#don't tell charlie he called him a kitten !!!

[ktysh]

joshua doesn't understand why he has to attend this stupid violin class if he wants to sing, play his guitar and write music. good thing he can always just don't go, right?

[voxslays]

Angel’s “Goodie Two Shoes.”

Warnings >>> A lil angst, swearing.

(This almost took up three entire pages on google docs. lol.)

It was an average Tuesday in hell. Everyone at the hotel was socializing, until Angel walked in. That's when the fighting began.

“That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point.” Husk points at Pentious. “That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!” Husk gestures at Charlie next. “Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.” He rolls his eyes. The others try to deny the accusations. ​​”And you!” Husk scoffs as he looks at Angel. “Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.” Angel moves closer to Husk. “You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow! Kittens got claws~” He aggressively flirts. “Angel. Enough.” You try to de-escalate the situation. Husk visibly stiffens. “Awww~ Are you jealous?~” He flirts, putting his hands on you.

“Angel. I'm serious. Stop.” You shut him down. “This is hell baby, what did you expect? Flowers?” He says in his thick Brooklyn accent. “You’re making everyone here, including myself uncomfortable! Stop!” You raise your voice to just below a yell. “You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender,” he motions to husk, and then to you, “or some goodie-goodie thinks a' me.” Angel was trying to hide the hurt he felt from your rejection by putting on some ‘classy’ sunglasses. “So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critics”. Husk growls annoyed at his comment as Angel flips both of you off, with all four of his hands.

You angrily stomp up to your room and slam the door shut. Charlie pokes her head into the hallway, hearing the door slam and a cry. Her affectionate instincts flare within her, she walks to the room and knocks on the door. “Hey….Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks, a tone of concern in her voice. “I'm fine..” You wipe your tears. “Please go away.” *Charlie frowns, worried. This was the second time something like this is happening. Charlie gently puts a hand on the door. No you're not. You're crying,” She pauses. “Can you please let me in?” She asks gently. Charlie waits for a response, shifting her feet as worry and concern fill her heart. She doesn't like when people are upset, especially in her own hotel. She gently knocks again. “Please?” You open the door. Charlie wastes no time in throwing her arms around you in a tight hug. She can feel her own heart breaking that yet another person is crying. 

“Angel called me a ‘goodie two shoes’…is that true?” You say through your tears. Charlie pulls back, gently taking your face in her hands. “Of course not! You're not a ‘goodie two shoes’...You're a good person. You are kind, empathetic, and sweet. You care about people. You make the people around you happy. Angel is just...being Angel…” She trails off. “Don't overthink it.”

“I think I have feelings for Angel.” Charlie blinks, letting go of her. “You have feelings for Angel Dust?” Her eyes are filled with mild disbelief. “You...like Angel??” You sigh. “I do.” Charlie’s face lights up with excitement. “That's great! You should go tell him!” She exclaims happily. “I can't. He is really upset with me…” You say sadly, tears still forming in your eyes. “Just go talk to him. I'm sure things will turn out okay. I promise.” You look up at her, wiping your tears. “Are you sure?” You ask, still a little skeptical. “Yes.” She responds.

You walk into the lobby and sit on one of the sofas, reading a magazine. Angel sat down next to you, his long spider-like legs stretching out in front of him as he huffed. The tall and skinny demon’s expression was sullen and tired, his gloved hands fidgeting with the bowtie around his neck. He didn’t immediately say anything, opting to try and gather his thoughts first. After a small moment of silence, Angel took a deep breath and spoke up, his voice quieter than usual but still holding its usual hint of sass. “Look. I know I’ve been real shitty to ya lately. But I’m not tryna be, it’s just how I deal with stuff. Not that what I deal with gives me an excuse to treat ya bad or nothing.. I just.” Angel huffed again, frustrated with his ability to find the words.

“You were right though. I am a goodie two shoes.” Angel laughed slightly at that, shaking his head. He ran his hand through his long fluffy locks and said, “Yeah, yeah ya kinda are Toots. I may just be the right amount of bad boy to get you to break a rule or two.” Angel reached his hand out and gently lifted your chin, turning your head towards him. His usual smug expression was softened, and his usual sass was replaced with genuine worry. “But seriously suga’. Are you alright? I don’t want ya thinkin I don’t care about ya, ya dig?”

“Did Husk put you up to this? Talk some sense into you?” Angel looked away, refusing to meet your gaze. He scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed that Husk had gotten involved in their fight. There was a long pause. “…I dunno if I’d say that exactly. More like gave me a smack upside the head and told me to stop being a jackass.” It was your turn to laugh softly at him. Angel chuckled in return, and leaned his head back against the filthy brick wall behind him. He looked up at the night sky, his long legs stretching out before him as he spoke in a quiet voice, “I meant what I said though doll. I really don’t mean to act like such an ass. I..I really do care about you sugartits.”

“The only reason I was upset is because I knew you were right.” You say sadly. Angel quirked an eyebrow at that comment, and shifted his gaze back over towards you. “You… Wait what?” He asked, unable to believe what he was hearing. “You’re telling me you’re really upset cause I hurt ya feelings instead of because I was being a prick?” Angel was dumbfounded, his expression morphing into one of complete bewilderment. It was the last answer he’d ever expect you to give. He sat there processing your response for a moment, his mouth hung slightly open in shock. After a few moments he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “Babe. You really are a goodie two shoes.”

Angel chuckled and reached out to place a hand on your shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was genuine and soft, the usual sarcasm replaced with sincerity. “If it makes you feel better, I really was just spouting random bullshit. I only said that to get under your skin. You seriously have no idea how much I’m into how pure and sweet you are, toots.”

“Easy there angel. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a crush on me.” You tease. Angel let out another small laugh and rolled his eyes, a smirk spreading across his lips. He leaned a bit closer, and said in a low voice, “Darlin, if I’m honest, that’s exactly what’s goin’ on here. I’ve absolutely got a crush on you, Babycakes.” You look shocked.

Angel placed his hand on your thigh, and added, “You’ve no idea how cute you are dollface. So sweet and pure. I’m completely head over heels for ya.” He smirks. “Me too.” You lean in and kiss his cheek. Angels smirk morphed into a genuine, albeit shy, smile. His cheeks flushed a light pink and he chuckled sheepishly at the show of affection. He reached up with his lower set of hands, cupping your chin and running his thumb over your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a sap for a goodie two shoes, doll.” Angel teased, his voice still low and soft. “I guess I am.” You say, as you two spent the night in eachothers arms.

[bimobuddy]

Cut the Cat-itude

sfw Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Husk, Ler!Alastor

CW: feet, kinda? It's more 'bean' related since they're paws

Summary: Husk is grumpy and doesn't think Alastor's jokes are funny, but the Radio Demon is determined to get a chuckle out of him.

Husk groaned and let his head thump against the bar counter. Alastor must have been in some sort of mood that day, he hadn't stopped telling awful jokes all morning. First most people were laughing with him, then it was just Charlie and Nifty, and now even Charlie was trying to excuse herself because "Oh you know, Hotel Stuff, ahaha.."

Husk looked over at Nifty who was still giggling away at everything the boss said, but then again he didn't know what went on her feral little head. He reached for his drink again only to have it yoinked away by a familiar looking shadow.

"Hey!" He sat up, reaching for it back, but Alastor's shadow just grinned and stretched upward, holding it out of reach. Husk grumbled. He knew this game. "I ain't flyin' for you, give it back." The shadow wiggled it over his head, taunting.

"Alastor, put this damn thing on a leash. Only you would somehow manage to lose control over your own shadow." He muttered the last part.

"Oh Husker, I didn't 'lose control' over him, he's free range." The host grinned, looking at Husk a bit longer than usual. Husk didn't know why he was staring at him until it suddenly clicked and he sighed. "Was that supposed to be another joke? Al, that wasn't even a real joke."

"Oh you're right, that was a total cat-astrophe!" A laugh track played off his cane, followed by Nifty who enjoyed the joke a little too much, "Ahahahahaha! Becahause he's a cahat!" She laughed. Husk folded his ears back and groaned.

"Oh relax, old friend, I'm just kitten around!" He grinned at Husk, who frowned in response. Alastor strutted up to the bar and leaned against it. The Shadow disappeared, taking the bottle with him, only making Husk grumpier.

"Clearly those weren't funny enough for you.. maybe I ought to put my thinking-cat on and come up with some more!" He let out a laugh, followed by the classic laugh track again. "Or maybe you just don't have a sense of humor. I mean just look at darling little Nifty, she's hiss-terical!" Of course this was followed up by Nifty losing her absolute mind.

Husk only sighed and rolled his eyes. "You done yet?"

"Not yet. What's a cat's favorite book? The Great Cats-by! Oh, why did the cats ask for a piano? To make mew-sic, of course!" He laughed and looked back at Husk, who somehow looked even grumpier than he did five minutes ago.

Well this wouldnt do.

"Why don't you cut the cat-itude, dear friend?" He snapped his fingers and two shadowy tentacles rose up from the floor behind Husk. Before he could react, the wrapped around his upper arms, hoisting him up about a foot off the floor, and proceeded to wiggle the tips into his underarms.

Husk had started to kick, biting his lip, cheeks puffed out, as he didn't want to give Alastor the reaction he wanted. The Radio Demon didn't seem to mind though.

"What's a cat's favorite cereal? Mice Crispies!" The tentacles wiggled down his ribcage, starting to get little huffs and muffled noises.

"If cats taught schools, what do you think they'd be called? Purr-fessors!" The tentacles traced and wiggled down his sides, causing him to hold his breath, his face and ears going red from how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

"What do you call a cat that likes to bowl? An alley cat!" Finally the tentacles found their way to his tummy and he couldn't take it anymore. Husk tossed his head back and laughed, reflexively flapping his wings to try an get away, much to the delight of the Shadow, which had been trying to make him fly earlier.

"Ahahahahahaha! Ahahalast- Alastohor!" He tried to growl to cancel out the laughter but it came out as more of a panicked, choked giggle.

"See, I knew you'd come around!" Alastor said cheerfully. "Now, why dont cats shop online? They prefer cat-alogues!" Husk's laughter kicked up a notch when one of the tentacles started to wiggle into his lower belly, where there was a bit more pudge. His tail whipped around trying to smack it away but it was no use.

Husk suddenly made the mistake of trying to kick out at Alastor, across the counter. A third tendril rose up and caught his ankle before he made contact, as Alastor leaned back just a bit. He stepped to the side a little to make eye contact. "Now, Husker, is that any way to thank someone who's only trying to make you smile?" He chuckled.

The third tendril started to wiggle into the heart shaped pad at the bottom of his paw. Husk, a little startled, let out a high pitched, squeaky giggle that did not sound like himself at all.

Even Alastor was caught off guard enough for the tendrils to disappear and let him go, letting him drop with a soft thud. Husk groaned as he hit the floor and panted. "Damn you, Alastor.." He grumbled, sitting up.

"Too late, we're already in Hell!" Alastor laughed. Husk chuckled a little then quickly stopped himself. But of course the radio host heard it. "Oh? Did I finally get a genuine laugh out of you?" He asked, leaning on his can to be eye level with the bartender.

Husk sighed, folding his ears down. "Shut up... I gotta get back to work." He muttered, starting to wipe down the counter.

As Alastor turned to walk away, Husk called out again. "Slapstick Comedy. Just for future reference, so you don't have to tickle me next time, I tend to like Slapstick Comedy."

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Author Note

Aahhhhh I couldn't figure out how to end this naturally I'm sorrryyyy!!!

Though I do already have another idea for a Lee!Husk fic that I'm gonna start writing immediately after posting this one, so I MIGHT post it tonight, but it might wait until tomorrow, we'll see :)

[danineedshelp]

Mr Grumpy is ticklish?

Heads up: I know for a fact you guys will like this....I think

Context: The God's have spoken (lol) it's time husk got that gross ass look off his face [jk] Angel wants to mess with the good ol bartender but things start to get messy when the cat doesn't answer the spider

Warning: includes tickling and some cussing (NSFW DNI)

A whole normal new day in hell or is it,As the spider walks down the hall he thinks about what he should do for the day I mean it's not like Val is gonna call em today he's off so ya for him! Okay Angel really did need to get his mind straight what the hell was he gonna do today?

He couldn't go talk to Al he was off in his own world, Charlie and Vaggie were on another date and Husk...wait husk wasn't doing anything right now actually he was still at the bar

"So go talk to husk?" Angel went in deep thought for sec or which what he thought was a sec which wasn't because it took more than a minute ,so if you would look at him he'd look like he was dead inside

"Okay go talk to husky....Oh wait shit where is he!?" Apparently husk went somewhere else when angel was thinking "Oh great..now I have to look for him." So as the spider did searching for the kitten who'd gone loose

Didn't take long to find him he was in his room with an unlocked door "Oh Husky~" Angel acting all flirterish usually catches the cat's attention but apparently today was different "Husk?" Angel stepped closer to the cat laying on his stomach "Hey baby you alive?" yes the cat was awake and living but still he didn't answer "Hey!" Angel got on to husk's back "Dont ignore your favorite spider~" That got husk attention.

He flinched a little before trying to turn over to look at angeldust "Oh so now you wanna look at me what's with you ,are you okay?" Husk ignored him again and just layed his head back on his pillow. Angel became a little frustrated while puffing up his cheek "Hey I just said don't ignore me and get the grumpy look of you face!" Angeldust then began fastly poking husk's sides out of frustration .

Husk was not expecting that he actually was so surprised he accidentally squeaked and started giggling "Why are you laughing?Nothing's funny" Angel started moving his fingers up and down the laughing man's sides "Unless.....your ticklish *gasp* you ticklish husky?

"Cause if you are I'm never letting you live up to this!" Husk's laughter went up an octave just because of that little bitty tease. Angel started going under the the kitten's stomach which tickled more to husk than he thought it would "Hahahahaangel donhahahnt you dare!" Angel chuckled evilly "don't I dare do what...This?" Angel fully put his fingers below and started scribbling rapidly on the base of Husk's stomach

"EEEHAHAAHAANGELNOHOHOSTOP!"___"Aww why does it tickle? Angel already knew the answer to that question he just wanted to spice up a little with a small tease! Angel then flipped the poor kitty over and stopped tickling him for a moment "Awww you should see your face its so adorable looking!"

The panting cat looked at the evil spider with a wobbly smile hoping his torture was over[SPOILER: it wasn't] Angel giggled "This will be for ignoring me!" Husk was about to answer him until he felt angel's mouth make the raspberry noise on his weak stomach

And when I tell you i'm pretty sure all of hell heard the ginormous giggly squeal Husk made I'm not lieing .Husk went into huge hysterics and started squirming violently trying his best to escape the tickle monster that was above him right now (it didn't work)

Angel just chuckled and kept blowing multiple raspberries into husk's stomach before he completely stopped which felt like ages to husker "Damn you okay?" Angel was a bit concerned for his victim unfortunately husk couldn't answer due to how broken he was

Angel pet husk's head to comfort him "I'll come back later to tickle yuh more you cutie" Angel then stood up gave the kitten a little kiss on the forehead and left the still gigging kitten to rest.

____________ Well that was something __________________ ☠️ _____

Hope you guys enjoyed reading! I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE IM BORED AS FUCK

P.S I'll probably add more later (but that's a surprise)

[lwolfcat429]

Adopted Dad! Husk + young demon Cat reader part 2

(Aftermath of the cherry bomb party)

Husk came back from killing the wolf guy, see you crying in your bed... Still scared about what happened. Charlie and vaggie told him you were pretty messed up after what happened....

He walked into your bed, ears down, wings down.... You looked like a scared newborn kitten.... Carefully he climbed into your bed, hugging you. You turn towards him... Tears falling... You mumbled dad before hugging him back, you and husk never out right said dad and daughter to each other, so hearing you call him dad for the first time.... He hugged you back tightly. Instincts kicking in, he started to calmly lick your head and ears

" I got you kid... He won't bother you again... I promise " Husk said to you, you continued to cry in his chest.

The next day husk made you a giant breakfast, Angel showed up with hot chocolate, and Alastor walked in with words of encouragement

" don't worry your pretty head about nobodies like that! easy to kill and easier to hide! " Alastor said, before Angel spoke

" yeah! Sorta... Just, um... Let's talk... What he did wasn't okay kid, he should have asked for consent and he didn't, don't worry about scum like him, he got what he deserved! "

Husk agreed " yeah kiddo, if someone does that to you again, you tell me... Please.. I know you feel like it your fault but it's not, it's they'res... You should always ask for consent and they should ask you for consent "

[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

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Huskerdust babies?? Please say more

GLADLY oh my god there was no way I was going to be able to restrain myself until I made time to write a fic. and right off the bat, so much credit goes to @minky-for-short who came up with this with me

Okay, I'm going to bullet point it for structure. And first off, whether you want this to be a trans Angel Dust or demon magic making it possible or Angel being a porn demon giving him different genitals, go crazy, I don't mind any interpretation

So the fact that this happens is a result of their gradual redemption. Demons aren't supposed to be able to reproduce but as Angel and Dusk slowly improve themselves, they start changing in ways they don't notice and the curse they have in Hell starts to weaken

Charlie is actually the first person to find out, she clocks that Angel is feeling sick which is pretty unusual because he's actually been cutting way back on his general debauchery, having a much healthier coping mechanism over behind the bar. He insists he's fine because he's used to powering through pain and discomfort with a smile on his face. But she won't have it, she's going to get him checked out

Healthcare is very hard to come by in Hell but Charlie can get him access to the facilities in the Sloth ring. But the doctors there are just as stumped, no one can figure out whats wrong with him, it's not a bad batch of drugs, its not a hangover, he's just throwing up and miserable and exhausted

They're back at the hotel and it's Charlie who notices the barest of little sentient sparks when Angel Dust moves but it's not coming from him, it's coming from inside him. And she's the one who realises. And Angel Dust is convinced she's spouting idealistic bullshit but he can't deny it

It's a while before he can bring himself to tell Husk, he's terrified that it means he'll just want to call things off with him, that he's clearly not a winning hand. But eventually they're sat together and Husk mentions casually that whenever he's ready to tell him whats bothering him, he'll listen. Like, he's realised he's scared but he still gave him the space to deal with it and thats what makes Angel Dust brave enough to say it out loud. And after a moment of quiet, Husk just shrugs and says well lets hope he makes a better daddy than he did an overlord, huh?

They have twins in the end, a boy and a girl. Both dads got to name one twin each so Husk calls their son Howard, Howie for short, after a famous magician and Angel Dust calls his daughter Belladonna, Bella for short, because he wanted to give her a name that made her sound strong and able to defend herself

The twins are utterly adorable, no one can deny it. They have the multiple arms from their pops and little heart shaped pink patches on black fur from their daddy, each with a set of wings like his too. They act a lot like kittens, rolling around and hissing and pouncing on whatever moves in the hotel

They're also unashamed trouble makers, they really only listen to their daddy and their pops, everyone else has to bribe them. Fortunately they're cute enough to get away with everything and anything.

The twins also have a super close bond with their Auntie Charlie. I can go into more detail about this in another post but she ends up with the contract for their souls to protect them from both Heaven and Valentino (Alastor has no interest in the babies, beyond not really minding as much as he should when they climb up him, knock his hat off and call him Uncle Al)

But yes I have many many ideas about these two being dads and their little demons and all of that so feel free to bug me about them!

[missvelvetsstuff]

Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

BikerAU

Summary: Reader meets Bucky when the truck hauling her show horses breaks down as she is trying to leave for an event and he works for the mechanic. Passionate, secret love affair ensues. After a confrontation with her father, Bucky decides she deserves better than a poor biker like him and leaves town with his friends Steve and Sam.

Three years later, reader is trapped in an abusive relationship and about to give up hope of things ever improving, when Bucky comes back.

Chapter 16

Warnings: swearing, angst. I think that's it.

The morning the trial started Star woke up early after another restless night. The scant few hours of sleep she had was filled with nightmares of her father, John and Brock so she felt like she might as well have not slept at all.

Bucky reached out, grumbling, to pull her closer to him and she allowed herself to relax against him for a few moments before she had to get up.

They only had 10 minutes before her alarm went off and she pulled away. "Sorry, Jamie, it's time to get up." She took a deep breath, kissed him on the cheek and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

When she was done she styled her hair and put on light make-up. She left the bathroom in a plush bathrobe and started going through her "book tour wardrobe" as Pepper had joked. She settled on a dove grey dress with a notched neck and short angel sleeves.

Soft and simple it was feminine but not revealing. With a pair of matching grey kitten heels and a dark purple, suede Proenza Schouler purse with a braided strap.

Bucky got out of the shower and whistled at her "You are beautiful, doll. Every time I see you, you're more breathtaking."

Y/N felt her face flush "Alright, sweet talker, get dressed. We're meeting with the attorney at Tony's. I don't want to be late."

Bucky grumbled and stomped into the dressing room to put on his suit.

They met with the attorney, Tony and Pepper for a quick breakfast and run through, letting them know what to expect. They decided to all drive over together with Happy driving and Rhodey up front with him.

At the courthouse they found where they needed to be and took the seats behind the district attorney.

They watched John being brought out by the bailiff, who undid the handcuffs so John could sit with his attorney.

John gave Y/N a hateful glare, mumbling "fucking cunt" under his breath only to receive a warning from his attorney.

Star tried to sit calmly with Bucky on one side and Pepper on the other with Tony on her other side, but couldn't keep her feet from fidgeting. Bucky looked at her and squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her.

The morning went slowly with both attorneys making opening statements and the judge giving the jury instructions.

During lunch Y/N was very quiet and could barely eat. She knew when they went back the prosecutor would start with witnesses. Her, Sharon and Jack Rollins being at the top of the list.

Bucky reached out to take her hand and she jumped before she realized it was him. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I'm just, I don't know. I want all this to be over."

He took her hand and kissed it "I know doll but we'll be here for you and John will pay for what he's done to you."

Star smiled and leaned into him.

After lunch the prosecutor started calling their witnesses and Y/N was first.

Bucky squeezed her hand and smiled reassuringly as she stood and went to the witness stand.

She told her story from the day her father demanded she marry John, noticing the look of shock on many of the jurors faces when she mentioned Brock killing Charlie. Star didn't leave out any details, even those that made her look bad.

The DA asked a few questions here and there but mostly left her to tell the story of her marriage to John. She kept her cool for the most part but there were some emotional moments.

Once she finished the judge ordered a recess before John's attorney would be allowed to ask her questions.

John's attorney didn't hold back, drilling her with questions about her relationship with Bucky, her drug abuse and sexual favors for Brock. Star kept herself together through it all but Bucky was steaming, with his jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder none of his teeth broke.

The attorney implied that she was a 'wild child', sexually promiscuous and would ingest any drug offered. He told a story about how John had worked so hard to make her happy but she was never satisfied.

Star finally snapped at him "Enough! If I was such a whore why is it John who had a kid with another woman? I did what I had to do to survive an abusive father and abusive and cheating husband. John only married me for my father's money and political support. I was forced to marry him in my father's quest for more power, neither of them cared one whit for how I felt or what I wanted."

She took a moment to calm down "Nothing I could have done excuses John's treatment of me or his attempt to kill me. I was just a means to an end for John Walker."

She sat and dabbed the tears that had escaped as she caught her breath.

The judge excused her and adjourned for the day.

That night Star faced nightmares as soon as she dozed off, all of the events she had spoken about that afternoon were still vivid in her memory.

The week went on like that, sitting in the court room by day and waking up screaming while Bucky tried to soothe her.

Sharon, then Jack Rollins, then Bucky and all of his friends were called to testify about their interactions with John. They didn't paint a pretty picture and John sat and watched, seething.

The prosecutor finished by the end of the week and then it was the defenses turn. They didn't have much, Olivia was called and spoke about the promises Alexander Pierce made to John and how much he had given up.

The prosecutor was quick to remind the jury that John had never actually given Olivia up, proof of that being their son and the DNA test.

On Thursday, when the defense appeared to have called all their witnesses, John had a whisper-shout match with his attorney until the judge asked if the defense had any more witnesses.

Johns attorney sighed and stood up "Against my advice my client would like to take the stand."

The judge nodded, "Proceed."

John took the stand and started calm and matter of fact, like he was addressing congress, explaining the plans he had made with Alexander Pierce and how important it was that he stay free and his record unvarnished so that he could continue his important work in the government, that only he could complete.

The longer he went on, the more unhinged he sounded. He had an obvious obsession with having a biological child with Y/N because of the Pierce bloodline.

He looked over to Olivia who smiled until he told her he loved her but she didn't have a bloodline like Y/N and how he couldn't let Y/N dilute the Pierce bloodline with some lowlife biker.

When he used that logic to explain why they had to get rid of her child that Bucky fathered, his attorney tried to get him to stop talking and implicating himself further but John seemed to truly believe that he was in the right in all of this, that he had done nothing wrong.

As John was speaking he stood up and started walking towards Y/N. She tried to curl up into herself and escape John's reach. Bucky stepped in front of her but luckily the bailiff stopped John in his tracks.

That's when John lost it. He fought against the bailiff, screaming at Y/N "You stupid selfish fucking bitch. Don't you know that I'm the only one who can fix the governments problems and you are trying to shut me up. You will always be mine and when I get out I'll come for you."

The judge ordered him out of court and the bailiff dragged John out. Then the judge adjourned for the day, scheduling their return for Monday morning.

Bucky turned to see how Y/N was doing to find her curled up into Pepper, trying to hold her sobs back.

"Come on Star, we're done for the day. Let's get you home." He told her softly and offered his hand, which she took so he pulled her up and hugged her close. "It's ok, doll. I've got you. Let's go home."

Star pulled back and looked at Bucky in awe "I don't know how you stay so calm with all this. It's tearing me up, reliving all of it."

Bucky shook his head "I'm not terribly calm but I didn't go through the worst parts. I'll do whatever I can to protect you, that's all I know." He gave her a crooked grin.

Star laughed "My knight in shining leather. Take me home Ser Jamie."

Tony and Pepper just watched the couple and smiled, like an old married couple that's reminded of their early days and young love.

Tony cleared his throat "Alright right you two, let's get out of here. Dinner should be waiting for us."

On the way home they discussed the day in court. Pepper had watched the jury closely since day one and was convinced that John would be found guilty and given a harsh sentence.

Y/N wasn't so optimistic but was hopeful. She knew that men in Johns position are rarely punished for their crimes but he wasn't rich anymore so maybe Pepper was right.

They went to Tony's cabin upstate for the weekend, to try and relax before going back on Monday. They drank too much and played board games, went on hikes during the day and boiled in the hot tub late at night.

They weren't ready to head home on Sunday afternoon but Star least of all. She became more quiet and withdrawn the closer they got to the city. That night she had more nightmares, the worst of which had John being found innocent and the courts refusing to grant her divorce leaving her stuck with him.

Bucky tried to wake her gently, having been woken by her sobs but she sat up and came out swinging, hitting him right in the eye.

Feeling her fist hit something woke her up and it only took a moment for her to realize what she had done. More tears filled her eyes

"Oh, no, Jamie. I'm so sorry, I was just. I-" she covered her face and sobbed.

Bucky pulled her to him and rubbed her back "Hey doll, its ok, sshhhh, Star. It was a sleep accident. You're ok, safe here with me." He leaned back with her head on his chest and kissed the top of her head.

"Just go back to sleep, baby. I've got you."

Bucky knew his eye needed some ice but he couldn't bear to separate himself from her so forced it out of his head and fell back to sleep to the rhythm of her breathing.

@pattiemac1 @hhiggs

Chapter 17

[weebnotheree]

Oneshot - ✭¤ ᴀʟᴀꜱᴛᴏʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ¤☆ Part 2

I didn't know where to put these one-shots, like if I should make a Hazbin Hotel Oneshot book but.. dude I literally have a lot of them already and I don't even finish, start or work on most of the ones I have rn so.. that's why I'm putting them here.  ART NOT MINE NOR REGULAR PICS OF ALASTOR!! THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS!!!

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(JUST LICK THESE IMAGES UP!! only 10 images is the limit T^T)

PART 1

Smile Brother! You're never fully dressed without one!

~Brother~

You may read hazbin hotel stories where M/n is Alastor's brother and the brother is shy or sad, the opposite... But in this one-shot, he's quite the same as him. Sure he may get a little shy, sad, or annoyed, and likes to go on a killing spree..yep, he's Alastor's brother alright.

"Charlie..calm down. Everything will be fine. [sighs]Can't believe I'm gonna say this..but we have Alastor, he can help us before your dad gets here" Vaggs commented and tried to stop Charlie from pacing and freaking out. Charlie just grabbed her hand trying to stop her from pacing. "No, Vagg's it's not okay! My father, we'll be here in half an hour! The hotel isn't even halfway clean! If he comes here and sees that the hotel isn't what I said It looked like, he'll make me take this place down...I've worked so hard for this..I can't just..take it down. He doesn't like my idea or the place as it is..." she said calming down WITH her head down. Vaggie comforted her. 

Then scrunched up her face and looked at Alastor.  She threw up her hands and walked over to him. "Cant you do something?! Can't you just snap your fingers and poof everything will be like Charlie wants it to be?!" "Yes, but it's not that easy dear! Ah! I know just the person who can help us! There are many ways to contact him"

Charlie perked up. "Really, you do?! Who is he?! I call him right now!"

"No need!" Alastor said with his wide smile. A blue talisman appeared in his hand before it burned in blue flames. After it began reaching his fingers he tossed it and let it burn as it disintegrated. .. . . "Woah(x3), that's it?! Are you serious? You just made Charlie get her hopes up for nothing! I knew you couldn't help! Good for nothing piece of-" "Wait just a minute now" he said glancing at her before looking back at the spot the talisman burned at. "Just give him a second, he may be doing something," he told them.

Just then blue bits of fire in a circle started to light themselves. Then it went into huge flames. 

"[sighs frustradedly]Which one of you summoned me?"

(Fanart of 2P!Alastor: @Anic917_eng)

"I hate being woken from a good rest," he said annoyed. They immediately pointed over to Alastor sort of frightened of what he might do if he got mad. He looked over annoyed before his mood changed like Alastor. He threw his hand in the air holding onto his cane with a big smile. "Al, my brother! How have you been? It's been ages since I last saw you!" he said cheerfully and hugged him. Alastor hugged him back. "Hello dear brother! I've been alright! I almost thought you wouldn't make it!" Alastor said as they broke the hug. 

[All] "BROTHER?!" 

"That's your brother?! He looks exactly like you!" Vaggie exclaimed. "Heh, another pimp but it's a blueberry" Angel remarked. "Indeed. This is my twin, Alastair!" "You both basically have the same name!"Husk slightly yelled. "Since we're twins, mother decided our names be a little different to tell us apart(even though they were different colors)" Alastor explained. 

"Angel baby! Kitten! I haven't seen you two in a while!" he said as he hugged them. "Sup toots~" Husk pushed away, having booze in his hand as he pointed at Alastair. "Dont you Kitten me, you look-alike son of a bch! You up and left me at the bar in the middle of our conversation that, may I remind you, DIDNT get to finish!" "I missed you too!" Alastair exclaimed, swinging an arm around him making him facepalm angrily. "What do you want?" 

"My dear brother Alastor took it upon himself to summon me for help, and I was wondering if-" "if I could volunteer to help, no thank" "...Well that's a shame. I guess all of this precious booze will go to waste then" Alastair said sadly as he walked away and all of a sudden as he walked past about 10-15 bottles of booze appeared. Husk looked over and choked on the booze he was drinking. 

Husker swooped in front of Alastair saying "What? You think you can buy me with the sad act and a bunch of bottles of cheap booze?! [grabs the booze and looks at it] ...Well, you can!" he remarked before walking away back to the front desk. That made Alastair grin. 

"So, whaddaya think?" Alastor asked. "I think we did a good job so far. I can see you did your own little touches before I came. That must only be one thing" and after saying that, it's almost coincidently..Nifty came swooping in cleaning, chattering to herself. "Oh, hey Alastair! Bye Alastair! Can't talk now, gotta clean! This place is filthy!" she said zooming off again making him chuckle. "Same old Nifty" "It's wonderful but..We have to hurry a bit faster!" "Oh, yes! I know just the thing" he said walking up to the fireplace.

"iiis he gonna-" Charlie got cut off by him snapping his fingers and the fireplace lit in blue flame. A figure was covered in soot. Alastair picked it up like a chibi. An eyeball opened and looked at the three in front of it. Alastair tilted his head slightly before she poofed the soot off her body. "This little joy is Giffty!"  ironic bc he rarely smiles (both of them rarely do)

He let her on the floor "Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends! Why're you all women? [lifts Vaggie] Are there any men here?! [puts her down] I'm sorry, that's rude. [looks around] Oooh man, this place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch! [grabs a spider and crushes it] Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense.[sees cob webs] Oh my gosh, this is awful! [she speed cleans throughout the hotel] Nope! Nope! Nope! [giggles]Nope! [sees & stabs a cockroach with a pin] Nope!"

"Soo do you..maybe think it's possible..to rehabilitate a demon?" "Ha! No. [her face droops]Such nonsense! [laughs]Rehabilitation, oh now that's a good one! Right brother?" (1st one from Reddit, 2nd one from Twitter)

 "Indeed brother! The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this! [puts arms out, gesturing to all of Hell] There is no undoing what is done!" 

Well, ofc Alastor's brother was cut off by Vaggie putting her harpoon up to Alastair's neck. "Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra (bestard son of a bch)! I know your game and your act and I'm not going to let you or your brother hurt anyone here, you imperious cheesy [Angel's head pops in] self-acting shtlord!" she said grinning her teeth. Something triggered in his brother's memory and Alastor knew it. He was behind his brother and Charlie was beside Vaggie. Alastor began chuckling and moved the harpoon away from his brother's neck. "Dear, if we wanted to hurt anyone here... [both turn into their demonic forms] we would've done so already..."

She backed away and Charlie did as well but stood slightly in front of Vaggie. "Well, if you dont believe in my cause either then why are you helping?"

"Well my dear, you did say you needed help right?" "Wellll yea-" "Besides. I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!" a pause bc Alastair was smirking darkly and Alastor started laughing. Ah, yes, he and his brother are alike. "Yeeeeaa," Charlie said feeling uneasy about her decision, taking a step away from him. 

"Yes, indeedy! [grabs her waist and drags her away]We see big things coming your way and who better to help you than us?-" he said as the two brothers began to chatter with her. 

"So uh.. even though I know blueberry, what's the deal with him?" Angel asked Vaggie. She looked at him like seriously. "Are you serious? You know him yet you dont know anything about him?!" she asked frustratedly. Angel just shrugged. "The Windigo Demon. One of the most powerful Overlord demons Hll has ever seen?" she quested him..he just shrugged again. "Not big on politics" 

"Well overnight, along with his brother. The duo began toppling Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been used by mortal souls before. Then, they broadcast their carnage all throughout Hell so that everyone could witness their ability"  (ARTWORK BY: unbecomingname on DeviantArt) 

Alastair helped his brother by shadow form when he was busy at one time. Think of it as..being in two places at once.

(ARTWORK BY: @01-reihanehdraw ON Tumblr)

"Demons and even Overlords throughout Hll started calling him "The Windigo Demon" (as lazy as that is). He took and slaughtered demons from left and right. Many dont know what enabled him or his brother to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils" 

(pic from aminoapps.com)

Dont mind what the words say (^c^;) lol

"But one thing's for sure: He's an unforeseeable source of danger, a dangerously evil spirit of mystery, and a threatening monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up being erased out of existence!" she explained.

"Ya done? [Laughs] Now we have two pimps strawberry and blueberry pimp" "Well, I don't trust him!"Vaggie said crossing her arms before going over to Charlie who was petting  Alastair.  Angel when she said she dont trust them -- "(-_-)"

Vaggie grabbed Charlie's shoulders and pulled her aside while both of the brothers looked at the family portrait. (Pics, edit, not mine!!!! Regular one by Viziepop)

"Charlie, listen to me. You can't believe this creep! He isn't just a sad face! They're both deal makers! Pure evil! they can't be redeemed! ...And they're most likely looking for a way to ruin everything we're trying to do!"

"I... [sighs] we don't know that! Look, I know he's bad, and I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! And besides, he's so cute when he's not acting like his brother" "Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him either" she warned. 

"Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad! [imitates dad] 'You don't take sht from other demons!'" she said walking over to where Alastor and his brother were. 

"I dont think this is a good idea anymore.. it's beginning to be not fun" Alastair said frowning. 

"Come on brother, smile! You know you're never fully dressed without one!" Alastor exclaimed.

"So Alastair...um..just like your brother Al..no..voodoo strings..attached" "So we have a deal?" Alastair said slightly bending down, a hand reaching toward her for a handshake, the other holding the cane behind his back, and red energy bursting throughout the hotel. She pushed his hand away "Nope! No shaking! No deals! I...yeah. You could also stay here if you want for however long you want. And I order you to also to participate in helping your brother and the rest of us with the hotel. Sound fair?"

"hmm...[makes cane disappear] ...Fair enough"

She sighed in relief with two thumbs up. "Cool beans"

PART 1 of this oneshot OVER. WOOOOOoo this took forever. Especially with me falling asleep and trying to stay awake the whole time. But I hope you enjoyed this oneshot! I'll try to work on The Bad Guys x GF! Reader bc WOW guys TYSM for the reads so far!!! BYE mini dumplings!!

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[missmonsters2]

Hi, it's sharky. Sooo, this month's been wild. I found a pregnant cat, brought her to my house, she had the kittens, and all of them died, too. Apparently she did have an owner who happens to be my neighbour, and I tell him, politely, to go fuck off because if her kitty was starved, with parasites and so roughed up then he's not a good owner.

She appeared dead the next day outside my apartment, with foam in the mouth. So I buried them all, made stones for their graves and cried. I saw him the other day and he fucking SMILED. We started arguing and I told him that he was a fucking coward and all kinds of stuff as you can imagine (he did his part too, bro just freestyled me all the insults he knew) and he fucking hit me Van. And this bitch is american but my mom was latin so it's entra cuchillo sale tripa. So I hit him back, called the cops on him and sat down and cried again because I cant seem to keep my stuff inside. I'm definitely pressing charges if he ever as much as looks my way but I'm tired asf and honestly my month is just going horribly.

My dad died. He killed himself. He left a letter where he said he was sorry he couldn't be a better father. I should'nt feel like this, not when he did the things he did, I know it, but I still cried.

(Can we go back to me fighting my neighbour I never thought I'd pvp my neighbour honestly it's just sO WILD😭)

The date went well. Super well, actually. She took me in a picnic. She knows I like to paint, so she bought my art stuff and we went to some kind of place in the middle of nowhere I don't even know, and the drive was soo long but so worth it. I loved it. We ate and I painted all the little things I found beautiful.

I had max 7 hours of sleep.. through the whole week- I haven't felt with all the energy to do stuff with Charlie so I just kind of texted her that I didn't feel my best to do stuff together but it wasn't anything she did, I just had to sort out all my shit and well. I feel like if I do as much as look at her I'll break down and we're just starting to get to know eachother, I don't want to fuck this up. I miss my bestie so much too. I just know she'd help me sort out all of this together and I miss her. Ever since she died (a year ago already?) I feel like I can't normally deal with my stuff, you know? Anyways. Tell your bestie you love them and give them a tight tight hug. Love you Van, I hope you have a great day and btw I loved mirror mirror's epilogue!

-🦈

sharkyyyy ):

I'm so sorry such awful things have happened to you lately!

It saddens me to hear about all the difficulties you've been going through this month.

It's okay to feel a mix of emotions, even when it comes to your father, who wasn't a good dad. Grief is a complex, and it's completely normal to have conflicting feelings like crying!

As for your neighbor, I wish them ill! It's so crazy and unexpected, I hope you're not too shaken up. It's important to prioritize your safety and well-being, so i'm glad you called the cops!

The picnic sounds so lovely along with painting! Definitely some of my fave activities too.

I hope you've been sleeping more. I hope charlie has been understanding about the tough time you're going through. If it seems like she is, I would try to lean on her a bit during this rough time since she seems to want to be there for you! I'm sorry to hear about yoru bestie, but I hope you still have people you can turn to in person during this time. I hope charlie, your mom, and your friends give you a tight, tight hug and forehead kisses 🥺🥺🥺

Wishing you well & happiness bestie <3

[vicbutnotactually]

But his ass was tight Seraaaaa

He showed us that he had some pubes

His cum was white SERRaaaaa

He fucked me til I was conFUUUSEEED

He bent me over, stuck it in and made me scream

But don't worry he also made me cream

He also bent me over though

Don't think you're special you little HOOEEEE

It was SEVEN INCHES

Don't do it Charlie that's pretty long

It's too late I already RODE it

It did destroy my butthoooole, but I

Kept on bouncing on it until I came

Kept on riding, enduring all the pain

When I see dick I want more and more

Don't think you're special, you are a whooooreee

I LOVE TALKING ABOUT DILDOS

I SHOVE THEM IN WHEN I AM HORNYYY

THEY MAKE ME FEEL GOOD FROM MY HEAD TO MY TOES

ME AND ADAM USE THEM FOR PORNOOS

HOW ARE YOU STILL CLOTHED?

JUST WHIP IT OUT, STRIP YO

PLEASE JUST SHOW US YOUR BIG GIRTHY SCHLONG

I'LL STICK IT IN YOUR BUTT

I'LL MAKE SURE THAT I NUT

GOTTA SAY I CAN'T WAIT TO...

COME DOWN AND IMPREGNATE YOUUU

WAIT!

Shit...

You'd stick it in her?

I thought you were gay

Didn't know you'd fuck a lady

I'm a porn star ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Whoops

He has something he'd like to say-

What about a threesome?

Sera tell him to go fuck himseellf

I thought since he's older, he's bigger and stronger

*moans*

Look you have to listen, he'd go rough and call you kitten

His dick's wet and soggy

He will fuck you doggy

So you should bend over....

He'd fuck me like a bulldozerrr, so

I decline your invitation

I'm not a stripper or a whore!

He doesn't even use a condom

His moans are like a squeaking door

But I still would suck it and make it come quick

So would I, I just love dick

What am I doing ;-;

What am I spending my time doing.

I need to schedule a therapy appointment.

[coffeeangelinabox]

Febuwhump #3: Bite Down on This

"Oliver!" Charlie barks out, a panicked demand that sharpens around the consonants in fear. He's already moving, skidding to his knees beside him even as Oliver hits the ground. His second try isn't a shout or a demand, instead a shattered plea. "Ollie?"

The bounty hunters are already fleeing. It seems like they have what they came for. Charlie doesn't care. All he cares about is Ollie, fingers around his mid section, blood thick and so dark it's black oozing up through the slice they left on him. Stupid and pointless and nothing more than collateral damage.

"Charlie," Oliver's voice is a thin rasp. It hitches only slightly, other than that steady, despite the pain. "You have to-"

Yeah, he does. All that old Rogue Fleet training, buried under plenty of repression and cheap liquor and post traumatic stress. He knows what to do, and Ollie won't make it if he doesn't. The majority of the patrons fled with the bounty hunters and the cold, dead eyed glare of the bar tender tells Charlie he won't call for help, nor allow it to be summoned until it's unlikely that he'll be strung up for being a rat. In this quarter there's little more dangerous.

Except, possibly, what he's about to do to his best friend, with no anesthetic, no disinfectant and ten plus years out of practice.

"Yeah." His hands are as steady as his voice as he gently moves aside the cloth.

The beam had been set on wide and the cut it has left is ugly. Charred at the edges, yellowed ridges of fat, the start of Ollie's middle aged beer belly now he's settled with his girl and their kids and that dumb kitten of his, charred black at the heat and curled away from the wound. It goes deep enough that Charlie can see pulsing purple guts inside.

He fumbles for the remote for his speeder and thanks his old sergeant for seeing that he got a good payout when he left the Fleet and that he got a control with all the features. His thumb depresses a button on the side and he uses the torch to see the wound better. Blood is still pouring steadily from it. Oliver is growing still and his hand, twitching beneath Charlie's spare palm is cold.

Charlie strips off his own shirt. It's (marginally) cleaner than Ollie's. He uses it to wipe away some of the blood. The organs within don't *look* damaged. There's no smell. Without medical equipment that's the best Charlie can do.

"Can you close it?" Ollie's voice is a thin thread.

"Yeah...but-"

Ollie raises himself a few inches to look down at the vicious incision. The effort makes him go white to the lips and he flops back down. "You'll have to burn it."

"Yeah."

"'S gonna suck."

That almost raises a smile.

"You!" Charlie turns on the bar tender. "Alcohol. Now. Strongest you have."

The bartender wavers. Charlie is certain for a moment he's going to demand that they pay and they it's even odds whether he'll draw his wallet or his own lazer pistol. The he steps up and hands over both a dusty bottle of something that makes Charlie lightheaded even to smell it and a couple of rags.

Charlie nods his thanks and lays out his instruments with surgical precision. Alcohol, the lazer, hos own blood stained shirt. He twists the bar rags around his fingers for a moment. One looks cleaner than the other. He offers it to Ollie.

"Here. Bite down on this."

Ollie obediently opens his mouth and Charlie stuffs the rag in. He debates offering him a slug of whatever the mysterious booze is, but there's every chance it'll make him throw up, particularly once the pain starts, and that's a complication he doesn't need.

He doesn't ask ready or give any warning, simply douses the wound unceremoniously, then cleans away a little more blood before sloshing the rest over it. It must burn like it smells because Ollie arches off the ground like he's possessed by something. Charlie would have bet money he hadn't been able to curve his spine like that since they were hotshot pilots together an that had been a decade and change ago.

He doesn't dwell. Picks up the pistol, sets it to a fine beam and begins to burn the cut closed, taking care not to sear the organs, praying that the booze soaked hair on hairs on his best friend's belly don't catch fire and mean he burns him alive.

Behind the rag, Ollie screams.

Enforcement had never appealed to Charlie, but whether or not they both walk away from this with nothing to show for their troubles than another battle scar, he's going to bring those bounty hunters to justice.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e11 there's no place like home (w. robbie thompson)

shaky over the shoulder pov cam thing in the opening giving me evil dead/army of darkness vibes. campy

SAM You made egg-white omelettes? DEAN Yeah. Breakfast of Champions -- you know, if you're a dork like you.

i got nothing against egg white omelets but gotta admit they are so anemic looking that i prefer egg beaters if i'm goin that route, gimme some yellow colored egg whites :p

SAM And you slept past 7:00. DEAN Yeah, well, until we get answers on this Mark of Cain, I am on a 12-step program not to backslide. SAM 12 steps? DEAN Yeah. Hey, if Cain found a way to live with it after going dark side, then I just got to find a way to keep it in check, so haven't had a drink in a week, eight hours of rack time every night, and . . . now this masterpiece.

taking notes so he has a healthy relationship with alcohol, went cold turkey for a week and he's fine!

DEAN It's crap. Ugh. God. Soon as we get rid of this demonic tramp stamp, I am back on the booze, burgers, and . . . more booze. Tell me you got something.

totally fine!

DEAN What are you saying, Charlie tortured someone? SAM Uh . . . DEAN Our Charlie? Yea high, wouldn't hurt a Hobbit, practically sparkles?

she's just taking on the adopted family business of torturing 🤪

the score here also had this kind of thing in the previous episode, this percussion that slowly accelerates like a heart beat and it's kind of stressful. but when i was a kid, there was something in a show or movie or hell an ad, i don't know, that had this heart beat sound that freaked me the fuck out and i associated hearing a thumpy heart beat with getting increasingly anxious. lol. but, this is a single thump, not an actual heartbeat thump, so that's good at least :P

very pretty shot. ps, tell sam you're struggling with the stabby feelings

SAM (reading from the Charlie’s file) "Anti-authority disorder, clinical depression, violent outbursts." Charlie was, uh . . . DEAN Dude. If a shrink interviewed us at that age, you think the report would be all kittens and rainbows? Come on. She's a good kid. There's got to be an explanation for this, man. There's just got to be.

dean making the excellent points. also kinda violating her privacy but needs must, right? -_-

possessed/soulless/evil twin? i'm reading my summary of s9e4 and like, i barely remember any of oz-related stuff (i didnt write much about it either so that's probably why)

CHARLIE Oh, Sam, you're adorable. You're not gonna hurt me. In fact, that's your problem -- all good-guy code, no bite. What a waste. And you . . . (turning to Dean) Always letting this albatross hold you back. DEAN Okay, all right, you know what? I don't know what's going on here, okay? But this -- this is not you.

--

GOOD CHARLIE She's trying to win me back. Dark Charlie won the war single-handedly. But... She did some truly awful things. But I told her I didn't want any part of her near me again, ever. Going after the person who mur-- mur-- uh...Who took my parents away is her messed-up way of showing me how close we are, or -- or could be. I keep calling her "she," but she's me. I'm the one doing this. DEAN Charlie, that -- that's not who you are, okay? It's -- it's a twisted version of -- GOOD CHARLIE Me.

gee, sounds so familiar! support group for being soulless/darkside embodied/mark of cain

this whole oz/dorothy/charlie plot wasn't good the first time around and really did not need revisiting 😔

this dude again! did a hiky for him in the episode he was in back in s2 (probably my least favorite episode, tall tales)

riverdale - barclay hope as clifford blossom / the killing - barclay hope as michael ames / spn s2e15

brief sidebar about how dumb it is that food is assigned a moral value. he's trying to be extra Good which means eating a bunch of stuff he doesn't like. he can go back to being Bad and eating tasty food later. fatphobia never takes a day off

this sterile "swanky" waiting room with the terrible muzak is giving me hives

a) the last thing dean needs is dark charlie encouraging him to be dark b) he got tricked by dark charlie twice in a row and she stole his car? sheesh, man. off your game

great, now dean gets to feel guilty about beating the shit out of charlie

CHARLIE Yeah, well, there's one thing that you have that he didn't. You're a Winchester. I forgive you, Dean. DEAN Yeah, well, I don't. CHARLIE I know. Kind of your move. How's that working out for you, huh?

tell him, charlie

<3

SAM She's right, Dean. You can do this. We can do this. DEAN Then let's get to work.

yes we can

i'm glad they keep bringing back charlie, i've really come to love her and the dynamic she has with them. but i wish they'd given her less nonsense plotlines

the amount of redhead recurring characters past couple seasons is pretty funny. it's like riverdale, overrun

[slashersins]

You've made a few posts about getting stoned with Michael in the past,, how do you think it'd be with some of the other slashers?? And like, which ones do you think would be into it and other ones that maybe aren't sure about it but would try it if they knew you liked it? and which ones would not smoke or take anything EVER? I'm just very curious to hear your take on this !! I mean... don't think you've made any previous posts about this?

okay so , lets break this down into categories ! they’re pretty well spread out , so here we go !

the ones who would smoke

michael myers . big surprise here . big boy likes to get high . however , he prefers editables . if you want to smoke , that’s fine , he won’t take a hit . pass him a brownie . also , be prepared , this man gets lazy and hungry and very touchy . he’s a fucking cuddle monster when he’s high . kind of like a needy kitten who wants pets in the middle of the night and will lay across your face , only to jump off and eat food as loud as they can before coming back for more loving . michael is exactly like that . also , if you want high sex , you’re gonna have to take charge and ride him , he’s just gonna enjoy his high and pleasure while you do the work . 

vincent sinclair . it’s one of his favorite ways of relaxing . he’s done it since he was a teen . bo discovered booze , he discovered weed . he’s no less intense when he’s high , still staring at you , still touching you , only his movements are slowed and less delicate . he wants you close , in his lap , against his side . he’ll play metal music in the back ground , letting smoke swirl around the both of you . expect a lot of smoky kisses and long gazes from your man . he’s high as fuck and you’re the only thing important to him right now . a living breathing work of art . 

carrie white . carrie ? our sweet girl ? doing the weed ? it’s more likely than you think ! while she might take some convincing , her deep need to rebel against her mother brought on by the courage you give her has this good girl shyly taking a hit . she will cough . give her water and praise and tell her it’s all okay . it happens , you can take it slow . and please do . let the high slowly seep into her skin and lungs and let her feel light and relaxed . she’ll want to cuddle , and you should stroke her hair and just talk . you’ll smoke and talk for hours , never getting so high that you’re both far gone , but getting high enough that everything is slow and hazy . you might even get some shy kisses from your sweet girl , and she’ll giggle and hide in your chest , feeling free for once . 

the ones who would rather drink 

bo sinclair . everyone knew he’d be on this list . the man drinks so much he should have a beer gut and how he doesn’t is beyond everyone . whether it’s a beer after a days work , a couple after a rough day , or an entire pack after a bitch ass week , this man usually has at least one a day . he likes the buzz he feels . he likes how in some ways he can forget about shit . but mostly he just wants to get fucked up and sleep . while he can be a bastard when sober , he can be one when drunk too , running his mouth . but he also tends to get a little more emotionally open when drunk , so you might end up hearing him say things he will pretend not to remember in the morning .

lester sinclair . another beer drinker in the sinclair home , only he’s a lot more casual about it . he’s like a social drinker , only having two or three . he’s a goofy drunk , stumbling around and laughing and chattering on . vincent and bo find it hard to be upset after a rough week if they have lester over to get drunk . it’s also funny to them that their baby brother is such a light weight . he gets really embarrassed when he does get drunk enough that he’s making a little bit of a fool of himself , but he’s so cute that vincent and bo can only tease him . 

thomas hewitt . while this big country boy wouldn’t mind a ice cold beer , he doesn’t drink all that much . maybe once a month or so , sometimes once every two . and he rarely if ever gets drunk . he’s seen charlie / hoyt drunk too many times , and had too many run ins with drunk as fuck bastards when the slaughterhouse was still open . he doesn’t want to be like that , so he keeps himself to no more than two beers at one time . he doesn’t mind the taste of beer , and it really is more of a social “you earned this” type of deal for him . 

the ones who would do both

jesse cromeans . this man drinks only the most expensive , oldest scotch , whisky , bourbon , and wine . he drinks casually , he drinks socially . but he does not drink to get drunk . no . he tries his best not to actually . which is surprising to most , as he was considered a bit of a play boy party boy back in his earlier rich boy days . but while he doesn’t get wasted on booze , he does enjoy getting high as fuck . he’ll only do it in the comfort of his own home . relaxing and smoking and watching old videos of his . might jerk off a little , might snuggle up to you . might pull you into his lap and laugh with you as you both watch stupid videos on the internet . one time you laughed at a picture of a blurry paper bag for two hours . jesse won’t leave the house until his high has completely worn off . he doesn’t wanna be caught off his guard .

billy loomis . he’s a bad boy . what can i say ? he’ll drink , he’ll smoke . as long as it’s with you and stu and he’s having fun ? who cares . billy is a messy drunk , getting naked and wanting to bite and kiss over you and stu , even if it doesn’t lead to anything else . it’s just too hot for clothes and he wants his babes close . he’s a munchie having , giggle gremlin when he’s high , however . while its more snickers than giggles he will almost laugh at anything , wanting to be the one cuddled and coddled while he eats chips and shakes with laughter . 

stu macher . loud and handsy drunk , however if he drinks too much he gets a bit violent towards others . which is why you and billy know when to cut him off . when he’s just normal drunk , he’s wanting to touch and talk and talk and talk . he won’t know he’s being too loud , just spilling out words and nonsense for fun as he lays across whoever is closer . as a high boy , he’s almost completely quiet . he’ll just lay and stare and watch with his mouth open in awe . sometimes he’ll start giggling but then he’s back to dead eye staring . he’s also gonna be cuddling things that he thinks are you and billy but aren’t . like a pillow . or his cat . 

the ones who would never do either 

brahms heelshire . this man will only drink sparkling grape juice . he doesn’t have the pallet for booze and he doesn’t like the smell of weed . he has no issue with you drinking , as long as it’s fancy whine , chardonnay , etc . you have to be classy , like mummy and daddy were , if you drink . he might take a sip , but he’ll prefer his juice , thank you . 

jason voorhees . he’s highly against all things booze and drug related . he literally kills people who show up on his land , he makes double work of them if they do either of those things . he’s a good boy , momma raised him right . if you do either , he’s conflicted and a bit upset . you’re his special person , you’re good , why are you doing bad things ? if you explain to him that it’s just a small glass with a meal during like , thanksgiving or christmas , he might relent . and if you tell him the weed is for pain and it’s legitimate , he will be less inclined to be upset with you . but still , he doesn’t like it . 

bubba sawyer . bubba doesn’t like the way booze and beer make people act . he doesn’t wanna act like that . he got drunk once , and he hated it . it’s the same with weed . he has a strong sense of smell and his little nose hates the way weed smells . which is why he babbles at chop top to call him stinky . if you drink , he might be a bit skittish , thinking you’ll try and hurt him like so many others have . it’ll take a little bit of patience to calm him down , and tell him you’d never . he would like it if you didn’t drink , but if it’s only a little and you aren’t being mean he’s okay . as for the weed , he might pout because now you smell like chop top , but the way you giggle and act is cute . so he doesn’t hate it as much . 

jacob goodnight . no . just no . hard no . no drugs . no booze . not you . not him . he just can’t . years of religious abuse have ingrained some roots that are too deep to pull out . and for jacob both of those things are a no .

martin ( 1977 ) . martin doesn’t do either . he already feels off as it is when he hasn’t fed recently . and he has no need for drugs or alcohol . why would he ? besides , he doesn’t want to make any mistakes while intoxicated or high . it’s just that simple . he’ll say no politely if offered . if you drink or smoke he might make a mild complaint about how you don’t need those things , about how it makes you taste off and he likes it when you taste like you . the only drugs you should have inside of you are the ones martin gives you to sleep . 

[goldemas1244]

Heyyyy I have a question :3

Do you have any headcanon/s for these character : Scraptrap, Scrap Baby, Lady Dimistrecu, the three daughter of Lady D, Heisenberg and/or Molten Freddy ? :3

You don't have to do all the proposition, you can choose what character you want to do :3

Have a good day/evening and stay safe ! :3

*Cracks knuckles* \(^v^)/

You already know I'm doing all of them! Thank you for the ask! Headcanons under the cut!

FNaF6

Scraptrap

He loves rice and would do anything to get his paws on it. Fortunately, the pizzeria is quite close to a Chinese restaurant so rice is easy to get.

He orders a rice-based menu at least three times a week, so the owners aren't at all that surprised to see a tuxedo-clad zombie-rabbit come in and ask for their signature fried rice with buttered lobster on the side.

Since he like to dine-in there, he usually asks Michael to give him a bath in exchange for pizzeria improvements. Michael usually shrugs and gives him a well-deserved bubble bath and his tuxedo.

He likes it when Michael gives him head pats and rubs. It makes him feel loved and appreciated.

He has a pet pigeon named Fernando Buschmann. It's German and likes to listen to the violin.

He likes ASMR and memes. ASMR makes him go feral with murderous intent while memes make him question the modern generation.

He has social media accounts, all named "Willton-Moldover". He usually posts cosplays and furry art on them and has 93 followers on his Reddit profile, 1.5 million followers on his Instagram, 550 followers on his Tumblr, 35 on his Snapchat, and 3.95 million on his TikTok.

He also has a YouTube channel with 10.784 million subscribers called "Willton-Gameover". He plays videogames one-handed and roasts popular YouTubers and famous people. He would never roast Keanu Reeves though, because Keanu Reeves is precious bean.

Due to his popularity he gets a lot of hate mail and private pics. He doesn't like them at all so he blackmails the people who post them. And if the media and police are involved? Well, he has a strong fanbase that's not going down as well as a good alibi so that works out well for him.

Yes, his fanbase also knows of the Fazbear Murders, and he admits to it but frankly, he's shown them the approving ghost kids (who've bonded and gamed with him) so that's no big deal. Only Cassidy hates him, but it's usually constipated anger.

He's bisexual and has an ENORMOUS crush on one of his favourite game characters, Karl Heisenberg. Something about that man reminds him of himself and Henry, although he's not sure what. Still, don't let that distract you from the fact that he owns a nude Karl Heisenberg body pillow, CAPCOM official.

Scrap Baby

Her favourite Monster High doll is Draculaura. She doesn't understand how pink goes well with black but oh boy, pink goes so well with black.

She knows how to skateboard like a pro. Despite her weight, her trusty skateboard still stands and, if she falls, she's always got her skates to spare. She likes to impress the boys at the skatepark with her ability to perform even the most difficult of moves with ease.

She's subscribed to fifteen different tabloid subscriptions. She likes to read them and criticize the stupidity of the human race, like her father. Hey, it's hereditary.

The lights in her boobies glow in the dark. They also glow whenever she gets tired.

She likes reading furniture and gardening catalogues. She's judgy of the prices though and usually becomes a full-on critic with Lefty listening.

She owns a crab named Mr. Tootie. No I will not elaborate on the name. I'll only tell you that it's taken a liking to kazoos and party favours.

She's listed as the No. 1 Best Fan of her father's social media accounts. Michael's in nineteenth place but don't worry, he's as emotionless as a mushroom.

She likes to make origami lotuses. She's such a pro at it that she's even got a mini-stall at the pizzeria: 1 lotus for 50 cents. It's a lucrative business, and it's still growing. Oh, and she switches to other origami works of art every week such as origami guns and origami nine-tailed foxes.

She's the Restaurant Rescue manager. Usually she saves kids from trouble. For this reason, yes, she's commonly seen in the pizzeria itself. Kids love her though the claw worries the more irksome parents.

She's a professional Karen dealer. Karen comes to see the manager? She's hypnotically talented in weaving her words through the toughest of craniums so don't be surprised if a Karen walks out with a new viewpoint of life.

She performs on stage on the occasion, which usually gets her a lot of fan love. She cherishes everything good they give but ignores the problematic everythings. Problematic stuff? Oh, she's good friends with the police chief.

Molten Freddy

He loves noodles. Give him a bowl of ramen and he'll shut up for the entire night. Enter him in a noodle-eating competition and his high metabolism rate means absolutely non-stop spaghetti.

He misses Bon-Bon very much. To the point where he's even tried to make a scrap version of him. Sadly, it doesn't work. He cried that day.

He dies inside whenever he finds out there's a spaghetti shortage in Utah. Poor Molten.

He's a bit wonky, but if he tries to play with you or get into your personal space, don't get mad at him! He's just lonely and wants someone to talk to and play with.

He likes to play Exploding Kittens. It's the only card game he's good at. It's also the only card game he owns.

He sees Helpy as a little brother and boops his nose on a daily basis. He also likes to reenact The Lion King with him (It's the ciiiiiircle of liiiiiife~). Hopefully Helpy doesn't mind.

He knows a lot of jokes in a lot of languages. So German-speaking Molten Freddy wouldn't be too far away from expectation. His favourite jokes are in French though; the wordplay is just immaculate.

He's good in French, English, German, Russian, and Malay. He's currently learning Japanese because he's a mega weeb.

His favourite cartoon is Charlie and Lola. He just likes to see the sibling shenanigans as it somehow reminds him of the good old days.

His favourite shows would be prankster shows. He especially loves the ones that give him new and creative ideas. He doesn't like the scary ones though. They make him feel unsafe and give him anxiety.

Surprisingly, he has a distinct taste for opera. He can modulate the remnants of his voice box to perfectly sing I Am The Very Model Of A Modern Major-General. This both pisses off and impresses Henry to an extent.

Resident Evil 8

Lady Dimitrescu

She might act like the opposite but she really loves Heisenberg as her little brother. His determination, strength, speed, dexterity, and workaholic nature impresses her, who can't even fit through a doorway. She sometimes wishes she's as short as him too.

She's an avid collector of glass, porcelain, and anything fragile. It's a good reason to always be careful where you tread in her lair. She'll make you swallow every last shard if you don't.

She's an avid romance fanatic and is very loving towards the romance novels she owns. All those books you see in the in-game library? They're her collection of lesbian romances that she's collected over the past decades.

She doesn't like hats and prefers to stick to the one she wears in-game. She DOES have a collection of hats though. Last anyone counted, there were over fifty, one or two for each decade she's lived through.

She files her nails on a constant basis and owns an ornately decorated nail-clipper. Hygeine is of the utmost importance. She doesn't want to be compared to that filthy Heisenberg.

Despite her size and carefulness she keeps losing her stuff. Over the course of a week she could misplace three wine glasses, two reading glasses, and fifteen bottles of wine.

She's an expert at dodgeball and golf and even owns a lifetime access to the most prolific Country Club in Romania. With permission from Mother Miranda she goes there every year for the yearly party. It's one of the times she gets to see modernity (and Ed Sheeran) at its finest.

She loves bands from the 1920s and 1940s. However, she gets bored of them occasionally and switches them to something more modern, like Ed Sheeran. Seriously though, what is up with mums and Ed?

She's into executions and torture methods. So it's no surprise that she's a HUGE fan of Horrible Histories; even if she can't watch the show, she'll binge-read the books over and over again. She's even had the chance to encounter (and receive an autograph from) Terry Deary. They have sworn a bond not to tell anybody about this.

She loves exotic animals like anacondas and jaguars. She may or may not have owned a 10ft long Saltwater Crocodile (which was also about 5ft wide).

She's an incredible physicist and mathematician. She's also created many original formulae but unsurprisingly, she doesn't tell anyone about them, for fear that either more people may know of her, or that she may be wrong.

Dimitrescu Babes

They can devour an entire human being in mere seconds as flies. It's sort of like the scarab beetles in The Mummy movies. However, unlike the beetles, they are able to strip the bones as well. They leave nothing behind.

They all know how to play the piano with varying levels of success. Daniela can already play professionally while Bela is still stuck on Grade 5.

They love to listen to their mother when she tells them stories. Gotta hand it to 'em, when you're a fly, you know how to enjoy life in its most simple of moments.

They all love being around the hunky Soldats of Uncle Karl. Fortunately, they don't know of the rebellious plan to conquer Miranda.

Bela is bisexual, Cassandra is asexual and pansexual, and Daniela is demisexual.

It gets hard when you're a fly during the summer. If it's not the lizards, spiders, and other predators, it's the heat. Because of this, despite the material waste, they have invented the world's first blood-powered air conditioner.

The three girls have never ever ever touched a stove or oven in their life. They HAVE touched the hot end of an iron though. A good reason to not touch a bloody oven. Alcina has though, but doesn't tell them that.

They love puppies! Uncle Karl brought them a baby labrador. For the rest of the week Alcina had lost quite a bit of favour from them. Not that they minded of course. IT'S A PUPPY.

They don't like snow one bit. Not just because it's cold, but because it's too white. Too bright. Too shiny. They just can't focus on their prey!

They like to go over to Auntie Donna to play with Angie. Well, you know what they say, crazies attract the crazies, and the crazy has attracted the crazies.

They also like to go to Uncle Moreau's because he's the only one in the village with a PS4. Usually they'd spend about three-quarters of a day playing his games and eating his cheese.

Karl Heisenberg

He owns a dark blue armchair named Junkyard. Despite the name, he loves it dearly because it was a gift from Alcina for his twenty-first birthday. It became part of his final transformation too. Right under the hat.

He's a little blind in the right eye, much to his annoyance. It was a minor accident with Sturm; another reason for him to hate the uncontrollable wretch. He'll never live that day down.

Somehow, he sees better in the dark, which is why he wears such tinted glasses. He also wears them to hide his expressions, since, more often than not, he tends to end up wearing his heart on his sleeve, and his emotions in his eyes.

He's under a lot of pressure so it's no surprise that he breaks down in his factory when he knows he's alone. And by break down I mean crumple into an exhausted heap on the floor. Not even his Soldat Jet squad can wake him up until he's had a reasonable eight hours of rest.

He bathes once a day, every evening, but only three times a week. Perfume, tobacco, and cologne keep care of the rest.

He's the only Lord with a daily contact with the outside world due to his electrical abilities. Don't tell Miranda, but he can electrically CONNECT TO GOOGLE AND THE ENTIRE INTERNET IN GENERAL. He likes to play funny YouTube cat videos in his head when Miranda's having a boring meeting. It's also how he finds out that Chris is a boulder-punching asshole.

He does stimming! He likes to tap his fingers on his desk and the metal rails in his factory. He also buys stim toys from the Duke and keeps them in a well-kept box. His favourite is a non-ripping squishable toy duck. He also sings to chill out.

He's absolutely in the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise, and may have once believed in the pizzeria's existence. Come on, he's a mutated Overlord with magical magnet powers. Children souls stuck inside animatronics isn't too far-fetched of an idea. His favourite characters are the Funtimes and the Scraps, mainly because of the blueprint complexity. He HAS tried to replicate the animatronics in his spare time, but he's usually too busy with his Soldats so the project gets scrapped. He loves The Living Tombstone's songs and remixes though.

He doesn't like William Afton at all (though he marvels at his survivability). William's nature and habits remind him of Mother Miranda. He DOES however enjoy Michael Afton and often thinks how it would be absolutely amazing to have that resilient being in his Soldat army.

He's scared of what lurks below the watery depths and fire. Ironic because his brother is a literal fish and he works in one of the most hazardous fire-conducting environments. He's also scared of heights, though he doesn't get airsick.

He once died due to a killing electric shock whilst working on Sturm. It's the only time he's felt that sort of pulsing agony and also the first time he's had the confirmation that yes, Hell is real and yes, he'll end up in quite a dark pit in it. Or it could've been an electric dream, who knows? Anyways his soul apparently ran towards the opposite direction of the flames and he woke up alive after the passing of FIVE ENTIRE WEEKS. Oh boy did Alcina get worried when she couldn't find him.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you enjoy!

[thelittlebluedruid]

If you find any animal on the street, here are some things you should definitely do!

Call animal control! This is a the absolute best decision you can make in this situation! Whether the animal is aggresive or not, call animal control and tell them where to find the animal, wait for them there and make sure the animal is safely taken into animal control's custody!

If it has a collar and is friendly enough to come up to you, please check for identification!

Basically treat a non-aggressive animal like you would a lost child.

ALWAYS take it slow, any sudden or fast movements will more than likely scare the animal and make them think that you are attacking them!

Now, what not to do!

Do not do anything that will frighten or harm the animal in any way shape or form! (You harm them and I will personally come kick your ass!) This means no yelling, no sudden movements, no throwing things, etc.

Do not offer the animal any human food! If anything only offer water, the animal could have an allergy to any food you give them. If they seem to be starving then give them bread (if you have nothing else) or food specifically made for that type of animal!

If the animal seems aggressive do not approach them! Immediately contact your local animal control office!

DO NOT HARM THE ANIMAL IN ANY WAY! I cannot stress this enough! I don't care if the animal seems aggressive or not, animals have feelings too! Imagine yourself in the animal's situation, you would probably be scared and confused! Just be gentle and be kind!

Kind of unrelated and very sad, probably triggering. Read beyond this point at your own risk of tears!

The reason I posted this is because today I found out that a lady in Denver's kitten was found stoned to death. Yes, you read that correctly, it was STONED to DEATH. A helpless kitten that she had only had for 6 months. He was 1 year old, his name was Charlie, and he was found fucking STONED TO DEATH and his collar was found next to his body. (This is him btw)

Now if that doesn't make you sick then you can go fuck yourself you heartless bastard!

Anyways, I wanted to remind everyone to be kind to ALL animals! Please, just consider their feelings and their possible owners' feelings when dealing with any animals on the street. They could be lost or just on a stroll around the neighborhood, so do not harm them. Call animal control if you are at least 99% sure that they are completely lost or have no home!