#charlie big potato

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Skunk Anansie | Charlie Big Potato - Post Orgasmic Chill (1999)

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Skunk Anansie - Charlie Big Potato

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Strawberry Pie 🍓 ~ F.W.

Part 1 • Black Bikini

Summary: You’re staying at the burrow for the summer like you do every year. All is well expect for the fact that you kind of slept with your long time family friend, Fred Weasley.

Warnings: thigh riding, cursing, mentions of sex

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Your POV:

You woke up in Charlie Weasleys old bed to an unusual amount of chaos coming from a few floors below you. You groaned as you rubbed your eyes and stretched. The morning sun bathed your skin in warmth. You let out a content sigh as you closed your eyes once more. You loved being here, especially since you got Charlie’s old room, the best room. The window next to the bed looked out on the sprawling hills towards the east, a big tree sat in the middle of the view. Little birds chirped in the thick cover of leaves. You heard the patter of footsteps rapidly approaching your bedroom.

“Y/N!” The door busted open to reveal a bounding Hermione Granger with Ginny hot in pursuit behind her. Hermione threw open her arms and squealed as she jump onto your bed to tackle you with a hug.

“Granger! I didn’t know you were coming today, I would’ve gotten out of bed earlier,” you frowned as Ginny and her took seats on your bed.

“Sorry, I forgot to tell you yesterday. You know, too much sun at the beach and then I wasn’t allowed to hang out with you last night,” Ginny glared at you but you just laughed. Ginny couldn’t keep a straight face, but you knew that she really did want to hang out with you and twins last night. She was just too young for drinking games with the twins. And… oh Merlin.

Suddenly, you remembered what had happened last night. George had taken Ginny and Ron back to the house, leaving you and Fred alone on the hillside. One thing led to another and… well… you ending up naked with your oldest family friend.

“It’s okay! Now that you’re awake, we can start our day,” Hermiones voice tore you out of your thoughts.

“Okay, okay I’m getting up now,” you sat up straight and yawned, “what are we doing today?”

“Get dressed and meet us downstairs for breakfast,” she grinned, “we’re going strawberry picking.”

After Ginny and Hermione left your room, you quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a white cami. You checked yourself out in the mirror. You had definitely grown this past school year. The biggest difference was your chest which had filled out significantly in a just one school year. In fact, you really needed a new bra. But besides the physical side of things, you also just felt more mature. You swept your hair up into a loose pony tail, leaving your neck bare and exposed. You fell still as you saw a small purple blotch in the crevice of your neck.

“Shit,” you cursed, tying off your hair and reaching for your wand on the bedside table. You applied some glamour to your neck to hide the mark and then pulled out more than a few strands of your bangs to give you more coverage. You had forgotten that Fred was kissing you all over last night. You saw yourself blush at the thought. You continued to get ready like this. You started brushing you teeth and recalled opening your mouth for Fred last night. You applied lip balm and remembered his wet mouth in between your thighs. You walked downstairs and made yourself swear to stop thinking about it, but you wondered if Fred was in the kitchen too.

As you reached the bottom floor, you saw Molly cleaning in the kitchen and 5 seats taken at the dining room table. The Weasley children and Hermione sat around the table feasting on pancakes, sausage, eggs, potatoes, and toast with jam. You graciously thanked Molly before sitting down to get some grub of your own.

“Okay so after breakfast we’ll leave to walk to the fields. Definitely pack a hat or something to cover yourselves so nobody gets sunburnt. Also I was thinking that after we come back we could bake something with the strawberries,” Hermione spoke with incredible speed while simultaneously spreading apricot jam on her toast. Ron huffed out a smile and took a bite of his own breakfast.

“That sounds great ‘Mione. And while you girls cook, I’ll be taking a nap,” Ron said with a full mouth. Hermione turned to smack him on the arm causing the twins to laugh. Of course this made you look up, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Fred was wearing he wore a simple t-shirt, but it seemed like he was starting to grow out of it. You couldn’t fathom that the twins could grow anymore, they were already a full head taller than you. But there was Fred, leaned back nonchalantly in his chair. His hair had grown out slightly from the year away from home and his face seemed to be more dotted from the summer sun. He met you gaze and gave you a soft smile. You could’ve sworn he was blushing a little.

“What do you think Y/N?” Hermione turned to you to hear your opinion. You cleared your throat and ripped your eyes away from Fred’s.

“Erm- what were we talking about?” You asked with a sheepish half-grin. Hermione raised her eyebrow at you.

“What should we bake this afternoon?” She asked, sweeping her eyes to Fred as he sat back with a noticeable grin on his face. Merlin, couldn’t he keep that smile off his face for two seconds? It was hard to think.

“Hmm, strawberry pie,” you grinned as you sat up to bring your plate to the sink.

“Mm, that sounds simply divine,” George said in his best posh voice, standing up to join you by the sink. Fred gathered his plate as well.

“Indeed, George. That sounds delicious,” he crossed the kitchen to put his dish in the sink, “and I do like to have something sweet after dinner.” His arm brushed against yours. Immediately the contact made the hairs on your arm stand up. Since when did that happen? When did Fred start making you feel this type of way?

Maybe since his head was buried between my legs and he used his pretty mouth to give me the best orgasm of my life, you thought to yourself, making yourself blush a crimson shade of red. You cleared your throat and made your way onto the front porch. You sat down on the bench and began putting on your boots, you knew the fields would be muddy. The screen door swung open and Fred turned towards you with a half smile. As soon as you guys looked at each other, both your faces flushed red and you looked away. Fred took no time to recover and made his way over to sit next to you. Suddenly your boot zipper was extremely fascinating.

“I’m glad to see you up in this morning, Y/N. I was afraid the fire whiskey had gotten to you,” he teased, putting on his own boots.

“I don’t think it would’ve been the fire whiskey that took me out,” you mumbled, color running into your face again. At this point, you were sure you looked like a tomato, and you could hardly look up at Fred. You had a small moment of panic, what if last night ruined everything? Fred’s chuckle took you out of your doubts.

“Take a breathe, Y/N. You look like you’re about to faint,” Fred laughed as he took a look at your face. You smacked his arm and let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. Your mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile. That always seemed to happen around Fred. The two of you fell into a small silence as you both finished tying your boots. The door burst open as the rest of the gang piled out onto the porch to put their shoes on. You gathered some baskets and passed them around before the 6 of you set out towards the fields. They were right next to the burrow, but they spanned for acres. You and Fred naturally hung back from the group and strolled at a leisurely pace.

“Summers here are truly amazing,” you sighed, breathing in the fresh breeze. Fred smiled down at you.

“Truly, and I have a feeling this summer is going to be the best one yet,” Fred hummed as he veered right towards a particularly abundant bush.

“Oh yeah, and why is that Freddie?” You skipped up next to him and began picking berries. You figured you already knew the answer but you wanted to hear him say it. Half of your mind was still convinced that last night hadn’t happened at all.

“Well I told you, Y/N. I’m going to make you mine this summer,” he said this so casually, you almost didn’t hear him. You’d completely lost interest in the berries at this point.

“Fred,” you tested. You almost thought he was joking, but his face was dead serious. His expression was something you rarely saw on the face of a Weasley twin. “Are you serious?”

“Look at my face,” he said, pointing up at himself, “do I look like I’m joking.” He did not, but it only took about one second of his seriousness to cause both of you the keel over laughing. You dropped your basket which Fred promptly picked up for you. As you grabbed the basket from him, your eyes locked. It felt serious again.

“Fred, I don’t want to ruin anything while I’m here this summer. Even if last night was... I don’t want anything to go badly…” you trailed off, feeling vulnerable in front of your best friend. He only stepped closer to you and put his hand on your cheek. Even though he’d been inside you only last night, this felt more intimate than anything you’d done before.

“Just trust me, Y/N. Nothing is going to be ruined,” Fred whispered. His finger ran along your cheek, behind your ear, and down the side of your throat. He chuckled, “except maybe your neck.” You blushed and swatted his hand away.

“Can you see it? I thought I covered it this morning,” you grumbled, rubbing your neck as if to wash off the mark.

“I can only see it because I was looking for it. Don’t worry, you can keep up your little goody two shoes act,” Fred teased, flicking a strawberry your way. You rolled your eyes and smiled at his words. The two of began to walk toward the group once more. Ginny was laughing her ass off.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, strolling up next to Ginny. You soon saw why she was laughing. Ron was frowning, sinking into a mud hole, his boot stuck in the mush and filled with mud.

“He’s such an idiot,” Ginny barked, pointing at her brother. Hermione tried to stifle her laughs.

“Oh, come on now, Ginny. Let’s help Ron out,” George said, stepping up to grab Ron’s arm. Ginny grinned and grabbed his other hand.

“On three,” George said, “one… two… three!” The two of them tugged on Ron before releasing him back into the mud. He fell with an oof as the rest of you broke down in laughter.

“You guys are actually the worst,” Ron grumbled, throwing a handful of mud at Fred.

“Hey! What did I do?” Fred exclaimed, grabbing a handful of mud at slinging it at Ron.

“Oh, fuck,” Ron said as George pelted him with another handful. It took about 3 seconds before everyone was covered in mud, howling with laughter as you continued to pelt each other with mud pies. Your fun lasted all of two minutes before a shrill yell came from the house,

“What in Merlin’s name do you kids think you’re doing!”

Molly Weasley was marching out of the burrow and towards the strawberry fields. You all stopped. You let the mud slip out of your fingers and slop onto the ground.

“Come here right this instant!” She yelled, stomping her foot and pointing towards the ground she stood on. You looked towards Ginny who whispered, “oh shit.” The six of you started to head back towards the house, the twins grumbling to themselves.

“Its like she’s allergic to fun,” you heard George whisper, Fred laughing and elbowing him in the side.

“Seriously don’t make me laugh. We can’t get in trouble this summer,” Fred whispered back, earning an eye roll from George. His eyes looked back to you for a second, and you wondered if he knew about last night. He probably did.

“You kids are trouble! I thought you were going to go pick strawberries, not roll around in the mud!” Mrs. Weasley scolded, making Hermione drop her head in shame. “Go clean up in the pond-”

“But Mum! There are frogs in there!” Ron whined, earning a glare from his mother.

“I don’t care, you lot are a bunch of frogs. You’re not allowed back in the house until all the mud is off of you. You tried not to laugh at her sass as you walked towards the pond. Ron was grumbling to Ginny about this was her fault and Hermione looked like she was going to cry.

“Don’t worry, ‘Mione. She’s not really mad. Once we bake her a delicious pie she’ll forget all about this,” you smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. She swallowed and nodded. That girl was too sweet for this world. The grass grew longer as you entered the shaded brush near the pond. You stripped your shoes off and waded into the water. It really wasn’t too disgusting, it was just warm. The twins followed after you.

“Watch out for the bullfrogs, Ron,” Fred teased.

“Yeah, we caught at least 5 of ‘em yesterday,” George added, stripping off his shirt. Next came Ginny and Hermione, who were mildly grossed out by the slime. Then Ron who looked disgusted. You chuckled to yourself as you sunk into the water, rubbing the mud off of your arms. Fred watched as you rubbed over your chest, his lips twitching at the corner. You sent a splash his way to deter him from looking which didn’t really work. Fred followed George’s suit and stripped his shirt off, the shaded lighting making him look absolutely divine. Fuck. You almost groaned at the sight and had to turn away to prevent yourself from drooling. Gods, you thought he looked good playing quidditch this year but seeing him shirtless and wet everyday this summer made you feel insane. After a few minutes of washing off all the mud, and a few splash fights, you guys headed back towards the burrow. One by one, you all cast drying spells on yourselves, and headed inside.

“Before we start the pie, I’m going to go change,” Hermione said with a face of disgust. While the pond got the mud off your clothes, you definitely reeked of dirt and sludge. You all murmured in agreement and headed upstairs to change. You got off on your floor, heading swiftly to your room.

Fred’s POV

I watched her go towards her room as me and George kept climbing up the stairs. She was going in there to change, to take off that little white tank top that was just soaking wet against her chest. Fuck. I had to keep my train of thought from wandering. I didn’t realize how difficult it was going to be to control myself after last night. After I saw her perfect tits bouncing while I fucked her and watched her face as she came and fuck. I didn’t even realize I had turned around and started back down the stairs and towards her room. I knocked on her door swiftly.

“Fred?” She asked when she opened the door.

“Can I, uh, come in?” I asked, smiling sheepishly at her. She nodded and moved to the side to let me in. I shut the door behind me and stood in front of her. She looked nervous, waiting for me to say something.

“Y/N, can I be honest,” I breathed out a chuckle, feeling slightly awkward in front of what used to be only my best friend.

“Of course, Fred,” she replied, holding her hands behind her back as she looked at me.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, uhm, after last night,” I admitted, feeling a relief as the words left my mouth. She let out a breath.

“I know how you feel,” she chuckled, moving towards me.

“I don’t even really know why I’m here,” I chuckled again, breathing in as she stepped closer again.

“Do you want to, I dunno…” she blushed, looking up at me expectantly. I wasted no time in closing the gap between our lips. I let my hands grip around her waist, making her gasp into my mouth. I pressed her against my body, wanting to feel all of her. I couldn’t get enough, I just wanted to take her to bed.

“Com’ere,” I breathed, falling to sit on the bed and pulling her with me. She groaned as she straddled my hips, sinking down and feeling my length through my jeans. I groaned and pressed her down against me. Her legs felt so good under my hands, her hips gently moving on top of me. I swiped my thumbs across the front of her hips, causing her to whine into my lips. Merlin, she sounded so sexy. I moved my leg under her and used my hands to guide her hip back and forth on top of my thigh. She threw her hand back with a moan.

“Shhh,” I shushed her, bouncing my leg up and down as she rode me. I brought my lips up to hers, causing her to fall closer to my chest. She whined into me, giving me the change to slip my tongue into her mouth. I pushed her back and forth on my leg, earning more pretty moans from her mouth. I felt her shudder on me as she pulled back.

“Fred, I’m so close,” she whined, her face falling into my shoulder. I kissed down her neck.

“That’s it, come for me darling,” I murmured, licking over her neck and rubbing her down on my leg in a faster rhythm. Her moans got muffled in my shoulder as she sped up her movements. I wanted to hear her while she came, but shushed her gently as a reminder. She whined quietly as she shuddered on top of me, her hips grinding slowly on my leg. I kissed her tenderly as I helped her ride out her high. “Such a good girl,” I whispered in her neck before kissing up the side of her jaw and towards her lips. We shared on last kiss before she pulled back, her lips curling up into a smile.

“Fuck,” she giggled, panting on my lap. I smirked back at her.

“Did you like that?” I asked cheekily. She blushed and nodded before burying her face in my shoulder. I laughed and picked her up, placing her on her feet. “You should probably get changed. We don’t wanna be late to the pie making party.” She chuckled and playfully shoved my chest.

“Then get out of my room so I can change,” she teased, rolling her eyes. My face fell into a half grin as I threw my hands up and started towards the door.

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” I protested, exiting out into the hallway. She smiled as she shut the door behind me. Once again, a permanent grin was plastered on my face as I walked up the stairs. I readjusted my pants before stepping into my room.

“Mate, are you and Y/N fucking?” George asked, fixing his hair and the mirror. I breathed out a laugh and shrugged, moving towards the closet to change.

“Oh, it’s so much more than that, Georgie. I think I’m in love,” I sighed, pulling a band tee off the hanger. George chucked and came over to clap me on the back.

“Good for you, brother. I knew it was going to happen this summer,” George smiled at me and I smiled back. He would always be my number one wing man.

“Thanks, George. You mind helping me out with something? I have a plan,” I grinned. He grinned back at me.

“Count me in.”

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Here is yet another list of links to children’s shows for you to enjoy while you are regressing or dreaming!

𐐪𐑂 In the Night Garden

𐐪𐑂 Tweenies

𐐪𐑂 JoJo and Gran Gran

𐐪𐑂 Five Minutes More

𐐪𐑂 Charlie and Lola

𐐪𐑂 Wordgirl

𐐪𐑂 Molly of Denali

𐐪𐑂 Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum

𐐪𐑂 Super Why!

𐐪𐑂 Clifford’s Puppy Days

𐐪𐑂 Pinkalicious and Peterrific

𐐪𐑂 The Koala Brothers

𐐪𐑂 Elliot Moose

𐐪𐑂 Vida the Vet

𐐪𐑂 Fantasy Patrol

𐐪𐑂 Fairyteens

𐐪𐑂 My Big Big Friend

𐐪𐑂 Clangers

𐐪𐑂 The Adventures of Abney & Teal

𐐪𐑂 The Adventures of the Little Prince (1978)

𐐪𐑂 Animal Mechanicals

𐐪𐑂 Love Monster

𐐪𐑂 Carl’s Car Wash

𐐪𐑂 Charley & Mimoo/Charley Goes to School

𐐪𐑂 Toopy and Binoo

𐐪𐑂 Barbapapa

𐐪𐑂 The Biskitts

𐐪𐑂 Louie

𐐪𐑂 Trotro

𐐪𐑂 Hey Duggie

𐐪𐑂 Florrie’s Dragon

𐐪𐑂 The Bellflower Bunnies

𐐪𐑂 Bing

𐐪𐑂 Pocoyo

𐐪𐑂 Mio Mao

𐐪𐑂 Chip and Potato

𐐪𐑂 Little Brown Bear

𐐪𐑂 Princess Starla and the Jewel Riders

𐐪𐑂 Angel’s Friends

𐐪𐑂 Huntik: Secrets & Seekers

𐐪𐑂 Poppetstown

𐐪𐑂 Bounty Hamster

𐐪𐑂 Ebb and Flow

𐐪𐑂 PB&J Otter

𐐪𐑂 Theodore Tugboat

𐐪𐑂 The Save-Ums!

𐐪𐑂 Fantastic Max

𐐪𐑂 Danger Rangers

𐐪𐑂 Higglytown Heroes

𐐪𐑂 Slugterra

𐐪𐑂 Earth to Luna

𐐪𐑂 Noozles

𐐪𐑂 Danger Mouse (1992)

𐐪𐑂 Sarah and Duck

[modawg]

i like to think annabeth can pick up percy

as they’ve gotten older it became harder since he’s taller then her and weighs more so like if he threw himself at her she might stumble and not catch him per-say but if he’s sitting or laying down she can lift with her legs and move him from one place to another

when they were younger she would do it much easier and it was the funniest shit ever

since she’d been training much longer then he was she learned to stand like a statue so he really could throw himself at her and she could do a pretty good job at catching him and walking around with him like a sack of potatoes

they probably found this out when he was fighting with clarisse at like 14 and they’d all had enough so selina pulled clarisse out and annabeth just kinda yanked him away and threw him over her shoulder

after this it became quite common annabeth did it mostly just bc she had a big fat crush on him and it was like the best way to get close to him and it was funny for everyone involved but it also became common practice for literally anyone to do this

charlie definitely did percy perched on his shoulders a lot but he couldn’t sway too much otherwise they’d both topple over and clarisse definitely did just bc she could but percy HATED that

i also think it took a while for percy to do it back like it was his GOAL for a long 4 years to manhandle them back

he’d randomly walk over to charlie grab him around the thighs and LIFT he’d get charlie a good foot off the ground and call that a win clarisse never let him actually get that far but by tlo percy could carry annabeth easily and it’s like one of his favorite activities now

especially if annabeths studying and not giving him attention (and it’s not smth that’s like deeply important) he’ll pretend he’s going in for a side hug but slip his arms behind her back and under her thighs before lifting her up and throwing her over his shoulder

or when she falls asleep in the grass at camp he’ll pick her up bridal style to a more comfortable area

they both have a habit of fake sleeping in uncomfortable spots just so the other will pick them up and move them

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꧁༺ 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 ༻꧂

Part 17

A Jacob x reader long fic

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 aka pretty much the best thing I’ve ever written, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

La Smut

Warnings: FLUFF, SLIGHT ANGST IF YOU SQUINT, SOFT JACOB, BIT OF WOLFPACK, A DASH IF THE CULLENS, SOME EDWARD&BELLA

Summary: While helping Emily out with making dinner, Jacob comes back from patrol and gives you a hand. Jacob’s talk with Charlie comes up and Jacob is forced to reveal what he’s done with Sam…who takes it suprisly well.

Jacob and reader share an intimate moment. In which Jacob tells them something deeply important.



Tag list: @coldonez aka my amazing, wonderful, talented wife did I mention that I love my wife

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“Hey.” Jacob says casually as he walks up to hug you. He was getting back from patrol with Paul, you didn’t know it yet but Jacob ran faster than ever so he could see you sooner. “Hey.” You say laughing as he picks up in a bear hug. He kiss your nose before setting you back down.

“Damn Jacob I’ve never seen a wolf run so fast before.” Paul says as he walks into Emily’s house, Jacob frowns and immediately looks annoyed at the teasing tone of Paul Lahote’s voice. “Oh hey Y/N, no wonder Jacob was scrambling to get here.”

“Paul.” Jacob tone is a warning to which Paul laughs at. “Good to see you man.” Paul says simply and walks off to hunt down some food.

You watch as he walks away, before turning back to Jacob with a sly smile on your face. Jacob glares at you. “Don’t start-“You misssed mee.” You sing song teasingly and Jacob throws his head back and groans out. “Really Y/N you don’t have to-“Oh I’m definitely rubbing this in.” You cut him off happily and boop his nose.

“In fact, In going to journal about this later.” You tease as you start to walk away from Jacob who follows after you, trying his best to remain annoyed and failing. “Now who’s the smug bastard.” He says and that playful glare is back on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame to Emily’s kitchen. You laugh as you go to the sink to wash your hands so you can continue peeling potatoes for dinner.

“I’ll remember that.” You say and attempt to sound menacing and cryptic but you end up chuckling after. Jacob grins at you as he watches you peel the potatoes. Eventually he decides to lend you a hand.

“Oh hi Jacob,” Emily says as she comes in to check in the meet in her crockpot. “It’s good to see you.” She pats his back as she walks past him. “How was did your talk with Charlie go.” You can’t help but grin as Jacob tenses. He hasn’t told anyone about his big reveal to the cop.

“Uh oh.” You draw out and try not to laugh.

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Flashback time hehe

It had taken about 30 minutes for Charlie to fully compose himself. Within that time Jacob decided it was best if he warned Bella about Charlie coming to see her.

“You ready to head out Charlie?” You ask carefully as you stand in the kitchen and watch the man space out. “Yeah!” Charlie pauses to clear his throat, as his voice was slightly higher pitched than usual. “Yeah I’m ready to go. Just uh…just gotta find my keys.” Charlie says as he stands up and pats himself down looking for them.

“I’ve got em right here.” You hold up his truck keys, jingling them. “We’re all set.”

“Right, right….thanks kiddo.” Charlie breaths out and snagged the keys from you. “Do you…ahem..do you wanna come along?” He asked you awkwardly after walking off to the door. You smile at Charlie. “Yeah I’ll tag along.” He could definitely use the company.

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Charlie was tense during the drive as you two spoke. You told him it was best if he only knew what he absolutely needed to know and nothing more. To which he told you that he kind of preferred it that way after seeing Jacob turn into a giant dog. You contemplate on correcting him, but the poor man has suffered enough.

When Charlie parks the car, neither of you get out even after he kills the engine. “Are you nervous?” You ask him, and he laugh softly. “Think I’m just…trying to convince myself that this is all real.” He looks at you and makes that face of his, the one he makes instead of crying. “I’m just happy that she’s alive.” You smile sadly at him, Charlie has always had a soft spot for Bella.

“This is real, she’s alive and healthy.” You put a comforting hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Let’s go see her.”

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Bella is waiting for him on the couch, she’s trying so hard to look normal that she ends up looking completely different from her usual self. You’re standing next to Charlie when he sees her, and in a second he’s on that couch like the flash.

Bella looks at you, panicking, you offer her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up before leaving to give them some privacy. Jacob and the rest of the Cullens are in the next room. Edward is holding Nessie, playing and laughing with her.

He looks like a complete stranger, joyfulness being an unusual look on his usually gloomy face. Edward looks impossibly alive in this moment, eyes filled with warmth and happiness as he looks at his daughter.

“He’s been hogging her for days.” Rosalie hisses beside you, you can’t help but chuckle a bit as she glares at her brother. “I’m surprised you gave her up in the first place.” The blonde’s irritation only grows. “I didn’t, he stole her from me while she was napping.”

It’s no secret that Rosalie loves Nessie like her own, Rosalie always wanted to be a mother and that chance was stolen from her. But at least now she can have this experience, it’s why she almost always has Nessie in her arms.

“She a lot bigger now.” You murmur, more to yourself than to anyone. Her alarming growth rate wasn’t something any of you could sit well with. Though it made time with the girl more precious, it more often then not left you feeling uneasy.

What if it never stops, what if she grows old within the next 10 years? What is she’s gone within 15? It would crush the Cullens, Edward and Bella would be devastated, you didn’t even want to imagine what it would do to Rosalie. You’re lost in thought as you watch Edward with Nessie, till Jacob puts his hand on your back. It doesn’t make you jump, it just soothes you. You literally lean into his warmth and presence, as he stands behind you.

“Y/N.” You hum absentmindedly in response to someone calling out your name. “What?” You say now fully aware that you’ve just been standing there. Jacob laughs softly at you. “Esme asked you if you wanted some water.”

Your face heats up with embarrassment. “Oh no, I’m okay. Thank you Esme, that’s very kind.” Esme smiles at you sweetly. “Let me know if you change your mind.” You smile back at her, as she goes on to tell you that you seemed very pale and it really wouldn’t be any trouble.

Eventually you end up sitting down with a cup of water in your hand and Esme beside you in full mother hen mode.

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After Charlie gets to meet Rumpelstiltskin I mean Renesmee, he reluctantly plays along with the whole adoption bit. It’s only after he forces Bella to swear to visit him that he leaves. Not too long after, Bella drags both you and Jacob out to the woods so she can talk to you two alone.

“Look Bella we didn’t-” Bella interrupts you by pulling both you and Jacob into a hug. “Thank you.” She whispers out. “Thank you both so much for doing this.” She sounds so relieved, and as she pulls back you see her grinning brightly. Bella is practically glowing with joy.

“I thought you’d be pissed.” Bella laughs at your confession. “Oh I was for a little bit…but I’m just so happy that my dad can be a part of my life again.” She tucks her hair behind both of her ears and nods her head and sighs out. “He can be a part of Nessie’s too.”

“I thought you hated that nickname.” Jacob teases and Bella shoved him playfully. “Well it’s growing on me.” She states before scrunching up her nose. “Like fungus.” You laugh at how much venom she puts into her words.

“But enough about me.” She turns to look at you all excited and grabs your hands. “You owe me the story of how you two FINALLY got together.” You roll your eyes at her as she shakes you. Jacob groans out and then laughs at both the expression on your face and how hyper Bella is in this moment.

Before her ‘death’ you promised her that if she survived, you’d tell her all about you and Jacob. Bella Swan never forgets a promise.

———

After thinking about the whole ordeal, you take a moment to really contemplate just how bizarre and insane this all really is. Bella has a baby…with a vampire. And that baby is growing fast as fuck and has superpowers. The. Baby. Has. SUPERPOWERS.

What the hell is your life.

You stop pealing potatoes, and sit there staring at the counter. You couldn’t believe that the pure craziness of the whole situation is only just now sinking in.

God, if you’re not an alcoholic by the time you’re 21 it’ll be a miracle…at least you’re all getting along now. Bella calls you often, just to talk and to plan times to hang out with you and Jacob.

Edward is growing in the both of you, “like fungus” in Bella’s words. He’s changed a lot, he seems more…free, more alive and wayyyy less miserable looking.

Hands rub up and down your arms, pulling you from your thoughts. “You okay?” Jacob’s voice is low and hot against your ear as he whispers softly into it.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You breath out, letting his warmth and comforting touch ground you. “You sure? You’ve been spacing off more than usual…seem a bit out of it most days.” Jacob’s arms warp around your waist as he kissed the top of your shoulder. “I think…I think I’m still just trying to wrap my head around it all.”

Jacob nuzzles his face into your neck, pressing light and gently kissed to the side of it. “Me too, just…just don’t hesitate to talk to me about it. Okay?” You hum softly as you begin to peel potatoes once more, Jacob breath against your neck is both a comfort and a curse. It makes it harder to peel potatoes and pay attention so that you don’t cut yourself. “I said we’d get through this together. No matter what, you always have me in your corner.” You smile at that, nodding your head before speaking out softly. “I know, you’re loyal to a fault…it’s one of the many things I love about you.”

———

Supper time rolls around before you know it. Emily basically had to best Jacob off of you with a wooden spoon and soon after that she put him to work. She told him that he’d have to make up for distracting you by helping make dinner. All three of you working together really moved things along, about 30 minutes away from mealtime, Sam comes in and steals Jacob.

Before he leaves you stop him. “Incase I never see you again…it was me that stole all your Red Hot Chili Peppers cds.” Jacob fake gasps out. “How could you do such a thing-“JACOB!” Jacob groans out as Sam’s booming voice cuts him off.

“I love you…take care of my bike for me.” He professes desperately and kisses your forehead before running off to talk with Sam.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Emily says as she stands next to you. “Sam is actually a but relieved that Charlie knows now, covering up their tracks has been a thorn in his side.” You laugh. “Oh so he’s just trying to scare the shit out of him first huh?” Emily chuckles and points her wooden spoon at you.

“Careful. Keep the cursing up and you’ll have to start putting money in the swear jar.” She shakes the spoon at you as she speaks. “Between you and Paul, I’ll have enough money to redo the whole house by the end of this month.” Emily’s tone is teasing but you can see in her eyes that she’s being serious. You put up your hands. “Yes ma’am!”

———

After supper, you all have a bonfire behind Emily’s house. Paul and Quil are bickering about s’mores as Embry eggs them on. Jared has one again drank all of Seth’s CAPRISUNS, and is trying to not get strangled by Leah.

Emily and Sam sit back and watch the chaos unfold with you and Jacob. Laughing and smiling at their antics.

“Did you know that the human brain lives for about 7 minutes after your body dies. They say it’s because the important parts of your life are playing through your mind.” Sam tells you all randomly. An odd fact that caused you and him to have a deep and intense conversation about philosophy and so on.

Emily and Jacob watch you two nerd out smiling warmly. You never thought that Sam would be so into things like this, it’s a nice surprise.

———

The night ends and you and Jacob load up in his truck. He turns the engine on but pauses and leans back, looking at you intensely. “What?” You ask him, confusion filling your voice.

“You would be my 7 minutes.” He says simply, smiling all goofy and proudly. “You’re a dork.” You laugh out, but your whole body heats up at his words. He says them like he means them whole heartedly, eyes filled with something deeper then just love and devotion.

Jacob’s love is intense, it’s like a blazing hot fire, that buns bright and consumes you whole. But it’s also a calming breeze, the kind that carries the sweet smell of rain and the earth. Everytime you think you’re beginning to understand how deeply he loves you, Jacob shows you another ten miles down the deep well of his devotion and admiration. Jacob is your one all consuming love, most people don’t get one of those in your life time. You could have lifetimes with him and it would never be enough time to get to love him and explain what he means to you.

“I’ll love you even after death, when we’re just food for the worms to eat and our fingers decompose.” Jacob whispers out softly and lovingly and as he leans forward to kiss you. He whispers something else out, just seconds beofre kissing you.

“Kwop kilawtley.” He whispers it like a prayer, gentle and sweet but overwhelmingly dripping with devotion and love. It’s raw and beautiful, the sound of his voice, the meaning of his words, how he speaks them in his native language only for your ears to hear. It steals the breath away from your lungs, makes your heart race and your whole body tingle.

Kwop kilawtley

Translation: Stay with me forever

————

Soooooo, this is the story’s official end. There may be bonuses like reader and Jacob going to prom and them getting married. Also some other parts that add more depth to hurt relationship.

Feel free to request whatever you’d like to in Bonfire before it’s wrapped up and whatever you want in the next part.

Thanks for reading, I really enjoyed writing this story.

Love ya🫶

[meganooregano]

Non-Gallavich-centric Shameless fics

These are in no particular order. Please feel free to add to the list!

Good Brother - 247k, unfinished but so good. Easily my favourite Carl-centric fic. Carl realizes he may not be as incapable of taking care of his family as he thinks. Carl x OFC.

Making Bail (and Other Fun for the Whole Family) - 6k, Fiona returns home in the wake of Debbie's arrest, Mickey steps up as a member of the Gallagher family, and crime may or may not be committed in the process. Has Gallavich in it but i felt it wasn't about them, if that makes sense, so I'm including it here.

Outrageous Fortune - 2.3k, Debbie Gallagher and growing up. S3/S4 character study.

The five times Fiona saved Lip and Ian and the one time they saved her - 5.4k, what it says on the tin.

Familiar Patterns - 2.9k, Missing moment after the events of "You Sold Me A Laundromat Remember?" Inspired by a deleted scene. Fiona finds Debbie crying and does what she's always done.

The Great Gallagher Masher War of 2022 - 1.4k, Mickey steals Debbie’s potato masher and sets claim to it. Publically. Arguably has too much gallavich in it to belong here but it features others enough that I'm leaving it.

Taking Care of Things - 66k, de-aged Fiona. In which the kids are forced to step up, and the truth about Fiona's childhood comes out. Ft. Good brother Lip.

Redheaded Stepchildren - 280k in 2 parts. First part Debbie and Ian's relationship post S4, and then Lip and Ian. Not s5 compliant. Very well written.

Sweetbitter Love - 949, slice of life for cousins Franny, Freddie, and Charlie Gallagher.

Twelve Going On Midnight - 5.1k, Lip is 12 years old when he comes home to his older sister sobbing in the bathroom, pregnancy test on the sink. He's 12 when he finds out the baby is Frank's.

You're Not Alone, Kid - 5.7k, Lip's having trouble at college. Fiona's having trouble at home. They work it out together. Set in S4, sibling feels.

You Can Count On Me (Like 1, 2, 3, I'll Be There) - 3.1k, Fiona comes in to talk to Lip's principal about his plan for graduation.

Who We Become - 2.8k, Mickey and Fiona have a conversation about childhood, being raised by your sibling, and the people we become when we have no other choice. Fiona appreciation!

Mom, Am I Still Young? - 1.8k, Fiona has some complicated feelings about Monica's death. They all come out one night while talking to Ian.

There Is A Place (Where I Feel At Home) - 2.1k, Fiona and Liam, at their new apartment out of the South Side, talk about the Gallagher house and its past. AU s9

Stay For A Year Or Two - 2.3k, The night before Fiona leaves Chicago, she gets the opportunity to talk to Debbie.

Unpredictable - 3.9k, rewrite of Fiona's goodbye visit to Ian in prison.

Sixteen - 2.2k, Ned gets in the wrong bed while drunk at the Gallagher house. Fiona’s not happy. Aka how s3e5 should have gone.

Hungry Mouths - 8.4k, when Fiona is 17 she exhausts herself working to take care of everyone while sick. Her kids turn the tables and take care of her instead.

With the Wind - 2.2k, The kids learn that Fiona never learned how to ride a bicycle. They take it upon themselves to teach her.

Milkovich Siblings - 40k in 21 parts, (unconnected) moments between the Milkovich siblings. Aka (violently) protective big brother Iggy Milkovich.

Allies - 2.6k, Tami and Mickey are the only ones home and Tami takes the opportunity to gab with the only other non-Gallagher in the house. Probably has too much gallavich for here but I like Tami's POV.

we rarely practice discern - 1.9k, the Gallaghers go back to their roots: good old-fashioned fraud. Aka fake funeral 2: Electric Boogaloo

Just To Be Free Again - 25k, Debbie fucks off after Mickey and Ian’s wedding, leaving Franny and Sandy behind. Re-enter Fiona, fresh from Florida, tanned and well-off. Insta-hate between Sandy and Fiona. Hilarity and hate fucking ensues.

[star-crossed-planet]

The guys go out to get ice cream ^_^

what I think they would get.

Todd: a double portion of milk caramel flavor, in a cup. Once he went through the inevitable experience of dropping his ice cream cone as a kid, never again. Has had the same favorite ice cream since he was 7.

Neil: one of those super tall ice cream cones with three different flavors, and they change everytime. He ends up spilling it all over himself when it melts but refuses to stop getting a damn cone.

Charlie: some obnoxious order like a big ass milkshake with a bunch of different sprinkles, syrups, a cookie and a cherry. He was kicked out of one of those stores where you add the complements yourself for finishing all the colorful sprinkles

Knox: fancy mf doesn't get ice cream, he gets a Frappuccino™ or plain vanilla ice cream

Pitts: currant or sweet potato popsicle, he bites it and finishes it in less than 2 minutes to everyone's horror. He's literally my dad wth.

Meeks: he actually orders normal stuff but sometimes he manages to find shit like, tamarind cucumber ice cream. Or gets the weirdest combination of water strawberry and coffee.

Cameron: the master of unpopular flavors, gets pistachio and gum all the time. His favorite one is clementine ice cream with gummy bears but he never finds stores that have the clementine flavor.

Chris: classic strawberry cone, also she loves lemon water ice cream with chocolate syrup and is genuinely confused as to why so many people dislike it.

Ginny: chocolate, brownie, mocha, chocolate chip, basically anything that has chocolate in it. Also gets chocolate syrup and sprinkles. And a chocolate cookie. Did I mention she likes chocolate?

[charliegyrth]

Hey, Chubs! - Part 1 of 2

The Pool Party

Hey, people! Charlie here! I just did the math, and this is officially my 100th story on Tumblr (if I count each chapter as a separate story, which I do)! Feeling very proud of myself right now.

Anyway, hope you like this one.

***

You’re at Sammy’s pool party. You’re the only one in a speedo, so you feel a bit self-conscious. You have a nice bulge, especially for someone so tiny, but you hate how much of your body is on display.

Everyone else here is ripped and tan. You feel like a Q-tip standing next to them.

You’ve always been embarrassingly thin, and guys used to give you crap about it in high school. You’ve overcome those insecurities (or at least you thought you did), but now that you’re surrounded by fitness models like Sammy and his friends, all that teenage anxiety has come back.

You get out of the pool and immediately wrap a towel around your waist to hide how stalk-thin your legs are.

Sammy walks over. “Hey, chubs!” he says. “Looks like you’re finally filling out.” He squeezes your sides, acting like you have love handles.

“Not funny, man,” you tell him. You’re surprised by the cruelty behind Sammy’s words. He’s never talked to you like that before.

“What?” he asks. “I think you look great with a little chub.”

You want to shout at him, but his face looks genuine. He’s being sarcastic, but he doesn’t sound sarcastic.

You sit with the other guys. They’re already eating hot dogs.

“Hey, big guy,” Rudy greets you. “About time you joined us.” He gives you a plate with three hot dogs already loaded up with mustard and ketchup. How could he possibly think that you’d eat so much?

You eat one of the hot dogs while the guys gossip about your friends who aren’t in earshot. When you finish your hot dog, you push the plate away. It doesn’t take a lot to fill you up.

Sammy sits across from you. “What’s wrong, chubs?”

You don’t know what to say.

“Yeah!” Lance chimes in. “Don’t be self-conscious about your appetite. We all know how much it takes to fill up this tank.” He slaps you on your flat stomach, acting like you have a gut.

Like Sammy, he doesn’t sound sarcastic.

“It’s my fault,” Sammy says. “I mentioned that he was filling out, and I think that got him a little self-conscious.” Then he turns to you. “It’s okay, chubs. Every friend group needs a fat guy. Just go for it.”

The others stare at you, waiting for you to keep eating.

This feels really weird. Why is everyone treating you like this? Can’t they see what you look like?

The pressure is too much for you, so you start eating the second hot dog. You already feel full, but it goes down easy.

Everyone watches. They’re all smiling.

“Here, try some of this,” Rudy says as he scoops a massive glob of potato salad on your plate.

This is already more food than you’d eat in a day, but you keep going. You finish the third hot dog and start on the potatoes.

The conversation continues, but you notice everyone glancing at you, just to make sure you keep eating. Somehow, those glances give you the motivation to fight past your fullness. Soon, your plate is empty and your stomach is throbbing.

You’re still confused, but you feel much more comfortable with your friends. You’re not fat, but you kind of like how they treat you like a fat guy.

Someone hands you a beer (you don’t know who) and you start drinking. It tastes great. You never drink beers, but you think you might start. They’re a lot more refreshing than you realize, and the bitterness helps settle your stomach.

You start to head back to the pool, but Sammy stops you. He wants to ask you something.

He gives you a bag of potato chips to go with your second beer. Sammy smiles and says, “You know, I just gotta say… I like this new side of you. And I think you look amazing.”

You reminisce about old times, but some of his memories are strange. He mentions meeting you at college, and working with you on some architecture projects, and going to movies together. You remember all of that. But then he mentions buffets, and wine-tasting, and filming your Chinese food mukbangs at his house.

He has all these memories of you eating, but you honestly have no idea what he’s talking about.

But you don’t correct him. You like hearing him talk. You like the attention he’s giving you.

As you finish the chips, he slides next to you and starts rubbing your thigh. Sammy has never shown any interest in you before, but now he can’t keep his hands off you. And he keeps calling you chubs.

At first, you think the nickname is weird, but the more he says it, the more you like it.

Once the bag of chips is empty, he takes you into his house. You can hear the guys giggling as the two of you leave. They know what you’re going to do.

He takes you into his bedroom and strips off your speedo. Then he steps back and takes a long look at you.

You catch your reflection in the mirror. You’re still stick-thin, but your stomach is rounded from all that food. But that’s not what Sammy sees.

He sees a fat guy. He touches your flat chest as if he’s playing with your moobs. “Damn, chubs. These are coming in nicely.” Then he grabs your bloated stomach and jiggles it even though there’s nothing to jiggle. “How much do you weigh now?”

You’re 130. You’ve always been 130. But you can’t say that. You want Sammy so badly, and you fear that if you say the truth, then whatever spell he’s under will end. “160,” you say.

He scoffs, as if you’ve just lowballed him. “Right, chubs.”

He guides you to his bed and throws you down. Then he strips off his swim trunks.

God, he’s huge. And he’s already rock hard.

He climbs on top of you and gives you the best sex of your life. You don’t object when he digs into his dresser and grabs a donut. Rams it into your mouth as he rams you from behind. You don’t object to the second donut, either. Or the fifth. Or the tenth.

You wanted this. You wanted Sammy to take you, and he is. Over and over.

He worships your body, feeling every inch of you as he claims you for himself. Then, when you’re both finished, he lies next to rub and rubs your stomach.

“You’re the first fat guy I’ve ever been with,” he admits.

You don’t know what to say, so you snuggle against him and fall asleep.

***

The next day, you’re at work when Sammy texts you. “I’d like to see you again.”

Your heart races. “Tonight?”

“Your place. I’ll bring dinner.”

You want to ask your coworkers if you look any different. Does everyone see you as fat now?

You’re too embarrassed to ask, though. And too afraid that if you say the words out loud, this spell will be over and you’ll lose Sammy’s interest.

You go about your day like normal, though you allow yourself to eat an extra slice of your coworker’s birthday cake in the break room. It tastes really good.

That evening, Sammy comes over with a huge bag of take-out from Lascari’s. He greets you with a kiss and then lays all the food on your table.

Your eyes widen. This is enough for at least five people. You don’t plan to overeat, but Sammy keeps complimenting your appetite and watching you with such lust, that you keep going. He barely eats anything while you gorge yourself for him.

Again, he asks you how much you weigh. “And be honest with me this time.”

“180,” you lie.

That still makes him scoff.

You’re painfully full when he takes you to the bedroom. Before he pulls off your clothes, he rubs your aching stomach. You don’t have a gut, but it still feels good. Really good. His hands help relieve the pressure.

And then he takes you. He doesn’t feed you this time. In a way, you’re grateful. You couldn’t possibly fit any more food into your stomach. But at the same time, you miss it.

When you both finish, he wraps you in his arms and whispers, “You’re beautiful, chubs.”

***

You don’t hear from Sammy for a week. You’re constantly thinking about him, but you’re too afraid to call.

In the privacy of your own home, you imagine Sammy’s hands on your body as you jerk off. It feels okay, but there’s something missing. The next time you do it, you use one hand to stuff yourself with donuts.

Okay, now it feels right. You’re full and satisfied.

After a few days, all the snacks in your house are gone and you have to go grocery shopping. You buy more snacks than you could possibly finish on your own. The unhealthiest ones, too. Lots of donuts and cupcakes.

You’re surprised by how fast those are gone. Even when you’re not touching yourself, the snacks still give you a sexual thrill. They remind you of Sammy.

On Saturday, you run into Rudy at the mall. You’re in the food court, eating an extra-large rice bowl from Panda Express. He’s surprised to see you there.

“Hey, man.” (You’re disappointed that he doesn’t call you chubs.) “What’s going on?”

You say that everything’s good. You mention how fun the pool party was.

“Yeah. Fun times.” He looks down at your food. It seems he wants to tell you something, but he stops himself. He just says, “Take care of yourself, man.” Then he hurries off.

You get a weird feeling from that exchange, but whatever.

Then, before you finish all your food, you snap a photo and send it to Sammy. “Eating lunch and thinking of you.”

He responds right away: “Can I come over tonight?”

Read Part 2 here. You can find all my stories here. And check out my gainer ebooks here.

[windforestsso]

OC map 2024!

It was not long ago since Valedale been updated and it shows. Many OCs have moved there.

I have not included OCs from the old map as I didnt have access to the old file and I dont want to jump between multiple posts to get names and photos because that was just too confusing. I have done a google doc list with the Ocs so next update will be easier. But even if I didnt include OCs from the old post, we went from 73 to 95 Ocs, the population is growing.

I will not update this untill a new area been updated or added. But if anyone sees spell mistakes or wrong infomation given for ocs I can edit that. But I will not fix the map pic.

Address book is under line:

Central Jorvik:

Jorvik city:

Breasha Keane - Somewhere by Leonardos Lottie Emberwoods - Lives in Governors fall, she have no horses. Have a twin in South Hoof, Charlie Mary-Ann - lives close to Leonardos

Crater of Jor:

Alexei Sparrowhawk - lives in the mountain between Wildwoods and Dino Valley Sora Sparrowhawk - Kallter witch in dino valley searching

Firgrove:

Moa Windforest - Hidden shack in the forest  Ryland - lives at the ranger station

Firgrove Village:

Adelaide “Swift” Swiftheart - A kalter from Icengate lives near Firgrove Alexis Carolina Nightjar Elaina Hawkwatcher - Lives with her grandmother Luca Goldstone - Wilderness enthusiast. Big brother to Max in Tailtop village

Starshine Ranch:

Athena Rockstorm - Calamity Claymore - Charlie Emberwoods protoge, soul rider and chaos child. Have a big brother, Kit, in Cape West Fishing Village Daine Dusty Claymore - A retired cowboy. Uncle to Calamity and Kit Claymore Rora Dolphinheart -

Goldenhills Valley:

William Ravenyour - haunts the hayloft on Goldenleaf Stables (belongs to Dakota Ravenyour) Willow Crazytree - (no photo)

Cape West Fishing Village:

Adriana Braveheart Bella Highgirl - Officially owns a house here but has a second home in Avalon’s Meader where she stays under busy soul rider/druid times. Used to hop from hotel to hotel. Cody Hunter Doveshovel - Rents a bed with the Jorvik Fishing Club, but travels frequently for work and soul rider shenanigans. Kit Claymore - A fisherman and Amnesiac. big brother to Calamity in Starshine Ranch

Harvest Counties:

Crescent Moon:

Feya Elfchild - Lives alone

Jarlaheim:

Alyssa Evelyn - Lives close to the rocker hairstyles shop Everlee Songbird - lives with a roommate thats also a member of the keepers Iris- Neightbour to Linda. Frequently visits the family in Cape West Fishing Village Johann - Lives in the northern part of Jarlaheim. Joins Ruth on adventures often Lucy Flowerhill - Lives with Linda Niko Northlight- lives in an apartment Riley Wolfstorm Selena - Lives by the vet Yasmine Westbank -

Jorvik Stables:

Amira Monsave - 19 year old, rents a room. In jorvik to look for Anne Arya Mistwood - 24 year old, works and lives at Baroness’ racetrack but because of renovations she currently lives with their half sister, Shilo, in Jovik Stables Brook - Lives behind the white double doors Monty Lionheart - A fancy lad just vibing Shilo Stormfire - 18 Year old, dorming at the stables during the summer to train and compete with her Lipizzaner, Glory. Currently have her half-sister Arya Mistwood as a roommate

New Hillcrest:

Blake Silvercrest - lives in the stables Lucas Roni - Lives with her two dogs Opal and Potato. She works as a waitress in the local café during the day

Mistfall:

Dundull:

Azalea “Az” - lives around Dundull and work as a ranger Bodhi Applewright - Charlie Emberwoods protoge, soul rider and wanderer. Big brother to Toby in Redwoods Vendela Zoe Silverborn - lives alone

Wildwoods:

Astrid - precise location of home is unknown Heather - Sleeps in the hayloft of the stables in Redwood Point Max Goldstone -Charlies protoge, soul rider & adventurer. Have a big brother, Luca in Firgrove Rachel - Redwood Point Ranger Station Toby Applewrights - A junior ranger. Little brother to Bodhi in Dundull

North of Northern Mountains:

Donna Buttergood

Silverglade:

Alina - lives in the field between Silverglade Manor and Nilmer’s highland

Fort Pinta:

Esther Darkdragon - 26 year old, lives with Svea Darkdragon in an apartment Morgan Saltcrest - Pirate in the sea outside of the Fort Pinta Rose - Svea Darkdragon - 24 year old, lives together with Esther Darkdragon in an apartment

Moorland Stables:

Esther Northberg - lives in the hay loft above the stables Jamie Nightlock - A baby doing his best Kit Applewood -21 year old, lives with Mrs. Holdsworth, thinking of getting a small place in Valedale Montana

Silverglade Manor:

Nahla Wolfwalker - Half kalter on a quest

Silverglade Village:

Adelaide Odenburg - Lives in the pink house in the circle with two others Amelie Emberwoods - Lives at Steves farm as a riding camp instructor. Is cousin to Charlie and Lottie Emberwoods Athena Peacecry - Lives with her parents Aurora Bellavance - rents a room, wants to move to Firgrove or Goldenhills one day Ava - Recently moved to the north side of town, close to the championship Lady - Lives with Big Bonney

South Hoof Peninsula:

Ines - Lives in the cottage south of the Rescue Ranch

South Hoof Rescue Ranch:

Charlie Emberwoods - Work as a rehabilitator, have a twin in Governors fall, Lottie. Juni - travels a lot Vilda Ravenhill - Accidently roommate with Hugh Wynonna - Rents a room

Valedale:

Hollowwoods:

Damian - Lives with his family

Silversong River:

Rowan Riverborn - she a näck chills as a horse and is a danger to children Zelda Krüger - 22 year old, rents a room in Avalon’s Meander

Valedale Village:

Corinne Eaglebridge - Lives alone Evangeline Bitterhouse - A druid in-training. little sister to Genevieve Genevieve Bitterhouse - Charlie Emberwoods Protege, soul rider and a nature witch. Big sister to Evangeline Halo Starborn Joseph - had an apartment in Fort Pinta but let the lease run out Kelly Nightborn Lexa - Moved to Valedale Village after she used to live with her family in Moorland Marie - Lives in a house next door to Avalons Renata Rose Riverlee - Is a Pandorian hunting for someone, lives in valedale when not in Pandoria Sadie Algren - Take cares of horses at the village stables while their owner is away, travels to pandora to study flora and fauna Sora

Homeless:

Alou - contantly traveling with other shopkeepers on the Southern Jorvik event circuit Juli - Either in Pandoria or traveling, he supposed to live in south hoof but wont stay there. Ruth - drifter, can be seen more frequently around Jarlaheim and Greendale

[jollmaster]

On a scale of 1-10, how well can Charlie's gang cook?

Asileverse!AU: Charlie's gang and cooking

Charlie: 7/10, she wasn't trained for it specifically (as a noblewoman, she got other education), but Charlie liked to spend time with servants and watch them work

she's certainly not a brilliant cook and also not very good at cooking meat

Vega: 8/10, her cooking abilities aren't very diverse, but give her a piece of meat, two potatoes, mushrooms and salt and she'll make soup for the WHOLE company

this soup is enough for two days

Angel Dust: starts as 2/10, ends as 7/10, at first he thinks cooking is a woman's trouble

Vega proves him wrong, and besides Angel eventually becomes interested in it himself, befriending gang girls and trying to help them

Alastor: 8/10, he's a good cook, but his abilities a little (NOT a little) limited because of specific taste preferences

love of American South cuisine + love of meat with blood + love of salt = big part of Charlie's gang can only eat his meal if this mixed with something unleavened

Niffty: 3/10, the only one of the household chores she's hopeless at is cooking

everyone knows, so she's only trusted to help with little things like cleaning mushrooms or plucking

Husk: 4/10, he can catch small prey, but forgets it needs to be cooked lol

however, he can well roast a rat (you'll eat it and ask for more)

Cherri Bomb: 6/10, she came from a large family and often helped mom cook for the younger siblings

she's not much of a cook herself but knows where things are and who to help

sir Pentious: 4/10, about the same as Husk

didn't think much of cooking during his mortal life (nobleman + unpretentious), in Sheol prefers raw protein food

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Remember that fic you wrote where Rosie is hypnotised by Vox to kill Alastor and he dies because of the angelic wound but Lucifer brings him back because of Lilith's deal being unfulfilled and not allowing him to die?

Imagine a AU where Charlie dies(surprise stab happy Exorcist jumping out of the rubble with a spear after Lucifer repairs the hotel) and Alastor in impulsively desperation uses his Favor to not allow her to stay dead, Alastor will not let her go that easily.

Of course that's Alastor's reputation as a terrifying overlord completely dead in the water, he literally saved Princess Charlie Morningstar who was the manifestation of sunshine and rainbows. Vox has 4k video evidence blasting Hell's airwaves.

Alastor suffering a mental breakdown because? Feelings?! He has feelings?! Since when and is there a cure?!? No one fears the big bad overlord with a princess sized soft spot in his heart?!? What fresh hell is this nonsense?!

Everyone else realising Alastor does indeed have a heart and reconciling that fact with the grumpy (Shook) cannibal before them grudgingly allowing Charlie Morningstar to hug him.

*slams fists on table*

YOU, YOU GET THE VISION! You understand how I want to drag this idiot repressed motherfucking deer through the wilderness of Having Feelings and Giving a Damn About Others. No matter HOW mortifying and confusing it is for him in the interim.

You didn't specify if you also meant it in the that's my not-kid way, but i had an idea. But its midnight and im so tired so it won't be stellar... apologies in advance.

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Fuck, he should have seen it coming. Should have anticipated it...

In the split second of Vagatha's agonised scream hitting his ears, and one of Angel's guns hitting the ground from now nerveless fingers... Alastor Saw.

Charlotte, ethereal and terrifying, arching back as the spear cleaved through her chest.

He doesn't even think about it, before his shadows launch upward from nearby rubble to cradle the shocked looking Princess. His own Shade crawling over the Princess' form and hissing at the encroaching Creature that dared desecrate this moment of victory. Of... not peace, but something filled with revolting optimism.

He should have taught Charlotte better. Should have imparted the paranoia that wound about his mind like thirsty vines... to remnd the little ball of faith, trust and pixie dust that this was Hell and one should never lower their guard. How had he failed so dismally?

He doesn't even realise the threat was dealt with as a tendril automatically formed from his spine, lashing out so violently that the exorcist's body is ripped in two uneven chunks, thudding to the ground before Charlotte ever does. He would never let her.

Not even because of his Deal. But because, damn it all, he'd... put so much time and effort into this little game. And it was no longer amusing.

He scowled down at the dying, burbling exorcist as she choked on her own blood. He was no longer entertained.

The face registers. The lieutenant.

Ah, if only there'd been time to peel her like a potato, let her scream for death until it was granted, and then devour her inch by inch. To think she dared to cast a mere spear at someone like the Princess... her superior, her peer, and in ambush?

The cowardly wretch! Poppets spill from the growing shadows and launch at the angelic executioner, ripping whatever they could find to shreds as the gurgling screams grew frantic. But there was no time for that.

Somewhere, in the distance, his sharp hearing can pick up the anguished cry growing louder... and he already Knows, as only one who has dealt death many times can, that the little King will arrive a moment too late to save his child.

Charlie is shuddering, trying to breathe around a sunken chest cavity filling with her own blood. Mouth moving as if to say words that her stunned mind can't quite form... trying to catch up to the reality of her demise.

Alastor feels a horrifying chill creep up his spine as those eyes tilt his way. She's crying, absently. As if she wants comfort... here, in this terrible, too-long moment.

And he... feels a burning desire to provide it. To step forwards and take her into his arms and reassure that it would all be fine, that her father was coming, that Charlotte would be alright if she was brave and held on a few more seconds. And the thought repulsed him... no, where was his fury? His rage? His bitter despair at the senseless cruelty towards one under his protection? The self-loathing at failing a task?

No, no no no... this wasn't how this worked!

Anger made the mind clear, sharp like a blade. This messy, drippy, heartwrenching sensation was like having one's head jammed into a bowl of tapioca pudding.

He feels Vagatha slam past, desperate to reach her little love in the last moments... and someone puts a hand briefly on his shoulder as they pass. It all feels too slow.

What is this?

He snarls, wresting control back with sheer spite alone. No. Sentiment was meant for funerals and... likely something or other else, but it was not productive.

Alastor lets static cloud his eyes for the space between heartbeats as his mind pulls itself apart searching for some devious trick, some magical cure-all, some unanticipated loophole that would salvage this absolute shitshow. His heart clenches as he casts about, upturning mental baskets of useless knowledge and toppling filing cabinets of secrets.

He feels the sharp sting of his own collar, reminding him of the impending failure... and it strikes him. The sheer simplicity of the whole nonsensical option, why, how foolish not to have seen it?!

Eyes flashing, the shadows curl about them in a protective dome, symbols flaring as he pulls up the Favour binding Charlotte to himself. He pulses power down the links, striding closer even as Vaggie and Angel whirl in confusion, mistrust and horror.

They try to block his access, but a glare to Husker and the pair are carefully but firmly shoved aside by those crimson wings. At least someone around here could do their job.

His heart is thundering, mind trying to spiral into panic of What If, but he held such thoughts tautly behind barriers of self-assurance and general flim-flammery. Who else would have such an excess but the one who taught Vox showman's patter?

Winding the chain about his forearm, he approaches the Princess, who is barely there anymore, and hinges at the waist to get close enough. When had he grown so large? He hadn't noticed.

Power raced down the chains, pulsing to the time of his heartbeat, too fast, too frenetic. Radio chatter crackled in and out, unbound by conscious commands as his mind Focused on One Single Goal.

Winds whipped the dust, forcing the few close enough to observe to hold fast in their positions or risk being whisked away. The magical backlash was like an angered cat, cristling with impending doom and lashing its tail. Woe betide those who flinched first.

Alastor could sympathise with such a plight.

"Charlotte Morningstar... for the Favour you owe, for that which you have promised me... I collect two-fold. By the deal binding us, I forbid you to allow something so paltry to claim your light... and I command you to hold on until your father is able to arrive. No, until he is able to enact enough healing to allow your body to sustain itself." He intones, the words hovering around him in the air, simultaneously of him and apart.

The chains pulse faster now, runes burning into the sigils, and green seems to fill the shadowed air... and Charlotte screams. Her own hand clutching tight to the chain as a literal lifeline. Her veins seemed to pulse with a green tinge as power was poured into her.

Somewhere behind, Husk fell to his knees with a mumbled curse word, feeling his own energy draining away. He'd complain later... but at least Husker would understand the why of it.

"What the fuck is he doing to her?!" Vaggie sobs, trying desperately to lunge at Alastor. Only Angel's hands held her back.

"...something I think only he CAN do, Vags... something I don't think is even possible. Not like this..."

Alastor felt his hands shaking from gripping the chain too tight. Or perhaps it was the overwelming mess of emotions and the sudden sensation of being a conduit for power flowing away from him, a sensation he hadn't felt in decades - one frantic attempted healing spell on Vox shortly after the sinner fell in notwithstanding. That had been curiosity and stupidity, assuming anyone could be friends in a place like this...

The antlers creaked ominously, suddenly heavy as the world tried to spin. Charlotte's eyes on his own begging him for... for what? Mercy? To allow her to die? Or to keep pushing her beyond her own limits to force life into her depleting form?

He simply couldn't tell.

Lucifer, thankfully, barrelled through the dome a second later in full demonic turnout and dropped by Charlotte immediately. His hands found her face, cradling it with such tender fury you could see the adoring father he could be... likely once was, before Lillith.

With a flare of his wings, Lucifer tucked Charlotte's head into the crook of his neck, muttering soothing somethings that normally would have turned Alastor's stomach, and began to glow.

Slowly, oh so disgustingly slowly, blood receeded into her body and the flesh began to knit together from the deepest internal components to the final layer of epidermis. And, as her father was now managing the wound with a power beyond anything those in Hell could hope to comprehend... the chains shattered.

The backlash should have taken him off his feet, but Alastor was braced for it. He felt someone sail past as the resonance exploded outward like a shockwave.

Panting, Alastor feels his form starting to shrink, the antlers become less unwieldy by the second. He felt weak... and frantically cast his mind about to identify if any of Vox's little toys would capture such an unfortunate sight...

Charlotte was breathing evenly now, her form trembling slightly from the residual of her ordeal, but she was most certainly alive and rapidly on her way to both Hale and Hearty. The King was pouring divine power into her body, instructing it to repair, rejuvinate, restore and replenish. So many fancy words for saying the simple truth...

Lucifer, arrogant little angelic nightmare that he was, was a being of Creation and Life at his core... and he would drain it all for Charlie. That was evident in the tenderness of his gaze, the desperate overly-calm way the King seemed to be rebuilding her from a molecular level and soothing her distress.

How odd, that they held the same goal and yet... their methodologies remained so opposed. His, the power to trap and contain and control for the sake of keeping her alive; despite the suffering. Lucifer's power, that to bring light to the darkness and soothe the pain of being held in her mortal form despite the agony.

And yet, combined, the result was the stirring bundle of Princess. Whose arms embraced her father tightly, as tears streamed down her face, from joy or relief or the sheer catharsis... who could say?

Vagatha approached with shaking hands, desperate to touch, to reaffirm, and terrified to break her love. Charlie released her father and almost rolled off the shadowy dais in her desperation to enfold her girlfriend in her arms.

As they were no longer necessary, Alastor allowed them to drop back to mere shade again. His Shadow coiled about his legs, reassuring them both.

He felt... uncertain, numb and disoriented. Nothing of the past moments felt quite... real. Angel was getting Husk to his feet, he observes absently, letting the bartender lean on him. How magnanimous.

Niffty was being retrieved from atop a rather precarious pile of rubble some distance away. Ah, the airborne sinner.

His ears flick towards Charlotte, noting her approach and feeling a number of rather frustrating feelings rise from the pit of his stomach, telling him to Flee. Which was, of course, absurd, this was Charlotte... she of the Crayons and Glitter. Long may she infest every inch of the hotel, and greater Hell landscape, with the craft equivalent of a communicable disease.

Her hand reaches out for him, and Alastor fights back the automatic flinch he desperately wants to allow. Instead, he tones up the smile and tilts his head with a sickening crunch... aware of how best to play this moment. Can't let her close. "Yes my dear?"

"Al... you... you used the Favour to do something I don't... I didn't think... was possible. You saved me!" She's sobbing.

Oh dear, Alastor's heart is trying to escape from his mouth, his skin is tingling, not quite crawling with this sudden burst of Emotional Vulnerability without several feet of his person, but it's making Quite the Attempt!

His mind is a churning kaleidoscope of thoughts and, ah blast, feelings. How had he allowed himself to fall to sentimentality? Should he call Vox over to finish him off...? Ah, he'd have to word it better.

He should have used this to extort favours from the others. How had he fallen so far?

"Think nothing of it, my dear, it would be very droll if you went and died to someone as ludicrously uninspired as..." his next words sounded more like static than syllables. He leered at the too-still body by his feet... aping hunger, when his stomach was a mess of knots. Why was this happening to him?

"...thank you, anyway." Charlie replies, and those eyes are Too Discerning, piercing through the mess in his head, his body, his conflicted heart and seemingly deciding not to push this emotional revelation for now. She magnanimously allows him to continue playing nonchalant... and that pity in her eyes, just the merest flicker, had him seething.

"Whatever you assume, if incorrect Charlotte. This was mutually beneficial for-... what are you doing?!" Alastor tenses completely as Charlotte's arms wrap about his waist. He's mortified to find that his skin isn't trying to disappear into a new dimension at the sudden and unanticipated sensation. His whole body does glitch violently, though, at the mess of thoughts and feelings that explode.

Enough of this... he drops into shadows, and tries to ignore the hurt expression on the still-alive Princess's face.

This had been too much, this was-... he'd just been ensuring his vested interest hadn't gone to waste. Nothing noble, nothing selfless or whatever fairytale they were spinning themselves.

In his void, he thought he could be free of the thoughts... but they consume him. Sending his mind into a spiral, maing a body he doesn' currently have respond with flight... the threat long gone. Alastor is trying to quash the gnawing horror, the unyielding realisation that was seeping through his entire not-body from the extremities in.

...perhaps he had, to some insignificant miniscule degree, cared if Charlotte lived or died. Irrespective of the deal with Lillith.

Fuck. This was NOT the plan. Alastor felt phantom claws dragging through the fur he didn't possess in this form of shadows and radio waves, and yet... he trembled in the dark. The void offering none of his usual safety, his peace and security.

With a curse, he lurched out of the safety of the Nothingness and into his ruined radio tower. Now this sorrow, he could manage. To lose this place was to lose a limb... and with the cane damaged, he felt his hands tied. Merely wondering when the final blow would strike and from which direction.

"Ah, there you are, Sinner."

Alastor froze, horrified to have been caught off-guard by the tiny King. Hope bloomed as he thought about the potential for smiting... couldn't be on a soul chain if you were dead after all.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"You saved my daughter." Lucifer says, moving closer in a slow, calculated way that sent predator vibes up Alastor's spine. He hated this powerlessness atop the myriad of chaotic thoughts that flooded his every waking thought snce the moment Charlotte had beeen struck.

"A mere coincidencce. I was trying to stave off boredome..."

The lashing tail distracts a split second too long and then the King has him pinned to the wall by the throat. Why isn't he angry? Why isn't he snarling and hissing threats? The silence is sending Flight response messages to every inch of the OVerlord.

"You. Saved. My Daughter. In an unorthodox way I've never seen before, of course... but you kept her alive until I could get there to fix it." there's a thick pause. "Thank you. But if you ever try to make a deal with her again, rest assured I will tear you apart on the atomic level and scatter you across the rings."

"I-..."

"Dad!"

"Charlotte, why aren't you resting? You nearly-..." the finality of his statement, the sudden realisation that he actually Cared if Charlotte or even Angel or Vagatha lived and died, hit Alastor hard in that moment, and the words died in his throat. He allows a very tiny, "...fuck..." to escape.

Lucifer is grinnign maliciously. "Welcome to the world of emotions, Alastor. I didn't think you were capable... and I'm guessing you didn't either based on the cocktail of pheromonic distress you're giving off."

He's about to ask what the 7 rings that meant, when the King flickers out his snakelike tongue. Ah, the perceptive bastard. That was cheating.

"Dad, can you let him go?" Charlotte asks, and Lucifer lowers his grasp as Charlie ducks straight into the arms of the stunned and frankly overwhelmed overlord. What was this? Was this a ploy? What could she want?

Oh. Oh no.

He felt it.

Wet.

She's sobbing into his shirt.

Alastor is under the impression he may just explode if anything else comes along to shatter his previously well-fortified field of general indifference.

He slowly turns his gaze to the King, not sure what he was searching for, but the word 'help' was spring-loaded on his tongue at the moment. Lucifer only has eyes for Charlotte, and he's softer now.

"It's okay, Al... it's okay to have weird feelings, and take your time to come into them on your own, I promise." Why is she comforting him? What is this? An intervention? Hah!

"Charlotte, I have no idea what you are doing, but I would request you go and rest, hate for you to void my efforts at keeping you alive only foor you to succumb to exhaustion from... whatever this is."

"It's okay to care, Al... I'd never use it against you. But... I mean it. Even if it hurt and it was awful and I wanted you to let me go in those moments," Charlie sobs, and Alastor felt his heart sliding slowly into his abdomen at the statement, "I was really grateful you wouldn't let me go. That you made me wait for my Dad, even though it was so tempting to just let it fade..."

"You did not deserve a mediocre death, you're our Princess and Hell needs your brand of quirky chaos to function." He deflects, feeling nauseous from the mess of emotions running through him. Stilted as the movement may be, he manages to put an arm on her back and pat in a less than completely awkward movement. "There, there..."

She pushes back, wiping at her eyes and nose. "It's okay to care, Al. I'll keep saying it until you believe it... but we care too. Vaggie and Angel and Husk and Niffty and me. And... it's okay to not be okay with this, but we're here."

He's getting confused. Can one claim emotional whiplash through an insurance agency?

"I have no idea what makes you think I have indicated some sort of emotional crisis... but do calm yourself. All is well. And now that you are hale, you should take the time to recouperate."

"There, that! The caring thing! You can't fool me, I've got your number now, mister!" Charlie laughs through her messy tears. "Please come back to the hotel, so I know everyone is safe and inside... no one will mention your little... emotional moment, if you don't want them to. But I'd love if you joined us in the talking circle next time we have that running?"

He played a laugh track, as expected.

But his stomach flipped at the idea. "....perhaps, dear."

She squeals, and it feels like he's swallowed a firework from her radiant joy. "Excellent!!!"

Lucifer leans over to wipe a suspicious red streak off Charlotte's face, and turns to the sinner. Expression almost, exasperated fondness. The kind he'd seen levelled at Charlotte before. "Oh... you idiot... here, let me fix that."

He protests, but Charlotte's arms encircle him and hold the Overlord in palce. He could shadow out... and yet... something in his head says to wait, to trust. A sickening sense of fond security rises, and he fights it tooth and nail even as warm golden magic banishes the last of his persistent pain.

The world goes fuzzy, then. Alastor is vaguely aware that he and Charlotte are being enveloped in wings, and then they slip through a portal into the newly refurbished part of the hotel.

Voices, clamouring, too many too much, but the smile remains.

Charlotte is taken to a soft surface, and then someone is taking him as well. He should snap and snarl and fight but... to some odd, horrifying degree, this being cared for rot is quite... soothing.

How... bizarre, to be Seen like this and not taken advantage of. There were so many who would see this moment and decide to take their destiny into their own hands.

But the hands brushing past as they slip a blanket over his frame, and when had he laid down?, were gentle. The visual of Charlotte sleeping soundly against Vagatha, whole and alive, soothes like a balm. Even knowing Husker was spread out on another couch was oddly comforting.

Niffty climbed atop him and curled into a ball before falling fast asleep.

The odd gentle tones as the others settle to sleep or simply settle close, it was all... a very well designed trap to make him lower his guard. And yet... he finds himself dismissing the thought as ludicrous.

Speaking of ludicrous.

Lucifer rests on teh middle of the couch, looking down at Alastor with something ancient, unknowable and yet for all his apathy, there is kindness there in those eyes. "It's okay to be vulnerable, Bambi... the people you would die for make it worth it. I thought when I lost Lillith that closing off would help, but when I nearly lost Charlie today... I realised it wasn't worth it to spare pain."

He wanted to ask why they were having this heart to heart, but the words didn't eventuate. Feathers tickled at his finger tips, and he poked the nearest one.

"Thank you, for the life of my daughter, Alastor. If you hadn't-... if-... those few seconds were enough. And I know it cost you in more than power... I think I felt the moment that dam of repression in you snapped. Or at least tasted it. The fear on your face when you realised you also cared... I realised that perhaps you also care about Charlotte like I do, you just never had any idea how deep that well ran until today."

"I-..." he can't find the words to refute it.

"It's okay. I don't fully trust you... but I can See you now, Sinner. I get the feeling that you would have stepped between Char Char and that spear if you'd have been able, and might have died without ever fully understanding why you did so. For that, you have the gratitude of the King of Hell... though I won't make a deal."

"I will, if you will stop speaking like a self-help pamphelt..." he mumbles, feeling a hot sensation of shame rising.

"What about a Favour? A chance to remove that pretty necklace of yours, hmmm? But... not tonight, sleep on it. Everyone has been wrung out with the battle, the losses, the... Incident."

He is disgusted at the next words out of his mouth. Doubly-so for their sincerity. "There is no need, sire, I would do it over again to keep Charlotte safe... even without the... Request I am beholden to. Do you suppose you could put my emotional mess back where it was so neatly stacked, before the Incident?"

Lucifer laughed, softly, a self depricating sound. "If I had that level of power, do you think I would cycle from manic to depressed a dozen times per decade? No, those are your emotions, learn to work with them... I know Hell hardens sinners, and they lock parts of themselves away over time, but this is your chance to start again. Now, rest... I healed the wound but you depleted a lot of energy today. We can speak in the morning..."

"Hmmm, if we must." He mumbles, looking at Charlotte, her darling face slack with sleep and so perfectly alive. To see her chest rise and fall was enough. "You're not... a terrible father Lucifer. As much as it pains me to admit... and she knows you are trying."

Lucifer nearly blinds the half-awake and clearly delirious if he's being senitmental like that sinner, as he turns his radience on Alastor. "Well, you aren't so bad yourself... but if I find you drinking out of my #1 Dad mug one more time, you're going to be eating it."

Ah, a threat. That felt more natural, something he could work with!

The scathing retort died on his tongue as he fell asleep instantly.

Hell certainly WAS other people... just, in Alastor's case, not quite in the way he'd envisioned.

[l7nns31deb109]

Any hcs about what kinds of humor/memes/jokes would lotr characters like in modern au?

AHHH OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!!

OKAY!! SO!!! Did the hobbits but if you’d like the rest of the fellowship just lmk! Ps. Sorry it took so long to answer!

Pippin

•LOVES brain rot memes

•unironically watched skidbi toilet once

•half of what comes out of his mouth is a TikTok reference

•^everyone gets so sick of him smh

•(this is niche but) loves judyhopslover69 on tiktok

•^will quote “AHH IM SHIFTING!”

•calls people ‘sigma’ and ‘alpha’

•owns a wolf shirt

•loves ironic tee shirts

^’I’m with stupid’ with an arrow pointing at his head

•loved the cursive singing trend

•talks about the rizzler and big aj

•”THAT GETS FIVE BIG BOOMS!”

Frodo

•dabbles in brain rot memes

•keeps up with TikTok lore

•^knows all the ash trevino and santos drama

•^will tell Sam about it

•weird sense of humor lowkey

•^ will laugh at a picture of cheese??

•used to be a dan and Phil stan

•has a secret account where he trolls people

•^ will send slightly ominous messages to people on it for shits and giggles, “he still loves you…” or “DONT trust her🐍”

•prank calls people with pip and merry, will steal bilbos flip phone to get the numbers

•^not meme related but, these three would choreograph dances/ performances to get sleepovers

•”mamma a girl behind YOU 💚”

•participated in brat summer

•^introduced the group the charli and yes okay they all love her

•stan twitter warrior

Sam

•doesn’t have tiktok and refuses to download it

•has a big Pinterest board with memes on it

•misses vine like a mofo

•^ favorite vine was the potato flew around my room one

•”what does this mean im employed”

•^ learnt this from scrolling on tiktok on Frodos phone

•LOVES emojis

•^often communicates solely by emojis

•ex: Frodo will text him a question and Sam will reply this, “🚫👎😓🫶🍄”, “why the mushroom??”, “It’s pretty. :) 🍄🍄🍄🍄”

•likes podcasts, listens to them while

gardening

•^him and merry def wanted to start one together

•likes niche memes

Merry

•tried to get a meme account popular on instagram

•had a minecraft YouTuber phase in 2020

•has a soundboard app downloaded and will use it

•loved icarly and Fred when he was younger

•quotes really cringy Stuff

•^”um he’s right behind me… isn’t he?”🤓

•loves commenting on tiktoks

•^gets into arguments with people on there

•him and Frodo (sometimes sam and pip) watch drag race together and send eachother memes abt it

•whenever one of them leave a room the other will definitely say “sashay away”

•^they put pippin in drag one time

•reposts cringey stoner memes

•him and pippin played FNAF when it first came out (pippin cried)

•him and pippin were literally at the tiktok rizz party so….

[radioisntdead]

How about reader who's a powerful sinner and joined the Hotel as Charlie's muscle (Vaggie had to convince her to get an enforcer) and basically escorts Angel to and from Valentino's and to make sure he gets out on time and unharmed. When Angel leaves one day late and with a black eye, reader goes in and either puts the fear of Satan in Valentino, or just straight up beats the piss out of him before bringing Angel back to the Hotel.

(This may or may not be a frequent power fantasy of mine.)

Good evenin' my dear! I did this in a headcanon way because I couldn't write it into a full fledged oneshot, I hope you don't mind!

Hazbin hotel x Security guard! reader headcanons

Going to hell had it's pros and cons, mostly cons but one big pro was you becoming positively RIPPED.

Like superman, batman levels ripped and you didn't have to do the work to obtain them! You did on the other hand have to do the work to maintain them.

Despite your rather buff physical appearance, you were rather wholesome and craved redemption and that's what brought you to Charlie's redemption hotel, or rather the Hazbin hotel!

It was a rather lucky coincidence that the day you came to the hotel, Vaggie was trying to convince Charlie to take more security measures after extermination day more sinners were coming to the hotel and at the same time more sinners were targeting the hotel for some reason.

It was odd being both a guest and technically a staff member but you handled it well! You got to wear a shirt that Charlie made that read 'Security', you got a nice room to sleep in at night, you made friends, etc etc

You didn't have to do much since Alastor and the literal king of hell hung around the hotel but you did check the food that was delivered there, wander the grounds at night, and escort the hotel guests as they do whatever they did when they weren't at the hotel, like Angel dust.

You'd walk him to the studio, hang around outside wearing noise cancelling headphones and playing on your phone until he was done and escort him back to the hotel.

He wasn't thrilled at the fact he was basically being babysat during the walk to and from the hotel but the two of you eventually grew close, enough to call each friends.

Sometimes after his job the two of you would go grab something to munch on, like ice cream or a actual meal and shit talk his boss, or chat about stuff, before returning to the hotel.

You surprisingly didn't have any incidents during the time you had escorted Angel, that was until something happened, you didn't know what since Angel dust wouldn't tell you but you did know that your friend had bruises and a black eye given by none other then that purple headed grape lookin' ass moth man gave it to him.

You knew exactly what you had to do, so you did your job, you bought Angel dust an ice pack, and then walked him back to the hotel.

Then you grabbed yourself one of your hoodies, covered yourself and walked yourself back to the scene of the crime, and waited until Valentino walked out of the Vee's tower.

And just tackled him, now he may have had the height advantage and more arms but you had the muscle strength to TEAR HIM APART.

Now I can't exactly describe it because I don't really want to write gore at the moment but I can give a censored version with gifs!

Violence was enacted!

After beating Valentino to a bloody mush, you waltzed back to the hotel and took a well deserved nap!

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed these! Lowkey imagining the reader as one of those buff biker guys that have like a little baby kitten, I want a baked potato rn, anywho As always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you all have a wonderful night!

Psst! You should join the discord

[bunnelbaby]

Here’s a list of children’s shows for girl regressors/girl dreamers to enjoy!

(Disclaimer: Much like my list of recommendations for boy(d)res, anyone is welcome to enjoy these shows regardless of how they identify! This is simply a list of series I sense that girl(d)res would like to check out.)

𐐪𐑂 Gabby’s Dollhouse

𐐪𐑂 Jessica’s Big Little World

𐐪𐑂 Elena of Avalor

𐐪𐑂 Sofia the First

𐐪𐑂 Nella the Princess Knight

𐐪𐑂 Ariel

𐐪𐑂 Molly of Denali

𐐪𐑂 Alma’s Way

𐐪𐑂 Rosie’s Rules

𐐪𐑂 Mia and Me

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow Bubblegem

𐐪𐑂 Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

𐐪𐑂 Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

𐐪𐑂 Miraculous Ladybug

𐐪𐑂 Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

𐐪𐑂 Hilda

𐐪𐑂 Jentry Chau Vs. The Underworld

𐐪𐑂 Dee & Friends in Oz

𐐪𐑂 Dew Drop Diaries

𐐪𐑂 Ada Twist, Scientist

𐐪𐑂 Monster High

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow High

𐐪𐑂 Ever After High

𐐪𐑂 Mermaid High

𐐪𐑂 Supernatural Academy

𐐪𐑂 Unicorn Academy

𐐪𐑂 Lalaloopsy

𐐪𐑂 Barbie

𐐪𐑂 Bratz

𐐪𐑂 Enchantimals

𐐪𐑂 Mira, Royal Detective

𐐪𐑂 Alice’s Wonderland Bakery

𐐪𐑂 Kiya & the Kimoja Heroes

𐐪𐑂 Minnie’s Bow-Toons

𐐪𐑂 Butterbean’s Café

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[teafromthemicrowave]

hii it’s me again

your art is so so gorgeous and flowy and is one of my favorites on this site, so I wanted to ask what are some of your biggest influences when it comes to stylization and design?

(also sorry if this sent twice tumblr is being weird again)

omg I'll try to be coherent about this

gotta be honest in the first place, a big impact was potato lords art. credit where credit is due! I came from a very manga-like style which I thought was the only way to make my art look pretty:

BUT I soon realized its okay to make my characters original, and I started that by drawing different kinds if noses.. gotta be real, this was the opener to a new world! all in all I just started to get more silly and go more for character than for prettiness!

turns out, this was the best thing to do cause now I think I can do both - I mean. making my designs often also involves a lot of homosexual yearning. (big thanks to malevolent for this one)

talking of malevolent designs: I also have some distinct face/hair/body claims. Good example I recently came up with would be young Jan Borysewicz's face structure for charlie! making a study of his face really helped me to figure out how I can draw him!

otherwise I can't really elaborate on how I ended up with my designs and style... I just draw what I think is cool and it was a very long and continuous process which is still going on

aaaand stylization.. i guess its also important to me to mention this even though I'm not sure if it really fits the question:

I developed most of my style during classes with my sketchbook and VERY restricted material (text markers, 4 cheap other markers, a fineliner, glitter pen.... school stuff)

so I kinda had to make stuff visually appealing by color choice, texture, movement and I guess that really stuck with me. Also:

big fan of (post)impressionist painting styles and really want to incorporate a bit of it: I love visible brush strokes like van gogh does it, using and different colors and hues for one element of the painting like cezanne.... I just try to bring a bit of the stuff I do and like traditionally into my digital drawings!