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The fact it’s Alex FUCKING Hirsch doing the ultrasound I cannot FUCKINg BRE A THE
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Hazbin Hotel fanfic/fanart: Desperate Maneuvers (part 1 of 4?)
Title: Desperate Maneuvers (part 1 of 4?)
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Alastor/Vox
Summary: (Regency AU) The once prestigious LeClaire family has of late fallen on trying times. So trying, as it happens, that the family's eldest son, Lord Alastor, begrudgingly agrees to enter into an arranged marriage with a wealthy commoner, a Mr. Voxley Smythe.
Notes: Part 1 of this fic was written for the Bapple's Orchard discord server's regency era AU collab, Pride Ring and Prejudice. (Server run by @bapple117.) This was originally supposed to be a contained scene, but I think it'll have two more parts plus an epilogue. If you find this post through a reblog, then check back to the original post which I will update with links as the other parts are finished. The story is also on AO3 too if you'd rather follow there.
This fic is a Regency AU, more or less. However, my regency knowledge is rather rusty, and also the setting is like some weird mash-up of canon and regency England. i.e. All the characters are still demons, and there's at least a little magic. And yes, Vox still has a TV head; it is what it is. Also, also same-sex marriage is totally fine, lol; the drama and angst come from classism and the characters being emotionally constipated.
A brief note on ages, Alastor is 30, and Vox is 28.
Fic is under the cut, and I also drew the end scene of part 1.
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"Aunt Rosie, this is degrading," Alastor protested softly, still seated on the padded leather bench of the coach. "I have no wish to be a public spectacle." He could hear the distant sounds of people as well as the faintest strains of music, and Alastor, previously inured to his fate, now found himself possessed of a certain anxiety, fluffy ears pinned back against his head.
His aunt sighed, expression sympathetic but strained. "Alastor, dearest, I need you to step down from this carriage. Right now." Rosie was already on the ground having been assisted by a footman. "The other coaches need to come through, and you are holding up the line."
Alastor took a shaky breath to steady his nerves before sliding closer to the door, but he showed no sign of exiting. Ever a font of patience, his long suffering aunt gentled her tone. "Alastor, for me, please, come out. Why, I hardly recognize anyone here so I doubt they'll recognize us!" It was such a baldfaced lie, unbefitting of any lady but especially one of Rosie's status. However, the falsehood did give Alastor enough momentary hope that when Rosie extended her hand to her only nephew's elbow, he permitted her to carefully but insistently tug him from the coach.
In the next moment, Alastor had set foot on the carefully tended gravel pathway to Battlehill Manor. "Good luck, sir," Husk called from the driver's seat, and Alastor spared him a tight nod before the cat demon was obliged to drive on. Husk was also Alastor's valet and sometimes butler--the LeClaires struggled to keep staff ever since the incident seven years ago.
Now truly abandoned to the capricious whims of fate, Alastor squared his shoulders and faced the stately manor ahead of them. It would seem there was no way out but through. Composing himself as best he could, Alastor offered his arm to his aunt who graciously accepted, allowing him to lead them to the manor entrance even though they both knew the way. The Carmines were distant cousins so Alastor had visited their estate several times as a child, though no invitation had been extended for some time. No, even tonight's festive occasion had less to do with Alastor and more to do with his intended husband, a certain Mr. Voxley Smythe. The two men were to meet tonight and announce their engagement. Lady Carmine was graciously hosting the ball on Voxley's behalf since he had no land or title of his own. What he did have, apparently, was a very lucrative business deal with the Carmines.
Lady Carmilla herself was there to greet them in the foyer. "Lord Alastor, Lady Rosie," she nodded respectfully to them both. "A pleasure to see you as always."
Another unnecessary falsehood. Alastor smiled through it, greeting her in kind. "We must kindly thank you again for your assistance in this matter and apologize for any trouble it may have caused."
She smiled politely back. "No trouble at all, Lord Alastor. Indeed, all the guests seem to be in high spirits."
The three demons made pleasant enough small talk for a few minutes before Rosie inquired after Alastor's betrothed. "Has Mr. Smythe arrive yet by chance?"
"No, alas, he is late," Carmilla replied with the faintest whiff of irritation. "Some important business or other. He is often engaged in work."
"Ah, that is quite alright then," Rosie said sweetly. "We'll go in, shall we? We ought not keep you from your other guests."
Carmilla stepped aside so that the two aristocrats might step past her. "Yes, please enjoy yourselves. I believe the dancing has already begun."
Alastor and Rosie both expressed their delight again before stepping into the hall proper. As soon as Carmilla was sufficiently far away, Alastor immediately set his sights to criticisms.
"He isn't even here yet? I cannot believe my situation has come to this," Alastor whispered, sotto voce. He almost needn't have bothered. Every soul around the two LeClaires was giving them a wide berth as if they were stricken with some loathsome contagion.
"Now Alastor, try to seek out a happy moment or two--for Nifty's sake if not your own. A dance even! Your dear little sister would love to be here. Ah, if she had her way, she'd debut tomorrow, the scamp."
Alastor scowled for only a second before schooling his face back to its proper smile. "Then let Nifty marry; she's the poor soul who actually desires such a union." If Alastor had his way, he would have chosen to never marry at all. After the deaths of his parents, his dowager aunt had resumed the mantle of family head while Alastor had been preoccupied with his school studies. At present, the two demons shared the load--meager as it was now--until such a time as it could be passed to Nifty or her future children.
Regardless of the gravity of their words, Rosie's serene countenance never wavered as the two LeClaires meandered around the outskirts of the party. "Nifty's enthusiasm for matrimony is commendable, but she's yet several years too young, and we are facing financial destitution now. And since that's your fault, dear, I am going to need your help fixing it." Her voice was a calm but ironclad murmur that only Alastor could hear. "Furthermore, Nifty's prospects are hardly ideal. Your present sacrifice may yet wipe some of the stain off our family name."
"How noble of spirit I must be," Alastor quipped dryly.
"Please, Alastor."
Lord, how it pained him to disappoint her. "You actually liked Uncle Franklin," he said sullenly nonetheless.
She laughed with genuine mirth at that. "Your late uncle and I were lucky, dear. Mayhaps you might be too. Stranger things have come to pass."
"Hmm, perhaps." Luck had thus far evaded Alastor, and he rather much doubted that he ought to find it in the arms of some crass lout, but he would soldier on regardless. He did not wish to ruin his aunt's night with needless quarrels.
Rosie walked with him until they had reached a long row of chairs set against the main hall's far wall. A number of guests sat at varying intervals, some catching their breath from dancing and others waiting earnestly to be asked. "Will you be alright here for a bit, Alastor?" Rosie inquired as he took a seat. "Since Mr. Smythe is not yet arrived, I was hoping to catch up with Earl Zestial..."
Ever the dutiful nephew, Alastor kept his forced smile in place and waved her on. "No need to concern yourself with my moods, Aunt Rosie. I suspect none shall endeavor to move me from my seat."
She offered one last rueful smile before disappearing into the slowly growing crowd. Alastor was left to lean against the wall, listen to the music, and try to remain calm. As he suspected, while some in attendance shot him curious or apprehensive looks, no one dared approach him. Alastor cast his eye about too, wondering if he might find his intended before Rosie did--or rather that the other demon would find him. Uncaring of the engagement proceedings, Alastor had no idea what this Voxley looked like and only knew a little of his exploits.
Yes, his soon-to-be husband, Voxley Smythe, some upstart commoner who had made a fortune for himself expanding trade routes for the East India Company before returning to England and making his fortune twice-over in various newfangled factories. And now—like some bloated carrion bird—he had come seeking a nest to roost in and a title to go with it. Of course, what better way to secure said estate and title than to marry for it?
In this rapidly churning industrial age, destabilized aristocrats teetering on the edge of financial insolvency were hardly scarce. Alastor had merely thought his infamous reputation would've kept him off the bargaining table. Either this Voxley didn't know about the rumors concerning Alastor's involvement with the royal family, or more likely, he didn't care. Surely the man could not be so unseemly that only Alastor would have him? In truth, the deer demon did not know. After initially consenting to the written proposal, Alastor had left the matter of negotiations entirely to Rosie.
Fortunately for the LeClaire family, Voxley had no children of his own, and his and Alastor's union would not produce any; thus Nifty would still remain the next in line to inherit what was left of the family's property and good name. Voxley's monetary contributions would keep the LeClaires afloat and replenish their coffers, and in return the man could leverage all the political and social benefits that came with a noble rank. In some manner, it was a relief that Alastor was simply a means to an end, not a desirable aspect himself. A prickly and solitary composer, the young aristocrat had hardly been overburdened with social ties even before his fall from grace. With any luck, Voxley would spend most of his time in London overseeing his various business enterprises and leave Alastor in peace at his ancestral home in the countryside.
Alastor cast a wary look about the large room once more. Zounds, what was taking the man so long? Imagine being late to a party in one's honor; Alastor found it rude and ungentlemanly.
Although…allowing himself a little ungentlemanly moment as well, Alastor at last gave into the desire to be elsewhere. No one stopped him as he slipped out of the spacious drawing room, up a small staircase, and down a side hall towards where he knew a veranda should still be, assuming Carmilla hadn't made any recent renovations to the manor. But no, it was still there.
Alastor sighed, leaning on the thick balcony railing and glancing out over the dark countryside. Every so often the moon would peek out from behind the clouds, bathing well-maintained gardens and the distant woods in a silvery glow. Crickets chirped faintly, and Alastor could hear the dance music from downstairs, the windows having been opened to the cool, spring night air. The young aristocrat drummed his fingers to the beat of a violin solo, feeling the distant echo of his own magical powers but as ever, he was unable to summon them. So lost in thought was Alastor that he scarcely noticed an interloper on his solitude.
"Hey."
Red ears perked up and swiveled, and Alastor's eyes widened at the familiar voice. Turning around, his gaze beheld some strange amalgamation--a ghost of his past decked out like an omen from the future. The Victor Owens now before him was a far cry from the timid, obsequious clockmaker's apprentice that Alastor had for some time befriended whilst studying at Eton. Now Victor moved with easy confidence, walking towards Alastor as if he had every right to do so. More surprisingly was the other demon's clothing. He looked like a proper gentleman now, smartly tailored in the latest fashion of London. Alastor felt vaguely embarrassed for his own expensive but now threadbare suit, but something new had been a bit out of his means at the moment.
Alastor forced himself to incline his head politely which Victor did in kind. "My, but it has been some time since last we spoke." Since last we fought, Alastor thought, remembering their messy parting of ways nearly a decade ago. Though he had seen Victor about town after that day, the two of them had pointedly ignored each other. Then when Alastor had gone from Eton, he had scarcely thought of Victor at all. University studies of music and sorcery at Oxford and later a more...specialized tutelage in Windsor had kept him busy. At least until everything had fallen apart.
"It has been some years, yes." The slightly younger demon came over to the balcony, leaning against it too.
Alastor nodded in acknowledgment, but otherwise he had nothing to say to his former 'friend' and thus allowed the brief conversation to lapse into awkward silence. However, Victor did not quit his presence, and so the two demons stared out into the dark countryside together.
"Are you alright?" Victor inquired after a moment, politely neutral. "You seem a bit...harrowed."
Alastor managed a thin smile. So they would be playing the part of amiable old acquaintances then? Very well. "Alas, I've been better. I am to be engaged, you see." If Victor was moving in more prestigious circles nowadays, then no doubt he was already aware of the general outline of Alastor's situation if not its full extent.
"Usually engagements are happy occurrences…" the other demon prompted, a subtle invitation for Alastor to elaborate.
"Not this one," Alastor obliged, voice laced with an undercurrent of misery. And yet it was perversely satisfying to air his grievances so freely to someone, especially someone like Victor who did not require Alastor to put on airs. "The situation is utterly not of my choosing. Sold off like so much livestock to some repellent stranger."
"Aren't arranged marriages par for the course for your sort?" Victor apparently couldn't help but jibe. "I'm sure he can't be that bad, especially when you don't even know him."
"Oh please, what's to know?" Alastor's clawed fingertips tapped irritably on the glossy marble. "He's a boorish, vulgar social climber. You'd know the sort."
Victor glared at him, gentlemanly facade starting to slip--as Alastor had hoped it might. "Would I now? And is that what you'd say about me too? A disgrace too poor in breeding to be considered for an aristocrat's hand?" Victor glanced shyly away. "For your hand?"
Alastor laughed, finally in better spirits now that he had been presented with such easy prey. "Yes, I see you've come up in the world a bit yourself. Still not over your little flight of fancy for me though, hmm? Well, I certainly wouldn't have married you either way, old pal."
Victor's face flushed angrily. "No, you wouldn't have. You're more the type who keeps his lower class friends like a dirty secret and then discards them to save face."
Alastor felt a twinge of guilt at that but hid it well. "It's not my fault you insisted on reaching above your station, my dear."
The other demon composed himself with some effort. "I have a station now myself," he retorted tersely.
"And money, I'm sure, if your gaudy attire is any indication. All of which is merely like gilding brass. Simply scratch the surface and the cheap base material shows through." Alastor smiled meanly at Victor's hurt expression. Yes, this was why they couldn't be friends--why it didn't pay to befriend anyone from the lower class. Alastor had always wondered if Victor liked him or merely wished to be close to someone of his rank. "Regardless you're too late anyway. As I stated earlier, I am spoken for. Though even if I wasn't, I still wouldn't take up with you."
"Fine, fuck you, Alastor. I see you haven't changed at all in your last seven years as a hermit. Still just a prick with an overinflated ego."
Alastor feigned an offended gasp. "You really are a vile and insignificant little man," he replied with a pitying laugh. "Now leave me be. A proper gentleman should know when his presence is undesirable." The aristocrat made a vague shooing gesture to which Victor offered a far more vulgar gesture of his own before storming off back into the manor.
Once his former companion had departed, Alastor slumped back against the balcony railing with a sigh. Where he should have felt satisfied amusement, there was only cloying melancholy. The crickets and the violins no longer offered any solace, but returning to the party would be far worse. In truth, Alastor had been so long out of public that the presence of so many people now unexpectedly grated upon his nerves, and he wished only to return home to sweet sepulchral silence or perhaps the playing of his own hands upon his piano. Alas, like many things Alastor desired, it was not to be. At least sequestered here on the veranda he would not need to endure so many eyes upon his person.
However, Alastor was scarcely left alone for another ten minutes before Rosie came looking for him, heels clicking smartly on the tiled floor. "Alastor! There you are! Honestly now, I had to ask several servants before one knew where you'd gone." She began smoothing out his cravat and jacket, clucking at him like a mother hen.
"I was just taking some air," Alastor said with a sigh, letting her fuss over him. He would never admit it, but the motherly attention was very soothing.
"Avoiding the party, yes, I'm aware," Rosie replied, not fooled in the slightest. "Mr. Smythe has presently arrived though so if you would please come back to the main hall, you may meet him properly."
Alastor's stomached flipped unpleasantly, but he kept his smile affixed to his face. "Oh? Has his highness finally deigned to grace us with his presence?"
Rosie hustled them both back towards the ball as quickly as she could without appearing improper. "Now, Alastor, you've agreed to this matter already. Please try not to immediately offend the poor man."
"Emphasis on 'poor'," Alastor replied caustically, making his aunt sigh in exasperation.
The two aristocrats rejoined the main event, Alastor obligingly offering Rosie his arm again as she led them through the room. There were a number of faces about them that Alastor did not recognize, and he couldn't help but wonder which unfortunate soul he was to be fobbed off to.
They were near the curving, elegant main staircase when Rosie finally appeared to set eyes on the man she was looking for. "Ah, here we are." She turned Alastor around before stepping to the side. Gesturing to the demon coming down the stairs towards them, she said, "Alastor, this is Voxley Smythe."
Victor stopped on the second step from the bottom, smiling down at them. "Just 'Vox' is fine," he said.
Alastor felt his own smile grow painfully tight. Fuck him indeed, apparently.
tbc...
#PrideRingandPrejudice#BapplesOrchardCollabs#RadioStatic#StaticRadio#Alastor/Vox#voxal#Vox/Alastor#my writing
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this has literally been me for the last two months I swear to god I go through this process several times a day
#the cringe phase is heartbreaking#I get so self conscious LOL#especially now I’m actively contributing to the fandom#bapple feels#bapple chats#not mine#reblog stuff
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(@wingsofachampion) Hiya! How did you decide on the names for your team? -Tropius
Bapple was named after her love for apples. Also a meme.
Dede was actually named after a mispronunciation I used to do. I kept saying "Dodonzo" instead of Dondozo. So I made it a little inside joke with her name.
Momma Bird... she just looks like a mom that got turned into a Pokémon tbh lol. Also she's really nice and caring like a mom.
As for Sir, I felt like I had to give him a name after he and Bapple had eggs and I couldn't think of anything else.
Thanks for the ask!
#pkmn irl#pokeblogging#pokemon irl#pokemon#irl pkmn#*{nicki used answer!}#bapple the skeledirge#Dede the Dondozo#Momma (Bom)Bird(ier)#Sir the Orthworm
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edited pinned to put both twitter and new bluesky profile links
#follow me on bs if you want but if you were never a fan of the twitter layout thats completely understandable lol#its practically the same just without stupid fucking rich guy runnjng everything#somehow it feels. nice? to get a fresh start? thats how i felt when i first got started on tumblr too#and i already prefer the tumblr layout much better lolll but twitter’s got a soft place in my heart#only gripe so far (on bluesky) is that there isn’t a private accoutn feature yet for. certain reasons but yah#apple bapple
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He did it, he saved the town
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#billford#LMAO#stooppppp#I can't#It's okay Ford#we get it#Bill do be havin that geometric rizz#LOL#bapple goofs#gravity falls#stanford pines#bill cipher
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 619, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
WORDS: 1173
“Hihi everyone!” Aaron announced himself before coming into the girls’ hospital room.
“DADDY!” screeched little girl, abandoning her posse of baby sidekicks to race up to him and demand snuggles by the way of throwing her arms upwards and whining loudly.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” screamed the babies as they bopped around the room, all clearly experiencing a serious case of the baby zoomies.
“Daddy, mesies has an army of babies!” little girl chattered as her daddy lifted her into his arms. “They favorite foods is bapples!”
“An army of babies?” he repeated as his husband came in next, smiling as he carried their motorcycle helmets. “Oh Vanessa Rose, are you planning to take over the world?”
Little girl just looked at her daddy and deadpanned, “Yeah, duh.”
Peter and James both started cracking up at little girl’s matter of fact tone of voice.
“Oh little girl…” I chortled as Elizabeth and Katie both returned, Elizabeth from speech therapy and Katie from physical therapy. “Oh little girl, you are a character.”
Little beamed, obviously pleased with her cute behavior.
“Babies!” she cried, summoning her army of chub and dimples.
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” I swear, the Ratajczyk babies were so in tune to their high and mighty leader, it was truly comical.
James was wheezing so hard he had to sit down, still laughing at his daughter’s clear sass that she had inherited from her beloved Mama Wen Wen.
@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, well apparently, little girl has an army now… with @therealpetersteeleoffical, @jaqueszewhipperOFFICIAL at @mercymemorial
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@petesteele4ever, how adorable!
@kylecamp, I was having a bad day today- I found my cat dead in my garden, my cancer had returned and I need a new blender. Thank you for always bringing a smile to my face with your posts.
@oooolj, little girl for president!
@Peter_Steele===========8) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW
@midnightshadowpuppet, LOL little girl is the new Gru
@dantheman, and what does Peter think of his goddaughter commanding the babies like a badass natural?
@chocolaterobotchicken, :)
@john316jewelry, hi there! We think you’d be a perfect model for our line- DM us for more information!
@lzziegreen, nice!
@MissMittensthemotherlycat, MEOW THOSE ARE MY KITTENS MEOW MEOW
I giggled at the gaggle of babies, all standing at attention as their leader enjoyed some snuggle time with her chortling daddy. Elizabeth and Katie had both promptly pushed their two beds together before bedtime the night before and today had spread out the contents of their Hunt a Killer mystery box- a manilla envelope with letters written in dark brown-black ink, black and white photographs, a blood stained glove, autopsy reports, witness statements and a white domino face mask stained with dark red fingerprints.
“Okay, so Valentina arrives at the venue and fishes a key out of her bag upon arrival,” Elizabeth read from the thick booklet out loud. Katie located the key and held it up triumphantly- a pretty thing made from thick gold and embellished with a fancy C. “Then she goes into the party and gives the key to the butler who’s at the door.”
“The butler did it,” Katie decided firmly without being fed any more information. “I will die on that hill- the butler is guilty.”
Peter set down the book that he was reading and started to loudly guffaw, needing to remove himself from the crazy in the hospital room.
“Where on earth did you learn that, mo stór?” I wondered as Baby Noah came up in search of some snuggles with his Auntie Mary Claire.
“It’s common knowledge!” Katie looked at me as though I were fifty shades of crazy. “Everyone knows that the butler is always hiding something!”
“Well okay then!” I grumbled, amused by my daughter’s words of wisdom.
Elizabeth coughed, drawing attention back to her narrative.
“After Valentina gives the butler her key, she puts on her mask-” Katie rummaged around before brandishing a feminine peacock mask like a decapitated head war trophy. “And she enters the party.”
Both girls giggled and chattered, happy and content as they worked out the puzzling mystery that was presented into their laps. Elizabeth read the story, practicing regaining her speech back once more while Katie flexed and pointed her toes on her injured foot.
The girls had just reached the part where Valentina found the body when a nurse knocked on the door, carrying trays of lunch for the girls.
“Grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup on French fries!” she announced, wading her way in through the thick crowd of babies to set the trays onto the girls’ bedside tables. “Enjoy your meals!”
Little girl tugged on Aaron’s ear, directing him over to Katie so that she could examine her lunch. The nine year old girl promptly offered her a fry to munch on.
Little girl finished chewing and swallowed before making a face.
“Ickies ick ick,” she said simply.
Baby Tommy, Baby Eve, Baby Noah, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo all wandered over in demand of a fry each.
I giggled at the expression of utter disgust that erupted onto the babies’ faces- Baby Tommy scrunched up his face, Baby Eve spat out her fry, Baby Noah started to cry Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy removed their fries from their mouths and exchanged them with each other and Baby Jojo started to hop up and down in disgust.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW…” they all said in near perfect unison.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW… “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW…”
Peter and James broke, howling with laughter as tears streamed from their eyes.
“I hope you babies are happy with yourselves,” I scolded them, half serious. “You all successfully broke you father and your Uncles James.”
“Fuk.”
“EXCUSE ME-”
Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic
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#Real person fiction (RPF)#Tattooed Wings#Peter Thomas Ratajczyk#Type O Negative#Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl#Special needs baby#Aria Bradley#Evie Bradley#Deaf#American Sign Language (ASL)#Elizabeth Ratajczyk#Alopecia#Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy#Autism#Katie Ratajczyk#Down’s Syndrome#Baby Violet Marie#Neonatal death#Baby Eve Lynn Ratajczyk#Abandoned baby#Matthew James Ratajczyk/ Baby Mattie#Brandon Edward Ratajczyk/ Baby Teddy#Josephine Rose Ratajczyk/ Baby Jojo#Matching tattoos soulmate AU
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Repost; don’t reblog! Answer the questions that are bold so that your followers can get to know you better!
1. State your name: Apple clearly.
2. State the name that your parents almost named you: Uh I don’t know but if I was a boy, I would have been called Garrett.
3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most?: mmm my sister? Or my cousin, since we both don’t talk that much.
4. What was your first job?: fast food at an amusement park.
5. Did anything embarrassing happen this week?: nope.
6. Do you miss your ex?: no, but we are still good friends :)
7. White chocolate or dark chocolate?: dark chocolate.
8. Do people praise you for your looks?: I don’t, and I don’t see why anyone would.
9. What is your favourite colour of clothing to wear?: Honestly mostly shades, like black, white or grey and thrown in red or blue and your golden.
10. How do you wear your makeup?: Not really, only for cosplay or formal events.
11. What are some of your nicknames?: Bapple, Apply, Soul, App.
12. How many bedrooms are in your house?: 4.
13. How many bathrooms?: 3
14. Do you have a job?: yes
15. Do you have a car?: no.
16. Do you work out every week?: lol no. I try too.
17. Did you brush your teeth this morning?: yes
18. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again?: I mean... I hardly keep in contact with my friends so maybe?
19. Have you ever sung in front of a crowd?: lol nope.
20. What kind of bathing suit do you wear?: depends on if I’m feeling confident or not.
21. Do you like your eyes?: yeah they are okay I think.
22. Do you think you are pretty?: Lol no.
23. Who was the last person you talked to in person?: my Coworkers.
24. How much money is in your checking account?: noneofyourbusiness
25. Are you single?: nope~
26. Do you want kids?: no. I want pets lol.
27. Tell me what your backpack looks like?: it’s black, pretty standard looking. I just got it from work tbh.
28. Last movie you saw in theatres?: Frozen 2 with my Mom.
Tagged by: @draydcn
Tagging: anyone who would like to do this~
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literally all I do atm is write fics and then draw my own fan art for them I'm so normal about all of it guys
•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
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Thank you to @an-old-telephone for tagging me! (u da best)
NAME: Violet
NICKNAME: Vi
ZODIAC: Taurus
HEIGHT: 5′6″
ETHNICITY: Italian-American (aka very white lmao)
ORIENTATION: bi but like 95% into girls and 5% into guys (specifically one guy, the crush, the dude, the one and only guy)
FAVORITE FRUIT: raspberries (bapples are a close second)
FAVORITE SEASON: fall - cold enough to wear a jacket but not so cold you have to wear 4 jackets lol
FAVORITE BOOK SERIES: The Inheritance Cycle
FAVORITE FLOWER: forget-me-not
FAVORITE COLOR: emerald green
FAVORITE SCENT: western WA metro areas after a rain (nice combo of trees + asphalt. smells like Home(tm)) and pot roast cooking
COFFEE, TEA OR COCOA: hot cocoa
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 8ish, more like 5ish during school
CAT OR DOG PERSON: dog person (love cats too tho)
FAVOURITE CHARACTERS: APH America, Desmond Miles, Ana Amari, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway, APH Russia, Vegeta, Bulma Brief, Satsuki Kiryuin, Zarya
DREAM TRIP: I’d love to just go around in Europe, Asia, and Africa and see historic places that I’ve never been before (Oslo, London, Berlin, Rabat, St. Petersburg, Moscow, and Cairo are currently top of the list of Places to See). I’d also like to go back to Alaska, it was cool af.
BLOG CREATED: 2010 or 2011, i’ve been here too long please save me
NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: 303
I’m tagging @no-rules-no-responsibility @mcwolly-sketch and @spades-king if you all want to do it!
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no one: no one at all: not an absolute soul: Vaggie: I'm gonna sing hanging off a pirate ship in TWO seperate songs and no-one can stop me dammit
#she literally does tho#like girlie we get it#yar be yarring#get a new stage#thoughts I have while AO3 is down#incorrect hazbin hotel quotes#bapple chats#bapple lols#bapple THINKS#vaggie#hazbin brainrot#hazbin hotel#hazbin memes#lol#rando#incorrect quotes#incorrect hazbin quotes
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Don’t say I don’t contribute to this fandom goddamnit
#billford#bill x ford#bill x stanford#bill cipher#the book of bill#gravity falls#book of bill#Stanford pines#ford pines#bapple memes#lol
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this was originally a silly doodle I did for this q&a answer but I couldn't resist expanding on it
How can you deny him? He's just a lil guy
#bapple draws#bapple's art#bapple art#bapple goofs#lucifer#lucifer hazbin#hazbin lucifer#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer doodles#lucifer fanart#hells greatest dad#lucifer morningstar fanart#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer art#hazbin memes#hazbin silly#lucifer silly#lol#rando
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