooky quartet, and he's said to be in the same age group as them...

note how kate, 16 in this panel, remarks how visibly young they looked in the kooky quartet days, and that her young avengers teammates were all teenagers at the time:

through-line B: wanda and pietro are said to be around 19 when joining the avengers

through-line C: immediately upon joining the avengers, clint spent the majority of his time mercilessly mocking cap, who chronologically was only like 45 years old when the kooky quartet run began, for being an ancient decaying husk of an ash-filled raisin and calling him the oldest man he's ever seen in his life, which is truly misled bravado at levels that only an annoying 19-20yo with 0 healthy adult figures in his life could muster

i actually made a chart once of some rough comparative ages that can never be applied to estimating everyone's current ages bc wanda and pietro should be around the same age as the og x-men but the x-men are the biggest purveyors of having 0 consistencies in aging or timelines, peter is perpetually 28, and everyone has died.

but i digress. the point is clint has been doing this almost his entire adult life and cap was in charge of three terrible teens and having a terrible time

[anxious-lee]

Ask || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: what can I say? they inspire me. you know what else inspires me? the agonizing lack of content there is for them 💀

Ship: Huskerdust

No beta, we die for our craft

Word count: 1,720

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One wouldn't typically think of obnoxious behavior as out of character for Angel Dust, but this was a tad excessive. In a way that spells out exactly what he wants, if you know what to look for.

Angel had a very particular set of needs, some being more overt than others, but one facet of his desire was not known to many. Ironically, his incessant jabber of licking holes and getting punished weren't nearly as vulnerable as this information was. He never told his nightly flings, he never told Valentino, and he rarely became close enough to anyone to be able to share.

Angel Dust, the world-renowned porn star, loved to be tickled.

Now, some might say this could very easily fit into his menagerie of BDSM kinks. But that's what was so humiliating. It wasn't a kink. It wasn't sexy. It was romantic. Even downright fond.

His need would be fulfilled from time to time as partners or clients sought playfulness, but he wouldn't bring up his appreciation of it. Merely went along with and pretended to hate it. How far that was from the truth.

The obvious downside to this, of course, is that no one is available to satisfy your lee moods. Like today, for example.

The minute Angel woke up, he knew today was going to be one of those days.

The thoughts were driving him mad. He needed someone to hold him and touch him and take away his control in a way that had nothing to do with pain or power. It was about trust and love and sharing and fucking christ, does he sound like a hippie.

The thought of telling Husk did cross his mind, seeing as how they were now a month into their relationship, but he quickly banished it to where all the other scary thoughts go. Surely, he would laugh at him or look at him with disgust.

He couldn't risk it this time.

Not with Husk.

Not with him.

Fortunately, there was an option B. You see, he already loved to get on people's nerves, and that happened to be the most successful way to get tickled. As retribution.

The hotel guests, of course, didn't pick up on Angel's different behavior. They merely gave him a smirk or an eye-roll, but nothing more. Except, of course, Husk.

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Angel sauntered over to the bar counter where his pussycat was busy at work polishing bottles.

"Mornin', Whiskers. Did ya dream of me?" Angel said, batting his eyelashes.

Husk chuckled. "Yeah, I did. It was the noisiest dream of my afterlife."

Angel gasped in mock offense and pouted. "I thought you liked our little chats!"

"I do when I'm not working. Just sit tight until I'm on my break, we can go cuddle as much as you want then, okay?"

"But that's sooo long from now!"

Returning to his bottles, Husk half-turned away from Angel, who was growing antsy.

He waited a couple of moments, then very swiftly poked his bartender in the arm.

"Baby, I can't talk right now, I'm busy."

Another poke.

"Fuck, can't you wait 5 minutes?" Husk sighed with a hint of annoyance.

It seemed to be working. One more push should send him over the edge.

Angel plucked the rag out of Husk's paw and held it out of his reach.

Husk finally turned to face his boyfriend.

Was this it? Was he gonna snap and tickle him senseless for pestering him?

The cat leaned forward, grabbed the rag, and went back to his task after giving Angel a tired glare.

It was obvious to the spider that his lover wouldn't bite. Defeated, he left the bar to find something else to distract himself with.

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It was a few hours later when Angel found himself cuddled up next to Husk watching a movie. It was some crime boss flick, something-or-other. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't paying much attention to it. The incessant thoughts of laughter and smiles spun 'round his head, keeping his focus off of the gunfight happening on-screen.

On impulse, Angel started playing with Husk's ears, plucking and pulling and flicking in any way he could to get a rise out of him.

"What the- stop! I'm trying to watch." The cat said.

"I ain't doing nothing~"

Next, Angel gave a teensy little push to Husk's tophat, just enough to put it off-center.

"If you're that bored, why'd you pick this movie?" Was the reply.

"Who said I was bored? I'm very entertained," Angel said.

And finally, he twirled his finger around the tail beside him like a spaghetti noodle and gave it a tug.

That seemed to do the trick. Husk's face whipped to meet Angel's.

"What is going on with you? You've been pressing my buttons all day. What's the matter? You feeling friskier than normal or somethin'?" Husk was confused, and annoyed certainly, but more than anything, curious. This wasn't typical Angel Dust behavior. This was a cry for help. In regards to what, he had no idea.

Angel certainly wasn't giving him any help. "I don't know what you're talking about," he quipped with a smile tugging at his lips.

Husk watched him for a moment, then seemingly gave up and returned to cuddling in front of the movie.

It only frustrated Angel more. What was with this guy?! It didn't normally take THIS much effort to instigate a good tickle fight! And the cuddling made everything worse. Like waving a bone in front of a dog. He was given just enough touch to drive him crazy but not enough to satisfy his hunger.

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Several days had gone by, and Angel's lee mood persisted, and Husk still wasn't taking the bait. The spider began to wonder if he would ever get tickled again at this rate.

One night, the two sinners were sitting in bed together, being on their phones or reading. It was quiet nights in with each other like these that they treasured more than anything.

Angel had lost almost all hope of actually getting tickled. No matter what he tried to get Husk's goat, nothing worked. But that didn't mean he wouldn't try.

Husk was so enraptured by the book in front of him that he didn't notice the mischievous look creeping onto his boyfriend's face.

Angel snatched the book out from Husk's nose and dangled it in front of him. "Why would you want to look at some ol' book when you could be looking at meee~?"

Husk gave the usual huff and eye-roll.

Angel waited for a moment, then set the book aside in order to sprawl across Husk's lap with his hands supporting his head.

"What's the matter, Whiskers?" He emphasized the provoking nickname. "Am I botherin' ya?"

Angel pursed his lips and gave the kitty's nose a boop.

For a moment, it was silent as Husk looked down at his lover in what looked to be...

An epiphany.

Then came the chuckle.

"You know, if you wanted it so bad, you coulda just asked," Husk sultry said.

What?

What did that-

Angel didn't have time to finish the thought before Husk's claws were dancing nimbly on his sides. He squealed in startlement, and the giggles came flowing out. As much as his body wanted to worm and wriggle away from the touch, his heart was exactly where it wanted to be. Where he needed to be. But what Husk had said-

"Whahat does thahahat mehehean?!" The spider queried.

"Don't act like you haven't been trying to provoke me into ticklin' you this whole time. Honestly, it all seems kinda obvious now," Husk laughed, "Can't believe I didn't piece it together sooner."

Wait, he knew?!

Abort, abort, abort!

"I dohont know whahahat you're tahahalking abohohout!"

"Relax, I ain't judging," Husk assured warmly, "I've heard of far stranger things than a pesky little brat who wants to relinquish control every now and then. 'Sides, I can't say it's not adorable." His voice took on a more teasing tone at that last statement.

And Angel noticed it.

His face began burning hellfire red as the claws at his sides still scribbled furiously, and his giggles now elevated to laughter.

"Ihihit's NOHOHOT!" Angel cried indignantly.

"Uh huh. And what do you call this?" Husk darted his hands up to the spider's neck and scritched and scratched into every nook and cranny he could reach.

Glass could shatter at the pitch Angel shrieked. His chortles returned to snickers and giggles as he tried to invert his head into his body like a turtle. What's more, he even began to 'tee-hee'. Like a coquettish little school girl. How humiliating.

"Seems pretty cute to me~," Husk cooed with a saccharine smile.

Angel couldn't tell if he loved it or hated it.

"I've never seen this smile on you before! Maybe I should tickle you all the time."

Definitely loved it.

Husk ran his claws down from his neck to his shoulders all the way down to his underarms.

The spider's arms snapped with the strength of a bear trap. He screeched with all his might and began to cackle. This was the most pleasant hell he's ever been in! His face-splitting grin wasn't just from all the laughing. He hoped Husk knew that.

The cat in question jumped at the loud noise. "Woah! Didn't realize this was a bad spot. You okay down there?" His fingers slowing for a second.

Angel could not nod fast enough.

Husk could feel his icy heart melting. Christ, the things this boy did to him. He'd keep this up all night if it kept Angel happy and free and forgetful of his troubles.

"Alright, just let me know when you've had enough," and with that, Husk tickled his pits harder than he did before, "But next time, just ask for this instead of purposely getting on my nerves. I'd rather just give you the love without the headache, okay baby?"

And he did.

It wasn't easy for Angel, but part of this new dynamic was learning to trust each other, hoping that the other would catch them when they fell. Every moment they spent together proved that they would.

But for now, all that was left was Angel's blissful laughter, Husk's light-hearted teases, and five nosy tennants listening in from beyond the door.

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The more tickle scenes I write, the harder it is to think of new things to say lol 😅

Thank you all so much for the kind feedback, you guys are why I write ❤️

[maternity-morningstar]

No no please no abortion! Please just talk to the others about it and see how they feel. Don't make any rash decisions. Yes it may be hard to add another little one to the mix but it'll be worth every little bit of it and then some.

Lucifer: *sighs, holding the card in his hand, glancing over at the room where Alastor, Husk, and Angel are with the babies* Maybe you're right... I shouldn't make a decision like this without talking to them first. We’re a family, after all, and they deserve to know.

He takes a deep breath, then walks over to where everyone is, his steps slow and uncertain. He stops in the doorway, watching Alastor gently soothe Cinnamon, Husk holding Maple, and Angel playing with Vanilla and the triplets.

Lucifer: *clears his throat, trying to find his voice* Uh, guys... there's something I need to talk to you all about.

They all look up, noticing his serious expression. Alastor shifts Cinnamon in his arms, giving Lucifer his full attention, while Husk and Angel exchange a curious glance.

Alastor: *concerned* What is it, darling? You look... troubled.

Lucifer: *nervously rubbing the back of his neck* I, um... I found out that I'm pregnant. Again.

There’s a brief silence before Husk speaks up, his ears twitching slightly.

Husk: *raising an eyebrow* Pregnant? Again? So soon?

Angel: *looking surprised, but with a small smile* Wow, Luce. Another one, huh? That's... a lot to handle.

Lucifer: *nodding, his voice a little shaky* I know. I... I wasn't planning for this, obviously. And I’ve been thinking about... other options. But... I don’t know. I wanted to talk to all of you first, see how you felt about it.

Alastor stands up, carefully putting Cinnamon down in her crib before stepping over to Lucifer, taking his hands in his.

Alastor: *softly* Lucifer, we're all in this together. No matter what you decide, we'll support you. I understand that you're scared—it's a lot. But I think... we can do this. We’ve made it work so far, and we’ll keep making it work.

Husk: *nodding in agreement, his voice gentle* Yeah. It’s gonna be tough, no doubt. But we’re a team, Luce. You don’t have to do this alone.

Angel: *grinning, giving Lucifer a thumbs up* Plus, think about how cute this one will be! We make adorable babies.

Lucifer chuckles, his eyes welling up with tears at their support. He pulls them all into a hug, holding on tightly.

Lucifer: *whispering, his voice cracking* Thank you, all of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you guys...

He takes a deep breath, feeling the fear lessen just a bit, knowing he isn't alone in this.

Lucifer: *softly* I think... I think I want to keep the baby. I just needed to hear that you all were okay with it.

Alastor: *kissing Lucifer’s forehead* We’re more than okay with it, my love. We’re in this together, every step of the way.

Angel: *smiling* Looks like we’re gonna need more baby clothes, huh?

Husk: *sighing, but smiling* And more cribs. It never ends, does it?

Lucifer: Maybe this time it’ll be a boy and Asher won’t be the only son anymore.

[fandomworld9728]

A Spider's Spawn - Chapter 2

"Charlie!"

"Dad!" Before he could get ahold of her, Charlie quickly moved them both outside. Making sure the door was closed, and no one had followed them, the princess turned to her now confused looking father.

"What's wrong, duckie?"

"...He's here, dad. Angel Dust." Before he could run, Charlie grabbed her father by the shoulders. "No, no, no! Don't go."

"He doesn't want to see me, Charlie. He made that very clear when he broken things off. And ignored all my calls. And my letters... Hells, he didn't even answer the royal summons! You know I barely use those."

"I know. But he's a resident of this hotel so it's not like you two are going to be able to avoid each other. This could be a great chance for you two to talk things out."

Talk things out? Lucifer had his doubts. What should he do? Pretend like he didn't know who Angel was? Play it cool and causal? Make a fool of himself and cling to the Sinner while crying?

All were horrible choices in his opinion. He would just have to leave it up to fate. Even worse option but the easiest one. Going inside with his darling daughter, Lucifer braced himself for whatever was about to happen.

~

Angel couldn't believe it! His Luci really was Hell's King, Lucifer! What the fuck was his afterlife turning into?

Now, was it a good or bad thing that the king had acted like he hadn't known the Sinner? On one hand, Angel had broken things off for good. So, it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that Lucifer acted that way. However, something was bugging him.

Behind all that adorable awkwardness and pretending to have never met before, the spider demon could have sworn he had seen something flash in those red eyes. Hurt and hope. Did this mean Angel still had a chance to fix things?

Oh, but what about whatever was building between him and Husk? Well, he could still apologize to Luci. He really did miss the dork and maybe they could still be friends. Right?

Deciding to take a chance, Angel caught the demon before he left to arrange that meeting for Charlie. Making sure they were alone, he lightly set a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "Uh... hey."

Surprised but unable to keep a smile off his face, Lucifer turned to his former lover. "Hey. It's uh... it's been a while. I thought... I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

"No! No... It ain't that I didn't wanna see ya. I did. I do. Always... But fuck I didn't want ya to get all mixed up in my mess or hurt because of me."

Relieved by the truth, Lucifer sat on the front steps of the hotel with the beautiful demon and held his face. "I'd gladly and willingly get tangled up in any mess of yours. Just say the word."

"Wow. Luci... you really know how to sweet talk someone. If things weren't so complicated, I would steal ya away just like old times."

"Complicated? How could things be-" Dread filled the Fallen Angel's body at the sudden realization, hands falling back to his sides. "You have someone else..."

"Luci-"

Not giving him a chance to speak, Lucifer rushed out his words. He didn't want to get in the way of whatever love and happiness his Sinner had found. Hopefully he would be allowed to be a part of his life again.

"You don't need to explain anything. It's okay. I mean, it's been over 200 years. Of course you have someone else. And I am so happy you found a soul that is so special to you."

"It almost sounds like I ain't gonna see ya anymore... again."

"Don't be silly. I'd only stay away from you if that's what you wanted. Besides, I'm going to be around to help out Charlie. SO, let's get to know each other all over again. This time as... friends."

It hurt. It hurt so much. But he wasn't being left behind this time. So, he could handle it.

"Right. Friends. Speakin' of Charlie, we gotta talk about her at some point."

"We will. But I have to go now. That meeting isn't going to set up itself."

"Yeah. It was good seein' ya, Luci." Kissing his goofy king's cheek, Angel went back inside. Making his way to his room, he tried desperately not to cry. No one needed to see him like that.

What a fucking mess this was.

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[angel-inrealtime]

almost makes you wish

I have a terrible habit of finding all these prompt lists and never posting anything I write from them because I blank on like one or two of them, but I think?? I really liked this one

This is day 8 from Yeehawgust 2023: Patrolling the Mojave Little bit of always a girl!Daniel Maxiel circa Melbourne 2023

1170 words of (past)hurt/(present) comfort (TW: mental health discussion, medication)

They’ve had most of the day together, doing promotional videos in Melbourne, when Max texts her his hotel number like she hinted at.

“No dice Maxy, I am out of commission. It’s like patrolling the Mojave desert down there.” Daniel announces as she flops back onto his hotel bed, dramatic as ever.

Max sips his Red Bull and weighs up his options. She looks better for the time at home in the sun, not as gaunt and haunted as she had by the end of last year. Her smile comes easier again like all it needed to do was recharge in the Perth sun. Her hair is longer, curls fanned around her face and down past her shoulders.

A pillow hits him in the face. “Hey, space cadet.” Daniel is leaning up on her elbows, eyeing him almost suspiciously. “I can, like...I can go, if you don’t want to...if this was just for...”

Max tuts and rolls his eyes, tosses the pillow back at her. “I just wanted to see you.”

Her face does something weird as soon as he says it. In true Daniel fashion though, she deflects with humour. “Aw Maxy, lil old me? I’m flattered.”

Max throws her the tv remote and settles on the bed next to her – leaves space for her to decide if she wants to curl up against him. “You of course aren’t old, Daniel.”

“I’m decrepit, Max. A husk. Wasting away right in front of my own eyes.” She’s laughing as she carries on, finds a movie they can put on in the background. “Do I go towards the light?” She grabs his arm, short nails painted red stark again his pale arm.

Max (so fond of her it feels like he could choke on it, actually – because he finds he knows that means she’s testing the waters, seeing if he wants her close) uses her own hand to yank her off balance so she falls against his chest. “No thank you, I think actually that would be very bad.”

She stills for a moment and then it’s like she melts into the contact, nestling into the crook of his arm and throwing one leg over his, easily like they do this much more often than they do. “Yeah, then you’d have to do all of your media stuff by yourself.”

Max rolls his eyes again. “And I would be sad for you to be gone.” His breath stirs her hair as they settle close to each other.

Daniel goes as still as she ever does, and Max can practically hear the wheels in her head turning.  Before she pushes herself up so she can look at his face, sitting heavy on his chest like one of the cats back home (Max wants to tell her that Sassy winds around his legs when they’re on the phone and she can hear Daniel’s disembodied voice, and she doesn’t do that for anyone else). “You mean that?”

“Yes, Daniel.” He keeps his voice light, schools his face open. He wants to roll his eyes and ask if she’s really that stupid, or if she really thinks so little of him, but he suspects it’s not the time.

Her lips quirk and she blinks until her eyes aren’t so glassy (Max is secretly glad; he doesn’t like it when she cries – no matter what he does it feels like the wrong thing). “S’good to know.” She says eventually, settling back down and tucking her head under his chin, closer than they were.

“Did…did you think differently?” He asks, hesitant before he decides it might be easier not looking at each other.

She shrugs, but he can feel her picking her thumb nail where the skin is already shredded to pieces. “Not...I mean...I know it in theory. Or...logically, let’s say. Just...sometimes it doesn’t...or didn’t, feel like it, you know? Not from you, just...depression brain, I guess.” She huffs a laugh which is more like a puff of air against his chest. “They make pills for that, though. Turns out.”

Max chews over different words in his head until it’s nearly been too long, he thinks. “You could have said, that it was so bad.” He settles on eventually.

Daniel tuts. “Kinda hard when you don’t even wanna say it to yourself.” She mutters, and then takes a deep breath. Max thinks she’s counting in her head, it’s so measured. “Sorry, I...I know I could have. Thank you. Of course I know.”

“Maybe you don’t, sometimes.” He ventures. “I think of course you are very tough and brave in racing, but you think all the time you have to be that way for everyone.” Max almost holds his breath, worried he’s said too much.

“Wow, exposed.” She mutters after a moment of silence that isn’t quite charged, but its weighty. “Nah you’re...” she rolls onto her stomach so she can look at him, hands on his chest again. “You’re right. I don’t...or, I didn’t always know that, though. I’ve been...working on it, I guess. In therapy and stuff. I’m...trying.”

Max can see something determined in her face that had gone missing, by the end of the last year, ground out of her. He reaches for the curl falling in front of her eyes and nudges it back with the rest. “You of course know there’s nothing wrong with you, though.”

Daniel snorts. “Debatable. That’s the whole...the antidepressants are why I can’t...like I can’t stress the Mojave desert enough.”

“I said already this was okay, Daniel.” Max narrows his eyes at her. “Unless that’s all you came for.”

It’s a calculated risk, to goad her into a response. He’s known her so much of his life, the whole time he’s been an adult. They’ve been doing some form of this for most of that time, too, around girlfriends and boyfriends and racing.

Daniel scowls at him, dark brows drawn together and pout on her full mouth. “Hey! That’s not fair, I just...I missed you, and...”

He grins, so wide it almost makes his cheeks hurt. “You missed me?”

Max has time to register the surprise on her face before she’s even more in his space, nose an inch away from his and her body draped over his chest (if he looked, he knows he’d see straight down the neckline of her shirt – he doesn’t, because it doesn’t feel appropriate, but he does think about it). “You’re a little shit, Verstappen.” Daniel declares, eyes dancing a bit.

His hands naturally fall to her hip and her waist and he tries to look innocent. “I of course learnt from you, so you only have yourself to blame.”

She laughs long and loud and close to his face, and he wakes up to her drooling onto his shirt hours later, TV switched itself to standby. He puts her phone on charge next to his and nudges her under the blankets even though she grumbles about it (but she throws a leg over his, murmurs thanks into the hollow of his throat).

[notmozzi]

kiriko porn

Kiriko Strap-On HCs + Oneshot (NSFW)

this was supposed to be just some headcanons but then i ended up writing an entire scene lol 🫶

also please don’t be this vague with your requests! this is just my friend, and i already know exactly what she wants.

enjoy!

When Kiriko wants to use the strap, it’s often unexpected. The two of you typically use your fingers and mouths on one another. She’s a bit shy whenever she asks because of this.

But you’re never afraid to decline her offer. Because when Kiriko puts it on, she knows how to use it.

She’s not a fan of penetration. She bought it just for you.

It IS pink.

She enjoys having you in the missionary position.

One of her favorite things about using the strap in this position is how free her hands are. She loves using them to bind your wrists above your head.

Kiriko always starts with slower, gentler thrusts, but the second you start making noises, she begins to feel nothing if not powerful inside of you.

The way your whines raise in pitch with every little movement inside of you is addicting to her. It doesn’t just turn her on, but it tells her she’s doing well. She’ll do anything to keep hearing you.

Kiriko knows your body like the back of her hand. She angles herself differently with each push inside of you to keep your body guessing; every slow yet heavy thrust sends sparks flying. You almost feel like you can’t breathe- still, you’re always gasping for more.

And when Kiriko’s feeling more primal, the way she handles you typically leaves you a sobbing, shuddering mess.

Kiriko is a sucker for romance but she is not afraid to fuck you senseless. She enjoys prying your legs apart and hovering over you, forcing you to hold eye contact with a hand on your throat as her length dives into the deepest parts of you.

Missionary isn’t all she’s tried and enjoyed.

Kiriko has most definitely pinned you to the wall, your legs wrapped around her waist and arms around her neck, gasping and pleading for more as she mercilessly pounded into you. You had hardly been able to walk the next morning without a painful ache.

She also enjoys having you ride her. You try to say this position is your way of “topping,” but being completely realistic, there’s no way you can confidently top Kiriko at all when she has a strap inside of you.

Your sessions in cowgirl often end in missionary. Kiriko tends to end up getting too worked up and wanting to rail you into the pillows. You’re not complaining, though.

What Kiriko loves the most about using the strap on you is how much control she has. Having you writhe beneath her while both of her hands are still free to choke you, bind your wrists, hold your legs apart and/or force you to look at her? It’s her dream come true.

And, once again, you’re not complaining.

———————

You keened, arching your back off the mattress and tossing your head into the pillows. Sheer bliss overtook your senses and you panted wantingly, opening your eyes little ways to see Kiriko staring down at you.

Your hands were pinned above your head by one of her own, while her other pressed gently against your lower stomach. You could hardly keep it together as each of her slow yet rough thrusts sent a weak moan flying past your lips.

Kiriko smiled tenderly, a smug glint in her eye. “Yeah? You like that?”

Another thrust. You whimpered, your core aching for more. You wanted her to go faster, but words weren’t an option for you right now.

“You like having my dick all the way inside of you, don’t you?” Kiriko slowly pulled out, the temporary loss making you sigh desperately, before she thrust again, seemingly harder than the last.

You moaned this time and your eyes shot wide open, the fire witin your body set ablaze and your legs feeling like jelly under Kiriko’s touch.

She’d definitely hit your g-spot.

“I love fucking you, Y/N.” She whispered, fucking husked, leaving you breathless and turned on as she pulled out and hit the same spot. You felt a smile nearly make its way onto your lips as the following thrust came sooner than you had expected.

Kiriko hit it again. And again. Over. And over. And over.

The bed beneath you began to subtly creak under the pressure, and you felt a flurry of cries build up within your chest. You fought desperately to keep quiet, the tiniest gasps, whines and whimpers falling past your lips. But Kiriko noticed this and was quick to fix it, leaning in close to you and watching you with a demanding glint in her gaze. She continued to pound into you, and the hand that had been on your stomach reached up to hold your chin. A single thumb made its way into your mouth and pried your lips apart, eliciting a whine from you.

She smirked, lust lacing her hushed words. “Let me hear you.”

Kiriko continued fucking into you with an insensity and speed that left you weak, your mouth now held open by her thumb. You lazily let your tongue lap at it but could hardly focus on that for too long before your blissful cries filled the room. You were too weak to speak, too weak to fight back your cries, and definitely too weak to thank Kiriko for finally ravaging you like you had wanted. All you could do was wrap your legs around her and pull her closer.

You felt a low growl escape her as she suddenly retracted her thumb and leaned in for a feverish kiss. The contact made your head spin and you moaned, causing her to deliver a particularly harsh thrust to what felt like your deepest walls.

“Fuck.” You gasped at the sensation, feeling a familiar coil wind up within you.

“Yeah?” Kiriko broke the kiss, making you hold her gaze a second time as her thrusts continued into a more sensual rhythm. “You wanna come, Y/N? Just for me?”

Another sharp thrust. You exposed your throat with a shuddering whine.

“J-Just for you.”

“I know, baby.” Kiriko wasn’t letting your dirty talking kink rest tonight. The way her tone made your core buzz even as it was continuously getting railed into was exhilarating. You were addicted, and Kiriko’s effect on you continued to bring you closer to climax.

“I’m…s-so close…” You practically sobbed, begging her to let you come even if she had never edged you in her life. It was the sense of dominance that she held over you - even if she’d never done it, you knew damn-well that she could. She had made that pretty clear to you, even if that wasn’t her intention.

“I love you so much.” Her voice was softer but the sensuality never went away. “Let go for me, Y/N. I’m here.”

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-

Her thrusts picked up in pace again and the second they did, you saw stars. A wave of shock overtook your body and you froze, arching your back and pressing your chest up into Kiriko’s as she hovered above you. A broken sob mixed with a pleading whine fell past your lips as your climax washed over you. Kiriko never stopped moving inside of you, she only slowed down, watching you with a gaze full of affectionate lust as she pressed comforting kisses all over your flushed face.

The way she was so quick to take care of you through your orgasm turned you on more and you whimpered into her ear, making her let out a soft laugh (likely to hide how it turned her on) and kiss you on the cheek.

As your release eventually dissipated into nothingness, all you could do was lazily open your eyes and watch your girlfriend slowly pull out of you. The sensation made you whine both out of desperation yet relief. You were left in such a state of haziness that you couldn’t even move your legs.

Kiriko was quick to assist, bringing your legs flat to the mattress and hovering back over you to press a kiss to your jaw. The words she spoke to you next had your eyes opening a little further in both surprise and sheer arousal.

“You did so well, Y/N.” You could hear the slight smirk on her lips. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

this was supposed to be longer but i got tired (and realized maybe this wasn't such a good idea) so i kinda bs'd this to just finish it up. sorry it doesn't look all that good lol

transcript of my shitty handwriting + more rambling under cut

panel 1:

len: rin, just leave him—

rin: NO! i'm not going to give up now—

len: i know you're upset, but all you're doing is—

rin: HE'S NOT GONE YET!

panel 2:

rin: i know he still remembers, he has to...

panel 3:

rin: kaito-san, it's me; rin. you tried singing one of len and i's songs the other day. you got the melody right, remember? meiko-san's birthday is soon. remember her? a few weeks ago you said you needed to buy her a present. what were you going to get her? do you remember? tell me.

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aight yea so this is what yall get for picking that ❄️📺❔🕚💾🪦 option on the poll (which btw was related to this drawing)

i'll just keep it simple: basically kaito gets dementia (or i guess the robot equivalent of it??). yeah.

not sure if this takes place on the cusp of v3 happening and just this specific kaito v1 module was unable to be updated for some reason? or if they're all still stuck in v2 and v3 hasn't happened yet/will not happen for a while... but i do know its def before v4 happened, so people like fukase and una don't exist yet

anyways though as you might expect, it pretty much sucks all around for everyone involved. not just the other 5 cryptonloids watching their close friend so previously full of life deteriorate into a husk of his former self, but for kaito himself too. he suddenly can't remember things like where he is or who the people around him are, and its incredibly frustrating b/c he knows he did have the memories at some point, its just as if they got misplaced... there's random bits of recollections that do come sometimes but as much as he tries to hold onto them they flicker and fade away just as quick as they appeared. left sinking back into a feeling of hopelessness that then becomes pure emptiness, as you can feel how you're losing yourself but there's quite literally nothing you can do

visually the static is used to represent a lot of that "foggy" feeling as things become more and more unclear, and given the robot/android nature it makes sense i guess? it's not really seen here but just as an actual machine might be when breaking down, his visual + audio processors begin to malfunction, causing a literal static overlay on his vision with faces/objects he can't recognize occasionally glitching out as well as constant white noise in his hearing and the sound of people talking to him becoming garbled and unintelligible. as time goes on he also loses his own ability to synthesize speech so aside from becoming withdrawn and quiet out of fear he'll say something that makes no sense, he then literally just becomes incapable of responding at all

again (as you might expect), the other cryptons aren't doing very well as this is happening. rin and len see kaito almost like a father, so watching one of your parental figures slowly march towards death is... not great. rin (as seen here) is still trying to hold on, because she swears kaito has had a few good days where he does recall more, where he seems much more like his old self, and maybe, just maybe if they wait a bit more he'll get better [tbh she's speedrunning the 7 stages of grief but goes between being stuck in some of the earlier stages its... not good]. len's grief on the other hand is manifesting itself in a way more similar to meiko's: he's not as distant as her, but he has already recognized that there's pretty much nothing that can be done and just wants to minimize kaito's suffering. len's just as shattered as rin though, but he's not showing it openly, figuring he has to accept it, as fighting against the grief like his sister won't help anything.

i just mentioned meiko so speaking of her: this is also probably extremely difficult on her, as, yknow, the counterpart v1 to kaito. she's withdrawn herself away from kaito, as she doesn't want to cause him pain in case he happens to recognize her, remember something about their relationship, but not comprehend what it means and just become confused/distressed. at least, that's what she says; it's more or so she can't bear to see him in this state, as he slowly loses more parts of himself, so she isolates herself in hopes the pain will be somewhat less when its all over, for having seen him less and not having false hopes of his recovery. that being said though she has definitely still been around him and tried to keep her composure... from kaito's pov, in moments of recollection, its disheartening seeing your wife close friend suddenly ignoring you, almost like she's mad or sad about something, but you can't remember why. did you forget to do the laundry? is it something unrelated? you want to ask her but she won't tell you; why? did she already and you just forgot? why...

miku's usual cheeriness has also crumbled, as even with rin's attempts, she can't find anything to be optimistic about in this scenario. she just feels this immense guilt, that she should've done something about this; she has influence as the most popular of the entire group, surely she could do something to make it all better. but aside from the arguments and indecisiveness regarding ethics and not wanting to do something without everyone's collective decision, she does know deep down its not her fault. maybe someone like one of the technicians or programmers would be more at fault, but she doesn't want to blindly throw accusations either, because surely they hadn't foreseen this happening either; nobody would intentionally throw in such a cruel fate for someone, it was an unfortunate system glitch that they were working to fix, but even if they did come up with a patch for it, it would be far too late for kaito at that point. she doesn't want to dwell too much on the logistics of it, miku just wants to be there for everyone else, because she knows how deep in despair the others are—she is too—and doesn't want their whole group to fall apart after such a devastating event.

as for luka: i would assume we're kind of actually seeing everything from her perspective, so as an audience lens she'd be more objective about presenting everything as it is without putting too much of her own bias/thoughts into it. but she's not completely unfeeling either. she tries interacting with kaito quite often, despite some of the others warning her about doing that too much. she tries talking to him about random things, not necessarily aiming to get him to remember anything in specific, though if any of his memories do surface in conversation she'll def address them and ask if he recalls anything more (and if not that's alright too). on some occasions she's been accused of being insensitive, but she doesn't want his death to be this huge tragedy, she would want him to be somewhat happy in his last moments. after everything that's happened, he deserves to leave in peace, in her opinion.

i've mentioned death a few times and there's a literal gravestone in the original emoji combo so safe to say, yeah, he dies. unfortunately the damage to his hardware is beyond repair from the critical/fatal errors and glitches, and it's decided that it'd be best to ultimately just deactivate him and delete all his files to not prolong any pain he might've been in for any longer. not exactly sure what would happen afterwards (aside from an obvious aftermath of the grief): if this is before/on the verge of v3 happening, there's the situation i thought about of them receiving a new replacement v3 kaito module, which has its own angst w/ it: its almost like seeing a fucking ghost, but it's not the same one they all remember, nor does it have all those memories. and this v3 kaito himself experiencing conflicted feelings as someone who was brought in to try and give back happiness to this group, only to seem to cause more despair for being so similar to someone long gone that he'll never truly replace. again though i'm not sure if i'd actually have that happen for the sake of everyone involved's sanity but it is something interesting to think about

i've been typing this for like 3 fcking hours now and i have no idea if this makes any goddamn sense lolol uhhh. like all my things it sounds way better in my head than when i actually put it on paper 😭 but congrats if you actually went thru the effort of reading all this. i might do more explanations like this of my things if anyone's interested, like of the other poll options, but we'll see

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.9: INSANE DUCKS pt.1|○

Last night was mad. As a summary, Angel went off to work, and he looked really bad when he came back. From what I gathered, Charlie pissed off his boss, and that made Angel angry? Or something along those lines. Husk didn't help. In fact, he seemed to just make him angrier, to the point where he stormed out. Then Vaggie got mad at Husk and told him to go find him. Husk obviously wasn't too happy with that arrangement. Then, if that wasn't enough, the two of them came in talking like a newly wedded couple, as if none of them were angry in the first place! I went to bed after charlie apologised a hundred times, and Angel basically said how he wasn't really angry at her.

SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT ABOUT???

I woke up late this morning and came down to a few things. First off, Charlie's even more of a mess than she was before. Actually, everyone looks like a mess. There's also decorations hanging everywhere, and they've let Niffty cook.. something. I spot Angel and walk up to him.

"Hey, what's all this for? What's going on?" I ask him.

"Oh, hey toots. Charlie's dad is coming in less than an hour." He said. That's it? All this for an old man? I'm about to question further, but Charlie calls out to me.

"Alex! Thank god you're awake! I would really appreciate it if you could get a cake! Niffty's making cookies, but I don't know how we'll that's going to go. Please?" I think about it for a moment. I mean, it means I'd have no chance of having to help decorate.. but I'll also be back in the streets of hell alone.

Yeah, I'm gonna do it anyway.

"Okay, sure then." I tell her.

"Yes, thank you!" And she pushes me towards the door, and before I step out, Vaggie taps my shoulder.

"Hey. If anyone does anything to you, punch them square in the neck. They'll be out like a light." She says. I nod, before leaving onto the streets.

I'm about maybe a mile down, when I realise, I have no clue where I'm going. I must've reached the main town as there's many buildings and people, and so I begin my search for some sort of shop that might sell a cake. In hell.

This is ridiculous.

I push and weave through people whilst trying to avoid fights, when one sinner catches my eye.

He looks old, with a round face, and hair that comes to two long spikes on either side. He wears a top hat that has two feathers sticking out of it, one having a patch on it. He has eyebags, like he hasn't got alot of sleep, and a similar face to the toaster I had seen on my first day. He's just.. staring at everyone walking by with a stern expression. Is he crazy? Insane, maybe? He doesn't move once. I try to ignore him, and continue in my search.

After what feels like an hour, I can't find anything. So, I go for the next best option. Cupcakes. The ones I got don't look very appetising, but they'll have to do. I begin my trek back, but once I past the spot where the old guy was, he's no longer there. Huh. Weird. I wonder where ye went..

When I arrive back infront of the hotel, I see a limousine parked out the front. Who owns a limo down here?

I re-enter the hotel, to see Alastor arguing with a really short guy dressed in white, with a massive top hat. Are tophats the new rage?

Charlue runs up to me.

"Alex, your back!" She says.

"Yeah, I am. I couldn't get a cake, so, I got cupcakes instead. That okay?" I ask. She nods and takes them off of me. The short guy turns around from Alastor and looks at me, and grows a smile. He walks up to greet me. He's proper tiny. I think Vaggie might be taller than him.

"Hello there" He says with a nervous smile. He extends a hand for me to shake, which I take.

"So.. are you Charlie's dad?" I ask as he shakes my hand quite alot, before letting go.

"Why, yes, I am! But you can call me lucifer!" And I froze. I'm not sure what I was expecting, since Charlie is the princess of hell, and this is her dad, but the name still sends shivers down your spine.

"Well uhh nice to meet you, Lucifer. I'm Alex"

I say after a moment. He just chuckles nervously.

"Yes, you too." He says, then alastor does the weird, teleporty thing with his shadows, over to us.

"Ah, Alex. Me and Charlie are going to take _our lord_ on a tour around the hotel. Have a drink ready for him coming back, will you?" He grits his teeth while saying 'our lord' and I swear that I can hear radio static. He does not like this guy. I nod, before mumbling an, 'it was nice to meet you' and just before I walk off, Lucifer pushes something into the palm of my hand before closing my fingers around it. He then walks away with Alastor and Charlie. I walk over to the bar and sit on a stool.

"One-" I begin, but Husk cuts me off.

"No" he says bluntly.

"It's not for me, idiot! It's for Lucifer." I say, rolling my eyes. He does as well, before walking off, hopefully to get a drink of sorts.

Then I remember I'm still clutching whatever Lucifer gave me, so I open my hand to see..

A bright yellow rubber duck. Huh. That's a bit random.

[catearedbeauty]

(Mostly) Hazbin Fic plots based off TTPD songs because I’m brain rotting

(Not all the songs are here, but quite a bit are, and this are free to use for inspiration or whatever as long as you link the fics to this post via reblog or comment and credit this post in the notes!! There's like, two Helluva Boss plots in here- Numbers correspond to what place the song is on the album according to spotify.)

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1. Fortnight - HUSKERDUST ANGST, so like, they were dating, yeah? After a while, a fortnight, if you would, they ended up getting separated due to their respective soul contracts, but they obviously have to pretend they aren't in love anymore, and the lyrics jump around between Husk and Angel's POV, in my opinion, but maybe they don't, I dunno!!

2. TTPD - This is basically Loser, Baby but with Angel singing to Husk, and I feel like Husk is old enough that he would unironically use a typewriter and he's gotta have a mental breakdown at some point, especially having to deal with Alastor and just....yeah, the Vibes!! The lyrics tell a big story here, so it's really easy to work with.

3. MBOBHFT - This is a really, really good angsty ValAngel song, because Angel IS his favourite toy and look at what happens. And the "Cause it fit too right/puzzle pieces in the dead of night/should've known it was a matter of time/oh, my boy only breaks his favourite toys" is just the SUMMARY of their relationships since Val WAS playing the role of a doting, loving boyfriend at first, Angel was head over heels until the contract was signed. And also "Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me" could be after Angel's redeemed? Maybe?

4. Down Bad - So it starts out ValAngel, right after Angel signs the contract and Val starts getting absolutely fucking awful. Obviously, Angel's still attached to Val, still has feelings for him, just a little bit of stockholm syndrome. And he's just venting to someone about everything and they try to get Angel to just leave Val but he can't because 1. the contract and 2. He still has feelings.

6. But Daddy I Love Him - This would be Molly centric, actually!! When they're still alive. A lot of mafia family's have arranged marriages from my understanding, and I imagine it's Anthony helping helping Molly sneak out to meet the man she truly loves and trying to argue with their father about letting Molly marry who she really wants and I imagine Molly is also a bit head strong and would pull the "I'm having his baby!" card to try to get out of the arranged marriage. You could make this a little angsty and have Molly get to marry the man she actually wants to after Anthony dies but that's optional, either way she ends up with her love at the end!!

7. Fresh Out The Slammer - Angel gets out of his contract with Valentino, and goes immediately to Husk and tries to strike a deal with him so no one but Husk can have his soul. He can agree or not, but there's probably a lot of flashbacks and parallels to how Val treated him compared to how Husk is treating him.

9. Guilty As Sin? - This one is honestly my favourite, since it's super soft, it's just straight HuskerDust fluff. Angel hasn't had a soft, pure love in a while, but he doesn't want to mess up his friendship with Husk, and he genuinely feels like he's sinning or doing something wrong wanting something like that with him because Husk (in Angel's eyes) makes it clear he and Angel are just friends but Husk is also in love with Angel but doesn't want to feel like he's forcing him into anything and I feel like this could end in very, very soft, fluffy, hand holding, tooth rotting smut because this song does have pretty unsubtle references to getting off in it so I just feel like this plot should be SOME level of smutty, even if it's just Angel by himself thinking of Husk.

10. WAOLOM? - This has big, big Blitzø energy and I can't really place why but it does (I think it's because of the circus line?) and he is canonically just a mess and just keeps it under wraps aside from a few seconds around Stolas and Loona (and maybe someone else I'm forgetting) but just- Yeah! I also thought of this thing where he accidentally bit a kid that jumped in the ring when Blitzø was first performing and it scared him, so they treated him like a dangerous animal and actually ripped out all his teeth because his dad is obviously not interested him, he rented Blitzø with for a slim fit condom and a wadded up $5 and just it just angsty and Blitzø is very much having a whole breakdown.

11. I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) - ValAngel, but it's just the fluffy, honeymoon stage where Val is just a little bit Val, but he's not bad bad, he's just a man at that point, and the people who know how Valentino actually is are trying to warn Anthony how he actually is and Anthony just doesn't listen, and Val being manipulative obviously "cleans up" his act so Anthony thinks he actually fixed him, and gets suckered into the contract, and then the "Woah, maybe I can't" moment hits and it hits HARD.

12. loml - Angel looks back into the honeymoon phase he had with Valentino, and it falls into a toxic loop of them getting back together, having another honeymoon phase, Angel falling hard again, and then Val fucks up again and it goes over and over, and I imagine it FINALLY ends for the final time when Angel moves into the hotel and Val's treating Angel as solely a toy now and Angel's hurting because "You said I'm the love of your life/About a million time" and it gets ANGSTY

13. ICDIWABH - Honestly, this is pretty much just poison with different words, but I would love to see people's take on it!!

14. TSMWEL - I imagine this as sort of Angel's thought process if Valentino ever finally replaces him as his favourite, because while Angel would be really happy he isn't the main target now, he would also be confused and hurt, because he was Val's display piece ("You hung me on your wall/Stabbed me with your push pins/In public, showed me off/Then sank in stoned oblivion) or honestly it could be that Val is giving Vox all his attention since those two are a situationship and Val "breaks up" with Angel and I know these are two separate plots but my brain is full on stream of conscience typing here.

15. The Alchemy - HUSKERDUST FLUFF AGAIN!! But also a bit of angst, I imagine Angel checks himself into an actual, professional rehab center at Charlie's recommendation since I imagine most rehab centers have a way you can safely wean off the drugs instead of going cold turkey and Angel is there a WHILE, and then when he gets back to the hotel, he still has the same feelings for Husk and they just have this chemistry and it gets all soft and sweet, Husk immediately runs from behind the bar to Angel and just!! It's just fluffy and cute and Husk is so proud of Angel!!

16. Clara Bow - Another one where Angel is free from Valentino, and it has a bit of a messy timeline, since it's basically Angel slowly separating himself from being a pornstar and regaining who he was before with his friend's help and there's three sections "You look like Clara Bow", "You look like Stevie Nicks", "You look like Taylor Swift" and I know this isn't REALLY the plot of the song, but the three things are all spaced out and I imagine the last one is maybe a hundred or so years after Angel's quit and someone comes up to him and says something, "You look like Angel Dust" and yeah!! Alternatively, those three sections could be different people trying to pull Angel back into bad deals since he is a big, recognizable star and it's closer to the line of the song about being "The next big thing" and all that and yeah!! Take it as you will.

17. The Black Dog - Angel doesn't sign Val's contract, so Val kicks him out. They never really got out of the honeymoon phase due to this, so Angel's taking it harder than he would in any other situation, and Angel sees Val around hell with other girls, and he's just hoping that no one Val sees will be as good as him and Angel is just so jealous and it's angsty and Angel probably does a lot of self destruction-

18. imgonnagetyouback - Huskerdust break up fic, but they aren't really broken up, they had a bad fight or something so they're avoiding each other and Angel's fallen back into his old ways of ABSOLUTELY destroying Husk's boundaries, dressing slutty as hell around him, the works. Husk eventually forces Angel to sit the fuck down and they talk out their problems. Husk also extends the break because of Angel's bullshittery before, but it has a happy ending (or they could fully break up because of Angel's toxic, clingy bullshit, either way!!)

20. Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus - Stolblitz!! Basically, this is from Stolas POV after Blitzø calls off their deal or just stops seeing him outside of "transactional" reasons and Stolas is just pouring his heart out into a journal that Blitzø will never see, there's tear stains on the pages, and Stolas probably has Blitzø's location because of the grimoire so he knows he's going out to places with other people and it's just angsty and sad (I actually on really on the fence about this ship, I feel like they work better as FWB's, if that?? I dunno yet!!)

21. How Did It End? - I'm imaging after human AU, since Husk and Angel were around at the same time, and they get close since I seen another post point out the mafia was probably in LA a lot, so after Anthony got away from the mafia, he moved to go be with Husk, his family did NOT like that, ended up tracking down Anthony and killing him in front of Husk for betraying the family name and running off to be with some queer you know how that time was and they only let Husk live because NOW he has to continue his life knowing he was inadvertently the reason Anthony was killed, and of course Husk goes on to live his life, getting married, having kids, telling them about Anthony. And then they meet again in hell years later, and neither of them recognize the other, or maybe they do! Maybe there's just some little quirk, you can pick the ending!!

22. So High School - Huskerdust acting like love struck teenagers and sneaking around hiding their relationship from everyone in the hotel, making out on the bar, secret hand holding under blankets during movie night, literally just acting like high school sweethearts!! This is probably work for any ship, but Huskerdust really hits because Angel is truly in love for the first time in a while and so is Husk so they both just are all soft and awkward and it's just cute!!

23. I Hate It Here - Angel tells Husk about where his thoughts wander to when he's dissociating, and Husk listens, as a bartender should. Angel also gets too drunk and lets everything slip he'd never told anyone else, and Husk is just being Husk! Take that as you will.

25. I Look In People's Windows - More Stolblitz, but this time Blitzø actually cares about Stolas, but Stolas can't see Blitzø anymore because he has to make things work being royal and all that and so Blitzø never sees Stolas anymore and has had to disband I.M.P because the grimoire obviously went with Stolas, but Blitzø is still searching for Stolas because he just wants to talk to him, even if it's just one last time.

26. The Prophecy - This is honestly just a standard Overlord Husk fic where Angel asks Husk to win his soul from Valentino, but it could be a twist where Valentino wins and ends up with Husk's soul, and Angel is just horrified because he caused this and is begging whatever power in out there to turn back time but of course, things can't be undone and what's done is done. And of course, Val probably keeps Angel and Husk as far apart as possible, just to be a fucking dick.

28. Peter - Huskerdust childhood friends AU, probably also human AU!! They make a promise to each other that when they get older, they were going to help each other out of their respective bad situations, but the situations get worse after they separate, and Anthony ends up dying before they ever see each other again. Husk, of course, doesn't know that Anthony's dead, so he spends the rest of his life trying to find him, only to meet him again in hell and he finds out that's he's Angel now, and Husk feels so bad because he had made a promise years ago to get Anthony out of bad situations and he broke it without even knowing it and it gets so soft with Angel just reassuring him and Husk is just sobbing and it's just aaaaa!!

31. The Manuscript - From Molly's POV after Anthony dies. I imagine she went a little mad after that, since they were close, so she didn't know what to do with herself so she went and got herself into a not so good relationship, ended up pregnant, so she was forced to marry him, they ended up splitting, she went back to live with her family, and she just kept getting into relationship after relationship and her life keeps spiraling until she feels like it isn't her life anymore and I'm pretty sure she's Catholic so she goes to the confessional and confesses everything, goes home and digs out all the letters Anthony had written her when he was still alive, and I'm going to leave the ending open and vague since the way I thought was a bit triggering but yeah-

If you read this far, uh....hi?? If you have any plots you wanna share, feel free to put them in the reblogs or comments or whatever, I've just been thinking a lot and I'm probably not gonna write any of this, so I figured that maybe someone would wanna use these plots??

[igglemouse]

Episode 1 ~ Sheep’s Clothing

Overall, he does seem nice. I’m not at all fooled by that as no one lies more than a vampire, trust me on this, I think I’m likely the leading human expert on the species since I’ve miraculously lived long enough to know a few and learn about their behaviors. Vampires lie right when they open their mouths around 80% per numerous studies. Trust me. 

“So where are you from?” I dare to ask. “How old are you, really?”

“Around a thousand years, if you want to get technical about it,” he starts but stops when he sees the look on my face. “I know, I know, that should make me very very strong but if you know your vampire history then you are aware that back then many of us were put to rest-”

“Put to rest?” Actually, I knew little ‘vampire history’ so he has me there. 

“The old masquerade rules were that only so many of us should be alive at a time, that way we don’t errmmm, you know,” yeah, bleed their food source dry, literally. “Any ways, my maker had made me by mistake and she had two options. She either destroy me, which was impossible for her, or she put me to rest. Which was to stake me and throw me into a coffin and be done with me.”

“Ah,” that made sense. If you don’t know some of the graveyards you see are filled with vampires waiting to be launched into the present world, that I knew, and also another tip was that staking doesn’t necessarily kill a vampire. It has to be through the heart but a stake anywhere else will paralyze that part of the body. To completely paralyze a vampire then you simply stake them through the spine and there you go. They can no longer move. “How was it? Did you spend thousands of years looking at the lid of your coffin?”

“No, maybe for a few days or so. I pondered my existence, as you can imagine but eventually I decided to sleep. The body without blood turns to something akin to a skeleton with flesh wrapped tight around it and one night, you become nothing but a husk and...when your father needed ‘soldiers’ I was dug up, splashed with blood, fed blood and...”

And here he was, trying to win my favor. At least he was trying to do it without any cheats although I doubt he has mental powers like my father does. At least that’s what others claim, it’s odd that he’s never used them on me. 

“Let’s move on from the past,” he says. “let’s focus on the future.”

“Good call.” 

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[slippinmickeys]

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (31/?)

The husk of the rover was still caked in dust, which built up around the edges of the windows in frost-like clumps. The air inside now had a permanent tinge of boiled eggs and the cots dipped in the middle, hewn to the center mass of the two people who slept in them. The table they sat at to eat had a permanent scratch and the lab had a drawer that wouldn’t quite close. The computers hummed, the oxygen scrubbers hissed; everything seemed worn and lived in. Maybe a little grubby.

Scully took in all these details as she looked at the screwdriver Mulder held up, as she marked the moment when she knew everything was not as it should be. Something was happening, something that had long been brewing and was of ill intent. Phobos and Deimos–Fear and Dread–looked down from the heavens above them, oblong and pitted, trapped in Mars' gravitational embrace.

She drew in a breath. “Oh my God, Mulder.”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding a little breathless.

“Is that scorching or blood?”

He squinted at it, then set it down on the table where it lay in a round pool of light. “Scorching, I think.”

“Still. Jesus.”

“What the fuck is going at the HAB, Scully?”

That was the real question, wasn’t it , Scully thought.

While Mulder stood there with most of his hardsuit still on, Scully walked over to the cockpit terminal and again tried to bring up comms with the HAB. Nothing . Mission Control. Nothing .

“Is Robo-3’s motherboard working in any capacity?” she asked, turning back to him.

“Well, I mean, up until about five minutes ago, it was at least still capable of mobility. Why?”

“We could try to patch through comms to the HAB and Mission Control on it,” Scully said.

“From every readout I’ve looked at, the rover isn’t the problem,” Mulder pointed out.

“Readouts can be wrong.”

Mulder gave her a long look. “Okay,” he finally said, “let me see what I can do.” He swiped a rover laptop off the table and grabbed his helmet, shoving it back into place. He was through the airlock before Scully could check it.

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The unease he felt was beginning to resemble that of having his foot locked in a trap. There was no safe haven, no place to go. Something deeply troubling was going on or had gone on at the HAB, and they were not entirely safe here, either. They were running out of supplies—had only a couple weeks worth left—and Scully was pregnant and stuck in a tin can with a man that likely couldn’t save her if anything went wrong. Their options were few, and he still didn’t know how Scully was feeling about any of them.

Mulder approached Robo-3, whom he’d set to standby mode. The HAB robotic assistants drew most of their power from a stationary dock at the base, but each was equipped with an array of solar panels that had been swept clean by the wind. The old NASA rovers Spirit and Opportunity far outlived their planned 90-day missions, due, in large part, to the strength of the Martian wind, which kept their solar panels clear and absorbent for six years in the case of Spirit, and fourteen for Opportunity. The large assistance robot likely would have kept trundling along for years if Mulder and Scully hadn’t come across it. Mulder, pulling open the hatch to the control station, wondered why it was out here in the first place.

While not a mechanical whiz, Mulder did have some training and a fair bit of game. He cleaned out the connections with compressed air from the rover, set things to rights as best he could from eyeballing the motherboard, and connected the rover’s laptop to the assistant.

He typed a few commands and found the robot responsive, but laggy, like a teenager getting out of bed.

“Robo-3, report,” Mulder said, reengaging the voice commands, which had for some reason been turned off.

“Robo-3 r-r-reporting,” came the voice of the machine on a squelch of feedback. Each robot was assigned a different voice—Robo-1 a cool, female voice with a posh British accent, Robo-2 a deep, round male voice that Mulder always thought sounded a bit like James Earl Jones, and this one, a higher tenor that, with a new glitchy, pitchy mechanical stutter, made him sound exactly like Max Headroom. “H-how can I assist you, M-Mulder?”

“What is your current assignment?”

“My assignment is to assist N-N-N-Nerio.”

“Right, but I’m asking what task you are currently on.”

“N-no task. D-deprogam.”

“Deprogramming is not necessary. I’m trying to determine why you’re out here.”

“N-no task. D-deprogram.”

Mulder felt his blood pressure rise. Something was obviously not right with the machine. He double checked the laptop, which showed no major errors, and sighed.

“Robo-3, what is your current location?”

Robo-3 rattled off their coordinates. Mulder, double-checked his heads up display and found that they were correct.

“How did you get out here?”

The robot didn’t respond, and Mulder could hear a high whine of a fan start running somewhere in the machine’s innards.

“You’re extremely far from the HAB, Three,” Mulder pointed out. “Why?”

“Intercept.”

“Intercept what? Intercept who? Scully and me?”

“Affirm-affirm-affirmative.”

“Who gave you the order?”

“N-no task. Deprogram.”

“Do not deprogram!” Mulder was practically yelling now. He took a deep breath, trying to overcome his frustration. He was getting nowhere. He needed to find out whether or not the machine could contact the HAB or Mission Control. That was the important thing.

“Robo-3 are your communication arrays functional?”

“Affirmative.”

“Call the HAB, please,” Mulder said, his pulse beginning to pick up.

On top of the robot, the small satellite dish motor clicked several times and turned a half inch. Mulder could hear what sounded like gears grinding.

“N-no task. De-deprogram.”

“Call Mission Control.”

“D-deprogramming.”

“Do not deprogram!” If Mulder hadn’t been wearing a helmet, he would have been squeezing the skin at the apex of his nose between thumb and forefinger. “Robo-3, stand by.”

“S-standing by.”

Mulder stood for a moment until he was confident the robot wouldn’t attempt to deprogram, reset, or set itself back into motion, and then blew out another frustrated sigh, unhooked the rover’s laptop and headed back for the airlock.

When he re-entered the rover, Scully wasn’t in the cockpit, and so he set about removing his hardsuit on his own, having to bang on several pieces in order to get them to disengage. Finally fully out of his suit, he cracked his neck and made for the back half of the rover. When he walked through the accordion-like articulated section, he saw Scully, half bent over the lab table, grimacing.

“Scully?” he said, his breath leaving him in a rush.

“Mulder?” she said, looking up and connecting eyes with him. “Something’s wrong.”

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

My Favorite Hazformers OTP & Those I Would Ship...Part 1

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Blitzwing x Husk, also known by their ship name Blitzhusk...

is my OTP, yeah it is Fanon, and in canon they have never met, but I don’t care....I SHIP IT!!! yeah, the reference I’m making there has to do with that ship song....it fits.

and while I may ship Octavia and Soundwave, but I believe they should still start out as friends, something like Steven and Connie’s relationship, and it doesn’t get to the romantic level to where they end up as boyfriend and girlfriend, until they matured a bit more...

so Soundwave is I guess the Steven, and Octavia is the Connie...

like Garnet had said before “love at first sight isn’t real, and love takes time.”

which is proven with Blitzwing and Husk, as it took time for them to fall in love, and they did start out as just friends, and are still are friends.

and as weird as it might sound, I couldn’t help but have thoughts of wanting to ship Angel Dust and Swindle....

and there is the strange thoughts that pop into my head of them dancing to the song “Rhytm Divine” by Enrique Iglesias.

but then there is the whole Optimus Prime, like ya know from TFA as well...

like he isn’t a Himbo Prime or the type of Prime that seems to ignore how corrupt the council is, and Megatron from Transformers Prime had a right to be mad but it wouldn’t of hurt him or Optimus to understand that the council was corrupted and would of course possibly use Optimus like a pawn and not thing for the lower class of the caste system will change, and it will only seem like it getting better, but really it isn’t....

Optimus from TFA, might do a bit better than some other versions of himself, even if some ya can still like, but not agree with their poor actions.

and I am still for saying “Frag The Elite Guard!”

like taking a cube of energon and throwing it to the ground, and yelling out Frag The Elite Guard!  

it be funny if Blitzwing got drunk enough and think back to how corrupt some of the Elite Guards can be, and if he hears like Optimus talking about the elite guard, he could stand up with a bottle of whatever he is drinking...

and throws it down and yells out “Frag The Elite Guard!”

and some others start to join in, even Swindle and maybe some demons who have no idea what they are saying, but they think it’s fun anyway.

and it be like when it gets to the point when surprisingly certain Elite Guards do end up appearing, and maybe some of the police...

and Megatron could be that guy from the funny story, who has a baby (which depending on the baby, it could be Soundwave or Sari, and Sari is technically Soundwave’s big sister....) he could throw something like a bottle to the ground and yell “scatter!”

like this weird thought being a reference to that one story a guy talks about, that he went to a party and it getting pretty crazy, and then him yelling out “F*** The Police!”

anyway is it weird I would also want to ship Optimus x Angel Dust...?

not sure if I would ship them, but I wonder how Shockwave and Cherri Bomb would react to each other...?

she would probably give him the same disrespect she gives Sir Pentious...

and if they were shipped either platonic or romantic, maybe their ship name would be either Cherriwave or ShockBomb. XD

does both of those ship names sound like a soda drink, it’s not just me who thinks that right...?

maybe those two shouldn’t be left alone, Cherri might end up get Shockwave into throwing those cherry bombs off some roofs.....

“he was so mild, until she drove him wild~!”

yeah, not 100% how those lyrics go, but I do like that song “good girls go bad” by cobra starship.

and even if it is highly unlikely Shockwave would grow found of a organic or slowly fall in love with one, but if he did, I would imagine Blitzwing and Swindle giving him a smug look...

I’m going to make this into a Part 1 of my thoughts of my OTP of Hazformers (which Hazformers is by Blitzy-Blitzwing) 

also like I said in the post before this one, that freaky thing with the radio happen again, but it might only happen once in a while, like having moments when it does start to do that freaky thing, like when I put my hand over it, it starts to have a better signal, but when I take it away the signal becomes a bit poor....still freaky, but it might not happen very much, and it will not be affect by me at times.

still reminds me of Alastor,  but anyway if that freaky thing that has been happening with the radio happens again, I can always talk about it maybe once in a while or like a little bit.

don’t know how many others who had experience the same thing.

anyway, I might post a theory about a show or movie or video game in the next post, but not right now...it might have to wait until tomorrow.

I will talk more about my OTP thoughts, and even talk about how adorable I think Blitzhusk are together, and also maybe about the whole Cherriwave or ShockBomb and the whole thought about what would Optimus and Angel’s ship name would be if they were ship together....

Angel and Swindle, would be Swindust, like it being Swin-Dust....but maybe it would be platonic...?

anyway I can talk more about this ship another time, I will make a part 2 of this...

also even if it doesn’t happen like Blitzhusk, I hope some like the ship names “Cherriwave” and “ShockBomb” and the ship names having to do with Cherri Bomb and Shockwave. XD

which once again, their ship names do sound like soda drinks to me.