#bee makes his look like charlie at one point. for sentimental reasons

[thewiglesswonder]

My greatest and most cherished concept for a live action Transformers film is the idea of getting a minimum of like eight actors, who all look completlely different, and having them all play the holoform of one bot through the course of the movie.

[prof-ramses]

Here are some (mostly Mammon centric) thoughts I came up with when I probably should have been doing work for class:

Working off of some of my previous ideas, I really like the idea of Mammon and Bee previously having some sort acrobatic act together in the same vein as my idea Ozzie and Mam were once a comedy duo.

I like to interpret that a lot of Mam’s business ventures, while primarily rooted in greed, have a sense of sentimentality to them. Loo Loo Land for example is a blatant cash grab and pet project of Mam, but it’s also his (kinda weird & messed up) way of showing his respect for Lucifer (not to mention it was a place he and his niece made a lot of fun memories). Building off of this, his idea for making the Robo Fizz’s fully functional pleasure toys is him taking the advice from Ozzie that “sex sells” and running with it (Ozzie probably kicked himself when he realized this). I also like to think he has other business ventures that homage the other Sins, like a fast food chain that has a menu containing a lot of food Bee is/was fond of.

Also building off of the previous bullet, if Mammon ever finds out what really caused Loo Loo Land to burn down, he would personally March up to Pride and deal with I.M.P. Not to mention “taking care of” Blitzo would also be a way to indirectly get back at Fizz.

I can’t help but feel part of Octavia’s apprehension towards Mammon when he starts dating Stella stems from him being the creator of the Fizzarolli robots and maybe some level of coulrophobia given Mammon is basically the premier clown of Hell. I think it would be neat if he actually managed to help get over some of her fear as they start getting closer as father and stepdaughter, perhaps even through their shared distaste for the robotic clowns, even if it is for different reasons.

For the life of me, I cannot get the idea of the male Sins at one point or another growing facial hair. Like, just the mental image of Luci with a full beard and Mam with a Gomez Addams style mustache haunts me. Granted, I also feel like they probably look back on this period and laugh about given how it just doesn’t mesh with their aesthetics.

I know I’ve commented on what I think Mammon looks like under his hat, but the reoccurring joke of him never being bare headed gives me life. Him never being seen without his trademark jester’s cap is hysterical to me. Morning, noon, and night; rain, sleet, or snow, he’s always wearing it. The only exception being when he bathes… then he wears a shower cap.

Just this:

The Sins (minus Luci) are standing outside of the Hazbin Hotel, planning on giving their niece a surprise visit.

Leviathan: Oh it’s going to be so nice to see Charlotte again. (To himself) I don’t get why she always has to go see her father, it’s not like it takes THAT long to visit Envy. Asmodeus: (Chuckles) You said it Levi. After all this time, I bet her face is gonna light up the second she sees her favorite uncle. Satan: Mammon? Asmodeus: Wha-NO! ME! (The others look amongst themselves before erupting into a chorus of laughter) Belphagor: *Click-Click-Click* That Does Not Sound Right. Asmodeus: Oh, Ha-ha-ha… Fuck you guys, we’ll see who’s her favorite. (Charlie walks out to greet her guests and face IMMEDIATELY lights up) (She squees and proceeds to charge at Ozzie… only to run past him and tackle/hug Mammon) Charlie: Uncle Mammon! Mammon: (Hugs her back) Charlie! Little Dingo! It’s so good to see you! How’ve you been? (Mammon proceeds to flip Ozzie off behind Charlie’s back) (Ozzie seethes as the other Sins stifle another round of laughter)

Hope you enjoy these, I’m probably going to be pretty inactive for a while.

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That's a pretty neat idea, also, reminds me of my idea for Levi's role in the troupe is an escapist/stuntman, since his slimy serpent body makes him very adept at it.

Aww. This actually reminds me of my own idea for a fic of Mam consulting Via while brainstorming ideas for the rebuilt Loo Loo Land to give it some more actual identity. Since that would make the parallel with the original LLL being tied to Mammon's relationship with Charlie and the new one being tied to his relationship with Octavia. I generally like the idea of Via inspiring Mammon to express his authentic self a bit more.

I think he'd also go after Wally, since I have the headcanon that Wally just snuck in and used a spare cart for his own torches, since if he actually worked there, he would have to split it with the park.

YESSS! Via's reaction to learning Stella and Mammon were dating at all must've been something else. I'm honestly surprised I don't see more people exploring coulrophobia as a character trait for Via. I'm also a sucker for Octavia-Mammon bonding ideas, they're always so cute!

I actually have a dilemma about this, on one hand, Luci looking like he has an exact wig of his hair glued to his face after neglecting himself in favor of his duck making is a great visual, but I also find the thought of Luci being naturally baby-faced really funny.

I think Mam would sleep without his hat, but he would still only take it off after getting in and locking the door so any passing house staff don't see him without it. It's not even that he's insecure, he's just that committed to the bit/brand. Very few have lived after seeing his gently electrified locks, speaking of which, I like to think that, like his webs, his hair produces a soft static tingle to the touch.

Yes, just so much yes.

[mysweetestcreature]

Do a blurb of her and Harry setting the kids down and explaining fully that they are step siblings, and how it’s not wrong and all!

2. Can you write a blurb about Harry and the Missus sitting the kids down and explaining how they are step-siblings, but it is not wrong, etc.? Xx

***

It started when Luca had an assignment to create a family tree dating back to his grandparents. At first, he didn’t think anything of how his diagram differed from his classmates’ in that there were a few extra vines that connected Gramps to Nan, but also to his other nan––the one that’s in the sky.

“Mum, my teacher said I did this wrong,” Luca says, dragging his long poster to scrape against the floor. He lays it on the table and points to the red circle that Miss Belks had marked over the pictures of Y/n and Harry.

Y/n examines it carefully, tracing her fingers up the vines. Her tongue covers her top lip, brows furrowed because everything about it looks fine by her. “What did she say, bub?”

The boy climbs into the chair, his cheeks balance themselves with his closed hands. “She said that there shouldn’t be a line between Gramps and Nan because then that would mean that you and Dad are brother and sister,” he explains. His lips move inward as he tries to think carefully about this. “That’s not true, right, Mum?” Sisters don’t marry their brothers, it’s just not the way things work, right? His mum and dad don’t look like siblings, unlike how he, Declan, and Charlie share evident similarities.

The room falls into an abrupt silence, as Y/n fiddles with her thumbs in attempt to find a way to properly explain the situation to her eleven-year-old. They knew it was only a matter of time until their children would start asking questions about their history.

***

She had called Harry at work, telling him that it was time to have the conversation that they had rehearsed time and time again before bed. For some reason, she’s always feared this more than the birds and the bees spiel that they’ll have to give the kids once they’re of age. 

Both boys sit between her and Harry, Charlie comfortably nestled in her daddy’s lap, clutching the bear that her Uncle Miguel had gifted her. Y/n looks to her husband, edging him on to get the ball rolling. He offers a slight nod and clears his throat to get their attention.

“There’s something we’ve been meaning to tell you three, and since it’s recently come up, now’s the best time to do it,” he starts, adjusting Charlie’s position to angle at him. “Have you ever wondered why your mum and I share the same parents?”

He laughs when all three of them shrug, obvious complacency with the way things are. “You ever wonder why there are so many pictures of me and Mum, with Gramps and Nan from when we were as little as you?” 

Luca tilts his head to the side as realization slowly makes it way to the surface. “Well, it’s because when we about Charlie’s age, they got married,” his father says.

“Nan had already had your dad, and it was just me and Gramps back then,” Y/n adds, rubbing up and down Declan’s back. “But when they got married, Dad and I became-”

“You’re step-siblings?” Luca interrupts. 

Declan looks at his big brother with confusion. “What’s the mean?” he asks, lightly shaking his arm. 

“It means,” Harry chooses to take over once again, “that when a mum and dad get married and already have children from previous relationships, then their kids become brother and sister.” Then he realizes that he’s made a slight mistake and quickly jumps back to explain. “But not like you and your brother and sister because me and Mumma don’t share the same blood.” 

“I don’t get it,” Declan mutters, leaning back in the couch. “Does that mean Gramps isn’t your dad, and Nan isn’t Mum’s mum?” Harry and Y/n nod simultaneously. He seems to accept it.

Although, Luca is still a little skeptical about the entire thing. He knows a few kids in his class that have stepbrothers or sisters, but they all act the same way he treats Declan and Charlie. 

“But you guys are still brother and sister though, even now because Gramps and Nan are still married,” but the way confusion surrounds his tone, it comes out sounding more like a question than a statement. 

Y/n bites her lips together, as she gazes at him. “Technically, yes. But me and Dad never treated each other like that, so I guess you could say we lived together as best friends.”

“I’d say we were more than just best friends,” Harry smirks, wriggling his eyebrows at his missus. And even though she’s shooting daggers at his face, he knows that she’s well aware of the facts.

“Yes, well, we used to play wedding and princess in the backyard when we were your age,” Y/n says, “and every time we ended up living happily ever after.”

“Like Belle and the Beast? Mumma, you’re like Belle?” Charlie squeals, mouth turned up at the edges. It’s her absolute favorite movie and she’s always thought her Mumma looked like a princess. Harry tickles her side, was his daughter just comparing him to the beast? He rolls his eyes when the other three start laughing.

Y/n focuses back on her first son, running a hand through his waves of hair. “Does this make things clearer?” she dares to ask.

Luca quirks his mouth to the side, the feeling still a little unsettled in him. “I mean, I guess so…”

“What’s bothering you?”

“Its just…” he takes a deep breath, “isn’t it kind of wrong? Because even though you and Dad never saw each other like that, you still are though.”

It’s more the uncertainty that’s eating at him. He understands the concept of there being no blood relation between the two.

“I’d say it isn’t,” Harry says softly, “because I already knew your mum was the one for me before they even got married.” He’ll never forget when he first laid eyes on her, how his hands felt clammy in his mum’s because she was prettiest girl he’d ever seen. 

“It’s not wrong because how can it when our love for each other gave us the three of you?” Y/n smiles, stroking over Luca’s cheek. 

If there’s one thing he is sure of, it’s that his parents are as loved up as two people can get. They’re always exchanging pecks on the lip or cheek, and holding it for longer when they think none of them are looking. His dad’s arms are always surrounding her body, even when she’s trying to make breakfast for all of them. She’s always fixing his tie––the few times Harry chooses to wear one–– because apparently his dad is absolute rubbish at doing a proper knot. And most of all, they’ve made a family for themselves. And siblings don’t do that.

He returns his mum’s smile with just as much sentiment, and the relieving vision of acceptance.