#been rotating something in my head heh

[onaegling]

making my ocs be exes with canon characters is like crack to me

[honeyedmiller]

Birthday Girl | Joel Miller

pairing: fiancé!joel miller x fiancée!f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: lots of fluff, sweet fiancé joel, no outbreak, smut (birthday sex heh— f oral receiving, unprotected piv, fingering), joel talks you through it, praise, pet names (baby, darlin’, my love, princess), no use of y/n.

word count: 2.1k

author’s note: so today’s my 25th birthday and this is extremely self-indulgent. i’d love for someone to do this for me on a birthday in the future 🥹 also sorry for any mistakes, it was written rather quickly. this wasn’t revised. hope y’all enjoy <3

synopsis: Joel gives you a sweet surprise on your birthday.

divider by @saradika-graphics 🤍

“Baby. Baby, wake up.” The deep vibrato of Joel’s soft voice woke you, eyebrows pinched together as you slowly blinked open your eyes to wake up. 

You mumbled something incoherent and Joel chuckled, knowing you didn’t like to be woken on days you got to sleep in. 

“Get up, birthday girl, I have a surprise for you.” Joel kissed your forehead, then your nose, followed by one that lingered on your lips. You smiled against his lips and stretched your arms above your head, stiff joints popping in the process. 

“What time is it?” 

“It’s nine. I know you like to sleep in a little later, but I have something for you downstairs.” 

You blinked your eyes fully awake as they adjusted to the ample rays of sun shining through the curtains in your shared bedroom. Your gaze shifted to Joel and it immediately softened. The man you love more than anything stood before you with a crooked smile on his face and messy bed hair; body adorned with those delicious gray sweats you loved on him so much and a green t-shirt you always thought he looked good in. 

Just the sight of him nearly made your mouth water, but you checked yourself to behave as you’d just woken up. He held his hand out for you to take, and your soft digits slotted in his as he helped you up gently from bed. He tugged your hand to follow him downstairs, and you complied easily. 

As soon as you got downstairs, you saw rose petals atop the coffee table with two gift bags and a bottle of your favorite wine. 

“Joel, baby,” You grin, looking at him. “All for me?” 

He chuckles and squeezes your hand. “‘F course, my love. But let’s eat breakfast first.” He pulls you into the kitchen, and a sweet aroma fills your nose. You look down at the island, seeing all of your favorite breakfast foods. Joel even made a plate of chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream on top in the form of a smiley face. 

You get teary-eyed at his sweet gesture, not ever getting used to the idea of someone caring so much for you on your special day. To him it could’ve just meant making breakfast and buying a couple of gifts, but to you, it meant the whole world. 

“Thank you so much, Joel. This is so thoughtful.” You wrap your arms around his torso, giving him a chaste kiss. 

“I love you, darlin’.” 

“I love you too handsome.” You grin up at him, enjoying the intimate moment of being wrapped in his embrace. He moves his hands down to your ass and taps it softly, slightly separating his body from yours. 

“Let’s eat breakfast.” 

-

After breakfast, Joel insisted that you opened your presents with a promise that you’d be able to drink your wine in the evening with dinner. You tucked your legs under yourself as you leaned back against the couch, Joel handing you the first gift bag. You smile up at him and thank him, opening it carefully. 

You removed the black velvet box tucked inside, opening it to reveal a pretty gold watch with an emerald green face that you’d been wanting for awhile. You gasped in awe, admiring the beautiful piece as you rotated it in your hand. 

“It’s so beautiful, Joel. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek, carefully placing the watch back into the box. He hands you the next one and plants a heavy, warm hand on your bare thigh, rubbing circles into your soft skin. You open it up to find a gorgeous lavender lingerie set. The soft lace slides over your fingertips as your eyes spark with something darker, full of desire as you look back up at Joel. 

“I love it. Thank you, Joel.” You sit up on your knees to face him, taking his face in both hands as you bring him in for a kiss. 

He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around your waist as he coaxes you to lay onto the plush carpet beneath you. You untuck your legs and open them for him so he can easily slot his broad body between them. He deepens the kiss as he cradles the back of your head, his other hand moving underneath his oversized t-shirt you were wearing. 

“Y’should wear the set on our honeymoon.” He breathes against you, breaking your lips for a few seconds before reattaching his lips to yours. You didn’t have time to respond so you moved your hands up to his thick curls, giving them a small tug. 

His calloused hands travel up until they reach the soft, pillowy flesh of your breasts, squeezing generously as he toys with one nipple between his index finger and thumb. You moan into his mouth, bucking your hips up to feel that he’s already rock hard in his gray sweats. 

Arousal was already thick in your panties, and you were dying to be touched by Joel. 

“Joel, please.” You whimper, needing his fingers, tongue, cock, anything to ease the ache in your core. 

“What the birthday princess wants, she gets.” He teases, nipping your collarbone before sliding his hands up your body to remove his shirt from you. He moves one hand down your sternum, skating his fingertips over your skin. Goosebumps rise at his touch, and he looks down at you with a knowing smirk. 

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, pleading with your eyes as best as you can. Joel’s gaze softens as he moves down to kiss you, moving his lips down your body. He makes sure to stop at each of your breasts, swirling his hot tongue around the pert buds before sucking lightly. You moan louder this time, the sensation shooting straight to your core. 

“Fuck, Joel.” You’re breathless and soaking, canting your hips up. Joel finally moves down, nipping as he goes, kissing your tummy a few times before moving down to your clothed core. He groans at the dark wet patch he can see through your panties. He runs his knuckle over the soaked fabric, causing your body to jolt slightly at the contact. 

Joel chuckles and moves down to kiss your clothed core, sticking his tongue out to lick the lace material. He was driving you crazy with his teasing, eliciting a whimper from your throat. He taps your hips twice, hinting to lift them up for him. You oblige instantly, and he easily slides the material off of your legs before spreading them again, tossing them over his shoulders. 

Your glistening heat was met with his gaze, and he looked up at you. You card your fingers through his hair, stopping at the crown of his head. He smiles at you and wastes no more time, moving to give your exposed heat a kiss. You softly moan at the contact, continuing to run your hands through his soft hair. 

He pokes his tongue out to lick your folds slowly, teasingly, lovingly. He was taking his time with you, lapping up your arousal at a languid pace. His tongue prodded into your entrance, fucking you slowly with the muscle. The curve of his nose was rubbing against your already sensitive clit as he did so, causing you to tumble toward your climax much faster than you’d anticipated.

Then again, you’d never met any man who could get you off as fast as Joel can. His skillful tongue knew exactly what it took to make you shake with pleasure, mouth constantly willing to praise your body over and over.

You were looking forward to it for the rest of your life. 

You gripped his dark curls to signal you were close, still being shy about talking too much during intimate moments like these with him. Joel always tried to coax you, but he knew you and your body so well by now that he could tell you were on your way to an orgasm before you could even make a gesture. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, there you go.” Joel coos, replacing his tongue with his fingers as they prodded your entrance. His fingers curled up to hit that sweet spot that drove you absolutely insane. 

“J-Joel, god, fuck—”

“I know baby, I know. Feels good doesn’t it?” 

Your brain couldn’t even conjure up a coherent sentence, so all you could do was nod desperately. The white hot coil brewing in your core was about to snap, waiting impatiently to take over your whole body with pleasure. 

Joel brought his mouth down to your clit and sucked it a few times, finally sending you over the edge. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, head fuzzy with euphoria. 

“There you go. That’s a good girl, let it all out. I’ve got ya.” Joel smeared his slick lips against your inner thigh, nipping your skin softly. The drag of his scruff had your skin on fire, sensitive to the touch. 

It took you a minute to come down from your high, finally catching your breath as you stared at your fiancé with glossy eyes and a fucked-out gaze. 

“Want more, baby? Need my cock too?” Joel smirked, that same smug look seeming to be permanent on his face. 

“Please,” You croaked out. “Need it so bad. Need you so bad, baby.” 

“Usin’ your manners n’ all. I’m all yours, darlin’.” Joel tossed his t-shirt over his head, stripping himself of his sweatpants and boxers as well. He was painfully hard, pre cum seeping from the weeping head of his cock. 

Your gaze shifted back up to his as he hovered above you, a soft look in his eyes that made you fall even more in love with him. He placed one hand by your head to steady his arm as he took his other one to stroke himself before lining up with your slick entrance. His eyes flicked back up to yours, and you gave him the smallest of smiles to let him know it was okay. 

He slowly slid into you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs mirroring your arms as they wrapped around his torso. 

He leaned down to kiss you and you both sighed into each other as he reached the hilt, starting off by slowly rocking his hips. He kept whispering sweet praises in your ear— takin’ me so well, you’re so beautiful, love you so much, can’t wait for you to be my wife. 

Your wedding was only a few months away, and the thought of spending forever with your best friend in the whole world meant everything and more to you. 

Joel’s head dropped to your shoulder as his pace picked up, breathing ragged as his hips snapped into yours. 

“God, you feel so good Joel. No one ever compares to you, my love. Can’t wait to—” You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your second orgasm slowly start to build. “—Can’t wait to be your wife. Spend the rest of my life with you.” You cry, hands moving to his back as you slide your fingers down to the plush of his ass. 

His hips rocked violently into yours at this point, groaning at your words. 

“My wife.” He grunts, and the slide of his heavy cock in and out of you at an unforgiving pace had you seeing stars. 

“M-husband.” Your words were slurred, absolutely cock drunk on the man pounding into you. That same coil wound up tightly, and Joel could feel you squeezing him. He moved a hand down to your clit, giving you that extra push you needed before you were diving over the edge, orgasm crashing down like waves kissing the shore. 

You chanted Joel’s name over and over, clenching around him to bring him to his end. His hips started to stutter, and he leaned down to nip your collarbone with kisses before burying his head in your neck as he reached his high. 

His thrusts were sporadic, filling you up with everything he had to offer. He slumped down, cradling your body as if you were a fragile flower in a field of thorns. 

Joel always made sure to let you know how much he loved you, even if it wasn’t through words. His actions said more than enough, loving you like you’ve never been loved before. 

He kissed the crown of your head as he slipped out of you, catching his breath. 

“Happy birthday, my love. I’ll be sure to make this year the most special you’ve had yet.” He squeezed you in his arms as reassurance following his sweet words.

And you, of course, knew that Joel Miller would lay down the whole world at your feet if he could. You had your best friend and lover all in one by your side, and that’s all you could wish for this year, and the many more to come.  

tags: @party-hearses ; @ilovepedro ; @bastardmandennis ; @nostalxgic ; @tinygarbage

[yanderemommabean]

Hey momma!

So I've been sick. And I've just been rotating your blorbos in my mind. Specifically Dr Lee. I just think he's neat.

So just imagining. Dr Lee playing with his toys when he suddenly gets the news that his darling butterfly is sick! Oh he is dropping everything to be the best doting doctor he can be. Barely taking the time to properly close off the basment (he still does of course, but hes rushing and has to double check everything is secure). He's at his darlings beck and call. Cold? Blankets. Nose is running? He got tissues. Nap time? His arms are right here to cuddle into.

Jasper hears of it and asked if Dr Lee can be his personal nurse. Something gets thrown at Jasper's head. Maybe pills so he can take care of it himself. Maybe one of those really heavy textbooks so Jasper can teach himself properly.

Anyways. Just ramblings from a sick bean. Had to retype this a couple times because I would sneeze and press the wrong buttons. Need me a dr Lee to drug me up to force me to rest.

I wish to apologize for taking forever to get to this one- but I love your little blurbs! I hope you’re feeling better now! If not, well…Lee can sure try to help out.

Lee: I need to take care of my butterfly

Jasper: heh I can help with that- OW

Lee: what did we learn?

Jasper:…text books are heavy?

-Mommabean

[nights-at-crystarium]

i just wanted to pop by and gush about how incredibly well written vivi is because GOD. his story unfolding has made me reconsider several story beats about my wol and thats an amazing thing

theres two things that i think uve done especially well with his storytelling, being that vivi feels like an almost complete enigma to the reader, despite how intimate this story is, and the fact that vivi feels incredibly human - almost TOO human to be comfortable with

so to elaborate on the first point - i think a lot of us (and certainly i can) echo thancreds sentiment that he doesn't know vivian rell, because as intimate as this story can get with his pov, in the end, much like someone you'd meet in real life, we don't know much about him before the point we meet him, and any glimpses we get just signal that theres so much more to him than we get to see. and as much as we DO know about him, i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering. to that end i really like how enigmatic uve made him from a storytelling perspective, because it makes him feel so much more real!!! i honestly look forward a lot to learning more fragments (heh) of him and slowly piecing together a puzzle of him as the story goes on. i just want to rotate him in my head lol

but also, this does segue into my other point really well, which is the fact that vivis position as wol really seems to wear on him, and he seems for lack of a better word, completely exhausted! i know (myself included) write their wols with a trait of an almost unbreakable, iron will, which is very much still true in vivis case (again, anyone who gets to the point of shadowbringers without flat out giving up is incredibly strong by default) but showing him at his wits end, exhausted with the burdens of a hero, someone just so throughly *done* with what is, realistically, a pretty shit job is well... yeah! of course he is! he's only human, and he's what, saved the world 3 times now? seen countless die before him, powerless to save them, of course he's numb. the fact that the most defining experiences of the first for him are filled with mostly such... benign experiences, and that the major, climatic moments of shadowbringers get as much fanfare as a forlong gaze, or a like. him hanging out with his fairy bestie is such a cool storytelling decision. (also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot) basically, what i've been gushing about is the fact that vivi feels very much like a whole person, and is probably one of the most well realised wols ive ever read about. and his relationships with the world leaders, and this impossible burden hes forced to shoulder has gotten me to reconsider how i write my wol, because yeah! any hero might be strong-willed and resilient, but theyre still human, and the burden of a warrior of light is maybe, a little too much for anyone to bear.

i hope u could at least make something out of my rambles, but honestly to sum it all up i am incredibly captivated by vivi. i originally read fragments because i like ANY wolgraha content but now, i come back almost exclusively to see how vivi's story unfolds, and how graha eventually comes into the fold too. hes such a fascinating character, and i think youve done an incredible job of creating a well rounded hero, full of humanity!!! (also, if you want, feel free to post this on ur blog!!)

I think I shat myself like 5 times while reading this (positive)

Vivi being an enigma wasn't really part of the plan. We have a pool that's his lore, things I wanna tell, and a bottleneck through which it has to go. The comic format forces me to consider what bits of info to deliver when, there's only so much I can tell at a time. One deliberate choice I made is completely burn the bridge between ARR and ShB, skip, leave it empty. That already sparks questions when we see a different Vivi at the beginning of ShB (and gives me leeway, time to write with more nuance, I didn't Think about HW-SB in such scrupulous detail as ShB).

I wanted to tell a primarily ShB story from the start, but had less ambition, and planned to condense the angsty bits that you're reading nowadays into an infodump told by Vivi to no one (to the reader). Changing the receiving party to a tangible character who's eager to learn (Exarch) made the info easier to digest and anchored it in the world. This change, fwiw, happened in like 2022 while I drew the ARR arc, saw the warm reception, and got more excited about my thing. I constantly learn and try to improve, writing's a new toy that brings me tons of fun.

So, when I learned the new trick - telling things through other characters - I thought, why not make everyone slightly wrong, or rather, with a specific snapshot of Vivi in their head. Same happens irl, people only know the version of you that they're exposed to, the only person who knows the full and real you is you.

That brings me to the next point, why Vivi feels so human: I made him not as a wol/hero, but a guy I wanna ship with Exarch, his foil. Obligatory note it was dumb of me to ignore Emet's existence in that case, but that's already changed. Exarch denies himself the simple human joys, he plots his own fucking death, so I thought I'd give him a guy that teaches him how to enjoy being alive again. That was THE foundation of Vivi, his core. He's a manic pixie dream boy.

Then I started asking how and why: why he falls for Exarch specifically instead of ARRRaha? He's confident, selfish, casual (these traits are what Exarch lacks), emotionally intelligent, where did that come from? He must've had an utterly normal life and loving family before he became a hero. He grew up being appreciated and happy. OH, then his ass must LOATHE the current situation because he can't go back to that normal life! So on, so forth.

i find that every time he does one of his blank, furrowed stares that signal he's thinking something, my brain practically lights on fire trying to figure out what he's considering.

This's me carefully dropping the breadcrumbs and hoping that you notice them, and you go HOLY SHIT BREADCRUMBS, this's so validating ;w; <3 This's overtly called a story hook, though I prefer "door". So far this story's only opened doors, as in hinted at more stuff without immediately showing it. I love it when questions get delayed answers, when you get time to stew on it and build up anticipation, then, when the door finally closes, it's much more satisfying. I keep in mind all the doors I've opened, if something provokes a question, it's by design.

(also before i ramble about this the decision to not even show tesleen is such an excellent decision bc like. it makes sense for him for this to not be such a significant moment. shes just another death, another tally to the thousands hes already seen. or maybe im reading WAYYY too hard into a decision to not highjack this love story with plot)

You're 100% correct!! I'm not retelling the canon ShB story from a default wol pov, this's a custom thing focused on ships, therefore anything that doesn't contribute to said ships gets cut. You may read what's NOT shown as what Vivi doesn't pay attention to.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, this gave me so much motivation like you wouldn't know ;//////;

[friendlyrandomperson]

Letters.

*smack*

While spinning, Frank’s voice sounds like it is rapidly decreasing and increasing in volume.

“JuLiE jOyFuL i Do NoT uNdErStAnD yOuR fAsCiNaTiOn WiTh My HeAd SpInNiNg UnCoNtRoLlAbLy.”

Eddie walks up to Frank’s mailbox while on his route, only to see this fiasco. “Mail’s her- Oop! Now just what is going on here?”

Eddie walks up behind Frank, who is still spinning. Frank’s head appears to be a blur. “mR. dEaR, hOw ArE yOu ToDaY?”

“Well I’m doing peachy, Mr. Frankly, however, well- uh- frankly I’m concerned as to why your head is spinning ‘round like one o’ them… tops? Oh, forget it, where are my manners, would you like some help?” Eddie asked Frank politely, trying to be anything but a bother. Julie perks up, exclaiming, “His head spins like a die if you whack it hard enough!”

Eddie chuckles slightly, irritating Frank. “JuLiE, i SiMpLy Do NoT sEe ThE pOiNt In SpInNiNg Me ArOuNd!” “Hold up now, I’ve gotcha.” Eddie walks up behind Frank and takes Frank’s face in his hands.

“Oh! Sorry Mr. Frankly, lemme just-“

Eddie slowly rotates Frank’s head back to its normal position. “There! Now you’re back to normal.”

Eddie grins, hands Frank his mail, or rather, places it in Frank’s frozen hands, and walks away with a peppy “Goodbye Mr. Frankly; Goodbye Miss Julie!”

Frank, red faced from both anger at the whole fiasco and something else , stares at the letters in his hand.

“Ooooooo, whatcha got there Frankie?”

Julie takes the bunch of letters out of Frank’s hand. She reads the names aloud; “Wally Darling, Barnaby B, Sally S, pretty standard stu— oh? This one doesn’t have a name on it!”

Frank blinks, then shakes his head before looking at Julie with a quizzical expression.

“Huh? Julie, give me the letters please.”

Julie gives the envelopes back to Frank, who glances down batch to see just what he had been told; a nameless envelope, sealed with a small, yellow butterfly sticker.

Frank opens the letter hesitantly, Julie running behind him and peeking over his shoulder. “I wonder who it could be!!!” Julie squeals, swinging her arms in excitement. Frank takes the card out of the envelope and opens it slowly, to reveal a butterfly inside, which popped out like a pop-up book.

“You give me… butterflies?”

Frank holds the card in his hands, observing the detailed, large butterfly in the middle, surrounded by also very detailed, yet much smaller, other butterflies.

“Ooooooo, someone’s got a secret admirer!!!! I wonder who it is, Frank!”

Chapter 2: This will BEE fun.

It had been quite a while since that letter came in the mail; around 8 weeks, to be precise. Since then, it became a little routine between Frank and Julie to take a look at the cards together; after all, Julie just couldn’t wait and was a sucker for romance.

“Frank Frank Frank lemme see it!!!!!” Julie spins around Frank, jumping up and down as he chuckles. “I wonder what this one will say..”

Frank opens the envelope and opens the card, which has a pop up flower in the middle with miniature bees all around it, with the message being “You’re bee-utiful!”

Frank smiles wider, his already rosy cheeks turning a soft red, like a ladybug’s wings. He shakes his head, still grinning at the silly card.

“Heh, this one’s clever too. Whoever this is, they’re very good at puns. Perhaps I should ask Eddie who these are from!”

Julie puts her hands on her hips. “Are you sureeeee Frank? Are you sure you’re ready to know? What if it’s someone like BARNABY?!?!”

Frank shivered at that thought; the likelihood was slim, however one could never know. Barnaby was full of surprises. “Oh goodness Julie, you’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t.”

Frank spent the rest of the day mentally going through each neighbor in the neighborhood, looking at potential matches, sifting through clues, attempting to find a solution and seeing none.

Except… he did not think about Eddie.

Frank calls Julie the next morning.

“Hello, hello, you’ve reached the Joyful residence!”

“Hello Julie, how are you doing?”

“Oh I’m doing swell, Frank! Are you excited about the next letter? I wonder what the pun will be today!”

Before Frank could respond, Julie’s voice perks up again.

“Unfortunately I have a LOT of stuff to do today so you’re gonna have to open this one on your own Frankie. Sorry!!! Gotta go! Buh-bye!!” Julie hangs up without even allowing Frank to say Goodbye.

The dial tone ringing in his ear, Frank takes a deep breath and predicts the worst.

He places the phone down, puts on his gardening gloves, and walks outside, crouching and working on his garden as the sun rises.

Chapter 3: Oh Dear.

Eddie arrives on time, his heart pounding in his chest, pounding in his ears. He takes a deep breath as he digs the letters out of his bag. “Mail’s here, Mr. Frankly!” Frank turns around and feels his cheeks warm up. Eddie smiles and hands him the letters, the one sealed with a heart on top. “Thank you Eddie. How has your morning been so far?”

“It’s been quite nice, Mr. Frankly. How has yours been?” Eddie, smiling, looks at Frank, his cheeks getting more and more warm as the time passes. Frank smiles, his cheeks burning, and says “I am doing just swell Eddie.” Eddie smiles, says goodbye, and walks away. Frank looks at the letter in his hand, his cheeks on fire. His heart pounding, he opens the envelope and nervously opens the card. A small, painted envelope pops up. The message reads, “I hope you’re aMAILable at 8 tomorrow night! -Eddie “Ed” Dear.” Frank’s heart skips a beat or two, reading the message. Reading the signature. Putting all of the little pieces together. Seeing every sign. Feeling his face burn, in the best way possible.

“Eddie… oh my goodness… it was Eddie this entire time…”

Frank’s face, normally bare and not in the slightest way positive, relaxes as his mouth slowly curves into a smile. He turns and spots a gorgeous orange flower blanketed in the sunlight, reminding Frank of Eddie. Frank smiles, feeling better than he ever has before. He walks inside, dialing Julie’s number. “Julie… Julie Joyful pick up your phone!” Barely one minute after Frank says this, Julie picks up. “Yello Frankie! Did ya find out who your little pen pal was????”

“Well Julie.. you’ll never guess.”

“Is it Eddie?”

Frank’s eyes widen. “How did you-“

“Guess who it was? Simple. He talks about you ALL OF THE TIME! Who do you think helped him make the cards?!”

“Wha— Wait just a darn minute Julie… you were helping him make those letters?!”

“Yup! He’s good with arts, crafts, and puns but he can’t use glitter glue for the life of him! So I had to help him sparkle it up a bit!”

Frank smirks. “Well, if you know so much about the cards, then what did this one say?”

“He wants to take you on a date tomorrow! Do you wanna go?”

Frank immediately hangs up the phone with a great amount of force, sending a loud crack sound through the room.

On the other end, the dial tone is loudly ringing in Julie’s ear. She looks over and shrugs at Eddie, who is standing over a messy desk and is covered in various colors, mainly pink, of glitter glue. “Uh, ma’am? Can I have a little help with these flowers?”

“I’m not sure they’re gonna be used, Eddie! He hung up on me!”

“Oh no! Jeez, do you think maybe I went too fast?”

“Eddie, you gave him a letter every day for WEEKS!” Julie looks at Eddie. Her facial expression was a mix of shock, empathy, and proudness.

She picks up a bottle of neon blue glitter glue. “At least talk to him one on one first! That way you’ll know for sure!”

Chapter 4: Rain.

The next morning arrives, a cloudy Saturday with flowers blooming everywhere in the neighborhood, colors of the rainbow shining like beacons in the soft yellow light of the sunrise. Eddie Dear had been up and about for about an hour, in day-to-day attire since he had the day off, at Poppy’s insistence. His outfit was loose navy blue pants and a nice white t-shirt, and of course, his hair was styled just the way he liked it.

He takes a look at his clock on the wall, softly ticking away. “6 in the mornin’ already? Goodness gracious I’m gonna be late for mah walk!” Eddie slides on his tennis shoes and heads out the door, and despite leaving his house later than usual, he walks calmly, taking his time to observe the flowers in yards, the trees in a vibrant shade of green, and the sun, a gorgeous yellow ball complimenting the gray sky, blue patches appearing throughout. Quite a while away, approximately 40 minutes, Frank, relaxed yet stressed simultaneously, is gardening, finding weeds and taking them out, placing them in a neat pile beside him. The pile is very large, as Frank wakes at 4 in the morning to garden. To walk around the neighborhood, it does take a good while, around an hour or so if you’re not in a hurry.

As the sky becomes darker, the clouds bundled together as if one, Eddie starts to worry about the possibility of rain. He shrugs this off, believing the worst it could be is a slight drizzle, nothing major. 20 minutes go by, and the sky has turned close to black. Frank notices this and calmly stands, collects his weeds, and tosses them out before going inside. Lightning strikes a small ways away, spooking Eddie slightly. A couple of second later, the sound of the strike catches up and booms through the neighborhood, rumbling and encasing Eddie in its roar.

The rain starts to pour, hard rainfall hitting the ground loudly with splashes. Eddie starts to run. The rain, pouring down ruthlessly, drenches Eddie’s clothes. As Eddie runs past Frank’s house, he hears a voice calling his name. “Eddie! Mr. Dear, come inside!!!” Eddie looks towards the voice to see the faint silhouette of Frank. Frank runs inside, grabs an umbrella, and sprints towards Eddie. He opens the umbrella above them both, breathing heavily. “What are you doing out here in this horrendous weather?!” Frank yells, attempting to be heard over the downpour. He was genuinely concerned and frightened for Eddie’s well being. Frank grabs Eddie’s hand and pulls him along towards the door slightly before closing the umbrella behind him. Eddie, confused, stands in front of Frank, who due to not opening the umbrella until he reached Eddie, is also drenched, his hair hanging loosely along his face, water streaming down his cheeks and forehead. “You are going to catch a cold! Come here, I’m bringing you a towel to dry yourself off with.”

“I- Mr. Frankly I’ll be fi-“ Eddie stutters, failing to get the words out before Frank gives him a towel. “Nonsense. Dry off and sit down, you can stay here until this storm passes.” Frank leaves, and comes back with a towel, drying his own hair and clothing off. Eddie dries himself, and awkwardly sits down, attempting to act casually. Frank looks at Eddie’s moist hair, then looks Eddie in his eyes. “Your hair appears stuck together, do you use hairspray by any chance?” Eddie looks upwards towards his hair and lifts his hand to run it through his locks.

Glue.

The glue he uses to style his hair EVERY MORNING got wet, then moved around when Eddie tried to dry his hair, and in turn messed his hair up. Eddie’s face starts to warm up with embarrassment. “Goodness, I am so sorry, it’s uhm- it’s glue-“ Eddie awkwardly chuckles in between his sentence, “I style my hair with glue in the mornin’s. Hairspray doesn’t have a particularly nice smell, and glue’s much easier to work with.” Frank smirks slightly, trying not to laugh. Frank, now snickering, looks at Eddie with an amused expression before raising one side of his brow. “Eddie, I mean- Mr. Dear- do you need to wash your hair?”

Eddie, furiously blushing, looks to the side to avoid eye contact.

Frank calmly smiles. “Mr. Dear use the bathroom and wash out your hair, it’s not good to leave product in it for a long amount of time, it could damage your hair you know!” Eddie looks at the floor, embarrassed. “I couldn’t possibly-“ Frank smirks, suddenly relaxing his face and looking towards the rain and catching Eddie off guard, making him go quiet. “You know what? Come with me.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “I- uh- okie dokie then.” Eddie stands. Frank sets their towels on the table and walks towards the door. “Come on outside. The rain will probably get it out, and standing outside in the rain is actually quite nice if you’re being safe! Besides, we’re already quite… wet.”

Frank opens the door and puts out his hand towards Eddie, who hesitantly takes it. Frank holds Eddie’s hand as they both walk out into the pouring rain. Frank is the first to walk out, and he smiles at Eddie before taking Eddie’s hand and pulling him out into the raindrops, into the storm. Eddie looks up, holding his arm above his eyes so that he can see, but he is greeted with a threatening view, clouds darker than the midnight sky.

“Didn’t you say I’ll catch a cold, Mr-“ Eddie is cut off by Frank’s sudden snickering. Eddie’s face warms, listening to Frank’s laughter. “I did, didn’t I? But didn’t I also say to go wash your hair?” Eddie smirks. “You did, you did.” Frank’s snickering lit up the otherwise darkened environment. Eddie starts to laugh, which causes them both to burst into loud, pure laughter in the rain, drowned out only by the sound of the thunder, the wind, and the loud pattering of the rain hitting concrete. Eddie’s hair falls, as all of the glue falls out, landing on the ground below and into the sewer drain. Both stand in the rain, giggling like children as they stand there. Eddie runs his fingers through his hair, and he can tell everything is out. He looks at Frank, who is staring at the yard, water flooding everywhere. “Let’s head back inside, we don’t want to get sick, do we?” Frank laughs, and looks directly into Eddie’s eyes.

“Sure.”

That small word, clear against the noise, made Eddie smile as he took Frank’s hand in his, locking their fingers together. Eddie stands there for a moment, as if frozen, with fear and anticipation. Frank feels his face warming up as he looks at Eddie’s hand in his. This moment, as if everything froze, was something brand new for the both of them. Frank smiles, tightens his grip softly and walks towards the door into the house. The two walk inside, water dripping from their clothes and their hair. Eddie grabs his towel and attempts to dry it off. Frank just stares, surprised by how long he had been oblivious to Eddie’s feelings.

Realizing both of their clothes are now completely soaked, Frank quickly dries his hair, and walks off towards the attic door. “I should have SOMETHING for you to wear, you can’t have wet clothes on the ENTIRE day!” Eddie raises an eyebrow. Crashing, shuffling, and the sound of boxes moving arise from the attic. “I actually found something. It might be a tad loose but- it should work slightly until you are able to leave.” Frank emerges with a blue pair of pants, with polka dots, and a large red sweater. “Julie took Barnaby shopping a little while back and gave me what he did not want. I suppose it was useful.” Eddie smiles and thanks Frank for the clothing. He walks off and emerges dry and in the baggy clothing. “Turns out these pants are adjustable!”

Flustered, Frank gives him an awkward thumbs up. “You look… nice.”

Frank changes his clothing into something more.. well, casual. He emerges in a pair of loose black sweatpants, and a soft yellow t-shirt. He looks over and smiles at Eddie, who appears to be checking him out, his eyes going down, then up, then freezing at Frank’s face. Frank’s amused expression said everything; he got caught red-handed and red-faced, too.

Frank walks closer to Eddie, a light smile making his face home. “Are you okay Mr. Dear? You appear quite shook.”

Eddie nervously meets Frank’s eyes, which show kindness, empathy, but most of all, no matter how much Frank attempts to hide it, his eyes show pure amusement. Eddie smiles and says, “Yes Frank- I mean- Mr. Frankly, yes I am alright. Are you alright? Is it hot in here or is that just me?”

Frank chuckles, as it is a very common mishap between them to accidentally address each other as their first names, and Eddie’s rambling was quite cute.

“I am fine, but you should know something.” Frank smiles, and Eddie raises his eyebrow in curiosity. “You can address me as Frank, you know. I don’t mind it. I consider us close enough for that.”

Eddie blushes at this. Close enough? Did he mean as friends or as something more… serious? Eddie hesitates and repeatedly opens his mouth before shutting it, as he can’t figure out how to respond. Frank’s head starts to spin after around 2 minutes, which causes him to try and stop it, only to fail, which then causes his head to spin even faster. Eddie’s eyes widen. “Oh goodness, Mr- I mean- Frank- I- here let me..” Eddie moves closer and cups Frank’s head in his hands, then slowly rotates it so that his head is back in place, his cheeks in Eddie’s palms.

Eddie blushes and lets Frank’s head go, and turns to look at the floor. Frank pauses for a moment, processing the incident.

Frank takes a deep breath and sits down on the couch, patting the spot next to him, silently inviting Eddie to join him, and the mailman accepted the invitation.

Frank’s face falls slightly, his brow furrowing a tad as his mouth falls into a gentle line.

“Eddie… we need to discuss something.” Eddie’s heart drops. He freezes before breathing in and sitting up a tad straighter.

Frank stands up, walks into the kitchen, opens a drawer, grabs the “aMAILable” card from the drawer and walks back into the living room, where he sits next to Eddie. “This… did you mean it?” Eddie, confused, looks at the card, then back at Frank, then at the card. Eddie sighs in defeat, shame, and humiliation, believing he messed up. “Yes. I did.”

Frank blushes, his smile returning, but much softer, wider.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

Eddie looks at Frank in shock. Frank smiles. “Honestly… I feel the same way about you…. I simply had not realized it yet.” Eddie blushes, emotions coursing through his body. Surprise, joy, everything good and perfect. Yet his face remains… blank. A frozen mask, seeming like he’s stuck in confusion. Frank begins to get nervous. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Frank says. Frank’s expression is amusement… only a little bit of his anxiety shining through. Eddie shakes his head side to side, no. Frank takes a deep breath. “Here, close your eyes.” Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Just do it, trust me.” Eddie shrugs and closes his eyes. Frank stands, walks into his office, plants covering every surface inside, and a small snip can be heard. Footsteps grow closer and Frank emerges with a rose. Frank sits next to Eddie once again and holds out the rose.

“Open your eyes.”

Eddie opens his eyes, greeted by the vivid, blood red rose in one of Frank’s hands, its petals loosely lying in a group, sharp thorns along its sides, its leaves turned downwards at the edges.

Eddie takes the rose with an expression of bewilderment on his face, and looks at Frank’s nervous expression. Eddie smiles and takes a deep breath. He sets the rose down on his armrest and hugs Frank tightly. Frank, shocked but not against the sudden contact, gently hugs him back. As they pull away, Eddie glances down and hovers his hands above Frank’s waist, a silent check for permission. Frank nods, his smile growing at the mailman’s politeness.

Eddie smiles gently, resting his hands on Frank’s waist loosely, holding the world in his arms. They gently press their foreheads together, and just sat. The only noise was the rain outside of the windows. This moment was.. perfect. Of course it was, they finally had the courage to admit that they had feelings for each other. Or at least, they had the courage to greatly imply it. Frank looks into Eddie’s eyes, Eddie looks into Frank’s. Frank takes a small breath, and moves his head back slightly. Eddie, confused, says, “Is everything okay?” Frank nods yes. Frank sighs before looking at Eddie, his smile growing just a tad.

Frank softly mumbles something that Eddie can’t quite hear. “Hm? What did you say?” Frank sighs before saying, slightly louder,

“You are so pretty.”

Eddie blushes, caught off guard. Frank looks at Eddie’s chest, embarrassed and regretting everything that ever came out of his mouth. Eddie notices this and smiles. He rotates Frank’s head upward.

“You’re pretty too.”

Chapter 5: Bug.

Eddie places his hand back onto Frank’s waist and pulls him closer, hugging him softly. Frank blushes, and holds Eddie close in his arms. They both pull away and look at each other with adoration, with trust, with love. Frank smirks, and just stares at Eddie. Frank smiles, looks over at the drawer he keeps the cards in, and looks back at Eddie. “You know, you are great with puns.” Eddie smiles. “I wanted to make them meaningful to you.” Frank grins. Eddie looks at Frank, and takes a deep breath before pulling Frank slightly closer. They place their foreheads together and just stay that way. All of a sudden, Frank’s head starts to rotate slowly as he becomes gradually more nervous. However, this has a domino effect that leads to him becoming more nervous and his head spinning faster, which makes Eddie start laughing. Eddie lets Frank go as Frank’s head gradually spins faster. Frank’s head starts making a whirring noise because of how fast it is spinning, which only makes Eddie start cackling. They are on opposite ends of the couch now, Eddie hanging onto the armrest laughing, and Frank attempting to stop his head from spinning. Eddie laughing starts making Frank more at ease, which allows his head to slow down more and more until his head is still. Eddie is still laughing at the sheer silliness of the situation. Frank snickers slightly before shaking his head in a “Oh you~” sort of way. “I-“ Eddie wheezes in between his words, trying to keep his composure. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you!” Eddie covers his mouth in an attempt to stop laughing. Frank smiles and laughs silently. “It’s okay, Eddie. Your laugh is nice, you know. I hope I hear it more often.” Frank says this as if it was casual small talk, smiling comfortably at Eddie’s blushing face. “I- Well- Thank you, Frank, I-“ Eddie stutters for a good moment trying to figure out how to thank Frank for the compliment. Frank chuckles and moves closer to Eddie, softly grabbing his hand. This calmed Eddie down enough to stop stuttering. “Thank you, Frank. I like your laugh too.”

Frank smiles, and looks out the window to see the rain slowly becoming less violent. “Oh, the rain is passing by.” Eddie looks out of the window and sees the clouds becoming a lighter shade of gray. “Oh wow… is it just me, or does the grass seem greener after rain?” Frank smiles softly, admiring Eddie in the light of the sun, peeking through the clouds. “I suppose. Ooo!!! Eddie come see!” Frank stands excitedly and runs towards the door. Eddie raises his eyebrow and follows Frank, only to see him crouched in his garden holding something in his hands. Eddie walks over and immediately yelps at the sight of the beetle in Frank’s hands. “Maladera castanea.” Frank says, standing and holding the beetle as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “These beetles often only come out at night… I wonder why it’s here in the middle of the afternoon.” Frank says, curiosity very obvious in his voice. His expression changes to one of realization as he stares at it longer, and he appears to become saddened by something. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” Eddie slowly approaches Frank, still scared by the bug. Frank sighs, crouches down, and places the beetle onto a small leaf in his garden. “It must have gotten caught in the storm or something.” Frank says sadly. “It’s sad really; I never even noticed that it was there. I could have researched it alive.” Eddie places his hand onto Frank’s back. “It’s okay, the lil’ guy had a big ol’ life!” Frank smiles and stands up.

Holding Eddie’s hand in his own, Frank softly speaks up.

“Maybe you’re right, Eddie. Maybe you are right.”

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Cop Cutie | Harvey x Reader

After a little accident at the Spirit's Eve Festival, Doctor Harvey helps the Farmer recover from an injury.

Spirit’s Eve was not your favorite holiday.

It arrived at the crux of the harvest season– there were pumpkins to be picked, wine to age, hay to gather, and a seemingly endless amount of chores to get done before the snow hit come winter.

And yet, you found yourself dressing up to attend the very festival you swore you wouldn’t have time for.

The dressing up part was new– Lewis had insisted upon it, calling it an ‘opportunity for camaraderie’ between the townsfolk.

After rummaging through your closet, you decided to wear a blue hat, yellow and green shirt, red pants, and purple boots. Bam– you were a prismatic shard.

If nothing else, at least it would make a few people laugh. 

After checking on your chickens one last time, you left the farm, squinting to see in the dark. 

The town square was completely transformed for the festival: Gus had set out several tables absolutely heaping with food, Marlon had some sort of live skeleton exhibit, and Pierre had set up shop by the entrance of the maze, as always. 

“Hiya, farmer!” Marnie said, waving at you. 

“Hi, Marnie! Hi, Jas!” You smiled at both of them. Marnie was dressed in a feathered shirt, and she had painted a beak on her face. Jas was dressed exactly like Penny. 

“Oh! Are you Miss Penny!” You asked. 

“Mhm! And that means I’m a grown up! And that means that I can go in the maze!” Jas chirped, puffing out her chest. 

“No, Jas. You’re too young.” Marnie chided. “Come on, let’s go get some pumpkin pie.”

“Wait, I’ll take her.” You offered. “We won’t go far, I’ll keep her safe.”

“Oh, are you sure? Jas can be quite a handful…”

“Aw, I can handle her! C’mon, Jas,” You held out your hand, “Let’s go take on that maze!”

Jas took your hand and immediately pulled you into the maze. 

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” You laughed as she tugged you along.

“Woooooow, the maze is so cool!” Jas gawked. 

“Slow down, Jas. There are a few obstacles—look, that gravestone almost blends into the shadow!” You tried to keep your balance as Jas tugged you faster through the maze, her enthusiasm contagious. Your foot caught on something solid. “Wait, Jas, watch ou—” A sudden jolt, and you found yourself tumbling forward, the fake gravestone scraping your leg as you hit the ground.

“Oh no!” Jas crouched at your side. “Are you okay?”

“I think so…” You sat up, rubbing the back of your head. “My ankle…” A throbbing pain shot up your leg. 

“I’ll… I’ll go get doctor Harvey!” Jas sprinted away.

“Wait, Jas, don’t go by yourself— oh, sweet Yoba…” You sighed, leaning against the hedge wall. 

Jas soon returned, a police officer behind her. “I’m baaack!” 

You were confused– Pelican Town had no police force. “I’m sorry, sir, there must have been a mistake…”

“Um, actually… It’s me.” Harvey said sheepishly, removing his hat. “Borrowed the costume from Pierre, heh. Pretty convincing, right?”

“I didn’t even recognize you!” You tried to sit up. 

“Easy, now. Go slow.” Harvey sat next to you. “Jas said you tripped?”

“Yeah…” You laughed awkwardly, gesturing to the fake gravestone. “I think I did something to my ankle.”

“Let me take a look.” He shimmied over to your ankle. “Mind if I touch you?”

“By all means, go ahead.” 

He gently palpated your ankle. “Does that hurt?”

You winced. “A little.”

“Can you try and rotate it for me?”

Though it was painful, you managed to rotate your ankle in a full circle.

“Thank you.” He turned to look at you. “Good news– It doesn’t seem broken, just a bad sprain.”

You sighed, leaning back onto the hedges. This would certainly slow down your harvest on the farm. 

“I can take you to the clinic and wrap it for you, if you like.” Harvey offered.

“Oh, um, sure.” You snapped back into reality. “Oh, Jas, are you okay?” 

Jas’s eyes were filled with tears. “I’m so sorry you got hurt! I’ll never go into the maze again, never, never, never!”

“It was an accident.” You said. “It’s okay, really.”

“You don’t have to stay out of the maze forever,” Harvey said, helping you to your feet, “But it is important to be very careful and aware of our surroundings.”

Jas nodded rapidly. 

“Go back to Marnie, now.” Harvey said, leaning your weight on him. “I’m sure she’s wondering where you are.” 

Jas turned back towards the entrance to the maze, slowly making her way back to her aunt.

“Okay, let’s try to walk. Let me know if there’s any pain.” Harvey said, slowly moving forward.

You became acutely aware of where Harvey's hands gently held your waist, his fingers firm but careful. A flutter of nervousness bloomed in your chest—strong, yet soft, and he held your weight like it was nothing. You glanced up at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and you quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Why was this making you so flustered?

“So… forgive me if this is rude, but… what’s your costume?”

“Oh, I’m… I’m a Prismatic Shard.” You said, a slight laugh in your voice. “I didn’t really have any other ideas.”

He brushed a stray curl out of his face, glancing at you nervously. “I’m definitely taller than Pierre…” he said with a sheepish smile, gesturing at the too-short hemline and his exposed ankles. 

“I think you look great, Harvey.” 

Harvey cleared his throat. “Um… Okay, here we are. That’s the hard part done.” He sighed as you exited the maze. “There are stairs, would you mind if I…” He cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I carry you down the stairs? Because of your ankle, I mean.”

A sudden heat rushed to your face, and you prayed the dim light hid the color spreading up your neck. “I, uh… yeah, sure,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way your heart raced in your chest.

He lifted you onto his back, and the two of you quickly descended the stairs and entered the clinic. 

“Here we are.” He lowered you onto an exam table before retrieving a roll of athletic tape from a drawer. “Can I see your ankle?”

You swung your legs up onto the exam table. 

He quickly wrapped your injured ankle, and the pain quickly subsided. 

“It feels much better. Thank you, doctor.” You said, smiling.

“Of course, Farmer. I’m always happy to help you.”

“I guess I’m in here a lot, huh…” you said, laughing slightly.

“I believe your trips to the mines have single-handedly depleted my stock of saline and bandages for the month… I put in an order for more yesterday.” He said.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me so much… I’ll try to be more careful.”

“No, no… I mean, yes, I do want you  to be more careful, but I don’t mind treating you. You’re my friend, this is the least I can do for you.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Harvey.”

“Now,” he said, standing, “Do you plan to stay at the festival much longer? Gus has some spiced apple cider that I think you’d love.”

“Well, I was planning to go home… but cider sounds good.” You stood, taking his offered hand.

Arm and arm, the Police officer and the Prismatic Shard returned to the festival, both a little happier and both unsure why.

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

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When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Chapter 1: New Stone World

Summery: The first man awakes from his stone slumber

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Word count: 884

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The quietness and tranquility of the forest has been disturbed by the sound of stone cracking. The fragments of stone fell off as the perpetrator of the disturbance started to move. Who is this you may ask? Well you're going to find out soon. All you need to know right now is that he is the first human to revive from stone in stone world Japan.

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“Yeah! I'm finally free!” I imagined my block headed friend’s flashy entrance that I was ten billion percent sure of him doing.

I started to get up, careful of not altering the evidence. I grabbed a couple of rocks to mark the potion of my body and buried the stone fragments that I'll investigate later when I'm able to.

The sound of shuffling caught my attention to a tree branch where three monkeys hanged. Not even a moment later they all swinged away as if I was something dangerous or new.

“Am I the first human they’ve seen?” I muttered

I grabbed some vines from trees and wrapped them around my waist to cover my lower regions. Then I started assessing my surroundings. Unfortunately civilization didn’t survive, it's essentially a new world. In fact I may be the first shiny monkey to be born in it.

It's been 117,354,893,870 seconds now. Factoring the leap years and the fact that Earth’s rotation slows by 17 millionths of a second every year is some nasty mental math. Despite the Earth’s rotation hardly amounting to anything but its best to be as closely accurate.

I took a sharp stone and started to carve on a tree. Embedded was: April 1st, 5738 A.D.

April fools day, how funny. I can remember vividly about a certain someone who would always prank me on that day when we were kids.

“(y/n)...”

I turned and looked at the three monkeys that were behind me. I couldn’t help but smile. They looked down on me because I'm new but no, I have the knowledge of all human civilizations for the past 2 million years. I took a log and a stick and started turning it into the other. There I made three solemn promises. To rebuild civilization, reach space, and find out what happened 3,718 years ago.

Unfortunately I'm not a meathead like Taiju, nor an ultra-dexterous craft club kid like yuzuriha, or even an innate talentful like (y/n). There's no way I’ll be able to start a fire with a primitive hand drill, and especially not in Japan’s humidity.

I strayed away from the fire making to make something else useful. I started smashing the edges of the rocks against others to make it sharper. Like the technique native Indians used to make their spearheads and tools. I'm simply making a knife out of the hardest material around which was a colorful piece of chert.

It took a lot of trial and error which was no biggie. I've studied everything I could in the old world, and I'm willing to try everything. But no doubt about it that the girl’s presence would have made this ten billion times easier. She most likely had a hyperfixation on something close to this which could have made stone tools that were much better than mine within three trials.

heh…even without you right beside me you’re still occupying my mind.\

[stone tools acquired]

I unraveled a plant with the freshly made knife I made right before, and then started twisting it together. Soon it became a rope that I tied to either ends of a curved stick. Wrapped another stick, that's been cut to a sharp point, in the rope. Started moving it back and forth as fast as possible.

You see when cellulose from the wood is heated through friction and exposed to air, it rapidly oxidizes which gives us combustion!

[fire acquired]

I used the stone axe I made and chopped some trees to get wood for shelter. Chopping it was easy, moving it made me wish Taiju or (y/n) was here.

When that was finished I started chasing a deer for food. I failed however with an account that It was faster and had a lot more stamina than me. I wasn’t going to plague over it though. I fashioned a trap with more rope I made, the trees around me, sticks that I pegged down, and bait. An old fashion hunters trap but it worked, that night I ate deer on top of the fire I had such a hard time making.

Finally went and built a shelter and soon made some clothes with the deer skin I hunted. Along with a pair of shoes to protect my feet. In no time the three monkeys that were mocking me earlier were soon surprised by what I made. I laughed in response

“I just realized I never introduced myself It's a pleasure to meet you all” I saw the monkey’s eyes grow bigger and bigger from shock

“I'm the only one of my kind still walking this world, I'm a human being, also known as Senku Ishigami.” despite them most likely not understanding what I was saying I still explained my goal to them: to build a technical civilization from scratch. And this is where it all starts.

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Sojourn In The Sun

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Arranged Marriage; Childhood Friendship To Complicated Feelings™️; Fluff; Angst; Canon-Compliant; Contains Manga Spoiler; Satoru & Reader Are So Cute, So Honest And So Kind-Of-Happy With Each Other Here– I Love Them!; Silly Jokes Are Their [& My] Coping Mechanism; Takes Place Between JJK 221 & 236.

Oneshot From Series: One Day, Three Autumns

"You. Baked. This. For. Me."

"No, Satoru. A stork flew in through ths kitchen window and dropped this bloody cake on that table."

"But don't they deliver babies or something? Plus, isn't that window a tad too tiny for such a big bird?"

"I guess, the stork must've dropped you on your head while delivering you to your parents, you know?"

A beat passes in response to your remark, before Satoru erupts into a fit of chortles and you shake your head with a huffed chuckle. Getting up from where you were hunched over the countertop, nibbling on an omelette and scrolling through your mobile, Satoru watches your face gleam in fondness in the late morning light, as you amble over to him.

Very messy hair. Ratty old clothes. Sleepy yet shiny eyes— His cheeks hurt from the sheer joy bubbling in his chest at this sight before him.

"Seriously, sweetness? Storks?" he asks, lifting his arm then dropping it to wrap round your shoulders as you reach him and snuggle into his side – only to catch hold of the hem of his huge sweater, and squeeze yourself into it, your tiny fingers clasping round his back as your head emerges at the top and you move to nuzzle into his neck, teeth biting cute little nips on the skin there.

If it was even two months back, Satoru reckons he would have been a hell lot stunned, seeing you give your affections so blatantly– that too at a place outside your shared bed, outside the darkness of the night.

But... It no longer is two months back. It is now. Not only in day, date, time. But also in the irreversibly mutated fashion the earth rotates on its axis everyday in the man's eyes. New experiences. New allies. New absences. New nightmares...— Everything's different from how it was before that chilly October night— Your husband deems it to be not an awful lot strange to see you too like this. The world is not the same as before; to survive, you too must change to adapt to the change, must you not?

Lips brushing your forehead once before dashing away, he asks in a soft yet humorous tone, "Too tired to give a reply, are we now, huh?"

"Not really," you hum, your words punctuated by a yawn you're quick to suppress; you resume, "I know only two birds which are said to be used in sending parcels and stuff. One, messenger pigeon– but they are too small to carry a cake like that. Two, stork– stories do say they were used to deliver babies – so I thought delivering a cake would be a piece of cake for them, heh!" You shoot him a grin, eyes crinkling at the corners into lovely half-moons, "Pretty funny and punny, ain't I?"

"Of course, sweetness. You are all three," Satoru is quick to agree with a nod— happy wife = happy life; plus, it's not like he's lying to you— A shadow of confusion falls on your face— Deciding to deal with it later, for the sake of the question weighing on his mind at the moment, the man repeats his ask from earlier, "You really really baked this for me?"

You return a nod, hints of a smile lurking in the shape of your lips.

"But why?"

Whatever happiness might've beginning to bloom on your features, it withers away– Your husband smacks himself internally for employing such a tone: So weak, so much so that it makes you peer up at him in concern he has only ever seen on you after a particularly bad mission.

So weak, so that it makes him hope you don't think him to be any less than 'The Strongest'— any less than being capable of standing beside you, protecting you, being worthy of you.

A pair of chapped lips plant themselves on his cheek. "Just because I wanted to bake a cake for you, 'Toru!" you explain with a giggle, albeit its subdued quality doesn't go past his eye, as you move a bit away to press a swift kiss on his other cheek; fingers drawing lazy patterns on his scalp and massaging the roots of his hair.

"You've always done too much for me and everyone else– Thought of returning the favour once, although I doubt it can ever match yours... Also, haven't you always wanted to eat a cake baked by yours truly?"

He has.

He so, so has.

Ever since the day you baked some muffins for him in the microwave oven of the school kitchen– him, a grumbling mess thanks to his all-too-familiar migraine and those old geezers– you, another grumbling mess thanks to your all-too-familiar insomnia and those annoying AF exams—

Satoru never imagined he could taste a sweet dish made by you ever again in his life, for the past ten years or so— given how the morning after that night you declared you would never bake again: "uff, that is too fuckin' tiring and boring!" and how every next time he came with a migraine to your door, you pointedly ignored his whining for you to bake him something, choosing to grab the warm and cold compress instead and give him a massage, following the manuals kept in stack-over-stack on your table—

Even during his teenage years, then later as an adult, the sorcerer has always missed your baking, but seeing you care for him in ways much too characteristically 'you'... he decided to pay no mind to such dumb wishes, he knows you'll never fulfill in this lifetime.

Except now you've fulfilled them and your husband doesn't know any response fitting enough to thank your efforts and thoughts through.

Throwing the cake a sideways glance, he brings his focus back to you gazing at him, to the eagerness reflecting in your irises. His lips tilt up into a smile, obeying a mind of their own.

"Blue velvet cake with white frosting... you sure do know how to make me happy, don't you, sweetness?" he muses out loud, carefully noting the warmth creeping up your neck into your cheeks and ears, "But, so much for a thanks... there must be another reason behind this, right?"

Feeling the tiny burst of air hitting him from your quiet exhale, Satoru lets you maneuver him towards the kitchen until he's leaning with his back against the marble island and you're nestling even closer to him.

A palm glides cautiously over the planes of his back.

Almost as if the man in front of you is a glass figurine–

Almost as if you're fine with him being a glass figurine.

So easy to read.

So easy to hurt.

So easy to care for with the gentlest of touches and softest of smiles, the look in your eyes tells every one of his six eyes– the innumerable chips and cracks in his very essence be damned—

You poke his cheek, a knowing twitch in your lips.

"You rarely ever cuddled me in bed before, yet now, every single night and day, I find you squeezing me with those arms and legs of yours..." Satoru's eyes widen. Your lips part in a fondly teasing grin. "Think why – really why– you hug me for warmth and don't hog the blankets; and you'll have your answer, 'Toru."

Birds shriek outside. Your mobile beeps thrice. Your omelette goes as frozen as poor Uranus on the countertop beside.

For the second time this cold day, the two of you break into laughter.

"And you'll have your answer, 'Toru!?!?" Satoru mimics you except in a soprano-esque shrill voice. "Who the fuck do you think we are, huh? A pair of lovers in some Shakespeare-y play, baring our feelings to each other in the soft glow of the winter sun, or some stupid shit like that?"

Another chuckle breaks free from your chest at his words; the grin on his face widening, he watches you take a long breath then say, "Nope nope nope! The both of us are way too uncivilised to play any role like in Shakespeare's plays — but Satoru~" you drawl your vowels out; his heart beats a little faster in his chest– "I can never be as unrefined as you, going as far as to keep your wife waiting, while you ask question after question– and not eat the cake and praise it, like a good spouse should, you know?"

"Oh, is it so?" The man inquires, brow raised, before warping with you in his arms to where the cake's kept, and cutting a big chunk with the knife kept, gobbles it all up in one go.

The tilt of your lips betrays the disapproving click your tongue makes.

A very content hum escapes Satoru. "Your baking's something out of this world–no, galaxy, sweetness. I hope you know–"

He stills, focus stolen by the letters and number a bit far on the table–

Satoru's gaze snaps back to you, only to find the same smile on your face– so simple, so devious– complicated and thwarted by the small expressive tremor of your lips; your gaze moving away from him to a calendar on your left and his right, the very same which stopped him—

Grasping your chin in his frosting-covered fingers, he drags your gaze back to himself, tutting, "You aren't any better than me, wifey. You too lack the same manners and etiquettes I do— So, now— c'mon, c'mon, c'mon–" he says, not unlike a broken record, playing the same section of music until he makes you cave in from the annoyance alone, "Wish your darling husband 'Happy Birthday 'Toru!!', give him a big birthday smooch, and be the courteous wife, you aren't really, but think you're— Now, go ahead, go ahead, go–"

"No."

"No?" Satoru echoes, holding back a weary chuckle. Or sigh. The man doesn't know which. You nod with that same stubborn determination of yours, he has happened to love-hate-tolerate over the years. "Yeah. No. I don't wanna. Wishing you can only solidify the fact that today is December 7th–"

"I think, the clock striking twelve few hours back solidified it–"

"Which will go on to cement the fact we're only 17 days away–"

"I don't think the fact needs any cementing. It's cast in stone–"

"Is there no way we can be happy, Satoru?"

Your question startles him into a momentary stun – not 'cause of the solemnity packed into every word of it – but because it serves as the mirror image to the question them cursed voices in his brain ask him in the warmth of the day, in the chill of the night, when he finds Yuuji sitting by himself with no spiky black hair nor bright orange hair next to him; when he catches the ashtray on Shoko's table filled with way too many cigarette stubs; when he wakes up to see you sitting in the dimly lit storeroom, a faded photograph or a childish drawing in your hand; when he looks at the mirror and finds the reason behind every pain his cherished ones have suffered, staring right back at him—

"There is," Satoru says, willing his mind to shut up for once, to let him say what he wants to say for once– the clock is ticking a bit too fast–

"Don't think of today as anything more than that it's December 7. Not how many days it's been since Halloween. Not how many days it'll be before it's Christmas Eve. Just focus on the fact it's my birthday, and everything will seem a hell lot better, even if it's only for a short time."

You peer at him attentively, before narrowing your eyes a bit. "Never took you as the kind to ignore reality, y'know?"

Your husband cracks an amused grin. "Still, standing in the middle of a warzone and actively ignoring it is cooler than running away from it, isn't it?"

"Cooler and dumber," you correct with a teasing grin and a waggle of your finger– however, before he can gather any retort to your remark, he finds himself being pulled down by his collar, his lips colliding with your waiting ones— the ensuing kiss a little sweet, a little spicy, a little shy, a little hungry; but overall, very, very addicting. Satoru thinks you can never give him kisses enough to satiate him, even for a tiny while.

He is always going to stay this ravenous, this yearning for you. In this lifetime and every other that follows. He can't ever get enough of you.

A tiny pop! reverberates in the bubble round you two, as your mouth gently separates from his, though never strays anywhere far, resting only few millimetres away. Eyes drifting to his swollen lips for a beat, Satoru watches you look at him again, cheeks heated and stretched in a smile.

"Happy birthday, Satoru," you whisper, "Many, many happy returns of the day."

"Thanks," the man mumbles, running a careful thumb back-and-forth over your bottom lip– before something clicks to life in his mind. Your husband registers a slow smirk form on his face. "But I guess it'll be a happier birthday if ya promise to bake me a cake every now and then. What do you think, sweetness?"

"Nah!" your reply arrives, as if it's a reflex response and not one which requires some thinking, "Baking's too fuckin' tiring and boring– But..." you trail off for a beat, the nonchalance on your face morphing into a tenderness– You resume, "Why don't you try and find out by yourself if I will ever decide to bake a cake for you, every now and then, yeah?"

The weight of your words lingers in the gap in between for a second.

Accepting the weight with an eager grin, Satoru closes the gap, him inclining forwards to rest his forehead on yours.

"Sounds like a challenge, sweetness. Good thing, I'm more than ready to try my best to meet it."

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[angelsinthejungle]

deep throat baby such sweet sounds

cw: restraining, first time, soft domme, deep throat, slight humiliation, reader performing. short read. this is a bit diff than usual, idk what came over me heh 😅

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Chains clink against the hook suspended above. He’s been naked for a half hour now. Standing with his hands bound high, his back stretching feline like. His legs are splayed and tied to a bar. He’s unable to move anywhere only rotate. I spoon up against his back. My soft breasts and leather strapped lingerie presses against his warm skin.  

Slowly, I reach around him trailing my fingernails down his chest, up his shoulders, under his arms, tickling his tummy. I pinch hard on his nipples. He squirms around “mmmmpphmmm-ing” making sweet pathetic noises as I tease him. His mushroom head swollen and leaky with precum, I massage it. It’s so slippery and juicing, making my hand glide quickly.

“You like that baby hmmm?” My arms lock onto him as I jerk him off from behind. “Ahhh, fuck, yes.” He groans. His hips jut forward but my grasp is too tight holding him in place.

I lick around his tip and slide him in my mouth. I tug on his balls. “Mmm my baby taste so good. mmm.” My eyes water up as I start to push him in. I don’t want him knowing this is my first time deep throating. So I hide it best I can. 

His hips eager, lean in trying to push forward deeper into my throat, I let him. My cheeks flush a burning red complimenting my swollen lips around his girth. I gag. I start coughing and crying. The salt of my tears sting my cheeks. 

He has the nerve to look me in the eyes, “baby girl can’t handle it huh?” He smirks out.

His head falls back and I quickly release, pulling him out of me. Catching my breath. We don’t break eye contact as I stand up and slap his face. I leave the room. I leave him alone and confused. For minutes that turn into 30. Letting him wonder. What is she doing? What is she feeling? Is she really mad? Would she ever leave me like this?

After awhile I come back and shut the glass door. He sees a reflection of my ass before my hands swiftly tie a mask around his eyes. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Open your mouth” I demand. He turns away mumbling out small complaints. Gently I guide his face back to me and pucker his lovely lips introducing a ball gag between them. He feels a wrapping and tie pulled taut around his waist. He hears a small jingling and feels a pleasant brush through his hair. He’s trying to speak to me but I don’t really care.

I untie his eyes. His reflection makes him wince— in kitty ears, a pink ball gag, and a cute ribbon tied around his waist. It makes him muzzle out in embarrassment. I lift his chin “got something to say?”

On my knees I grab his thighs, push and pull him in and out my mouth, at my speed.

He hears me gagging and feels the wet slaps of my tears every time my face smacks into his groin. He fixates on my doe eyed face in distress and determination. His body shaking in pleasure. 

I grip his ass and push him into my face until I’m smushed against his pelvis. I’m gagging and drooling uncontrollably. Spit bursts out the sides of my mouth. Upon pulling away to catch a breath, strands pool together keeping us connected.

I knead his dick with the back of my throat, clenching my muscles tight massaging his tip making him “awh” out endlessly. 

I start bobbing myself so hard into him I’m pushing his hips backward; sopping up his swoll dick in my mouth.

“Ah-awh” he muzzles out as he cums. I grab his ass and push him deep in my throat, taking him all in, struggling but swallowing him all. He clenches up, his hips bucking forward into my face as he cums. He is moaning and whimpering against his ball gag, it’s making his kitty ears jingle. “Ahh my baby makes such sweet sounds.”

💋 angelsinthejungle

[hiskillingjar]

I don't know if this is weird enough, but I’m an acousticophiliac. I am wildly excited by the sound of chainsaws, the closer and longer I am to the sound, the more horny I become. oh, if Strade held my face over his table saw or sat on me with a chainsaw in his hands... I wonder how he'll react to how wet it makes me :3

what is this, a crossover episode? 🎥📼

1800+ words, cw for canon typical rape n violence, rough object insertation and slurs. it's a chat, what do you expect?

mountthep: come on yr being WAY too nice with this one. easily convinced by some good pussy huh??? crustykilljoy: YAAA I WANNA SEE SOMETHING FUCKED UP!!!! XD woundfucker: you freaks have no sense of fucking tension lmao. is this your first stream or something?? mountthep: if i wanted to see tension i would have stayed in film school faggot

You let out a muffled shriek as your slack body was thrown over a metal table, the firm hand in your hair and the heavy body above yours pinning you down and keeping you still against it.

You had been put through hell for the last few hours, and that was putting it lightly.

Your head was spinning from the myriad of oozing cuts all over your body, ranging in depth (some papercut shallow, others worryingly deep), burning like a fire and streaming rivulets of blood down your sweaty, pallid skin. Your legs were trembling from the amount of effort it was taking just to hold yourself upright, and though you tried to adjust yourself against the table, give yourself some degree of relief, it was to no avail.

Strade wouldn’t give you any opportunity to move, to resist him, for even a second.

"Heh, you guys are a riot tonight!" He chuckled behind the mask covering his face, permitting him an anonymity that you were not allowed (you had long figured that you weren't getting out of this alive, though, so what did you care about anonymity?) "Look, I know most of you don't have a little thing called patience, but please, try to, for me? I'll be sure to reward you if you do~"

crustykilljoy: ASDFSXFCGD ME NEXT ME NEXT HEHEHEHEHE <3333 [woundfucker PAID 200 tokens] wirehead92: way to feel vindicated woundfucker lmao Anon: wait isn't that like 2k?? dollygirl: he's dropped 20k in one livestream before. he's the only guy B3G_CRY actually takes reqs from. woundfucker: git good brokie :) how about you turn that saw on big guy, see her really start to squirm??

"Now, that's not a bad idea," Strade praised approvingly, speaking to the blinking red eye of the camera behind you, its gaze fixed on your lashed backside, bruises and blood painting a canvas of pain, and your bound ankles. "High risk, high reward, eh, ‘woundfucker’?"

You mindlessly murmured a slurred question into your thick, duct tape gag, trying to look behind your shoulder as Strade shifted to your left and leaned down.

You then heard the click of a switch, before the sharp, dangerous, rotating-too-fast-to-be-seen-by-the-naked-eye saw blade, mere inches from your head, started to whir and buzz and vibrate.

Your once hazy eyes widened instantly, blood shot and filled with unshed tears, and you tried, instinctually, to jerk backwards in spite of your bindings, away from the imminent danger in front of you, but Strade kept you pinned still with a gruff laugh.

"Haha, woah there!" He said, moving the hand in your hair to the back of your neck, keeping your head pinned down to the cool, metal table. "Don't squirm so much, buddy, or you're going to cause an accident!"

Your entire body started to tremble erratically like a trapped animal, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks as you watched the saw, unable to watch anything else. When you were this close, you could see the slightest scrape of metal on metal causing jumping sparks, not big enough to hurt you or pose any major threat, but enough to prove to you that it was very real, that the saw could and would hurt you if you didn’t stay still.

The table was positively vibrating underneath you, making the sound that much louder and rocking you right to your very core.

A core that was stirring and tightening painfully, making your thighs clench together and a whimper curl from your gagged lips.

Anon: hold up is she getting turned on??? mountthep: lmao what a slut, no wonder her ass got kidnapped dollygirl: not the first won’t be the last :) crustykilljoy: STICK SOMETHING UP THERE ASDFFNFKIIJJJJ :333 FILL THAT CUNT!!!

"Hm?" Strade hummed casually, keeping your head pinned down but moving his body away from yours. "Is that right?"

You felt his warm touch trace over your cunt then, as if inspecting it, and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning when his fingers rubbed the dripping wet of your slit thoughtfully.

"Ahhh, and here I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.” He crooned with a sick grin (you didn’t even need to look at him to see it) as he slid a finger inside you, his calloused thumb rubbing a tight circle against your clit and making you squeak and shiver all the more. “What is it, sweet thing? You don’t like the saw? You don’t like me showing off your pussy to all my guests?”

"Mmph...mmm," You groaned into your gag, pressing your hot face into the cold metal and feeling the thrumming vibrations of the buzzsawcut right through you.

“Yeeeah, I don't think you mind it, do you, fraulein?” He said, somehow even softer (as if he was speaking just for you) as he slid a second finger inside of you with ease and hooked them, curling them and rubbing them slowly against your insides while he teased your clit, making your legs clench up even tighter. “No, no, I don't think you mind it at all, actually…”

You couldn't stop yourself from pressing your hips back, chasing after more of those nice, slow touches, the only modicum of pleasure you had felt after hours and hours of pain.

This should have been your breaking point, you thought for a fleeting moment, this should have been the thing that made you cuss and scream and vomit all over his boots (forcing him to seal your mouth up with thick tape, stuck in your hair, sure to be painful if he ever tried to remove it), but it felt like more of a relief to be violated, to be raped, than it did to be hurt.

You would have gladly accepted this kind of torment over any other, given the choice.

[crustykilljoy PAID 10 TOKENS] mounttp: you dumb bitch!! crustykilljoy: PLEEEEEEASE PLEASE RAPE HER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ADNFNFJJJ XD I WANNA SEE IT SO BADDDDDD ME NEXT ME NEXT mountthep: im going to fucking kill you next time i see you you fucking cunt dollygirl: crusty woman(?) of the people woundfucker: lol mad your gf is ogling someone else?

"Ooh, danke for the generosity! I'm always happy to appease my newbies," Strade said with a good-natured laugh, ever the charmer, even when the person he was charming wasn’t in the room. "Especially when they're good enough to leave a tip~"

With that, Strade abruptly pulled his fingers out of you and the warm touch of his skin was replaced with something colder and blunt.

As it slowly breached your entrance, your cunt straining to take in the new intrusion, you quickly figured out that it was the handle of a hammer, long and solid without even an inch of flexibility to it.

In spite of the painful sensation, you moaned again, flinching as the edge of the handle dragged against your sensitive insides, providing you with no kind of pleasurable stimulation other than the sheer force of being filled so deeply.

It was painful, dreadfully so, but it paled in comparison to everything else you had gone through that night.

And you knew that you were providing plenty of lubrication for the porous wood to slide inside of you.

"Would you look at that, hm? So slick and wet..." Strade murmured with another dark smile as he pressed the handle a little further inside of you. You might have been disgusted with yourself that there was such little resistance, but you didn't have the mind to feel much of anything anymore, other than a dissociative kind of pleasure. "Christ, you're practically drooling on the cement, hah!"

Strade smoothed the hand through your sweaty hair, then, before idly pressing his groin against your bloody hip, so you felt the initial stirrings of arousal in his trousers.

Typical.

"Nasty, right?" He said, presumably for his chat to hear. "You almost don't feel that bad about raping meat like this." He paused, easing the handle in even further, so deep that you could feel it begin to meet resistance, wood hitting bone and organs while the thick metal head suddenly pressed cold against your aching clit. "Not that I'd feel that bad anyway…"

He then pressed his palm against the head, forcing the hammer even deeper inside (forcing out a pained shriek from you) as he began to grind his hips down against your bloody thigh, stimulating himself while he was torturing you.

Despite your shrieks of pain, you moaned again, your dead eyes fluttering and rolling back into your skull, barely even noticing as he slowly inched your head closer to the whirring saw blade, making the sound that much louder and effecting you so much more heavily.

"Yeah, I think you like the way that thrums, don't you?" He asked, once again lowering his voice (just for you) as he took the head of the hammer in hand and pulled it back, inching the handle out of your aching cunt, before, suddenly, slamming it back inside of you and making you yelp into your gag (making your body squirm even more).

He was probably tearing up your walls, treating your cunt like this, but you had the sense that he probably didn't care that much.

 "I can feel in your body how much you like it." He continued to pull back the hammer and thrust it into you, using it like some kind of demented sex toy, in spite of how painful it was. "Little freak~"

woundfucker: i think her pussys starting to bleed lol wirehead92: yeah i bet you hate that, username woundfucker crustykilljoy: ASDFDFAFSHB HEHEHEHEHE TAKING IT SOOOOO GOOD GOOD GIRL :DDD Anon: Internal bleeding is going to kill her quicker than anything else, though. Boring. mountthep: agreed :P

"Fussy lot tonight, hm?" Strade hummed, pushing in the hammer one last time before pulling his body back completely, reaching down to squeeze his erection with an impatient sigh through his teeth. "You're lucky that I'm kind enough to share this with you, ya know...ah, but I did promise to reward your patience, didn’t I?"

"Hmmph.." You groaned, your body slack and utterly exhausted, as he reached forward and tangled his fingers in your hair again, pressing his hips to the head of the hammer, nudging it into your town up insides even deeper.

"Nothing personal, fraulein," He murmured, caging your body down and speaking to you in a low whisper. "I think we could have had a lot more fun together..."

With that, Strade pushed your head into the whirring teeth of the saw blade.

[toons-inkwell]

Finding "Frankie" AU. Chapter: 1

Warnings: Death, blood, this is a horror game AU ya know so all that.

Words: 4,980. (Check reblogs after for author's notes if interested)

The sound of metal springs rapidly coiling and relaxing reverberated off concrete walls deep in an area hidden from the public's eye. What once was an attraction built to harbor cheer, joy, and entice adults and children to come play now was a demented trap built to trick unsuspecting fools looking for money. Posters and murals depicting what the mascots were supposed to look like were plastered all over, nothing but imagery that would give people a false sense of security before finding out what those mascots really looked like. Originally cartoons, the cast of a once beloved TV show now were twisted beyond recognition. The one the springs belonged to and what lurked through staff only areas was none other than the titular protagonist and namesake of the entire show, Frankie. Of course Frankie was a bit different from his on-screen appearance, in fact he wasn't Frankie at all. Sure his name was effectively the same and he had some semblance to him in terms of appearance, but from the very moment he was created he was told a different story. He was born of the soul and in memoriam of one of the departed showrunner's who died too soon, "Franky"—with a Y. Out of grief the remaining showrunner and the brother to the deceased crafted him to carry on the legacy, for him to help continue the show even in its... New format. He didn't like to think about that though, truth be told he didn't know what he was in his current state. He held no memories of what he was like, what Franky was like, nor did he feel like something that was once a man. All he knew was that he was created to help his brother get their show back and if that meant being a ruthless monster who would rip contestants apart, so be it. He knew his place and that was right alongside his brother–

["FRANKY!"]

Franky's long lop-ears twitched as he heard his name be called out over the facilities' intercom. His body jittered unnaturally, all the springs connected to his limbs froze up and he rotated his head to face a camera on the wall pointed directly at him. On the other side of the screen watching him dwelled his creator and only family, the real Frankie.

["Sorry there Franky, didn't mean to alarm you yet we got SO MUCH to do in such a SHORT amount of time that I thought it was important enough to use the intercom to speak to you!”]

The rabbit’s ears twitched again. With a tilted head he looked at the camera and stood still, not wanting the rustling of his springy joints to drown out whatever was about to be said

["While nobodies watching right now that won't mean they won't be soon! As of this very moment I've been getting everything in order for when they are! Apologies Franky for not telling you sooner but I'm sure you'll be happy to know that we managed to earn enough donations to get this show renewed for ANOTHER SEASON!... Just barely at least..."

Franky's ears raised slightly hearing the last few words muttered quietly. Keeping the show running as well as all the expenses of the parkour palace had eaten up most of the money they were supposed to be saving up to renew the long canceled television show. He usually didn't concern himself with the finances but if it was affecting the chances of them getting what was once theirs it would soon become his issue as well.

["Heh, don't you worry your big ears about it! Just meet me in my office, we have some BIG things to discuss this new season, I'm thinking for a little shake up!"]

With directions being given, Franky scampered towards the other rabbit’s office, scrunching down here and there whenever he needed to go down an elevator or up stairs. He often wondered why he didn't have an office like Frankie did, did he merely not need one? He did run on electricity, at least his body did, so wouldn't it make more sense to give him some sorta special room where he could recharge instead of having to share a room with the other mascots? Was it that he didn't... Deserve one?

With a shake of his head he dismissed such a silly thought and he pressed on into one of the final areas of the little show they had crafted. A momentous attraction dubbed "Frankie's Frozen Peak" that was ripe to face the action of people attempting to reach the top. Sadly no one even made it past the first area, let alone this final one. Despite the rather grim decor he had been commanded to setup, not a single soul was ever able to bear witness to the various platforms, hazards, or the rising pink "slime" that were installed into the mountain. Franky didn't really care about the lack of use the mountain saw though, in fact the less people he had to deal with the better. The only thing he really paid attention to in the immediate area were the various cardboard cutouts placed along where people would line up to participate. The friendly smiling face of what he was modeled after and what a cartoon should look like followed him as he veered to the side and ignored the mountain, instead heading towards a staircase on the side. With a quick stretch of his hand to the very top, Franky let his stressed coil arm relax and skyrocket him upwards. The entire stairway shook once he landed on it, his heavy feet kicking up dust as he tilted his head towards the human sized door with a sign next to it reading "CEO OFFICE". It was a tight fit but he was more than adept at squeezing into tight spaces, with a contract of his springs he waddled over and opened the door to the office.

There awaiting him sat Frankie, his supposed brother and the one destined to eventually take the role as the host once this silly gameshow came to an end. While Franky himself looked rather unruly with rows of horrendous sharp teeth, a maw always partially agape, and accessories that consisted of old scrap metal with a sloppy, almost worn down paint coating them, Frankie had none of that. The once human was what the TV show Frankie was supposed to look like, pristine, cleanly, and friendly looking. The only real difference between the cartoon appearance of the magical rabbit and Frankie’s body was the fact that Frankie had these small beady eyes and while his was smaller than his own prototype body, it was still quite large unlike the tiny toon that was showcased everywhere. Once upon a time when Franky first awoke Frankie himself was human as he once was. His brains and nervous system wasn't exactly attuned to his body like they were now but he could still remember opening his eyes and through faded vision being greeted by a smile of his brother who welcomed him back into the world. His creation was what led to Frankie becoming as he was now, once he was created and subsequently Henry Hotline, Frankie perfected the process and ditched his old human self to become Frankie to take back the old TV show and renew his place as the host. Franky was aware once the TV show was renewed he would not be showcased in it, he wasn't perfect nor anywhere near as appealing looking as his brother, but being the main one who the cameras focused on when slaughtering the contestants was more than enough to satiate his desire for fame. After all he has 57 seasons worth of footage of him doing what he did best, and soon it was to be 58.

"FRANKY!" Frankie greeted as soon as he saw his brother's rustling limbs and head squeeze down the corridor "took ya long enough! Now take a seat because you may wanna sit down for this one"

Franky looked towards the wall and noticed a chair. Considering his torso was twice the size of it he silently rejected and stared back at his brother.

"...Okay that's perfectly okay—now DOWN TO BUSINESS!" Frankie reached down and from his desk he pulled out a file holding a stack of miscellaneous papers "we got a lot of ground to cover... A lot..."

Although Franky didn't know what was in the folder of the papers, the intensity of his brother's stare alerted him to something being off. The air grew thick and he felt unsettled to know that something changed his brother's usually cheery mood. If he was capable of sweating in his metallic body he would at the sudden light switch tone shift and feared the worse about their current show and the future renewal of the original. With a small raise of his hand he reached over, hoping to take a peek at what could possibly be considered "a lot".

FWHIP

Frankie had slammed the folder shut and leaned back "HA! No, no, no, no! You don't need to worry yourself about this!" Frankie opened it once more and sifted through the papers, his head moving with each scan of the contents "I wouldn't want you to get stressed with all this, after all I know how sloppy you can get when you're out of the zone, wouldn't want a repeat of season 26 would we!?"

Franky's hand went back into its resting position and a growl emerged from his mouth. It was his personal way of expressing subtle annoyance although it quickly subsided at the mention of season 26. The cries were something that stuck with the viewers even after all this time.

"That's what I thought, now as for what we gotta discuss–" Frankie picked up a piece of paper displaying a graph, one that had the direction one line steadily set in the red "things haven't been... Great with the gameshow and for the past 3 seasons we've had to dip into the savings just to keep this place up, running, and funded"

Franky let out another growl, this time one of worry. If they weren't profiting or bare minimum breaking even with each season that meant there would be no big Finding Frankie comeback. With how much they desired to get that show back it made him fear their dream would be out of reach.

“What I wanted to go over with you was the ratings regarding the past few seasons and why we are actively losing money, it seems here that nobody getting far becomes boring, honestly the fact that barely now it's starting to become repetitive is a miracle!" Frankie chuckled and waved his hands in the air "now we are running a gameshow here and while we certainly can't let anybody win there's at least gotta be players to play in it"

Franky didn't understand...

The mascot saw his brother's confusion and sighed, with a shake and roll of his head to mimick and eye roll Frankie spoke in a quieter, more serious tone "Listen, while I know you just loooovveee~ ripping the contestants to shreds or squishing them underneath your feet we gotta break even this time or else there may not only be no TV show, but there may be no gameshow or even parkour palace!" Frankie held his head as it spun around on his spring neck before stopping "All you gotta do is simply hold off until I give the signal, heck maybe at least let them meet Henry, I'm sure he's probably dying to chat with somebody that isn't over the phone."

Franky didn't like the sound of that. He didn't like the sound of that one bit.

His entire body vibrated in discomfort. The very idea of anything different being done made him unleash a guttural noise from the depths of his head that was lined with bolts. Springs of his emitted a rattling sound as they stretched out, his hands and feet pushing against the confines of the tiny room. It was his show, not Henry's, why would the audience care if the contestant met Henry or not!? It was bullshit on every degree and account, until they got the money HE should be the one with all the attention on him. This gameshow would be the only time he got the spotlight so why was it being stolen by the person who the show was named after—Oh wait! That's right! IT WASN'T! The shows named Finding Frankie! NOT FINDING HENRY FUCKING HOTLINE!

"FRANKY!"

Franky froze up. The heavy tone carried by the other rabbit made him feel like his entire body had spontaneously rusted. Although incapable of seeing any emotion other than a giant smile, he could feel the rage in those black dots that stared at him.

With Franky slowly retracting back Frankie sighed, releasing his anger at his brother "...listen, I know you love to kill but just this once let at least one live okay? Just long enough to give the audience false hope, donate some more, and then once we reach a goal you can do with him whatever you please" With a wag of his finger Frankie switched back to his energetic persona, speaking hoppy and jolly "we're running a game show here, we gotta at least showcase somebody actually running through a few obstacles right?! This isn't just some snuff livestream!" Frankie suddenly perked up and looked towards a printer that had a stack of cold papers in the output tray "well... At least it wasn't intended to be" Frankie reached over and looked at a few of them, each page lined head to toe with requests of donors. It was times like this the once-human wished he could grimace and not be held back by his wide smile "I'm pretty sure everyone who sends us some of these just wanna watch you kill people in different ways, pretty uhh... pretty disturbing stuff now that I think about it" he scratched his head seeing only a few of the very graphic descriptions "eugh... whatever—THIS IS A GAME SHOW AT THE END OF THE DAY!" Frankie tossed the papers and let them fly about in the air before turning to Franky one last time. With a shoo gesture he gave one last command "go tell Henry he'll be expected to actually chase a contestant this time around, maybe that could liven up that old sourpuss, last I saw he was letting the stress of that talk show of his get to him again”

Franky said nothing and did as he was told, crawling out through the small area he fell all the way to the floor of the mountain parkour area. The springs his legs consisted of broke his fall upon landing down, his torso bobbing for a few seconds absorbing the impact. As he made his way to Henry's local he couldn't help but feel... Robbed? Was robbed the right word? He didn't know, all he knew was that he didn't like this direction the show was going in if it meant he was going to get shelved. The people didn't want to see Henry, and they definitely didn't want to see some loser in a costume run about, they wanted him! They wanted Frankie—or at least who they believed to be Frankie. His name was pronounced the same and even if he wasn't the host Frankie, that title belonged to his brother, he was going to cherish every moment of attention he could get where the audience believed him to be the one and only. Just the thought of having to give up something that belonged to him made his body quake but he tried his hardest to not show any emotion, not wishing to risk having an outburst that could easily be recorded on one of the many CCTV cameras scattered about. He'd just tell the objecthead the plan and get ready for what attention he could garner by only killing 3 of the 4 contestants immediately.

"Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! It's all they FREAKIN' DO!"

Franky came to a halt as he heard the familiar voice of the talkshow host lament his frustrations. He was only at the museum and was surprised to find Henry out of his household, the mascot just trying to exert the pain of his head constantly ringing. The monstrous rabbit couldn't help but watch the sad display before him, smelling the distinct scent of rot that filled the air from a few of the people who he had killed.

Henry stood with his back to him, preoccupied with using some of the blood of the past contestants to create a grim mural as a testament and hopefully message to all those that saw to stop calling in "why does Frankie gotta insist on playing reruns—actually better yet why do the MORONS that watch them call the number—WE AIN'T ON AIR! QUIT CALLING MY GOD DAMN PHONE!" Henry placed his hands on his receiver, repeatedly picking it up and slamming it back on the hook to hang up whoever was calling "AGH! If I could get my hands on that stupid rabbit and his STUPID FREAKIN' SMILE I'D–"

Henry turned around and was met with the sight of two springs extending upwards. The rabbit had approached him as he rambled on and upon looking up and seeing Franky face to face he felt his blood and oil run cold. Henry dropped the receiver he held and let it dangle off to the side by its cord, his pitch black eyes eyes fixated on nothing else other than the rows of large sharp teeth and black spheres with glowing circles on the center that the rabbit had. His limbs felt heavy as he took a step back and tried to speak, his once normal voice now broken revealing a nervous one overlaid with what sounded like dead air or static.

"F-Franky! How nice of you to stop by! What can I uhh... Do for you on this lovely day?"

Franky didn't respond. Instead his eyes "blinked", the blue light turning off and back on. With a slow look past the mascot he stared at the mural behind Henry, one made out of pain from simply serving his role. Henry's "eyes" followed the path Franky's took, landing on the crude drawing he made depicting him with the message "DON'T CALL" next to it.

"Oh that?... Uhh d-don't worry about that, I'll clean it up, I promise! I know Frankie leaves you in charge of decorating after all" Henry clasped his hands together, the blood smearing further over his glove-like hands "I didn't mean to make that mess I just... Just... I can't deal with this GOD FORSAKEN ringing anymore, you understand? Right?"

Henry's voice glitched again, going back to its previous tones as he surveyed Franky's eyes for any sign of sympathy. Instead all he saw were those cold lights staring back at him. With a raise of a giant "gloved" hand Henry soon began taking more steps back, the springy appendage coming near him.

"Woah! Woah! Hold on there Franky!" Henry felt his back touch the smooth surface of the wall, the dark blood smearing all over his suit "Listen I wasn't talking about you! It was your brother who I was mad at!"

Henry winced and shrunk under Franky's gaze. With a past memory playing back in his head where the rabbit had been commanded to hurt him, the telephone head covered his face in order to spare whatever damage would soon come. Franky's big hand approached closer by the moment and Henry could only imagine the worse, what if Frankie had heard him and commanded his monstrous sibling to teach him a lesson. What if the Deputy had put him up to it? That quacking AI was always looking for every excuse to lock him up and maybe this was the opportunity the duck was looking for. His mind raced with ideas of both what Franky would do to him or what set the beast off. The constant flip flop between thoughts made his head rattle and shake as if he was getting a call. The migraine he had a moment ago returned in full force and he fell to his knees, desperately grasping at himself to keep his head still and quiet down.

click

"Huh?"

Henry opened his eyes, the heavy weight of a hand was brought atop him but there was an odd sense of relief brought along with it. Instead of hitting him or using those hands to crush the plastic his face consisted of, Franky had reached down and fixed the receiver back on its hook. The rattling stopped and the talk show host sighed, relief filling him as Franky continued to look down at him. This time with the knowledge that the rabbit had no malicious intent or cause behind his surprise visit.

Truth be told Franky pitied his fellow part machine part man. Henry was the second creation made using the leftovers of another deceased person, another predecessor to what Frankie was and his perfection. The mascot head wasn't as hideous as he was, but he still suffered from the result of imperfection and ultimately being just a prototype. While the idea of a character whose head was a telephone was a good idea on paper and worked well in an animated format, sadly when that fictitious character became a reality he suffered from horrible pain from the nonstop calls he received. Each time anyone would call in on the hotline Henry would be forced to advertise on his show or press a button on the many rotary phones placed about the facility it would go directly to his head. Even if he was nowhere near the museum or household he could hear the ringing every night when he was charging. The ringing and attention had driven Henry mad and Franky wished for nothing more than to relieve him of the horrid sound and pain, to be able to take over his segment just so the object head could catch a break. Sadly he couldn't, instead all he could do was be there and hopefully provide him some solace.

"Franky... You gotta stop, you can't just scare me like that!”

Franky understandably knew where Henry was coming from and gave a small nod in response. Against his will back when Henry lashed out at a caller on his talk show Frankie had sicked him on the telephone and knew where the fear stemmed from. He couldn't fault him for thinking in such a way and recoiled his hand away, letting Henry catch his bearings before giving him the message.

"Err– thanks for hanging up for me" Henry stood up and dusted himself off, although still dirty he tried to maintain what the pristine color of his red suit should look like "Now did ya come all this way to meet with lil' ol' me or did the higher-up boss man send ya?"

Franky raised 2 fingers.

"Of course..." Henry made a sighing sound and pressed his blood stained fingers to the numbers on his head, repeatedly turning the metal dialer around he said "What is it now? I certainly didn't blow up at anyone last night nor do I think I did anything to make the big man mad" he looked back to his drawing and pointed at it "it wasn't for that... Was it?",

Franky shook his head and pointed to one of the turned off TVs. It was at this point Henry got the message, it was an all too familiar gesture signaling what soon would be the airing of a new season of the gameshow they starred in. Well, they all supposedly starred in it but it was only really Franky who did the dirty work of taking out contestants. This season was clearly different though, Franky pointed at him and Henry didn't know what to make of the gesture. The cogs in and wires in his brain started to turn and after staring into those glowing blue eyes of his mascot partner in crime it all clicked.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! No! ya don't mean that I–!?" Henry pointed at himself "But I thought you were the–" he turned his finger to Franky "I know I am using their bodies for paint but I don't–" Henry gestured to the bodies before finally letting his arms rest to his sides. With another sighing noise he looked upwards, hoping he was mistaken "You don't mean to tell me the boss wants me to actually participate in the show right? I thought you were supposed to kill 'em quick!”

Franky continued to point at Henry and gave another subtle nod. He didn't like the idea either but ultimately knew better than to get jealous, besides this would be a temporary break for the object head where he'd be free of the ever present ringing. Franky regretted thinking such harsh things earlier, seeing how Henry reacted it was clear he didn't intend to steal the spotlight in any way shape or form. The rabbit overall did enjoy his phone—associate? Friend? Brethren? Whatever he was—he found Henry not only somewhat humorous but a stark contrast to his brother. While he occasionally worried and was fearful of what Frankie would do, Henry was the complete opposite and actually feared him. Franky didn't exactly like being feared but he understood it, trying his best to appear friendly and to ease any nerves he caused to someone he never wished to harm again.

This friendly and relaxed attitude did help. Henry took a step past Franky and started to head out of the camera’s blindspot, watching closely as the rabbit tailed him "Well I can give it a shot but I wouldn't know what to actually do, it's just chasing them and trying to grab ‘em right?”

Franky stood still. That was essentially it at a first glance but there was a bit more complexity to killing in his book. There was a right and wrong time to do it, like when they are trying to run back out from whence they came and they are only a step away before you quickly grab them, yank them back, and watch as they scream as they watch the exit they were so close to get quickly farther and farther. It was small things like that that made killing a lot more than just “grabbing someone”.

“Honestly if it's as easy as you make it look then I'm sure I can put on a show that'll be close to what you're capable of” Henry stroked his phone as if he were slicking his hair back and nudged Franky’s springy legs “of course no one does it better than you big guy, honestly it may be better if I give them one little scare and BOOM! You can come out and finish ‘em!”

Franky immediately nodded at the suggestion, his head rocking so fast his spring made it bounce up and down a bit.

Henry gave a small chuckle at the rabbit’s enthusiasm and kicked a vent open “alrighty I guess that's settled, be seeing ya once we're on air then Franky”

With one final wave the objecthead departed and Franky finally calmed down, giving a wave as he watched his friend intently.

Was Henry truly his friend? It was very well established the object head did fear him to a certain degree but simultaneously Henry was the only one he felt truly comfortable with. He loved Frankie of course but sometimes he couldn't help but feel like he just wasn't his brother. As horrible as that was to say, certain moments made the rabbit consider he was wrong in one more way than he thought. He held no memories of what Franky was like when he was alive nor did he have any interest to have those memories. Franky, the original, would probably unconditionally do what he was told and not question the commands of someone that was family.

So why was it that he was questioning Frankie?

It didn't make any sense and he felt himself grasping at ideas in his head that would perhaps explain. Instead all that Franky could think of was what happened with Henry and the mural still on the wall. The demented drawing made from the deceased was a straight cry for help made because Henry was created with a massive flaw. Frankie surely didn't intend for Henry to be pained by the very shtick he was known for but why was it that he forced the telephone to do his show every single night? Why did he force Henry to continue pretending to want people to call in? The question that plagued him most of all and was what caused Henry to fear him in the first place was why did Frankie force him to punish Henry for rightfully getting mad once? It wouldn't have affected the show that drastically and it was a small mistake. Was it simply that he was in the wrong here? Were the begging words of Henry truly meant to be ignored and he was supposed to blindly carry out such a task without question? Franky didn't know. He felt like he probably didn't need to know. After all, with a new season coming on the air he should focus on getting things set up for the incoming contestants. Everything had to be perfect, and if it meant blindly following orders then so be it. It wasn't just about the TV show anymore, this was about Frankie and his desire for this entire gameshow to grow into what it originally was. To be so much bigger, better, so much more than they currently had.

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.162 Mind blown

I woke up around 8:15, refreshed and as happy as one who needs to bury his mother can be. This is the second day in a row Desiree let me sleep in. Could this be our new normal? I really hope so and tiptoe to her room and peek in. She's still asleep, so I shower, eat, and tend to the money tree. I thought she might be awake by then, so I check in again and she's still asleep! Not only is she still sleeping, she's tossing herself all around that crib, working those back muscles like a boss. Today is the day she'll sit up, and I can't wait until she wakes up to prove it.

She has been winning at this infant game lately, so I put some extra bubbles in her bath. She doesn't know she's being rewarded, but she is having the most fun ever. I've never heard her giggle so much; it's such a treat for my ears. The only thing she loves more than blowing raspberries now is babbling. She swears she is spreading salacious gossip with us, and I go along with it, saying, "Oh, for real? I know, right? Whaaaaat? That's crazy," every now and then, hee hee. I also try to get her to say daddy, but she's still not quite ready for real words. She'll get there, though.

After fresh clothes and a bottle, I take her to the hallway for showtime and call Sophia to watch because she won't want to miss this. Desi grins when I sit her up. I think she is excited and ready to show us what she's made of, but she's probably still high from an epic bath and a full belly, heh. She was still a little wobbly at first, but that did not deter her smile. I would later learn she had a special grand finale planned, but let's not get ahead of the story. I told Sophia about her rolling around in the crib, so she suggested I sit back and let her figure it out. She chanted her name, and I joined in.

We made a big ruckus for Desi, and she didn't know what to do with all of that attention and was grinning up a storm. Honestly, I think we distracted her because she'd been sitting up quite nicely but toppled over shortly after we started cheering. My heart sank a little because I was certain she was ready, but the day wasn't over yet, and she looked quite happy with herself.

As I bent down to pick her up, she said something. I'd been listening to her talk all morning, so I didn't think anything of it, but Sophia thought she heard something familiar.

"Luca! Did she just say dada?!"

I gasped and turn my attention back to Desi.

"Did you say daddy?? Can you say it again?"

She giggled, blew some raspberries, and said it again. She called my name! We have a little genius on our hands! Sophia looked a little miffed, but she was much too proud to be mad.

It's almost midnight, and I am pooped. Sophia usually takes out the trash, but with all the stinky diapers Desi generates, we've been taking it out multiple times a day. I just had to get those things out of the house before I turned in for the night. At 11:54, I walk in the door and see Desiree sitting up on the play mat with a smug expression, as if she had been doing it her entire existence. I knew today was the day! We only had six minutes to spare, but she did it!

I scoop her up and plant kisses all over her face. I started to take her upstairs to bed, but then the best idea came to me. The smooches are reward enough for her, but I plant her in the highchair for the first time to try solid food. She's hesitant about this new vantage point, and her head is like a swivel rotating around, trying to view everything. Her world is so big now, and it's intimidating, but I think she's excited too.

"You're a big girl now, Des! I'm about to blow your mind. I'll be right back."

I go to the pantry and bring back a jar of mashed sweet potato; it's the only food appropriate for this moment, heh. I had sent Sophia a picture of Desi sitting up, and expected she would rush downstairs to see in person, but she must be asleep, so I went ahead without her. I open the jar, and the sweet aroma grabs Desi's nose. She doesn't know what it is, but she's definitely interested.

I scoop out a teaspoonful and put it in front of her mouth, but she doesn't know why I'm doing it, so I put on a show for her. The airplane routine works just like they said it would on the parenting forums, and I shove the spoon in her mouth while she's excited and laughing.

She closes her mouth and lets the sweet potato sit on her tongue for a moment before deciding what to do with it. Then she looks at me with an expression I've never seen her do. It's hilarious and looks like she'd just learned the secrets of the universe or something.

"See? I told you I was going to blow your mind."

She smacks on the sweet potato a bit more and sits there quietly, looking like she's thinking about the meaning of life or something. I'd never seen a child contemplate so much before, and it's so funny. To me, it's just sweet potato, but for her, this is a whole new ballgame.

She likes it! Actually, I think she more than likes it. I think she loves it. I didn't want her to have so much food on her stomach while she's asleep, but she finished the entire jar! Every time I tried to walk away with it, she screamed for more until there was nothing left. She's only supposed to have half the jar, but today is a special day, and she can have whatever she wants.

[prydoniantrash]

raising my hand politely. i would like to hear about sigma

heheheh. heheheh. heh. Guy who I am just So Normal about right now. So ty for asking! Anyways. This is sigma :3 (art done by the wonderful @alzheimersparrotroute go check them out! they do some really good one piece stuff but ANYWAYS)

and he's a little freak of nature! to talk about that I gotta talk about how this u works heheh so here's a tldr:

in this world, matter is made out of/emits something called 'animaic waves', colloquially known as soulwaves

certain types of matter emit wavelengths at certain frequencies, basically. each element is made up of one wave at a certain frequency. one wave as in. just a sine wave that's all it is :3

things that are NOT just basic elements tend to emit more than one soulwave. well, that's a lie. they still only emit one, but the wave is a summation of a number of other waves. so, humans have seven component waveforms, that add together to form a summation wave.

google fourier series, that's what this is! I also actually made a little graph in desmos that gives an example of a three-wave fourier series (see here) (works best on pc). In this example, the black wave would be the 'summation wave'. Everything else would be components!

each human/thing has a slightly different summation waveform. the waves make the person. every one is unique. with some

everything has a prime number of component waveforms. this is a rule of nature. primes are stable.

god I sure hope nobody comes around and fucks that fundamental law of physics up

jk guess who. it's my boy. my wonderful son. remember how I said that humans have seven component waves + a summation? sigma has fourteen. woah sig why does mom let YOU have double the amount of component waves

well. that's because not that long ago, two people, one Wren Laplace and one Del Clarke fucked up very badly. This whole story takes place during a "semi-apocalypse" where life is still going on as normally as it possibly can, but roughly two years back these creatures called Ianis began to appear from a rift in-between dimensions and kill people by tearing apart their waveforms. wren was trying to stop this, del was actually working for the government in an attempt to learn more about what caused this to begin with. both ended up at two separate copies of a machine built back in the 40s that was powered by an ancient alien relic. things went very wrong. wren and del died that day, but their waveforms lived on...

fun sigma facts:

when sigma first wakes up it's impaled by a branch and without any memories! well, almost without memories. he somehow knows a LOT of basic societal information and random facts. this is somehow worse than total amnesia.

this man is disassociating CONSTANTLY and this only gets worse throughout the course of the story

literally JUST finished making this venn diagram of likes between him, wren and del so now I'm forcing you all to see it too <3

uh yeah! that's my guy :3 thank you all for listening!! and I am always very open to questions about the plot/other characters, literally I've been rotating this man around in my head nonstop since december it's really bad XD

[boyslit-moving]

the GuyRoy arranged marriage au no one asked for but someone liked my post so I'm sharing what's been rotating on my brain rotisserie for a while

"Do you, Guy Drakon Avari, take Roy Bruno Invidia to be your husband, and swear to cherish and stand by him, through whatever you encounter together as one?"

"I do." Guy's blood-red gaze was piercing, and Roy found himself feeling pinned and contemplated, much like a precious entomological specimen.

"I do," Roy echoed, as he was asked the same about Guy. It all still felt a bit surreal. The arrangement had been made only three months ago, and now here they were before the Priest of Vane in the chapel of Avari's Castle, professing before everyone who was someone in both kingdoms that they would keep and cherish each other until death claimed them.

This truly wasn't the way Roy had wished it would have happened. He'd long admired Guy Avari, looked up to him and hoped to emulate some of his better qualities. But he'd always envisioned a long courtship, a comfortable period of time over which to develop a proper relationship. They'd skipped entirely over being paramours.

Roy snapped back to attention as Guy lifted his hand to place a chiseled ring set with sparkling garnets and rubies on his finger, a physical symbol of the promise he'd just made. Roy smiled up at him. Guy's face was as serious as ever, but there was a bit of softness around the eyes that led Roy to hope he wasn't unhappy about their circumstances.

Roy felt his heart pick up as Guy lifted his chin, and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips to seal the agreement between them.

"May Vane bless your marriage with her benevolence and unending love."

As they turned to greet the crowd in the seats, Roy caught Sherry's eyes, watery with tears, and his father's and mother's were much the same. Despite the desperate situation that had driven them to this arrangement, his family was still happy to see him married well.

"Come," Guy murmured as the applause died down. "We must present ourselves to be congratulated."

"Of course."

--

Roy sighed as the doors of the marital suite closed behind them. "Quite an eventful evening," he murmured. The enormity of their newlywed status began to close in like the darkness haunting the corners of the high ceiling. He turned to look at Guy, swallowing discreetly in nervousness.

"Tell me if you should like to rest, instead. The consummation need not be rushed."

Roy shook his head, causing Guy's eyebrows to lift in surprise. Roy smiled. "I know we've spoken of this before, but it is quite another to be here in reality." He took a steadying breath. "With my husband," he whispered, a small smile appearing at his lips.

Guy gathered Roy's hand between his own. "I know of your proclivity to bend at the wishes of others. Relinquish that here," he murmured, holding Roy's hand tighter. Roy blinked up at him. Guy's red eyes were serious and determined. "Ask what you want of me, and you shall have it. But do not pretend to want something for my sake."

Roy looked down at their hands; his heart trembled in his chest. The thought that this was not the way he'd wanted this all to go brushed against his mind once more. It cannot be undone, however, he thought. They were here now, wed, alone, and face to face. Guy's quiet scrutiny made him feel more bare than being unclothed.

"I do not resent this union. Let me be very clear on that point," Roy said firmly. "...I only resent we had so little time to grow close before the wedding was pushed upon us."

"Heh." Guy reached up and held Roy's face gently. "I had considered you may have held hidden feelings for me previously." Roy felt his cheeks heat quickly; why was Guy bringing that up now?

"There is no need to have me admit to such, at this late date. We are already wed."

"You as much as admitted it before." Roy blinked slowly, enjoying the slow trace of Guy's thumb across his cheek, down his jaw... against the plush swell of his lip. He looked up. Guy's amused look had molten into something nearly shimmering with heat; with hunger.

As Guy leaned in to capture his lips, Roy clung to him, fingers clenched in the fine wool of his jacket. There was a faint chuckle against his lips, but it was lost in the pressure, in the heat and press of tongues that unravelled his every thought like a cut sweater.

Guy held him close as they kissed, and walked them slowly backwards toward the massive, hand-carved four poster bed. He sat at the edge and brought Roy downward with him. Parting, they gazed at each other. Guy caressed Roy's pink locks, smoothing ruffled strands back into place.

"Tell me now if you would rather delay this. You will not anger me if so."

Roy shook his head, the heat in his heart and in his loins only growing as they lay against each other. "I want this. I want you." He leaned down to press a slow, heated kiss to Guy's parted lips. "Take me, Guy Drakon Avari," he breathed, "and I shall be forever yours."

[birthofcaeneus]

(via carrionsong)

Heh… well, yes!

I actually wrote a little passage about that for my fic (under the cut)! I’ve been cracking at it slowly by taking notes during rewatches and, like, writing little increments as they come up in my head. The timeline is all roughly laid out, but setting up scenes hasn’t really progressed all that much. Writing is hard work, guys.

❗️Note that there may be changes or additions made after publishing since my fic is still a work in progress.

Okay, the basic setup here is that Laurence has been feeling frustrated (emotionally and sexually) by the ambiguity in his relationship with Roman, and it's making him insane. So... while they're smoking, he tries to "settle" for Greg, because this dude has no friends and this is the closest male relationship he has that isn't his boss, which makes him want to get an icepick lobotomy. Obviously, Greg said "N-no...? No, thank you..." This passage is from the aftermath.

“Greg, I’m going to fucking throttle you.” “Y-you mean in, like, uh—” “In a completely platonic and nonsexual way, dude.” “Okay, yeah, cool, just… Y’know, wanted to make sure, because of that—that thing you said the other day?” Laurence visibly recoiled from the memory. It was most certainly not his proudest moment. “I was high,” he replied with the verbal edge of a dull knife; blunt and forceful, requiring more push to tear into the sensitive exoskeleton of Greg’s infantile noggin. “No, yeah, yeah, y-you’re right, my bad…” Greg fiddled around with the still-unlit joint between his fingers, making Laurence feel way too antsy. “Should we… should we not be doing this?” “Doing what?” Laurence asked in a way that felt dreadfully familiar, even to himself. The scoff, the incredulous grin of mockery; it was all too goddamn grotesque. “Like, getting high and stuff together? B-because if I’m leading you on or something—” “Are you fucking serious right now? All I did was ask if you felt like fuckin’ making out a littleeee bit!” This is a nightmare. Actual nightmare blunt rotation, and neither of you are even a little bit intoxicated right now. “I mean, you said how I should be… more vocal about my boundaries and stuff with Tom, so I just—” “Oh my God, stop, stop, stop it. Please, for the love of God, stop fucking talking. Please.” Laurence clutched the sides of his own skull and thought maybe the metaphorical dull knife was actually wedged in his noggin the entire time.

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Ch. 1: The Hazbin Hotel

Unknown Amount of Time After Arriving in Hell-

The chapter starts with a voiceover of The Princess of Hell, Charlie singing:

"~At the end of the rainbow, there's happiness.~" A human is falling down from the sky as a rainbow bursts upwards through the clouds.

"~And to find it, how often I've tried.~" Charlie is seen being told off by her father.

"~But, my life, is a race. Just a wild goose chase.~" Camera pans over to where a figure was pointing at, which shows hell being circled by Angels

"~And my dreams, have all been denied. Why have I always been a failure?~" A shadow of Lucifer looms over a disappointed Charlie as demonic arms and tentacles cover the screen

"~What can the reason be? I wonder if the world's to blame.~" The Earth rotates as many eyes begin to surround it.

"~I wonder if it could be me.~" The Exorcists are seen smiling deviously as they look down upon the souls they have gotten rid of. The scene turns to black as the camera focuses on the middle Exorcist's face and halo.

"~I'm always chasing rainbows. Watching clouds drifting by.~" The scene fades in on graffiti and signs that says "F**k You, Heaven", "Punishment" and "Your Days Are Numbered" can be seen throughout Hell.

"~My schemes are just like all my dreams. Ending in the sky.~" Charlie heads towards a buildings's balcony as she releases fireworks that signals the rest of Hell that the extermination has ended.

"~Some fellows look and find the sunshine.~" A handful of demons are seen checking the area to see if the coast is all clear.

"~I always look and find the rain.~" An Overlord opens the blinds to her room, revealing the display of fireworks. The camera then proceeds to show a four-eyed Overlord with Yn sat on his lap lovingly.

"~Some fellows make a winning sometime.~" At The Porn Studios, Velvette takes a selfie with Vox wheres Valentino is not amused when he sees that hes got a text from his employee.

"~I never even make a gain. Believe me.~" Two demons check to see if Franklin is still alive and proceed to head offscreen as the cannibals waiting nearby pounce onto her dead body. Rosie then crosses out Franklin's name from the sign above their business.

"~I'm always chasing rainbows.~" A demon can be seen cleaning up what's been left of the extermination as other demons begin to freely walk about in the open.

"~*in tears* & Waiting to find a little bluebird. In vain.~" Charlie looks back at the clock tower as it resets the timer for the next yearly cleanse.

-Time Skip-

A sinner has fallen into Hell and has been transformed into a demon. He falls face-first onto the road and is surprised to see that he is still "alive".

"Aaaaah! Ugh. Huh?" He checks himself.

"I'm alive! I'm alive-" He then gets run over by a taxi driven by Travis which Angel Dust walks out of, Travis snickers.

"Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!" Angel Dust pushes his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, yeah, listen. Keep this discreet, you hear me? I can't let it get out I'm offerin' my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab. Ya got it!" He makes a gesture with his fingers and snaps his fingers at him, smiling.

"Pfft! Whatever you say, slut! Muhehehehehehe!" He laughs, Angel Dust pretends to be offended.

"Ouch! Ooh! Such an insult! Let me know when you've come up with something creative to call me." He looms over Travis and points at him with all his index fingers.

"You sack of poorly packaged horse sh*t! Tell the missus I said "'hi", Shnuckums!"

"Pack a - puh.." As Travis angrily drives off, Angel looks behind him to see a vending machine for his namesake drugs. He goes for the Angel Dust and just as he gets a hold of it, a random demon runs by and steals his drugs.

"Yoink!"

"Hey!"

"Up yours, drag show!" A boulder proceeds to fall out of the sky, crushing the feathered demon alongside Angel's drugs.

"Oh my GOD!" Angel gasps. He leans in to pick up what's left of his pack of drugs with a devastated look on his face.

"MY DRUGS!" He yells.

"Damn it!" He clenches the cloth angrily and looks up. A war ship can be seen passing by, destroying its surroundings.

The camera zooms in on the war ship, revealing Sir Pentious and his henchmen inside.

"Ahahahahahahahahahahah! Those other cowardly ssssinners dare not hinder my territorial take over! A wise decision! The power of my machines are unmatched!" He proceeds to push two levers as his hood flares open.

"No other demon can compare to the likesss of I!"

Egg Boi #23: "Gee! That was pretty swell, boss!"

Egg Boi #666: "Yeah!"

Other Egg Boi: "You really showed them what for! I liked when you." His hand mimics the action of a shooting ray gun.

Other Egg Boi: "Shot them with your ray gun" He gets slapped away by Sir Pentious.

Egg Boi #23: "I wish he'd shoot me with his ray gun!" Other Egg Boi pats him as Sir Pentious' hood flares open.

"At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the Pentagram by day's end! And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!" An Egg Boi suddenly pops on screen and pops open a bottle of whiskey onto Sir Pentious face. Sir Pent proceeds to swat said Egg Boi aside.

Random Egg Boi: "Oh, boy!"

"Hell will be mine! And everybody will know the name of Sir Pen-"

"EDGELORD!" Sir Pentious is interrupted by a scream coming from offscreen. Sir Pentious and two Egg Bois become surprised.

"Pardon?!" He looks around angrily and eyes the two Egg Bois behind him.

"Who said that?! What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?! Speak up!"

The Two Egg Bois: "That wasn't us, Mr. Bossman." A small bomb with a print of a skull on it breaks through Sir Pent's ship. It then lands right between Sir Pentious and the two Egg Bois. The bomb proceeds to blow up, leaving red smoke behind. As the smoke clears up, the owner of the scream is revealed to be Cherri Bomb as she prepares another borab in hand.

"You lookin' for a fight, old man?!" She begins to juggle around her cherry bomb.

"Why don't you get that tinker toy bullsh*t off my turf before I.." She proceeds to throw and catch the bomb in her hands.

"...smash it?!" A large pipe falls on top of an already dead Egg Boi, crushing him as Sir Pentious and Cherri momentarily look at the carnage "...More!"

"Oh! You wanna go, missy?! Well, I'm happy to oblige! Ahahah!" Sir Pentious is then backed up by his henchmen of Egg Bois.

The logo for 666 News is shown on a black background, which is followed by the day's newscast.

"Good afternoon, I'm Katie Killjoy."

"And I'm Tom Trench! Chaos out at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side!" An image of Sir Pentious trying to be hip, followed by a drawing of Cherri flipping the bird is shown.

"Between notable kingpin, Sir Pentious, and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse, Cherri Bomb!"

"That's right, Tom! After the recent extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!" A live clip of Cherri and Sir Pentious's clash is shown.

"Those two seem to be really going at it, huh?"

"Looks like they're fighting tooth and nail." She fishes out a tooth and a nail respectively from her mug of coffee.

"For that hot spot!" She proceeds to swallow said tooth and nail while Tom looks over at the live broadcast focusing on Cherri.

"And I'd sure like to nail her hot spot! Hoohoo!"

"Haha, you are a limp-d*ck jacka** Tom! Or should I say-" She pours scalding hot coffee onto his crotch, "No d*ck?" She laughs.

"Ugh... not again!" Screen shows a picture of Charlie as Tom can still be heard whimpering in pain in the background.

"Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell's own head honcho who's here to discuss her brand new passion project! All that and more, after the break!" She crushes her mug in her hand and turns to Trench who's still in pain.

"Suck it up, you little bi-!" The news cast cuts off and goes on a commercial break. The camera pans out from a nearby screen, focusing on Charlie and as Vaggie fixes Charlie's bow.

"When is Yn coming?" Charlie said worriedly.

"She said she'll be a little late but you remember what to say?" Charlie inhales deeply.

"Yes! Let's do this!" She smiles determinedly.

"Just, look at me and I'll mouth it to you." Vaggie forced a smile.

"Come on, Vaggie! I know what to say! I just feel like we need to... I don't know." She grabs and throws a doughnut away, "Make things sound more exciting! Hooo! What if I si-".

"Sing a song about it?" Vaggie rolls her eyes.

"You knew I was gonna say that!" Charlie boops Vaggie on the nose.

"Because I know you. But, please don't sing!" She shakes Charlie. "This is serious! Yn may like to hear you sing but now is not the right time." Vaggie sighed.

"Well, you know, I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through a song!" Charlie smiles, standing on the table where Razzle and Dazzle happily munching on doughnuts, watching her.

"But, life isn't a musical, hon" Vaggie places her hands on her hips.

"Fine. But, I have these other ideas of what to say!" She starts bouncing a bit as she shows Vaggie a piece of paper.

"The highlighted bits are the best part!"

"Uh... A wedding plan?"

"Huh?!" Charlie grabs the paper from Vaggie and looks at it then smiles.

"Oh! This is our and Yn's future wedding plan!" Vaggie smiles and blushes while Charlie is looking at the piece of paper but then she puts it away and takes out another piece of paper.

"This is the one." Vaggie grabs the piece of paper.

"Uh, it's all highlighted. Is this a drawing..?"

"Yes! That's the happy ending, see?! Everyone smiling and happy in Heaven!" Vaggie pinches the bridge of her nose.

"I don't think it's that simple. Just please follow the talking points we went over. And-" She grabs Charlie to face her.

"Do not sing!" She warned.

"Okay, fine. I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills!" She salutes Vaggie as she walks over to Katie Killjoy.

"Hi! I'm Charlie!" Charlie spoke nervously, Charlie tries to go for a handshake.

"Katie Killjoy." She blows out the smoke of her cigarette, "I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie." She throws away her cigarette, "And you can put that away." Katie gestures to Charlie's hand, "I don't touch the gays.... I have standards!" Katie rolled her eyes, Vaggie heard as she clenched her fist.

"Yeah? How's uh... how's that working out for ya?" Charlie turns to look around nervously.

"Look, my time is money. So, I'll keep this short." She proceeds to poke Charlie, "You're not here because we wanted you here. You're here because Jeffrey couldn't make it for his cannibal cooking segment."

A billboard of Jeffrey's cannibalism cooking show titled "It's Dahm Good!" can be seen in the background, "You might be some royal big shot..."

She fluffs her hair, "But that doesn't mean sh*t to me. I'm too rich and too influential to give a flying f**k about what some tux-wearing demon "princess" wants to avertise." Katie crossed her arms. Tom can be seen shaking his head in disapproval as Katie boasts about her wealth and influence to Charlie.

"But, I-" Charlie gulped.

"So, don't get cute with me, honey, or I will f**king bury you!" Katie Killjoy continues to poke her chest.

"And we're live!" News Staff said. Killjoy rushes back to her desk, holding papers while cracking her neck.

"Welcome back! So, Charlotte!" Katie kept her forced smile as she looked at Charlie.

"It's... Charlie." She smiles nervously as a spotlight flashes her way.

"Whatever. Tell us about this new passion project you've been insistently pestering our news station about!" Katie tries to hold in her outburst by clenching her pen.

Charlie looks around as Vaggie motions her to go on, "Well..." Charlie clears her throat and exhales, "...as most of you know, I was born here in Hell and growing up, I always tried to see the good in everyone around me!" Charlie smiled. Killjoy spots a slug and stabs it with her pen, the slug's blood bursts all over.

"Hell is my home and-" She gets slug blood splattered across her cheek which she then wipes off, "You are my people. We... we just went through another extermination." Vaggie is seen giving Charlie two thumbs up as Killjoy quickly starts to lose interest.

"We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance!" She slams fist on table, waking Killjoy up. Charlie walks up from Killjoy's desk.

"I can't stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I've been thinking: Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell?" She walks around the audience.

"Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?" She throws her arm around one of the News Cast's staff members.

"Well, I think yes! So, that's what this project aims to achieve!" She returns to Killjoy's desk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!" Her broadcast is being shown at The Radio Shack, which many other demons are also watching by the streets and everywhere else in Hell. Charlie starts to lose her confidence.

"Y'know? 'Cause hotels are for people passin' through. temporarily.." She gulped.

"Ahahaha! IS this girl for real?! She thinks." The lizard demon tries to hold in his laughter, "You hear what she thinks?! She thi. HAHA! Ah, she's nuts." He walks out of The Kaiju Klub with his friends.

"I think it'll serve a purpose... a place to work toward redemption.. yay..!" Charlie seemed more worried. The scene cuts back to the demons watching her broadcast from The Radio Shack. A mysterious figure walks up to see her broadcast alongside a bunch of other demons watching such as Crymini and a handful of others.

"Stupid b*tch." Vaggie punches the cameraman square in the face Charlie looks around, saddened.

"Look, every single one of you has something good, deep down inside. I know you do! Maybe I'm not getting through to you." Razzle and Dazzle are then alerted that Charlie's about to sing and that she may need their back-up vocals. Vaggie facepalms.

"Oh no... Yn please come soon..." Charlie snaps her fingers as the room turns dark and a spotlight is shown over a piano that Charlie, Razzle and Dazzle start performing on. Meanwhile, back at The Radio Shack, Alastor and his shadow can be seen tilting their heads curiously as their smiles widen.

-Plays Song-

Charlie ends the song, rather exhausted as everyone in the news station looks at her with disgust and disbelief.

"Wow! ...That was sh*t!" Top hat demon declared.

Everyone in the audience including Killjoy and Trench begin to laugh at Charlie. Charlie looks crushed and devastated and slumps back down to her seat.

Outside the building the Magne limousine stops right at the front, the back door opens and Yn steps out of the car with small black and purple marks all over her neck, Yn touches the marks.

"I think Zestial and Carmilla did this on purpose." Yn looks up at the building and growls.

There was a boo section in the news and the demons look uninterested.

"Booooo!" The demon called out, Blue Flame Demon looked deadpan.

"What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two sh*ts about becoming a better person?! You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good?! Just... because?!" Katie continues to laugh.

"Well, we have a patron already, who believes in our cause and he's shown incredible progress!" Charlie smiles brightly.

Katie Killjoy feigns shock, "Oh? And who might that be?" She smirks.

Charlie tries to look smug and confident, "Oh, just someone named... Angel Dust!" She smirked.

"The porn star?" Tom snickered.

Katie Killjoy turns to him menacingly, "You fucking would, Tom!" She turns back to Charlie, "In any case, that's not even an accomplishment. I'm sure you could get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube." Katie motions doing a handjob.

"Oh, I beg to differ!" Charlie clenched her fist and begins to count on her fingers., "He's been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now."

News Staff spoke offscreen, "Breaking News!" Killjoy shoves Charlie off her desk.

"We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let's go to the live feed.." Katie smiled her usual smile.

The live feed shows Angel Dust stepping on an Egg Boi and throwing a grenade over at Sir Pentious with visible laughter in the background as Charlie stares at the screen in defeat.

"Oh...sh*t.." Charlie gulped.

Angel Dust was in the background, "I'm a bad person!" He yelled.

"'Oh, sh*t' indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than porn actor, Angel Dust!" She turns to Charlie as she shakes her fist.

"What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid, right now." Killjoy and Trench proceed to laugh at Charlie.

Killjoy and Trench do Jazz hands, "Ratings!" They laughed.

"Don't look at this!" Charlie stares at the live feed in distress and attempts to block it from the audience's view.

"Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival..." Katie looms over Charlie, "Tell us, how does it feel to be a total failure?" Katie smiled evilly. Everyone in the room starts bursting into laughter.

Charlie tries to think of a comeback, "Yeah, well..." She looks around, "How does it feel that I got your pen, huh?!" She grabs Killjoy's ballpen, "...B*tch!" Charlie smiled.

Everybody instantly stops laughing while Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench give her the death stare.

Charlie laughs nervously, "Ehehe..." She puts pen back down, "Oops..." She forced a worried smile.

Tom Trench runs off set. Killjoy's demonic form reveals itself as she looms over Charlie from the shadows.

Yn enters the studio, she stands in the shadows the only thing visible of her are her fc glowing eyes. Purplish red smoke transitions into Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fighting egg bois.

-Meanwhile at Turf War-

"Heyyy, thanks for the back up, Angie!" Cherri smiled brightly.

"Hahaha!" Angel Dust laughed. Cherri Bomb fires a rocket launcher.

"You kiddin'? This is the best action I've seen in ages!" Angel Dust puts hands behind his head.

Cherri Bomb launching another cherry bomb, "Where've you been, anyway? I thought you up and died or some sh*t..." Cherri questioned.

Angel Dust lighting a bomb and handing it to her, "Oh, I wish! I've been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some broads are lettin' me stay rent free if I play nice." Angel Dust grumbled.

They both cover their heads as the explosion sets off behind them, then grin at each other as they jump into the field.

Angel Dust continues to shoot down Egg Bois with what seems to be a drum mag M1928 Thompson, "Y'know, no fights, no pranks, no 'problematic language'... Her words, not mine.." He steps on a broken tile, launching an Egg Boi airborne and shoots him from behind as he sighs again, "These crazy b*tches are no fun! I've been clean for two weeks! I guess in't not all bad, I got to try and have fun with Yn~" Angel Dust smirked.

"Ho-ly sh*t! Really?! Yn! You got a thing for her?!" Cherri Bomb stares at him in disbelief.

"Yeah! And I've been... well, sorta clean." Angel Dust looks at the leftover smudge on his finger.

He destroys an incoming Egg Boi, "Just clean as you can get from a sh*tload of Bolivian marching powder!" Angel Dust gets chained and thrown aside by Sir Pentious, "Ohh. Harder, daddy!" He raises left eyebrow.

Sir Pentious, taking it seriously as he gasps,

"Son?!" He exclaims.

Angel lowers eyebrow as Cherri kicks Sir Pentious to the side.

Sir Pentious hood flares open, "Ger! You whores have no classss! In war, The side remembered is the side with the most ssstyle!" He adjusts his tie.

"Or the side that ain't dead!" Cherri decapitates an Egg Boi.

Angel Dust stands up and removes the chains restricting him, "Speakin' a style, is your hat like, alive or something?" Angel questioned as his phone started to ring.

'Ah Shit..' Angel grumbled.

"Oh! Well, that's none of your GOD DAMN BUSSSSINESS! Now, is it?" Sir Pentious yelled.

"Hah, would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?" Angel Dust smirked. A sign that says "Loser" can be seen in the background pointing at Sir Pentious as an Egg Boi acknowledges the roast.

Egg Boi cups his hands, "Oooooh!" They gets pebble thrown at him by Sir Pentious.

Sir Pentious seemed to be enraged, "I'm going to blow you to bitssss!" He hissed. Angel Dust eyes him up and down, trying to get his phone ringer down, "Hm, kinky!" He smirked.

"Oh, not like that!" Sir Pentious' hood flares open as a sign that says 'Pussy' can be seen pointing at him in the background, "Pervert!" He knocks over an Egg Boi.

Angel notices an egg boi with a tentacle launcher which causes him to push Cherri to the side out of fear. As Angel gets tangled up in all the tentacles. Cherri catches Angel's phone as she sees the username, 'Princess as she picks it up.

"Hello?" Cherri smiled.

<Cherri? It's Yn. is Angel there?> Cherri looked at Angel Dust and sighed, "Yeah just. give us a minute.. Kay, Sweet Cheeks?" Cherri smiled, she put hold on Yn, "So, think you're gonna get in a lotta trouble for this?" Cherri asked, handing the phone to Angel Dust.

"Eh." Angel Dust retracts his third set of arms, "What's one little brawl gonna cause?" He smiled as he got on the phone and heard a pure sweet voice of anger.

-Meanwhile at 666 News-

Charlie and Killjoy can be seen trying to duking it out on each other like it's some sort of WWE match while a fire alarm goes off in the background with Trench entering the scene, covered in fames

"WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME?!" Tom yelled.

-View switch-

"Glad you haven't changed!" Cherri slugs him on the arm, "You know you're my favorite guy to party with!" Cherri smiled brightly.

"You know it, sugar t*ts!" Angel Dust puts his phone away.

Cherri Bomb takes out one last bomb, "You ready to finish this?" she smirked.

Angel Dust takes out a Thompson gun, "Born ready, baby!" He smiled. Angel and Cherri pounce onto Sir Pentious and his army as they prepare to clash, Charlie and Killjoy are still at each other's throats screaming, Trench is still on fire, screaming in agony.

Suddenly chains made out of fire ties everyone but Vaggie and Charlie, everyone looks around confused while some people struggle to get free.

"I think that's enough for now." Everyone but Vaggie and Charlie freeze, they turn and see Yn walking out of the shadows.

"Yn, you're here!" Charlie smiles and jumps into Yn's arms.

"Sorry I took so long, I had trouble escaping my other partners..." Charlie chuckles a little but inside she's a little pissed.

"I think we should get out of here, don't you think so Hun?" Vaggie walks over to Yn and pats her back.

"Yeah..." Yn who carries Charlie walks out of the building with Vaggie. Yn look back one more time sending death glare to Killjoy who shivers in fear, just as the girls walk out of the room. The fire chains vanish but not before giving everyone left in the room some nasty burns.

The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel. Charlie can be seen lying on Yn's lap, her face facing her thighs her jacket is ruined after Katie Killjoy attacked her, while Vaggie sits next to her and Yn, glaring furiously at Angel Dust.

Charlie sighs and Vaggie's eye twitches and Yn just blankly stares at Angel Dust who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly. Vaggie scrunches up her face which Angel Dust takes notice of "...What?" Angel Dust asks.

"'What?', 'WHAT?!..... What were you DOING?!" Vaggie almost rips off her hair.

Angel Dust sighs, "I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a 'redeeming quality?" He does air quotes, "Helping friends with stuff?" Angel Dust rolls his eyes as he watches his sister play on her phone.

"Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!" Vaggie exclaimed.

"Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred. Ehahahahahah!" Angel Dust inhales, "It wasn't that bad, anyway..." He proceeds to play with the button of the car window roller. Vaggie throws a folded pocket knife at the window roller

"Aw, come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!" He suggestively pushes up chest floof while looking at Yn, Vaggie's eye twitches even more when she sees that.

"Your credibility? What about the hotel's?!" Vaggie looked annoyed, She gestures at a defeated Charlie, "Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!" Vaggie combusts.

Angel Dust scoffs, "No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad!" The camera pans to Charlie, "And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria!" Yn looked at Angel Dust annoyed as the camera focused back on him. "Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it!" He starts looking around the limousine.

"This thing have any liquor?" Angel Dust asked as Yn started to get slowly hyper.

"Can you please just try to take this seriously?! Also don't mention liquor around Yn?!" Vaggie grumbled as Angel Dust flicks off a dust bunny.

"Fine, I'lI try Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby!" He snaps finger at her while smiling.

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?" Yn questioned.

Angel Dust groans, "Whatever pisses her off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!" Angel Dust looked around as Yn got more excited.

Vaggie returns to sit next to Yn as she crosses her arms, "I'm gonna kill 'im." Vaggie growls.

"Calm down." Yn pats the top of Vaggie's head.

"Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell? Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry, you're stuck with me, b*tch. Get used to it" He folds his arms confidently.

Vaggie looks at him angrily, as she grits her teeth, "¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de..!' Vaggie yelled in spanish. (For f**k's sake, you bastard son of..)

"Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around!" Angel Dust look out the limousine window, smirking, "You got a bunch a f**kin' Harlequin babies down here!" Angel Dust stated as he was laughing.

"You're one to talk.." Vaggie smiles smugly.

"Hey!" Angel Dust motions to his body, "This body is flawless! Everyone wants to summa' me..." Angel Dust pushes up chest fluff and takes out a letter, "and we've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!" Angel Dust smirked.

Takes letter from in between his chest floof and reveals it to Vaggie that features a small picture of a dirty naked old man, who ironically has a 'No Angel Dust tattoo, smothering his mouth on an Angel Dust body pillow and a message at the bottom saying 'Show me your feet!! - Bryrin, # 1 Fan /Critic'.

"Freaks..." Yn mutters under her breath.

"Grrr..." Vaggie growls.

"That was really uncool, y'know, Angel..." Charlie sits up while Yn takes off her jacket, Charlie hands Yn some grape juice as she smiled widely and drank the whole bottle, feeling less angry.

"...Uncool?! After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel!" Vaggie looks toward Angel Dust, "All thanks to..." Vaggie points at him, Angel Dust, "...you and your selfish bullshit!" She yelled.

"Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?" Angel Dust asked. Vaggie motions 'What do you think? "Ah, well shucks."

Angel Dust snaps finger, "...Guess I'll stay with Yn." Angel Dust poses for her, "and have some fun time~?.."

"What do you think?" Angel Dust groans, "oh well at least you won't ever leave me out to dry!" He smirked.

"Hey, come on. We don't know if things are over yet!" Charlie said.

"Yeah, and again try to relax, Vaggie. It'll be okay!" Yn added as she puts a hand on Vaggie's left shoulder while petting Charlie's hair. Vaggie and Charlie smiles at Yn.

Arrived at the Happy Hotel-

The limousine arrives at the hotel as the hotel door opens, revealing a very old and dirty establishment.

"Ugh! Yn, could you be a dear and help me with my shoulders?" Vaggie throws herself on the couch, facing the wall.

"Sure." Vaggie lies down on the couch and Yn starts to give her a massage. Angel Dust rummages through the fridge leaning by the wall and grabbing a box of Popsicles.

"Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here! Ahahaha! Ahaha..! ch... ah.." He closes the fridge door as he tries to comfort Charlie but decides to back off.

Charlie exits the hotel and tries to contact her mother. Charlie sighs, "Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well..."

She shrinks to her knees, "and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference.." Charlie starts tearing up as she wipes it off her face.

"I don't know what I'm doing: I could really use some advice, mom. I... I think dad was right about me... Ahah, oof, eh, anyway..." She wipes her face once more.

"I'll stop talking before this gets long. Love you, bye..." Charlie walks back in and leans by the door in defeat as a sudden knock can be heard from the other side of the door, surprising Charlie. She contemplates on whether or not to open the door but decides to open it anyway. The mysterious figure watching her performance from before can be seen standing before her.

"Hel..." He gets door slammed in front of him. Charlie looks to the side for a brief moment before opening the door again

"lo!" Charlie slams door in front of her face once more before making her way to Vaggie and Yn who is still massaging Vaggie.

"Hey, Yn? Vaggie?" Charlie gulped.

"Whaaaat~?" Vaggie groan annoyed.

"Something wrong?" Yn looks at Charlie.

"The Radio Demon is at the door!" Charlie looked down nervously.

"What?!" Vaggie quickly sits up and Yn looks horrified.

"Uh... who?" Angel Dust takes out the popsicle from her mouth.

"What should I do?!" Charlie asked.

"Uh, well- Don't let him in!" Vaggie advised.

"I'm f**ked! I'm so f**ked! Whatever you do, don't let him in!" Yn suddenly vanishes from the spot as Charlie decides to disregard Yn and Vaggie's advice once more and opens the door for Alastor.

"May I speak now?" Charlie seemed confused.

"You may.." Alastor reached his hand out.

"Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart!" He pulls Charlie towards him.

"Quite a pleasure!" He lets himself in, "Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahahahaha.." Alastor plays with his mic staff, "..sooo many orphans..." He chuckled.

Vaggie holds a harpoon towards his chest, "Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra (bastard son of a b*tch!) I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous cheesy talk show sh*tlord!" Vaggie warned as Angel's head pops in, unamused.

Alastor uses finger to move the harpoon away, "Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here.." He turns into his full demon form, "I would've done so.." Alastor smirked.

The screen distorts as Charlie and Vaggie stare at him in fear.

Alastor snaps back to reality, "No! I'm here because I want to help!" Alastor smiled.

"Say what, now?" Charlie questioned. Alastor repeats himself, "Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?" He taps on his mic, "Testing, testing!" He smile.

Alastor's Mic opens its one eye, "Well, I heard you loud and clear!" It blinked.

"Um, you want to help? With..?" Charlie questioned slowly.

Alastor teleports behind the two with his shadow, "This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it.." Alastor smirked.

"Buuut... Why?' Charlie asked, suspicious.

"Hahaha, why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus..." He shoves Vaggie offscreen, "aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!" He laughed. Alastor suddenly stops and sniffs the air, his smile widens even more causing Vaggie and Charlie to feel unnerved.

"Excuse me." He walks over to a closer and when he opens it Yn is seen hiding inside.

"Oh sh*t..." Yn cursed.

"Hello Darling~" Alastor grabs Yn's hand, twirl and dips her while his other hand holding her waist keeping her from falling, he smashes his lips onto Yn's lips. Yn's eyes widen along with Vaggie, Charlie and Angel Dust's. Vaggie starts to shake.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she snatches Yn away from Alastor and holds her spear towards Alastor again.

"That's not fair!" Angel Dust said pissed.

"I'm expressing my love towards her." Alastor smiled pleased and satisfied to see his Darling.

"You two know each other?!" Charlie asked surprised. Yn clears her throat while she's blushing a little.

"Yeah... In the early few weeks when I arrived at Hell, I met Alastor at a tea party, he tried to make deals with me since I was a newcomer and it didn't go like he planned..." Yn explained.

"What do you mean?" Charlie and Vaggie confused about what she mean.

"We fought and she clearly won!" Alastor replied spinning his cane.

"And ever since that day, he's been like... this." Yn points at Alastor who is holding Yn from behind. Charlie and Vaggie looks at Yn and Alastor shocked.

"And that's one of the reasons why I'm an Overlord..... and the other reason is my relationship with the... seven sins..." Alastor is the only one that hears that and his smile drops a little before it returns back to normal. Charlie looks at Yn with a raised eye brow before looking back at Alastor.

"Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment..?" Charlie asked.

"Hahaha! It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage and the stage is a world of entertainment." Alastor smiled.

"So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?" Charlie questioned.

"Hahahahaha!" Alastor shakes hands in front of her, "Of course not! That's wacky nonsense!" He shakes head back and forth, "Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!" He looks over to Vaggie who is offended and Angel who just shrugs.

"The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!" He puts his arms out, gesturing the entirety of Hell, "There is no undoing what is done!" He smirked.

"So, then. Why do you wanna help me if you don't believe in my cause?" Charlie asked.

"Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!" Alastor said.

"It's always entertainment with you." Yn replied. Alastor winks at Yn and then he pulls Charlie close to him and twirls her, "I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!" He forced a smile.

Charlie removes Alastor's hand from her back, "Riiiight..." Charlie sighs.

"Yes, indeedy!" He grabs Yn and Charlie by the waist and drags them offscreen, "I see big things coming your way and who better to help you than I?" He trails off.

"Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?" Angel Dust asked.

"Wait, you've never heard of her before? You've been here longer than me!" Vaggie rolled her eyes, Angel Dust shrugs cluelessly.

"The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?" Vaggie questioned.

Angel Dust shrugs a second time, "Eh, not big on politics..." Angel Dust answered.

"Ugh!" Vaggie leans in on Angel Dust as she begins her story, "Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell..." Vaggie started.

"...seemingly overnight." Scene changes to a visual presentation of Vaggie's story regarding Alastor.

"He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him "The Radio Demon" (as lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure. He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't rish getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!" Vaggie finished her story with a sigh.

"Ya done?" Angel Dust Laughs dryly, "He looks like a strawberry pimp..." He stated.

"Well, I don't trust him!" Vaggie crossed her

arms."

"To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?" Angel Dust asked, Vaggie walks over to Charlie and grabs her by her shoulder.

"Charlie, listen to me. You can't believe this creep! He isn't just a happy face! He's a deal-maker! Pure evil! He can't be redeemed! ..And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we're trying to do! We already have Yn who is a powerful Overlord, we don't need him!" Vaggie stated.

"I know we have Yn, Vaggie. Look, I know Alastor is bad, and I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance!" Alastor inspects a portrait of the royal family.

"To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can't. It goes against everything I'm trying to do. Everything I believe in." She puts hands on Vaggie's shoulders.

"Just... trust me. I can take care of myself, plus like you said, we have Yn!" Charlie smiles.

"Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!" Vaggie rolled her eyes, Alastor makes a gesture with her hand, seemingly focusing on Vaggie.

"Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad!" Charlie imitating her dad's voice, "...You don't take sh*t from other demons!" She walks off to where Alastor is causing Vaggie to groan, Yn walks over to her and places her hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Vaggie, Alastor won't do anything as longs as I'm here." Vaggie smiles and leans her head agains Yn.

"Okay, so, Al. You're sketchy as f**k and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke." She sighs. As Charlie turns away, glowing red symbols start to appear beside Alastor which quickly disappear after Charlie turns back to Alastor.

"But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no..." Charlie makes gestures with hands, "...tricks or voodoo strings attached." Charlie crossed her arms.

"So, it's a deal, then?" As Alastor rolls his eyes at that last statement. He twirls his mic staff and presents his hand for a handshake as green energy bursts throughout the hotel.

Charlie refused his handshake, "Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire." Charlie smiled.

A howling wolf can be heard in the background as Charlie looks over to Yn and Vaggie for approval, Vaggie looks away while Yn gives her a thumbs up.

"Sound fair?" Charlie asked.

Alastor rubs his chin, "Hmm..." He retracts his mic staff, "Fair enough!" He smiled.

"Cool beans." Charlie sighs in relief.

"Hmm hm hmm hmm.." He continues to hum while looking around as He stops in front of Vaggie, "Smile, my dear!" He tickles the underside of Vaggie's chin who shakes in anger and glares at him, "You know you're never fully dressed without one!" He walks away as he continues humming.

"So where is your hotel staff?" Alastor questioned.

"Uh, well-" Charlie looks at Yn and Vaggie who's staring at Alice dead in the eyes.

"Though my dear Yn is good... you're going to need more than that." He walks towards Angel Dust.

"And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?" He asked.

"I can suck your d*ck!" Angel Dust answered.

Mic feedback can be heard in the background as Alastor tries to process what he was just offered.

"HAH! No..." Alastor said with a straight smile.

Angel Dust scoffs, "Your loss." He looked away.

"Well, this just won't do!" She takes out her mic staff, "I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up." At the snap of her finger, a new fireplace has replaced the hotel's worn down one as she approaches it and picks up the mysterious figure covered in soot, which then opens its eye and stares at the trio behind her. Niffty poofs off the soot from her body.

"This little darling is Niffty!" Niffty drops to the floor, unaffected, "Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends!" She eyes the four, "Why're you all women?" Niffty lifts Charlie with no effort causing Vaggie to point her spear at her, "Are there any men here?!" She puts Charlie down, "I'm sorry, that's rude." She looks around the hotel when she sees Yn. Niffty's eye widens and her smile widens.

"Crimson Queen!" She bolts towards Yn and smashes into her sending them both flying into a wall. Everyone else looks at them shocked.

"Hey!" Vaggie and Charlie rush to Yn and rips Niffty who is clinging onto Yn off of her. Alastor helps Yn stand up as Yn dusts her clothes.

"Well isn't she full of energy." Yn chuckles at Niffty behavior.

"Forgive me my dear, Niffty is a big fan of yours since she's heard stories of you from me." Alastor said.

"No worries." Yn replied.

"Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch!" Niffty grabs a spider and crushes it, "Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense." She stares offscreen as she takes out a feather duster, "Oh, my gosh! This is awful!" She quickly cleans throughout the hotel, "Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" She spots a cockroach and stabs it with a sewing pin, "Nope!" She gags.

The four stare at Niffty as a voice coming from an unknown cat demon can be heard nearby.

Husk lays his cards down the table, "Hah! Read 'em and weep, boys! Full Ho..." The demonic illusions and voices distort the surroundings temporarily, "..tel? What the fuck is this?" He looks around and spots Alastor, eliciting an angry purr as he points at him, "You!" He growls.

"Ah, Husker, my good friend! Glad you could make it!" Alastor smiled brightly.

"Don't you 'Husker' me, you son of a bitch! I was about to win the whole damn pot!" Husk grumbled and the jackpot disappeared into nothingness.

"Good to see you too!" Alastor smirked. Husk facepalms angrily, "What the hell do you want with me this time..?" Husk asked.

"My friend, I am doing some charity work so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that's okay!" Alastor leaned on something, a wall.

"Are you shittin' me?!" Husk questioned.

"Hmm... No, I don't think so!" Alastor smirked, leaning on Husk.

Husk shoves Alastor off, "You thought it'd be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere?!" The camera pans to Alastor dusting himself off, "You think I'm some kind of fucking clown?!" Husk crossed his arms.

Alastor grins as if he's about to laugh, "Maybe!" He laughed.

"I ain't doing no fucking charity job." Husk tried to walk off.

Alastor teleports behind him through his shadow, "Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment!" He gestures towards the bar he made out of his magic, "With your charming smile.." Alastor pulls Husks's lips into a forced smile, "...and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend..." He walks over to the bar, revealing the soles of his shoes to have deer prints, "I can make this more welcoming! If you wish...." Alastor makes a bottle of 'Cheap Booze' appear out of nowhere, which grabs two demon's attention.

"Oh Hell Yes!" Angel Dust and Yn smiled.

"Oh Fuck No..." Vaggie groaned.

"Uh.. We don't like to have...booze here.."Charlie seemed worried.

Husk stares at the booze for a second, "What? You think you can buy me with a wink." He winks sarcastically, "and some cheap booze?!" Husk grabs the booze and looks at it, "...Well, you can!" Almost downs the booze until Yn steals it.

"Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol!" She snatched the booze and poured it out, "This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth..brothel.. man cave!" Vaggie sighed.

Angel Dust launches himself at Vaggie from somewhere off screen, "SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We.." He points to the bar with all his fingers, "are keeping this!" He gestured to Husk.

Angel Dust starts flirting with Husk, "Hey.." He flirted.

"Go f**k yourself..." Husk rolled his eyes. Angel Dust holds Husk's face, "Only if you watch me!" He smirked.

Angel Dust was shove out of the way by Yn.

"You like booze?!" Yn smiled widely.

"Oh Hell Yeah I do..." Husk smirked, looking Yn up and down, "You look pretty tonight..." He flirted.

"Oh, my gosh! Welcome to The Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!" Charlie swizzle next to Yn tries to go for a handshake.

Husk reaches for his booze, "I lost the ability to love years ago.." He continues to down his booze as Yn seemed excited. Husk felt his heart beat a bit, 'Sh*t...' He handed Yn the booze as Yn drank some.

"So, whaddaya think?" Alastor smirked. "This is amazing!" Charlie rubs her cheeks excitedly.

Vaggie with crossed arms, "It's... okay..." She tried to get the booze away from Yn but she was running away, with Husk cheering for his new drunky buddy.

"I think it's quite nice." Yn added finishing her drink as she walk next to Charlie.

Alastor reels the three towards him, "Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!" He smiled.

He then lets go of Vaggie and summons a fireball, launching it to the hotel ceiling just so he could distract Charlie and Yn fast enough for him to shove Vaggie offscreen. He dresses himself in a tux and matching top hat. Just for fun, dresses Yn and Charlie in beautiful dresses as he puts Angel Dust in whatever he likes and finally Husk and Niffty in their respective outfits.

"~You have a dream!~" He twirls Yn and Charlie while she dresses them up

"~You wish to tell!~" She turns to Vaggie who's now on the floor glaring at Alastor with her face completely red.

"~And it's just laughable.~" He turns back to Yn and tosses him mid-air.

"~But, hey, kid, what the hell?~" The background behind Yn changes to neon colored lights featuring two apples and a skull. Alastor catches Yn by the hand as they both tap dance together.

"~'Cause you're one-of-a-kind! A charming demon belle!~" The two slide down the railing of the stairs.

"~Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell!~" She dresses up the rest of the hotel staff.

"~Take it, boys!~" Shadow demons appear from the floorboards and begin playing their instruments as Vaggie tries to talk to Charlie who is having too much fun. Alastor pulls her in with him and the others as Alastor's shadow demons surround them.

"Boo!" The shadow demons are scary.

"~Haha! Inside of every demon is a lost cause!~" Alastor puts a fedora on Angel's head as he snaps his fingers back at Alastor.

"~But we'll dress'em up for nore, with just a smile!~" Alastor summons a scarf and a hat on Vaggie and then she slaps Vaggie's ass causing her to grit her teeth and throw her hat onto the floor. Yn chuckles dryly causing Vaggie to look at him clearly annoyed.

Shadow Demons: "~With a smile!~"

"~And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair!~" Alastor kicks off the skull which Niffty rushes in and cleans off.

"~And show these simpletons some proper class and style!~" Alastor summons a shadow clone of himself.

Shadow Demons: "~Class and style!~" Alastor snaps away his shadow.

"~Oh! Here below the ground,~" Alastor pinches Yn and Charlie's cheeks, "~I'm sure your plan is sound!~" Alastor holds hands with Charlie as they both twirl.

"~They'll spend a little time down at this Hazbin Ho...~" The hotel door explodes, knocking Niffty offscreen as Yn, Charlie, Alastor, Angel Dust, and Vaggie look outside. Sir Pentious' warship has made an appearance outside the hotel.

"Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!" Sir Pentious hissed, Yn looks at him confused.

"Someone you know, Alastor?" Yn question.

"I'm not quite sure. Do I know you?" Alastor asked.

Sir Pentious ego deflates, "Oh, yes you do!"

His hood flares open, "And this time, I have the element of.." He pulls a lever, "SURPRISE! Ahaha! I'm so evil!" He laughed.

With a snap of a finger, an otherworldly dimensional portal opens with tentacles and shadow demons emerging from it, destroying Sir Pentious' ship while he is inside. Alastor can then be seen finishing it off as he clenches his fist with a few drops of blood dripping off his hand. Alastor is then shown grinning menacingly in satisfaction for a moment as everyone else but Yn looks at him in shock and horror.

Alastor breaks the tension, "...Well, I'm starved! Who wants some Jambalaya? My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for Jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahaha!" Charlie smiles at Vaggie in place. Vaggie smile at her but when she turns around Vaggie's smile drops, "You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Ohoho, I'm on a roll! Yes, sir! This is the start of some real changes down here! Darling, do you want some Jambalaya! I'll even give ya' booze! The game is set! Now..." He smirked as he walked off with Yn. Alastor uses her magic to change the sign atop the hotel from "Happy Hotel" to "Hazbin Hotel", "Stay tuned. Hahaha..."

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