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Sure Thing

charles leclerc x female reader (smau) 2/?

a continuation of WE FOUND LOVE (index)

summary: you and charles were meant to be together even if the media, society and his girlfriend criticized you.

trope: childhood friends to lovers, ferrari driver x head strategist , mean gf (no hate to any of charles' gf's, ex or current.)

a/n: hi hii!! :D charles my amour won in COTA and of course I had to create something out of that. Soo without further todo, i shall introduce to you Sure Thing, part 2 of We found Love! Enjoyyy!! <3

Your thumb hovered over Charles’ Instagram post, reading the simple caption repeatedly, fixating on one specific sentence; "Alex and I have decided to end our relationship".

You felt an unexpected surge of emotions — relief, confusion, excitement.

"This is so sudden", you whispered to yourself though there was no one really beside you.

Alex was heavily popular, APM Monaco made her model for their jewellery, she was signed with influencer management and she even promoted many clothing brands throughout her journey as Charles's girlfriend— she was sort of the IT Wag. However, nobody truly knows what she was, what she did and how she acts when she's away from the monumental stardom and attention she got.

And you opened twitter. Which instantly made you regret your decision.

@F1Gossip:

"BREAKING: Charles Leclerc and Alexandra call it quits! What led to the sudden breakup? Rumors are swirling about Y/N��s involvement… 👀 #F1Drama #CharlesLeclerc"

@AlexandraStans:

"Honestly, good riddance. Alex deserves better than someone who spends all his time with another woman. #TeamAlex #CharlesLeclerc"

@LeclercNation:

"People need to stop blaming Y/N for the breakup. Charles is an adult who made his own decision. #TeamYN #FerrariFamily"

Regardless of whatever you were feeling, you quickly pushed them aside, reminding yourself to not to get sucked into this situation. "Who are you?", you asked yourself, constructing a mental note. You are Charles’ strategist, his friend, and that’s all this was. You did spend hours with him throughout your childhood, of course, you went to school with him, you had sleepovers with the Leclerc brothers, you spent hours in the kitchen with manman gossiping - you were considered the daughter she never had. What have you not done with the Leclercs?

It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.

Frankly, you've no idea how to bring it up, so you kept a promise to not bring it up and you didn’t. You appreciate the week off without any races — it brought you away from everything. You wanted to keep your mind off things and give some time to yourself. And that's exactly what you did.

ursername

time-off 🤍🐻‍❄️🪽🍸

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lewishamilton enjoy, yn! lets get some almave next time ya?

⤷ ursername omg yes lewsss!! 🍸🍸

charles_leclerc 🩷 see you next week, ynie!

⤷ ursername indeed char 🤍🩷

mlnmarta boubou is missing you, come back soon!! 🤱

⤷ ursername u and me in singapore? it's a definite yes😘😘

alexfanpage look at this homewreker, fucking bitch! 😡😡

⤷ illpresidanto omg get a life!! you so pressed for no reason u ugly bitch

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It was a sunlit afternoon in Monaco, where Marta and Riccardo were celebrating the upcoming arrival of their second child. The garden was decorated with a mix of blue and white balloons, creating a cheerful, celebratory atmosphere. Close friends, family, and little Chiara, who was already running around like a whirlwind, were all present.

You wore a pink dress, your hair tousled on your shoulders, favouring another baby girl while Charles was wearing a blue t-shirt accompanied with a blue bandana — something you haven't seen him wear for the past 2 years. It felt different seeing him wear that bandana, it evoked old memories between the both you. You were brought with a wave of nostalgia where you used to go live with Charles on Twitch racing each other on the sim during the Covid-19 era.

You're a sucker for nostalgia

When you first spot Charles at Marta and Riccardo's gender reveal party, you can't help but pause for a moment. He's standing casually near the edge of the garden, his relaxed posture and easy smile making him the center of attention without even trying. His blue bandana was tied loosely around his head. The way the sunlight catches his hair, tousled from the bandana, adds a soft glow around him. He’s talking to a group of friends, but when his eyes meet yours from across the garden, there's a brief flicker of recognition.

As Chiara ran over to you, her arms outstretched, you quickly scooped the little girl up into your arms — pampering her with your soft kisses. “Hey there, sweetheart!” you cooed, smiling warmly at the giggling toddler. Chiara clung to you, pointing toward the food table, eager to see what was there.

Charles watched the both you from a distance, carrying two glasses of sparkling water. As you looked up at him, you couldn't help but tease, “She’s already stealing the spotlight from you.”

Charles grinned, handing you a glass. “It’s alright, I’ll always be her favorite godparent. She just needs a little time to realize I’m the cool one.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that what you’re telling yourself?”

Charles shrugged, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Hey, it’s working. I’m planning to spoil her with all the toys.”

You smirked. “Bribery isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘parenting,’ Charles.”

He leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing, “Good thing I’m not a parent yet.”

As the countdown for the big reveal began, everyone gathered in the garden around Marta and Riccardo. You and Charles stood together, chatting quietly about the possible gender.

“I’m pretty sure it’s a girl,” you said, eyes glancing toward Marta. “Marta’s been mentioning how much she wants a sister for Chiara.”

Charles shook his head, his hands on your shoulder. “I think you’re wrong, honey. Riccardo’s been too quiet—he’s definitely preparing for a boy.”

"I'll prove you wrong today, Miss Strategist," he smirked

"You'll never it's definitely a——"

The moment arrived. The large balloon in front of Marta and Riccardo burst, releasing a cascade of blue confetti. Cheers erupted from the crowd, and Chiara clapped her hands in delight as she was handed to Marta.

“It’s a boy!” Riccardo exclaimed, lifting his daughter into the air, his eyes glistening with tears of joy. Marta smiled brightly, holding Chiara close to her chest, both parents absolutely overjoyed.

“I called it,” Charles whispered, nudging you with his elbow.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that. But I guess I’m going to have to learn to spoil a little boy now.”

"And you're proven wrong, y/n," he said while erupting in happiness

"Fuck off Charles!" you said as you roll your eyes

Later in the day, after the excitement had died down, you and Charles found yourselves in a quiet corner of the garden, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. you were holding Chiara, who had fallen asleep in your arms, while Leo lay at Charles' feet, content and relaxed.

“You know, you’re really good with her.”

You glanced up at him, eyes soft. “She’s easy to love.”

Charles watched you for a moment, his gaze lingering on the calm scene in front of them.

“I think you’d make an amazing parent,” he said, his voice quiet.

You smiled, though you didn’t fully respond to his comment. Instead, you gently brushed Chiara’s hair from her face. “Maybe one day.”

charles_leclerc

team boy!! 🩵🌟

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ursername baby chichi <3

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mlnmarta mi bebe~

joris_trouche 🩵

alexandrafp no alex and u look like shit!

alexamour wheres that bitch Y/N??

ursername

mon lion et ma petite filleule

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charles_leclerc adorable

lewishamilton soo cute!

mlnmarta my 👶

joris_trouche who took this pic🤭

@FerrariInsider:

"Sources close to the team say Charles and Y/N have been spending more time together since the breakup. Could something more be brewing between them? 👀 #F1Gossip"

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COTA GRAND-PRIX, AUSTIN, TEXAS.

ursername

story, 4h ago

Looking sharp out there 👀 Let’s keep it smooth this weekend, @ charles_leclerc. 🏎️✨

As Charles arrived at the garage for practice, he seemed relaxed, as if nothing had changed. So, you followed his lead, keeping things as normal as possible. Talking about Alex was the least of your concerns, you were more concerned about how Charles was coping and when you saw him being his usual bubbly and annoying self —you knew this relationship was long to be called off. Then again, this is the Charles Leclerc, the homie hopper, the playboy- you've seen it all. He's messy in relationships and that scares you, so much. Yet, you're treated so differently and you wonder why.

After FP1, Charles and Carlos stroll into their garages to rewind and reflect with the team to consult tyre management, degradation and qualifying strategies.

As Charles unlocked his phone, his thumb instinctively swiped to Instagram to catch up on the latest updates. A burst of laughter escaped him as he saw a story from his head strategist, who had tagged him in it.

“Looking sharp, huh? Not bad for just a practice session.” He said to Y/N who was sitting beside him.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Leclerc. You still have a lot to prove this weekend,” you said sternly,

“A lot to prove? I thought I already impressed the toughest critic on the team.”

“I’m a strategist, Charles. Being impressed is temporary — results are what matter,” you said

“So, if I get results, will you post something even nicer?” he said, giving her his winning smirk

“Win the race, and I’ll think about it.”

🌟 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

As the sprint race ends, Charles strolls into the garage, his helmet tucked under his arm. Y/N is standing by the monitors, reviewing the data.

Charles: “You’re awfully quiet today. Everything okay, strategist?”

Y/N doesn’t look up immediately, keeping her focus on the screen. “Just making sure you’re as sharp as I said you were. No pressure, though.”

Charles smirks, leaning casually against the desk beside her. “I’m starting to think you enjoy putting pressure on me.”

Y/N finally glances at him, a small smile playing on her lips. “If it makes you faster, then maybe I do.”

Charles chuckles, shaking his head. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

Y/N tilts her head. “You’d know if you were. For now, just focus on not going wide into Turn 11 again.”

Charles groans playfully. “That’s never happening again. You’ll see.”

Y/N: “Good. I like being right.”

Scuderia Ferrari HP

@charles_leclerc is working hard tonight with the team 🏎 ❇

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ursername one of the rarest times i see mr leclerc staying overtime! mind-boggling indeed

⤷ charles_leclerc gosh you are annoying

oscarpiastri the dedication ��

charles_leclerc y/n's fault!

lewishamilton keep it up bud!

After the debrief and post-practice meetings, you're walking back to your hotel, laptop bag slung over your shoulder. The paddock is quiet now, with only a few people milling about under the warm Austin night sky.

“Hey, strategist.”

She turns to find Charles jogging to catch up with her, still in his Ferrari polo and cap.

“Shouldn’t you be resting? I thought you went back? You’ve got qualifying tomorrow.”

Charles falls into step beside you, hands casually shoved into his pockets. “I could say the same to you. What’s keeping you out so late?”

You shrug. “Notes. Data. Making sure we’re perfect tomorrow.”

“We’re perfect, huh?” He glances at you with a teasing smirk.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t let it go to your head. It’s my job to make sure you don’t mess it up.”

“Ah, so you’re saying you’re the brains, and I’m just the guy driving the car?”

you finally stop walking and turn to face him, raising an eyebrow. “You’re finally catching on.”

For a moment, they just look at each other. The playful banter fades into a quiet intensity. Charles’ gaze softens, and Y/N feels her pulse quicken under the weight of his attention.

Charles: “You know, you’re pretty incredible.”

“Charles…” she starts, but he cuts her off with a soft laugh.

“Relax, strategist. Just giving credit where it’s due.”

You shake your head, “Save the charm for the press conferences. You’ll need it when they grill you tomorrow.”

“Right. Gotta stay focused.”

“Goodnight, Y/N. Don’t stay up too late. Wouldn't want my stargirl to get sick.”

You chuckle softly as you walk into your room, catching his eye as he waves from across the hallway, stepping into his room just opposite yours.

RACE DAY

The morning sun was barely filtering through the high windows of the hotel lobby as Charles stood near the entrance, checking his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. His nerves were on edge—not because of the race, but because today felt different.

Just as he was about to check his phone again, he saw you.

You stepped into the lobby, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. The buzz of the hotel faded away. You were wearing a dress unlike any other—simple yet striking. It was a fitted black satin dress, hugging your figure perfectly and stopping just above your knees. The neckline was deep enough to tease but still elegant, and the fabric shimmered under the light as if it were made to capture every glance.

you were unaware of the way you had completely captured his attention, you walked towards him with a confident, almost teasing smile. You could feel the tension in the air, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the race day energy or something more.

“Morning, Charles,” you said, your voice warm

“You… you look…”

Your smile widened, though there was a hint of mischief in your eyes. “Thanks. I wanted to make sure you had something to look forward to after the race.”

Charles chuckled softly, the sound low and almost nervous, his eyes scanning over you once again. The dress clung to your body in all the right ways, and his thoughts were running wild. “You’re distracting me,” he said with a grin, taking a small step toward you.

Charles reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers, the touch sending a shock through his system. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected this reaction from him. Sure, he was always flirty with you but this past week seemed a little different.

“Shall we?” he asked

“Lead the way,” she said

Charles led you through the hotel lobby, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back as you two walked toward the exit. His touch was soft, almost protective, but you could feel the weight of it. It wasn’t just a gesture—it was more.

When you reached the car, a sleek Ferrari SF90 in all its glory, Charles opened the passenger side door for you.

“After you,” Charles said with a playful grin.

You smiled, your heart skipping a beat as she slid into the car, the cool leather of the seat pressing against you as you settled in. You glanced over at Charles as he slid into the driver’s seat, his movements smooth and confident. The way he adjusted the rearview mirror, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel—it all seemed like a quiet dance between you both like everything was aligning.

Charles started the engine, the powerful rumble filling the space between them. He looked over at you, a small smile playing on his lips as they began their journey to the track.

“So,” he began, trying to keep the mood light, “Are you ready for today?”

You leaned back in the seat, gaze wandering to the window for a moment as the city passed by. “I think you’re the one who should be ready for today,” you teased, glancing back at him with a knowing smile. “You’re going to have a lot of eyes on you.”

Charles laughed softly, but there was a nervous edge to it. “That’s nothing new.” He shifted the car smoothly, maneuvering through the streets. “But it’s different when you’re here, you know?” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. “Having you here makes it… better.”

You weren’t sure if he meant it in the way you wanted to believe, but the sincerity in his voice made you feel something she hadn’t expected.

“It’s always been different,” she said softly, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

“I’ve always been here for you, Charles. I always will be.”

Charles glanced over at you, his expression softening. “I know. And I’m grateful for that.” His hand briefly brushed against yours on the gearshift, sending a jolt through you, and he didn’t pull away. For a moment, it was just the two of you, the world outside the car fading away.

When they arrived at the track, the noise of the race weekend came rushing back.

He looked over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment, his thoughts seemingly racing. Then, with a slow exhale, he opened the door and stepped out, walking around to your side of the car. He opened the door for you, just like before, but this time, it felt different.

As you stepped out of the car, Charles was already there, his hand extending to help steady you, though it wasn’t needed. You didn’t take his hand immediately, but the way he watched you, the way his eyes stayed on you with such intensity, made your heart flutter.

“You look even more stunning in the daylight,” he said, his voice lower now, the playful teasing replaced with something more genuine.

You met his gaze, lips curving into a soft smile. “Thanks, Charles,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper.

formulaone

Charles Leclerc steps into the track alongside his strategist, Y/N today! Charles is starting P4 today - let's see what we'll get with Ferrari, especially with the upcoming title battle with McLaren! Today's going to be interesting.

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alexandrafp seriously charles it;s only been 2 weeks since you broke up with alex and you're taking y/n around in your car? wtf!

⤷ charlesfp y/n is charles childhood best friend , besides alex was toxic enough that he couldn't spend time with yn!

⤷ ynstrategistupdates frr- yn and charles have always stepped into the track together before this, where is your brains?

⤷ yndefender please what?! charles had ENOUGH with alex past 2 years! stfu and leave the sport if you're only invested in WAGS!

@F1Fanatic

"Okay, but Charles and Y/N arriving together in his Ferrari SF90 and the way he held her hand to help her out of the car??? Gentleman of the year 🥺🔥 #CharlesLeclerc #F1"

@TifosiForever

"Y/N in that dress??? Charles could barely keep his eyes off her. You’re telling me this is just ‘driver and strategist’ behavior? 😏 #Ferrari #COTAGP"

@GrandPrixGossip

"Did anyone else notice how Charles waited for Y/N at the lobby this morning? She’s clearly more than just a strategist to him. 👀 #F1Drama #LeclercNation"

@F1Moments

"The way Charles just casually said ‘I drive better when I know you’re watching’ to Y/N in the garage?? Sir, the cameras are ON. #SlowBurn #CharlesAndYN"

@FerrariInsider

"People are saying Charles and Y/N are just friends, but friends don’t exchange those kinds of looks before a race. 🫣 #F1LoveStory #CharlesLeclerc"

@F1Editz

"Charles Leclerc and Y/N arriving at COTA this morning >>> any romcom scene ever filmed. The chemistry is unreal. 😍 #F1Romance"

@LeclercNation

"If Charles wins today, it’s 100% because Y/N is his good luck charm. Someone check the stats on her presence at his podiums! 🏆❤️ #F1CoupleGoals"

womeninformulaone

Ferrari's Head of Strategy, Ms YN arrives on the COTA paddock alongside Ferrari's Charles Leclerc today. She is wearing a beautiful fitted navy blue dress. Let's see what she pulls off in today's race! 🏎 ❇

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ynsfp who is this DIVA?

alexfp cunning witch

⤷ charlesfp you should've been banned by now! Why do people like you still exist??

ursername WOW haha featured by this page? I thought this page was just for WAGs, never thought WOMEN in MOTORSPORTS could've been featured.

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RACE

The track energy was high as the team prepared for the race. Charles stepped into his car after having his debrief with his engineer, Bryan, Fred and of course, you- adjusting his helmet and getting settled in the cockpit. You stood by, watching till the clock hits 12.

Least to say, you were feeling nervous. But when do you not go through a whirlwind of emotions when you see your best-friend driving at 200-300km/h for 2 hours? Formula One is not a just a sport— if not done meticulously it'd be fatal.

Not were you only nervous on that but as a strategist yourself, you are afraid of letting the team down with ridiculous pits and scenarios which scares you. You weren't responsible for what happened at Montreal nor were you responsible for the mishaps this year. But as a woman in motorsports where women are highly downgraded and treated not well — you were determined to make a change in this sport where misogyny has no place and uplift young girls to dominate this world of motorsports.

As you sit on your chair at the pit-wall, you laugh as you remembered your last conversation with Charles making you shake your head.

“I’m going to win today.”

“Confident, are we?”

Charles: “When you’re the one calling the shots, how could I not be?”

There was multiple times where Charles would've said that and not win. So him being overconfident made you remember those moments. However, you always wanted your best-friend, Charles to win every single race if you could. You both grew up dreaming about winning the constructors championship for Ferrari and here you are together working together.

Life is so unexpected and magical.

The Circuit of the Americas roared with excitement as the lights went out, marking the start of the Austin Grand Prix.

As Max and Lando fought aggressively into Turn 1, their cars went wide, forcing both drivers to compromise their exits. This split-second miscalculation opened the door for Charles and Carlos Sainz, who took full advantage. Charles made an audacious dive on the inside, slipping past not just Max and Lando but also gaining a crucial edge over his Ferrari teammate.

Suddenly, Charles found himself in P1 by the end of the first corner, with Carlos right behind him. The commentators were stunned by his opportunistic brilliance:

"Leclerc from P4 to P1! That’s unbelievable! What a move from the Ferrari driver!"

"His race-starts are on point, isn't it?", you ask Fred

"He's definitely perfected it," Fred replied

From that point on, Charles showcased a masterclass in race control. Lap after lap, he extended his lead with precision and consistency. While chaos unfolded behind him, with Max and Lando locked in a fierce battle for P3, Charles focused on maintaining a steady rhythm.

Even the pit stops—often Ferrari’s Achilles’ heel—were flawless. When Charles came in for his stop on Lap 18, the team delivered a lightning-quick turnaround, allowing him to rejoin the track without losing his lead.

"Just keep it steady, Charles. You’re doing an amazing job," his race engineer said over the radio.

"Copy. Let’s bring it home," Charles replied, his voice calm but determined.

As the final lap unfolded, the crowd at COTA erupted in cheers. Charles crossed the finish line with a commanding lead, having led every lap of the race—a feat that underscored his strategic brilliance and racecraft.

"YESSS! Let’s go, ragazzi! What a race!" Charles yelled over the team radio, his joy evident.

As the garage burst into cheers and celebrations, someone nudged your shoulder. “He’s going to be insufferable after this,” one of the engineers teased, and you laughed, shaking her head.

“I think he’s earned it,” you replied softly, unable to hide the affection in your voice

His team congratulated him on a flawless performance, and the commentators lauded his exceptional drive

Leclerc didn’t just win today—he dominated. From P4 to P1 by the first corner and never looked back. This was a perfect race from the Ferrari driver."

Your hands trembled as you lowered the headset, a wide grin spreading across your face. Pride swelled in your chest, almost overwhelming. You clapped along with the team but couldn’t shake the warmth bubbling inside you. This wasn’t just a win for Ferrari. This was a win for him

In Parc Fermé, Charles leaped out of his car, visibly elated. The Ferrari garage was a sea of red, celebrating what was undoubtedly one of their best performances of the season. Charles hugged his team members before making his way to the podium.

You had tears visible flowing down your cheek- they call it the happy tears. Your heart beaming in joy and proud.

You wanted to run out there and hug him, tell him how incredible he was. But instead, you stayed rooted, heart pounding, waiting for him to arrive in Parc Fermé

As the Monegasque driver stood on the top step, the Monegasque national anthem echoed through the Austin sky, marking a moment of triumph for both Charles and Ferrari.

As he made his way to the podium, you stayed back, watching him from the sidelines. Your heart was full, pride immeasurable. You pulled out your phone, snapping a quick photo of him standing on the top step of the podium, champagne in hand, the Monegasque flag behind him.

The camera's were all on you, Ferrari and Charles — capturing the special moment that will last an eternity.

@F1Fans: "Charles Leclerc’s drive today was a masterpiece. Calm, calculated, and utterly dominant. Driver of the day, no question."

@LeclercNation: "From P4 to P1 by Turn 1, and he never gave up the lead. Charles Leclerc is a star! #AustinGP #TeamLeclerc"

@F1Memes: "Max and Lando fighting each other in Turn 1: 'This is fine.' Charles: 'Don’t mind if I do.' #Masterclass"

@FerrariOfficial: "Victory in Austin! Charles Leclerc secures the win with an exceptional performance. A day to remember for Scuderia Ferrari! #ForzaFerrari #CharlesLeclerc"

ursername

story, 5mins ago

What a drive. Proud of you @Charles_Leclerc

When Charles returned to the garage, still beaming, he sought you out immediately.

“Y/N!” he called, his voice cutting through the noise.

You turned, laughing softly at the sight of him—his race suit slightly damp from the champagne, his hair a mess, and his face glowing with happiness.

“That was incredible,” you said as he approached, eyes sparkling with pride. “You didn’t just win—you owned that race.”

He grinned, a little bashful despite the confidence he’d displayed on track. “You think so?”

“Charles,” you said, stepping closer, voice dropping slightly. “I think the whole world knows so. That was a masterclass.”

His grin turned softer, more genuine. “Means a lot coming from you.”

For a moment, there was silence between them, just the buzz of the team celebrating in the background.

“You owe me dinner,” you teased, breaking the tension. “You promised if you won.”

He smirked, his signature charm returning. “Guess I better make it special, then. For someone who’s apparently my lucky charm.”

You rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the warmth creeping up her cheeks. “Don’t get used to it, Leclerc.”

“Oh, I’m already used to it.” His tone was playful, but there was something deeper in his gaze, something unspoken.

@F1Updates:"What a dominant win by Charles Leclerc today at the Austin GP. From P4 to P1 by Turn 1 and never looked back. #CharlesLeclerc #AustinGP"

@F1FanGirl:"Did anyone see Y/N’s story? That caption! She’s so proud of him, and honestly, same. #CharlesAndYN"

@GossipGrid:"Y/N spotted in the Ferrari garage during Charles’ win. These two are definitely giving ‘something’s going on’ vibes. 👀 #F1Drama #CharlesLeclerc"

@FerrariOfficial:"Victory is red! 🏆 Congratulations to Charles Leclerc on a flawless drive at COTA. #ForzaFerrari #AustinGP"

charles_leclerc

Another one . The team have done such an incredible job recently and it's paying off, so happy we achieved a 1-2. Thanks to everybody for the massive support too, always special to come back to the US.

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maxvertsappen1 amazing masterclass bro

lewishamilton always amazing to see young generational talents winning🥇

ursername well done leclerc! 🥇

ursername

merci charles, you proved yourself right, you earned this win with pure talent and crafted art- to more wins!

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charles_leclerc finally got a good caption huhuu

scuderiaferrari cota will be in the books!

anthoinethrouchet amazing job charles, merci y/n!

@LeclercNation:"THAT race win. THAT walk back. Charles texting someone during the press conference. Coincidence? We think not. #CharlesAndYN "

@F1Gossip:"Y/N was glowing after Charles’ win. And the way he kept looking at her? We need answers, stat. #F1Tea"

You two stepped into the elevator, the hum of the machinery filling the quiet. Charles leaned against the wall, glancing at you.

“You didn’t stick around for the real celebration,” he teased, his voice low.

You smirked, arms crossed. “I figured you’d be too busy soaking up all the glory.”

Charles tilted his head, his lips curving into that signature smirk. “Maybe. Or maybe I was saving it for someone more important.”

Her heart skipped, but you rolled your eyes, playing it cool. “Always the charmer, aren’t you?”

“Only when it works,” he shot back smoothly, the elevator dinging open just in time.

As he stepped out, he glanced back at you with a small grin. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Charles,” you whispered as the doors slid shut.

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A small satyr gets lost in the woods away from his family and gets found by an orc or a minotaur and they decide to have their way w the lil satyr

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CW: size difference; fellatio; cunnilingus; cervical penetration; CNC; excessive cum; consensual, but don't tell him that

A/N: Another in the third person, because let's face it, who doesn't love a cute satyr girl? It'd be a crime to not linger describing her.

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Agda's head hurt. She lay where she had fallen last night, the charred remains of the bonfire on her left, the forest on her right across a swath of trampled turf. She sat up, a wave of hangover-induced nausea coming over her. Nobody was around. Not unusual, the last to wake after a revel was responsible for finding the site for the next one, and nobody liked responsibility like that.

Ugh. Responsibility. Agda's face soured at the word. She stood up and brushed herself off. Hands running over a toned body; small tits and a flat belly transitioning to brown-furred goat legs ending in cloven hooves. Her russet hair hung in a thick plait down her back, dark eyes sparked with energy as a carefree smile once again asserted itself on her face. Find a clearing she hadn't been to in a while, build a bonfire and wait for people to bring her booze. As responsibilities went, it's not terrible.

So she set off, mid-morning sunlight filtering through the trees, making her skin shine like bronze where it caressed her. The forest was teeming with life. Birds flitted from branch to branch, squirrels darted around her cloven hooves. May was always her favourite month, and for good reason. Finding a clearing is the easy part. The woods were never so dense that one couldn't be found for someone searching. Getting enough wood together is a little tougher. If your clearing was used too recently, there's not enough wind-fallen wood or available bramble to scrape together a campfire, let alone the kind of bonfire to call the satyrs to revel. Sure, you could cut branches from trees and get wood that way but it's smoky and unpleasant, and who the hell wants to be lugging a felling axe with them all the time?

No. A couple of miles' walk, to a brand new site. That's what was needed.

Agda hadn't gone three hundred yards when she saw something that made her pause. A hulking mass of fur and sinew. Not a satyr. A minotaur. Agda's grin grew wider. Looks like she could get into a little more mischief than she'd planned.

The brute hadn't noticed her yet. Even from as far away as she was, Agda could see he dwarfed her. She doubted she'd be level with his pecs if they stood side by side. Of course, that only made this more fun. She cast her eyes about. Yes, that's precisely what she's looking for.

*Snap*

Her hoof hit the stick perfectly. She pretended not to notice as the minotaur wheeled around. He sorted when he saw her, bent over, pretending to pick up sticks. He ran to her. Agda started running too darting left and right, making it believable, while being sure not to lose the beast following her. She feigned tripping, landing with her ass 'conveniently' in the air, pointed at the minotaur as he slowed down.

He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her up. One hand holding her while the other prised apart her spreading legs. Agda bit her lip as the minotaur sniffed her cunt, his nose taking in her musk and sweet sweat. He opened his mouth, letting his long, rough tongue roll over Agda's cunt as he held her upside-down. She almost came there and then. As soon as he started licking her, he went straight for her clit. The tongue slid over her most sensitive parts before the tip plunged into her pussy, rubbing at her insides with the same animalistic vigor.

The beast was getting hard, his cock rising, gaining in length and girth with every throb. Agda twisted her body, trying to find the flared tip of his cock with her mouth, while not giving away to the minotaur how much this wasn't his idea. The cock swung up, slapping her wetly in the face a couple of times, hot precum soaking her hair as slick spittle matted her lower half.

At last, she caught it. The tip almost filled her mouth on its own, but she still allowed him to grab the back of her head and force her down onto it. Inch by inch, the minotaur stretched Agda's throat with his cock. Even as she started to roll on to her first orgasm of the day, clenching and bucking into his mouth, his hand stayed on the back of her head, using the long braid of hair as a handle to control her.

His cock pulled out with an audible pop, twice as thick as it was when it went in, and twice as long to boot. The flare pulsed with readiness, eager to be pounded into the goat-girl's eager fuckhole. The minotaur turned her around, pointing her face away from him. One hand supported her belly, the other was still wrapped in her hair, using it as a leash. The flare was almost wide enough to sit on, almost comically thick compared to the tiny satyr trying to spread herself open to take it. Somehow, either through the minotaur pushing down, Agda opening herself up, or the copious amounts of fluid helping it along, the tip popped in. Agda moaned, her legs hanging limp as the minotaur drove himself deep into her. Her hands drew to her clit, trying her best to rub at herself around the hand using her body to stroke a cock the length of her arm.

Over and over the minotaur hit her cervix, every time she'd let out a noise, half of pain from her most sensitive part being ignobly slammed into, half of pleasure, wanting him to hit harder and go deeper. The minotaur growled, a deep rumbling as he tried to force Agda even further down his cock.

He pushed harder with every stroke, forcing himself into her. Agda screamed out in agonised delight as he pushed through, forcing his way through her cervix and into her tender, fertile womb. The minotaur pressed harder, hilting himself in her before adjusting his grip.

His hands were on her hips now. Agda's fingers ran furiously over her clit as she careened towards her next release, then the next, then the next. The minotaur didn't care about the sobbing, moaning satyr impaled on him. He was too focused on using her soft, firm, tender body to fuck himself with to notice her asking him not to stop, to give her more. His thrusts got harder, slower, pushing her down hard and holding her there a little longer each time as his balls tightened up against him.

He came in rivers. The force of the first spurting jet would've made Agda gasp, were she not already a gasping, sobbing wreck. The next was a little weaker, but still dumped a litre of minotaur seed directly into her womb. Over and over, the inside of her body was flooded with hot cum from her would-be rapist. Again and again the minotaur pulled her down a little harder on his thick flare.

Then he pulled out. Lifting Agda like she weighed nothing, watching as his cum flowed out of her and pooled on the floor before dropping the drooling, twitching satyr at his feet. He walked on, cum still dripping in thick ropes from his retracting cock.

Agda rolled onto her back, smiling as she scooped up a handful of fresh cum from her cunt, tasting the salty bitter slime. Minotaurs are her favourite toys

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Got a little carried away with this one, but the idea of the cute satyr tricking the brutish minotaur into having his way with her was too good to resist. Not sure why she needed him to think it was his idea, but it was fun to add that detail

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godhandler · 3 months ago

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meet young adult Toji Zenin from Rent A BF!

just turned 20 (it’s 1995), the legal age of adulthood, and ran away from home the second he could

genuinely very intelligent on top of that heavenly restriction strength

not that he’ll admit it to himself, has very low self esteem (constantly calls himself “a piece of trash” in his head) that he covers with a brusque attitude. he’s physical strong but mentally apathetic to his emotions as a coping mechanism for his c-ptsd

at his worst, he’s unstable and often irrational, quick to anger, deeply insecure of his existence, chip on his shoulder, is sensitive to rejection, volatile emotions

Lives in a ramshackle 1BHK in a Minami-Sinju ghetto. Why try for a better place? he believes that’s the best that he deserves anyway. also he’d rather live freely in poverty than go back to the zenin estate

being an escort has ruined his image of sex and intimacy– it’s a performance he’s got to do again and again regardless of whether he wants to or not. he just zones out, does the deed, and waits for payment. he’s used to it. Sex is business and he’d rather eat his arm than show intimacy/vulnerability.

has a weird thing about sitting on other people’s chairs/couches. he wasn’t allowed to “pollute the furniture” growing up, so even now he’ll just lean against the wall or keep standing until he’s exclusively invited to sit down.

really likes local street food, especially yaki/grilled food– takoyaki, okonimiyaki, yakitori, yakiniku etc. likes a little kick of spice, a couple dabs of green chilli sauce. was given a lot of the accidently burnt food growing up and now he’s got a liking for it, calls it ‘extra crispy’ and ‘the char adds flavour’. prefers savoury over sweet but enjoys those mildly sweet rice cakes. eats fast, usually the first to finish at the table. knows proper table etiquette he just doesn’t care.

likes the idea of falling in love and having a family more than the actual experience of it. deep down, he wants to have a sweet kid who gets everything he didn’t. but rn he’s atleast 5 years away from that realisation

was racist and homophobic due to ignorance, changed his views when he met all sorts of people working in the underbelly of society. shiu hit him when he first said racist stuff against koreans.

brings shoes inside the house.

knows his way around a computer (rare at the time), can operate emails and vidcalls. helpful for his ‘business’. has a motorola phone but doesnt carry it around.

had his beard come in early but its a patchy one. shaves twice a week.

a/n: i had initially planned to make this a pretty dark fic, with a barely-legal toji trapped in a spiral of prostitution, poverty, drugs, mental illness, and murder with a reader who takes advantage of him. but when i actually sat down to write it, i just couldn't. ik he's a fictional character but toji's suffered so much already, i ended up giving him an entirely fluffy series where he is loved and things go right for him for once.

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starlightshadowsworld · 5 months ago

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Tw child abuse

Concept: Atsushi doesn’t leave the Orphanage unscathed (combined with my headcanon that Atsushi’s weakness is fire.)

The Headmasters ire was never not aimed at Atsushi. But on that final day it felt demonic. He ran but two other staff members held him in place.

Through every punch.

Every kick to his frail broken body.

Atsushi thinks he passed out when the hot poker seared his flesh. But all he can recall from that were the sound of his own own screams.

Just as Atsushi thought he was going to die he was tossed out into the freezing night.

He was no stranger to the cold. To the pain that had become his only companion in life. But this was unbearable. Yet he gritted his teeth and crawled away from the closed gates.

His clothes were shredded from age and being torn apart into makeshift bandages. Atsushi didn’t really know how to tend to wounds, especially burns as severe as these.

It’s not like he’d ever been worth wasting medical supplies over.

Hunger was another old friend that joined him on the way. It probably sounded weird that Atsushi was grateful for it. It kept his mind off the scars that scattered across his body.

How they burned no matter how cold he was.

The tiger popped around days later and Atsushi wondered if being eaten would hurt any less.

Atsushi wasn’t really paying attention to the bandaged man’s…Dazai’s words. The cold water felt like both a blessing a curse. He contemplated jumping back in. But the evenings chill would get him if he tried.

Dazai frowned, noticing something amiss but figured it was simply Atsushi’s hunger. And yet that unease didn’t fade once Atsushi had eaten more then a few bowls of chazuke.

The relief at being full was quickly overtaken by the pain. Because now it was front and centre in Atsushi’s mind. He wasn’t listening to Dazai and Kunikida, not really.

He got up to leave and cried out when Kunikida lifted him up. For the action caused his charred shirt to rise up and rub against the burns on his stomach.

Kunikida let him go, concern flashing in his eyes as he wordlessly turned to his partner. Checking that Dazai had seen it too, which he had now.

The little bit of damage they’d manage to see was horrific. The fact Atsushi wasn’t on the ground crying in agony told them, along with the holes in his story that he was gifted.

Because no average person could survive such wounds.

Dazai jumped as the tiger leaped at him. Nullifying the ability but not before making a mental note of the patches of damaged fur.

He caught Atsushi and gently laid him on the ground. Just as Kunikida walked in closely followed by Yosano. Atsushi awoke soon enough, taking the new information about as well as one could.

And then… “Atsushi, are you hurt?” Atsushi not so subtly shrank back at the question. “It’s fine” came the immediate response.

Yosano gave Dazai and Kunikida a look and without a word both got up and left. Standing out by the door just incase.

“You’re not in any trouble.” The disbelief on his face made her both mad and sad. She’d seen to many with such an expression and it never got easier.

From the brief talk with Kunikida she could tell was Atsushi a person that assumed everything was his fault. It was probably why he got hurt to begin with. As some sort of twisted punishment.

She couldn’t wait to show those people something truly twisted.

“You don’t have to tell me. I just want to make sure that you’re okay.” The honesty might’ve been why Atsushi hesitantly rolled up his shirt. Yosano didn’t let her anger show and instead focused on inspect the wounds after gaining Atsushi’s consent.

Her touch was feather light and he slowly began to explain how he got such injuries to begin with. “You didn’t deserve any of that” she hoped one day he’d believe her. For now Yosano was just relieved he’d let her treat his wounds.

Without her gift that is which she wasn’t surprised by but accepted. Atsushi had suffered enough anyway.

Yosano did what she could. Kunikida used his ability to conjure up any equipment she didn’t have on hand. While Dazai sat by Atsushi’s side and regaled him in the most ridiculous tales as he laid in their infirmary.

Atsushi should’ve been admitted to the hospital but with the bounty there was no chance of that happening. He was afraid but he seemed to have done trust in them. Which after all he’d been through was a miracle in enough itself.

His burns were severe and he’d developed a fever but Atsushi would heal. It would take a lot of work, regular check ups and salves but slowly but surely he would heal. Hopefully it wouldn’t just be his injuries.

“So he’s joining us right?” Asked Yosano, stepping out to the main office. It was only the three of them here at this hour. “Yup” said Dazai and though Kunikida looked sceptical he nodded.

“Alright, but we’ll have to post pone the entrance exam and we’ll need to ensure his health is a priority during his time with us” and on Kunikuda rambled because he’d already grown fond over Atsushi.

The other two teased Kunikida as they made a scheduleso that someone would be with Atsushi throughout the night. Checking up on him and making very elaborate revenge plots against his orphanage.

Atsushi was one of theres they just needed to make it official.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd kunikida #kunikida doppo #bsd yosano #yosano akiko #injuries #child abuse

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monodramatic-cannibal · 6 months ago

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Cleaver's ref

Info post about Memento Cadre

more info under the cut

-Uses He/Him

-head canon voice:

-Other than bones and gaster blasters, he has two main abilities with his magic.

The ability to swap two things/peoples places (think of Jjk Todo’s ability “boogie woogie”). He can swap things up to a football field length away from himself. And can swap something every 30 seconds.

And the ability to make things explode providing he has touched the things. The bigger the object is the less time he has in terms of making it explode. So basically an item has a limit to how long it can be detonated e.g. a tennis ball due to being small he can have it explode anywhere between first touching it to around 12 hours later. Whereas something like a car he has anywhere between first touching it to around 5 minutes later.

-Is the one with the least amount of DT, he’s LVL 4. Is a lot more frail than the others too. Tends to try to act more support based rather than being fully in a fight.

-Cleaver’s bags on his hips are full of small items he uses with his explosion magic. Tries to collect items to use with the ability that are going to be the same colours as the underground environments. E.g. paper balls to use in snowdin. Cleaver may also use clear marbles for this as well.

Cleaver will also go out of his way to make things to use with this explosion magic. E.g. a jar full of nails, and then throwing and exploding the jar so nails shoot everywhere.

-The one in the group (besides Omen) who is least likely to attack someone. Doesn’t so much care for the fighting, just wants to help Omen document aus/collect items. So is also the one who causes the least amount of negativity in the group.

If someone doesn’t fight him, he will not fight them, even if he’s commanded to do so, he still will not fight. He may step into a fight to either try to break it up if he feels he can, or if he sees one of the members of Memento Cadre struggling/going to get hurt.

-Nervous most of the time. Due to his au he’s learned to be on edge most of the time. Only really being able to fully relax when back at the base. May have his moments where he seeks others out to help with his nerves.

-Very similar backstory to the og Horror. Except for the fact his bones also got charred when his eye was taken.

The charred bones no matter how much he takes care of them still remain like that and may still hurt half the time.

Often will have Omen help him take care of these burns with ointment, just because it gets taking care of it out the way quicker, and Omen knows what his wounds look like so Omen can tell him if he thinks it’s getting worse.

-Has to be doing stuff with his hands. Is often seen doing wood carving, sewing, origami, fixing things, etc. He made a bracelet for Alloy (Killer). Doing these things helps with his nerves, and also just helps to pass the time.

-Often has Soot (Dust) holding onto him either it be his coat sleeves or the strap on the back of his coat. Doesn’t mind that Soot wants to stick close and will often go out of his way to go over to Soot so Soot can hang onto him.

-Was very iffy with food before joining Memento Cadre. Would basically hate any food put in front of him. It making him ill just staring at it.

He started to learn how to cook from Omen, Omen having forced him to learn at the beginning, but over time he began to enjoy it. Being able to cook his own food helped him to slowly gain a healthier relationship with food, he’s not the best at cooking, but for him it’s the thought that he made it that makes him eat it.

-Him and Alloy are close, him often giving Alloy stuff that he’s made. Knows Alloy needs patience and is willing to give it to him.

-Has a slight superiority complex, though it’s never noticed by anyone, not even himself really. A sort of mindset of ‘I’m the only normal one here. So I’m better than everyone’. This mainly comes out when he mind boss someone around, including Omen. Will often get into small arguments with Omen over things because of this.

-Doesn’t really get DT flares like the others. May feel his bones ‘buzzing’ from what LV/DT he does have, but it never really affects him, is often the one to go tell Omen (Nightmare) when the others appear to be going into a DT flare.

-often may also carry around a cleaver, or some form of large knife, he rarely has to use it, but does carry it just in case someone gets too close and he has to use it.

-Is semi observant, but never cares enough to retain the information. Unless he feels he could use that info for later, then he will write it down.

-Has somewhat bad memory due to his head injury, often will leave him dazed and confused from time to time. Often writes important things down, since he doesn’t want to forget them, writing them down helps him to remember things as well.

The others have enough respect for him to not go through his notes. Except for Alloy, it’s not that Alloy doesn’t respect him but Alloy’s own curiosity and wanting to know what Cleaver sees as important.

Inspos:

-I sort of wanted him to almost look a little bit like a cleaner. (I've been playing a lot of 'viscera cleanup detail'.)

-I thought he'd look good in green, I also feel like he'd blend in slightly with the snowdin forest trees more wearing green. Since he tries to avoid fights, I figure it's best for him. I also feel the duller colours might help him blend in slightly in waterfall too.

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violetwolfraven · 4 months ago

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Idk what this is but I have to post it before season 7 comes out and it is rendered officially canon-noncompliant

Time takes a time out.

That’s the best way Soren can think of to describe what it feels like the second after they tell him.

“Corvus was captured by Karim. We don’t know for sure if Karim still has him, but what we can say for certain is that he is missing.

He rode out with Ezran a couple of days…”

Gren keeps talking, explaining the details of the situation, but that’s about the last of it that Soren hears.

The ground is unsteady, and he can feel his heartbeat throbbing in his skull, and his own breathing seems to be the loudest thing in the world.

Corvus is missing. Presumed captured, but could be…

Soren feels so fucking stupid. He didn’t even notice, at first. Corvus is a quiet kind of guy, right? Sort of stealthy. Tracker, spy, advisor—all roles where it’s a good thing for him to fade into the background to everyone except his own friends. And he’s a more than competent fighter. Not seeing him right away doesn’t usually mean anything. Soren was more focused on Ezran. The uncharacteristic quietness, one-word answers to questions trembling with a grief and rage very not like the boy king of Katolis. Soren has seen Ezran upset before, he’s seen him sad, even angry on occasion, but he’s known Ezran almost since he was born and he’s never seen him like this.

He turned to express as much to Corvus, and to ask how he’s doing—Katolis is his home too, his charred, barely standing home—only to realize he wasn’t there. Not just not right next to Soren; not there at all. Janai and Amaya sent a pretty large party to assess the extent of the damage and Corvus wasn’t with them. Corvus wasn’t bound to the Sunfire kingdom by duty like Amaya now was, so that struck Soren as odd. He asked Gren, and…

Soren forces himself to take a deep breath.

He’s Crownguard. He’s been helping the rest of the council set up and run their camp, attend to the wounded, and bury the dead for the last 2 days. He’s in a leadership position and someone has to fill Ezran in on what’s what.

Actually, Callum and Rayla (arrived with Rayla’s dad-sassin around sundown yesterday) seem to be taking care of that, so Soren refocuses on Gren.

“…and when the dust cleared, we captured most of their infantry and commanders,” Gren is reporting, “But Karim and General Miyana escaped. There were a lot of people, a lot of confusion due to how fast the entire thing happened, so it took us a few hours to get an accurate headcount. Corvus never checked in—but we didn’t find him among the handful of casualties, either! He’s most likely still alive. It’s possible we just didn’t look hard enough in the time between the battle and finding out about Katolis. For a battle with so few casualties, we did have quite a few injuries. The infirmary was extremely crowded. We could have easily missed him in there.”

It doesn’t sound like Gren thinks that’s what happened.

Despite having missed a big chunk of story in the middle there, Soren doesn’t think so either.

“Will Karim hurt him?”

Gren hesitates, and Soren feels a little nauseous.

“I don’t… think so. In my limited experience with Karim, he was never particularly sadistic. Vindictive? Sure. Dramatic? Definitely. But the only way I see him hurting Corvus is if he has a particular goal in mind, like if he thinks Corvus knows something that could help his cause. But that’s unlikely. Corvus spent most of the last 2 years in Katolis. Even if he didn’t, I don’t think even Karim knows his next move at this point. This was his third failed plan to overthrow Janai. I’d be surprised if he had another any time soon.”

Soren can think of one.

He can’t say for sure, considering he’s only met Karim a few times, but if Soren thinks if he were banished, desperate, and had no leverage other than one hostage, a known close friend of two different monarchs…

“What about using Corvus to try and control Amaya?” he asks, “Or worse—Ezran?”

Gren’s eyes widen. He glances over at the king, talking to his brother.

The 12-year-old orphan king, who just came home to find his city in ruins.

Ezran has already lost so much. His kingdom was attacked while he just happened to be absent. His friends are injured. His home is nothing but ash and rubble.

If threatened with one of his friends’ pain, he might do something rash. By the look on Gren’s face, he knows it too.

Something in Soren’s chest constricts.

“Does he know Corvus is missing?”

Gren slowly nods, “He knows. Whether he remembers at the moment, with everything else, is a different question.”

Which means it’s in everyone’s best interest for them to find him, before Ezran remembers he has anyone else to worry about. Because if Karim tries to pull something, if he tries to use Corvus to…

Soren feels more alert and present than he has in days. He’s sort of been on automatic mode this whole time, trying not to think too hard about his home being reduced to rubble or his dad… his dad. He’s been going through the motions. Just sit back and let the dragon fly, you know? Soren knows how to protect people. That’s what he’s good at. He doesn’t have to think about it to do it.

He’s always been a protector. Always on the defense. Never considered himself particularly vindictive, never really understood why his father or sister felt the need to take revenge when they get hurt.

But if Karim has hurt Corvus, Soren is going to kill him.

He knows that with startling clarity that makes him think maybe he’s not so different from the rest of his family after all.

It’s just… Corvus is his closest friend. The person whose opinion he looks for the most when proposing a plan. The person he’s always trying to get to laugh. The person he…

“Soren, I…” Gren hesitates, “I don’t know you that well. We’ve never worked together all that closely. But I do know Corvus. He, Amaya, and I have been friends for years, and of the three of us, he is the most introverted. He usually prefers the company of trees or animals to other people. The fact that you’ve managed to get him out of his comfort zone as much as you have with all the adventures he writes us letters about… that’s not insignificant.”

Soren isn’t sure where he’s going with this, “Yeah?”

“I can tell that you care for Corvus very deeply,” Gren says, genuinely, “And if you want to come back to Xadia with me and help search for him, I think Ezran will understand.”

Usually, Soren would agree wholeheartedly. But right now? He’s not sure he wants to leave the kid alone. Or Callum and Rayla, for that matter. Wise as those two act, they’re still kids too. Even if they don’t realize it.

God, when did Callum get that tall? He’s still shorter than Soren, obviously, but he’s taller than Rayla now. When did that happen? Soren doesn’t know how he’s never noticed until now, but—

“I know it’s not a good time for you to be leaving Katolis. But still, it’s not every day your partner gets kidnapped.”

Soren turns his head back to look at Gren so quickly it hurts, “What?”

“I don’t want it to be true,” Gren says solemnly, “He’s my friend. Of course I hope he’s not a hostage. I really hope in the confusion of the battle he just ended up in the woods or something and is maybe injured and waiting for us to come and find him. But I have to admit, Karim still having him does seem like the most likely—“

“No, I mean,” Soren struggles for words, “Corvus is not my partner.”

“Oh!” Gren’s face turns bright red, “I mean, the way it sounded in Corvus’s letters, I just sort of… but I guess he never said—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

“Did you think we were together this entire time?”

“I… sort of?”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know if I could put a date on when—“

“So a long time then.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Soren is about to say that that’s ridiculous, why would anyone assume he and Corvus are a couple, but…

Looking back he can kind of see it, actually. He can’t speak to whatever Corvus has apparently been writing to Gren and Amaya, but they do spend an awful lot of time together, don’t they?

The other crownguards tend to be a bit more random about who they take shifts with, but Soren does almost always sign up to guard with Corvus. Sure, he does that because Corvus is the only one who doesn’t come to the team-building sleepovers and how else is he supposed to convince him to show up if he doesn’t talk to him a lot? But to an outsider, he can definitely see how that could look like him having a thing for Corvus. And maybe their fighting styles complement each other pretty much perfectly in battle. Maybe that’s part of it, too. And maybe he thinks a lot about trying to get Corvus to play a song on the cello that he can sing along to. Maybe it feels better than any sparring victory every time Soren gets him to open up even a little. Maybe it feels like there’s butterflies in his chest when Corvus reveals something they have in common. Maybe it felt like the butterflies were exploding that one time they hugged in the mushroom forest and oh wow yeah Soren definitely does have a thing for Corvus.

He knows he’s not considered the smartest guy around, but he still feels like he should have noticed this before now. Especially if Gren, who was miles and miles away for the last 2 years and doesn’t know Soren all that well, noticed it before he did.

Oh no. If Gren noticed, that means Corvus definitely did. And he just never said anything? For 2 years? Sure, there’s been a lot going on, but it’s not like they haven’t been alone together, plenty of times, when he could have said something.

Soren adds another reason along with ‘he’s my closest friend and I can’t lose him,’ and ‘if he gets hurt I will go apeshit,’ and ‘if he gets hurt Ezran will go apeshit’ to the list of reasons why he needs to find Corvus and bring him home safety.

“How fast can we get back to Xadia?” he asks, and it comes out in his Leader of the Crownguard, time-to-pull-up-your-big-boy-pants-and-sound-like-you-know-what-you’re-doing voice.

“With Aegis and Embertail not having to match pace with human infantry or carry more than one person each? I’d say three hours, maybe less.”

“Then let’s go. Now.” Something occurs to him, “…make that as soon as I let Opeli know where we’re going.”

Soren might not know exactly what he’s going to do when he finds Corvus. He doesn’t know where to find him or how he’s going to beat a Sun mage in a fight.

But he knows he’s going to do whatever it takes. Nothing and no one is going to stop him from getting to the man he’s pretty sure he already fell halfway in love with while he wasn’t looking.

If Corvus is hurt, Soren swears all the magic in Xadia won’t be enough to save Karim.

#for the record: i wrote the bulk of this back in september #and posted it on dec 16th #for anyone who doesn’t have post dates turned on #the dragon prince #tdp #sorvus #soren tdp #corvus tdp #tdp soren #tdp corvus #tdp gren #violet’s writing

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l0vergirlatheart · 2 years ago

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Idk if ur requests are open, but hear me out XD. A creator!reader who descends on Teyvat meets all the Archons and such. Then up and leaves by changing their appearance in order to explore their creation and how it has changed. Every once in a while Creator will make themselves obvious by performing acts only the Creator could. Once they are found out they just up and leave again only to resurface after another Divine act. TLDR: Creator playing cat and mouse with Teyvat

oh my GOD creator is just TORTURING then atp

small ramble because i still have massive writers block [cries] also ignore how late this is pls ok mwamwa thnx

c.w // yan. chars

song : Best Friend - Rex Orange County

SAGAU INCOMING : YAN CHARS.

okay so you decided 'hey man, what if i wasn't worshipped the moment i stepped outside'

so you just said fuck it and shifted

(it's been a while since you've done so, it kind of felt weird and hurt a tiny bit)

walking around teyvat in an odd, different form. completely different hair, height, clothes, you get the gist

the only things you couldnt change however were three things:

your blood (still gold, but you didn't plan on bleeding infront of anyone)

your aura (still comforting, caring, and even alluring)

your voice (why? zero clue.)

escaping the throne room you've oh so sadly been bound to!! having fun while doing it!!

(the only real reason you managed to escape is bc you managed to get the archons out and actually tend to their nations, as per your request order)

messing around while escaping fr!! people passing by wondering why this random person they've never seen is (not very) sneakily running away from the creator's palace/temple

but eventually shrugging it off, albeit reluctantly

messing around in mondstat, playing with the npc children more than you could usually, giving them the time of their life!!

this is where you use your first creator powers >:3

some poor kid scraped his knee real hard on the bridge, let's say timmie (hes so sweet he just wants to defend his birds pls b nice to him!!)

you, being the belovent god you are, use your divine powers to heal him

whether you do it with the hc of having to use your own gold blood or just having special healing powers only creator has, you do it

however, your dumbass mind hadn't thought of the fact that Venti may have been watching this

new outlander person with a mysterious aura

and now he quickly learns its you :0!!

the archons had no clue you could shapeshift!! why wasnt this in the ancient scrolls??? did they just lose the ones that mentioned it???

venti immediately finds some weird wind way to tell the other archons

fucking loud mouth

speaking of which, ei is freaking. out.

she came back to just check on you in your throne room and youre just.

not there??

panics, almost goes to zhongli before she gets venti's message and calms down slightly

atp you've realize you've outed yourself

so after making sure timmie is find you quickly run off into the forest before venti can come after you and smother you (both physically and with questions)

forest reached, new mission : new form needed

this basically keeps happening, and it's a needed breath of fresh air for you

running to liyue looking like a normal person until you magically form a special medicine that was unheard of from your hand for an elder, sickly lady

running from liyue to sumeru and shifting into!! an animal!! a fox!! cat!! tiger!! dog!! bird!! any of the sort!!

only getting outed from sumeru after you accidentally spoke while in animal form and having to go over to inazuma as an unknown, traveling sailor!!

getting outed after that for your extremely familiar aura and voice (inazuma people are scarily observant towards strangers) and eventually getting shoved escorted back to your palace/temple

funny stories to tell

however, the archons wont be leaving your room for quite a while..

oh well, who says you don't have other stunts to pull?

#morgan.died : writes #x reader #genshin impact #requests open #genshin cult au #sagau #sagau x reader #genshin #self aware genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #genshin rambles #rambles #various x reader

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deathlessathanasia · 22 days ago

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Hi! I’ve a question regarding wounding gods. There’re a ton of myths in which we see them getting harmed, sometimes needing someone to tend to their wounds. However I believe they can sort of regenerate, right? Like Prometheus. But also, there’s the castration of Uranus and he didn’t get his penis to grow back. Are there sources for how this works? Is a special weapon required to harm them forever? If one of them gets their arm cut off for example, is it cut out forever? If a god gets a superficial cut does it heal fast? I know it probably varies from source to source, but I’ve been trying to wrap my head around how it might generally work.

We have the examples of Aphrodite, Ares and Hades in Book 5 of the Iliad, all of whom needed to be healed by another god after being stabbed (by Diomedes and Athena) or shot (by Herakles): Aphrodite's wound (presumably because it was more superficial) was taken care of by her mother, but Ares and Hades needed the help of the healer god Paieon who spread soothing herbs/ointments on their wounds. Thetis, too, according to Phylarchos, went to Thessaly and healed in the city Thetideion after Hephaistos wounded her with his hammer. Then there is Zeus during certain accounts (Apollodoros' Library, Nonnos' Dionysiaca) of the Typhonomachy: he loses his sinews and needs someone to bring them back to him in order to heal, but no special healing techniques are mentioned and apparently all that is needed is casually putting them back into place. But perhaps Zeus is just special; he did take an axe to the head like it was nothing after all (and carried a baby into his thigh). Some gods are more „godlike” than others. Anyways, judging by the example of Zeus in the Typhonomachy one assumes that if a god got their arm cut off they would need to attach it back. Who knows though? Maybe a removed body part would in fact regenerate but slowly whereas Zeus needed a fast solution to his problem, but the first interpretation would make sense of the Ouranos situation as well. Interestingly, both Ouranos and Zeus (in Apollodoros' account of the battle with Typhon) were injured with an adamantine sickle.

There are also instances of gods getting wounded without any mention of the healing process, such as Hera when Herakles shot her or Ares when Herakles (again! that guy is such a menace) stabbed him twice according to the (Pseudo-)Hesiodic Shield of Herakles. Maybe Paieon got involved then too, but the wound of Hera is described in an interesting way in Iliad 5: „And Hera too endured, when the powerful son of Amphitryon struck her, down into her right breast, with a three-barbed arrow; then pain that could not be soothed (ἀνήκεστον … ἄλγος) gripped even her.” (trans. Alexander) Could it be that we have an example of an incurrable wound here? In this same passage the pain of Hades when enduring the same ordeal is also emphasised, but in his case it is specified that Paion used analgesics for his injury. Maybe not though. It could simply be meant to draw attention to the great suffering that arrow put her through.

The quickly regenerating liver of Prometheus seems to be an exception. Many people have taken this and the similar tale of Tityos' punishment as evidence that the ancient Greeks were aware of the regenerating property of the liver and it's a really cool idea, but other than these specific stories there is no evidence that they were. If it was common knowledge even as early as Hesiod, then one would expect to find it mentioned in medical texts at least. Maybe the regeneration is part of the punishment. Or maybe divine internal organs are naturally like this (Tityos was not a god though), who knows?

Are special weapons required to harm gods permanently? Maybe. There is the sickle that castrated Ouranos, and there is the thunderbolt that not only left Typhon permanently charred (Aischylos' Prometheus Bound) or on fire (Apollodoros' Library) but according to Zeus himself in Book 8 of the Iliad would inflict such grievous injuries on Hera and Athena that they would not be able to heal even in ten years. Maybe not. In some accounts (Apollodoros' Library, Lucian's On Sacrifice, Valerius Flaccus' Argonautica) Hephaistos' legs are permanently injured as a result of his fall from Olympos but probably he is a unique case since disability plays such a big role in who he is.

#ask #greek gods

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suguwu · 1 year ago

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you don't touch aventurine often.

when you do, though—

you skim your fingers over his skin like shooting stars, soft and fleeting. you trace little patterns against him. maps, he thinks, constellations all your own, forging your path through the star-scape of his skin.

he's used to other people touching him; it's just another currency. they bruise their fingerprints into him, but bruises heal easily.

burns, however, do not.

your touch burns.

it's a supernova thing, flashing hot against his skin. it sizzles all the way down to his bones. chars your fingerprints into the marrow of him.

(he touches where you've touched, afterwards. fits his fingers over where yours once were and presses, as if that could erase you.

it never works.)

you're delicate with him. you hum when you brush your fingers over his pulse point. the melody is almost as soft as your fingertips.

he thinks the notes of it are seared into his skin. you trace them there, sometimes.

(you'd traced your name against his skin once.

he'd stiffened, unable to help himself.

you never did it again.)

it burns, it burns, it burns.

he's used to all sorts of touches, but yours—painfully gentle, painfully sweet—yours might be the one that takes him apart.

and he wants more of it.

#bee chats

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lilies-n-slander · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hotel would be so much more interesting if charlie’s naïveté and surface-level kindness were treated as the actual flaws they are and didn’t work. Heads up, this kinda just turned into a text wall of charlie neg and ranting so don’t read if you don’t want to see that.

How she currently is, she just doesn’t make that much sense in the setting. I’ve seen ppl say that charlie is a fresh take and contrasts the edginess, but I just don’t see how she is possible. You’re telling me she’s been in hell for 200 yrs but still has this childish and naive personality, is still disgusted by the sinners being cannibalistic, violent, and even just horny, and is so detached from those she calls “her people”? She was born in hell, shouldn’t that make her more used to the sinners’ depravity and not less? She doesn’t seem to have a good grasp on what the sinners want or how they behave. It would make more sense if the show leaned into the toxic positivity white savior nepo baby angle (or rather, actually portrayed it as a *bad* thing) and rather than naïveté, her ignorance was out of self-centeredness and/or lack of true empathy for the other sinners. She would be more interesting as a character too imo.

She looks down on the other sinners (and honestly so does the show?? When she’s showing lucifer around and introduces him to her friends, they’re framed as unappealing as a joke… these are the characters the audience is also supposed to care about.. and many of the bg chars, such as the cannibal town residents, are portrayed as simple-minded brutes), there’s a lot of condescending “….ooookay” type of lines and she constantly has to think of nice ways to frame the clearly negative things she thinks about others. So why does she want to save them so much? The more reasonable explanation is a sense of white savior-ness than actually caring about them.

She’s eager to excuse whatever sir pentious did (which I’m assuming she doesn’t know?) and let him in, despite how he makes the other residents (including her own gf!) uncomfortable. And yes I say excuse, because she never inquires about his past sins or discussed him repenting. It seems to start with sorry, but also end with sorry too. This could’ve been made interesting if she simultaneously looked down on but also excused all sorts of heinous acts. Like val is the most openly manipulative and scummy character, he licks her arm, and yet she’s still apologetic about ruining things (Side note, if she’s genuinely apologetic, then she’s actually an idiot because why is she talking to the boom-mic employee *while they’re filming???*).

She doesn’t know what she’s doing and has no concrete plan but gets incredulous at ppl who don’t blindly trust her. Angel has to leave in ep 4 and she gets SO frustrated over it, like you seriously expect everyone to drop all of their other commitments for you? She has her webster definition notecards for the meeting with heaven and has to improvise and rely on angel being good at the club but she gets mad that lucifer isn’t 100% behind her plan?

Also, trust falls? Really? Then she goes “why isn’t this working? We’ve tried everything!” But on that note, the actual episode portrayal is kinda exactly what I’m going for. Not only do the trust falls not work, charlie says, “I love all of you so much,” pulls her puppy eyes, and only vaggie catches her. It’s surface level and shallow, and does not win anyone else over.

In contrast, vaggie’s attempt at building trust, throwing everyone into a battle, *actually works* (despite vaggie only being in hell for 3 years and being heaven-born, she already knows how things work better than charlie!) and yet charlie talks about it as though it already failed. She says “we work best as a team,” with the underlying message being “I can’t trust you to do things on your own.”

If she was waiting so long to reconnect with lucifer, then why hasn’t she called him in years?? Altho I’m currently rotating lucifer in my brain so I might be a bit biased

“If angels can do whatever and stay in the sky” they can’t?? Your dad is RIGHT there. I. What

She has a power dynamic with every other character except lucifer since she has her demon powers, not to mention she’s giving them a place to stay. When vaggie says she appreciates that charlie doesn’t use her powers, charlie doesn’t say “it wouldn’t be right,” she says it would be too *mean.* But if someone pushes her buttons, who’s to say they wouldn’t slip out (see her flip on a dime after val hits angel. Obv it’s justified in this case, but it shows that she’s willing to use her powers on sinners)? Again, it would be interesting if the show actually leaned into this angle. Imagine if she put on a nice front, never swore, seemed genuinely touching and understanding, but the second someone annoys her she annihilates them and becomes threatening and violent. Then she turns around and is nice again. Too much like alastor? idk

Also, many characters refer to her by calling her lucifer’s daughter, so clearly ppl know that if they cross her they’ll face his wrath by proxy (this also fits in thematically with what lute tells her in the first episode, that she’s exempt from the exterminations bc nepotism privilege). So realistically, everyone else would be a bunch of sucking-up yes-men bc they’re afraid of her. Which they kind of are when push comes to shove?

At first, she doesn’t help at all during the war and lets everyone else fight for her. Doesn’t want to get her hands dirty ig, even though all of this was caused by her in the first place. She only starts fighting at vaggie’s urging.

Like husk points out, every meeting charlie has with the angels makes things worse for all the sinners. Despite lucifer’s warnings that the meeting with heaven won’t work, and against vaggie saying to calm down, charlie basically picks a fight with heaven at the risk of *everyone else EXCEPT HER.*

What were charlie and lilith doing to stop the exterminations before lilith took her 7 year leave? Hell, what was charlie doing during those 7 years? Why does she have 0 connections outside of vaggie, who she only met 3 yrs ago? Why does she have to introduce herself to rosie, rather than her already knowing her name?

Also in ep 7 she says to alastor “I can’t believe how you can do exactly what you told me you would do!” (standing by and watching everyone fail at redemption) almost like she wasn’t paying attention to him at all.

“Why would vaggie hide that she was an exterminator” -> Rosie asks “how did that make you feel?” “It made me mad and doubt if she loves me” like I get it, it was a betrayal, but IS she stupid

Ready For This is charlie manipulating a town of ppl to join the army. Her pitch includes “on the way to the hotel the scenery is nice and you can make friends :3” and “have you ever wanted to die for a cause? Notably I myself am spared from being killed but uh that’s your problem.” Alastor pipes in that you can eat the angels and that’s what actually moves the crowd, because he understands them.

Her perspective on violence and where she chooses to draw the line is really confusing. Why does she care about sinners being violent to each other if they’ll just respawn? She stops alastor from beating up sir pentious at an arbitrary point, but is fine with him eating and presumably killing the gangsters who come after mimzy. (Edit: forgot to point out yet another example, that she was fine with vaggie tossing sir pentious and angel off the balcony but stops her from tossing niffty as well for no reason.) Why is she so apologetic to the angels actively killing sinners but was distraught over vaggie having partaken? Why was she opposed to the CANNIBALS being eager to eat the angels and saying “idk, they seem kinda murder-y” WHAT. What? I’m struggling to even begin to describe how ignorant that is during a WAR. What did she think was going to happen, that she wouldn’t have to fight anyone herself? Why did she stop her dad from killing Adam but doesn’t react strongly to Niffty finishing the job? If it mattered so much to her, the lack of reaction seems strange to me.

Isn’t it just so poetic that her weapon in the war is a shield that she uses exclusively on herself, which she hardly even needs due to her contractual immunity?

Why doesn’t she think to use her powers to build and maintain the hotel? That doesn’t require any violence or domineering. Yet when lucifer comes over it’s run-down and falling apart. Or ask lucifer to help her build it? She was concerned that asking for the meeting with heaven was such a big ask—why not start with this small thing? Father-daughter bonding.

Why does the show end w lucifer + the sinners congratulating her, and in particular, rebuilding the hotel? Hell doesn’t know that sir pentious got redeemed, so from their pov charlie’s idea didn’t work at all.

Can you tell that I’m writing this while I’m rewatching the show?

Aaand that’s that. Her char has always come off to me as somewhat condescending/fake, but I keep finding more and more things to dislike about the way she’s been written. Unfortunate. Honestly tho I might enjoy watching her more if I read her through this lens. You could probably write a similar post for most/all other chars in the show, limited only by the amount of screentime they get lmao

#ps it would have made a bit too much sense for the character fucking named ANGEL to be redeemed at the end of the season #he was the one charlie was making her entire case about in ep 6 #like sir pentious was never brought up #and angel was one of the ogs of the hotel #and had ep 4 #but ig the show thought better of it #rewatching the pilot and angel would’ve been so much more interesting ;u; he’s so one-note now…#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel #meta #charlie morningstar neg #honestly with lucifer as my blorbo I probably shouldn’t be shittalking charlie #he’d annihilate me #sorry man I just want your daughter to have a bit more confidence… yeah that’s it #.txt

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 6 months ago

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Fun little Radiodust idea

For Sinsmas, normally something the Hellborn celebrate and not so much Sinners because the passing of eternity could get monotonous or distressing depending on where you landed in the afterlife...

Charlie, who Very Much has always celebrated it, decides that everyone should do a gift exchange!

To avoid everyone rushing out for multiple gifts, she chooses to have people draw names from a hat and made it clear that she would really hope that everyone tried their best to find or make something for their intended giftee that they actually thought the other would like.

'So', she cautions, 'that means nobody goes handing around anything that might be upsetting or tempt people to regress on their progress, or... uh, well...'

'Don't bring anything dead, decaying or dying.' Vaggie finishes, staring right at the oh so innocent Niffty/Alastor combo at the end of a nearby couch. Niffty pouts immediately and crosses her arms, sitting harshly on Alastor's lap.

"Come now Niffty, I am certain you can find a non-bug related item to provide your giftee in this..." the man can barely contain his derisive chuckle, but he clearly makes an attempt here even if only to show 'support' while the King is here. '...oh so charming little activity of dear Charlotte's, hmm? Why, you're a dab hand at sewing, remember? Why not make them a poppet of someone your giftee wants to torture? That could be QUITE the gift!"

"NO! NOPE! Noooooooooooooo not that, uh, please." Charlie interjects, not liking the excited sparkle thrumming through Niffty's eye. It dies immediately, and the little Sinner huffs in a way that pulls at several heartstrings.

"Fine."

"...maybe you can give us a list of ideas, princess?" Husk interjects, uncharacteristically, watching Niffty's fit of pique with a frown. "Avoid things getting..." he waves his hand around the room at various sinners. Explicit? Violent? Bloody? Uncomfortable? It encompasses them all.

"Oh, that's a great i-de-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Charlie squeal-sings, and Vaggie barely has time to brace before a full song about the dos and don't of gifting is shared to the captive audience. Lucifer excitedly (and Vaggie reluctantly) join in after the first verse, enthusiastic about sharing a fun holiday with the others.

Husker was generally unimpressed, but enjoying the way that everpresent grin drooped on boss's face as he was bombarded by merriment.

"...and that's how to share the joy of Sinsmas!" crashes the final line as confetti seemingly bursts from a number of locations, including mid-air, and coats them all.

Niffty immediately launching around to skewer pieces individually on her needles and gather them into her apron pocket. It has to have some sort of pocket dimension or something in there, or it would be overflowing by now.

"Oh, we made a uh, a mess Char-Char, let me just-..." Lucifer starts, raising his fingers to snap it away, before snarling as they are ensnared in a red tipped hand.

"Majesty, would you mind leaving it this once? It brings her joy to clean up intricate messes." Alastor says, not even attempting to antagonise the King, and it seemed the fact that it was a genuine request, that stopped Lucifer from setting the Sinner on fire.

Angel Dust, half-awake, couldn't help but grin as he saw the slight softening to that sharp grin and those blood-red eyes as they followed Niffty's frenetic movements across the room. He liked the tiny dame, of course, and sometimes it was nice to see that she had others in her corner... can't be easy being so small in a place like Hell.

Not that he ain't dead certain Smiles or Husk would eviscerate anyone who tried something with Niffty, if she didn't tear them apart first. Angel knew that she'd stopped more than a few Exorcists from getting a bead on him in that last extermination. Always someone thinking they could end one last sinner before they died; well, jokes on them, 'cause Angel was still here and Cannibal Town was hostin' a big angel wing bbq soon. So, Hell 1: Heaven 0.

The little dragon thing that followed Charlie everywhere, Razzle he thinks, hovers nearby and hands over a slip of paper. Well, okay then.

Hmmm, fuck... what do you even get the King'a Hell? The man can straight up snap anything he wanted into existence, right? He sizes the guy up, wondering if a coupon for one night with The Angel Dust would be good enough for his Majesty... and then has a momentary moment of panic wondering if he would even be good enough for an ex-angel. Which was stupid because really, he was amazing and could fake it anyway anyone wanted... but, could he compare to the Queen?

Nah, okay, what if he got the guy like... something a little fun and discreet? One of Lust's toys. Angel had connections, after all, and it's not like someone could order the Tentacular Spectacular 4.3 with vibrating actions under 'Lucifer', or to the Palace, without at least one of the succubi getting nosy. Heh, or that Sin guy, Asmodeus...

Using his tertiary eyes to check about the room, it took little deduction to work out who had who.

Husk was drinking out of a bottle but subtly using the motion to side-eye Vaggie, clearly wondering what he could even offer the ex-orcist. The lilac woman looking tense as she gazed over at Niffty, a thousand yard stare building as she imagined the bloody things she might have to provide.

Lucifer looked like he'd won the jackpot, and also like a man on the verge of a panic attack. So, he's just guessing but... the guy probably got Charlie.

The Princess was still smiling but appeared uncertain as she looked at her paper, eyes flickering to Alastor and back to the paper. Alright then, she's stumped but doesn't want to say anything because it might hurt the Strawberry Pimp's feelings. Angel's pretty sure the guy ain't gottem to start with...

Well, no, that wasn't right. More like, Smiles tried real hard to pretend he didn't, but they were there. If the overlord felt like breaking into acting, or Angel's kind of Acting, he might just be a natural given how well he plastered over his real feelings all the time. But when your life depnded on watching for the small tells in your bigger, more powerful opponent or scene partner to work out how to get away without too many bruises... you noticed this sort of shit.

There was a brief moment of considering what the Radio Demon would look like on one of Val's sets, before he physically shook the thought out, perturbed. For one, that was kinda hot... and on the other hand, really disturbing... might save that for later, though.

Anyways, he can't really tell what Al was thinking, he wasn't really looking at anyone specific. Maybe he hadn't bothered to look at his paper yet?

Niffty's sudden burst of near hysterical laughter sent chills up his spine, as she sat on Husk's lap, petting him excitedly. If she wasn't careful, Niffty was going to build up a sharp little shock of static.

In anycase, based on the whole... everything, it was clear that the maid had received the bartender. Good Luck to Husk on that front, because it was going to be freaky whatever she did.

She bounced on Husk's overly-patient leg once more before crawling across the room to climb atop Al's head, whispering directly into his hair tuft... wait, was that an ear? Had Angel not realised those were fuckin' fluffy goddamn ears this whole time?

Unholy shit, they were! The one Niffty giggled into twitched!

That was fuckin' adorable, that's what that was!

"Of course, my deer, as you wish." Alastor grinned, a flash of radio dial eyes as his stitches flared, manifesting a spool of fine green thread for the maid. "I'm certain that whatever you deem necessary will be fine."

Husk suddenly looked exceptionally nervous.

"Alright then, remember, you have the next few days to find or make something for your giftee and we'll hand them out out on Sinsmas. If anyone gets reaaaaaally stuck, let me or Vaggie know, okay? We can brainstorm together!" Charlie enthuses, injecting false cheer through the room.

Vaggie narrows her eye. "And again, nothing fucked up... or fuckable." The last nnit was aimed right at Angel, who good-naturedly rolled his eyes, struck a pose and purred at her.

"Aw baby, you know you want all this... I'll even give ya a discount coupon for Sinsmas, if ya want..."

"I can't. I just... can't." Vaggie growls, storming out. Under that swathe of hair, she's trying so hard not to grin at their banter. Took a whole ass extermination to find their dynamic, but the pair had manged to act like bickering siblings.

As Alastor dissolved into shadows, Lucifer poofed into red sparkles, and Husk sauntered back to the bar with a contemplative expression on his face, Angel approached Charlie.

"Heya toots, can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Oh, Angel... are you okay? If you're stuck, I can give you a hand to-..."

"Oh, I'd love ya to-... wait, sorry, that one just came out. The wordplay was Right There, but it's not what I wanted to say." he halts himself, seeing her good natured grin grow strained at the innunedo. "I was gonna say, that I wanted to trade names with you."

"Is there... something wrong with who you got? Oh gosh, I forgot to check if anyone had anybody they didn't feel comfortable gifting! Oh noooooo..." it trails off in a soft moan of self-disgust as the Princess tugs her own hair. Angel immediately puts a stop to that mess by gently untangling her hands and taking them in his own primary pair.

"Nah, it ain't like that. It's just... I worked out who you got, and that you're kinda not sure how to go about gifting the guy, which is fine he's hard to read. But, I pulled your Dad..." he pauses, seeing her brace, "which ain't an innuendo, promise. Although..." he waggles his eyebrows so ludicrously she can't help but burst into laughter.

"Right? So anyways, I think that given how hard the Short King has been trying to show you he cares for ya, then perhaps it might be the best Sinsmas gift of all if maybe you surprised him with something. He fought adam and fixed the hotel, all because he wants to see you happy, Toots, that's the kind of dad any of us here in the pit would've killed for... and let's be real, he's a mess. The guy is the most powerful thing around here and he's terrified to even put a frown on your face," Angel's grin is soft and knowing. "So like I said, maybe you take my slip and I take yours, and you give your old man a big surprise he ain't expecting."

There's a pause as Charlie grabs him for a bone-crunching hug.

"Please don't say the thing you're thinking right now..." Charlie whispers in his ear.

"Oh Charlie," he whispers back, squeezing her tight. "You know I can't help myself. Cause if you say no I'm gonna give him my Big Surprise on Smismas eve... you guys don't do the mistletoe thing do you? Cause I can find some places to hang it that- oof!"

Laughing, the Princess had playfully hurled him across the room onto the sofa. Giggling through an admonishment about Never Saying that about her dad again.

"Okay, okay, stop waggling your eyebrows like that, I can't breathe!" she wheezes, holding out her giftee slip to transfer it to Angel. Looking up at the now furiously waggling eyebrows before losing it again, and having to sit down, turning bright pink with glee.

It makes Angel nostalgic, with a sudden pang, for his twin sister and the hours they'd spent making terrible jokes and puns up just to send the other into fits of laughter. Ending up messy with happy tears as they wheezed for breath.

He glances down to the slip in his hand.

Okay then, Smiles... what can I get you that you ain't got already?

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It took a few days of persistent observation to find something he could use. Angel was really starting to think about using a handmade One Night Deluxe Package coupon for his services, before he noticed a few little peculiarities that he might be able to make work.

The most obvious one was that the Radio Demon enjoyed cooking.

It became apparent how many of the more elaborate dinners that the hotel residents had were actually secretly made by Alastor. Or at least, under his direction.

Huh. How hadn't he cottoned on to that little number before? Maybe because he was always crawling through the door at who the fuck knows what hour and heading for the bar, where Husk'd have something set out for him if it was too late for the cat.

Soemtimes it was a shot of something strong, a bottle of water and a sandwich; other times he find a brief note about something in the fridge they'd saved for him. Always felt good to be wanted somewhere, you know?

No matter what Val did to him or had done to Angel, he could at least think about the fact that someone was waiting for him. Someone cared that he came 'home' of an evening... and that, if he needed it, he could have help from almost anyone in the weird fucked up little family at the hotel.

If he yelled, or smashed a glass, someone would be there to check in.

Niffty was always in the walls somewhere, and Spooky Lite (Alastor's Shade) tended to wander around the foyer at night when he was returning, keeping an eye on the place Angel assumed. Husk sometimes fell asleep at the bar waiting on him to get back...

And he knew sometimes Vaggie had to sit on Charlie to stop the bleeding heart of hers from keeping her rigidly upright in a chair in the foyer all night until Angel returned. It was... pretty awesome, really.

Actually, his mind skipped back to Spooky Lite, and he wondered how it was always around about that time. Until the night before when Angel had slipped into his room with the thing following, and then crept back out, to find that Alastor had materialised in the kitchen for some late-night cooking.

Music threading out quietly as dishes were done by overenthusiastic moppets. At one point, he'd seen Niffty come in, stumbling and shaken, only to be picked up wordlessly and curled into one of Alastor's arms as the music lulled her back to sleep. Poppets returning her to her room when he was certain she was deeply settled once more.

There was a pained, pinched expression on the Radio Demon's face as he watched Niffty go. It sent a shock through Angel, and he's not sure how to describe it, not really. Just, an awareness of real emotion, even behind the too-bright smile that never seemed to stop.

If the guy even could drop it, which Angel wasn't so sure given those stitches he'd seen, or maybe Al was just real committed to the bit. But the eyes said more than the mouth ever could.

The next morning, Charlie had found a well-cooked and marinated meal in the fridge with instructions on reheating. Vaggie was loudly sceptical about the origins of the meat, but Husk took a bite and said it was beef (or the closest Hell equivalent) not Sinner.

Vaggie side-eyed Husk for the rest of the day after that one. The bartender shrugging. "You could try it, what's the worst that could happen? We're already in hell."

She'd rolled her eye.

Behind all the dramatics around him, Angel was forming a plan that he hoped might lead to the best possible gift for the picky red Overlord. He had an idea, but... really hoped it wouldn't be seen as trying to scrimp on gifts.

Although, perhaps if the Overlord could scent the amount of fuckin' blood drops this thing was costing him, that alone would be enough of a gift. He swore so frequently while reusing old skills with new limbs, that Husk came in to check on him... and put a pair of ear mufflers on Fat Nuggets.

Hells, he was even taking to doing the needlework between shifts at the studio. What else was there to do when the scenes were hours apart, and Val was busy fucking another ten people in some side room somewhere, after all?

Just hoped it came together in time.

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Talk about a fucking buzzer beater.

Angel's fingers were stiffer than that time he shot that bukkake gangbang film with those echidna and shark-based sinners. Lotta cocks in that film and Val wanted it all in one take.

He'd needed a scalding shower and several massages to get his hands settled again after that little lot. Vaggie had helpfully hosed him off out front with a minimally disgusted expression on her face, thankfully, that day.

"Happy Sinsmas everyone! Ooooh, I'm so pleased you all went out of your way to find a gift for your giftee!!!!" Charlie beamed, far too cheerful for 5am in the damned morning. However, she had woken them all with enthusiastic song, and well... when Charlie was Up the hotel was Up.

"Yaaay..." croaked a clearly half-awake Vaggie.

"It means so much to me that you're all here with us, celebrating like a real family this Sinsmas! I couldn't do this without you, any of you, so I hope you enjoy this part and then we'll get onto the Sinsmas breakfast, and the games, and watch some movies... or not... you don't have to Al. Promise!" Charlie adds, conceding as rather stilted static plays.

Alastor looks overtired, and clearly unimpressed at the early start to the day. Still, he pulls together some form of charade when the Princess glances at him and nods.

"So, how're we doing this Char-Char?" Lucifer asks, infuriatingly chipper as well. Ah, seems like the morning person power must be genetic... the lucky bastards.

"So, I was thinking we can all hand them out simultaneously to our giftee, so no one is trapped in the spotlight... if that's okay?"

"Sounds good to me." Husk shrugs and hauls himself off the couch, tail flicking as he moves to hand a pair of oddly shaped gifts to Vaggie. "Happy or Merry or whatever Sinsmas, chickadee, this one's for you. "

"Oh, uh, thanks Husk!" Vaggie says, taken aback by the gifts, and for a split second he wonders if exorcists were allowed to get gifts in Heaven, because she looks close to tears.

As Vaggie unwraps her gifts, Niffty tugs at the cat's claws, "Husk, I got you and I made you something! I-... I know I couldn't get anything as fancy as the things the others might have, but I made it special. Promise."

She bundles something into his arms that had been carefully wrapped in what appeared to be salvaged wallpaper from the previous hotel.

"Thanks Niff, appreciate it." Husk rumbles, moving back to the couch and pulling open the package with care and a small amount of trepidation. It very well might explode, after all.

"Oh, Niffty, before you run away, this is for you." Vaggie says, handing over a pretty box in a familiar dusk rose.

Niffty squealed and placed it on the ground, pulling it open with speed to reveal a brand new dress in a scintillating spill of red, white and yellow to match her favourite colours. There's even a petticoat.

"It's made by Overlord Rosie herself... she put a charm on the petticoat that'll keep it from getting any dirt on it, because I know you don't like that." Vaggie explained, not sure how to read the sudden statue Niffty's turned into... and then backing up as the maid begins to vibrate at great speed. She's slammed into by the maid, nearly being taken out at the knees with the force. "Ooof, I take that means you like it?"

"YES YES YES YES YES!"

"Cool, good, nice to know. There's one other thing but now I think about it, it's kind of silly..."

Niffty launches back to the box and reverently lifts out the second item. A feather duster with an extendable handle... made of Vaggie's discarded feathers. She screams in delight and launches over to pepper kiss on Vaggie's cheek, then hurls herself towards a cobweb on the ceiling.

"Nailed it, kid." Husk said, and Charlie's eyes are round and wet where they stare at Vaggie.

Blinking, the Exorcist realises she needs to open her own gifts, turning to do so. With care, she peels back the lavender wrapping to reveal a carefully framed and still covered in golden ichor... knife. An angelic blade, to be exact.

The one that killed Adam. Beside it, a smaller photo of Niffty plunging the dagger into the guy, clearly shot from HD drone footage, likely Voxtech. Her eye goes WIDE as she stares at the cat.

"How did-...? You-...! This is the best thing but how...?" she tries.

"I'd tell you, but I think Al will kill me if I mention what I had to trade for Vox to hand that picture over..." the bartender muttered. Vaggie glances at the Radio Demon, watching his ears twitch.

Angel cringes. Vox has it Down Bad, so whatever it took... was likely personal, like a bowtie or even a pair of panties. The sudden mental image of Al in fancy panties made him snort, and try to pass it off as a dry throat cough. Lucifer snaps him up a glass of water without even appearing to think about it.

"...Husker, if you did what I assume you did, then the idiot box is going to be Insufferable at the next Overlord meeting." Al sighs, dramatically.

"Sure, but on the other hand it's kinda funny when you think about how far he'll go just to pretend he could get your attention, right boss?" Husk counters, pulling out a crisp looking shirt and jacket combo from his own gift. Eyes going wide in surprise.

It was well-tailored, and if you looked at the right angle, there were impossibly small symbols adorning both garments. Sigils, familiar ones, that seemed to spell out some sort of protection...

"Niff, you made these on yer own?" the grizzled bartender huffs, genuinely touched. "That's amazing, is what it is."

"Well, Sir helped a little with some of the symbols, because I can't always get them to line up stright in my head... but we got the charm right!" Niffty said brightly, hovering over his shoulder. She just seemed to Appear in the most unnerving way. "Oooh, open the other bit!"

At first, Husk wasn't sure what he was looking at, until Angel Dust gasped and covered his grin with two hands. "No way."

"Niff, is this... Valnetino's collar fluff? The stuff you snagged at the club?"

"Yep, he was a not good bad boy and I didn't like him. I know you don't like him either, so you can have some of my trophy so we can not like him together!" She trills, delighted.

"Would it sweeten the pot if I told you it ain't grown back yet and he does this weird comb-over shit to hide the bald spot?" Angel Dust adds, not able to hold it in any longer.

Husk barks out a laugh, "Oh that's the best news I've had all day, Legs. Might get this framed, even. Put it over the bar so that nearsighted motherfucker can see it if he ever dares put a foot into this place... without one of us tearing it right off his body, that is."

Vaggie gasps in the background, opening her second gift, more cumbersome than the first. It's an ornate cherry-red picnic basket, with a red and yellow blanket atop, and clearly heavy with cutlery and crockery.

"You need to relax more, Vags... you and Charlie. That thing has a little zap from his Majesty that keeps anything inside at the right temperature, and stops it spoiling. You can go anywhere and it'll keep." Husk shrugs. Those two were wound so tight he was surprised neither had combusted yet... a prod in the right direction, from the friendly bartender, was hopefully the thing to change that.

Vaggie came over and awkwardly put her arms out, before deciding to just go for the hug. He grumbled, but allowed it for a few seconds before pulling back.

"O-Okay, who's next?" Vaggie stammers, turning to find that Lucifer and Charlie were in a world of their own.

Charlie was a sobbing mess of delight as she held a small dragon-duck-winged thing in a little dress. It was like, yet unlike, Razzle and Dazzle... same concept but more... duck. There was no better descriptor than that, really.

"Her name is Ella-Kazam, un-unless you wanted to make it something else... she's still new enough you can change it over." Lucifer shrugged, looking hopeful and awkward, stroking the creature's head as Razzle flew over to meet this new friend.

Not a replacement for Dazzle, never in a million aeons. but, a new friend and possibility.

"No, no she's perfect Dad!" Charlie sobs, rubbing her cheek against Ella-Kazam, and delighting in the squeaky quacks. She startles when the little protector drops a golden item in her palm. "Oh, what's this?"

"It's, um something I was holding onto for you until the right time..." Lucifer adds, wondering if perhaps he should have switched the order of the gifts.

Charlie rights the items, surveying the family crest on the necklace before something goes 'click' very quietly, opening to reveal it is a locket inside. Light rises up and shows a stately photos of the royal family, Charlie as a young child in their midst.

Charlie begins sobbing in delighted earnest, clearly frightening the king. Vaggie intervenes, having gotten quite good at this sort of thing. Alastor's shadow pokes at Lucifer's pocket until the ex-angel recalls that he has a handkerchief in there, which is swiftly offered to Charlie.

It takes several moments to settle the Princess, as she hands over a strangely wrapped thing, half as tall as the king and about the width of KeeKee. It has circus-themed wrapping paper, which he would assume was an insult from anyone else, but Charlie seems to be trembling with anxiety, as desperate for his approval as he was for hers.

The King of Hell cautiously opens the package, eyes widening to discover an ornate musical carousel inside, themed towards those at LuLu World. Small differently coloured and styled ducks took the spaces of the trasitional horses, and when he looked closer... he found himself, Charlie and Lillith were some of the riders.

"Oh Charlie, it's lovely, did you conjure this yourself...?"

"I... I had some help, I had an idea but I couldn't quite get it to do what I was hoping it would, so I asked... for assistance." She evades, pointing to two small toggles on the base of the carousel. "If you wind the key it will play until it's unwound itself, but if you click the yellow switch it will play on its own and-..."

She pauses as a different song begins, this one feels less tangible, and reaches inwards. Everyone in the room is flooded with a sense of overwhelming calm, of tranquility and safety as a pleasant memory is stirred from deep within and replayed against their mind's eye.

"...it will play a tune that brings up good memories, to help you sleep or feel better or... just make you happy." Charlie sighs softly. She then clicks that feature off and presses the Black switch.

Another not-sound fills the air, this one is like a hand reaching out to someone in the ocean, a spool of thread that leads out of a maze, a feeling of being found and drawn out of somewhere deep.

"And this one is to help when you get lost in your head or whatever you want to call it. It's a homing beacon. It took a few days to work out how to make it work, but Al helped me... he twisted some of the radiowaves and made them do... that." Charlie explained. She then paused to ad, "It can read your emotions... the switches are able to turn on by themselves if they sense someone needs it."

"Char-Char, this is amazing, honey. How did I ever make such a wonderful, thoughtful child?" Lucifer smiles, glowing with pride at his daughter, eyes filled with delighted tears. Lucifer gathers his not so little girl up in a big hug, swooping them up in the air and twirling to show his joy.

Alastor hummed in agreement, getting him a side-eye. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Alright, this once I suppose you can also claim good parenting of 'our' daughter... that's a neat trick with the carousel and I have some questions around how, for later."

Quietly, because nothing he'd done held a candle to that of the other gifts, Angel moves to sit a tad close to Alastor and passes over his small package. Green wrapping paper carefully tied about them, as he'd noticed the sinner's preference for the colour, despite his red attire.

Alastor snaps his fingers and a pink sack landed on his legs, not heavy, but full of something. He flipped open the sack to find a smaller item wrapped atop the area, and decided to look into it first as Alastor carefulyl pulled free the green paper.

Angel's brows creased in confusion when he first looked at the item, it seemed like a choker but not oriented right and, well, a bit large for him...

Side-eying Alastor, the Radio Demon rolled his eyes and let out a low whistle that seemed to summon an unexpected party. Fat Nuggets trotted in happily, and suddenly it clicked for Angel.

"This is for Nuggsy? A collar that matches my choker?" he asks, surprised.

"Yes, and no. The fabric is imbued with a few different charms, my effeminate fellow... you will find that it can adjust size as your little friend grows, shift to match any choker you deign to wear, and..." he pauses, eyes widening at the item he unwrapped. "...and has a location tracking spell in it that can activate by thinking about your hellpig. Did you embroider this yourself?"

"Hmm? Uh, yeah... my fingers sure know about all the times I slipped with the damn needles. Haven't had to embroider since I was alive." Angel laughs, feeling kind of silly now, to gift something so tacky and homemade.

"Well, I must say it is a delightful gift, thank you Angel, I see you spent extra time getting the notes and antlers of the creatures embroidered with such detail. I can always make use of a new apron. Tell me... are you aware that the notes are-..."

"That one fuckin' tune you play when you're cooking at like ass o'clock in the morning when I get back? Yeah. Took me a bit to work it out, then put it down right, but between Charlie and I we got it."

Radio dials flashed, more out of panic than anything. "Ah, you were spying on my cooking hour, hmmm?"

"What? N-... well yeah, I was coming home late anyway, course I was curious who else was up." Angel shrugged. "Besides, that's not the only thing there, keep going."

"Likewise."

Alastor uncovers a thick stack of hand-written notes next.

He automatically discards the Coupon for One Night with Angel Dust, in a dramatic way that was expected of him, but it wasn't incinerated so that was positive. Underneath it, once the excess glitter was carefully brushed off... was pile of painstakingly recreated recipes.

"So, those were things my nonna and my ma liked to make at home. Loved cooking wth them but I think they held back some secrets for only my sister... you know how it is. Thought you might like trying something new when you were doing your cooking thing." Angel adds, not looking, worried he'd made a fool of himself. What kind of gift was a bunch of recipes to a Radio Demon anyway?

"What a remarkably apt and personal gift, Angel... here I was bracing for you to provide something as tall as you and vibrating hard enough to dent the floors. Colour me surprised..." Alastor's light hearted nonsense brushes his tension away as the arachnid begins to laugh.

"You want that sort of thing? I got connections to Ozzie's, through Fizzy, he can get us the tentacular spectacula-..."

A tendril slams about his mouth. "No, thank you, that will be quite enough with such a delightful gift as you have provided. If you are someone intrigued in cooking, I may be persuaded to share some of my own maman's recipes, particularly those for jambalaya. Though if I catch you seasoning with only half-spice, you will be turned INTO appropriately seasoned Jambalaya. Do you understand me?" Alastor grinned, and somehow Angel could tell this was playful banter, and not a threat.

"The spicy stew thing? Fuck yeah I'd love to know how to make that, oh and the powdered doughnuts things. Cherri loves them, and after Pentious died she's been real flat lately..."

"They do not take long, I will show you later in the morning if you are free. After all, your bombastic friend did help in the battle, it is the least we can offer in her time of distress." Alastor says, seemingly distracted by something, as if weighing up the pros and cons of something.

"Oh, do continue."

Angel cautiously opens the sack and pulls out skein after skein of dyed wool, all slight variations of his preferred pinks, with some other basic colour groups in there. He touches it, not daring to believe it but...

"This is sheep demon wool, isn't it?" he chokes, then narrows his eyes.

Alastor laughs, "Willingly given, why she has collected it for some time and twists it into yarn herself before overseeing the dying with several other sinners in her employ. I merely requested to have some for your gift, as I have seen you take an interest in knitting of late."

"When you say 'requested'..."

"Dearest Angel Dust, I assure you that if I had not stopped the woman she would have provided me every skein on the floor and refused payment if I was not firm with her. A persistent sinner, that one."

"Oh? Why's a sinner so generous then? You own her?" Angel tensed, surprised by the wrinkling of Alastor's nose in distaste.

"No, she does have a deal, primarily for protection, and that was at her insistance."

"Wait, sheep demon sinner? Yeah, Ange, don't worry about it. She's been hurling her soul at Alastor in thanks since he stopped... something pretty fucking bad happening at a butcher shop down the bad side of Pentagram city. It don't do business anymore, the boar that owned it went... missing." Husk interjects, side-eying Alastor.

"Hah, and the big bad Radio Demon is what, freaked out by someone throwing themselves at him? Smiles, ya hot, that kind of thing happens you need t'get used to it. S'why I always got a taser in one of my other-other arms, y'know?" He laughed, enjoying how one of those ears twitched down. "I do love the gift though, knitting helps me unwind and I 've never had anything but the fake acrylic stuff that gets weird and itchy after a bit. So, thanks... it's the best gift."

"What about the Other one, boss?" Husk needles, grinning and catching everyone's attention.

Alastor rolls his eyes, and snaps his fingers. "Spoilsport, I was leaving the best until last..."

The bloody, barely shuddering form of Valentino appeared on the rug before them, making Angel's eyes buldge in shock. The moth's wings looked to have been shredded methodically.

Alastor prodded the sack of flesh with his staff. "Well, the good news is that he was conscious enough to hand over this delightful little piece of paper..."

Angel's heart nearly falls out of his throat when his contract appears, sealed with a green band instead of deep pink, falling into his now-trembling hands.

"Tear it up as you wish, I have no need to possess the soul of one of our guests. I merely assumed you'd want to do it in the prescence of the one who trapped you in it, for closure... before I put him in the broadcast."

"How did-...?"

"For the price Vox asked, I negotiated the right to kill his little toy and take at least one of the contracts." Alastor said sharply, clearly not wanting to discuss it further. "Still, it does remove one nuisance..."

"Alastor, this wasn't what I meant..." Charlie sighs, trying to be disappointed but so pleased for Angel at the same time.

"Was this not a thoughtful, personalised gift of something that the giftee might cherish? Ownership of their own soul?" Alastor replied, gentling his approach. "I don't suppose you or your father would like to... have a word about the time he licked your arm?"

"He WHAT?!"

"Dad, it's fine!"

"Angel, do let me know if you would like to join me when I integrate this... creature... into my broadcast. If I dislike the man and his antics, I can only assume your feelings towards him are far stronger and of greater import. I plan to braodcast at 8pm sharp, don't be late and wear something that you aren't attached to, it gets... Messy."

Alastor prods Valentino until the moth looks up, scowling, and then passes out.

Angel's trembling fingers grasp the contract, heart thundering like it was some sort of sick game and he'd wake up any moment, and tears it in two. Immediately, his collar shatters and Valentino twitches in his stupor.

"...okay, I gotta know, what did he do that ticked you off so bad?" Angel asked, elbowing Alastor, who rolled his eyes.

"Numerous things, I always meant to get around to killing him for his treatment of his thralls... and free you, as Charlotte has always hoped to do. However, I believe I have hated the man from our first meeting, he is so exceptionally odious after all."

"Why, he lick your arm too?" Lucifer growls, looking like he was still contemplating immolating the beaten overlord for touching his Charlie.

"Hah no. Well, you could say our first meeting went rather badly as I bite off his tongue... he's still angry about that, but I feel quite justified in the action for you see, it ended up in my mouth without any warning. He's lucky Vox, who we were both accuainted with at the time, asked for mercy... in hindsight, I should have turned him into mincemeat."

Angel scowled as well. "Yeah... the bastard ain't one for consent."

There was a heavy moment marring the day, before Alastor snapped the Overlord away to who knows where and added cheerfully, "Well, no need to concern ourselves about that anymore... he'll be beyond deceased this evening, and I understand there is quite the day of festivities ahead. If everyone has unwrapped their gifts and found them satisfactory?"

Different statements of assent echoed from around the room as people tried on, tested out or played with their gifts. The Radio Demon was about to speak further when he was hugged to within an inch of his afterlife by a very tall arachnid who was half sobbing, half laughing in joy.

"Ya fucking nuts, Smiles, I like that in a man. This was the best Sinsmas gift ever!" He crowed enthusiastically, and the emotion flowed across the others in the room like a tide of joy. He dropepd his voice under the clamour to whisper, "You just keep hold'a that coupon and I'm going to give you the best night ever... even if that amounts to like, a neck massage and talking about baking tips, all the way to breaking the bed and eating sauteed pieces of Valentino. Whatever you want... I feel almost alive again, Smiles."

Patting the spider sinner gently on the arm and being relieved at the release with most bones still intact, Alastor grins. "I'm quite pleased that I seem to have found an acceptable gift. Now, if nobody minds, I think we could all do with some breakfast... I might even be convinced to try some of those deplorable sugary discus you call pancakes little Majesty."

"Why, ran out of juice after banging that television guy?" Lucifer snipes back, playfully.

"Hah, no, he's no challenge. Now, your wife on the other hand..." Alastor fades into shadow with a cackle as Charlie covers her face with her hands, deep breaths taken to fortify her for the rest of the day.

"Oh you fucker-..." The King exhales, throwing his hands up... and begins to laugh. "Get back here and help cook breakfast, deer, or I'm taking sole custody in the divorce."

With a dramatic gasp, Alastor fades back into view. "How dare you! No judge would side with such a scoundrel..."

Rolling their eyes at the back and forth, the hotel residents head for the kitchen to start off Sinsmas with good food, warm bellies and pleasant conversation. With a hint of competitive dadding in there.

Angel carried Fat Nuggets, in her new little collar, to the kitchen with them. His eyes firmly on Alastor's back, the gaze making those fluffy ears twitch as they sought out the observer.

"Hey Nuggsy... I might be going made from post-contract delirium, but I gotta ask... how would you feel about having a new daddy?"

For her part, Nuggsy just snuffled contentedly in his arms and fell asleep.

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The end

Will write it better when its not 3fuckingam

this was meant to be a funny throwaway post and now look at it

I'll have to fix and format it so it makes sense and put it on AO3.

#hazbin hotel #radiodust beginning of #alastor #angel dust #sinsmas themed story #all characters here #hope i chose things they'd like #fat nuggs #phoenixwrites

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Wowie another fanart😭 the Lux chapters have killed me so far it’s great (fanart for https://archiveofourown.org/works/61679998 hope that works bc for some reason tumblr isn’t letting my copy paste rn)

@kenshin1340

You know the drill (I’ve done this once b4) I’ll describe the symbolism of the piece.

Song- Poor George, James Supercave

So this was inspired by 2 things, the chapter itself, and my own book, in which 2 chars have a convo that goes kinda like:

“Is that not the meaning of life? To reproduce? Have kids?” “No. Not to me.” “Than what?” “To love.” And more so the concept of what is the meaning of MY life. Which combined with the chapter into “what is the value of YOUR life?” And how Lux, being from the Crownguards, her life is valued more than others. And “how many lives is my comfortability worth?” Which was a question not exactly said, but implied.

Because of this, Lux is being held above water, by people drowning in it, u get the metaphor.

But the way she’s held, looks like running, like she’s running away from this issue, she wants to confront it, but is scared too, and believes nothing will come of it. Which is why she allows herself to be held, why she’s limp in their hands. And SPEAKING of hands, none of the hands touch her face, hips, or chest, because the people are terrified of upsetting her, and they aren’t “good enough.”

The words in the back are in specifically Times New Roman, which is usually used for assignments, and I feel like Silco is a Times New Roman guy. Also he’s referring to her, but her as in Lux? Her as in Luxanna? Or her as in Pascal? But in reality, he’s asking LUX. bc that’s the only one that’s in line (of sorts) with the question.

Pascal is below her feet, as it’s “below” her, she’s a Crownguard, but Pascal is her way to rebel. And Luxanna is above her head (like a crown… tee hee) as it’s a glorified idea of what her parents expect, and made her into.

And to finish my metaphors, my pride and joy: the outfit she’s wearing, she’s wearing King Joseph of the Holy Roman Empire’s outfit. Or at least his outfit on Wikipedia, I’m sure he’s got a million of em. Now, if you don’t know your euro history or just forgot, he tried to be a enlightened monarch, however, he did this with poor care, and a lack of support. So everything feel apart, he took everything back, and reinforced the oppressive regime he tried to deconstruct, and died a failure (in his eyes at least). “Here lies Joseph, who failed in everything he undertook” -a actual quote from him

I chose him specifically, because he is, in a way, Lux, and what Lux believes is inevitable. She thinks that if she attempts to make a change, it will blow up in her face, as she thinks nothing can be done. Which is why she’s in his outfit. (Also in that outfit, he’s wearing his moms war satchel or something along those lines, and she is a Crownguard, which is like knights and stuff, I’d just like to mention that)

I meant to add this above, but tumblr and text and images r weird rn, so. But Luxs palms/pinkie is flexed, as that dark bit is shadows from the muscles being pulled inwards. She’s not happy his with position, wanting to form a fist, but refuses to… which might be the smallest detail I’ve ever put into a piece b4.

#art #fan art #fanfic #speedpaint #king Joseph II #leauge of legends #lux #luxanna crownguard #lux league of legends #anatomy #at least in the hands… I guess #hands #water #water rendering #rendering

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jumpywhumpywriter · 4 months ago

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Villain's Coffee Shop part 48

Warnings: none, really (but if someone thinks I should add a warning or if I missed something, feel free to let me know)

The next day Hero and Villain got cleaned up and treated their own injuries, before sitting in front of the TV to watch the news. The whole fight was caught on a bystander's camera. Both Sidekick and Vigilante had been detained for evaluation and questioning, but apparently Superhero's body had never been found, though it was obvious that he had drowned in the river. Some poor fisherman would likely come upon the body sometime in the next few days to be traumatized by its charred appearance.

But it was finally over. Superhero was gone, and Hero could breathe, knowing he couldn't come find her and use his powers to turn her into a mindless puppet again.

Hero and Villain watched the news until the reporter switched topics, and Villain turned the TV off.

"So what now?" Hero asked. "Where do we go from here?"

"I think you mean where do you go from here," Villain said quietly. "I have... other things that will require my attention in the near future. Which means this is, sadly, where we shall part ways, it seems."

Hero sat bolt upright, giving him a confused glance. "What do you mean?" She snorted. "What could you possibly have to do besides running this coffee shop?"

Villain wouldn't meet her gaze, gently stroking Mocha's fur as the cat purred contentedly next to him. "The deal I made with Supervillain to heal me... I have to make good on that debt."

"Oh? Are you finally ready to tell me exactly what the 'devil's bargain' is you made with him?" Hero arched an eyebrow pointedly.

"I'm not, but... You're going to find out eventually, and it's probably best if you hear it from me." Villain let out a shaky sigh, jaw working. "I will be employed to Supervillain for three months before the deal is off and I will be free to leave. He will use me however he sees fit, whether it be using my superpowers or my skill set. Likely for criminal mischief, knowing him. He's asked me to join him several times in the past given how powerful I am, but I turned him down each time. Until I was badly injured by Superhero, as you know, and had no other choice but to offer what he wanted most in exchange for a healing: my allegiance."

"Villain!" Hero gasped. "Do you have any idea what Supervillain is capable of?! He's one of the most dangerous murderers the Agency has ever tried to stop!"

Villain winced at her tone. "I know. But I was near-dying, and I offered what it took to make me well enough to fight Superhero. The bargain's already made. There's nothing I can do to change it. I sold my soul to Supervillain for three months."

"But Villain... the things he might make you do..." Hero trailed off, face slack with shock.

"I am aware of the price I'll be paying. You don't need to remind me," Villain cut her off with a growl.

"Surely there has to be some sort of loophole or--"

"--There isn't."

"Can't you just, I don't know, not do it? We could work together to take Supervillain down and turn him into the police, and then you wouldn't have to hold your end of the deal."

"That won't work," Villain said flatly, and pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing a small tattoo on the side of his neck Hero hadn't seen before, of a skull with crossbones.

"What's that?"

"A blood bargain. Tattooed in Supervillain's blood. He possesses a special tattoo machine crafted by someone with unique superpowers who could give ordinary objects certain powers of their own within strict parameters and rule sets. The machine he has makes any deals permanent until the duration of the deal is over or until it has been fully fulfilled, a tangible link between two people." He covered the tattoo back up with his shirt collar again, averting his gaze to the floor. "If I don't follow through on our agreement... it will slowly make me sick, poison me, and eventually I'll die.”

"WHAT?!?" Hero shrilled. "Why would you make a deal like that??"

"Like I said, because I had no other choice." Villain's lips tightened into a grim line. "It was either work with Supervillain, or risk my injuries making me a cripple for life. With how many broken bones I had, there was no way there wouldn't be any lasting damage. So I made a calculated decision."

"So you're just going to roll over and take whatever Supervillain throws at you without a fight?!" Hero gawked at him in disbelief. "What if he asks you to kill for him?"

Villain closed his eyes with a shudder. "I'll do my best to find loopholes when I can in the way Supervillain gives me orders and how he words things, but aside from that... I have to do what he says. Or the blood bargain will put me in an excruciating amount of pain."

Hero was shocked. No wonder Villain hadn't wanted her knowing what he was offering Supervillain when he came to heal him. Because she would definitely have done anything in her power to stop him from making this awful deal, enslaving himself to one of the worst criminals in the whole city. And for three whole months?? The amount of damage Supervillain could cause in that amount of time was unfathomable.

"Supervillain gave me a two week allowance before I'd be called to duty," Villain continued, "to give me time to deal with Superhero. But now that the threat Superhero posed is gone, I have to start paying off my debt. And I don't want you contacting me during that time, okay? I don't want to be anywhere near Supervillain where he might see you as a liability to eliminate. It's best if we just... go our separate ways and return to the way things were, with me as the lone wolf and you as another normal hero at Agency. I'm sorry.”

“You–You can’t be serious!” Hero sputtered, tripping over her words.

“I am.” Villain’s face was sad and knowing as he got off the couch to stand. “This will likely be the last time you’ll see me for a very, very long time.” He snapped his fingers at his cat, who hopped off the couch to stand next to him.

“I already told Supervillain I’d meet up with him today to discuss the specific terms of my agreement, so I have to get going. Mocha, come.” Villain turned on his heel and trudged toward the door of his coffee shop to leave, but paused, glancing over his shoulder one last time, his face full of genuine sincerity. “I am eternally grateful for all you've done for me, Hero… it just wasn’t enough to save my soul like you hoped.”

And then he was gone, leaving Hero alone in stunned silence.

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Somewhere else in the city....

Cold. Dark. It was the first two things Superhero became aware of as he came back to consciousness with a moan, eyes cracking open. His whole body blazed with agony, skin burning with phantom fire, and his ears were ringing.

"...Found him washed up on the riverbank..."

"...How..."

"...Not..."

"...News channel..."

Strange voices filtered into Superhero's mind as his hearing slowly came back to him, voices he didn't recognize.

"...Look... think he's... waking up..."

"...Careful..."

A hand on his shoulder made Superhero flinch, ice-cold adrenaline flooding him. Where was he? And more importantly, who was he with?

"Hey... can you hear me? Anybody home?"

Someone was shaking him lightly, and he let out an agonized groan, forcing his eyes to focus on the figure looming over him, barely distinguishable against the black night sky. What stood out to him most, though, were the unnaturally silver eyes staring down at him.

"Ah, there he is. Wasn't sure you were even alive," the stranger laughed. "I know who you are -- your reputation is rather famous."

"Bring him with us," a different voice said close by. "He might prove useful, if his superpowers are as great as everyone says they are."

There were some murmurs of agreement from people Superhero couldn't see through his cloudy vision, before he felt himself being picked up in inhumanly strong arms as if he weighed nothing.

Questions floated around murky thoughts, but exhaustion and pain dragged Superhero's mind back into the dark, and soon he passed out again.

This is officially the end of part 1 of the Villain's Coffee Shop series. But never fear! The characters have come back in this crossover story.

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appleflavoredkitkats · 7 months ago

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youve gotta let us know all your fave cfundy fics...the people need it...

hello anon . u have been bestowed a pin that says "best anon" for enabling me to talk about this fox a bunch more

1. banks of newfoundland by honeydowo

genuinely life-changing. writing style alone, i want to put it in my mouth.

but what makes the fic a genuine standout is that it's one of the first i've seen that encapsulates the concept of fundy as nationalism/l'manberg in a way that's super profound and super, super sad.

i love how fundy is portrayed in this. there's so much emotion in this fic, but it's explained in a very low and casual way that makes you feel more terrible for this guy. it's a cyclical showcase of fundy's tragedies, and how he can't even react to it in a visceral manner because it happens so frequently.

genuinely one of the most beautiful fundy fics out there. three years later and i still come back from this fic crying

2. be my home by neg_nancy

this one's a newer gem i found, one that portrays las nevadas as a "family" without making it fall into stereotypical family dynamics. i was simply put in awe by how well the author writes the connections and relationships the characters have with each other, imperfect and untrusting yet ultimately united for the same base causes

i specifically love the way they portray quackity. he's cunning and perceptive, knowing how to extract what he wants from his members without asking them directly. but what i absolutely love is how compassionate he is behind the sternness, and wow, i'm just absolutely floored by how he mobilizes fundy by the end

3. there is a quiet passing into silent, desolate pain (and no one is allowed to see) by readinglass

this one's depressing, but definitely unique. essentially, it's a fic about tommy witnessing fundy clean schlatt's grave. there's a ton of original, religious imagery in there, which i thinks taps into desperation in ways we don't often find with fundy

i love anything that looks into fundy and schlatt, and this not disappoint. it utilizes fundy's desperation and endless devotion to someone as a way to emphasize his ultimate loneliness. it is just so depressing, and the addition of tommy as both a character and a mirror to what we might be thinking is also so great

4. pandora's box by rabbitsintheclouds

saboo i miss u come back /j /lh

for real though, i know this is more of a c!dream fic more than anything, but the way fundy is used in the latter chapters is honestly so fascinating. the juxtaposition between fundy's optimistic, goofy, and unconditionally loving self and dream's charred-ness, memory loss, and pessimism makes for such a lively yet tense dynamic.

i promise you, this does not water down dream's abusive character to anything but that. but fundy reminds dream of what he's uncapable of being, which somewhat pacifies him a little. it hurts to see them relive dream after dream depicting end-world scenarios, especially considering how peppy and depressingly cheerful fundy is in these scenes

those about are my favorite fics but i suppose i can advertise my own as well. love of the fox is my ongoing one atm, a fix it of sorts that focuses on fundy and schlatt during las nevadas. i have 5 other fics, but i mostly stand by the fics "last resorts" and "one less sleepless night" the most. im too lazy to link those but just check em out on my ao3 :3

#asks #dsmp #fundy #dream smp #cfundy #c!fundy

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doubleddenden · 1 month ago

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So, starting my starter reviews. Where else to start than from the start?

The gen 1 starters might feel a bit overdone by a lot of fans' perspectives- certainly myself included- but if we look at them for what they are and what they provide, they're essentially one of the gold standards for starter pokemon. All about as equally appealing, complementary colors and design philosophies, and they look and remain monstrous by nature- which is apparently a lot to ask for in the modern era.

When you think of "starter pokemon," most will immediately picture these guys. A great balance of design where you really don't miss if you pick one over the others, and quite honestly they warrant multiple playthroughs with different teams for each. Just really, really solid foundations for years to come- only to then be sort of ignored by the design team in favor of furries... for... some reason, despite the extreme marketing of these guys.

Overall, an 8/10, a point deducted for oversaturation and another simply because they all have something missing in each line.

Now individually- below the cut

Bulbasaur is number 1 for a reason. Look at him. That's a friend right there. Supposedly he's a frog, but I never saw it, personally speaking. Being a little monster is good enough imo, and he has a good balance of cute, cool, and spunk that makes him great. In the Kanto games, he's clearly the "easy mode" option because he's just that amazing, with a type advantage or resistance to over half the gyms there. And why not? He's a bro like that. I will say though, you're not unique for liking him over the others- thats just an "I think Velma is hotter than Daphne" tier opinion that someone says when they wanna be different, but not different enough imo. Still, a solid Pokemon and friend, and the hype is completely justified. 8/10, strictly because he's weirdly sized compared to his gen mates and has a pretty inconsistent color throughout the years.

Ivysaur I think is guilty of the "it just gets bigger" issue a lot of pokemon have, but at the same time, it looks cool while doing it. It doesn't change a lot of the main body, but it does simply make it look more aggressive and longer. Of course the bulb is blooming as the other difference- a neat transition from phase 1 to 2. Color wise I think I respect a little more for being more consistently bluer like it used to be. Just an overall good design, although I can't help but think something is missing from Bulbasaur. 8/10

Venusaur is where some people start jumping ship- I personally like it the least of its line, but I still like it. Even though it does have a flower blooming on its back, it's still a rather aggressively coded monstrous design that keeps squarely in a territory that isn't girly or overly masculine- that's saying something compared to modern starters. It's a big monster, what's not to love about it? Well, I will say that I dislike the warts or the abandoned body patterns for them- probably done so to keep it from looking too busy, considering how much is going on with the plant, although I think I'd prefer other options. I think it follows Ivysaur with color consistency, which I will say is probably an improvement over how blue it used to be in comparison. Power wise, it's not really much to write home about, it's a good starter pokemon that gets the job done and has bulk and attacks to help you get through the danger. Cool dude. Poor typing though, especially the gen it debuted in. But gen 1 leech seed + toxic a great combo that should REALLY come back. 7/10.

Overall this grass line is an 8/10 for remarkable consistency and design quality

Charmander I feel is a victim of oversaturation even among gen 1. It's entire line is fantastic by design and iconic for a reason- but one does get tired of eating the same meal over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Charmander by itself is cute, simple, and charming (Char-ming, if you will), it's a fun design that has captured hearts quite easily for a reason. Look at him. That's a friend right there if I ever saw one. 8/10

If Charmander is a friend, Charmeleon is either the best bro that's always got your back, or the bully you owe lunch money to. Among it's line, it probably receives the least love- I personally like it least of the 3, but I do think it's a very solid design. I kind if understand the decision to make it red instead of orange like the other two, as it's mainly as a buffer between Mander and Zard. It's a bit odd, but I think it suits it fine. Personally I think it's missing something around the head (probably on purpose to prepare for Charizard), but a thing I like about this design is the bulk of it's arms, now much more fitted for fighting. I don't really have much else to say, I like it. 7/10, could use tiny wings.

But on a design stand point alone, you have probably the perfect poster boy for what a fire type starter- no, a starter in general SHOULD be: emblematic of their type, fierce, something you can see surviving in the wild, something beastial and monstrous, and something you WANT and won't regret picking. Who the hell WOULDN'T want a fire breathing dragon pokemon? Hurr hurr it's not a dragon IT IS BY DESIGN. the wings are jagged and big, it's tail longer, it's head has those spike things. And the color scheme- the greenish blue has changed a little over the years, but it is a fantastic addition to it's color palette and helps draw attention to them. This thing looks cool and tough, ideal for battle, and maybe ideal for getting around. 8/10, with a point taken away for oversaturation by marketing.

Man I really hate that Charizard is so overly saturated, but I get why. Contrary to popular belief, it ISN'T the most popular pokemon in the world (in fact, one year it was beaten by Greninja, Lucario, and Mimikyu), but it certainly is probably one of the most iconic pokemon designs besides Pikachu. I just hate how it gets so much preferential treatment because Ohmori happens to claim it is his favorite- I mean I'd probably do the same with my favs if I were directing, but at some point it really makes me feel guilty for liking him so much. By now it certainly feels cringe to claim as your favorite, and the people that do tend to think they are the protagonists or making a bold statement- you're not. You're just kinda normal.

Overall an ideal starter line. It's kind of unfair for fire types following it- they really NAILED IT with the concept right out the gate, and it really begs the odd question why some modern starters look so weird and humanoid when they KNOW and MARKET the popularity of Charizard like a religion. Its like a pizza joint that for some reason keeps trying to branch off into vapes nobody wants. 8/10

Now in my day, Squirtle was neck and neck with Charmander for favorite starters among my classmates, but these days it's more or less the least popular judging by the people that go crazy for Charizard shaped Cheetos or just Bulbasaur existing. Even Ash's in the anime gets treated very differently than Bulbs or Zard, not even joining back on Oak's ranch or having a meaningful reunion until over a decade past Battle Frontier, and then right towards the very end in Journeys. Shame, he's iconic! Iconic, I tell you! Those shades changed a generation!

The design is simple, yet cute and to the point. The colors are a great balance between each other, and once more- that. Is. A. friend. Right there. That's a buddy, a good one in fact. 9/10

Wartortle is a great design and pretty much an upgraded Squirtle, with the exception of the blush marks imo, which i dislike. It's weirdly unique with its ears and tail- it almost had a different beta evolution that would reuse this concept. I guess they just liked Wartortle too much to make a more sensible gap pokemon between Squirtle and Blastoise. Regardless of all of that, I love it, and the color choice of a darker blue is actually really nice- and I'm just noticing it's brown eyes. Wonderful. I just really like it tbh. 8/10.

Blastoise I feel deserves the Charizard treatment for a gen. I mean it, like it's a giant turtle with cannons- that's just bad ass. That's amazing. The official art... kinda sucks for focusing on its back like this, but the design is just PEAK kaiju. I will say, I think the stats don't really quite match it- it can be either a physical or special attacker despite having literal water spewing cannons on its shoulders- balancing be damned, it just makes more sense for it to go all in on special. Color wise it's decent- not quite as pleasing on the eye as it's previous evos, but it's certainly a water type turtle. I do hate that it's not steel type- it learns Flash Cannon by level up, it has metal cannons, there are worse justifications for it elsewhere in the dex. I think it loses the charm of its previous evos just a little by losing it's cute tail, but at the same time, it's fucking Blastoise. The respect is earned. And earned some more- have you seen how it swims in SV? God, they made it COOLER. I'm probably more partial to Charizard on a taste level, but Blastoise gets the benefit of not being as shilled as him or Bulbasaur- now mind you, the gen 1 starters still get a bit too much preferential treatment, but I stand by my word that Blastoise deserves a bit more love considering how much Charizard gets. 8/10, because I feel a bit less guilty using it compared to Charizard.

Overall this line does the job of water type starter. It's not my personal favorite ever, but I still think that's it's underrated when it comes to shilling by marketing and fans alike. It's a Pokemon I can easily understand the hype for and especially see living near my neck of the woods. Water types happen to be my favorite typing, and i do prefer to pick a water type starter ASAP to have one on my team- Blastoise is certainly a great Pokemon by design and moves, and easy to make teams with as well. 8/10, good job.

That's gen 1. Gen 2 will drop eventually.

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