#charlie and bunny-candy

[shipcestuous]

It's Always Sunny

I had told myself in the past that I was going to post Dennis/Dee commentary after every episode and not hoard it in my head thinking I'll post it later, meanwhile forgetting all of it bit by bit.

It seems like a lot of my fellow D/D fans have departed Tumblr since the era when this community was at its most active talking about them. Pity! But I'll do it anyway.

Of course Dennis totally disregarded Dee for most of 16x01. But he tends to do that with whoever is not part of his ongoing project. But once Charlie pitches bringing the whole gang in on his investment, he looks over at Dee to see what she thinks:

In the following scene, when Charlie comes up to them and reveals what the investment really was, you can see that Dee and Dennis are sitting right next to each other at a very small table.

It's like they chose the spot in the bar that would allow them the least amount of space...

16x02 was nice because it was a Dee/Dennis team-up. They take Frank out to dinner and naturally it reminded me of when they did that before, and Frank thought they were going to confess that they were in a sexual relationship with each other. I really wish it had been the same restaurant, that would have been amazing.

Dennis and Dee spend this episode on the same page. I can't remember them arguing or insulting each other even once. Their goal at first is to make sure Frank is including them in his will, and then their goal shifts to giving him a great day before they take away his gun, so it was very Reynolds-family focused. I have to wonder if these two get along better in that kind of context. We've seen them fight plenty when they're alone, just the two of them, but I think it general they fall into partnership-mode (even with some bickering) when Mac and Charlie aren't there pushing Dee's ostracization.

Then Frank accidentally shoots them. Twins getting hit by the same bullet, it's so poetic. Of course at the end of the episode Frank accidentally fires again and the bullet ricochets around the bar eventually hitting Mac and Charlie both, but there was no bouncing around here.

They're like parents to Frank in this episode, it's kind of adorable. I know the analogy is supposed to be to a dog but it's also like a child.

The highlight of this episode for me was actually meeting Charlie's sisters. Mac made a meta joke about forgetting that Charlie had sisters but I actually always remembered that he mentioned having a sister. It only happened one time - in Charlie Got Molested, in season 1. (I'm not going to forget that someone has a sibling!) I assumed they decided to effectively retcon it because it didn't fit with their vision of Charlie's family as the show moved forward, or maybe they just totally forgot, so I loved that they brought that back fifteen years later.

We don't find out his sisters' originals names, but they go by Candy and Bunny now and they make a killing doing topless ASMR on OnlyFans. (They're played by real life sisters.) They seem to be significantly younger than Charlie, at least 15 years, maybe more like 20 years younger. They hate Charlie and Charlie hates them and I enjoyed every second of their interaction. He might be a lot older but they certainly repartee on equal terms.

They call him "dirt grub" which I think is kind of adorable and a very accurate nickname.

They seem to know Mac very well so they've been around.

Anyway, now I'm picturing Charlie checking out their OnlyFans out of disdainful curiosity, or maybe just to see his beloved jar of teeth, and then becoming addicted to it.

[sweetdees-gf]

i like the fact that they added in that Charlie was the only sibling who stayed and Mac forgot they existed because they were never around. I like that it’s still canon that Mac and Charlie were the only people there for each other as kids and it was them against the world for a long time.

[charmac]

FIRST EPISODE WEEK OF PRIDE MONTH

[realbeefman]

anyways here’s bunny/candy calling charlie a fag in the bg of Charlie Got Molested (90% sure she’s mouthing “he’s such a fag”)

[brigggl]

Anyone thinking Charlie’s sisters and how they fit into the Kelley family dynamic, cause I'm having so many thoughts.

Like first off I've been thinking that they’re twins this whole time, but it's not actually confirmed. I think twins make the most sense since they're treated as a unit. Their age also isn't confirmed, but my guess is that Bunny and Candy are around 32 years old. Mostly off the fact that they look around 14 in Charlie Got Molested which puts Charlie around 15 when they're born. Even though they look younger than 32 in Frank Shoots, I don't think its unreasonable to assume they got botox or fillers.

I have a whole head cannon now that Bunny and Candy's dad talked a big game about taking care of Bonnie and the twins when she first got pregnant, but ended up being completely unreliable. He definitely didn’t move in with Bonnie or take any interest in Charlie. I think it makes sense if their dad would occasionally swing by and take them out for a weekend, or even get on a parenting kick for a month then dump them back on Bonnie when he gets tired of it. The girls being in and out of the house would explain the fact that they’re barely ever mentioned.

I also think it makes sense that Uncle Jack would move back into the house to help take care of Bonnie and the girls since the dad is so unreliable, and adds another layer to why Charlie hates them. Even if Charlie was older than the other times Uncle Jack stayed with them (I interpret the situation in cannon as Uncle Jack moving in and out a lot starting when Charlie was very young) and might have tried to stand up for himself, asking Jack to leave would mean being the only person in the house to care for his pregnant mentally ill mother which I'm sure was the last thing Charlie couldn't and wouldn't be able to handle. That kind of situation really lays the ground for some heavy resentment. On Bunny and Candy's end, I feel like Bonnie was a very absent parent to them which probably lead them to resent Charlie who Bonnie very vocally loved, even if it was not in a way that actually helped Charlie.

[t0bythebat]

i have a small fnaf theory. before you go yelling at me, i’m aware it has MANYYY plot holes. i just wanna get my thoughts out there.

the candy cadet stories have always intrigued me because we don’t know anything about them (as well as the fnaf 4 box. it keeps me up at night smh). we all know each one has something to do with five becoming one. five keys being melted into one, five kittens becoming one, etc. this seems obvious but the first connection i made with five was the five missing kids. Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Fritz and Cassidy. although, we don’t know much about Cassidy. All we know is they (using they because we don’t know the canon gender of them. Scott said they could be male or female) have a huge want for vengeance against William, their supposed killer. but we don’t know anything about them other than that. we don’t even know if their name is Cassidy, since it was found in an unreliable word search and their name has always been obviously hidden in the games. we know more about the others than them. Susie has her whole backstory with her dog and that she was the first victim and Jeremy has the dialogue in SB that could be about him.

Because we know so little about them, it got me thinking. what if they weren’t ever an actual kid.

William had more than five victims if were counting Cassidy. Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie, Susie’s dog, Fritz, Cassidy, Charlie, Elizabeth (could be argued she wasn’t a victim of his but i’m gonna count it), and possibly many more if we take into account the fact he made the SL animatronics mass murder machines. some argue that CC is also technically a victim of William so for now we’ll count it. even if we exclude Cassidy, thats still more than/at least five.

I was thinking maybe five of William’s victims decided to merge somehow to become Cassidy. they aren’t an actual kid, but instead an embodiment of their rage and anger towards William.

but see now the question is who’s the fifth soul? i think if they were to merge the main four would be in it. the options i was thinking were CC and Charlie. CC never really had anything against his father, as far as we’re concerned. although we do know that Charlie does. at first she was more worried about making sure the souls were able to get a second chance. and if they were to merge it’d have to be after the happiest day. so it could very well be plausible that she was involved in the merge.

and if they did merge it doesn’t necessarily mean that every part of them did. it could be an ennard-like situation where only parts of them were combined. and that would make sense with the fact that the fnaf 1 animatronics + the puppet are still possessed while Golden Freddy is too.

basically my theory is that five becoming one is the kids merging some parts of themselves together to make Cassidy.

i hope this was at least kind of readable and makes somewhat sense. again, this isn’t me claiming this is canon or anything i just wanna get my scrambled thoughts out there.

[thrutheinferno]

okay this might sound delusional but hear me out. i was thinking about how charlie’s sisters haven’t seen him nor mac in YEARS and yet they remember mac’s name. BUT HE WAS RONNIE AT THE TIME???? so i’m thinking that either charlie talks about mac a bunch at family reunions :(( OR that after the CGM intervention thingy the sisters were asking about and/or got reintroduced to mac!!!! any way, charlie’s sisters know stuff abt charmac that a lowly internet man like myself could never…. charmac forever

[dennisboobs]

staring at those ep descriptions and something something all the red flags just look like flags through my rose tinted glasses no i definitely don't care that both episodes are written by writers who have Barely or Never worked on the show in the past and the crypto stuff definitely isn't sending out any warning flares, dennis gets shot? pardon me? yes i will take 20 minutes of just that, thank you.

[number-one-hog-hater]

I need to see the script for shoots RCG I need it. Why is charlies so insistent on donald being everything mac ever wanted when he had at that point basically said nothing. Something Had to be cut that would have established that joke better.

[eemoo1o-sunnyoo]

Imagine if Charlie’s sisters’ original names were Kelly and Nelly. That’d track, I think.

[frogmascquerade]

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[whatswrongwithblue]

At a costume party Alastor is dressed as a pirate, and you're dressed as a bar wench... You find yourself drunk and fumbling desperately in a dark closet, him holding the door shut so no one walks in, while pinning your to the wall, while you work yourself up and down his cock.

💜😘😈

You know me, I had to make it just a teensy bit darker and rougher than the prompt required, but I think you're gonna like it.

Summary/TW: possessive Alastor, oral (both receiving), vaginal fingering, cock riding, creampie, alcohol consumption, biting/blood play.

Trick or Tease

You had been with Alastor for a while now and while it wasn’t exactly rare that you two were intimate, you had never seen him openly stare at you like he was doing that night.

Sex with Alastor was always an event that required lots of buildup prior and sometimes it had little to do with you.

If the two of you had spent hours of quality alone time together – dancing or talking – he might make love to you in a slow, tender fashion. The kind of long, sultry love-making that made your toes curl, your heart sing, and left no room for doubt of the depth and intensity of Alastor’s affection for you.

Other times he would return to the hotel in a quiet, seething rage and you would slink off to your room, knowing he would come and find you, and take what he needed from you. Those were the times he fucked you. It was always a brutal act and he took you in such aggressive, carnal ways that there was always a touch of fear in your heart for him then. With his cock slamming into you, drawing out each of your orgasms almost against your will, he reminded you of the sheer power imbalance in your relationship. And when he came, he always bit you, filling himself with your blood as he likewise filled you with him cum; marking you and devouring you so that you knew you were his. Reminding you that you should feel lucky to be in such a position; because if you weren’t, you’d likely be dead.

But outside of your most private moments, he rarely touched you. A chased kiss to the back of your hand before he left on the errand was the only real show of affection he would perform in front of others.

So when you had come down the stairs in your costume and he continued to stare you down from across the room, you weren’t sure what to make of it. In fact, you assumed wrongly as first that he was angry at you for your choice of costume.

Your bar maid outfit was far from slutty as far as Hell’s opinion on the matter went, but it certainly had more cleavage than your day to day outfits showed. Those tits of yours were pushed up high and looking round and inviting, sure, but otherwise the outfit was fairly modest. With a long, heavy skirt, and an apron designed to look well used and authentic, you were hardly the most scantily clad member of the hotel. Even Charlie, in her bunny costume, was showing off the entire expanse of her legs and even her lower ass cheeks and Vaggie certainly looked like she had no complaints about her girlfriend’s attire.

Again, you caught Alastor’s attention and with an irritated flush, you tried pulling up the ruffles of your shirt just a little more.

You shouldn’t care what he thought. It was your body and you still had autonomy in this relationship, or so you had been led to believe. And for fuck’s sake, the vamps and flappers of his day showed off more skin a hundred years ago.

After adjusting your clothes, you looked back up at him in time to see his eyes narrow even more as he watched you over the rim of his whiskey glass.

You huffed and grabbed your drink from the bar and down half of it in one swallow.

Fuck this.

You should be enjoying yourself. This was a party, for Satan’s sake, and it was suppose to be a rare fun night in Hell. And Alastor was looking way too yummy in his pirate costume to be acting like such a bastard when all you wanted to do was enjoy the eye candy that was your lover for the evening.

Instead, you avoided him, not wanting him to sour your mood any further. So you drank and danced, usually with Charlie, but often with Cheri or Angel, and whenever it was with the latter, you ended up with another drink in your hand.

As the night went on, you almost forgot about Alastor and his stupid, angry face. But then you realized you had gotten far more intoxicated than you intended to and you stumbled your way from the dance floor, your drunken, lonely heart searching for him as your irritation with him was washed away by the booze. All you could remember were those tight pants and the eye patch that had been traded in place of his usual monocle. You wanted to run your hands through the ruffles of his shirt before ripping them off of him.

But then you couldn’t find Alastor. As much as you searched through the crowd swarming the hotel lobby, you couldn’t find those familiar red ears and little antlers. Even through your drunken haze, trepidation began to bloom in your stomach, twisting your organs into knots of anxiety.

You remembered his anger then and in a rush of regret, realized avoiding him had been the wrong course of action.

Feeling flushed with alcohol and guilt, you swept your eyes over the dance floor one last time, no longer able to absorb the happiness and light atmosphere in the room. All you could see were the mistakes you had made that night. So you left without saying goodbye to anyone, wandering down the empty hallway that would lead you to your room and hopefully some form of reconciliation.

You blinked in confusion as the hallway suddenly went dim, the lights flickering to low before going out completely. In your drunken stupor, you weren’t sure what was happening, until a pair of arms grabbed your roughly from behind.

And then you were dissolving, falling, flying, spinning . . .

You came to in a tiny dark room, illuminated by a singular, pathetic lightbulb dangling above your head, as Alastor loomed over you, pressing you against the wall.

Your head spun for a moment longer as you got your bearings. Transporting you by shadow had been a mean trick as you often got a little motion sick from it even when sober. But your breath caught in your throat, stalling your nausea, as you looking up with shaking pupils to see Alastor’s blazing red eyes boring into you.

Before you could speak, he had a clawed hand on your jaw and pushed you harder into the wall behind you.

“Did you really think teasing me all night was a good idea?”

“I’m sorry- ” you squeaked out as he lunged at you but then his mouth was at your neck. As he sucked and kissed your flesh down to your shoulder, a mix of confusion and arousal began to course through your muddled mind. “Teasing you?” you stammered. “You think I was teasing you?”

“Wearing this?” he said, leaning lower and forcing the hem of your blouse lower to expose more of the swell of your cleavage before he took a mouthful of your curves, the sharp edges of his teeth digging in enough to feel the sting. “Not speaking to me,” he said when he let go of your breast with a pop. “Dancing with others. Always keeping me in your line of sight.”

“You – you liked the costume? I thought . . . I thought you were angry?”

“Angry?” Alastor yanked the loose collar of your blouse off your shoulders and you obediently pulled your arms free of the sleeves, exposing the strapless bra beneath. “Why would I be angry at you showing off a bit of your beauty?”

He reached behind you, unhooking the back of your bra and made you watch as he burned it in his grasp before turning his attention to your breasts.

“Your only mistake dear, was not making it clear that beautiful body belonged to me,” he said as he cupped your mounds; massaging and pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back to the wall behind you, arching your chest into his hands. “It is, it’s all yours.”

That heavy skirt was being lifted now as Alastor brought it higher and higher, exposing inch after inch of your thighs until he had the fabric bunched up at your hips. He bent down on his knees and you leaned your hips forward as he pressed his face into you, leaving teasing, tender kisses along the top band of your lacy underwear.

“Hold this,” he directed and you took the folded fabric of your skirt in both your hands as Alastor hooked a careful claw under your thong and pulled it down your legs. “I think a little teasing is in store for you, don’t you agree?”

You only nodded as you stepped out of your underwear and he guided one leg up onto his shoulder and felt him continue his path of kisses along the inside of your thigh and all around the outer edges of your lower lips.

Whimpering at the close contact of his lips and the heat of his breath ghosting across your moist opening, you clutched onto your skirts and ached for more.

His tongue darted out, dragging a long but feather light lick along your slit, making your hips rock as you tried to ground into him.

“So wet for me already,” he hummed and praised you with one hard suck on your clit before returning to his tongue to its torturous administrations. Slow, light, cruel strokes along your cunt that had you nearly crying out for more.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Think about me?” he asked as he slipped a single finger inside you, just past your entrance. “While dancing with others?”

His long, slender digits stroked your insides in a come hither motion, making your legs tremble in pleasure.

It wasn’t enough to let you come, just enough to keep you on the edge, begging for more, and he knew it. Alastor was going to make you work for it, make you apologize and beg for more before he let you finish.

“I came looking for you. I wanted you. I was just scared.”

“Scared?” He brought his lips back to you, swirling his tongue around your clit, giving you a small reward for your admittance of fear he clearly liked hearing about. You whined and rocked your hips into his mouth, only catching your breath enough to reply when he pulled away; only touching you with that solitary finger still inside you and stroking you along to a release it refused to give.

“You looked so angry.”

“Hmmm, your mistake,” he said and looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “Though I suppose anger and desire are cousins at times.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

He finger left you and he stood, once again towering over you.

“And how would you like to do that, darling?”

You stood on tip toe and kissed him, pulling his head down to you with one hand while the other cupped the bulge that you could now see, even in the dim light of the closet.

“How I usually apologize to you, of course,” you teased, feeling a little bolder and more relaxed now.

Those ruby eyes of his flashed brighter for a second and you got on your knees as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down with his underwear, letting his cock bob free and guided you by the back of your head onto his considerable length.

Letting your skirts drop around you, but keeping your breasts exposed for him to enjoy, you settled in before him and parted your lips for him.

You moaned as he filled up your mouth, taking him down inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat and you pulled away, leaving a tantalizing string of saliva between your lips and his throbbing tip.

Then you licked along his sides and the venous, pulsing bottom of his length, coating every bit of him until he was wet enough for you hand to pump at his base and you could focus on sucking what you could fit into your mouth easily. Keeping your own demonic teeth at bay, you worked his cock just how you knew he liked it; alternating between taking him fast and deep, and swirling, pleasant flicks of your tongue along his tip.

You performed to the very best of your abilities, meeting his gaze the entire time with the widest, most sorrowful doe eyes you could muster, until you heard the two little words you had been waiting for him to utter.

“Good girl,” he sighed as he cupped your jaw, thrusting his cock into your mouth with an appreciative slow tenderness, allowing you to do most of the work he trusted you to do so well.

You hummed in agreement and pulled your mouth away from him, though you still slowly worked your fist along his length. “I’m your good girl. Can I have my reward now?”

“And what should that reward be?” he asked, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, an innocent look on his face despite the fact that you were still stroking his cock.

You kissed his tip and then several times along his length before you looked back up at him.

“Something this big and gorgeous deserves to be ridden.”

And that was how you found yourself on the floor of the supply closet, with Alastor seated beneath you, both of you still half dressed, as you rode him just like you promised, hard enough that the door behind him kept threatening to swing open until he finally wrapped a shadow tendril around the doorknob to keep it in place.

This wasn’t the sweet and gentle lovemaking you two usually shared. And it wasn’t the forceful, urgent way he took you when his inner demons needed an outlet. This was something in between; lips lingered on skin in heated but delicate caresses, full of reverence and worship for each other. Your bodies joined and met in a harsh rhythm, creating a slapping cacophony of sinful noises that filled the room and likely could be heard if anyone else made the journey down that dark and lonely hallway.

The alcohol coursed through your veins, pushed along by your undead hearts that beat together in a rapid rhythm. Each push and pull of your blood sending more intoxicating substance to your head, and your nervous system, dulling and sharpening your senses all at once. You felt every wet slide of your depths as they clenched and ached around Alastor’s cock, heard every static filled groan and whispered filthy words of praise that spilled from his lips, and yet it took an immense amount of effort for you to finally come.

You were drenched in sweat and out of breath, your breasts heaving with your struggle for air and the desperate rocking of your body into Alastor’s.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw and you could tell he was close and fighting off his own end until you met yours.

The memory of dozens of other nights, with his essence filling you up and coating you with silken warmth sang through your thoughts, spurring you on and finally bringing you to the cliff’s edge of your pleasure.

“Come for me,” you whispered and his eyes shot open at your plea. You pressed your knees into the floor as hard as you could, impaling yourself until you took him as deeply as you possibly could. “Please, Al’.”

Begging. You were properly begging, nearly in tears at how close you suddenly were, feeling yourself already lose control of the muscles in your core as they began to tighten and spasm. “Give it to me. Please.”

He pulled you down to him and bit into the fullest pulse point of your throat, and you screamed a vibrato of ecstasy as you came together. Alastor let your blood spill down your throat and breasts, watching the trickles paint your skin a vibrant red as he twitched inside you, giving you that full and claimed feeling you had been after. As his cock softened and your movements slowed to a halt, you left him nestled in you warmth as he finally began to lick along the crimson trails until you were lapped clean. The bite mark remained, inflamed and clotting, and you arched your throat for him and he kissed along its edges. You practically purred as you laced your fingers through his hair, nestling him to you as you stroked his ears and antlers in the aftermath of your bliss.

“Oh my sweet darling, that was wonderful. Just what I needed.” He sighed and hugged you to him, reduced back to the secret devoted lover you usually had in your bed.

“Will you dance with me now?” you asked, letting your voice slip into something sugary sweet.

With a snap of his fingers, you were both standing and fully dressed. You could even fill the band of your bra digging into your ribs again and the mess between your legs was gone.

Well . . . almost gone. As you stood there, you felt the slightest of trickles leak out of you and dampen your underwear. That, and there was the lingering pang of overworked inner muscles and a rather conspicuous toothy wound on your neck.

You knew all these things were purposeful. They would be a reminder throughout the rest of the night, as Alastor showed you off to the crowd of Sinners, spinning and dipping you across the dance floor, that you were completely, unabashedly, and wholly his. And that you should never, ever, try to avoid him again.

[ananicoleta]

for anyone who wishes to know all the actors' names and who they played we have:

- top row (left to right)

Don Messick (Hamton J. Pig)

Candi Milo (Sweety Pie)

Frank Welker (Furrball Cat, Gogo Dodo, Calamity Coyote, Little Beeper, Byron Basset etc.)

Gail Matthius (Shirley the Loon)

- middle row (left to right)

Maurice LaMarche (Dizzy Devil)

Charlie Adler (Buster Bunny)

Danny Cooksey (Montana Max)

Tress MacNeille (Babs Bunny)

Joe Alaskey (Plucky Duck)

Kath Soucie (Fifi La Fume & Lil' Sneezer)

- bottom row (left to right)

Andrea Romano (voice director)

Cree Summer (Elmyra Duff & Mary Melody)

Tom Ruegger (creator of the show)

The picture below is the closest we’ll probably ever get to a cast photo for Fallout 1, it’s the voice actors for Tiny Toon Adventures (and a couple other people in the production). If you want to play a little game, see how many of the people you can recognize who went on to Fallout 1 before I tell you:

There’s five VAs in total in FO1: Frank Welker (3rd person in top row) Charlie Adler (2nd person in middle row), Tress MacNeille (4th person, middle), Kath Soucie (6th middle), and Cree Summer (2nd person in bottom row).

It always amuses me that at least half, or maybe even more of the cast of the first 2 Fallouts would be and still mostly are associated with kids cartoons, and then in Fallout they put in some of the best goddamn performances in their entire decades-long careers… but since the first 2 Fallouts are still relatively niche, it goes kind of unnoticed.

Not to diminish their work on “kids cartoons”, of course, I don’t mean to scoff at it, they can come with their own challenges! My point is the voice acting in FO1 and 2, but especially 1, is highly underrated and should be brought up more in discussions around good voice acting in games.

[pupsmailbox]

KIDCORE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　alex. andi. apple. bea. bee. berry. blu. blue. bobby. bright. bug. bun. bunette. bunny. candy. charlie. chocolate. cloudy. cocoa. cookie. dash. dot. duckie. eliza. ellie. evan. feather. fidget. flower. gabby. gummy. indie. jamie. juno. kandi. kiley. kinder. kit. kitty. lace. liam. love. luv. maddie. mae. mars. max. melon. mickey. mollie. molly. nathan. neon. newt. noah. ollie. pebble. pepper. pepsi. pop. poppy. pumpkin. pup. puzzle. rainbow. raspberry. rosy. rubix. sam. soda. strawberry. sunny. sunshine. tali. teddy. theodore. tyler. violet. wybie. zoe.

PRONOUNS ⌇　art/art. balloon/balloon. bead/bead. bright/bright. candy/candy. care/bear/carebear. cartoon/cartoon. chalk/chalk. color/color. cookie/cookie. cotton/cotton. craft/craft. crayon/crayon. cute/cute. daisy/daisy. flow/flower. flower/flower. frog/frog. gum/gum. gummy/gummy. hope/hope. hug/hug. kandi/kandi. kid/kid. love/love. neon/neon. nos/nost. nost/nostalgia. paint/paint. party/party. pas/pastel. pastel/pastel. play/play. pop/pop. puzzle/puzzle. rain/bow. rainbow/rainbow. smile/smile. soft/soft. sprinkle/sprinkle. sticker/sticker. stuffing/stuffing. stuffy/stuffy. sun/sun. sweet/sweet. toy/toy. tv/tv. viv/vivid. 🌈 . 🍫 . 🍬 . 🍭 . 🎈 . 🎉 . 🎨 . 🦄 . 🧃 . 🧩.

[realbeefman]

charlie’s sisters being sex workers who physically distanced themselves from the rest of the family and charlie being almost asexual but The One Who Stayed… [insert quote about daughters scorning their mothers even as they develop into a mirror image of them here]

[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul Halloween Special 2024

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Halloween Special

            “We’re gonna dress up as scary stuff?” Angel looked at Charlie. “You do remember we’re in Hell, right?”

            “Yeah, but you don’t have to be scary! This is for fun,” said Charlie excitedly. “We’ll listen to fun music and eat candy, and it’ll be awesome.”

            “No thanks,” said Husk. “I don’t play dress up.”

            “Come on, I swear it’ll be fun,” said Charlie. “We’ll have music and dancing and food—”

            “I’ll do it,” said Vaggie, smiling.

            Charlie smiled. “Thanks, Babe.”

            “Is Halloween good for Hazbin Hotel and reforming sinners?” said (Y/N).

            “Of course,” said Charlie. “Instead of actually being scary and horrifying, we’re good!”

            “My parents always said Halloween was satanic, so it might not be good,” said (Y/N).

            “…Kid, your parents suck,” said Angel, looking at them. First Pride, now Halloween? They really did have a strict religious upbringing. He grinned at them. “Time for you to rebel some more from them.”

            “That’s really not what we’re going for, Angel,” said Vaggie.

            “(Y/N) is stuck in bad thinking. Aren’t you supposed to help with that?” said Angel.

            “Yes!” said Charlie firmly. She grinned. “We can have a good time without being satanic or demonic or whatever, and Halloween can be fun.”

            “Of course it can be!” Alastor appeared out of nowhere. “Why, Halloween was my favorite night to strike! The fear, the screams, what a fun evening!”

            “That’s really not—”

            Alastor ignored Vaggie and looked at (Y/N). “We must get you a proper costume. I’m sure Rosie is looking to dress you up again.”

            (Y/N) brightened. They liked Rosie. “You think she would help?”

            “Of course,” said Alastor, steering (Y/N) by the shoulders towards the doors. “I’ll take you to Cannibal Town and then organize the party.”

            “Thanks for your help, Alastor!” said Charlie, grinning.

            “I still think we should be concerned that he gives (Y/N) so much attention,” said Vaggie.

            “His only friend is a cannibal. This could be good for him, being around someone sweet like (Y/N),” said Charlie.

            “Or bad for (Y/N),” said Angel. He looked at Husk. “Do you know what he wants with them?”

            “He hasn’t gone for a deal yet, so I’m not sure,” said Husk.

            “I think it’s sweet,” said Charlie.

            “Alastor is still Alastor,” said Husk firmly. “He just…”

            “He’s weird; (Y/N)’s weird; we’re all weird,” said Angel.

            Husk gestured to Angel. “Yeah, whatever, that. Who can understand it?”

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            “Everything looks so good!” said Charlie excitedly. She wore a fake mustache and a striped grey and black suit (Gomez Addams).

            “It turned out well,” agreed Vaggie, wearing a form-fitting black dress (Morticia Addams).

            Charlie grinned and hugged Vaggie. “Thanks for setting it up.” She looked at Alastor. “And thank you for the music. I wish you’d worn a costume, though.”

            “I don’t have a need to,” said Alastor with his usual grin. “Costumes are silly.”

            “Not when they make someone look this good,” said Angel, posing by the bar. He wore a playboy bunny outfit.

            “Um, Angel, this was supposed to be fun—”

            “Charlie, Halloween parties are for people to dress up sexy,” said Angel. He winked. “I’m upholdin’ tradition.”

            “He’s not wrong,” said Vaggie. She had died in the twenty-first century, and that was still true.

            “Don’t expect much from me. I just threw on what I could find,” said Husk. He had on a purple and raspberry suit with voodoo runes written on cards. Vaggie felt like he reminded her of a character from a movie in New Orleans…But she couldn’t place her finger on t.

            “Can I clean yet?” said Niffty, bouncing up and down in her French maid costume (what else would she wear?).

            “The party has barely begun,” said Charlie, smiling. “And (Y/N) isn’t here.”

            Speaking of the young demon, the front door of the hotel opened, and (Y/N) walked in. Rosie had definitely enjoyed herself dressing them up.

            They wore a red beaded dress with tassels that swished as they moved. A feather was pinned gently amongst their red rose-hair, they wore black gloves, and they had on heels. Obviously, Rosie had taken great pride in dressing them up as a 1920s flapper. (And Rosie had done it because she knew her friend would enjoy seeing his protégé in his time period’s outfit. (Y/N) was an adorable teenager, in her opinion).

            “I’m back,” said (Y/N). They smiled. “Did Rosie and I do the costume right?”

            “You look so good!” said Charlie.

            “Nice, kid,” said Angel, grinning.

            “There’s only one thing wrong with it,” said Alastor.

            Everyone looked at him. Alastor snapped his finger, and the music playing over the radio switched to proper swing music from his era.

            “A dancer should have the right music,” said Alastor. And, with his usual energy, he pulled (Y/N) onto the dancefloor.

            (Y/N) smiled widely and tried to copy his movements to learn the dances properly.

            The other residents of the hotel watched. They were back at the question at hand: was Alastor rubbing off on (Y/N) or were they rubbing off on him? This was a normal Alastor thing to do (he’d pulled Charlie into who-knew-how-many dances at this point), but it was also more…genuine, perhaps, with (Y/N).

            And (Y/N), the kid with the terrible parents who thought they were nothing more than a sinner at times, had a giant smile on their face and a growing confidence when it came to facing all those around them, no matter how powerful.

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