#charlie big potato

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Skunk Anansie - Charlie Big Potato

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

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Strawberry Pie 🍓 ~ F.W.

Part 1 • Black Bikini

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

Warnings: thigh riding, cursing, mentions of sex

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Your POV:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fred’s POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Count me in.”

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

𐐪𐑂 In the Night Garden

𐐪𐑂 Tweenies

𐐪𐑂 JoJo and Gran Gran

𐐪𐑂 Five Minutes More

𐐪𐑂 Charlie and Lola

𐐪𐑂 Wordgirl

𐐪𐑂 Molly of Denali

𐐪𐑂 Xavier Riddle and the Secret Museum

𐐪𐑂 Super Why!

𐐪𐑂 Clifford’s Puppy Days

𐐪𐑂 Pinkalicious and Peterrific

𐐪𐑂 The Koala Brothers

𐐪𐑂 Elliot Moose

𐐪𐑂 Vida the Vet

𐐪𐑂 Fantasy Patrol

𐐪𐑂 Fairyteens

𐐪𐑂 My Big Big Friend

𐐪𐑂 Clangers

𐐪𐑂 The Adventures of Abney & Teal

𐐪𐑂 The Adventures of the Little Prince (1978)

𐐪𐑂 Animal Mechanicals

𐐪𐑂 Love Monster

𐐪𐑂 Carl’s Car Wash

𐐪𐑂 Charley & Mimoo/Charley Goes to School

𐐪𐑂 Toopy and Binoo

𐐪𐑂 Barbapapa

𐐪𐑂 The Biskitts

𐐪𐑂 Louie

𐐪𐑂 Trotro

𐐪𐑂 Hey Duggie

𐐪𐑂 Florrie’s Dragon

𐐪𐑂 The Bellflower Bunnies

𐐪𐑂 Bing

𐐪𐑂 Pocoyo

𐐪𐑂 Mio Mao

𐐪𐑂 Chip and Potato

𐐪𐑂 Little Brown Bear

𐐪𐑂 Princess Starla and the Jewel Riders

𐐪𐑂 Angel’s Friends

𐐪𐑂 Huntik: Secrets & Seekers

𐐪𐑂 Poppetstown

𐐪𐑂 Bounty Hamster

𐐪𐑂 Ebb and Flow

𐐪𐑂 PB&J Otter

𐐪𐑂 Theodore Tugboat

𐐪𐑂 The Save-Ums!

𐐪𐑂 Fantastic Max

𐐪𐑂 Danger Rangers

𐐪𐑂 Higglytown Heroes

𐐪𐑂 Slugterra

𐐪𐑂 Earth to Luna

𐐪𐑂 Noozles

𐐪𐑂 Danger Mouse (1992)

𐐪𐑂 Sarah and Duck

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i like to think annabeth can pick up percy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The guys go out to get ice cream ^_^

what I think they would get.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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OC map 2024!

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

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

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

Address book is under line:

Central Jorvik:

Jorvik city:

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

Crater of Jor:

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

Firgrove:

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

Firgrove Village:

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

Starshine Ranch:

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

Goldenhills Valley:

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

Cape West Fishing Village:

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

Harvest Counties:

Crescent Moon:

Feya Elfchild - Lives alone

Jarlaheim:

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

Jorvik Stables:

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

New Hillcrest:

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

Mistfall:

Dundull:

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

Wildwoods:

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

North of Northern Mountains:

Donna Buttergood

Silverglade:

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

Fort Pinta:

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

Moorland Stables:

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

Silverglade Manor:

Nahla Wolfwalker - Half kalter on a quest

Silverglade Village:

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

South Hoof Peninsula:

Ines - Lives in the cottage south of the Rescue Ranch

South Hoof Rescue Ranch:

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

Valedale:

Hollowwoods:

Damian - Lives with his family

Silversong River:

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

Valedale Village:

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

Homeless:

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

[l7nns31deb109]

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

AHHH OMG I LOVE THIS REQUEST!!!!

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

Pippin

•LOVES brain rot memes

•unironically watched skidbi toilet once

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

•^everyone gets so sick of him smh

•(this is niche but) loves judyhopslover69 on tiktok

•^will quote “AHH IM SHIFTING!”

•calls people ‘sigma’ and ‘alpha’

•owns a wolf shirt

•loves ironic tee shirts

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

•loved the cursive singing trend

•talks about the rizzler and big aj

•”THAT GETS FIVE BIG BOOMS!”

Frodo

•dabbles in brain rot memes

•keeps up with TikTok lore

•^knows all the ash trevino and santos drama

•^will tell Sam about it

•weird sense of humor lowkey

•^ will laugh at a picture of cheese??

•used to be a dan and Phil stan

•has a secret account where he trolls people

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

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

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

•”mamma a girl behind YOU 💚”

•participated in brat summer

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

•stan twitter warrior

Sam

•doesn’t have tiktok and refuses to download it

•has a big Pinterest board with memes on it

•misses vine like a mofo

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

•”what does this mean im employed”

•^ learnt this from scrolling on tiktok on Frodos phone

•LOVES emojis

•^often communicates solely by emojis

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

•likes podcasts, listens to them while

gardening

•^him and merry def wanted to start one together

•likes niche memes

Merry

•tried to get a meme account popular on instagram

•had a minecraft YouTuber phase in 2020

•has a soundboard app downloaded and will use it

•loved icarly and Fred when he was younger

•quotes really cringy Stuff

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

•loves commenting on tiktoks

•^gets into arguments with people on there

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

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

•^they put pippin in drag one time

•reposts cringey stoner memes

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

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

[radioisntdead]

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

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

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

Hazbin hotel x Security guard! reader headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Violence was enacted!

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

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

Psst! You should join the discord

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Skunk Anansie - Charlie Big Potato

[fruity-mega-coconut69]

Jill Roberts x Reader fic, where R is so oblivious and in love with Jill that it doesn’t matter just how obvious Jill is at being Ghostface.

For example R figured out the motive and that Charlie is one of the Ghostfaces but Jill could literally be caught by R wearing a Ghostface outfit and R would be like: “Haha Jill that costume is way too big for you, you’re so funny. Anyways I think the other killer might be Trevor-“

While Jill is just standing there all: “??? tf You’re cute but god are you stupid”

Thank youuuu

Chicken For Dinner?

[pairings]: Jill Roberts x Reader

[summary]: You're too oblivious to see what is right in-front of your eyes, but that does not bother Jill at all

[warnings]: mentions of blood, but that's all i think

A/N: i don't now if i did this right or not, so tell me.

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Jill was in the bathroom of your house, washing her bloody knife in the kink while humming a random song to herself. You were taking a really late afternoon nap and she had a key to your house, so why bother going home and dealing with her mom? 

What she didn’t know was that you woke up and had noticed the light of the bathroom being on while making your way downstairs.  You went closer to the door and instantly smiled to yourself when you heard your girlfriend’s voice humming quietly. Opening the door, you stepped inside and quietly went over to Jill, wrapping your arms around her waist from behind. You felt her freeze as soon as your arms touched her. You looked down at the black clothing and shrugged. Brushing it off as one of your hoodies that she had borrowed. Then you glanced at the knife in the sink then looked at Jill in the mirror.

“ Hi, honey. Ooh. Is there chicken for dinner? “ You grinned brightly, your nose scrunching up as you did so.

Jill’s eyes widened and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, then her face evened and she smiled slightly. “ Yeah, there is. But you should take a shower first, huh?  How does that sound? “ She turned around to face you, cupping your face and pecking your lips. You nodded and let go of her, getting ready to shower. 

“I’ll prepare the chicken! “ With that she walked out and as soon as the door was closed behind her, she let out a breath of air. She shook her head slightly, chuckling. Jill went downstairs to your kitchen and immediately whipped out  her phone, ordering some chicken with mashed potatoes. She knew you would take a while in the shower so it was fine.

After a long wait the doorbell rang  and Jill rushed to it, quickly opening it. She smiled slightly at the delivery boy and took you guys’ dinner from him while pushing some money into his hands. She closed the door without saying anything and ran back to the kitchen when she heard the water stop running. Jill cursed to herself and reached up to one of the cupboards to take out two plates and two wine glasses. She took the ordered food into her hands and opened it, pouring it onto one of the plates. She did the same with the other one then bent down to the cupboard where she knew your parents kept the booze and wine. She looked at each of them then found your favorite. She took the wine glasses and poured the wine  into them.  

Jill put the plates on the table as well as the glasses. After a minute, she heard the door to the bathroom opening and footsteps approaching the kitchen. You stepped into it with a big smile on your face. “ Hi”

Jill giggled at your cuteness.” Hi, darling. Come sit. “ You sat down at the table, her following suit.

After a couple of comfortable silence, you spoke up. “ So, I've been thinking…..” You looked up from your food to look at Jill. “ And I think I know who the second ghostface is. I mean, we know that Charlie from biology is one, right? “ She nodded slowly and signaled for you to continue. “ And I think the other one could be that….guy. The-the….one from,uhm. English class! “

Jill’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ T-Trevor! Yeah, Trevor! “ You glanced at her, waiting for her opinion. 

“ Trevor? As in my cheating ex, Trevor? “ 

You nodded, but frowned at the realization of Trevor’s and Jills relationship status. “ Well, I guess that could happen, yes. '' Jill tried to hold back a laugh as she nodded along with you. You smile, proud of yourself. 

“Oh and by the way, I want my hoodie back “

She looked at you.” Your……hoodie? “

“Yes, the one on the bathroom floor? “ You waved your hands around while talking, trying to get her to understand. Realization hit her and she couldn’t hold back her laugh anymore as she started laughing quietly. 

“What?! “ You looked at her in disbelief. “ What did I say? “ 

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A/N: okay, but i'm positive that this is the shortest and it annoys me so much, but i can't write more.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

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

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

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

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

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

*slams fists on table*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The face registers. The lieutenant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What is this?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alastor could sympathise with such a plight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He simply couldn't tell.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, there you are, Sinner."

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

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

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

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

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

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

"I-..."

"Dad!"

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

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

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

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

Oh. Oh no.

He felt it.

Wet.

She's sobbing into his shirt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He played a laugh track, as expected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaking of ludicrous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 11

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I always place my bookmark at the end of the chapter when I start reading to indicate the number of pages I have in a session, and this chapter is comparatively so short! Only like 20ish pages!

Once again, Charlie has abandoned me, but I am back on my soy lattes with matcha to accompany this chapter. Oversharing but; I ran out of my ceremonial grade matcha (delicious af) and tried a local tea shops matcha (much cheaper, still delicious, but texture and colour are very different). The matcha is tasty but definitely not the same. My wallet is happy, my taste buds are forlorn.

Minor angst aside- Let's get into this chapter!

Corpse?! Already! Starting this chapter off strong with maybe another death? I mean, Liu Qingge has 0 chance against Luo Binge, but still.

I will say MXTX is great at starting and ending chapters with anticipation. Like there is no filler chapter. She ends AND starts on action every time. It has made my one chapter a day read low key frustrating, but has definitely kept me engaged!

Wait. What corpse is Luo Binhe holding??? If it's Shen Qingqiu that is so fuckedp245

Double WAIT. What are they doing in the bed together :O OMG is he sleeping with the corpse?? p246

Im shaken. LOL It IS Shen Qingqiu's corpse. p247

Fucking SAME SQQ. Necrophilia is also not for me my guy "Too hardcore...Way too fucking hardcore! Even if his imagination had been as vast as the moon covered with craters, he had still never imagined that one day he would become a character in this kind of hardcore kink play". p247

SQQ I really don't think it can be called bullying to have the guy let go of your own corpse (that was being super desecrated) p248

okay but. question: did he sleep or SLEEP with the corpse? I need to know because I am overwhelmed at this revelation. Both are unhinged, but like one of them is significantly worse.

honestly, SQQ, I too want to know how that corpse is being preserved p248

NOT CORPSE HOT POTATO p249

LOL at Liu Qingge panicking about touching the corpse's flesh. Like sure, I get it, if that was my friend/sect sibling's body I would be horrified at the man handling p249

oh! His (SQQ) sword (and Luo Binghe's old sword??) is repaired!! that's rad! p250

Oh gosh. Luo Binghe is Big Mad that they are snatching his corpse boyfriend p250

Thank god that SQQ was able to get Liu Qingge to to actually leave- this could have been awful. p251

aaaaaaaand what a time for SQQ to have a change of heart about Luo Binghe. He is SO soft for him. 10000% he is going to get himself killed -> again. p251

OMG he was so close to telling him his identity and the confession was disrupted vie him being kidnapped! p252

wait- who else broke in?? was it Shang Qinghua? p253 ofc MXTX loves to leave little cliff hangers.

Oh no, Luo Binghe did remember to activate the demon blood mites. poor SQQ. p254

meanwhile SQQ is basically dying (not actually but he sure feels like he is) and is having an entire mindmap thought journey about how Luo BInghe came to this level of infatuation with himp254

we now have SQQ questioning his worldview, his entire life, himself as an individual, every choice he has ever made, and a his own sexuality. poor babe. p255

oh shit. Wait- what's the cure for the blood mites?? Who is this guy??? p256

are you fucking kidding me. LOL omg. Another demon. I just went to my notes from yesterday and this applied, but make it 3 dimes. "Shen Qingqiu (probably): if I had a dime for every time I had demonic blood poisoning me I would have two, and that's not a lot, but fucked up it happened twice. LOL" at this point should I keep a dime count??

omg! is he attacking him now from within the dream realm??? p258 so scary!

okay he is not attacking SQQ he is attacking HIMSELF. Luo Binghe is not okay. The level of unwell he is exhibiting is frankly, quite alarming. p259

all of this self harming because he lost his shizun's corpse omg

Well... at least luo binghe is apologizing for the water prison? p261

and here we have SQQ having a crisis about not wanting to be near Luo Binghe while he simultaneously cannot resist patting his head anyways p262

oh god. baby luo binghe intentionally kept all of the scars that Shen Qinqiu gave him. what the fuck I'm emotional. p263

Wel it's about time. SQQ finally figured out he fucked up treating Luo Binghe like a character and not a person. BUT, based on the last line of this chapter, I have a suspicion that 1. luo binghe is not himself (someone else impersonating him??) OR Luo Binghe knows exactly what the fuck he is dong.

I cannot with these cliffhangers!

I need to know who this other demon is and who is controlling this dream rn. I did take a look ahead at page count and the next couple chapters are very short AND end book 2, so I am not looking forward to likely more drama and another several cliffhangers.

pray 4 me.

[erenfxrever]

coraline au | not my au | radioapple

creds to @deadspaceguy for coming up with this! <3

The other papa leaped on the piano seat as he readied his hands, raising them up above the keys. Finally, he slammed them down, the notes ringing out around the house.

  “Making up a song about Charlie…she’s a peach, she’s a doll, she’s a pal of miiine…” Lucifer grinned, his grin almost resembling the other father’s.

  “She’s as cute as a button, in the eyes of everyone who ever laid their eyes on Char-a-lieee…”

Charlie’s mouth hung in awe, her eyes shining with amazement. She hadn’t seen Lucifer this joyful since his and Alastor’s wedding, which was many years ago. After their honeymoon Lucifer had always been busy with work. Not to mention, her papa couldn’t even play piano.

  All of the sudden two gloved hands sprung up from the piano, the violin matching the piano’s rhythm.

  “When she comes around exploring, me and dad will never make it boring, our eyes will be on Char-a-lie-”

  “I, uh…sorry, but Al told me to tell you that the food is ready…erm.”

Lucifer spun around, the smile from earlier still plastered across his face.

  “Mmm…who’s starving, raise your hand?” Lucifer lightly grabbed Charlie’s wrist, raising it into the air. Charlie giggled, a smile forming on her own lips.

  “Well we should give our thanks to your lovely father, who cooked us this delicious deer. You really didn’t have to go hunting today, Al.”

  “I know how much our little Charlotte loves roasted deer, mon ange…” Alastor directed his gaze to Charlie, who rolled her eyes at the nickname. Lucifer giggled, leaning across the table to kiss Alastor’s cheek. “Oh, hush up now…you know Char-Char hates that.” Alastor blushed and gripped his fork, ringing the bell across from him. Charlie’s smirk widened as she immediately grabbed a part of the venison, taking a healthy bite from the thickest part.

  “Mmm! This is really good!”

  Alastor laughed. “Hungry, are we?”

  “Yeah,” Charlie replied, scooping mashed potatoes onto her plate. “But do we have any gravy?”

Lucifer gave her a loving smile, tapping his fingers on the table while staring intently at her.

  “Well I’m glad you asked! Here comes the gravy train…choo choo!”

At that moment a train made its way around the table, stopping in front of Charlie to pour a generous amount of gravy onto her plate.

  “Another roll? Sweet peas? Corn on the cob?” Alastor questioned, growing closer to Charlie with each listing.

  “I’m, like, really thirsty,” Charlie responded, leaning back in her chair haphazardly.

  “Of course, dear!” Alastor shot back. “Any requests?”

Charlie thought for a moment. “Strawberry milkshake?” Vaggie had told her strawberry milkshakes were her favorite, causing her to blush a little. The chandelier above her lowered, the spout pouring out a lovely blush-pink mixture. Charlie gulped it down, savoring the sweet taste. It smelled just like Vaggie too, Charlie thought.

  Suddenly her papa set out a delicious-looking pink frosted cake in front of her, the hot pink words spelling out “Welcome home!”.

  Charlie’s smile disappeared as fast as it came.

  “H-home?”

Alastor got up behind Lucifer’s chair, rubbing his shoulders rhythmically.

  “We’ve been waiting for you, Char.” Lucifer smiled warmly, his big black buttons becoming very apparent to Charlie.

  “For…me?”

  “Yes! Isn’t quite the same here without you…Charlie.”

Charlie wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a little uneasy. “I didn’t know I had an other father.”

  “Of course you do, darling! Everyone does,” Alastor butt in, his eyes too, gleaming.

  “Really?”

  “Uh-huh! Now once you’re done eating, I thought we could play a game! You know how much papa loves games,” Lucifer spoke. He tapped his fingers faster on the table.

this is just part one !! stay tuned :)

[bunnelbaby]

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

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

𐐪𐑂 Gabby’s Dollhouse

𐐪𐑂 Jessica’s Big Little World

𐐪𐑂 Elena of Avalor

𐐪𐑂 Sofia the First

𐐪𐑂 Nella the Princess Knight

𐐪𐑂 Ariel

𐐪𐑂 Molly of Denali

𐐪𐑂 Alma’s Way

𐐪𐑂 Rosie’s Rules

𐐪𐑂 Mia and Me

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow Bubblegem

𐐪𐑂 Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

𐐪𐑂 Rapunzel’s Tangled Adventure

𐐪𐑂 Miraculous Ladybug

𐐪𐑂 Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts

𐐪𐑂 Hilda

𐐪𐑂 Jentry Chau Vs. The Underworld

𐐪𐑂 Dee & Friends in Oz

𐐪𐑂 Dew Drop Diaries

𐐪𐑂 Ada Twist, Scientist

𐐪𐑂 Monster High

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow High

𐐪𐑂 Ever After High

𐐪𐑂 Mermaid High

𐐪𐑂 Supernatural Academy

𐐪𐑂 Unicorn Academy

𐐪𐑂 Lalaloopsy

𐐪𐑂 Barbie

𐐪𐑂 Bratz

𐐪𐑂 Enchantimals

𐐪𐑂 Mira, Royal Detective

𐐪𐑂 Alice’s Wonderland Bakery

𐐪𐑂 Kiya & the Kimoja Heroes

𐐪𐑂 Minnie’s Bow-Toons

𐐪𐑂 Butterbean’s Café

𐐪𐑂 Zoobles!

𐐪𐑂 DC Super Hero Girls

𐐪𐑂 Carmen Sandiego

𐐪𐑂 Star Darlings

𐐪𐑂 Princess Starla and the Jewel Riders

𐐪𐑂 Jem and the Holograms

𐐪𐑂 Angel’s Friends

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow Rangers

𐐪𐑂 Charlie and Lola

𐐪𐑂 Sunny Day

𐐪𐑂 Polly Pocket

𐐪𐑂 Puppy in My Pocket: Adventures in Pocketville

𐐪𐑂 Abby Hatcher

𐐪𐑂 Angelina Ballerina

𐐪𐑂 PopPixie

𐐪𐑂 Mermaid Magic

𐐪𐑂 Princess Tutu

𐐪𐑂 Tokyo Mew Mew

𐐪𐑂 Catch! Teenieping

𐐪𐑂 Flowering Heart

𐐪𐑂 Komi Witch Lara

𐐪𐑂 Tea Tea Cherry

𐐪𐑂 Rainbow Ruby

𐐪𐑂 Littlest Pet Shop: A World of Our Own

𐐪𐑂 Whisker Haven: Tales with the Palace Pets

𐐪𐑂 Wild Manes

𐐪𐑂 Ridley Jones

𐐪𐑂 Harvey Street Kids

𐐪𐑂 Luna Petunia

𐐪𐑂 Vida the Vet

𐐪𐑂 Fancy Nancy

𐐪𐑂 Esme & Roy

𐐪𐑂 Doc McStuffins

𐐪𐑂 Pinkalicious & Peteriffic

𐐪𐑂 W.I.T.C.H.

𐐪𐑂 Winx Club

𐐪𐑂 Cardcaptor Sakura

𐐪𐑂 Jewelpet

𐐪𐑂 Ojamajo Doremi

𐐪𐑂 Revolutionary Girl Utena

𐐪𐑂 Precure

𐐪𐑂 Sailor Moon

𐐪𐑂 Hi Hi Puffy Amiyumi

𐐪𐑂 Strawberry Shortcake

𐐪𐑂 My Little Pony

𐐪𐑂 Care Bears

𐐪𐑂 Fantasy Patrol

𐐪𐑂 Kindi Kids

𐐪𐑂 Sadie Sparks

𐐪𐑂 Magic Mixies

𐐪𐑂 Chip and Potato

𐐪𐑂 Shopkins

𐐪𐑂 She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

𐐪𐑂 RWBY

𐐪𐑂 Princess Power

𐐪𐑂 Kitti Katz

𐐪𐑂 LEGO Elves: Secrets of Elvendale

𐐪𐑂 LEGO Friends

𐐪𐑂 Shimmer and Shine

𐐪𐑂 Little Charmers

𐐪𐑂 True and the Rainbow Kingdom

(Divider Credit)

[welcometololaland]

NICE ASS(K) WEEK IS UPON US!!!! 🎉

Lola, first thank you for being the Nice Ass(k) originator!!! It is such a fun way to get to know people in the fandom!!!

Now, a very important question for you. You have to do a pole dance routine with three of the following people. Who do you choose and why? What would the routine be like? (Is there such a thing as a group pole routine? I don’t know!! There is now!!!)

TK Strand

June Claremont-Diaz

Owen Strand

Henry Fox

Mateo Chavez

Ellen Claremont

Dani Rojas

Nancy Gillian

Pez Okonjo

Sam Obisanya

Zara Bankston

Bonus points if you give them each costumes for the routine!!!

hello lemon! i'm so sorry this took so long to answer but i come to you humbly with a response that is like... * checks watch * 4 months late sweeeeet ok ok no one look at me.

for context, yes, you can absolutely do a group (including doubles) routine. i actually have the best idea for this but i CAN'T use it because i'm so obsessed with this particular theme idea if someone ever put it on stage before i got the chance to i'd be absolutely shattered so!!!! it must remain a secret.

therefore, i choose my backup option. i had considered some classic ideas here - charlie's angels etc. - but then my partner leaned over and said 'has anyone done a Wiggles themed routine?' and no. they haven't. so that's what we are doing. Big Red Car, Hot Potato, Fruit Salad, Wake Up Jeff (except it's going to be Wake Up Pez), the works. It's gonna be a 4 min medley of Wiggles songs. Obviously, costumes will be coloured bodysuits. People think that pole dancers wear no clothes just to look hot, but actually you need skin grip to do half the tricks, so the standard Wiggles costumes will need to be adapted.

NOW. as to the people.

Obviously, Pez. I don't actually think Pez would be the best pole dancer, but he is very enthusiastic and fun and would bring great energy. I'd probably allocate him to the task of rolling around on the floor and just slaying the stage generally. Also, he has a name that will work with the Wake Up Jeff song. So, he is the Purple Wiggle.

I think Zahra would actually have a concerning level of flexibility and obviously the raw competitive energy. We need her. She's gonna be that bitch that does a back handspring on the stage or something. Plus, she's bossy as hell. So she can be the Yellow Wiggle aka. The Main Wiggle.

Lastly, I would pick June. Idk why. She's giving dancer energy. She's giving team player. She's giving hotness. She would be that person who would actually do the doubles tricks with you and you know she wouldn't let you go. She's probably not the most excited about being on stage, but neither am I, so we can hold each other and cry. Everyone knows the Blue Wiggle is the hot wiggle, so she would be that one.

I would be the Red Wiggle which like... doesn't suit my brand but whatever. Sacrifices have to be made for this routine.

Honourable mentions - I considered Dani Rojas but he is just way too chaotic and uncoordinated, plus, he can't wear dress shoes, imagine him in 8 inch pleasers. absolutely not. I also considered Nancy because she's hot. But she also seems kinda uncoordinated. sometimes having very long limbs can be a limiting factor. Henry was probably my fourth choice, but he missed out because he seems even more hesitant of the stage than I am.

Absolute no go - Owen and Ellen, because no one needs a limelight hog when you're trying to do a group routine. TK unfortunately does not have the rhythm we need. Mateo - I just couldn't imagine it. If the theme was Avengers, maybe I could have included him. I really WANTED Sam to be in this, but he also just didn't fit the vision and I also think he'd just be way too embarrassed to do something this stupid. You actually can't have too much self respect if you want to do a Wiggles routine.

I HOPE THIS WAS INFORMATIVE AND HELPFUL. THANK YOU FOR THIS VERY FUN ASK. IF YOU HAVE OPINIONS, PLEASE SHARE!!!!