#charlie being confused but trying to be a good uncle

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TwiFicmas23 Day 11: Mad World

Good evening!

Today we have some of Mad World which I don't seem to have posted much of? Despite writing a decent amount of? Very strange.

This fic is based around Alice being Charlie's estranged niece, and being sent to live with Bella and Charlie to finish high school after an incident at her boarding school.

Of course, Alice's paternal extended family happens to be Romani, and of course, she gets mixed up in some very mysterious happenings that keep leading back to the Cullens and the Res.

It's a very rough draft, and I think will involve Alice thinking there's a murder mystery but instead, vampires and werewolves.

I hope you enjoy it!

You can find the first part of Mad World right here.

mad world. 

Mami is singing to me and brushing my hair out. I’m drawing, my red crayon skating over the paper. We’re ready to go - the flowers are in the kitchen sink, and I’m dressed - no more black, Mami said. Instead, my dress is dark blue with flowers all over it; Mami made it herself. She’ll put red and white ribbons in my hair, and we’ll go to the cemetery. 

“What have you drawn for your papa, angel?” Mami leans over my shoulder. 

“Me and Daddy,” I say quietly. For an eight-year-old, the drawing is good. My memory of us is clear, and I have rendered it as accurately as I am able. 

Mami frowns and takes my drawing. “It’s very good, but perhaps something happier?” she says gently. 

“Okay, Mami,” I agree, and start a new drawing of Daddy and I in Mami’s garden, smiling as Mami folds the drawing and slips it into her apron and resumes fixing my hair. 

The cemetery is within walking distance, and we find ourselves there before lunch. It’s quiet, and there are a few people around. We find Daddy easily - under the tree, where we put a bench. We are not his first visitors and Mami scowls at that. She sweeps the offerings away without care - people who never met Daddy, leaving behind little paintings, brushes and pigments, flowers and flameless candles. She arranges our flowers, props up my drawing, and then lights our candles. She holds me tight and kisses my head, and I breathe in her scent of rosewater and thyme. 

Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, my father died, and the sadness has settled into our bones, into the foundations of the house. He's never coming back.

Everyone leaves me in the end.

//

I met my cousin Isabella first thing the next morning. I had woken up in desperate need of a shower, grabbing my last clean outfit and toiletries as I stumbled out of bed - and practically ran into her on the stairs. 

She was taller than I was, with long brown hair and a few faint freckles over her nose. She wore what I was beginning to suspect was the unofficial Forks uniform of jeans, boots, and a not-inexpensive spray jacket. She definitely looked like my mom, though not as much as she did in the photos, but one thing that could be said was that she had the girl-next-door type of soft, easy prettiness.

And she did not look eager to meet me.

“Hi,” I said as brightly as I could, considering my hair was tangled, I was still filthy, and wearing a pair of ancient pajamas printed with duckies that had a rather vile but permanent blood-stain across the leg. “You must be Isabella. I’m Alice.”

“Hey,” she said, and I turned, to follow her into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry that I didn’t meet you last night, I was really tired,” I said as she moved around the kitchen to get her breakfast - she walked with a slight limp. “It’s a long way from North Carolina.” Especially when Mommy Dearest won’t spring for airfare. 

“Mmm,” Isabella said. “Charlie said you had some paperwork for school that I needed to take in?”

“Oh, sure. I’ll just grab it.” I slipped back through the house and grabbed the manila folder from my desk. I’d filled it out on the journey to Forks, and it was a little smudged and crumpled, but still perfectly legible. 

Holding out the folder to my cousin, I wondered if she’d snoop on the contents - I didn’t really want her knowing all of the stuff in the there. But then, how sneaky did you have to be to page through someone’s school enrolment paperwork?

“Thanks for taking it in for me,” I said, as Isabella slid it into her backpack. 

“No problem. Charlie had to leave early this morning, but he might come home for lunch,” she said, as she sloshed some coffee and milk into a thermos. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” I called, as she high-tailed it out of the kitchen.

So that was my cousin. 

I had other cousins, of course. Aunt Simone had five kids that I had seen during vacations with my grandmother and father in my childhood; I hadn’t really seen them often enough to be close to them. And Stephen had a brother with kids, whom I was supposed to consider my cousins. We had seen them too often for my comfort. 

And Isabella. Isabella who either looked too hard or away from me; who didn’t like me, who was so uncomfortable with my presence, and who wore my mom’s face.  

Seventeen months, twenty-nine days. 

Isabella and I would be the best of friends, it would just take time.

It was going to be fine.

//

Uncle Charlie and Isabella got home together, just after six. I was going a bit stir-crazy - the rain put me off going outside, and I still felt a little uncomfortable outside of my own bedroom. I had cleaned up the kitchen and bathroom, done a load of household laundry to help out, and contemplated making a batch of brownies, but Charlie’s oven and stove were on the older side, and the whirring and rattling when I touched the knobs had put me off baking anything. 

I tried to chat with Isabella and Charlie before dinner, but Charlie seemed eager to watch TV with a beer. Bella was absorbed in cooking dinner - and had been completely unimpressed when I admitted that I wasn’t much of a cook. 

“I was in a dorm, and outside of home-ec classes, there weren’t any opportunities to really cook,” I said hurriedly, but I was slightly annoyed - other than the bread and peanut butter I had been sustaining on, there hadn’t been any food in the house I could have used to prepare dinner. Isabella had brought some groceries home with her.

“The stuff you learned in home-ec should be fine,” she said, putting spaghetti into bowls. “And, um, call me Bella.”

I shrugged. “Okay, Bella. And if you and Charlie aren’t picky, I’m happy to practice,” I said, unconsciously rubbing my arm, and mentally skimming the few basic recipes I’d learned at school. Most of the cooking had been camp-style basics that were just varying combinations of food plus fire. Now, if she wanted me to roll a cigarette or pick a lock, then I could have been useful. 

“We can talk about it later,” Bella said, handing me a bowl, and picking up two others.

Bella seemed completely disinterested in my presence as we sat down to dinner. Uncle Charlie was exhausted, and made a point of loudly praising the chicken and broccoli alfredo Bella had made, but ate it mechanically. Neither of them made conversation, so I gave up, nibbling at the food, and volunteering to clean up. After dinner, Charlie did take the time to show me the chest freezer in the screened porch, disguised by a blanket and stack of old board games. 

It was packed with a fairly obscene amount of fish, and vegetables, with a few TV-dinners packed in the corner, as well as a couple of loaves of bread.

“We don’t eat anything fancy,” Charlie said, as I helped him pack some of the groceries into it. “Bells has some cook books if you want to learn. You don’t have any allergies?”

I shook my head. “Nope,” I said. “I just hate mac and cheese.”

Charlie smiled at me. “Yeah, I never liked the stuff either.”

I followed him back into the living room, where he handed me a set of house keys. 

“Good luck at school tomorrow,” he said, as I stuffed the keys into the pocket of my sweatpants. “Bells will give you a lift.”

“Thanks Uncle Charlie,” I replied. “It will be nice to be back at a normal school.”

Charlie chuckled and wandered off towards the television. I slipped back into my bedroom, pulling my cell phone out and jabbing in the number I knew by heart.

“Hullo?” My mami’s voice filled my ear, weaker than I remembered, but with her odd accent that was a little bit French, a little bit Canadian, and a little bit of the old country. 

“It’s Alice, Mami,” I said, lying down on my bed. 

“Oh, my Alice,” she cooed in my ear, pronouncing it the Italian way. “Sweetheart, are you okay?

“Yes, Mami. I’m in Washington, with my Uncle Charlie,” I said.

My grandmother Miriana was living in a care home in Florida, with my grandfather Thomas, and nearby my Auntie Tate, and my aunt Nicolette. I hated how far apart we were - I missed our little house with the crazy garden, I missed her standing in the kitchen, feeding the birds on the window sill, her strange amulets hanging from door frames and windowsills. 

“Charlie?” Mami said sharply. 

“Mom’s brother,” I said, calmly. “He’s a police officer.”

“Pfft!” I heard Mami spit. “You call me if he doesn’t treat you well, understand?” As if she could do anything to help me - custody had reverted to my mom, and Mami wasn’t strong anymore. But it still felt nice, hearing that declaration of protection. 

“Yes, Mami. But how are you and Grandpa?” I closed my eyes; I could almost smell her homemade hand cream, fell her hands braiding my hair. God, I missed her. 

“Good. Nicolette brought the children to see us,” Mami’s voice tapered off. 

“That’s good, you always wanted to see more of them,” I said encouragingly. 

“Yes,” Mami sounded distracted. “You should call Tate.”

“I will tomorrow,” I said. “After school, so I can tell her all about school. They won’t let her talk on the phone this late.”

“Yes. She will like that very much,” Mami’s sounded dreamy, but on the phone I couldn’t tell if it was the stroke damage, or just Mami being Mami. “Always put love out there, Alice. Even if it doesn’t seem like it, it will come around back to you. Remember that, Alice.”

“I will,” I said.

“Write it down,” Mami said sternly, before falling silent.

“I have to go now, Mami,” I said, after waiting a minute. Her mind was going - Grandpa had dementia, I knew the signs. “I’ll send you a letter, okay?”

“Draw me all the pictures, little one,” Mami said vaguely. “Sleep deeply.”

“You too. I love you,” I said, as Mami hung up. I missed her like crazy, but not like this. I missed my old, half-crazy grandmother, who taught me to read tarot and told me stories from the old country. Now, she felt like a ghost of her old self. 

My little bed was very comfortable, and I curled into a little ball, opening up the old photos I had saved on my phone, of Mami and me when I was little. I wish...

I wished for a lot of things, all of them utterly impossible, and thinking about them just made me sadder.

//

Jasper Hale had, in the period of forty minutes, deeply endeared both himself and the town of Forks to me.

My shoulders were pressed against a low-hanging branch, whilst I perched on the edge of a boulder, my legs hooked over both his hips. One of his hands was sliding up the back of my shirt, and the other one was sliding under my skirt. His mouth grazed my throat, and I giggled, twisting my fingers in his hair. 

“Is this weird?” I asked, as he pulled away, his eyes dark. “We’ve just met.”

Jasper chuckled, and the hand gripping my thigh slid up further. 

“It’s just,” I said, my voice wavering, “I don’t want to you think that I am … the kind of girl that does this… with the first boy who smiles at her…” I was very much regretting not taking Jasper back to the Swan house, though I’m sure my bed there would have collapsed with the weight of both of us on it. 

Jasper pulled back and stared at me. Actually considered me, like a painting on a wall. The hand resting on my back came up, and traced my face. 

“No. No, I would not,” Jasper said softly. “I don’t do this sort of thing either. It’s … out of character, that’s for sure. I didn’t think… I think we both took a chance on each other. A meeting of the minds, I suppose.”

“Amongst other parts,” I said with a grin, and he chuckled. 

“My brothers are always telling me to be more spontaneous,” he murmured, leaning back towards me, and I smiled, pulling him closer towards me.

//

I stumbled home after dark - both Jasper and I had lost track of time, defiling each other. Most tragically, neither of us had anticipated exactly how the day would end, and even a boy that looked like Jasper Hale wasn’t convincing me to do anything without a condom. A problem I planned to rectify the next day at Forks’ only drug store. God, wouldn’t that be a treat for the gossips - ‘Chief Swan’s estranged niece, Annette’s girl, was buying contraceptives a week after she arrived in town!'

The knees of my tights, and the back of my skirt were filthy, as I clattered in the front door to find Bella setting the table, and Charlie watching TV with a beer. Ignoring Bella’s accusatory look with a breezy greeting, I dashed into my bedroom to get changed. I still had a mountain of homework, and I was desperate for a shower. 

//

I managed to wake up before my alarm the next morning, more antsy than sleep-deprived. I wanted to look good today, in case Jasper was having second thoughts. But not like I had put in any effort at all. I had one v-neck sweater, in a fantastic blood red colour that made my boobs look more impressive, and a brand new pair of jeans. I ended up wrestling with my hair longer than was appropriate, and decided against a full face of make-up, and just added eye-liner and lipstick. 

The result was… acceptable. It was a lot less interesting than I normally would have opted for, but I almost looked cute. 

I’d spent far too long, the previous night, contemplating suggestions for the weekend - he had both a car and a driver’s license, so I was thinking the safest option was a movie and dinner. Or we could skip right to dessert, I didn’t mind. 

I had to remember to double-check with Uncle Charlie to see if I had a curfew. 

Bella had already left by the time I sloshed some coffee into a thermos cup; luckily, a bus ran right past the corner, and dropped me off close to school. I really had to get some driver’s ed classes. 

I didn’t see the Cullens - or Bella - until after the bell rang. Spotting them in the hallway, I smiled and straightened up, ready to snag Jasper away from the rest of his weird family. 

“Hey,” I began with a smile on my face, but I already knew. The stoic expressions, the sneer on Rosalie's face, the vaguely disgusted look on Edward’s, and the fact that Jasper was staring dead-ahead, even turning his head away from me.  

The Cullens and Bella pushed past without even acknowledging me. 

For a second, it was like I was outside of reality. That this wasn’t happening to me. 

And then I was back, watching them walk away. 

I would have thought Jasper was better than that. To blow me off, after we… after everything he said to me…

Steeling myself, I turned around and headed to my first class, trying to get my heart to stop thundering in my chest. This wasn’t new. I hadn’t had any friends at my old school either. Friends were something other people had, and I was fine on my own. Boyfriends were useless, too, unless you needed protection.

I had to focus on what I did have, not what I didn’t have or need: I was out of North Carolina, I was out of my mother’s house, and I had a year until graduation.  

Whatever. Rolling my eyes, I kept walking. Friends were something other people had, and I was fine on my own. I was out of North Carolina, I wasn’t living with my mother, and I was nearly done with high school. 

It still hurt.

//

Uncle Charlie came out to the back porch after dinner. Bella had made lasagna, and conversation had been stilted - obviously whatever Bella thought she knew about Jasper Hale and I had earned me the silent treatment. Or as close as she could get without Uncle Charlie realising. 

I’d finished my homework, and come out to sketch, which had gravitated from my sketchbook to doodling a new tattoo on my thigh, over the top of one of my last uncovered scars.  

“How’s it going, kid?” he asked, leaning against the railing.

“It’s going pretty well, Uncle Charlie,” I said, looking up from where I was shading the sun.

“How’s school? Making friends?”

No, but I am fucking douchebags in the woods. “Not so much,” I said honestly, capping my pen. “But I don’t really make friends well.”

“Bells can introduce you around. She knows some good kids,” Charlie said, taking a swig from his beer.

“Nah, I don’t want to cramp her style,” I smiled brightly, imagining what Bella would say if I made such a suggestion. “We already have to live together.”

Charlie didn’t reply, just watched as I sketched the tree of life onto my leg. I liked it better than the sun. 

“You need anything, you just have to say something, okay Alice?” Charlie looked serious. 

I nodded. “Thanks Uncle Charlie. Really. You didn’t have to take me in and I just wanted to let you know that I’m grateful,” I said quietly. 

“Of course. You’re family,” Uncle Charlie studied me. “Your mom didn’t mentioned much about your dad or family…”

I looked back down at my pen-drawn tattoo. “Dad died when I was a kid, after he and mom split up,” I said, adding a few more leaves. “I stayed with my grandmother for awhile, but she had to go into a home. That’s when I moved back with Mom.”

“I never met your dad,” Uncle Charlie sounded genial, but he was a cop. He’d know how to get kids to talk. “He came after your mom left Forks.”

I nodded - that wasn’t a surprise. Mom never really spoke about her life before she left the Swans - she always spoke of her family as if she wasn’t apart of them - and she certainly never would have tolerated a tag-along boyfriend, someone who knew her ‘before’. 

“Dad was great,” I said softly. “He lived with my grandmother, Miriana. They were the best.”

“You miss them a lot, huh,” Charlie said as he finished his beer.

“More than a lot. Dad dying was like my world ended,” I said, staring off into space. “But Mami was there and made things better. Then she had a stroke and Aunt Nico put her in a home. In Florida.” It did make sense - my grandfather was in the same home already, and Aunt Nic lived in Florida with her family. It still broke my heart. 

“So, your dad’s side of the family was just his parents and a sister?” Charlie asked. 

“Hmm? No, he has three sisters. Nicolette, Simone and Tate. But none of them could take me in,” I said. “Nic’s got five kids - one who has major special needs; Simone lives on a weird commune in California that I’m 99% sure is just an elaborate weed farm, and Tate lives in a care facility. Plus Mom has no way of contacting them.” Well, she’d been conspiring with Nico for years, but had never admitted to it. 

“I wasn’t criticizing, Alice. I’m glad to have you. I was just wondering who’d been looking after you all these years,” Charlie really was very kind. 

“I look after myself,” I said staunchly. “And Mami did fine right up until the stroke. She cooked and cleaned and took care of me. And she had Tate in a residential care place nearby for years. We’d visit her once a week and at Christmas. When Mami moved, Nic moved Tate as well.”

It was hard to explain my father’s side of the family. Mami had come from a huge Romani family, and had scandalised everyone when she ran off with a French-Canadian college student in her youth. Grandpa Thomas had always had an amused sort of tolerance for Mami and her beliefs. He had loved his family, loved her traditions even when he couldn’t understand them, and fiercely protected all of us from bigotry, with his words, his fists, and his nice, plain surname.

Dad had met Mom in Biloxi, and that’s where I’d spent my first three years of life. I didn’t really know much more than that; Mom had rarely mentioned Dad, and when she did, it was mostly to insult him. I just know Dad had hated Biloxi and when the marriage was over, he took me with him when he went home.

//

The art teacher’s slide show was never-ending, and I needed it to end. But the last slide was the worst. Dad’s portrait, looking thin and haunted, along with his last painting.

“Nico Brandon committed suicide July 11th that year, at the age of 34,” my art teacher droned on. “It is generally accepted that the suicide was planned in great detail, as the final act itself completed his final painting - according to his agent, one of the few people to see that painting in person.”

Maxine. I had loathed her. 

“How did killing himself finish the painting?” Ashley asked, confused. 

“Brandon shot himself in the head,” Ms Cage said. “The blood and matter transferred to the canvas behind him.”

I was 7. I had escaped Mami’s eye for a minute and slipped out to the studio to see him. He was sitting on a stool in front of the canvas - the Big One, he called it. 

The gun was already in his mouth.

His finger on the trigger. 

“Daddy?” I asked, confused, but his finger was already closing over the trigger, his blue eyes on mine.

Bang.

“… no, the painting has never been displayed,” Ms Cage said patiently. 

“So gross,” someone said.

Bang.

I didn’t scream.

Mami did, when she found me.

Maxine wailed. 

“Alice?” I looked over at Angela beside me. She looked worried. “Are you okay?”

I was crying, I realised, in the middle of class.

The teacher had spotted me, and looked concerned. It would take her another few moments to realise she’d just presented a lecture on my father’s suicide. It was no secret that it had been his daughter that had found him. 

Everyone still thought of me as Annie Swan’s daughter. 

The whole class was staring at me now, and Angela pressed a tissue into my hand. 

I opened my mouth to tell Ms Cage I was going to the nurse, but instead, my traitorous mouth said, “We didn’t know he had the gun.”

Ms Cage looked confused, then horrified, going white and then red. 

“M-Ms Weber, can you take her to the nurse?”

//

The thing with living in such close quarters in the middle of puberty is that affection burned fast and hard. I'd had boyfriends - and a girlfriend - at school, and none of them lingered in my mind fondly.

Hearing Charlie rant about some poor girl’s injuries from her boyfriend made me feel… antsy. Irritable. And kind of amused she’d made such a fuss. 

“If anyone ever lifts a hand to you girls…” Charlie shook his head. I snorted.

“It’s okay Uncle Charlie,” I said, “I wouldn’t even bother mentioning it to him, let alone get the police involved.”

Charlie’s knife scraped against his plate, and he was staring at me. 

“Alice, if a boy so much as looks at you funny, I want you to tell me,” Charlie said slowly. “If anyone tries to hit you, I want you to call 911 immediately. Boys aren’t supposed to hurt you.”

I wanted to laugh. That’s all boys did. Dad swallowed a bullet in front of me; my stepfather had hit me; the school director admitted me to that hellhole; the faceless boys who stalked me at school...

And Jasper Hale had ghosted me.

All boys ever did was hurt me. Uncle Charlie hadn’t yet, but I hadn’t known him very long; he still had a year and a half to prove my hypothesis.

Of course, girls hadn’t exactly been kind to me either. Maybe it wasn’t them, maybe it was just me.

“I just don’t like a lot of fuss,” I managed, but Bella and Charlie exchanged looks. 

//

Jasper didn't look amused as he took a seat beside me in History. The junior class wasn't big enough to avoid someone forever - this moment was inevitable.

"Alice..." Jasper began stiffly, and I shook my head.

"We have four weeks to get this paper done. I vote we do it fast and then pretend it never happened," I said without looking up, my fingers twisting through one of my necklaces - a saint's medallion that my Catholic grandfather had given me. Hopefully, it was the patron saint of avoiding awkward moments. "You don't even have to talk to me in school - we can do it all over email or in class."

Jasper stared at me and for a moment, I felt sad. Disappointed and almost oddly longing. And then it passed and he nodded.

"That's probably best," he said finally and pushed his notebook closer, offering me a pen. "Your email?"

I scrawled my details down, ignoring the way he watched me, his eyes darting when the tattoo on my arm was revealed. He'd seen it before, and the others, when I'd started school.

The bell rang and I nearly threw the pen down in my haste to leave.

If Jasper hadn't wanted to be with me, we could have just been friends. I would have liked a friend.

It didn't matter; the school year was almost over. I probably wouldn't cross paths with Jasper much after this. Mom had already informed me that I was being sent to some summer camp to get me out of Uncle Charlie's hair; and what were the odds that one of the amazing Cullens and I would share senior year classes? They were all outstanding students, and I was just happy to be graduating on time.

//

The next day, when I get my laundry in, I find the red hair again - long, curly strands tangled around the branches of the tree near the clothesline at the back of the property. It was so odd, and I wondered if it wasn't the wolves howling that was keeping me awake, but whatever weirdo was prowling around the Swan backyard late at night.

I needed to mention it to Uncle Charlie or Bella. It just seemed so silly. None of my clothing or underwear was missing, I just kept finding the strands of hair.

Maybe there were campers or something nearby. Or the wind was blowing hair from the salon dumpster around town. It sounded dumb but a lot less ridiculous than the idea that someone was so fixated on the Swans that they were hiding in the trees.

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Hey there, fellow writer! How are you doing? :) I just wanted to request a platonic Angel Dust x Nephew (or Niece) reader who is the son/daughter of Molly from when they were alive. Angel hadn’t really got to know them as he had died when they were little, so now that he's reconnected with them in hell, he's trying to bond with his niece/nephew as they are older now

Oh, Hello, fellow writer! I have returned from being dead and this is quite fun! Awww. Another Angel request and of course, it’s hella wholesome. I love it! Can do so! Have a great day, loves!

Angel Dust- Little Spiderling

You know, right away, Angel drags you back to the Hotel when he finds out you’re his niece/nephew by pure accident. You aren’t the little one he remembered once seeing his beloved Molly having but you’re still a minor, not eighteen yet! So, he must protect you! And he will!

Angel has a barely functional life down here and is really struggling through it but the one thing he knows how to do is express his love for people so he does it a lot to you

He tries SO hard to let his walls down to bond with you, to let you know you matter to him and he won’t shut you out. You are really the only person he doesn’t act like a sarcastic prick to but he will not tell you his problems since you’re his family, not his therapist

He really wishes he got to know you when you were both alive, he was so wrapped up in his own life, he didn’t acknowledge you. He barely remembered your name and he is clueless on what you like so he just tries to bond with you by trying to seem like that ‘cool Uncle’

Angel asks for advice all the time. He asks Husk, Charlie, even Vaggie. Advice for how he can try bond with you better and how to talk to you better. He already became your guardian… at his own word, so he needs to know how to connect with you

Angel often gets you gifts, it’s how he sees making you happy with him. Like, he’ll buy something whilst he’s out than he’ll offer it to you when he’s back at the Hotel, smiling so nervously and hoping you’ll like it. He is that one awkward but loving Uncle!

Angel basically dies again, of pure joy, when you express love or appreciation. He already has so much guilt for how little he knows you and how little he paid attention to you back on Earth but now, he wants to try again and he really wants to rekindle so he believes all his effort is always rewarded with the way you smile at him and say ‘thank you’ or ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m glad you want to join’

Angel is also that uncle who goes ‘aww, you’re so pretty. I remember when you were so little! Now, you’re big!’. If he had pictures of you, he’d be admiring them whilst crying

Angel does seem like a selfish man but he’s really only selfish with… everybody else. When it comes to you, he spoils you. He kinds parents you. He doesn’t know how to tell you your mom’s in Heaven so he distracts you with other stuff and he even shows off his beloved Fat Nuggets, to make you smile

Angel has a habit of picking you up, since he is much taller than you, and putting you on his back when it is time to go. He only does this when you escape the Hotel or leave against his wishes, and he can always keep his eyes on you this way

He also puts you on his back if you’re tired or want a nap or even miss him. You weigh nothing to him, and he can handle it well

Angel also loves taking you out to shopping trips with him and Cherri. He loves dressing you up in feminine/masculine clothing and praises you so you feel confident. You look great, and in-fact, he’ll buy that outfit so he can see you in it again and boost you up like a good Uncle does!

Angel actually trusts Cherri with you. He is very protective over you so really, only Charlie and Cherri have the permission to take care of you when he is busy

Sinners often confuse you for Angel’s son/daughter, mainly for the way he treats you, and even Valentino has called you ‘Angel’s kid’ before but he doesn’t take that shit from anybody and sets it straight. You’re his beloved sister’s baby and whilst he loves you, he’d never act as if he is your parent. He is your guardian, get it right

Angel teaches you how to cook the meals of the family. He loves cooking and he’s happy to be a mentor so he’ll ensure you know how to take care of yourself if you’re ever without him and know how to whip up a fine Italian cuisine. Cooking together is one of his personal made bonding methods

As well as baking. Angel knows you like baking so he tries to bake with you. Four arms are very useful and yes, he messes up a lot but the way you laugh at his attempt makes it feel like his eggy crispy frosting mess of a cake was totally worth it. You’re growing to like him more and not be annoyed with the fact he didn’t really care for you much in your past life

I will say now. Angel apologises a lot for the past but you take it maturely and understand his point of view. Though, your acceptance doesn’t remove Angel’s guilt and he takes a long time to feel better about himself, even when you two grow closer and you become more and more fine with him being your guardian

Angel doesn’t understand why he didn’t acknowledge you all those years ago… you’re so cute. What is there to not like?

Angel always sees his twin sister in you. You even look like her, so it means you look… more than a bit like Angel too, and he’s glad. It reminds him that he’ll always have a piece of his beloved sister with him as well as a family member who doesn’t dislike him

Angel’s kinda clingy, straight up. He cries whenever you do something he considers ‘cute’ and mews and calls you ‘Spiderling’ whilst hugging you. Angel is also THAT type of Uncle but it’s pretty cute how attached to you he is

Once more, he does get jealous of Arckaniss. He wants to be your favourite! Not his older brother so he sweeps in and steals you away from when you were talking to Arckaniss too much for his comfort. He is soooooo much better!

Really. Angel, in this entire situation with you, is trying and always trying. He tries to be the best guardian for you, he tries to be the best best friend for you, he tries to be the coolest best uncle for you! He tries and he hopes it works

He is actually fine with you calling him ‘Anthony’ over ‘Angel Dust’ and to make it fair, he calls you your real name over your demon name too!

“Spiderling? Hey! Hey! You’ve been out all day! How come? I thought you liked our shopping trip together! I’m your coolest uncle, aren’t I? You liked that scarf I got you! Should I get another? Yeah? Yeah? What do you think?”

[nunalastor]

I have been struck by an idea for Angel Alastor AU

*Alastor's POV*

A couple months into his stay in Hell Alastor finds and figures out how deals work, as well as their roll they play in maintaining this realm. He is excited to try it out and finds out he is really good at it. BUT!! After awhile the people he takes under his care collapse into shows of light. He doesn't get it. What is he doing wrong! the only 2 thralls not leaving are Nifty and husker.

Let's see he takes in children and women who did what they had to do to survive. Check! Give them free housing in the forest he grew with his magic. Check!! Employ the women as either teachers/caretakers for the kids or writers for his radio shows. CHECK!!! Basically build and maintain a self sufficient community that doesn't have to worry about the stress of hell while he get to have his fun. Check fucking CHECK!!!!

No matter how many years pass in hell it keeps happening. It's confusing but that's ok, he only did it because all the most respected Overlords of hell run and maintain communities. His new bestie Rosie, Carmillia, Missi Zilla, Zestial and even that pathetic picture Box that got a lucky hit to his forehead with an angelic dagger ( thankfully Alastor bashed vox's face in before he could back up the memory) has one. Well the Princess is opening a hotel i hopes of rehabilitating sinners should be fun. He just hopes that the letters he wrote for Guy, Emily and his Mom and that they forgive him for his selfish acts.

*Heaven's/Micheal's POV*

It has been years since the one so loved by Heaven went missing because of Adam's carelessness when something miraculous starts happening. The souls of women and children damned to Hell start appearing before the high Seraphim Sera. Despite all the struggles the souls went through and endured, they had one thing in common.

Alastor

When Micheal is filled in on what's happening he doesn't rushes to the observation orb within Heavens Court house. With the help of the very souls Alastor redeemed he lays eyes upon his beloved for the first time in years. The sight is both comforting and devastating as Micheal watches Alastor rub at a nasty scar along his temple.

Of course. Everything makes sense now. His beloved wouldn't abandon everyone he loves on a whim. He didn't know it was possible for the love he has held for his deer to grow deeper because even when trapped in hell under the delusion that they're a demon Al still went out of his way to help others. After many apology's to Guy, Emily and Al's Mom for the deceit Sera decides the best course of action going forward is to call a meeting with Lucifer.....OH, Lucifer sent his daughter in his place. WAIT! She's starting up a redemption project that's perfect we can give her support through the search party now led by a talented exorcist by the name of Vagatha And his beloved's best friend Guy who's a detective turned therapist.

Charlie: "wait uncle, you know redemption is possible?"

Micheal: "Well yes, but not how because my boyfriend the saint who figured out how to do so, got trapped in Hell due to a tragic mistake some years ago suffering a horrible head wound. We were finally able to find him but we don't know how much he truly remembers."

*Lilith POV*

Lilith who has spent the last couple of years getting faded off champagne on a beach: "I feel like i'm forgetting something important" -the unopened letters Alastor asked her to deliver sitting at the bottom of her luggage- "If i can't remember, probably not a big deal."

-sleep deprived Anon-

P.S. the thought of Alastor finally finding joy in his after life only to have it be ripped out from under him because he is unintentionally being really helpful is funny and the growing unhinged perspective of Micheal as he searches for his beloved, is absolutely delightful for me

P.S.S. I had to write this down twice so it's a lot longer than it was originally so here's this wall of text-sorry not sorry

👀

[the0retically]

Wonderlust #1: One Man’s Trash:

Thoughts below! :)

- The intro is so cool I love this

- The different camera angels??? Holy shit??

- Oh god the voice Charlie is already doing, can’t wait for this character to destroy me emotionally

- This combat is insane oh my god??

- Troy’s dad?? Who is that

- Condi just on the other side is so funny to me like hi Canada man

- Charlie is just truly spitballing and has no thoughts behind it love it

- TROY IS JUST DOWN??

- Damn poor Troy lost the big race

- One more race!

- God Troy is such a jock I love him

- “Thanks to your father” oh?? Hmmm

- He has a fountain and it has the only running water that is Very sus

- Troy has a concussion????? Also may seems sweet and Troy is just so—love him

- Love the repeated “Troy math Troy math”

- Please he’s trying so hard to be cool and prove himself

- “My dad is gonna turn you into a clock?” HUH???

- Poor bizly this npc is cool and Charlie is making him just buzz

- He’s crying :(

- May??

- He lost his sled??

- OH THE MUSIC SLAPS

- THE ART!!!!!

- THIS IS SO COOL

- The green screen change!!

- Bizly is so good at descriptions I love his style of dming

- RUNT!!!!

- Oh I love runt so much

- :((((((( the street rats :(((((( I love them

- :( a match lights the dark room I MISS RIPTIDE

- I love uncle threestrings oh my god he’s so cool

- If anything happens to him I’m going to cry

- Also…….runt…??? You’re sick, you ok?

- Runt are you my chronic pain/chronic illness Queen?

- “Use this on your knee twice a day!” UNCLE THREESTRINGS WITH KNEE PAIN !!!!!

- Also love his singing it’s so fun

- This tunnel is cool heist time

- Oof runt is getting pinched to death, girl??

- Runt took it apart!! Love her little artificer girl!

- :(((((( she sees the stars and the moon

- The music is so cool I love this

- “Nothing else you’re just gonna open the door?” BIZLY NO RUNTS CURIOUS

- Uh oh, three loud bangs

- Oh doppler was taken, yikes I don’t think anyone but runt is getting out of this

- Please it’s not even roll initiative it’s just roll to run away

- Runt :(((((

- Tell her what? ………..if they lose people they don’t go after them? Oh god

- Interestingggggggg runt isn’t telling them about the crystal

- OH THE VIBE CHANGE??? Uncle T please there was a tragedy and you’re just playing your banjo

- God runt is just a kid

- Grizz and Bizly laughing about the big circle in the sky and being confused on who put it there please that’s so funny

- PINCH????? HES BACK?

- Runt isn’t allowed back up there :(

- She was just curious :( give her another chance!! :((((( runt

- oh, she can’t even go there to say hi and show stuff, runt :(((((( my sweet girl I’m so sorry

- “Dude he gets so hyped about the cups” YAY!!!!

- Yeah at least Runt didn’t shit her pants

- Aim sees the rock? Hmmm, runt didn’t you want that to be secret

- …………does this belong to Blink?

- CONDI TIME!!!!! BLINK!!!!!!!!

- I love his design so much

- Gotta love the belts, true Condi design!!!!

- The vixens??

- “She’s looking for you” “aeon’s always looking for me” OH????

- God gram-gram just stealing the box from blink, please??

- PLEASE???? She just makes him do side quests????? That’s so funny

- BIZLYS FACE BROKE ME “if I was reasonable person I would never” “but you will :D cause you’re not reasonable are you!” Just the soft smile, it’s so funny to me

- Please granny trying so hard to make blink and aeon friends again AHHHHH AEON’S HERE

- “An iron fist huh? Actually it’s leather, gets the job done” AHHHH HELLO??

- HELLO AEON! She’s so pretty!!

- “Was it the street rats?” “Shut your fucking mouth!” PLEASE

- :((((( blink doesn’t have a house

- “What do I get out of this” “a warm feeling in your heart?” This is such a cool dynamic I love this

- Oh god she punches Blink??

- WAIT TROY!!!!!! HES HERE AND JUST WANDERING AROUND??????

- The art!!!!! Troy just chasing Blink????? Oh my god??? “Don’t play hard to get with me, I’ll fucking catch you!” WHAT?

- He just sleds after him oh my god??????

- “What is your costume made out of” TROY PLEASE????

- “There’s no need to be such a freak” TROY?????

- He thinks it’s a convention??????

- “Is that like a slur?” TROY OH MY GOD?????

- Not Troy telling Blink that they need a hole to throw their trash down???? Oh my god??? That’s crazy

- “I don’t know I’m not supposed to tell you!” Troy?? What do you mean by that?

- Troy with a concussion!!!!! He’s just like me!! “I’ll protect a worse one and that’ll undo it” I��

- Troy just thinking that Blink is in character is so funny

- “Dude hey, you look stressed” Troy please??

- “No one’s chasing you, no one’s sticking with you because they may have ulterior motives!” Troy, baby boy, you’re dumb

- Ok so Troy may have already been with the vixens?? Or it’s something else I don’t know? Or it’s just him wanting to get back up

- The imagery is so clear I love it I can see these characters and where they are

- Please they just made up random ass names for themselves

- Troy my guy be better

- “I will crush 30 of these I won’t even blink…oh sorry” TROY OH MY GOD

- Environmentalist activist blink! Let’s go!

- “I’m gonna be Frank” “WHO THE FUCK IS FRANK?” Oh my god

- PLEASE TROY IS SO FUNNY???? He’s a jock that just is so incredibly dumb

- Oop Troy with daddy issues

- I—Charlie is just so lost in Troy right now

- “You know sometimes I think about guys!” TROY????

- Troy stop talking pleaseeeee

- Oh god blink just running away with troy

- Bizly is rolling so badly this session oh my god

- “A blunt arrow comes whizzing by your head” “a blunt what? I smoke it” HUH?

- How are they even doing this??

- “You definitely don’t make it 30 feet up” “well to me it feels like that!”

- “I lost this cast iron a couple years ago” TROY?????

- A NAT 1 AND A NAT 20 OH MY GOD????

- Graphite seems cool!

- Troy peak adhd boy, love him

- “You just say things don’t you?” “….Troy”

- I miss runt

- RUNT!!! SHES WATCHING THEM

- ohhhhh blink was in the apothecary before

- She’s been tailing them!!

- THIS WAS SO COOL!!!! I LOVED IT!!! IT WAS SO GOOD

[honkytonk-hangman]

Goodness! Gracious!

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: You wouldn't say you were trying to give your 'Uncle' Mav a taste of his own medicine, after all, it was him who introduced you to Rooster in the first place, but you weren't exactly trying to spare the man, either.

Notes: Reader is named Grace for ease of writing, and is Charlie Blackwood's daughter. I headcanon Charlie as a lesbian like her actress, but have not described reader with any traits aside curly hair. this is just a little thing that has been on my mind, idk yet if i'll write more, but let me know!

I would love to hear any feedback!!! <3

Masterlist

“Hello? Anyone home?” you call out, slipping your sunglasses off to better see inside the slightly dishevelled space in front of you, also taking a moment to remove the scarf from your head, and place both items in your purse. A sound that could only belong to a heavy tool as it clatters to the ground somewhere further inside the building, followed by a sharp scraping noise on the bare concrete flooring, like a stool being kicked out of place hurriedly at the sudden appearance of visitors. You straighten up, giving your head a much-practised gentle little shake that you know  tousles your curls perfectly every time.

You take a few steps further into the open hangar bay door, the soft echo of the approaching footsteps making you turn, and you can’t stop yourself from grinning with genuinely excitement at the sight of the man who steps out from behind one of several tall crates, looking around curiously as he wipes an already blackened cloth over his hands, however he falters when he spots you, the rag quickly tossed to the nearest surface as his own face lights up in a wide smile.

“Grace?!” Maverick exclaims in a mixture of surprise and disbelief, not only at your impromptu stop by at his Hangar, but at your presence on the West Coast as a whole. Regardless of any confusion though, he hurries toward you, wrapping you up in a warm hug that you more than happily return, holding onto Mav tightly for a few seconds before you break away again.

“What are you doing here?” Mav asks, his hands holding your shoulders now as if he was getting a good look at you for the first time in years, despite the fact that you were in regular contact. “I thought your Mom said something about you being North of the border until after Christmas!?” he goes on to add, his brows furrowing in concern. You roll your eyes playfully, and flick your hair.

“How that woman works for the bloody Pentagon mystifies me sometimes,” you chortle, and shake your head again. “No, I was asked to take the lead on a project up at the headquarters in Canada, but… I… I actually quit,” you reveal the truth like ripping a bandaid off, although you know telling Maverick the news was never going to be the hardest part.

His face converts briefly into shock before it deepens once more into concerns, his hands squeeze your shoulders firmly, and he takes half a step closer to you as if to conceal your conversation from the prying ears of his various boxes and crates.

“What happened, are you alright?” he sounds a little flustered as he asks, unsure what to even begin asking, but you quickly raise a hand to rest on one of his own outstretched ones and give it a warm pat and a reassuring smile.

“Everything’s fine, Mav, I know it’s kinda outta the blue, but it’s not for any bad reason…” you trail off realising although Maverick was the easier person to admit your truth to, explaining the whys seemed to suddenly become much harder.

Maverick nods carefully, but adjusts his tone and expression to match your own calm. You shrug, briefly looking away from him and toward the Cessna you can now see is tucked toward the back of the left side of the hangar. You squint at it, but force yourself to look back at Mav before speaking again.

“I don’t know how to explain it to you, or mom. I just realised I wasn’t happy anymore…” you swallow shakily and shrug your shoulders as best you can with Mav’s hands still holding them. You see his eyes searching your features but something very quickly in his demeanour relents and he softens.

“Hey, you don’t need to explain anything. Knowing that you weren’t happy is more than enough for me,” he tells you, and it’s almost embarrassing how immediately your heart becomes lighter.

“All my life I never had to worry about what I was going to do,”

“Your mom’s used to love it when you’d get asked what you wanted to be when you got older, and you’d confidently shout ‘Aeronautical Engineer’.” Mav chuckles warmly, and you can;t help but share his smile.

“Except for that one year-long period I wanted to be a Naval Aviator, like you,” you remind him, making him nod in vague remembrance.

“Remind me, was it the Cessna 172 flight I took you on that changed your mind?” he asks, earning an immediate embarrassed groan from you.

“God, you’d think at sixteen I’d have given more thought to what flying was actually like…” you roll your eyes, but you both share another laugh at the memory of you begging Mav not to tell your Mom’s how much you’d hated the surprise they’d organised for you, though you’d missed the knowing look the three adults had shared over lunch later.

Mav gives you a final little check-over as the laughter softens, and he squeezes your shoulders once more, before finally dropping his hands.

“I’m guessing the reason I haven’t already heard about this from your mom is because she doesn’t know…?” Maverick ventures, knowing Charlie would have forgone her usual email, and gone straight for a video-call to share news like this.

“... I know I need to tell her, but I just wanted to have something else figured out first, or a plan, or a…” you trail off knowing you had no real reason good enough for not telling her. “... I don’t want her to be disappointed in me…”

Maverick gives you a soft ‘tsk’ as he shakes his head, but his expression remains soft and he reaches out to take one of your fidgeting hands.

“Grace, believe me when I say I know how you feel. When your mom believes in you, it feels like that's all you could ever need to succeed, but as hard as it can be to feel like you’re going to let her down, if I’ve learned anything in the past thirty-something years, it’s that there's no such thing as disappointing Charlie Blackwood.”

You stare at him, feeling a little disbelief at his sentiments, but knowing for a fact that he of all people wouldn’t lie to you about this. You open your mouth to try and say something, anything, but before you can, he tightens his grip on your joined hands and gives you a knowing little smile.

“I know you have to learn that for yourself, but don’t sell her short, alright?” he asks, making your mouth shut tightly, but after a few moments you give him a short smile. He squeezes your fingers a final time before releasing you and placing his hands on his hips.

“So you planning on hiding out on the West Coast, then?” Mav asks lightly, as if you hadn’t just had a day-altering conversation with him. You nod a few times to clear your head, and cough away the tightness in your throat.

“I was actually hoping I could convince you to give me the keys to Mom’s chalet… at least until I find somewhere to stay,” you tell him.

Maverick’s eyebrows shoot up slightly, but he nods.

“You’re planning on staying out here a while then?” he asks, and you shrug, but relent your coyness quickly.

“I’ve got a job here in San Diego. How about I tell you and Penny about it over dinner soon?” you offer, feeling an edge of excitement fill your voice again. Maverick considers you for a few seconds, before dropping his hands from his hips as he nods.

“That sounds great. You know, you’re welcome to stay with Penny and I, but I think the chalet is probably more ideal while you get back on your feet.” he says in that way that tells you he really did understand you on a level many people just didn’t.

You open your mouth to reply something about living with newlyweds when you’re cut off by the sudden slamming of a car door behind you, the approach of another car going entirely unnoticed by the both of you in the midst of your heart-to-heart, but there’s mistaking the voice that immediately follows arrival.

“Mav?” this time the voice is closer, letting you make out the deepness and slight rasp this time. You turn to the open hangar door that you’d entered only minutes prior, where the silhouette of a tall, seemingly very fit man stands admiring your ride, and mimicking the way Maverick had just been stood with his hands on his hips, the man gets a good eyeful of your baby and lets out an impressed whistle.

The newcomer is only just pulling himself away from admiring your car when Maverick steps past you, holding a hand out to make introductions. Immediately once the taller man has stepped past the threshold, you take note of the way his eyes barely touch on Mav at all, instead snapping straight to your figure. You’re glad you decided to put a little more time into your appearance today, glad you’d bothered securing your hair with a scarf.

The stranger is both very tall and extremely fit, like you’d glimpsed from his shadow, but now that he nears and removes his sunglasses, you’re treated to the rest of his handsome features, strong and confident, his honey brown hair short but curling in slight waves where it’s been allowed to grow a little longer. His face is clean shaven except for a thick, dark moustache that he honestly pulls off more than you think he has any right to.

He seems vaguely familiar, you think, and briefly before Maverick speaks again, you see him come to the same thought.

“Rooster, you remember Grace Blackwood, don’t you? Charlie’s daughter?” Mav asks just as the man, Rooster comes to a stop in front of you.

“I think you were still a kid last time you saw each other,” Mav says mostly to you, but your memory has already been jogged, though you’re most familiar with Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw from name alone, hearing about the fallout between he and Mav from your mother more than anything.

“Right, the future aerospace engineer, right?” Rooster asks, lips quirked up as he clearly gives you another once-over, though this time attempting to be more subtle about it. “You get around to building that mega-sonic jet yet?” he asks, making your eyebrows tilt up into your hairline.

“I’m surprised you remember that,” you tell him truthfully with a laugh, but don’t bother to let yourself be embarrassed. “But no, mega-sonic technology has yet to be harnessed. But you’ll be one of the first to hear about it once it is,” you add warmly.

You recall then the time you had discovered that the older boy harboured dreams of being a Naval Aviator like Uncle Mav, and had subsequently cornered him for the afternoon, insisting that he take a look through your portfolio of various jet plane designs complete with detailed notes. To his credit, you remembered that he had spent an acceptable amount of time looking over each design, and had even asked you questions your mom’s or Mav hadn’t thought of.

“Do you prefer Rooster or Bradley these days?” You ask when the memory has passed you by, noticing how he seems to jump at your words, seemingly distracted completely. Your smile widens more and you cock your head.

“Rooster, Rooster is fine,” he tells you, shaking your hand firmly when you offer your own, his eyes locked on yours.

“Still go by Gracie?” he prompts after a moment's silence, neither of you seeming to realise that although having completed your handshake, you now simply stood with entwined hands. You wonder if it’s a coincidence that his gaze dips at the same moment your skin prickles with goosebumps, brought on solely by your name on his lips.

“Definitely,” you tell him. No reason occurs to you in that moment to tell him that you hadn’t allowed anybody to call you ‘Gracie’ since you were about thirteen, not even the men you’d dated since.

Maverick clears his throat loudly, and both you and Rooster tear your eyes apart, followed quickly by your hands. The older man looks between the two of you with as much evenness as he can seemingly muster, though you notice he gives Rooster a longer, sharper gaze.

“I’ll grab those keys for you Grace,” Mav tells you, his eyes swinging back to you and you blink at the slightly narrowed look of warning you find there. Unable to do anything but blink innocently, he seems to hesitate before stepping away, back toward the trailer in the back.

You watch Maverick jog back to his trailer, before shifting your gaze to the man in front of you. To your amusement you find him also following Mav’s retreat, though his eyes snap down to yours quickly as if sensing them on him.

“You’re hanging around San Diego?” he asks simply, making you wonder how much he’d heard about you since he and Mav had made up.

“That’s the plan. I start a new job next week,” you inform him, earning a frown of curiosity from him, and he cocks his head.

“Mav said something about you making it big with Lockheed–”

“–Changed my mind,” you cut him off quickly, feeling anxiety beat loudly against your chest, but it’s silenced almost immediately when Rooster swivels his eyes away from you, nodding as he does.

“Fair enough,” he replies after a moment, still not looking back at you, almost as if he could sense your nervousness. Clearing your throat and tousling your hair for your own confidence alone, you straighten and let a coolness enter your demeanour once more. Rooster looks back then, eyes studying you lightly.

“It’s still kinda new… so who knows how it’ll go…” you tell him, shrugging. He shrugs back, but nods once.

“Least you’re going for it. Most people would rather stay comfortable than take a chance on the unknown… Even if things don’t go how you plan, I doubt you’ll look back in ten years time and regret trying.”

You blink in surprise at Rooster’s words, and for the first time during this entire re-introduction, you get a real sense of the man he’d become in the years since you’d seen him last, and if anything, you find yourself drawn in even more by that than all his tender gazes and unsubtle flirting combined.

“Thank you, Bradley,” you say softly, ducking your head briefly before meeting his eye again. “I needed that.”

You see him smile, before his eyes flicker to movement over your shoulder and he clears his throat, adjusting to point back at your car parked in plain view.

“You sure you won’t let me take her for a spin?” He says loudly, almost confusing you before you hear Mav’s trailer door shut behind you. Placing your hands on your hips you shake your head, playing along.

“Look, I only just convinced mom to give her to me, and I’m not risking her just cause some  flyboy pilot bats his eyelashes at me!” you reply, earning an amused side glance from the flyboy in question.

“Well if your heart ever thaws some…” Rooster trails off just as Maverick joins you once more, appearing convinced by the faux-argument.

“Rooster, I wouldn’t set your heart on it,” Maverick tells him, handing you the keys to your Mom’s North Island chalet. You spin them showily, and can’t help yourself from sending the other man a wink.

“But hey, maybe if you ask nicely, one day I’ll take you for a ride,” you say innocently, watching as Rooster blinks down at you, eyes widening slightly as he processes your double entendre, just as Mav coughs and claps his hands together.

“Don’t let us hold you up any longer, Grace, I’m sure you’ve got lots to do,” Mav suggests, making you roll your eyes, but you take his dismissal easily, leaning in to give him a brief, tight hug. When you pull away, Rooster makes no move other than to shove his hands in his pockets and give you a seemingly friendly nod.

“Don’t hesitate to ask if you need any help settling in,” he says, sounding flippant enough, though his eyes tell you a different story.

You bid both men goodbye and saunter purposefully toward your baby, making a show of climbing in, fixing your scarf over your curls, and lastly, slipping your shades back over your eyes. You can see Rooster still in place, hands on his hips again as he watches you start the engine, only turning away from you when something from behind him causes him to jump. Your amused grin is the last thing he must see as he turns away from you, and you can’t help but wear it the entire way home.

[chaifootsteps]

If I was in charge of Hazbin Hotel instead of Vivziepop, this is what I would do plot wise;

Pretty much I would stick with the pilot, Charlie's trying to redeem sinners but everyone else minus Vaggie is doing something in someway to override or interrupt her progress.

Husk serves alcohol to the guests, Angel Dust tries to subdue the gests, Nifty is constantly in the way which drives the guest up the walls with annoyance and anger and Alastor openly encourages it.

Each episode is about a sinner willing to give Charlie's hotel a shot. Each episode either ends with the sinner being engulfed in a bright light and disappears which confuses everyone except Charlie who points out that they went to Heaven or ends with the sinner getting tired or bored and leaves the hotel.

Throughout the season, Charlie drops a few comments into her parents and what they were like all within ear shot of Alastor and Nifty, Charlie comments how Lilith would always have servants do most of her work and how Lucifer was always at least 100 years behind the times. Alastor, Angel Dust, and Husk would drop quips about bother of Charlie's parents which drive her up the walls.

All the while Heaven, more accurately, Gabriel and a few other higher angels (Lucifer's brothers), start to take notice of their niece's hotel and seeing some of the mix results it has. A few of them start to wonder what this could mean for both Heaven and Hell and Gabriel decides he's going to disguise himself as a sinner and go to Hell to get closer to his niece either to persuade her that her hotel upsets the balance of both Heaven and Hell or to make her realize that it's just better to abandon Hell all together and come with him to Heaven. All of his attempts are comedically interrupted by Alastor in some way or another.

As the hotels success continues to remain mix and Alastor keeps Gabriel away from Charlie. It all boils to a head when Gabriel and Alastor decide to fight to settle if Charlie should stay in Hell or come to Heaven. Charlie investigates and overhears and discovers that Alastor is actually her father Lucifer in disguise and the weird sinner that she allowed into her hotel is actually her uncle Gabriel.

As she watches the fight unfold before her, she is floored with a variety of emotions but snaps out of it when she sees her father hit the ground hard with Gabriel ready to deliver the killing blow. She quickly rushes over to protect Lucifer which causes Gabriel to immediately stop his attack and Charlie demands to know what is going on.

Gabriel tells her that she is too good for Hell and while her attempts at redeeming sinners is admirable, it is doom to never achieve the results she hopes for and Lucifer tells her that her hotel goes against everything Hell was created for and that it is a place made for sinners, not people who can be redeemed.

Charlie points out the flaws in both of their logic, Gabriel by pointing out that there are sinners that can be redeemed with just a little more effort and Lucifer by pointing out that not all sinner are pure evil.

To make a long story short, after some time, Purgatory is invented, and Charlie is the leader over that plane of existence.

Sorry if this post was long.

It's a good post, Anon, and a great rewrite! This story was always such a natural fit for the introduction of Purgatory.

[occasionally-writing]

Movie Date Night

A/N: Howdy my peeps. Bet you thought you've seen the last of me XD just kidding but it has been a while since I even wrote anything. Well, surprise!! I actually buckled down and wrote something. I legit had the idea for this fanfic to come to me at like...2 in the morning? And I've been writing it for the last two days. This is my first time writing for these two but I legit love Alan and Jeff so I couldn't not write for them. Enough rambling from me! Enjoy the fic!!

Summary: After countless ideas for a wonderful date for he and Jeff, Alan decides on something simple. A movie date night! Just a night alone for the two of them to enjoy each other's company and watch movies.

Word Count: 158

To say Alan was stumped would be an understatement and he would protest about not just being stumped but also in a rut. The man had no idea or how many countless ideas he had tossed out of his mind, unable to come up with anything that seemed perfect or even good. Alan wanted to come up with the perfect date night for him and Jeff. Roller skating was obviously out due to him almost eating pavement the last couple of times Jeff had tried to teach him but what else was there to do? It’s not like Jeff was too hard to please…right? 

Letting out a troubled sigh, Alan continued to pace and mull over his thoughts until a thought that seemed so simple crossed his mind. He recalled a conversation that he happened to overhear in the past between Charlie and Jeff back at the garage. At the time, from what Alan had gathered, the two were trying to plan if they should just go to see a movie at the theater or stay home and watch a movie at their apartment. This led to Jeff making a jab about how people didn’t buy dvds anymore and it was concluded that the two would just go to the theater once Jeff got off work. 

“A movie night could work…” Alan mumbled, his arms crossing against his chest as his brow furrowed in thought. The idea was simple and seemed like something Jeff would like but would that just prove that he wasn’t as young as the rest of the group? To Alan, there was nothing wrong with getting dvds and a player and just sitting at home and watching them there but to the younger generation, it just wasn’t done. Would Jeff make a jab at his age like North and Sonic do? Shaking the thought from his head, Alan quickly decided to just go through with a movie date night. Afterall, Jeff was nothing like those two troublemakers. “Okay…now I just have to set up the dvd player and dig through some movies that Jeff could like…”

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To Alan’s relief, picking out the movies did not take long at all. From what he had in his collection, the man picked out two or three movies that could pique Jeff’s interest. Taking no time setting up the player, Alan heaved himself up and glanced outside. The sun was just beginning to set which meant it was time to text his boyfriend and have him come to the living room for their special night. Alan had already made sure that they would be completely alone so that no interruptions in the form of North, Sonic, Kim or Babe would get in the way of everything he had planned. Thankfully, North and Sonic decided to basically kidnap Kim to their local hangout to have some fun and drink while Babe mostly stayed home, his mood not quite the same since Charlie’s accident. 

“Uncle? I got your text and uh…what’s all this?” Adding the last touches in the form of soda cans and popcorn, Alan turned around to see Jeff, who was taking in everything with an adorable look of confusion that had Alan wanting to squeeze his cheeks. Ushering Jeff towards the couch, Alan settled next to him and laid out the movies in front of them, explaining what he had planned for their night. Once he was done with his anxious sputtering, Alan waited for Jeff’s reaction, his brown eyes sparkling in hope that Jeff would not deny the night he planned. Letting out a small snort, Jeff met Alan’s hopeful gaze and smiled, the grin practically warming Alan’s heart. “You really planned a movie date night for us, huh?”

“Yeah…and uh, I know that you think dvds aren’t the thing anymore but I just wanted something for the two of us. We’re not completely alone while in the theaters and I just thought you’d like a nice and quiet night instead. Was I right?” Alan questioned, his hands rubbing together with nerves since Jeff hadn’t really said anything regarding their date. As if sensing his boyfriend’s nerves, Jeff softly laid his hand on Alan’s, halting the movement before he tangled their fingers together which caused Alan to smile. “I even picked out some movies I thought you’d like! Do you approve?” 

Letting out a hum as he examined the movies, Jeff couldn’t help the pleased smile that rose on his lips at how much effort Alan had made to make this night special for him and Alan was right, some of the movies did catch his attention. Lifting his gaze to find Alan observing him, Jeff let out a fond sigh and nodded, trying not to snicker at the triumph noise Alan had made before he was suddenly across the room, dimming the lights until it was almost completely dark.

Handing Alan the movie he wanted to watch first, Jeff brought the bowl of popcorn to his lap and selected his soda, leaning back against the couch while Alan inserted the dvd and settled back next to him, pressing play on the remote. Opening his own can of soda, Alan took a sip and softly scooted closer to Jeff, the movement not quite subtle since Jeff did the same, their thighs touching and ankles looped. Laying his arm behind Jeff, Alan gently pulled him closer until Jeff’s body was completely pressed against his own. Not saying a word at how they were practically glued together, Jeff continued to munch on some popcorn and just settled comfortably into Alan’s warm embrace.

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“That ending was unexpected, huh?” Alan mumbled, brushing his fingers through Jeff’s soft hair while he watched the credits roll, signaling the end of the movie. Letting out a sleepy hum in agreement, Jeff slumped a bit off Alan so his boyfriend could get up to put the last movie on. “This one was my pick but maybe you’ll like it too!”

Staring at the cover while his boyfriend inserted the dvd, Jeff noticed it looked like some romantic comedy which wasn’t exactly his cup of tea but since Alan had watched most of the movies Jeff liked, it wouldn’t hurt to watch something that seemed to pique Alan’s interest. Stretching out his limbs before Alan settled back next to him, Jeff placed the now empty popcorn bowl back on the table and snatched up another can of soda, claiming his place against Alan’s side once more just as the movie began to play. 

“Oof, that is one creepy dog…looks more like a rat. What do you think, kid?” Alan asked, his eyes never leaving the dog on the screen until he realized he had no response from Jeff. Holding Jeff close, Alan couldn’t help the soft smile that bloomed when he noticed that somewhere along the way into the movie, Jeff had fallen asleep, his head flopped against Alan’s shoulder and the can of soda he had gotten before now between his legs to prevent it from spilling. Pausing the movie so he could carefully maneuver the soda can out of Jeff’s legs and safely back on the table, Alan checked the time on his phone and winced when he noticed how late it was. “Wow…sorry Kid, didn’t realize how late it got…”

“Uncle…” Placing his phone on the table, Alan gently picked up his boyfriend, holding him close as his name left Jeff’s lips. Not caring whether or not he left the movie on pause since he knew Sonic, North or Kim would turn it off for him, Alan carried Jeff carefully up the stairs, making his way towards his room as quietly as he could. Pushing the door open with his foot, Alan let out a soft sigh when he finally reached his bedroom, the big bed seemingly inviting both of them to rest for the night. “Uncle? Where’d we go?”

Gently shushing him, Alan placed Jeff on the one side of his bed and pulled the covers back. Helping his boyfriend out of his button up and jeans, leaving Jeff in just a t-shirt and boxers, Alan did the same for himself and he climbed into bed. Covering Jeff up first, Alan made sure he was comfortable and warm before he settled in as well, a yawn slipping out of his lips.

“Uncle…” Letting a sleepy smile quirk his lips up, Alan opened his arms for Jeff as the other wiggled closer, burying himself happily in the arms of the man he loved. Letting out a comfortable sigh, Jeff snuggled further into Alan’s chest and tangled their legs together, not leaving a single part of them not touching. Pulling back a little so he could stare into Alan’s eyes, Jeff leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, the act of affection giving both of them butterflies in their stomachs. “I had a great night. Thank you.”

“I did too and I’m so happy you enjoyed it too,” Alan whispered, pressing butterfly kisses all over Jeff’s face until the boy was softly giggling, the smile on face seeming like it could light up the whole room. 

Pressing a final kiss to Jeff’s forehead, Alan pulled him closer once more as both of their breathing even out, the warmth of the blankets and each other’s bodies lulling them into a peaceful slumber, the only sound emanating in the quiet room being their soft breaths and the click of their couple bracelet clicking together to form a heart.

[trialssam]

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Hi, I saw this post you reblogged and didn't want to derail it or give you/the op unwelcome notes to deal with so I thought it'd be better to ask this way. I felt like the post felt kind of contradictory and selective to me, and I'm curious to hear your thoughts on it?

First, I won't defend Dean keeping Gadreel a secret from Sam after Sam was possessed, that was wrong and it led to Kevin's death. Full stop, he was in the wrong for concealing that. But Dean didn't "let" Gadreel possess him... He told Gadreel that it was Sam's choice and didn't know the manipulative methods that Gadreel would use to get Sam's yes. He trusted Gadreel bc he thought he was Ezekiel and Cas told Dean that he could be trusted. Gadreel took advantage of his trust and he was the one who lied to Sam to get Sam's permission.

I'm also trying to remember when Dean violated Sam's body autonony other than keeping Gadreel a secret and I can only think of him and Bobby forcing Sam to detox in s4, but in the context of Sam being manipulated by demons and the way that the demon blood was affecting him, I think that can be justified (though I guess I understand if you don't agree). Either way, I think it's most directly comparable to Sam trying to rid Dean of the Mark of Cain, and the route Sam chose to do that did actively violate Dean's expressed wishes, resulted in Charlie's death and putting the entire world at risk of ending, which Sam knew was a risk... When Dean forced Sam to detox he was trying to save Sam and prevent the apocalypse, while when Sam cast the spell to remove the MoC he was trying to save Dean while knowing that it would cause unimaginable destruction and death. So in comparing those two similar situations, it seems to me like Sam was the one who was more reckless and willing to risk more because he couldn't live without Dean.

Also, in as early as Faith we saw Sam actively going against Dean's wishes to save him despite the method being incredibly suspicious and Dean not wanting to be saved that way. Sam saving Dean resulted in the death of an innocent person in Faith (it's not Sam's fault, the person would have died anyway, but now his death was on Dean's conscience when he didn't want to be saved like that in the first place), and in s3 Sam was on board with harvesting organs and frankensteining him and Dean to go on living forever just to save Dean from Hell.

Also in Mystery Spot, I'm a little confused how it was used it as an example of how he can live without Dean? That episode is supposed to show us that Sam will risk and do anything to keep Dean alive (kind of like the body part harvesting episode), to the point of possibly murdering Bobby on the suspicion that it was actually the trickster (he was correct about that, but he wasn't 100% sure so he did stab him knowing that he might be wrong and would be killing his uncle). So I just don't think it's a good example of Sam being less codependent than Dean, since the message of the episode is the exact opposite.

To be clear, I am not a Sam anti, I like him a lot. I just think that the show shows us time and time again that both Dean and Sam make reckless and harmful choices to save each other, and both of them display a lack of concern for the other's autonony over the course of the show. I don't really like the idea of arguing over which one incident was worse than the other, since ultimately that's kind of unquantifiable and they both make so many mistakes and both ultimately forgive each other. And the purgatory thing and the Gadreel thing are so different, if we want to compare one situation to another I feel like it makes more sense for the more similar situations like the demon blood detox and the MoC.

Anyway, hope you have a good day and I'm interested in hearing your thoughts!

Hey, Anon! I have an extended list of what Dean did to Sam that he thought it was right or that it was fair, but it wasn't.

• Dean DID let Gadreel possess Sam. Gadreel manipulated Sam when it was the time for Sam to say yes, but Dean LET him. What was even worse is that, after the possession, Dean kept lying to him, even when Sam thought he was crazy because he felt like there was pieces of time missing. Dean knew about Sam's story with possession, but he let it happen because he was desperate to not be left behind by his brother. Sam only found out the truth when the king of hell possessed him (after his body was tortured). Dean NEVER apologized for it. And he would do it again.

• Dean was the one who started the Apocalypse, but the narrative, the characters only blamed Sam. They both had the same goal: kill Lilith, then why only Sam got the blame? Dean left Sam in that panic room to die, Castiel let him escape, and instead of trying to talk to Sam, Dean called him a monster. Sam was manipulated by Ruby the entire time, so he was always at a disadvantage. When Dean went to hell, Sam was alone and grieving, and Ruby was there for him to give him what he wanted. But Sam learned from his mistakes, having THE arc of redemption in s5.

• I wouldn't discuss the Mark of Cain because that whole storyline was a JOKE. But anyway, Dean took the MOC willingly. He was becoming the worst version of himself. He was getting dangerous, and Sam tried talking to him to see the reason, but Dean didn't want to hear it. So Sam did what he had to do. And let's be honest here: Charlie caused her own death. She was dumb enough to leave the place where she was safe, to get killed. Dean never faced the consequences for anything related to the Mark. Different from the demon blood detox, Sam would never be cured by it because it was literally inside him. The Mark was only a curse that could be cured by a spell (the result wasn't nearly as bad as the apocalypse because the Amara storyline was pretty weak).

• In Mystery Spot, Sam was different because he was fueled by revenge, but he only "killed" Bobby because he knew it wasn't him. "You know why? Because you're not Bobby" and then stabbed him. And I'm not saying Sam doesn't have questionable decisions, but they're less harmful than Dean's.

• In episode Faith, when Dean was "saved" by that preacher, they both didn't know how that happened, but Sam believed Dean deserved to be saved, he always believed in Angels and in God, but he didn't know that it was a work from a reaper.

I'll never deny that they both were codependent on each other, but this codependency was unbalanced.

And I won't talk about the purgatory thing because I will not touch that can of worms again (too many years talking about it, and I'm so sick of it, lol)

Dean wasn't being selfless in "saving" Sam, every time he did, was for himself. Sam even said that to him in 9x13:

Dean always had this hero complex (and God complex bc it fits) that he SHOULD keep Sam alive, even when he doesn't want to, and that is a violation. Sam couldn't even keep secrets about HIMSELF from Dean, that he got punched in the face, like his life is not his own. Sam constantly thanked Dean for being there for him, and he always felt like he owed his brother everything, but you guys are 1st to judge Sam when he DOES something to save Dean and he doesn't as well, which is a hipocrisy.

To say that they're "equally" harmful to each other is not paying attention to their dynamics throughout the years. Dean always had the final word, even when Sam didn't agree with him, which it became worse in late seasons, and like Sam told him in s9, "I'll give you this much. You are certainly willing to do the sacrificing as long as you're not the one being hurt."

They ultimately forgive each other because Dean doesn't want to be alone, and I know he loves Sam, just like we know Sam loves his brother, but what choice does Sam have? He could never go on with the life of hunting without his brother. That's why it was so important for Sam to Dean to give him his blessing in 15x20 to stop hunting.

I hope you have a good day as well :)

[that-darn-clown]

another ask before church, let's go:

so these are just some general thoughts on my beloved Charlie Emily in the Rewrite.

both of the twins are just like their dad, but in different ways.

Sammy is more quiet and aloof, but he can be a silly guy when he wants to. like Charlie and his father, he's interested in robotics and Maybe taking over the business someday. he's not good with emotions (his own and everyone else's), and he wants William dead (although he's certainly more...impulsive than Henry).

Charlie is calm, generally viewed as the one people go to for comfort (whether she's exactly prepared to or able to is another question entirely), as well as a guiding, leading figure. she's got a temper like her dad, though. if she's pissed, she retorts first and asks questions later.

as Henry says, it's in her nature to protect the innocent. she lifts people into her arms, and yet very few do the same for her.

like, i love the fanon thing of Charlie being pretty competent in her role as Soul Protector for the other children, but. i've always found the idea of Charlie just barely knowing what the fuck to do even funnier.

like, this kid just got murdered. she now has five more, potentially much younger kids that are also confused. okay, now it's six because Cassidy. like. sure, she'll help the best she can but That Doesn't Mean She Knows What She's Doing.

i like to imagine it's stuff like this:

"Okay, can we be a bit less murdery? Y'all can chill the fuck out-"

"Jesus fucking- Okay Gabi. Uncle Will's being a dumbass and murdering kids again, so we've gotta stop him from doing that, okay? Yeah I know, I know, you're tired, but I ain't doing this by myself and you're the only one up right now. No I'm not asking Cassidy for help with this-" (Charlie immediately pre-SAVE THEM)

"NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE: I'VE BEEN PROTECTING PEOPLE FROM YOUR BULLSHIT THE ENTIRE GODDAMN TIME!" (< talking to William post-SAVE THEM)

"Cassidy, I love you like a younger brother, you know that. Stop fucking murdering the nightguards, you're gonna get us in trouble and shut down again."

"Cassidy, I'm gonna turn around, and you better not be about to show me Alex's dead body- Why do I even fucking try at this point."

"Uncle Will, this is why you should've quit your bullshit. Because now you're dead and stuck inside your fursuit for the rest of time. Why are you treating that like a good thing the fuck-" (< not upset about the furry part. it's quite literally everything else that's fucked up to her)

"STOP TRYING TO KILL MY BROTHER, ASSHOLE-"

"STOP TRYING TO KILL YOUR SON, ASSHOLE-"

"Cassidy. Cass. Cassy. My little brother in a better universe. You can move on, you don't need to keep torturing your dad. I mean I get why you're doing this, but fucking Christ-"

and those are just a few examples of Charlie being very tired of this shit. give my girl a break, she needs one

Hahaha charlie just being so tired of this shit but. She loves these damn kids so by god she's getting their shit together

[kvhasproblems]

Bite the Hand - Van/Fem!reader

Chapter 2

Chapter 1, chapter 3, masterlist

Summary: R tries to sort through` her complex thoughts and hangs out with Lottie.

Warnings: reader has like serious comphet and eternalized homophobia for the first bit of this, reader also has religious trauma and shity parents (who even has good parents in this show lmao), regular yellowjackets violence, this is also gonna be like the slowest of slow burns

A/n: This chapter ended up being way shorter than planned but its better this way. Also chapter 3 might take a hot minute to come out because I move out on Saturday… but I’m hoping to get a one shot out sometime this week.

Word Count: 1900

I enter the change room sweaty and exhausted. I head to my locker when I see Van, who is violently shoving her stuff in her bag. I walk up to her.

“Hey, can we talk-“ I start before pushes past me zipping her bag as she leaves the changing room without a word.

“Ooooo what did you do?” Mari singsonged while she strutted over to her locker.

“Leave it, Mari,” Lottie answered for me. “Whatever happened is none of our business.”

“Actually I think it is our business, I mean we are a team and if this is going to affect how we play-“ Jackie said clearly wanting the drama more than anything.

“It’s not going to affect how we play because Y/n is going to figure her shit out!” Tai slammed her locker shut and left not without giving me a dirty look.

Great now she is mad too. Everyone stared slightly shocked by Taissa’s outburst. Before turning to make small talk to the person next to them. I started to quickly pack up my stuff, I just wanted to go home and cry, how did today end up such a mess? Shauna stopped me on the way out the door.

“Van’s never one to stay mad for long, I'm sure if you talk to her you can work it out.” She gave me a small smile.

“Thanks, Shauna.” I returned her smile before heading out the door and walking to the parking lot. My head is spinning, between Tai’s outburst and Shauna’s words of encouragement I feel more confused than ever. I know I messed up but I have no idea how to even go about fixing this. After a few minutes, Lottie joined me unlocking her car.

“Sorry for taking so long.” She apologized while throwing our bags in the trunk.

“No worries,” I mumbled getting into the passenger seat of the car. As Lottie drove I watched the buildings and scenery zip away as we passed as my thoughts continued to spiral.

“So, not to pry but if you wanna talk I’m here.” Lottie broke the silence between us before turning the radio down a bit.

“I’m not even sure what to say Lot, I just know I messed up. I kept saying all the wrong things but the worst part is my parents would be proud of me. If they ever found out that-“ I couldn’t even bring myself to say it. I pause for a second before restarting. “l need to apologize or at least just try to explain myself better but she won’t even speak to me.”

“I’m sure she’s just cooling down, When she’s ready to talk she’ll come to you, just be ready to listen when she does.”

I hummed in response. A comfortable silence fell between us. I fidget with my hands as I go back to looking out the window. I keep telling myself that Lottie is right, plus she always has good intuition with these things.

Lottie dropped me off saying that we could still make cookies later if I was feeling up to it before driving away. I walked in the door and started taking my shoes off. Loud barks sounded through the house as Charlie ran up to me.

“Who’s the cutest boy ever!” I coo at him as he said hello. Charlie had been a gift to me from my Uncle when I was 13. I’ll never forget my Uncle bursting through the front door yelling Happy Birthday with a tiny little ball of golden fur in his arms. Despite my parents not even calling that day it was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had and though my Uncle has never said it out loud, I can tell he’s always been worried that my parents aren’t home, so I think Charlie was a way for him to always make sure I wasn’t lonely or bored.

My summers with my Uncle and cousins are always my favourite time of the whole year. Getting to go fishing and helping my cousins on the farm just feeling free.

I took off my shoes and went to my bedroom. I was in desperate need of a shower after today's practice. After, as much as I didn’t want to, I had calc test to study for. I pushed play on my cassette player before sitting and pulling out my notebook.

I physically paused when I realized what was playing. It was the mix Van had brought me the last time she was over. I took in a shaky breath trying to get a grip. I opened my textbook and started my homework regardless of the fact that I was completely distracted.

“Fuck”. I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood up. I swear if I look at one more math problem my head's gonna explode. I look at the clock on my nightstand.

4:17

Two hours since Lottie dropped me off.

“Yeah, that’s definitely enough math for today.” I sighed packing up my stuff before grabbing my telephone off the nightstand and dialling Lottie.

It rang for a moment before she answered.

“Hi.”

“Hey Lottie, should I come over for dinner?”

“Sure, I’ll let Ms. Abby know.”

The Mathew’s maid/hired help Ms. Abby is a very sweet woman and you can see how grateful she is every time I come over, though she would never say I think she worries about Lottie being on her own. My parents fired our permanent maid when I turned 16 stating that I no longer needed a babysitter. Though we still have people come and tend to the yard and house I hate how lonely it gets.

“Thanks, Lot, see you soon,” I say. Lottie says her goodbye before we hang up. I start to get ready packing a small bag with a few things and changing into some jean shorts.

I get to Lotties fairly quickly. We eat dinner and make cookies even if they look horribly misshapen.

We sit on the massive couch in Lottie's basement dimly lit by the TV, wrapped in excessive amounts of blanket. The cookies besides their odd shape are delicious. I grabbed a random tape to put on and it happened to be Jumangi. It had come out in theatres last year and we (Jackie) decided we needed to do some more out-of-practice bonding and Jumangi was the only movie playing with a low enough rating so Laura Lee could come with us. I remember it like it was yesterday giggling and plotting with Van to sneak Laura Lee into a rated R movie even though her parents would never let us hear the end of it. Jackie didn’t let us go through with it but it still made me smile thinking about it.

About halfway through Lottie broke the silence.

“Y/n… would your parents even be around enough to find out if you and Van were…” She let herself trail off. I’ve never truly told Lottie about…me, but she figured it out. She probably knew before I did. At a sleepover last year after Becky’s Halloween party she rolled to face me and whispered into the dark bedroom that she’s my best friend and she’ll always love and support me. I didn’t know what to say then, and I still have trouble even admitting it out loud now.

“I-“ The words seemed to catch in my throat. It’s not like I haven’t thought about it before. Running around in secret with Van. “I’m just scared Lot,” I whisper the confession over the TV. “God... I wish I wasn’t so scared of them, I mean you’re right they wouldn’t even be around enough to know, so why do they get to control me.” I grumble. Me and Lottie have talked about them many times. Our shity parents with their shity rules and expectations that they don’t even bother to stick around and enforce.

“They can only control you if you let them.” Lottie points out.

“You’re one to talk.”

She grabs the pillow and whacks me on the side of the head before erupting into a fit of giggles.

“Oh, it’s SOOOO on!” I laugh grabbing the pillow behind my head.

I drove back from Lottie’s rather late for a school night. ‘Black Hole Sun’ plays quietly as the streetlights zip by. The last time I heard this song in the car was during the ride home from Becky’s party.

I hum as the coolness seeps into my cheek as I rest it on the backseat window. The streetlights pass zip past us like shooting stars. My bones seem to vibrate with the cords of the song. I close my eyes taking a moment to relish in the drunk ride home. Swaying side to side to the chorus of ‘Black Hole Sun’. I feel her weight as she scooches closer practically laying on my side.

“Y/nnnn.” Van pokes my cheek with a drunk whisper. I crack one of my eyes open to see her smiling up at me.

“Vannn.” I singsong back.

“Whatcha looking at.”

“The lights… they are so pretty,” I mumble looking back out at them. They seem to be moving faster like they are spinning around the car.

“The prettiest.” I look to see Van looking directly at me completely ignoring the lights and suddenly it's the funniest thing that's ever happened to me. I’m starting to think I maybe shouldn’t shared that joint with Nat. I sit up and Van slides up with me. The car is really spinning now like some twisted carnival ride. I grab onto Van to try to stabilize myself. I accidentally grabbed her thigh.

“Woah!” She laughs. “Buy a girl dinner first.” It’s only then she sees the look on my face. “Uhhh, Tai!” She calls up to Tai who’s dding and has had to deal with us all night.

“What?” She answers turning down the music.

“I think you gotta pull over” Van warns.

“I think I’m gonna be sick,” I say way louder than I mean to.

As Tai quickly pulls the car over Lottie wakes up in the passenger seat.

“What’s goin'-“ I don’t hear the rest of what she says as I whip open my door and run down behind the car.

The memory bounces around my head. God I had been so embarrassed that Van had to hold my hair back. It makes sense that Lot tried to talk to me when we got back that night. Me and Van had been inseparable the whole party. I pull into the garage of my house as I continue to reminisce. I think of all the parties, the ones me and Lot snuck into in our Junior year where me and Van were always a little too close. All the times we snuck away to a quiet room and shared stolen kisses. All the times she cast her eyes down and pretended not to be hurt when I told her that we were just friends. The way her eyes would follow me around the room as I pretended not to notice or stare back when she wasn’t looking. I think about the way she looked today. Her face set and strong but her eyes so full of sadness and longing. It made me sick to my stomach. I tried to push the memory away. I need sleep.

[crowlex23]

To Us (a GO3 idea)

Here is my idea of what should/could happen in the third season of Good Omens, since Amazon is not going to give us what we truly deserve. Enjoy!

Ao3 link if you want to read it there.

(please, remember that it was written in the heat of the moment so it was simplified and it doesn't have a lot of details)

Crowley lives in some random apartment (not the one from s1). One day, there's a knock on his door and when he opens it he sees a little girl who casually walks in and calls him 'uncle'. Crowley gets confused and tries to find out who the girl is and why she calls him uncle. Her name is Charlie and after some talking Crowley can see her eyes turning violet for a split second and then eventually he realises that Charlie is Gabriel's (ergo also Beelzebub's) daughter which the girl confirms. Charlie tells Crowley that her parents were telling her stories about him and uncle Aziraphale which surprises Crowley because he thought that the two of them hated both him and Aziraphale — also the mention of the angel really hurts him but he doesn't show it to the girl. 

He knows that he needs to bring either Gabriel or Beelzebub to his flat so that they take their daughter. The only way to do it — which Crowley does reluctantly — is to pray to Gabriel. 

He eventually shows up — you can immediately see that he's really alert and worried — and Charlie runs up to him and hugs his legs. Crowley raises his eyebrow in a Crowlish way but Gabriel only looks at his with disbelief.

Context: Crowley now has dark brown hair, brown eyes (basically casual David Tennant) because when Aziraphale left him he decided to give up his demonic powers and he became a human. Meaning no magic, no miracles, nothing.

Crowley quickly explains everything to Gabriel who's really shocked but in a way understands the demon's decision. They both talk for a bit — from time to time being interrupted by Charlie — and in the end Gabriel takes his kid and they both leave (Crowley tells Charlie that she can visit him whenever she wants — he kinda likes her). A day later, Shax comes to Crowley and tells him that Hell has a big problem to which Crowley replies that it's not his problem anymore since he's not a demon. Shax doesn't care and keeps talking revealing that the second Antichrist was born 7 years  ago (yk 7 a divine number) and they're about to get all their powers which might be very dangerous if the Antichrist will be led by the wrong person (aka the Metatron). Crowley at first doesn't really care about that but soon after that realises that when he asked Charlie how old she was she said 7. The same day he warns Gabriel about it.

Meanwhile, in Heaven, Aziraphale is overworking because of the amount of work. From time to time, he still thinks about Crowley — he tried visiting him a few times but failed each time — and worried because for some reason he's not anymore able to sense him (it's because Crowley's not a demon anymore, Aziraphale doesn't know about it) so he's trying to move on. The Metatron also tells him about the Antichrist and that his mission is to find them.

Fast forward (because I don't have that many things in my head yet) Crowley alongside with Gabriel and Beelzebub do their best to protect Charlie and keep her away from Hell. Eventually, Aziraphale finds them and we have a big confrontation between Crowley and Aziraphale. The angel is shocked when he sees his lover friend, he can't believe that he decided to become a human (he knew how much Crowley liked humans but he'd never expected that). Suddenly, the Metatron joins and mocks Crowley — this is the moment you can see how much influence he has on Aziraphale because he almost blindly follows his orders and attacks Gabriel in order to get to Charlie. Fortunately, he loses and goes back to Heaven.

Crowley is not dealing the best with the whole encounter and talks about it to Beelzebub (aka brother and the older sibling moment) who offers at least some comfort and promises that if he ever needs help he can come to them. They also share that they all tried to find Crowley but couldn't because (just like Azirpahale) they couldn't sense him that's why Gabriel could only came because Crowley prayed — only Shax can easily get to Crowley because she was the one who took away Crowley's powers under the condition that she could know his whereabouts. 

Back in Heaven, Muriel is called to Aziraphale's office in order to tell him all they knew about Crowley's new life and whether they knew anything about Charlie. They say that Crowley used to visit them and the Bookshop from time to time but the he left and that they knew nothing about Charlie.

A sad scene is when Crowley drives back from Gabriel and Beez's apartment back to his — not only Crowley's powers disappeared but also the Bentley's, she's just an ordinary car now.

Fast forward, during the final battle (idk where) between the angels (Michael, Uriel, the Metatron etc.) and demons (Shax, Dagon etc.) Crowley stays away from all of them because obvs he doesn't have his powers anymore and sneaks to Aziraphale to talk to him once more. He tries to convince Aziraphale that they can't sacrifice a child for their own selfish needs. He tells him everything that Charlie told him — how her parents told him about how great uncle Aziraphale was and that it would be foolish to let the girl down.

"Don't do any of this for me, do it for her." Aziraphale, however, leaves.

Suddenly, Michael gets to Crowley and is very close to killing him and when Crowley can see the blade right on his skin, somebody else kills Michael quicker. That someone was Aziraphale. "I'm doing it for her."

They stand side by side — Aziraphale protecting Crowley with his wings. 

In the heat of the battle, the Metatron captures Aziraphale, grabbing his my his wings and drags him on the top of the hill. "I always knew you were a useless and brainless creature." He hurts Aziraphale's wings really badly and then holds him above the abyss. Crowley notices it right when the Metatron drops Aziraphale. He runs as fast as he can, in the meantime stabbing the Metatron with a Hellish dagger (or smth that can kill angels) and jumps after Aziraphale. He knows that this is a suicidal thing to do but those years spent alone just proved to him that he'd rather die with Aziraphale than live for another even if a couple of years without him (because he was a demon one and he disavowed his demonic nature he would just disappears, he wouldn't become a demon or an angel again).

As they fall you can see a glow around them and then they hit the ground.

When Crowley opens his eyes and realizes that he survived but has Aziraphale as well? He shakes him a little bit — holding him in his arms — and finally the angel opens his eyes and weakly smiles at Crowley.

"My Crowley." He caresses Crowley's cheek gently and when he looks to the side he sees his reflection in a puddle and notices his hair being back to its natural colour just like his eyes that he'd hated for so long yet missed when they were gone. Both Crowley and Aziraphale realizes that their wings also changed (yes, Crowley got his wings back that's why he was able to minimize the impact when they fell) — they're neither white nor black — they're silver meaning that they both because something in between demons and angels — something that only the God herself knew about. 

Fast forward, the Metatron is dead, Gabriel and Beelzebub made their speeches expressing their disappointments of their soldiers (aka angels and demons. If you watched the Lion King 2 there's a scene where two main characters talk to their families and saying that it's pointless to fight with one another when they can co-exist. Kinda Romeo and Juliet vibes) and decided to rule Heaven and Hell again in order to keep everything under control. Charlie is safe, Crowley and Aziraphale make up and they move in the Southdown Cottage and the last scene is Charlie visiting them, having fun with their uncles.

[oliveroctavius]

Did you check out the first issue of the new Ultimate Spider-Man? I'd be curious to see your thoughts

I was planning on letting it pass by me, zen-like. I kind of... disapprove of the entire concept. The more redundant universes Marvel creates (note that I say redundant, in that I like some AUs with recognizably different heroes and story lines) the more it approaches a DC-like level of story fragmentation, where nothing has to matter and everything runs on vibes. Every new restart survives an even shorter amount of time. It's a death spiral.

But alright. I may not know who Hickman is but some other people seem to like him. I'm Charlie Brown, the new title is a football, here's some of the whistling my foot makes as it flies through the air.

First off a disclaimer: comics are into longform storytelling these days, so almost nothing happens in this issue by design. This is a setup, not a story. I can point out some pettier dislikes, but I can't know what might turn out well yet.

I get that this is going to tie in to the Maker, but calling this USM is a bogus decision that is going to cause so much confusion down the line. It's like they didn't want to admit they were setting up yet a third story. See above grouch about redundant universes.

Uncle Ben being alive instead of Aunt May is a hell of a decision. But I like Hell Of A Decisions if they're pulled off with confidence. I miss og USM's ponytailed gentle old hippie Uncle Ben, I admit. He had a surprising amount of characterization, which I always liked about that series.

I... do not get... why they are homewrecking Robbie + JJJ for Ben. Like, I'm kind of offended on Robbie's behalf. og USM already put some of Robbie's plotlines into Ben--I mean, Ben Urich's hands, but this is more based on 616, isn't it? Robertson's personal moral compass and how that interacts with his job and his safety and his journalistic ethics AND his relationship with Jameson's short-sighted tendencies have been the core of his character for 60 years. Could we not think of something new for Uncle Ben to be doing instead of overwriting an existing character relationship and adding next to nothing to it? And Robbie's there and just kind of fine with the Kingpin's proposal as far as we see so far. This is probably my biggest complaint.

The kids could be an interesting element, but we don't really see any of that yet so it's purely potential.

The Harry fans seem to like this new Harold and his visual design so far. I suppose he's not fully flavorless but the flavor that is there is like. Salt and pepper.

MJ could stand to look older and have more characterization but that is not an original observation. Wait, she's definitely based off her 616 self and not her USM self isn't she? God why DID they call this USM, this is a structural publishing nightmare

The Goblin design is what people think the Raimi goblin costume was, which is not exactly a compliment. Also I *know* I'm the Goblin Fan but are there, really no other villains you could think of to open with? No? Is this the only plot point that's ever going to get adapted over and over again? Maybe it will be good and I'll be glad, I think! And then imagine Charlie Brown and the football again.

Another thing that really got me was the churning camera angles on some of the simplest scenes here. I respect the dutch angle hustle, Chechetto, but if I'm feeling seasick while trying to follow a scene where people have a conversation while sitting down then you might want to rethink your strategy.

To misquote Roger Ebert for a second, "the penciler has learned from better comics that artists sometimes tilt their panels, but it seems he has not learned why."

[doe-earth-n]

Scene for "Defenders Chronicles: Highlander"

Richie found himself by himself in the room of the gym. Duncan was out on the town and wouldn't be back until morning. Charlie was also gone for the night and Tori went out to get something for them to eat for dinner as well as renting a movie for them to watch and would be back within the hour.

This left Richie at the gym. He was going through the channels in hope to find something good on while he waited. Sports, nothing. His favorite channels didn't air anything special at the moment. The local channels, nothing. Not even on Nickelodeon or Cartoon Network or even Boomerang. After some channel surfing, he settled for watching a marathon of The Three Stooges that was on at the moment.

Richie was startled upon hearing footsteps approach the gym. He glanced up with confusion, Mac shouldn't be back until morning.

The footsteps continued.

“Tori, is that you?” Richie called out, wondering if she made it back by now. He stood up and walked to the doorway. He opened the door and gasped upon seeing a pair of ice robots standing at the doorway. Another ice robot shaped differently than they were, and Richie assumed that ice soldier was the leader.

Quickly, Richie closed the door and tried getting away from the ice soldiers. He found that to be futile as the door turned to ice and the soldiers broke right in.

“Take the prisoner,” the leader told the other ice robots.

Richie didn't like the sound of this. He tried barricading himself to the bathroom and locked the door. Luckily, he had his phone in his pocket, and decided to call for Tori, or Mac, whoever he could reach first.

Quickly, Richie dialed Tori's number and she answered after the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Tori, it's Richie,” he called, trying to keep calm as possible, “there's trouble.”

“What do you mean?” Tori asked with concern in her voice.

Suddenly, Richie looked up as he heard pounding on the door.

“What's going on?” he heard Tori ask on the phone.

“There's ice robots at our place!” Richie admitted, “call Mac and tell him to come here as soon as possible!”

“Ice robots?!”

The door busted open and the ice soldiers appeared. One of the ice robots knocked the phone out of Richie's hands.

“You will be coming with us,” the leader of the ice robots told him.

“Richie,” Tori asked on the phone, “what's going on?! Is that Garax?!”

He wasn't able to answer as he was being dragged away by the ice robots, struggling in the process.

“Let go of me!” Richie shouted as he was struggling against the ice soldiers' grasps and Garax and the ice robots were carrying him away.

---Defenders-Chronicles-Highlander---

Duncan looked on in shock at the damage done in the room. The doorway had turned to ice, and had long since shattered. He thought it was a joke Richie had Tori to set up for him at first, but it was no joke upon seeing the sight he saw. Besides, it wasn't like Tori to set up a prank at that matter. She was too smart for that.

Duncan looked over to find Tori pacing around the room back and forth. She was clearly worried about Richie, there was no doubt about that. He was worried too. Richie had become a son to Duncan, and this worried him.

The sight he saw next surprised him as well. He saw the bathroom door broken down, “Charlie is not going to like this.”

“I'm so sorry,” Tori said frantically, “this is my fault. I should have insisted on Richie coming with me. We should have went out. We......”

Duncan walked over to her and assured her, “It wasn't your fault, Tori. Even if you went out, it's possible these ice robots you mentioned would have found you two.”

“What exactly are these ice robots?” Amanda asked.

“Richie told me they were ice robots that were at their place,” Tori answered, “I recognized the sound of one of those ice robots, and it sounded like Garax.”

“Garax?” Duncan glanced at her confused.

“We visited the Defenders after Richie's first Quickening,” Tori explained, “and I know about my uncle Flash Gordon's arch enemy Ming the Merciless having ice robots and the ice robot leader being Garax. At least I recognized the voice.”

“This is sounding like something out of an old Sci-Fi movie,” Amanda stated.

“I'll need to tell my uncle right away,” Tori glanced at her teachers, “Richie is missing and was taken by those ice soldiers.”

“Yeah,” Duncan nodded, “go for it.”

“Maybe they can help us,” Amanda added in agreement.

---Defenders-Chronicles-Highlander---

Tori dialed her uncle's number on her phone. If anyone knew best about Ming the Merciless and those ice soldiers, it was Flash Gordon.

“Hello?” Flash picked up after four rings.

“Flash? This is Tori,” she proceeded to explain what was going on with worry in her tone, “I don't know how, but Ming's army has shown up and kidnapped Richie.”

“Ming's army?”

“Garax and his ice army.”

“I get that. What happened?”

“Richie was home alone,” Tori explained, “he called me while I was on my way to the movie store and told me some ice soldiers were at the house. I recognized the other voice as Garax.”

There was a pause of silence before Flash finally asked, “Are you sure?”

“I'm very sure,” Tori answered, “I hurried home right away after I heard him. I then called Duncan and we have been here since. Plus, the damages at our place are here, and Richie isn't.”

“Do you have any idea why Richie was taken?” Flash asked.

“No,” Tori shook her head, “I don't know, and Mac and Amanda don't know either. Heck, they don't even know Ming the Merciless yet.”

“I'll let the team know about this,” Flash assured his niece, “if Ming is behind this, then he's in for it because he got immortals involved.”

“I'll send you pictures of the damages,” Tori told him, “you guys should hurry.”

“Will do.”

With that, the call ended.

---Defenders-Chronicles-Highlander---

Flash looked at the damages that were done at the residence Tori was currently at with her boyfriend and his guardian, Duncan.

He saw the icy remains of what was once the doorway. Then, he saw the ice was at the door of the bathroom as well as the damages of the bathroom. This was Garax all right. For the life of him, Flash had no idea why Ming kidnapped Richie other than he and Tori being immortal, and the fact that Tori was a Gordon like he was.

They met Richie Ryan when they met up at Central City a couple of months ago, and he was a pretty solid guy despite the reputation he had before with being a petty thief. They haven't met Duncan MacLeod yet, but Flash knew they were about to because Ming had kidnapped someone close to him. If Duncan was like a father to Richie, then chances are, all hell was about to break loose. He knew the feeling and thought of what could have been if it had been April or Rick.

“Flash, what's the matter?” Mandrake asked as he walked into the room.

“Tori called,” Flash answered, “and she sent me some pictures. Garax arrived in her residence and kidnapped her boyfriend Richie.”

He shown his teammate the pictures. Mandrake looked on in shock, “Oh dear.”

“I believe Ming has made a big mistake,” Flash spoke up.

“That's an understatement,” Mandrake nodded in agreement, “he had gotten the immortals involved in our war.”

“Not just any immortals,” Flash declared, “and not only did he get my niece involved, but he got the well known Duncan MacLeod involved, and the fact that Richie's mentioned he is a father to him, things are about to get serious.”

********************

This has been a sneak preview of a future chapter for "Defenders Chronicles: Highlander" which will be set during the DoE series (haven't determined how far yet, I'll give you a guide of the order of DoE episodes in Earth N in the future) and AU between Seasons 2 and 3 of Highlander: the Series.

Feel free to give me your thoughts on the scene.

@james5-doe @marzena-doe @jeddawalker @a-shiva @novemberhope

[kiddoryder]

Scrambled Eggs

A commission for @dustinlaughlin

Hardy Wiley belong to @dustinlaughlin

Blitz and Sophie McKnight belong to @loli-momo1908

Charlie, Vaggie, Hardy, Razzle, and Dazzle putting up a banner that reads "Happy first week, Sir Pentious and family!". Sonya and Liz were helping out as well since they promised to help their cousin with the new guests. Plus they were bored at home.

Charlie - *estastic* “Man, I'm so happy! Can’t believe it's been a week since they stood here!!”

Vaggie - “Um, they were just trying to take over the city with Pentious's weird steampunk bullshit a few days ago.”

Charlie - “Well, I haven't seen them try to pull any of that here.”

Sir Pentious and Lucious come in, rolling in a new machine that Sir Pentious's Egg Boiz are sitting on.

Hardy - *uneasy* “Uh, Pen, what is that?”

Sir Pentious - *bows* “Oh, hello, flame-haired gentleman. It's my new invention, the Skin Flayer 11,000! I'm really looking forward to shooting the other residents.”

Lucious - *sinsterly* “It would be fun to see them all into ashes.”

Charlie - *confused* “What? Why?”

Sir Pentious - “Everyone is being too nice. Obviously it must be a lie. I can sense that they are planning to kill us, but when? How? We must be prepared! Ooh, the new parts of my machine are here.”

Odette and Clara came in, wheeling in boxes of weapons. Pentious runs over to them.

Odette - *holds out clipboard* Sign, please.

Sir Pentious signs the clipboard while Clara wheels in the boxes.

Odette - “Thank you for your business. Enjoy your Carmine purchase.”

Odette and Clara walks out of the lobby as Sir Pentious takes the crate full of parts and weapons for his machine. As he slithers back, Vaggie realizes who he is buying from.

Vaggie - “Carmine? As in, Carmilla Carmine? You are buying parts from an overlord?”

Sir Pentious - “Uh, of course. She's the top weapons dealer in Hell.”

Lucious - “And have you seen her weapons? They are amazing! Plus some are very rare as well.”

Vaggie - “Okay, well that stops right now.”

Vaggie takes Pentious's boxes away.

Sir Pentious - “Hey!”

Hardy - “Sorry Pen, but unless it's unkillable self-defense weapons, we cannot allow you guys to build weapons of mass destruction in the hotel. I assure you that nobody is trying to kill you. People are being nice because they want you and your family to feel welcome.”

Sir Pentious looks at Hardy with a wry expression. He peeks over his machine to scowl at the other residents and workers. Husk, who's downing a bottle in the bar, flips him off. Angel Dust, standing near the bar on his phone, does the same. Blitz, attending to his little sister, Sophie, gives him a scowling glare and cracks the knuckles on his fist, while Sophie simply smiles and waves at them as she was drawing pictures. Niffty, who is dusting a corner of the wall, looks at him and does a sinister-sounding giggle.

Sir Pentious - “Hmm, I have my doubts.”

Vaggie - “Well, it's true. You have to trust us.”

Sir Pentious - “But I don't.”

Sonya - “I don’t trust him. Especially that jerk Lucious.”

Lucious - “Oh Sonya my dear, are you still mad about the…incident?”

Sonya - *sarastic* “You mean when I first rejected you and you ended up stabbing me? Nah. I’m peachy about it!”

Lucious - “I told you I’m sorry! I freaked out because I usually get what I want.”

Liz - “Didn’t realized that your parents and Uncle raised you to be a spoil brat.”

Lucious - *dramatically gasps* “How dare you! I was raised to be a gentleman and I’m still am.”

Charlie - “Wait, where are your parents Lucious?”

Lucious - “Mother and Father went out for the day. They ask my Uncle to watch me since they trust him.”

Hardy - “Okay, since there's trust issues around here, why don't we focus on today's activity on building trust?”

Charlie - *smiles* “Good idea, Hardy.”

Vaggie - “But before we do that, we need to lay some ground rules. No more building weapons, no more plotting against other guests, and also, you need to get rid of those things.”

Vaggie points at the Egg Boiz who were on the crate of weapons. 2 Egg Boiz, having a tug-of-war over a laser, accidentally set it off and blow a hole in the roof, much to Vaggie's frustration.

Vaggie - “Oh! *points at the ceiling* What did I just say? What did I just say?”

Sir Pentious - “What? Not my little egg boiz. *hugs Egg Boiz* They do my evil bidding for me!”

Sonya - “What evil bidding? Those egg dorks can’t even lift a box without getting crushed.”

Lucious - “As much as I find these stupid duck crap annoying, they are actually useful then you think.”

Vaggie - “Do you want to stay here and redeem yourself?”

Sir Pentious - *narrows eyes* “Yes.”

Vaggie - *sternly* “Then no more eggs.”

Sir Pentious - *with tears in his eyes* “All right, eggies. You've got to go. I *sobs* can't keep you anymore!”

Egg Boiz - *happy* “Okay, boss.”

They all follow Vaggie as she wheels Pentious' boxes away.

Sir Pentious - *tearing up* “No, don't resist. This is how it has to be!”

Sir Pentious begins crying as he watches his Egg Boiz walking away. Lucious, feeling bad for his uncle, comforts him as Hardy and Charlie awkwardly watched them.

Hardy - *comforting* “Don’t worry Pen, everything is going to be okay.”

Charlie: Yeah, I am sure that your eggs will be in a nicer place.

In Alastor's room, Alastor was eating a dead deer's carcass with a knife and fork while jazz music plays in the background. Suddenly, the jazz music stops with a record-scratching sound when Vaggie came by with the Egg Boiz behind her.

()()()()()()()()()

Vaggie - “Alastor!”

Alastor looks surprised for a second and his eyes go from the deer carcass on the table to Vaggie.

Alastor - “Do you mind? I'm in the middle of breakfast.”

Vaggie - “Pentious' eggs are all over the place, and I need you to get rid of them.”

Alastor - *throws away knife and fork, stands up and summons microphone* “Oh, well, in that case, I'd be delighted to!”

Vaggie - “Humanely!”

Alastor - “Hmm. Well, that's a lot less fun *eyes glow red and the x appears on his forehead*, but I suppose I can take care of that on my outing today. *walks out of the room*

Vaggie - “Great! *looks at the deer carcass* That looks disgusting.

()()()()()()()()()

The scene changes back to the hotel foyer, where Charlie and the rest of the hotel's residents, minus Alastor, are, with all of them except for Charlie and Vaggie sitting on a sofa. Behind Charlie and Vaggie is a stage with a banner on it that reads "Trusting 101"

Charlie - “Hi, guys. Thanks for coming! It's been brought to our attention that there may be a little, tension in the hotel.”

As Charlie explained, everyone is hating each other or on edge. Lucious lovingly gaze at Sonya only for her to push him on the ground. Sir Pentious grabs Niffty with his tail and makes to shoot her with his ray gun, but Vaggie snatches it out of his hands before he can.

Vaggie - “Tension that can be counterproductive to what we're trying to do here.”

Charlie - “We think that this group could really benefit from:”

The background scenery goes to yellow and Charlie and Vaggie go flying up into the air.

Charlie - “Trust exercises!”

Vaggie - “Trust exercises. *begins falling* Ah, shit!”

Vaggie falls on the floor as the yellow background cracks and breaks. Charlie pulls Vaggie to her feet.

Charlie - “Vaggie, we rehearsed this. *sighs and turns to everyone else* We're doing trust exercises!”

Sophie - “What’s trust excerise?”

Vaggie - “Well it’s like a game where we learn to trust other people.”

Sophie - *eyes twinkle* “Ooo, games?! I love games!”

Husk - “So, uh, what's with the whole, uhh, this? *gestures to the stage behind Charlie and Vaggie* I'm not about to put on some show for these fucking chumps.”

Angel - “Oh, I will *puts feet on Husk's legs*, but it's cash up front, and I know that one *points at Pentious* can't afford me.”

Sir Pentious - “Gross! I'd never think of it, spider!”

Angel - *to Blitz* “But with you I don’t mind doing it for free.” *raise his eyebrows up*

Blitz - *annoyed* “In your dreams.”

Sophie - “What you mean shows? Like puppet and dance shows?”

Sonya - “He’s more of a dancer Sophie.”

Hardy - “I wouldn't mind a good dance. Can you do the Moonwalk?”

Angel Dust just looks at him with a annoyed expression as everyone giggled and held in their laughter.

Vaggie - *sighs* “Anyways, let's get started. Charlie?”

Charlie - “Actually, I thought maybe you could take the lead on this one. I trust everyone, so maybe you know better on how to build it properly!” *walks over to stand by Husk, Niffty, Pentious and Angel*

Vaggie - “What? Uhh, I don't know if I'm qualified, uh...,”

Charlie - “Oh, come on. It'll be easy! I'm sure you can handle this.”

Vaggie - “Yeah, um, *looks at them. All of them are looking grumpy except for Charlie, Hardy, Sophie, and Niffty* Sure, I can handle this. No problem.”

Vaggie takes a deep breath and walks down one side of the stage.

Vaggie - *drill sergeant style* “All, right, so we are starting with trust falls! Each of you are going to share something vulnerable with the group about yourself and then fall backwards, while the rest of the group catches you. Got it? Who wants to go first?”

Charlie - *raises hand* “Ooh, ooh, me me me! Me! Me! Me!”

Vaggie - “All right, get on up here.”

Charlie runs past Vaggie and onto the stage.

Charlie - “I, I love you guys. Like, really, really love you. *falls backwards*”

Vaggie and Hardy ran forward and catch Charlie together.

Hardy - “We gotcha.”

Charlie - “That... felt... good! Angel, why don't you go next?”

Angel - “Fine.” *walks onto the stage*

Vaggie - “This time everyone else needs to catch him, okay? Unless you want me to hurt you.”

Vaggie takes out a spear as a means of discipline for the others to come closer to the stage.

Angel - “Somethin' about myself, huh? How about this? I LOVE to suck-“

Blitz: *threateningly points at Angel* “If you something vulgar in front of my sister, I will--“

Angel - “-Popsicles, ya sicko! Get your mind outta the gutter!”

Angel falls backwards and Blitz catches him.

Angel - “But, you know, dicks too!”

Blitz throws Angel Dust on to the floor in angered disgust.

Angel - *groans and to Sonya* “Okay kid. You’re next.”

Sonya - “Oh alright.”

Sonya got on the stage and thought for a minute.”

Sonya - “I actually enjoy ice skating.”

Lucious - “Ooh how lovely!”

Liz - “And I actually enjoy dancing.”

Lucious - *rolls his eyes* “Bet to those stupid rock and roll music.”

Instead of falling backwards, Sonya did a elbow drop wrestling drop on Lucious, causing him to feel great pain as Sonya and Liz laughed.

Charlie and Hardy - *scolding* “Sonya!”

Sonya - *sarcastic mocking tone* “Sorry~”

Liz - “They can’t take a joke.”

Vaggie - “Okay, Hardy it's your turn.”

Hardy gets on the stage.

Hardy - “I think Nickelback is an awesome rock band, and no one can convince me otherwise.”

Hardy fell backwards and Charlie and the others caught him. To their surprised, Hardy didn’t felt heavy or anything.

Charlie - *impressed* “Wow you’re muscular yet really light.”

Hardy - “Yeah well thanks to the training I had, it help me balance my weight. *to Blitz* Okay dude you’re next.”

Blitz gets on the stage as he tries to think of what to say to the public, something that Angel Dust won't make a sexual joke about. Then after a minute of thinking, Blitz came with a perfect one that not even Angel can make a sexual joke.

Blitz - *warmly* “I really care and love my baby sister Sophie.”

Charlie - *gushing* “Aww that is really sweet!”

Blitz turns around and was going to make a fall, but when it looks like Angel Dust is going to catch him, he stretch out his wings and flew over him so he doesn't get caught by Angel Dust, much to his annoyance.

Blitz - “Okay Sophie, you’re next.”

Sophie got on stage. She did a cute thinking look and got one.

Sophie - “I really enjoy chocolate ice cream!”

However Sophie did look a little nervous on doing the trust fall. But she looked at Blitz who had his arms out toward her.

Blitz - *gently* “It’s okay baby girl. I got, you I promise.”

Sophie takes a deep breath and then leaps off the stage, as Blitz, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Hardy catch her together.

Hardy - “See? We got you.”

Sophie - *smiles* “Thank you guys! *to Lucious* You’re turn Luci!”

Lucious went on stage and said:

Lucious - “I actually enjoy writing poetry.”

He falls toward Sonya but she took a step back. Luckily, Sir Pentious managed to catch him in time.

Lucious - *dismayed* “Awwww, why didn't catch me, Sonya?”

Sonya - “You didn’t ask me.”

Lucious growled annoyingly.

Angel - *to Pentious* “Alright, new guy, you're up.”

The room goes dark and a melodramatic music plays. A spotlight shines on Pentious.

Sir Pentious - *dramtically* “I... don't want to live without my minions. Nobody catch me! *falls backwards*

Vaggie, Hardy, Lucious, and Charlie catch him together.

Sir Pentious - *dismayed* “Damn it.”

Vaggie - “That's great. Wow, you are slimy. *drops Pentious* Okay, good job. Uh, Niffty?”

Niffty runs past them onto the stage, giggling manically.

Niffty - “Sometimes, I kill mother-bugs in front of their children as a warning to others!”

Upon hearing this and seeing Niffty, the others were disturbed by her sadistic nature . Niffty flings herself off of the stage., but the others actively move out of the way to let her fall on the ground in the face. Despite that, Niffty seems to enjoy that.

Niffty - *falls on her face* “Yay! Pain!”

Niffty, giggling, runs back onto the stage to jump off again.

Niffty - *Sighs* “Pain!”

Niffty continued to do it with the others staring at her oddly.

Liz - “This is annoying yet hypnotic to watch. Like those memes you see on the internet.”

Charlie and Vaggie walk off to talk privately.

Charlie - “I don't know if this is really working the way we'd hoped. Maybe we should-“

Vaggie - “Honey, you have to trust me here. I got this, okay? I'll figure something out.”

Angel appears behind them.

Angel - “If you're in the market for some ideas, I've got just the thing for some "trust buildin'".

Vaggie - *sighs* What do you have in mind?

Angel Dust smiles deviously from that question.

()()()()()()()()()

Meanwhile, Alastor is walking down the street on the middle of Pentagram City, closely followed by Pentious' Egg Boiz, who are his new minions.

Egg Boiz - “Oh, boy! What's the plan, boss? I like your suit! What are the antlers for? Can I touch your staff thing? Are those your ears or is it your hair? I can't tell!”

Alastor's eye twitches as he walks down the street, a pained smile on his face. A shadowy person watches him from behind, before appearing in front of him, revealing himself to be an Overlord, Zestial.

Zestial - “Hark, Alastor. How fare thee this day?”

Alastor makes a radio static sound effect, looking slightly scared.

Egg Boi - “Who's that, boss? Want me to rough him up for you?”

Alastor - “Follow in silence if you value your shell! *taps Egg Boi's shell with his cane before turning back to Zestial* Greetings, Zestial!”

A demon comes out from an alleyway and sees Alastor and Zestial.

Bowler Hat Demon - *freaked out* “Oh, holy shit!”

Zestial - “Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day.”

A cowboy demon comes out of the backdoor after a fight, and was about to go back in when he notices Zestial and panics before fleeing.

Cactus Cowboy Demon - “Whoa! Uh oh!”

Alastor - “Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!”

A demon, seeing Zestial, pours gasoline over himself and sets himself on fire, screaming.

Zestial - “If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?”

Zestial begins walking down the street with Alastor as tons of demons spotted them and hide, run, or avoid them from getting in their way.

Zestial - “It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to... holy arms.”

Alastor - *laughs* “Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. *adjusts bow tie and coat in a window reflection* Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes! *laughs as a laughing sound effect plays from his microphone*

Zestial - *chuckles* “There too hath been rumor of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. Tell me, *cloak flares open briefly* how does thou fall in such folly?”

Alastor - *spins cane* “That is for me to know. But please, do guess, I'd love to know the theories!” *continues walking*

Zestial - *chuckles* “T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm!”

Alastor - “Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment!”

Alastor, Zestial and the Egg Boiz walk into an alleyway with a row of lifts. The security camera spots Zestial walking in view, but Alastor's image glitches when the camera was on him. Zestial and Alastor gets into one elevator. The Egg Boiz attempt to follow, but Alastor blocks them with his cane.

Alastor - “No, no. I have a very important task for you. Stay here and guard the front until I return.”

The Egg Boiz salute and the lift begins its ascent.

Egg Boi - “Oh, look. Frank is up there.” *points to the lift, where one Egg Boi is inside, pounding on the glass*

Another Egg Boi - “We have names?”

()()()()()()()()()

The lift reaches the top of the building and opens, where Alastor, Zestial and Frank walk out. Frank watches as other Overlords come out of other lifts and go into another room, Zeezi stepping over him due to her massive stature. Frank follows them in and stands near Alastor's seat. The overlord sitting next to Alastor turns to look at Frank and he waves. She smiles widely at him, showing her pointed, knife-like teeth. Frank hides behind Alastor's chair as Carmilla Carmine walks to the head of the table.

Carmilla Carmine - “Welcome, Hell's sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of our city. Together, you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new Extermination schedule. *pounds fist on table* We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest.”

Zestial takes his seat.

Carmilla - “Zestial, so good to see you, my friend.”

Zestial - *summons teacup and saucer* “Enchanted as always, Carmilla.”

Carmilla - *notices Alastor*” Alastor?”

Alastor - “Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering!”

Carmilla - “...Not really. But welcome back in any case.”

Alastor narrows his eyes and looks offended in Carmilla's general direction.

Carmilla - “This year's Extermination was brutal, far more even than years past. We have assessed that about 16% of the population was lost *slide is projected onto the wall behind her* With the angelic legions now returning twice as quickly, I think it prudent we-“

Carmilla is interrupted as Velvette opens the door and walks in, on the phone.

Velvette - “Yes, I've got it handled, Vox. Are you doubting me? Really? Me? That's what I thought. *laughs* Yes, I know. They're all a joke.*laughs* Thank you, V. See you soon. Kisses, darling.*hangs up and sits down at the opposite end to Carmilla*

Carmilla - “Nice of you to join us, Velvette. Will your... colleagues be joining?”

Velvette - “No, they have better shit to do than to listen to an old windbag who thinks she's tough shit. I'm here to represent.”

Carmilla - “Charming. So, as I was saying, we need to discuss-“

Carmilla stops talking as Velvette waves her hand in the air.

Carmilla Carmine - “Yes?”

Velvette - “On the subject of discussion…”

Velvette takes out the head of an Exorcist and throws it onto the table. The other overlords look at it and mutter to each other.

Zeezi - *shocked* “Holy shit!”

Alastor - *intriged* “Oh! Tasty…”

Carmilla - *narrows eyes* “Where did you get this?”

Velvette - “We found it during Extermination day. If these Holy Rollers can be killed, the game has changed. *stands on top of table* We can take the fight to them. The boys and I have come up with a full assault plan--“

Velvette stops talking and she and the other overlords look at Zestial, who is sipping his tea loudly and aggressively to drown out Velvette.

Zestial - “If it be true thee and thy colleagues desire to war with such meagre proof, thou art far more... foolish than I be thought.”

Velvette - *scoffs* “Meagre proof? It's a dead fucking Exorcist. I'd say that's pretty fucking definitive. You going blind, old man?”

Zestial - “We know not how this perished. Mayhaps t'was not by a demon's hand at all. If we rush to war without knowing mightn't, they purge all of Hell for daring an uprising?”

The other overlords mutter in agreement. Velvette notices Carmilla's expression and smiles.

Velvette - “Oh, I get it. So Grandpa is too pussy to fight, so I guess there's no point, right? *gets up in Zestial's face* Oh, what's the matter, Fossil? Too senile to make a real power grab for-“

Right before she could continue, Carmilla starts to get into her face, expressing outrage while singing, Respectless.

Carmilla - ♪ You better show some respect! Check your behavior! no one speaks to Zestial that way! ♪

♪ Did you expect us to sit back and take your, insolent brazen display? ♪

Velvette - *laughs* ♪ You got it twisted, I'm not the one who needs a new attitude! ♪

♪ Maybe you missed it, but I'm that #Bitch and I will do nothing less than what I please, whoo! ♪

♪ I'm the backbone of the Vees, ♪

♪ Mad that I acted respectless? Well, it's cause no one could respect this! ♪

*walks across table* ♪ Sorry, group attendin'! Since when are Overlords too scared to fight? ♪

♪ You're long past trending! Sorry, bae, but I ain't swiping right! You've lost your relevance- ♪

Zestial - ♪ We can't act without more intelligence. ♪

Velvette. - ♪ Ugh! No wonder I'm so respectless, I could eat you lot for breakfast! ♪

Carmilla Carmine - ♪ You and the Vees are inane and uninformed! ♪

Smug wannabes who don't heed when you've been warned! ♪

Velvette - ♪ 'Oops!' Did I strike a nerve? ♪

♪ 'Cause when I brought out the angel's head, *throws head across table* couldn't help but observe, that your wrinkled face was turning red! ♪

♪ And why are you avoiding war? That's what the guns you sell are for! Thanks to my being respectless, one thing I'm starting to suspect is *gets in Carmilla's face* You know why this angel's headless! Do you have a disclosure? ♪

Carmilla - ♪ This meeting's over! ♪

Both Carmine and Velvette glare at each other. The other overlords are all staring at Carmilla and Velvette. Alastor finally decides to break the silence.

Alastor - “That was a productive meeting!”

Velvette - “Hm. Fine. Safe travels back to the nursing home, fuckers! *walks out the door* Kiss my arse!”

Zeezi - *scoffs* “What the hell? We literally just got here!”

Odette - “Mother?”

The overlords all begin to get up and leave. All of them walk back towards the lift except for Carmilla Carmine, Odette, Clara and Zestial, who walk towards another room. Alastor notices this as he is walking towards the lifts.

Alastor - “Hmm. Well that's interesting. *points at Frank with his cane* You, little egg creature. I have a job for you.”

Frank - “Oh. Yes, boss!”

Alastor - “Follow them!”

Frank salutes and runs after the overlords who went into another room.

()()()()()()()()

Charlie, Vaggie, Hardy, Blitz, Sophie. and Angel standing in a BDSM sex dungeon. Slapping noises comes in the background. Angel is looking satisfied with himself, Charlie is looking incredibly shocked, Hardy's eyes were open wide with his face completely red, Blitz was shielding a confused Sophie's eyes while he looked in disgust, and Vaggie looks angry.

Vaggie - “Angel! What the actual fuck?!”

Angel - “No activity requires more trust than BDSM, baby. No bond stronger than those formed through bondage! That's their motto!”

Angel points to a poster on the wall, which does indeed read "No bond stronger than those formed through bondage".

Charlie - *uncomfortable* “Angel, love the enthusiasm. But, umm, uh, hmmm,”

Sonya - “This place is super weird!”

Liz - “Why are they hitting each other? They aren’t even fighting!”

Vaggie - “What makes you think anyone would be into this?”

They heard some noises and it was Husk, who is purring as he gets massaged.

Husk - “You know, I, I don't hate this.” *chuckles*

Niffty, near Husk, is wearing a dominant outfit.

Niffty - “I'm ready to punish some bad boys!” *giggles*

Seeing Niffty and her outfit makes Husk give up.

Husk - *gets up* “...Never mind, I-I'm out!”

One female sinner approaches a red-faced Hardy.

Female Sinner - *flirty* “Hey there, handsome~”

Hardy - *high-pitched voice* “I-I-I-I-I-I--“

Suddenly, as his face becomes shiny bright red, steam starts to blow out of his ears while making a high-pitched whistle, then he falls to the floor out cold with his eyes swirling in dizziness and foam coming out of his mouth like he had a seizure attack. The female sinner looked at him in confusion.

Blitz - *annoyed* “Oh great! Now you broke Hardy!”

Then he yelped cause he felt somebody pinched his butt. He turned and saw a male flirty sinner who did it and made a clicking flirty sound. Angered, he still shield Sophie’s eyes with one hand, and punched the sinner with the other hand that sent him flying across the room.

A demon with snake hair comes up behind Charlie and starts giving her a massage. Other demons begin coming towards Charlie and rubbing themselves against her

Charlie - *creeped out* “Okay, hello there. Hi. Um. Hm. Hm,”

Vaggie pulls Charlie away from the other demons.

Vaggie - “Ugh! I can't fucking believe I let you drag us here, Angel. This is disgusting.”

Charlie - “It's no big deal, Vaggie. You know, maybe I can just help, uh-“

Vaggie - “No. I told you you could trust me, and I'm not going to let you down. walks away from Charlie I just need to teach them, the way I was taught…”

As she said this, Vaggie smiles with excitement when she has the perfect trust exercise for all of them.

()()()()()()()()

The group is standing on a rooftop with half-destroyed buildings all around them. Everyone was shocked that the exercise had taken them to a live turf war battlefield with guns blazing in the background, demons screaming, and explosions booming.

Charlie - *shouting over the other demons' screaming* “THIS IS HOW YOU LEARNED TO TRUST PEOPLE?!”

On the ground, demons are shooting each other, brawling with weapons, and one demon is on fire, screaming and running around while others are still enjoying the carnage.

Cactus Cowboy Demon - “Yee-haw!”

Punk Demon - “Let's go, Baby!”

Cactus Cowboy Demon - “Bring it on, Bitch!”

Back at the rooftop, Vaggie makes a drill sergeant march.

Vaggie - *drill sergeant style* “There is nothing stronger than the trust between comrades in arms. Buckle up, buttercups, because today you boys become men!”

There is a loud explosion in the background, sending shockwaves that sways Vaggie's hair with a satisfying smile. Vaggie advances on Pentious.

Vaggie - “You, *picks up Pentious*

Sir Pentious - “Wait, wait! I can't fight without my minions-“

Vaggie - “Are gonna survive together!”

Vaggie throws Sir Pentious off the building before turning to Angel Dust:

Vaggie - “And you,”

Vaggie - “And you,”

Angel - “D-don't you even think about it-“

Vaggie - “-are gonna make this hotel work!”

As part of their trust exercise and Angel's punishment for the BDSM sex dungeon suggestion, Vaggie takes Angel up and throws him off of the roof. She then approaches Lucious, Sonya and Liz.

Vaggie - “And you,”

Sonya - *nervously* “Now wait-wait-wait-wait, let's talk about-“

Vaggie - “Are going to put aside your differences!”

Vaggie picks up Sonya and Lucious and throws them both off the building in order to get them to stop fighting each other, with Liz, unfortunately, being pulled along by Sonya as they share the same body.

Vaggie turns to Hardy, but he waves his hands frantically.

Hardy - *frantic* “No need, no need! I'll just jump by myself!”

Hardy quickly climbs on the ledge and then leaps off the building so Vaggie doesn't throw him. Then she turned to Blitz who was holding Sophie’s in his arms.

Blitz - “I’m not jumping down there. And there is NO WAY Sophie is going down there to fight.”

Vaggie - “But you need to learn how to trust your comrades! And be there for them too.”

Vaggie then pulls gently Sophie out of Blitz's arms and put her down, and then lifts Blitz up and throws him off the building.

Vaggie - *shouts* And don't you dare try to fly back up here!

Niffty bounces next to Vaggie, her arms raised with excitement, and psychotically smiling with anticipation.

Niffty - *excited* “My turn, my turn!”

Vaggie picks up Niffty as Husk goes back into the inside of the building, not wanting to get involved and realizing how far this exercise has gone. Vaggie makes to throw Niffty, but Charlie snatches her up before she can.

Charlie - “Vaggie! No!”

Vaggie - “This is the only way they'll learn, Charlie.”

Charlie - “No, it's not. *puts down Niffty* There are other ways. It just takes time!”

As Charlie talks to Vaggie, Niffty looks back at Charlie, asking to be lifted. When Charlie ignores her, Niffty jumps off of the building herself. In the off-screen background, Pentious, Angel, Hardy, Sonya, Liz, Lucious, Blitz, and Niffty are being heard fighting against hordes of demons.

Vaggie - “Time we don't have! How many Exterminations will have gone by before these idiots get their shit together? How many times will we have to watch your people be killed before we make headway?” *turns away from Charlie*

Charlie - “Vaggie,”

Vaggie - “I took charge today and it all went sideways. I'm supposed to make your dreams a reality. I'm supposed to protect you. *takes Charlie by the shoulders* I'm supposed to never fail you. *goes back to the edge of the rooftop*

Angel - *in the background* “I blame you for this, you crazy bitch!”

Charlie - “You didn't fail me. Vaggie, you're not-you're not-“

Vaggie - *sad* “If I can't help you, what's the point of me?”

Charlie - *gasps* “Vaggie, don't say that! You do so much! It's-“

Vaggie - “I'm sorry. I'd... I'd like to be alone for a minute.”

As Charlie grabbed Sophie’s hand, she began walking to the other side of the rooftop, an exhausted Angel comes out of the door, carrying a battered, but intact Sir Pentious, before he throws him onto the roof.

Angel - *panting* “Made it!”

Charlie - *walks to door* “Let's go home, guys.”

Angel - *annoyed* “Ugh! I just walked up all those stairs!”

As Angel pulls Sir Pentious back down the stairs, Vaggie stays on the rooftop by herself, looking at all the destroyed buildings around her.

()()()()()()()()

Carmilla Carmine, Odette, Clara and Zestial all in a room together, with Frank spying on them from behind a pot plant. Carmilla mutters in Spanish as she pours herself a drink, before beginning to down the bottle instead of the glass she poured for herself.

Zestial - *concerned* “Carmilla, what troubles thou? Losing thy composure is unlike thee.”

Carmilla - *sighs* “It's nothing, Zestial, really.”

Zestial - “The felled angel... t'was by thy hand, was it not?”

Carmilla - “Let's not talk about it.”

Clara - “Mom, maybe he should know.”

Carmilla - “Nobody should know. I did what I had to do. I am not discussing this.”

Zestial - *lays hand on her shoulder, before singing in a soulful tone.*

♪ What weighs on your soul, old friend? I implore you to share the load! ♪

♪ If it was thou who slew the angel, why not let your strength be known? ♪

Carmilla - ♪ I always thought... ♪

♪ That I would keep blood off my face. ♪

♪ But when that thing attacked, I had to act, to cross that line and keep them safe. ♪

♪ But if anyone knew, then all of Hell would rise to war, and who's to say? ♪

♪ Who'd survive the fray? I might lose the ones that I'd been killing for! ♪

♪ So, I'll *Clara and Odette come over to her and she wraps her arms around them* I'll be your keeper! ♪

♪ Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes! ♪

Carmilla is also speaking to Zestial in the next line, who seems surprised that Carmilla wants to keep him safe as well

♪ I'll keep you safe and keep this secret. ♪

The scene changes to Vaggie, now at the foot of the hotel and beginning to climb up it

Vaggie - ♪ When I saw your face, you made me feel like a stranger in a brand new place ♪

♪ And it felt so good to be understood! ♪

♪ But there's so much I wished that I could say ♪

♪ So I, I'll be your armour ♪

♪ Do whatever it takes, I'll make the mistakes ♪

♪ I'll spend my life being your partner ♪

♪ Carmilla - And I don't know what we might face ♪

♪ But I know I can't replace you ♪

♪ So I'll do anything to save you ♪

Vaggie: ♪ And I will try to make your dreams come true ♪

Both - Whatever we go through

♪ I know I ♪

Carmilla - ♪ I'll be your keeper ♪

Vaggie - ♪ I'll be your armour ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

Carmilla - ♪ I'll make the mistakes ♪

Vaggie - ♪ I'll make the mistakes ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

()()()()()()()()()

The Egg Boiz scavenging for weapons, parts, and garbage in a dumpster.

Egg Boiz - “Ohhhh, this one smells like fun *laughs* Oh, I love garbage.”

The elevator door rings, and Alastor is waiting for the Egg Boi, Frank, to return after spying on Carmilla and Zestial. He's bout to join the others when Alastor stops him.

Alastor - “So, what did you hear?”

Egg Boiz - “First, the old guy w-was all, "Y-you're not yourself. You're the one who killed the angel," a-a-and, she was all , "♪ Whatever it takes ♪"

Alastor - “And then what was the last thing?"

Egg Boiz - “She killed the angel?”

Alastor - *intriged* “Interesting. Lets keep this between us *makes a evil grin that statics the whole screen for a brief moment* Shall we?”

Egg Boiz - *unfazed* “You got it, boss!”

Frank salutes to Alastor.

()()()()()()()()()()

Back at the inside of the hotel, Charlie looks down after a disastrous trust exercise. Vaggie came on the balcony to see her.

Vaggie - *waves* “Hey.”

Charlie - *waves* “Hey.”

Vaggie - *sighs* “I'm sorry I got so crazy today.”

Charlie - *grabs Vaggie's hand* “No, no, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I put pressure on you. We work as a team. I guess I just thought all this would be easier, but, we'll figure it out, together. I mean, look what your exercise did for them.”

Hardy, Blitz, Sonya, Liz, Lucious, Angel, Pentious, and Niffty are all laughing amongst themselves after one crazy battle against the demons in a turf war. Sophie was even down there listening to their stories.

Sonya - “I have to admit that was one of the best fights I was in it!”

Liz - “Hell yeah! Especially when we switch places and I cut that guy arm off with the scissors and he was like *mockingly* Oww!! My arm!! And then when I put that fire stick in that other guy mouth and he blew up in pieces!”

Angel - “I have to admit you twins have guts!”

Blitz - “Remember when Hardy tied those two tiny imps' tails together and use them as a nunchuck? Ha! That was epic and a riot at the same time!”

Hardy - “When you watch Jackie Chan movies as much as I have, you learn to use anything as a fighting weapon. Still, that wasn't as impressive as that magic move you made, my man. *friendly jabs him in the shoulder*

Blitz - “Well I did learn from my mother since she was great as magic. I have been told I am one of the most powerful magic demons.”

Sophie - “Blitzy is even going to teach me with my powers!”

Sonya - “Yeah! You gotta show me magic like that! *to Lucious* I’ll admit your laser gun was pretty cool on how you shot those assholes to ashes.”

Lucious - *eyes glitter* “You mean it?!”

Sonya - *annoyed* “Yes but don’t push your luck.”

Angel - “Hey, remember when that buff guy started beating the shit outta snake boy?”

Sir Pentious - “*laughs* Yes, and with the dismembered arm, *laughs* Yes, that was... particularly unpleasant. *dejected*

Niffty - *giggles* I liked that part *giggles*

Husk - “Well... hey, at least you can take a beating like a champ. *comes over and pats him* You did okay, new kid.”

Sir Pentious - *touched* “...Really? Oh well, I suppose I did get into a little of the old, rough and tumble today. *laughs* And uh, thank you for pulling me out of there.”

Everyone laughs with enjoyment, but Niffty slightly ruins the moment when by continuously laughing manically, causing the others to stop and witness her insanity.

Vaggie - “Well, how about that?”

The front door opens, and Alastor enters the hotel with the Egg Boiz minions tailing behind him. Sonya quickly hide behind the couch in fear. Vaggie notices them and calls out to Alastor.

Vaggie - “Alastor. failed to get rid of the eggs, I see.”

Alastor - “Yes, well, the little monsters prove to be rather useful.”

At the end of the sentence, Alastor glows with excitement over the new information he received about the overlords.

Vaggie - “Why don't you give them back to Pentious.”

Upon hearing this, Pentious gets teary when Vaggie is allowing him to keep his minions.

Sir Pentious - *teary* “Really?”

Vaggie - “Yeah. After today, I guess I can trust you with them. But seriously, *narrows eyes in seriousness* no more weapons.”

Pentious gets emotionally and slithers down to hug his Egg Boiz as Alastor walks away.

Sir Pentious - “Ahhh! My eggs! Yay. Ah, it's so good to have you back. *drops the Egg Boiz* Now, go clean my quarters this instant!”

At his command, the Egg Boiz immediately scatters away as Charlie and Vaggie watched them leave.

Charlie - “Maybe, things 'll move fast than you think.”

()()()()()()()()

At the end of the day, Pentious is seen getting ready for bed in his room with his Egg Boiz in tow and pajamas.

Sir Pentious - “Ah! How was your day with Alastor, my minions?”

Frank - “It was awesome boss, I went to this meeting and there was a knife lady, an old guy, and a dinosaur!”

Sir Pentious - “Mmm, that's nice.”

Frank - “And the knife lady killed an angel! And I... was not supposed to talk about it.”

Sir Pentious, however, does not believe him at all.

Sir Pentious - “Oh, I'm so sure and maybe you'll meet Martians tomorrow, but now is time for sleep. Good Night Eggies.”

The Egg Boiz roll over to Sir Pentious and cuddle together as Frank yawns to sleep.

The End.

[celestelunisea16]

If cowboy king has a child im on the fence on whether it would happen by magic mishap or adoption

like they go missing for half a month and then show up with a baby that looks suspiciously like them

or they just have a baby one day and no one questions it

Hmm... Well, Anon, you've got a good thought here. I'm honestly questioning whether it could be either one of those too.

See, I can see them end up adopting a child one day and, if taken to real life terms, are unable to naturally have a baby. Like they would both want to try and be parents to a kid, so they would want to adopt one. The adoption process would take a while though so yeah they'd probably go missing like that.

Magic mishap would probably be like... a possibility if you go with non-real life terms. Like you could have Lucifer try teaching Starlo some kind of demon magic that is supposed to be for defending himself, only for Starlo to mess up and *poof* there is a KID that looks almost like a little version of him and/or Lucifer right where he was aiming at.

Either that or if Lucifer did give birth to Charlie himself (which idk completely if it was confirmed yet or not), then that could also happen.

I can tell you, everyone is so confused on how these two had a kid in a month, especially based on the issues-

I can see everyone be just absolutely wondering, but not asking how it happened.

The Four would be crying over the fact their boss has a kid with Lucifer. Not sad crying, but happy crying. Ceroba is just looking at them hoping the same thing never happens like what happened with her family. Martlet is just happy for them and the same goes with Dalv being happy for them as well. If Clover is still alive, they're excited to be a big broister.

Everyone in the hotel, though? I'm pretty sure Charlie is excited, cause she gets a little sibling. To which that excitement spreads all over the hotel causing everyone to absolutely be like uncles and aunties to the lil' Star baby.

I can tell you that if they go to visit Starlo's family, though, that baby is being absolutely loved. Solomon and Crestina are absolutely excited that they're grandparents and that they have a grandchild! I can't see Orion being excited about it, but I can see him picking on Starlo for becoming a dad to a kid (blood related) before he even did. I can also see Orion as being a chill but tough uncle to the kid once they get older.

I feel like that kid would have a name that relates to a biblogical character or a name of something from the stars? Like if it was a girl, maybe Apphila or Nova? Or if it was a boy, maybe Boaz or Castor? (Most likely Castor)

The adoption one is probably the most possible, but it's mostly up to fate on their end, I think.

(... But if they have a baby naturally, I wonder how they'd look and act-?)

[razberrypuck]

ep 102 liveblog

jehfjegdg thank you for this intro condi

NO THEYRE LEAVING ALREADY?????

GRYFFON 🙏🙏🙏

JAHSJWUDHSH "chip, I can't lie, tell him he did good out there"

chip flat out lying so hard it made grizz break character

"because the beyond section is actually navy ran" "whaaaaat D:????? noooooo!!!!"

"its government subsidized fucking mystery cave. fucking sure I guess."

"she told her no" "thanks for listening, gryffon" "no problem"

QUEEN 👏👏👏👏

"okay queen is being based right now" YEAHH YOU GET IT GILL

"can I just insight check queen" JWHWHDHAGDY

QUEEN I LOVE YOU <33333

jay: I was right to be angry, right? she was kinda making me feel bad about it

gillion: you reacted more than -- MORE than fairly

chip: I have a lot of opinions, none of them matter. I'm not gonna tell you how to feel.

gill giggling at chip going "I'll show you my hidden darkness" we love visible character development he would've gotten ready to throw down if this were early campaign

"no, it's like a metaphor" "a meta for what?"

gillion quietly trying to comfort jay im not okay..............

gillion: I'm just gonna be straight with you guys, if they fucking....murked a god of the undersea or something, or disrupted the natural order of life, I might be up for a little war."

jay and chip immediately being down to join the war on the side of the undersea hello???? they weren't lying these captains really are ride or die

hey actually I want to talk abt how MUCH having gillion be their moral backbone (whether they like it or not) has changed chip and jay. I don't have the words right now but I want to talk about it. you get it.

GRIZZ DO NOT BRING UP EDYN HOW COULD YOU

OHHH GRIZZ HOW FUCKING COULD YOU

OHHHH ITS AVA'S HANDWRITING ISNT IT

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF >:[

" 'your face makes it look like a good memory' and I close her hand over the pin" GILLION TIDESTRIDER

gillion's trying so hard to bring jay comfort dude ohh my god. im so emotional over them.

JSJFJSH TAKING A SAFETY SNIFF

"he's not evil. he's just angry." "and a dick." "and a dick."

"we've got an arlin to find" "well, I was thinking first, maybe we could... see what was going on with edyn" OH CHIP. EVERYONES BEEN GOING THROUGH FAMILY SHIT AND HE KNOWS HOW WORRIED GILLS BEEN OHH HE WANTS TO BRING GILL TO HIS SISTER CHIPPPPPPP

hes a little confused but he's got the spirit

oh chip picked up on gill changing the subject 👀

"okay. I'd like that." STOP GILLION YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME. hes forcing himself to be more open gillion I love you

EARLLLL

JAHDHSJD WALKS OUT IMMEDIATELY CALLING OUT DREY LOVE YOU EARL

BEST FRIEND????????

drey earl stole your bestie

chip and gillion suspicious of queen

give me finn please gillion go see your grandpa

FINN TIDESTRIDER

"the g-paw dap is the nose squeeze" AWH

NOOO THEY EXPIDITED IT GRANDPA COME BACK

enza <333

"I dap her up as soon as she comes through the portal" "I give her a refreshing earl juice drink" "I give her a hug and I say hi" enza just join the crew fr they love you

JAHRHEJ CHARLIE

THE FUCKING COMPASS

OHHHH CHIP. HIS DEEPEST DESIRE IN THIS EXACT MOMENT IS TO HELP REUNITE GILL AND EDYN FUCK OFFFFFFF

grizz what are you doing.

PERMANENTLY INCREASE HIS STRENGTH BY ONE??????? HELLO???????

GRIZZ

THE FUCKING SUN DREAM AGAIN

YEAHHHH JAY YES JAY

JAY HETEROCHROMIA POG???????? HOLY SHIT??????????

JAYYYYYYYYY 👏👏👏👏👏👏

"I'd like to go whaling" "gillion just looks at you until you stop having the idea" "okay nevermind I don't want to go whaling"

oh jay wants to call ollie :[

the fact that zero could see the whole fight. dude. that's kinda sick.

"did we take you to the BLOCK?????" "ollie I'm happy you're home." jsjdnsfbfj

"they call me uncle rizz ferin" JDJFJSJFHHSH DREY

"I cast protection of evil and sex on myself"

JAFHSGDHS BIZLY AND CHARLIE FREAKING OUT

oh they really didn't think about their disguised huh

AMANDA RINN???? AMANDA RINN????????

"we're the boobatross"

blonde chip with big pants, pants elemental, and jeay ferin

lionel starr, jortstorm, and gene applebottom

JULIAN!!!!!!!!!!! JULIAN MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAPTAIN AMANDA RINN

GILL DONT GILL DONT GILL DONT

"lionel starr has never been married he doesn't believe in it"

HOW DID THEY FUCK THIS UP SO BAD?????????

NOOO THEY GOT ARRESTED

jahdhdhf amanda I love you

"what do you want me to say to her, I forgot I have the message spell" "move on, he's dead"

gillion head in hands

JAHDHSJD GILL KISSED HIM ON THE FOREHEAD

gillion's better at lying than chip?????

"they don't like you, but you get through"

gill immediately assuming edyn must be mad at him :((((

"happy low-tide to ya"

oh she hasn't come back.

oh she's letting him use her callnch........

please please please

"hiiiiiiii. it's, um... hi, edyn, it's me, gillion. um, just... wanted to give you a call. I know you might've seen the number and thought it was weird. um, but, in case you're by the phone right now and are just letting it ring out or something, 'cuz you thought it was work and are quitting, I'm just gonna scream really loud in case you're somewhere nearby -- [gillion screaming] -- in case you just hear that and you wanna run into the room and pick it up, 'cuz I know you can hear the voice message, um... okay, um, well... I just wanted to tell you that I, um, kinda sorta broke my phone, um... 'cuz I was really scared. and. I know you're okay, but I hope you're okay. um... I know you're out there doing really really big stuff... but... your little brother really misses you, especially lately. and... would give a lot to hear your voice again, um... I hope the gods bring us together soon, and... I just wanted to tell you that chip, jay, and I, and all of the other riptide pirates are sailing into the black sea, and it's, um... it's pretty dangerous stuff. I've got no doubt that we'll come back, and... sooner or later, our paths will cross, I just... I pray that it's sooner. I was... really upset. but. I think I can understand now, if you gave me a chance. And, um... I hope that this is the last message that we leave for each other. love you a medan, edyn. nope. that's nothing. love you a -- love you a m-mu-mi-gh-gu-mm- bye."

his deepest desire is still for gill to see edyn

northern sea. that's where the capital is. she's in the undersea.

"it's like if you found out your plug was a cop, but he's still your plug" I love you gillion tidestrider

"narc to narc" JAHDHWKJF GILLION

"we're the types of characters that would start making noises to comfort each other"

yooo cave song (not normal about how, once again, gillion is the one to start the song stuff)

it's a portal, not an actual gate. interesting.

the black sea is just one massive dead zone isn't it. god.

THE TREE. THE TREE. ITS THE TREE.

FUCKING GOOP BEETLES. GOOP MONSTERS.