#hhau

[angeart]

I am making puppy eyes at you for anything with the mimic ribbon incident 🥺 🎀

THE MIMIC RIBBON INCIDENT sobs. i need to. i need to work on that. it needs to be shown to the world ribbon anon 🥺🥰

here, have a tease snippet <3

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“What happened?” Scar’s question is simple, unsure. 

It’s a reasonable thing to ask.

Grian doesn’t have the words to explain. He feels sick. He keeps thinking of the fabric rubbing against the mimic’s wrist, a mockery of the ribbon tied securely around Grian’s own skin. He can feel it pressing against his pulse point right where it thrums rapidly.

It used to once rest against Scar’s pulse point—back in Boatem, when Scar’s clothes were clean and impeccable, and his hands trembled far less as he tied the black ribbon around his own neck. And then they were here. And Scar saved Grian’s life. And there was so much blood and panic and fear and— Amidst it all, a ribbon. Pressed into Grian’s weak, waning hold, for safe keeping. A promise. 

Stay alive and hold onto this, and I’ll always come back to you.

A swell of emotions squeezes at Grian’s chest, flooding him whole. 

The mimic can’t have that.

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wip question from here

[linkito]

“I want to stay us.”

“Me too,” Scar replies instantly and with a fiery blue wisp behind his eyes. “And hey, as long as it’s us, we’ll be fine, right?”

[ezhiaray]

Babysitter au designs.

Some headcanons about this au.

>Hazbin crew are all kids and classmates of Charlie at Eden Elementary

>Adam attends Eden University with his best friends Lute and Eve

>Lute is Vaggies older sister

>Eve likes to tease Adam about his long standing crush on Lucifer

>Charlie established her own club/crew called the Happy club (that helps people)

>Bullies Vox, Valentino, and Velvette calls them the Hazbin club

>Adam is adopted which is why he darker in complexion than Lilith and his fam

[citrusdragonart]

Characters from a friend's au!

[mystech-master]

Hazbin Hotel AU/Rewrite idea: Aurora Carmine

There are two complaints I have seen about Hazbin Hotel

The Angelic Weapon weakness is stupid. How come no one figured it out before?

Please Let Vaggie have a character outside of being Charlie's GF.

I, like many others, have latched onto the idea of Carmilla being a mother figure to Vaggie, and the AUs where she is outright adopted. I recently had an idea where I took this concept and expanded on it to TRY and solve the two above issues.

The reason it is called the Aurora Carmine AU is because Carmilla's existing daughters, Odette and Clara, are named after characters from ballets written by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, them being Swan Lake and the Nutcracker respectively. So a third daughter would be Aurora, from Sleeping Beauty. Whether or not this would actually be Vaggie's true name, rather than the Vagina name Adam gave her, would depend on if she IS truly Carmilla's biological daughter that somehow got separated from her.

Ok so what do we know about Vaggie? She was one of Adam's top exorcists who spared a Sinner child and in response, Lute mutilated her and left her for dead.

For my idea, expand on Vaggie's hesitation to kill a kid. It shows she has standards, not everyone in Hell deserves Extermination, but that doesn't mean she is against it entirely. Maybe, much like Moxie in Helluva Boss episode 1 Murder Family, she thinks they should be more selective and actually go after the real pieces of shit, like Overlords. Imagine if Vaggie becomes the top girl to Adam because she tries to go after Overlords, not weak everyday Sinners. She thinks that by having the Overlords be targeted more it'll discourage other Sinners from seeking that power, but all it does is cause the next up-and-coming Overlord from rotating in. For some extra trouble maybe she is the reason some Overlords are in power now, like Valentino, thus making her partially responsible that Angel Dust is under him as she opened the way for Val to gain that power.

Anyway this continues until the Extermination where she ends up letting a Sinner go, but it isn't a child, that is way too obvious and easy. Instead, it is Odette, who went out to collect the Angelic Weapons early before the Exterminations are nearly over because she has been working herself to the bone to stay useful to her mother because she has it in her head that she has to do everything she can to not be a burden. After all, her mom worked so hard to get where she is so their family can be safe. It was meant to be a whole other idea where I explored where Carmilla draws the line between being a mother who cares for her kids and being a cruel Overlord who can't show weakness.

Odette is nearly exhausted, probbaly injured, and possibly on some kind of drugs to keep herself awake when Vaggie encounters her, Odette is desperately crawling away, Clara tries to come in and help her. But instead Vaggie sympathisers with the need to feel needed, and lets them go.

For Lute damaging Vaggie, here is my idea for how Angels would work differently. Angels are more like Sinners here. You CAN damage them, but they regenerate like INSTANTLY, like Lobo but maybe slightly slower. Unlike the Sinners who take a while to heal from their non-angelic injuries. Here, Lute removes Vaggie's Halo, which is what causes them to heal so quickly (this can only be done by a fellow angel or one of higher rank to explain why no Sinner does this), this means the injuries will heal much slower and thus leave her open to be taken out or beaten up or abused by the various Sinners once they come out after the Extermination.

When Carmiulla goes to find her daughters and bring them home, they encounter Vaggie's broken and bleeding form, Odette and Clara say she spared them, and Carmilla decides to take Vaggie home. After all, had it been ANY other Exorcist, her daughters would be dead. She owes her.

Back at Carmilla's place of course they need to treat the wounds. We know Hell has medical stuff that can treat angelic wounds down in Sloth, but those are A. in another Ring, and B. was only used for a noble Goetia. But Carmilla probably has some black market contacts to get some stuff to help. I doubt Pentagram City has a hospital considering Sinners heal and they are SUPPOSED to be dying from Angelic Weapons.

But now another problem, based on how Verosika's Beelzejuice alcohol mutated that fish in Spring Broken, Hell's chemicals have a mutative effect on non-Hell entities. so using the Hell medicine to jumpstart her healing ends up causing her to become a sort of semi-fallen Angel and gain the moth traits that everyone likes to give her. Lucifer became Fallen through an official process it seems while canon!Vaggie was just mutilated but is still physiologically no different from any other Angel.

Carmilla offers her a place at Carmine Industries as she could prove useful in some ways, she already shared her daughters' lives so Carmilla already saved hers. She knows to take advantage of a situation, even if she is still grateful. I mean it isn't like Vasggie has anywhere else to go.

So Vaggie stays there for a bit, possibly doing more desk work than being out among Hell so they can keep an eye on her and she is inexperienced with Hell. Eventually, Clara or Odette could stop playing up the "We are the powerful in-control demons who own you" act and just be casual with her and try to hang out with her. Expressing their own gratitude.

Yada yada yada, a lot of slow-burn bonding where Vaggie becomes more acquainted to Hell. This would all take place either in the 80s like she was first conceptualized, or in 2014 like she was later. To give her more of a history before Charlie.

Things get sour though, because Vaggie has her own opinions on Carmine's business. She is selling Angelic Weapons to people in the street, essentially causing the endless death to not just stop after the Exterminations are over. She has been strict but fair, so why doesn't she use the Angelic Weapons she's gathered to enforce some kind of Order in Hell? Why is she just using her power and influence to hide and protect herself instead of trying to do good? Carmilla of course points out how this is stupid and how that would invite a lot of dangerous people to retaliate. You work with the system, not against it. This is Hell, you adapt to the chaos, not try to tame it.

This causes friction between the two which ruins any chance at them deepening their relationship because Vaggie is really someone who wants to feel useful but still has a good enough head on her shoulders to know when she is ordered to do something wrong.

Then Vaggie meets Charlie and ends up befriending her, this would be before the Hotel gets fully built so she hasn't announced it to anyone, but Charlie wants to do something to help with the Exterminations and Vaggie starts to get a bit on board with it. Yeah Charlie is a bit naive about it, but at least she is ACTIVELY trying to do something to help Hell rather than use her privilege as a shield.

Eventually, Vaggie moves out with Charlie and the plot of Hazbin goes on as per usual.

When Carmilla fights the Exorcists, she puts a new theory to the test, based on a situation she noticed with Vaggie. After she was made into a pseudo-fallen, she seemed to become as vulnerable to Angelic Steel as any other Sinner. So it isn't just one kick from her Angelic Steel boots that does the Exorcist in, Carmilla has a grenade that has its shrapnel laced with Demonic Chemicals so when they pierce the Exorcist's bodies, they infect and corrupt the body during the regeneration process, allowing them to be vulnerable to the Angelic Weapons. I think by adding this little extra step it doesn't overcomplicate things but also makes it make a bit more sense why no one figured it out before, because Carmine is the only one to get a close look at an Angel like she did.

Now of course this would add some stuff to the canon show as well, like Vaggie likely having some reaction to Clara and Odette bringing over the weapons for Sir Pentious, and the interaction with Carmilla for the Angelic Weapon weakness in Hello Rosie. Maybe Vaggie didn't know it was the Hell Medicine affecting her that made her Fallen and thus vulnerable, maybe she thought it was just a natural effect of Hell on her, or something due to her being kicked out by the Exorcists. So her learning that Carmilla took this knowledge from her and made it into a weapon that has caused a lot of trouble could be viewed as a big breach of trust.

Vaggie would obviously have sparred with Clara and Odette in her years with them so the fight wouldn't be AS one-sided, because Vaggie would know they can take advantage of her offense-only fighting style.

I moreso just had the backstory details worked out so I have no idea where the canon relationship would change from here, but I think it is an interesting idea.

There might be SOME things I missed or overlooked, so please point those out if you see them and how it might mess with the story and it's cohesion.

[asktainyandshairarose]

Hazbin hotel au: vaggie and alastor roles swap

Aquí alastor es el ex angel exorcista y novio de charlie y vaggie es la demonio de la radio .

(Quieren que haga más de este nuevo au?)

[eunchancorner]

I'm wondering if the ghosts can pick up the sponges or not, since they're sponges, but they're also alive

Not sure how that would work

Hm, interesting idea... since the sponges are alive, they wouldn't dare possess them. But there is a possibility that they could use the same slight corporeal nature that they use to tickle to lift the sponges

And if so...

oh dear

[linkito]

SCREECHING thank yOU he's so so pretty

Commission for @linkito of AU Grian 🫶 Thank you again for commissioning meeeee 🫶🫶

[wayfayrr]

Some thoughts on self aware chain.

I like the idea wise that the links who had more games tied to their belt would remember reader much more and be even more on the edge since the hole thing about having reader to be their with you, comfort and wisdom and then they suddenly you don't hear their voice and now things are quiet and now when you have another battle hylia wants you to do suddenly reader is back and their confused "but thankfully reader is back right, they won't leave right? And now their gone. The links that don't know their is a screen between them and reader or the fact their in a video game would think reader's disappearing and reappearing has something to do with hylia and further their resentment towards hylia or the ones who haven't gotten to hate hylia would hope that reader didn't choose to suddenly leave them and they are safe. Some of the links who are a 'little' obsessive would probably not stop till they learn why reader is gone even when someone gets hurt, (I'm looking at you sage) the crash they would feel when no one knows reader, this would definitely make them question their sanity making them wondering if reader was even Real, that they just made them up, after all a lot of their adventures they were alone and the ones who seen things that would give soldiers nightmares, the possibility they made up reader because they were alone and they needed a companion this is strong with the ones who shown to lose someone in their life or never had someone there for their back like twilight, legend,wild,hyrule and sage. Some of them would let go, others would still believe reader is real and that they didn't make them up. The ones who had more games would remember reader more clearly and when they see reader again with the chain? It's a shock where multiple emotions hit them varying from griefs sorrow rage happiness and just hits them all at once causing an outsider to think their frozen for a minute. Some would ask questions to reader from why did you leave and if the links know that each other know they know reader it would make them believe that reader isn't fake because how does heroes from many eras have the same memories of a person and so the question on how is reader able to age at all. And because of everything above the links would probably be even more worse, I mean quicker to get possessive and more clingy and much more controlling and more willing to kill people who get in between them and reader then before too the point even when someone outside the chain just simply smile at reader do they get possessive and just cage reader in their arms or just glare at the person foe the links who are shorter than reader.

I love how you've brought up the fact that some link's do know that there's a screen between them and reader - for me there are a couple that would realise that they were in a game during the game, Sky being the main one due to a couple of things to do with his game (the glitches and how characters speak to him) Something I also noticed when playing skyward sword HD is that his eyes loosely track the camera! so in my opinion he's the most likely to realise he's in a game quickly!

For Sage I reckon he start exactly as you said!!! he'd get so so so desperate to know why reader keeps slipping out for sections that he starts to question his sanity and question why only he knows reader. Why he's the only one who can hear them, even questioning some of the things they say- then small things that he could've ignored start to add up and he realises he's not the one in control of his body... Until there's a moment it clicks that he's in a game, that his darling reader doesn't see him as a person. but they treat him so much better than anyone else ever has so all he needs to do is find a way to make himself real to them. How hard could that be? If there's a way that he could realise he was within a game there has to be a way to get out right? He just needs to find it.

Sage and sky both have switch games... maybe they'd work together if they both knew the other was aware? coming to an agreement to share reader when they find their way out. Wild would be included in this as well if he managed to figure it out - although I feel he'd be one of the links who are less likely to figure it all out.

as for the other links you've listed? Twilight is on the verge of knowing, and the other links with the older games are even less likely to ever connect the dots just due to the nature of their games (there are situations where they could? but they're just less likely to happen than in the newer games) So they'd act exactly as you said! they'd assume either Hylia is behind reader's disappearances, or some other force preventing them from staying. so if they met reader with the chain? like with two they'd be instantly on reader and so much more clingy and possessive compared to usual, seeing as they've never been able to keep them with them before. legend wouldn't ever let go of them again. he couldn't risk not being able to see them again. sidenote I love the idea of just how possessive they eventually get of the reader - glaring at anyone and constantly holding them tight to their side.

[majickth]

Hermit’s Hollow AU update-ish:

Gonna be updating the Masterpost soon, just need to make some headers (and add a few surprises). If y’all want me to add something to the masterpost like fics or art, lmk! :D

[angeart]

since i'm giving gifts, also have these sketches from today <3

[linkito]

hhau scarian be upon ye!!!

[ezhiaray]

Forgetmenot au..Gif and animatic.

In this au, Adam falls, but he develops this disease where, every day, flowers grow on his body. This disease is terminal... which affects sinners in hell with shattered souls due to extreme trauma or heartbreak. The flowers fill in the gaps in the cracks but cause the souls shatter/decay more. Until they become nothing more than dust and flowers. It has no known cure. So, lucifer spends time with Adam in each ring, making his days as joyful as possible due to guilt and trying to comfort the dying Adam. Overtime... feeling are realised... but it's too late. I'm not a good writer, but I want to try making a fanfic with this au.

[blockmenobsessedperson]

Evelynn.

Urgent.

Go read hhau (Hunted hybrids au) by linkito and angeart

Wha- very random but okay!!

[hostilecityshowdown]

⭐️ for any fic you’re dying to give commentary on :3

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this was actually a hard one; i have WIPs and scraps i desperately want to talk about, such as the lowkey undertaker biopic, 'taker kidnapping goldust backfiring, an entire scrapped segment from a diesel/'taker fic, or a horror story starring hunter for mango, but. giving commentary on unpublished fics is a little difficult without publishing the fic. instead... we'll review one of my favourite character pieces: waiting for tonight every day of the week (titled "DIAMOND NIGHT" in my internal documents)

let's start with the titles.

DIAMOND NIGHT, the working title, is directly pulled from VOWWOW's song of the same name. VOWWOW/BOW WOW is diesel's second favourite band, depeche mode being the first, and i really wanted to use this title at publication. the song itself just didn't fit this portion of diesel's life, and there are lyrics from it i do want to draw inspiration from elsewhere, namely:

バックミラ���に ghost of you

声すら嗄れはてて かき消される high way

(roughly translated to "ghost of you in the rearview mirror/even my voice becomes hoarse, drowned out on the high way." lyrocs source)

instead, i used lyrics from DONCHA WANNA CUM/Hangar 15, which is off their album "III" and written by the beloved genki hitomi - as evidenced by the song being entirely in english and having a more western pop rock sound than when kyoji yamamoto was the lead vocalist. (side note: rei atsumi is underrated and he's never done a single bad thing with a keyboard.)

stay close tonight (click link, go to 26:36) was also nearly chosen for title inspiration, given that i had this concert on repeat for half the writing process. i could actually write an entire post about VOWWOW and diesel's love for them but we're not here for that!!!!

while this fic is included in the Heartbreak Hotel AU universe, it is exclusively canon to my diesel muse and has no intended bearing over mango's telling of their own story, and takes place many years prior to the events of the HHAU. this made writing this piece fun; i had the opportunity to increase the depth of my muse without extensively plotting with mango.

i like the idea of going scene by scene with a few cuts. the fic opens here:

The boat rocked underfoot as Dallas throttled up to full speed the moment they cleared the marina's last NO WAKE sign. Up in the bow seating, the Diamond Dolls shouted at him for the sudden acceleration, two of them sliding right out of their plush seats and onto the pink mahogany hull. The Grand Craft had been modified heavily from its original design, practically rebuilt, and outfitted in chrome, white, and baby doll pink to match the Cadillac. It screamed Diamond Dallas Page, right down to the way the stern bench seating was upholstered with genuine leather - Something Dallas upkept meticulously.

dallas coming in hot as usual. i grew up on boats and love writing about them, the water, and everything in between, and i had a difficult time focusing on the actual story when all i wanted to do was ramble about the setting. my uncle moved down to clearwater many years ago and has traveled all over the world, and i actually did "consult" with him regarding swanky, popular boat manufacturers in the '80s-90s down in florida. "consulting" being saying "hey, chris, what were the most bougie boats you'd see down there back when you were in miami?" followed by an answer that was probably three hours long. i love my uncle and his undiagnosed ADHD very much. we meet our protagonists:

Tan body glistening in the beautiful Florida sunset, the Diamond Studd lounged against that leather, head tossed back and limbs spread wide. Across from him on the mid-deck couch, Vinnie Vegas squinted through his sunglasses and internally mourned his wind tossed hairdo. […] Vegas had only bounced for Dallas for about three months before he was brought into the Diamond Exchange's fold, and these excursions were one of the many benefits. He kept feeling self conscious about the injury scars marring his leg, hyper-aware of his body at all times, trying to mimic Dallas and Studd's body languages; he hadn't spent a hell of a lot of time on beaches in Michigan, admittedly. Too busy on the assembly line or the basketball court.

i wanted to paint a picture of the outsiders that no one is used to seeing. the diamond studd, comfortable in his own body, relaxed contrasted against vinnie vegas, tense, self conscious, frustrated with inconsequential impacts on his appearance - irritated by the lack of control, enough so that he can hardly enjoy something he loves in theory and would love in practice if he could fret less. he's trying to mimick ease instead of trying to be at ease; mine and mango's diesel muse is also autistic, and i try to be mindful when writing scenes like this. i do not think this is funny or cute, and i want to express to the reader that diesel is negatively impacted by his neurodivergencies and physical disabilities, including his leg injury. to cap out this section, vinnie invents his own excuse for rarely hitting the beach: work. he loves the water, doesn't mind the cold, and his knees greatly benefit from swimming... but, having not medically transitioned before this point and standing out for being an absurdly tall beanpole (and clocked as some flavour of Gay™ by peers), he was rarely comfortable enough to go. again: something that improves his quality of life, barred from him.

Behind Studd, the luxury vessel's wake frothed like two great, white wings folded behind him. He would've looked like he was diving down from the heavens if he wasn't so relaxed, chest bouncing each time Dallas rode someone else's wake to make the girls scream. The wind caught his laughter and threw it to Vegas as it whipped by, and he tried to prop his forearms across his thighs and sit forward comfortably while squaring his shoulders. It was hard to lean back when traveling backwards at nearly forty miles an hour.

this is so self indulgent, man. my dedushka used to throttle up to full speed whenever he could, and i always imagined the white water wake as a pack of wolves chasing the boat, trying to play with it. i'd lean over the stern, right next to the engine, and let the high-pressure water beat the shit out of my hand, imagining that i was playing with the wolves as they leapt up from the wake, trying to catch up to the rotors. i was going to write something like this into diesel's internal narration, but he's too tense in this fic to let his imagination wander.

vegas is also ogling the studd's body, especially his (perisex, cis) chest. to him, this is the pinnacle of manhood. everything he wants to be, everything he's trying to be, and it deifies studd. studd's also sitting at the stern near the transom, whereas vegas is seated across from him with his back to the cockpit. they're both going in the same direction at the same speed, but vinnie's doing it in reverse. his path forward has more unknowns and more unseen obstacles, and he feels uncertain, ill-prepared, and nervous, but he is genuinely content to allow dallas to guide him onwards. he doesn't have to look over his shoulder to know dallas is navigating them safely through open water.

Plus, soreness was starting to creep across his chest, the adhesive tacking the silicone sheeting over his scarring starting to itch from sweat. He rubbed his hands together and dug his left thumb into his right palm, smoothing in circles through his gloves. He was still getting the hang of cutting the medical grade squares into sheets and applying them with what was basically bandaid glue, but it did the job: Kept the scarring down, kept the sun off. He just hoped his chest would look like his partners' by the end of this, he was starting to get twitchy about the muscle mass he lost during the first few months of healing. Four more months, and he'd have spent a year in Florida. Four more weeks, and he'd be back under the knife. It was giving him anxiety. Panic attacks. Just thinking about it was making him sick and it definitely wasn't from Dallas's careless handling of the banjo-style wheel, and he still had to fly back home tomorrow and see his mom and-

surprise! dallas funded his top surgery recently! TRANS RIGHTS!! i think this element speaks for itself and helps contextualise his mood, here, and it's followed up by some more dysphoria, and a direct confirmation that vinnie trusts dallas. even when his thoughts are beginning to race and anxiety starts manifesting physiologically, his faith in dallas never waivers, and he affirms that to himself as a self-calming technique.

"Hey." Vegas jumped. His eyes came back into focus on Studd's package, no surprise, but when Vegas lifted his eyes to his face, the Studd wasn't looking at him. He cupped a hand around his mouth and raised his voice. "Hey! Yo! Dallas!"

Vegas turned around to look at their captain as well, slapping the utility box behind him a few times for good measure. Dallas throttled down gently, flashed the now murderous Dolls a winning smile, and turned round to drape an arm over the back of his seat. His hair had mostly escaped from its pilfered scrunchy, definitely Tori's, and started framing his face in dirty blond corkscrews. That smile was worth a million bucks. "What's up, baby? Want the radio turned up? Not likin' the view?"

"No way, man," Studd snorted, voice lowering back to its regular volume. His slow drawl was surprisingly soft spoken, and he waved a hand to shoo away Dallas's concerns. "Get your lead foot off the gas, Diamond. I wanna enjoy the salt water spray, not get power washed. And yeah, why don't you turn it up? Gimme something that bumps."

"Anything for you, guy," Dallas saluted and cranked one of many knobs on his instrument panel. At the twangy sting of Slinky's opening notes, Studd met Vinnie's gaze and rolled his eyes.

"That Dallas, right, brother? I like Link Wray too, but that ain't bumping. You mind?" His many rings glittered like the sun on the sea as he wiggled the fingers of one hand at Vegas then motioned for him to get up. Vegas raised an eyebrow but still stood, taking a moment to steady himself before rounding the mid-deck seating and marching right up to the cockpit. Dallas had already vacated after dropping anchor, sitting between Lee Ann and Kimberly and trying to placate them before they decided to throw him overboard. It didn't look like it was working. Leaving Dallas to his small army of mutineers, Vegas cranked the station dial right to WCMQ-FM and looked back towards the stern as the first chorus of Sandunguera threatened to blow out the speakers. Studd dropping his neck back onto the plush headrest was the best indication Vegas got that his job was done.

*clutching my arm rests* i fucking love studd and dallas's dynamic i'm going to gnaw on sheet metal. /j i'm not even editing this part down, mainly because i think we all deserve to watch dallas be eaten alive. back on track, we come into focus on one of the studd's many assets. some narrative foreshadowing for vinnie's upcoming surgeries, more dysphoria, and an example of the ease with which razor identifies, disrupts, and attempts to alter vinnie's disordered thinking. my uncle used to operate a bar on long island in new york and would ask me to burn CDs for specific crowds. slinky and sandunguera were both requested by him on different CDs, and sandunguera was a hit amongst cuban americans. WCMQ-FM/Z 92.3 is a fort lauderdale/miami station run by the spanish broadcasting system. this is one of the ways i express the setting without bluntly writing it down. onwards:

"Vin! Baby! The bar's right behind you." His boss waved at him nonchalantly from the den of vipers. Yeah, good luck with that, pal.

"Not enough limes in the world to save you, boss," he mimed throwing a hand of cards at Dallas. To his credit, the blond threw his head back and laughed, his wife elbowing him in the ribs. All passengers aboard knew the Studd would start bartending when the time was right. Head shaking, Vegas sauntered back to his seat and ignored the sun glinting off Studd's teeth.

i love u vinnie vegas and diamond dallas. i love u kimberly. not much to say about this beyond the way dallas has created an environment where the studd is in a position of control regarding alcohol, where he'll never be offered a drink or obligated to witness other people drinking unless he initiates it. he's the house dealer here, not dallas, not kimmy, not the dolls, not vinnie. it helps him be responsible and self-moderate, and razor responds positively to situations where he has the opportunity to look out for other people. keeping alcohol consumption reasonable is a group effort, here, not something razor has to undertake alone.

"No seats left with the Dolls, Vegas?" He teased, oozing over the bench seats more, seemingly never running out of ways to increase his size. Vegas winced, crossed his legs, crossed them the other way, tried to fix his hair, put his feet flat back on the deck. Surgery was still on his mind and he shook his head, sitting back with a deep exhale. He had to reposition his arms when he ran his hands through his hair, the pull deep in his still-numb pecs uncomfortable more than painful. At least he was starting to regain sensation here and there, but it was the scars on his pelvis that seemed to have had their nerves permanently severed. The waistband of his garish board shorts chafed them but he hardly noticed.

"Fit my fat ass up there? No way. Poke somebody's eye out with my knees. Nah." The response was deflecting and, as the jazzy sounds of Las Van Van faded into the Cubano radio host's voice, Studd lifted his head and pierced Vegas with a stern stare. He felt like one of those preserved butterflies on display - Or maybe something a little less pretty, like a beetle, or without so much armour, like-

SURPRISE AGAIN! vinnie had top surgery AND a hysterectomy (as well as vaginectomy)! TRANS RIGHTS. vinnie has more than just gender dysphoria and also struggles with body dysmorphia, something that's excessively common amongst athletes. this applies not only to his injuries, but to his own perceived size, and the studd being so much broader than him is difficult for him to deal with occasionally, despite the height difference. he's dysmorphic about the fat content on his body, especially as it begins to redistribute now that he has access to HRT intended testosterone. even thinking of himself as a bug under scrutiny falls victim to compulsive heteronormativity and dysmorphia simultaneously, where a butterfly is too effeminate for comfort, yet a beetle is much too masculine to be achievable.

"White Diamond for your thoughts, chico?" That deep, smooth voice was suddenly beside Vegas, the storage unit behind him popped open. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he only belatedly processed his stablemate stand and cross the distance between them in one massive stride. His meaty, powerful thighs were right next to the Las Vegas transplant's face, and he wanted to take a bite of that sun kissed skin. […] most other boaters passing them with a wide berth. Probably didn't want to have to offer such a big group their blow, some real Southern hospitality.

Swaying with the waves like the ocean was his second home, Studd whipped up the cocktail in under a minute, straining it into one of the crystalline glasses Dallas stocked his mini bar with. Everything was dropped back into the cooler seemingly unceremoniously, the table folded back into the box, and the lid slammed shut. He was expertly juggling two cocktails in one hand and a cigar box of honeyed cherries in the other, dropping down beside Vinnie heavily.

studd initiating the alcohol consumption on his own terms, from the timing to the drinks mixed, and he mixes them himself, decides who gets what when, and when everything gets packed back up. as mentioned in another post, i don't project scott hall's real world alcoholism onto his fictional characters, but do embrace a narrative depicting substance dependency and the struggle against becoming addicted.

vinnie's dysmorphia continues at full speed, accompanied by the "i want to be him" thoughts' best friend: "i want him." i'm cutting out most of the intimate portions because they're self explanatory and the fic can speak for itself. this entire section depicts the amount of trust vinnie has in razor as well as the power dynamic between the two of them this early in their relationship, and i recommend reading the fic if you've come this far into the director's cut but have yet to do so.

also: wealthy boaters in florida avoiding the garish, bougie boat full of gruff men and attractive women because they don't want to share That much cocaine was, allegedly, an actual phenomena. fascinating.

[…] [The Diamond Studd] tasted like salt, expensive cigars, and hot vinyl[…]

hi slater i painstakingly created this flavour profile to appeal to you, specifically. if i could send you a tea that tastes like this i would [+a little gunpowder tea in the mix. BANG!]

He wanted to shove the Studd down and ride him to death, but that was usually what people thought of him. Sunglasses starting to slide down his nose, Vegas licked his lips, barely able to meet the brunette's eyes. His brown hair looked like a dark halo, and Vegas was acutely aware of how much of a mess his own hair had to look. It'd been a long time since he let his hair grow out this much and he was having trouble taming it, but, hey, he wouldn't mind if the Studd was fucking with it, although Vegas would prefer to be twisting his hair around his fist while he screwed him into the sand-

we return to desireville for a brief moment to bring you: vinnie's thoughts course correcting from the indoctrinated, heteronormative "you are girl and PiV/submissive intercourse is what you want" to "i'm Me and i want to dominate this man within an inch of his life."

as a disclaimer: people, whether they be intersex, cis, trans, what have you, are welcome and encouraged to want and pursue whatever kind of sex they want, including not having sex at all. my narrative does not imply that trans men who bottom are inherently subverting or invalidating their gender, nor being heteronormative. for vinnie, being dominant and topping a man, explicitly, are things that have been gatekept from him due to his AGAB, genitalia, and own body image and confidence issues.

Embarrassment suddenly caught up with Vinnie. He felt like he had heat stroke. The song on the radio was loud and quiet at the same time, the surf mocking him, just like the ladies and Dallas all laughing-

"Hey," the hand left his chin and slapped his cheek gently. […]

this, and the rest of this paragraph, depict the studd identifying and disrupting vinnie's anxiety. it was really important to me to depict a young diesel struggling with his OCD and dysmorphia, and the invasive, disordered thinking, and anxiety that come with it. the next section contains a depiction of internalised transphobia, which i will be discussing, as a warning.

"Uh," he stuttered, cleared his throat, tried to get the octave of his voice back down to where it should be. "Uhuh. Yeah. Look- […] -I'm nervous, okay? Mom and I are good, but people back home are going to recognise me, and they're going to remember me as the wannabe-transsexual beanpole who used her Rez card to strong arm the school district."

He hadn't even realised the pronoun slip until it was too late and he cringed, hoping none of the girls heard. The last thing he needed right now was another one of Dallas's Queens trying to be his life coach, and any of the Dolls present were liable to snitch. […] "I just- I don't feel like I'm playing with a full deck here, you know? The odds are stacked against me. And, whatever happens, I still gotta psych myself back up for the cut again. You know how scary that is, Ramon? Five surgeries in two years, if you include rebuilding my leg, and now they're going in and fucking it up even more-"

vinnie and his mother maintain a very close, positive relationship all throughout her life, and none of his career choices, identity, or presentation ever threaten that. he always sends money home, always takes care of her, and invites her to participate in his life whenever possible. the rest of his community in michigan, though... he isn't as comfortable with. he was always awkward and disconnected from other natives having not grown up in the culture, his ojibwe father having passed away young. he went to tennessee, kentucky, and germany for basketball and college, went into long haul trucking, and always explored the leather and gay communities outside of detroit, not wanting to risk making his mother's life harder. he was still entitled to certain rights and accommodations as someone holding tribal registry, including telling white lies to play on the boys' baskbetball teams due to the lack of girls' ones.

he's more concerned with one of the dolls overhearing than he is concerned about engaging in self deprication, however; dallas employs drag queens as cosmotologists, stylists, consultants, whatever need be, and they generally treat vinnie like he's their little pup in need of some training and guidance. he also hires trans and intersex people for various positions, and i have notes for writing in his club's intersex transfem bartender in the future >;3c

on a more serious note: vinnie has a healthy degree of respect and fear for major surgery, and is already planning to undergo yet another massive procedure while still recovering from his most recent ones. he's has extensive repairs on his injured leg with mixed outcomes, in part due to the initial emergency surgery being less than ideal. i've had numerous major surgeries myself, and have more in my future. each one is harder than the last, and most of them occuring within a span of only nine years. recovery feels like you've been shoved back to square one every. single. time, and you fight and claw and work your way back to something better... knowing, as soon as you do, your surgeon's going to ask you to schedule the next surgery.

vinnie is disabled. his leg injuries disable him, insufficient medical intervention disables him, ongoing treatment disable him. both of his legs experience chronic pain, inflammation, and recurrant injuries, and he's a massive, heavy, athletic man - it takes a toll. now, he's preparing to undergo mixed method phalloplasty, which will demand that grafts be taken from his thighs and mons pubis region. he isn't eligible for full MLD but doesn't want to undergo RFF nor methods grafting from the torso due to visible scarring and potential loss of hand dexterity. as a disabled person: it is scary, putting your body through major surgery that will further complicate your quality of life, potentially forever in the rare event a severe complication arises.

"Whoa, whoa, okay," the Studd cut him off […] Hand carefully avoiding the scars, he cupped his still impressive pec and massaged it tenderly. […] "You're a powerful, sexy, perfect man, you hear me? Anybody got a problem with you, you call me, Vegas. Tch. […] I'll Diamond Drop 'em. Drop 'em like the ugly, desperate, jealous little flies they are."

Unable to fight the laugh that seized him, Vegas squeezed the Studd's thigh and shook his head. "Who booked you a flight, handsome?"

welcome to gender affirmation city, baby!! he loves vinnie. so much he's going to detroit with him whether he knows it or not. horniness incoming:

Eyebrows shooting up, Studd stole Vinnie's drink in a clatter of gold and diamonds, polishing it off and swiping an ice cube to crunch into bits. His mouth was so hot it melted almost instantly. Vegas wanted his tongue to melt in the Studd's mouth like that and, post-op, his cock-

when the . when tbe gender affirming surgery... affirm ur gender. i'm again cutting some softcore porn below because it is self explanatory, and if you want to read vinnie's bisexual thoughts and dallas being jumped by women you'll have to click the link up top

"Daddy-o, baby, who else? You think he'd risk losin' you to the 313?" This was news to Vinnie. […] Studd didn't seem as interested, both his hands falling to Vinnie's tight waist, thumbs tracing the lines of the four pack he was slowly working on. "Besides, I never gamble with sentiment. You're all mine, Vegas."

nicknames for dallas include "dally" and "daddy-o/daddio" and i love that for him. "the 313" refers to detroit's area code when dialing a detroit phone number, and this turn of phrase is commonly used to refer to specific regions. this area code is actually a sister code to NYC's 212, LA's 213, and chicago's 312. at the time, almost all phones used rotary dialing, and the easiest codes to dial were reserved for regions with the highest telephone density in the US.

and possessiveness and intimacy, because they help vinnie feel less dysphoric and dysmorphic, razor flat out thinks he's hot, and he's extremely attached to his best friend and loathes the idea of him going at something so serious and intimidating alone. after some fumbling:

[The Studd] was sliding into him, pulling him, fitting their bodies together seamlessly. If anything, they fit even better now than before, and Vegas had no where to put his hands but in Studd's hair, the stubble on his jaw, the twin earring to Dallas's dangling from his ear. […] His breath was heavy in [Vinnie's] ear, voice a deafeningly quiet earthquake. "I gotta give you a sexier name before I show you off on hometown turf, boy."

vin's finally able to enjoy his body a little bit, to like the way it feels when another person touches him. post-op, he doesn't have to feel uncomfortable about his chest touching someone else's. post-op, he doesn't have to feel as uncomfortable and scared when his groin and genitals are interacted with, even if there's more work to be done. razor's someone he's been deeply intimate with pre-op, and is the only person thus far that he can compare pre- and post-op physicality with. this is hugely affirming for vinnie.

and my favourite thing about my razor muse overall: he named him diesel, and that's the name the gambler formerly known as vinnie vegas took for the rest of his life.

IT IS DONE. thank you my beloved friend for allowing me to take you on this wild ride into the inner workings of my mind

[eunchancorner]

A question about the ghosts:

Can they pick up objects?

(if this has been clarified in the past I'm sorry for asking again)

Yep! It's how their object possession works!