#i....i am LOOKING mmk

[campingwiththecharmings]

What’s your favorite Poe costume?

hi bb 🥰 thank you for sending this, i very much enjoyed looking at all the pics lmao 🤤

10000000% my choice is the slutty dinosaur wrangler look from rise of skywalker

there's just....so much going on between the gloves and shirt and the pants and boots and that stupid fucking scarf hnnnnnnnnnnnnng.

i think i fall in love with him a little more every time i see him in this outfit tbh. it's very, um, inspiring, let's say 🤭

(honorable mention below the cut)

also adore him in his flight suit, tbh. who knew an ugly, orange onesie could also be sexy? 🙃

(tho, lbr, it might just be that oscar makes it sexy lmaooo)

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Me: she said her name was Deenie and she is...

Well just look at her and those tits....ok...AND she always was giving me come fuck me eyes

Her: does she get the Belt?

Me: 🤔

Mark her in a pattern of the pentagram

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose @strnilolo @grimholic @tworosesblackthorn @mattscoquette @dazednmatthews @pinkishpearls

[ladybugb0ng]

"We're still going." // Ava Coleman x Fem!reader

“Baby, I’m bored." Ava interrupted the show the two of you were watching on the couch together.

“Oh, so I’m boring you?” you said teasingly.

“No, not you, just there’s nothing to do in here with you.”

“Mhm, Well speaking of doing something, Janine has invited us out to the bar-” Before you could finish your sentence, Ava interrupted you. “Oh hell no!” she exclaimed. “Ava-” “ I do not want to spend my afternoon out with those people. I want it to just be you and I for the day” She said, while sitting up to further express her feelings. 

“Baby, well first of all, “those people” are your colleagues. And secondly, we have the rest of the evening together.” 

“I still don't want to,” She said, still protesting. “We’re going no buts, so get up,” you said while getting up from the couch and reaching for her hand to do the same. “Ugh, you know you can be very annoying sometimes?” she said while accepting your hand and lifting herself off the couch. 

“Whatever..” you said, rolling your eyes even though your back was turned.

“Can we at least take an Uber so we can have some kind of fun?” She pleaded. “Okay, but we are not getting blackout drunk,” you stated. “I wasn't planning on it, I just wanted to get a lil tipsy wit my boo thang.” Ava replied while sneaking her arms around your waist from behind. “Well, first of all, I'm not your ‘boo thang’ I'm your girlfriend,” you responded, as turned around in her arms. “My bad“ “Yeah, your bad.” You stated while you grabbed her chin, pulling her face towards your own. 

Before she could let out another snarky remark, you closed the gap between the two of you.

“You know eventually that isn't gonna work on me right?” She commented, in between pecks.

“What won’t ?” you feigned innocence.

“ Kissing me to shut me up.” 

“Well, I better take advantage of it while I still can,” you said, before leaning in for another kiss.

“Mhh, okay that's enough we're going to be late,” you exclaimed, before you could get lost in her lips forever. “Ughh” “Ava would you stop acting like a baby “I am not, I'm just simply against the idea of going out with “my colleagues” She mocked, from your statement earlier. 

“ANYWHO… which dress should I wear, the green one that I’ve never worn and has been just sitting in the closet, or the black one I bought last month?” you asked Ava, as you were walking towards your shared walk-in closet. 

“Wear the green one. .you know how much I love you in green.” She said as she sat down on your king-sized shared bed while looking you up and down suggestively, referring to a past few pieces of lingerie you’ve modeled for her (which were the same sets she ripped off of you in a frenzy). 

“Okay, the green one it is. Oh baby, can we match?” You asked excitedly. “That’s fine, can you grab something for me to wear?” She yelled, all of a sudden from your shared bathroom. 

“Okay!” 

Once you were done picking out both of your outfits, you joined Ava in the bathroom to begin styling your hair and applying your makeup. You began pulling your hair products from under the sink when all of a sudden you felt a slight sting on your ass. “Really?” you said, as you stood up.

“What?” 

“You know exactly what,” you said as you rolled your eyes.

“Do I?” “Yes, you do.”

“I don’t. But can you help me put my lash on, it's not sticking.” She said, changing the subject successfully. “Yeah, come here baby.” you pointed towards the chair at the vanity that’s connected to the bathroom counter. 

“Here,” she said, handing you the lash and the glue while having a seat in front of you. 

You applied the glue to the lash and began blowing on it to make the glue become tacky.

“Mmk, close your eyes.” After a moment of trying to get it to stick, it finally worked.

“Okay, you're done baby,” you said, turning around to begin working on your hair. Just as you faced the mirror, you felt hands pulling at your waist. “Yes, baby?” you said, as you reached for your facial cleanser. “‘ Sit down real quick.” She insisted. “Okay.” you sat across her lap, “Now what?” 

“Can I have a couple of kisses before we finish getting ready?.” She said, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“Omg, baby we’re going to be late,” you whined, as Ava knew how you felt about being late. “Baby, we are going to a bar, not a business meeting. There's no such thing as being late when you're going to a bar. So we have a few minutes to spare.” She reasoned. “Okay fine, but ONLY a few.” you groaned, knowing she was right, even though you still weren’t exactly fond of the idea of being late. “Mhm.” she hummed as she began laying soft pecks on your jaw. 

“Ava, baby what are you doing?” 

“…”, Silence came from Ava as she continued, her pecks becoming firm, yet sloppy and moving downwards to your neck.

“You said a couple of kisses..” you moaned slightly, as your eyes rolled back and you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I never said where.” 

“Mmh fuck, that feels so good!” you whisper-moaned.

After a moment, you felt her hands leave your waist and unbutton your pajama shirt.

“Mmh, I guess we can be a little late. But we’re still going,” you said, removing the shirt completely and getting up, leading her to the bedroom.

You fell right into her trap…

sorry you guys were left on a cliffhanger...

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY EIGHT

Blitzø sat in bed staring up at the ceiling when he heard a knock at the door. It opened a crack and Fizzarolli poked his head inside.

“Fizz!” Blitzø beamed at Fizzarolli.

“Hey,” Fizzarolli looked around the room. “Is this an ok time?”

“Of course,” Blitzø waved him over. “I sent Loony home to get a proper night’s rest. And Stolas… Actually. I don’t know where Stolas is.” He shrugged.

Fizzarolli closed the door behind him and pulled up a chair by the bed.

“Oz caught him in the hall.” Fizzarolli sat down and made himself comfortable. “Said he had something to discuss with him.”

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

Fizz waved it off.

“Doesn’t matter. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Mmk.”

They sat in awkward silence for a time.

Blitzø cleared his throat.

“You look good, Fizz.” He smiled warmly at him.

“You’ve definitely looked better.”

“What? You’re not digging the pharaoh mummy look?” Blitzø pantomimed tossing back voluminous tresses over his shoulders. “Not into head bandages?”

Fizzarolli averted his gaze.

“Not a fan of hospitals.”

Blitzø cringed. “F*ck… I’m sorry… I didn’t me-“

Fizzarolli waved him off. “Really not a fan of seeing people I love, hurt.” He looked down at his hands in his lap.

Blitzø reached his hand out as far as his IV would allow, trying to reach out to Fizz.

Fizzarolli noticed and looked up to meet Blitzø’s gaze.

“Thank you for being here, Fizz.”

Fizzarolli smiled sadly and took Blitzø’s out-stretched hand. “I wasn’t gonna let anyone keep us apart this time.”

Blitzø grinned and fought back tears.

They sat in comfortable silence for a time, holding hands, enjoying this moment. One that had been long overdue.

Blitzø tried to fight it, but a yawn managed to escape.

“You’re tired. I’ll let you rest.”

No…

Fizzarolli went to stand but Blitzø gripped his hand tighter.

Please don’t go…

“Would you stay?” He looked at Fizz, pleading. “Like when we were kids?”

Fizzarolli thought for a moment, then he slid his hand out from Blitzø’s.

“Oh… Right..” Blitzø’s heart clenched, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked away. “You’ve got to get home…”

A moment later the lights in the room turned off, and Blitzø looked back to see Fizz standing by his bed.

“You’re going to have to move over if we’re both going to fit.”

I f*cking hope he can’t see me crying in the dark…

Blitzø scooted as far over as he could and Fizz climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.

They both shifted until they lay on their sides facing each other.

They chuckled awkwardly.

“Well. Haven’t done this in a hot minute.”

Fizzarolli snickered. “Nope.”

Blitzø noticed Fizz was still wearing his jester hat.

“Aren’t you going to take that off?” He asked off-handedly.

Fizzarolli froze and buried his face in his hands.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Fizz?”

Fizzarolli looked at Blitzø, silent tears streaming down his face.

“Fizz?! What is it?” Blitzø could feel something was very wrong.

“Blitzø…” Fizzarolli shuddered a sigh.

“Whatever it is…” Blitzø reached out to take his hand.

Fizzarolli covered his face with one hand, shook his head and held up a finger - telling Blitzø to hold on.

“You’re f*cking scaring me, Fizz…”

Fizzarolli sat up. Blitzø propped himself up on an elbow.

“I’ve only ever let Asmodeus see me without this,” Fizzarolli touched his hat.

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

“But it’s a part of who I am,” he swallowed hard. “And I think I need to be ok letting others get close enough to see… EVERY broken part of me.”

“You’re not broken, Fizz,” Blitzø reached out to him, but Fizzarolli shook his head.

“I know I’m not,” he took a deep breath. “But I’ve still got broken pieces…”

Fizzarolli pulled his hat off and clutched it to his chest in anguish. He couldn’t bear to look at Blitzø.

Blitzø shot upright.

This is MY fault…

“F*ck.. Fizz… I’m so f*cking sorry…”

Fizzarolli started to cry all over again. He tried to hide his face and put his hat back on, but Blitzø grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re f*cking amazing, Fizz.” Blitzø clutched him tightly. “And don’t worry… Your horns will ALWAYS be bigger than mine.”

The two cried themselves to sleep that night in the same position they’d always slept in as little kids: curled up, touching foreheads and holding hands.

***

Stolas and Asmodeus stood in the doorway to Blitzø’s room and watched Fizzarolli and Blitzø sleep.

“Is this something I need to be worried about?” Stolas whispered to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus smirked and shook his head. “I ain’t.” He looked at Fizzarolli with such love and adoration, Stolas couldn’t help feeling like he was invading their privacy somehow.

Asmodeus looked at Stolas and squeezed his shoulder in encouragement. “I get your reticence. It’ll take time for you two to figure each other out. But I know my Fizzy.” He looked over at the boys and smiled.

“And the fact that Fizzy let Blitzø see him like this” Asmodeus cocked his head so Stolas would look where he was looking - at Fizzarolli’s exposed horns. “Means he’s trusting people again. Trusting Blitzø again. Opening himself up to the idea of family again”

Family…

Stolas’s heart ached. He wanted that kind of closeness with Blitzø. He wanted Blitzø to let him in like that.

“And if my Fizzy trusts him with that kind of vulnerability? I know you can too.” Asmodeus smiled warmly at Stolas. “Hell. I trust the idiot with Fizzy’s life. That’s gotta say something, don’t it?”

Stolas smiled meekly back at Asmodeus. “It does.”

“Good.” Asmodeus clapped him on the back, catching him off guard. Stolas tried not to squawk in surprise.

Asmodeus chuckled.

Stolas shot him a glare.

Asmodeus snorted, tried to cover his laugh, and turned into the hallway. “Let’s go. Give those two some more time to rest. They need it.”

“Yes.” Stolas followed, looking longingly over his shoulder at Blitzø, and how peaceful and content he looked sleeping there, next to Fizzarolli.

If only I could make him feel that safe…

“I suppose you’re right.”

*****

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (4)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing!

Genre: Angst? (Mostly Humor here)

Word Count: 3.1K

<Chapter 3

4. You're Welcome

9 AM was still quite early, so she didn’t speak to anyone when she was leaving the Hotel. Charlie tries to call after her, but Voe ignores her, knowing it would take her some time to find the V tower once again. Once she did find it and entered the building it was 8:59 AM. 

“Excuse me? If you’re here for the event, the line is over there.”  spoke a secretary pointing to a line of women that Voe had completely missed when she walked in—a line of nicely dressed, but very tired and annoyed women that lead right out the door. 

“Um, is my name written down somewhere?”

“Huh?” said the secretary, with her hand in her mouth “Who are you?”

“I’m Voe, I was contacted directly by Velvette.”

“Hmmm,” she scrolled through her computer “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Voe.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t have a Vogue here.”

“It’s Voe!” 

“Yeah, Vogue.”

“VOE”

“How do you spell that?”

“V-O-E?” her frustration building exponentially

“Ohhh. I have a V-O-E here, is this you?” she turns the computer with a picture of her on it. Voe stares at this woman as if she were insane.

“Yes,” she says annoyed

“Mmk.” She turns the computer back and begins typing “Okay, so I guess we can start now.” The secretary stands and approaches the line “OKAY! IF ANY OF YOU BITCHES ARE SHORTER THAN 5 ‘3FT OR TALLER THAN 5’10, YOU ARE DISMISSED!” 3/4 of the line moans in annoyance and leaves. Almost enough models to fill Pentagram City alone. “IF YOU’RE WEARING FLATS, YOU’RE DISMISSED. AND DON’T EVER CONSIDER COMING BACK IF YOU’RE WEARING SNEAKERS!” Another couple hundred models left the premises.

“AND LASTLY IF YOU ARE UGLY LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN!” 

“How do we know if we’re ugly?” a woman on the line asks

“If you have to ask that, then you are.” most of the women are gone, leaving Voe and one other model. Voe goes to stand next to her, she shoots Voe a smile, and Voe gives back what she thinks might be a smile.

“Okay! I’ll call the boss now!”

“Melissa!” Another demon came from a different room “You’re yelling again!”

“Sorry,” she looks sheepish. Melissa turns to the models “I’ll take you to the boss now.”

After being led up the stairs, Melissa knocks on a door.  A voice with a distinct British accent responds, “Come in!” Melissa knocks again. “Come IN!” the voice sounded more annoyed. Melissa knocks once again and the door is thrown open to reveal a beautiful demoness with deep brown skin, and hair that’s red on the top and blue at the bottom, tied up in a large ponytail. She’s wearing a red two-piece outfit with mismatched striped sleeves. “I said come IN!” She glares at Melissa “Don’t just stand in the doorway!” she says to the aspiring models who follow her inside. Melissa takes up the rear closing the door from inside the studio.

“Stand here,” the demoness calls from over by a desk, pointing at a slightly raised area in front of some U-shaped mirrors. They scramble to stand there quickly. The demoness stands up from her desk drawer, holding a tape measure, and approaches them with it “I am Velvette, but of course, you already know that and chances are that you’re here to make your dreams come true. You think you have what it takes to survive in this industry? Well you DON’T” She glares at the both of them “I’m just seeing you both so I can know which one of you is the least trash.” she squints “Names.” she orders. There’s a pause where they are both confused about what to say “NAMES?!” Her eyes widen and she raises her voice with anger

“Umm, Molly?”

“Is that a QUESTION?!”

“No! It’s Molly!” her voice is quivering

Voe’s hands are shaking and she has an overwhelming urge to pull at one of her ears “Voe.” Her voice comes out sounding flat and her tone is indecipherable. 

Velvette raises a brow at her. “Ahh…yes. Voe the Beau, is it?” the fashionista looks her up and down. 

Voe nods once “Indeed,”

“Hmm,” was all Velvette responded with. She paces back and forth silently, looking over at the potential hires every few minutes with her piercing gaze. Voe wondered what was taking so long, they were just standing there. The other girl, however, had begun shaking and sweating under Velvette’s watchful eye, to the point where it became noticeable. After about an hour of silence and short glances, Velvette walks back up to them and says “No. 9” pointing at Molly and Voe respectively. The girl, Molly runs off crying and tripping over her shoes and Voe stands there confused by her statement.

“What are you waiting for?” 

“You to clarify.” Voe’s mouth is something like a straight line when she says this. Confused, but not wanting to look angry

“Clarify what?”

“What ‘9’ means”

Velvette rolls her eyes “You don’t know how to tell time? Come back tomorrow at 9! Now leave!” She points to the door. 

Voe walks toward the door still a bit confused. How was I supposed to know what that meant? But brushed it off. Guess this means she got the job! 

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Usually after doing things in the morning, Voe would come home and crash into a nap, but today she was filled with energy from her visit to vVv Tower. She sat in the parlor eating a plate of spaghetti that she found in the fridge and turned on the tv. The first thing she saw was a girl with blue skin, black sclera, green pupils, sharp teeth, and dark brown puffy hair being interviewed on 666 news.

“Hi, I’m Katie Killjoy!”

“And I’m Tom Trench!”

“Nobody gives a fuck who you are Tom! And we are here with the Vees newest discovery! Introduce yourself, sweetheart!”

The camera focuses on the petite demoness who speaks with a high-pitched voice. “Hi, you can call me Sugar. Sugar Cube!”

“Sugar has been working with the Vees for about a month now and she’s seemed to become an instant celebrity overnight! What do you have about that Sugar?’

“And do you taste as sweet as your name implies?” Tom speaks up and Katie growls at him

Sugar’s eyes are lidded and sensual “I wouldn’t say it was overnight. It takes so much practice and…. confidence? I’m sorry I’m so nervous.”

“Well that’s alright Sugar, you could just be staring at the camera and there’d be at least 2 things I’d be happy about with your performance!” Tom interjected

“I swear Tom, shut the fuck up. What’s it been like working with the Vees?”

“Pretty cool, you get so many opportunities and you can meet so many great people”

“And what people have you met?”

“Umm…lots.”

“Like…?”

“Ummm..he Vees?” 

Laugh track plays over the scene. Katie looks clearly envious “You’re lucky you’re pretty Sugar.”

“Me too,” she says

“Aww, what the fuck! where’d my spaghetti go?!” Angel Dust can be heard from the kitchen. Voe slowly places the plate on the coffee table. Angel enters the parlor. “Hey, have you seen my-“ she spots the plate and just stares at her with flat brows “What the fuck.”

“In my defense, I thought it was up for grabs.”

“It had my name on it!”

“How do you put your name on spaghetti?”

“It was in a container? With my name on it?”

Voe picks up the container out of the garbage and checks it over, seeing Angel’s name on it “Hot damn, my bad. Do you like, want it?”

He plops down on the couch “No, just shit ask next time damn.”

“Okay,” she sits back down and puts his legs over her lap. “Hey, do you know that girl?’ She points at the tv

“Huh?” Angel is scrolling through his phone

“That girl on the tv”

His eyes glance up and focus on who she’s pointing at “Holy shit.”

“She says she works for the Vees, so I thought maybe you might have seen her?”

“Rumor has it that you’re getting a billboard right in the middle of Pentagram City!” Katie continues 

“Well, that’s only a rumor, but I’d love for it to be true someday.”

“Well, you are living the dream Sugar.” Katie turns back to the camera “That’s all for tonight on 666 News and before it cuts off she shoves Tom off his seat

Voe frowns “I wanna be on a billboard.”

“Holy shit. Someone’s gotta get her some cue cards.”

“So you do know her?”

“Yeah, we work together.”

“Oh, she does porn too?”

“Yeah...” he says not really listening anymore. Voe gets up and throws the rest of the spaghetti in the trash, which definitely gets his attention.

“And then you wasted it?! What the fuck?!”

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Voe had taken to playing music out loud in the hotel: full speaker, no headphones, nothing. Whenever she was happy she couldn’t help but dance, which is what exactly she was doing when she heard a knock on her door, she had idea of who it would be, and was confirmed to be correct once she opened it.

“Is there something I can do for you, deer man?”

Alastor’s are only slightly open, and he’s holding his cane as though he used it to knock with “Yes, my dear in fact there is. Your,” he pauses, raising an eyebrow before saying “Music, is quite loud. I would advise you to turn it down.”

“Is it bothering you?” She leans on the doorframe 

“Well, now that you mention it, yes.”

“Why?” He tilts his head, confused by the question “Did you hear it from somewhere else, or just walking by?”

“I heard it from my room.”

“Where’s your room?”

“Right upstairs.”

“That’s not that far, plus you have those deer ears. I’m not sure it’s as loud as you think it is.” She smirks “No one else has complained. How do I know that you’re not just being a nag?”

“Can you not just be respectful and turn it down?”

“But then I can’t hear it.”

“If you turn it down a singular notch?”

“Then that wouldn’t make much of a difference to you, now would it?”

“How do you know? You haven’t done it.”

She takes out her phone and presses the ‘volume down’ button once, which has no perceivable difference in the amount of sound. “See?”

“Hmm. Very well.”  his brows are flat “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your…” he cuts his eye. “What is that?”

”It's a speaker," she said, looking up at him with a hint of annoyance as he poked it with his cane.

"That is not a speaker. It's a box with small holes in it. Speakers have large funnels to project sound and a place to play your record or radio. This is not a speaker."

"It's a speaker," she repeated. "Modernized. It's for phones, iPads, computers, and stuff."

Alastor looked shocked and disgusted, but his smile never faltered.

"Where does the record go?" he asked.

"There's no record. We barely even use CDs anymore."

"What in hell is a CD?" Alastor asked incredulously.

"A 'Compact Disk'," Voe explained. "People used it to play music. But that doesn't matter because people don't use them anymore. This," she pointed to her speaker, "connects to my phone," she held up her smartphone, "via Bluetooth. It's a wireless technology that allows devices to communicate with each other over short distances," she added, looking up from her phone. "It plays the music that I have saved on my phone."

Once Voe finishes and takes a breath and looks up, Alastor seems as if he is going to short-circuit from the vast amount of information he was just given. Voe sighs again. 

“You don’t get it at all.”

“Not at all,” he hits the top with his cane

“Hey, watch it.” She turns serious “Do not damage my property.” 

His smile grows at the idea of irritating her “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your ’speaker’” he walks out in a pompous manner, somewhat bouncing with each step.

“They are not theoretical things,” she mumbles. She turns to go back into her room, before doing a double take. She tilts her head, watching Alastor leave. With each step, his coat raises a bit, she squints looking as hard as possible. “Is that a tail?” her jaw drops open with delight.

The next morning Angel was rushing around the parlor, looking like anxiety incarnate.

“Oh shit, Val’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,” he mumbles to himself.

Voe strolls through the parlor without a care in the world. “Val?”

“Valentino. That’s his boss.” Husk spoke from behind the bar before lifting a bottle to his lips 

“Really dude? It’s not even 9 am.”

“This is my breakfast,” he said taking another swig

“Are you headed to V tower?” 

“Yeah, don’t distract me toots.”

“Oh! I’m headed over there! We can go together!”

“Sure, but I’m leaving now!”

“Okay!” She skips out the door right behind Angel 

Reaching V tower, it felt a lot larger and less friendly than it had when Voe came the first time, maybe because of the lack of models, maybe because of how quiet it was, or maybe because of the look of terror on Angel’s face, when they entered the front doors. There stood a giant moth man decked out in bling and a fancy fur coat with a red top hat donning a striped feather.

“Angel,” he spoke in a sickly sweet voice, “What did I tell you before?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Angel lowers his head, and Voe is confused by the gesture. She’d never seen him look like this before. She looked up at the moth man, he was incredibly tall, and the way he put his hand on Angel, made his face contort into something awful while the moth man’s smile grew.

Velvette finally entered the room at that point, while Voe was examining the two men, bringing the moth’s attention to her. “There you are!” she said

“Oh my,” the giant moth approaches Voe and Velvette “You are gorgeous. Do you need a job? Because I could make you-“ he bends down, then kisses and slightly licks the back of Voe’s hand, leaving a residue of red saliva “A star.” His eyes stare up as hers stare down. He smirked, and she almost sneered. 

“Fuck off Valentino, she’s mine!” Velvette interjects

“You’re Valentino?” Voe spits, shocked by the information

“In the flesh Hermosa.” He spreads his wings as a display of dominance “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“Indeed it does,” she confirmed, wiping his saliva off her hand

“Come with me and I could make you bigger than she” he gestures to his comrade “Ever could. Especially someone like you. I don’t have any plus-sized girls.” He stares at her like he’s starving and she’s a piece of meat. Voe’s body temperature began rising exponentially and-

“Like I said Val, fuck off! I found her first!” Velvette begins pushing Voe in the opposite direction towards her studio while flipping Valentino off. Voe takes one more glance back, and the moth wiggles his tongue and blows her a kiss before she shivers in disgust, looking back at Angel as he is dragged the opposite way.

“Okay, stand perfectly still,” Velvette instructed her while she stood in front of the mirrors. Voe does her best to do so, as her new boss snaps once, twice, three, four five times to find an outfit that works for her. “Hmm, no no no. None of these are working!” She snaps again and again, changing the outfits every second, but she remains unsatiated “This isn’t working, get down!”

Voe does as she was told. Velvette looks her up and down “I want to use you, but none of my clothes fit you right. Melissa! Bring me my measuring tape!” Melissa scrambles in to bring her the tape that was right beside her “Stay still.” she is instructed once again 

Velvette measures her height “Move your arms! Spread your legs” She does everything oh so quickly. “Your body doesn’t fit my current regime, but I like it. And your face. You’re very pretty, you’re welcome. So I need to do something special with you if I want to use you. Wait! What if I created a new line centered around demons with your body type? Yes of course! I’m a genius!”

“Call it ‘Respectless’, ‘cuz I heard that’s your thing.”

Velvette’s eyes widen “Listen, I’m the brains of this operation, so don’t give me your ideas again unless I specifically ask for them! But that idea is so good that I’m going to use it and take all the credit for it, got me? Great!”

“Got it.” she purses her lips “So when are you going to start making the line?”

“Hmm, you’re doing an awful lot of talking for a model, but if you must know I’m going to do it right now!” she looks giddy and intrigued, looking at Voe as if she were a puzzle to solve. “We’ll go with shades of pink because those do look good on you, I will say, you do know how to pick a color, you’re welcome. But your body seems a lot more soft than what I’m used to.” Velvette walks up to Voe and grabs her waist while staring her directly in the eye “Yep, I was right, you’re soft.” So I need clothing that will either offset that or something that could highlight and compliment it “How do you feel about your body? Now I want you to speak, let’s go chop chop!”

“I like my body.”

“You like it? Is that all? Give me something deeper, something more, do you stare at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,”

“And what do you see?”

Voe blinks “I see me.”

Velvette rolls her eyes “And what else?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.”

Velvette walks up to her “What do you feel when you look at yourself? Need an example, alright. When I see myself in the mirror” she walks to the center of the line of mirrors “I think I’m that #bitch. I’m smart, I’m sexy, and I’ve pretty much got it all. Now what about you?”

Voe stops for a moment to think “I don’t think about it at all, I just am.”

“You are what?” 

“The one.”

She raises her brow and steps closer to her “The one what?”

“The one to be. I’ve got charm, confidence, and the skills to back it up.”

“Yes…and…?” She inches closer and closer

“And I don’t apologize for being me.”

“Because you are…?”

“I’m a bad bitch!” She felt hyped up by Velvette

“Yes! You’re a bad bitch, and don’t you forget it! Now that is the vibe I want to get from this new line. It’s based on you.”

“Wow, that’s-“

“Nope! Now we’re back to not talking.” She cuts Voe off once again.

A/N: 'Sugar’ is NOT my OC. She was created by @michaelasworlds-blog from 'Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Nice!' and I was allowed to use her. Let's just say the stories are synced!

Chapter 5>

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Downtown Pub

|| A Wee Bit of Imagination || || CONTENT WARNING || Fast hiccups Mentions of cordial/liquor Mention of food indulgence Occasional use of Profanity Case from offscreen continuous gulp A bit of playful banter Light romantic gestures A few teasing moments

To pass the night away after an upsetting turn of events of a date night, instead of lounging oneself in their condominium, drowning themselves in food indulgence as they have done in the past, why not have a small drink downtown and confess to the bartender, casually involving and overwhelming them to a converse about one's troubled evening? For instance:

"They didn–HNK'MRK!...Huck! even m-MK! make the effort. What a dick. Mmm-H'MUCK!-uh."

A sniffled their dry nose, feigning an upset expression, rubbing their eyes with the heel of their hand, a slight pout evident on their face. Their back slumped forward, their free hand on their drink. Not of a potent beverage, just a light cordial to keep themselves from unleashing a faux tear flood.

In front of them, aside from the rows of beer bottles and liquor, the bartender was polishing glasses clean. Their eyes remained on their calloused hands wiping each and every glass, but their ears were open, listening to A in their discourse, more so of a rant.

A was a bit bothered by it, but, so long as the bartender's presence is there, their conversation may carry on. They do not see any means of stopping coming from the bartender, so A continued with a feigned somber tone in their voice.

A sigh-hiccuped, groaning as they try to sit upright, yet they felt another jostle in their chest and their middle torso popped out quickly. The sensation was sudden, taking in every bit of thump from the back of their throat and the jerk of their head pulling back. Their case was truly putting up quite a racket in their system.

They lean closer to the bartender, a hand propped up to rest on their chin, the other drumming their fingers subtly on the smooth table. A swallowed a hiccup before speaking to continue their ranting.

"Y–HMP!–you know–"

"No, I do not know." Replied the bartender in a gruff voice, cutting A on their words.

How rude, but it was meant to imply a literal response that the bartender does not know...whatever A is about to mention. All to lighten up the mood a bit.

The bartender lift the glass in their hand to a light, reflecting its shards, checking for any residue for thorough cleaning.

A lightly thumped a fist on the table, feigning a whine.

"Let me finish! Hup!-ngh…"

The bartender gave an apologetic nod for the tease under their nonchalant expression, gesturing for A to continue.

"N-HCKL!-not one ca-ULK! call from them, and I sta-YID!HCK'LP! stayed patient. We were ERK!HUCKLE!-mmm…suppose to go-HOCK!-mmm, pardon…go out HI'UPK! and go for a HULK!-for a-HRK! a-MRK'HMPK!—"

They let a double hiccup pass first, rubbing their chest as it jostled once more. Their case was suddenly telling to shut their yapping for a minute, ending to a quick-paced case.

HUCK!-UHK…Mmmuh-HNK!Hirk!-ooh fuck-MRK! Fudge th-NGK! this-MIG'KLP!-Mmk-Mk!-M'MUGK!-UCK!HUCK!HUCKLE!-HhhULKP!

A tried to suppress it down a notch, but to no avail, trying to let out a groan, if they could.

The bartender took notice, subtly and casually pouring them a glass of lemonade. Pushing it in front of A, A looked at the glass for a moment, grumbling at the kind offer they didn't ask or needed.

Okay, perhaps they do need it a bit, the case was going around town as they thought. A took the glass in their hands, feeling the condensed moist from the coldness of the ice in it.

A spoke once more, clearing their throat mid-sentence.

"Go FURK!…MHM!-Mk'uh! for a food trip. They know HUP!-how much—I am fo-UCK!-fond HUM-MIGK!HIGK! with culinary dishes and s—nacks—"

A silent-dragging hiccup ending with a double shook their chest, leaving them to soothingly rub it with their hand in response.

"And we don-MMK!-t even need to-HhhOOP! go out to buy d–rinks. HMPK!-uh! My beloved MRK! make-ULP! such…good driiiiiii–ICK'LP!–nnnksss."

A dragged the last word with a hiccup interrupting midway. They plop their head down on the table, their body shaking from the case ever so noticeable in front of the bartender. They muttered words to express their feigned frustration in a whispered tone.

"Jerk. HMP!-Uh! MRK! Bitch. Forget-me-nots, they say-HUCK!-mmm."

Their groan and words was cut off when they heard the bartender clear their throat. It was deep, catching their attention immediately.

A shifted in their seat, looking up to the bartender in front of them. Nice-looking person, with their apron on, weary, yet calm expression, they wouldn't want anything than to be there for their customers, especially the regulars who gave nothing but good moments of laughs, camaraderie, and just needed someone to listen to their rants and such.

The bartender gave a chided look for their use of profanity that was uncalled for, yet their eyes filled with endearment.

A gave a slight pout, but turned away with an apologetic nod in return for their "uncalled for" manners.

The bartender smiled softly, a genuine hand touching A's as they gave a reply, settling down the glass they were cleaning for a while.

"I love you for being here, dearest. And you did insist that you will be coming here instead since I'll be busy tonight. We can hang out here as it's your favorite pub spot and…"

Before they even continued, A brought a finger over their lips to stop them promptly. Not asking to be exposed right then and there.

After that playful banter, the bartender dropped the act, alongside A, still jerking in their seat as the succession lingered to a more slow yet deep pattern of a case. The bartender felt sympathy for their beloved.

"Yeah, yeah. Huck!Hhhuck! I kn—ow. I know-HMK!-uh...hhhUP! Ugh-crap." A uttered in return.

"I'm doing my best to meet up with you earlier and I did say I could only give out texts, so I can't call you. But, I suppose it's not much of a reason to not tend to you for this date night. My apologies."

The bartender sincerely spoke, kissing A's hand with sympathy and genuine guilt in their eyes and voice.

Despite the terrible event of a date night, A appreciated their moment together in the pub more than going out alone when they are already in their favorite place to hang out with their beloved.

A brought a hand to their beloved bartender's cheek, grazing their thumb as they spoke through the case.

"I find this-MRK! m-more MMK-HMK! to my liking-HIGK!-mmm. Excuse me for URK! this." A chuckled softly, a faint flush on their face for having an obnoxious case for the night.

But the bartender didn't mind it at all, shaking their head to dismiss it. In fact…

"I find them quite endearing, my dear. But perhaps drink the lemonade, you look like you're dying every second in your seat."

The bartender chuckled softly, a rumbling on their chest that brough A to flush. A brought an innocent, yet firm punch on their beloved's chest, huffing an air out.

"Shush you-HUCKLE!-mmhmm!" A cleared their throat.

But in the end, they followed their beloved's words, taking in small sips in hopes for their case to rest or simmer down to spend the night with their spouse with a couple of drinks to toast made by theirs truly. Sneak in some cuddles and comfort whilst they are both at it, why not?

[hmshermitcraft]

Etho's red eye isn't the weird one.

He's albino, white hair, pale skin, pink eyes. That's all normal.

What's weird is the grey one because that's where he keeps his inventory. Almost every other player store their inventory on their arm so it's easily accessible, some speed runners split it up to their finger tips (world building hotkeys is odd, idk man) but Etho looked at his perfectly good eye and thought "ah yes, free real estate."

It's a great party trick and the grain hates it. Especially when he pulls his katana out, the blade just keeps coming and coming out of his EYE, Grian nearly threw up.

Watchers are very protective of their eyes, duh, they wear masks to cover them, to keep them safe. And now there's this asshole who's using his eye as a storage container, Grian hates it. He hates it so much that he approached Etho to tell him all about how swag eyes are and how much Etho should not be using it in this way.

Etho takes Grian gently by the hands, leaning in close, Grian is sure that if he didn't have a mask on he could feel every exhale against the sensitive skin around his ear. Etho's touch is feather light when he slides his hands up Grians arms, holding him by the sides of his head.

"I AM OLDER THAN YOUR GODS," he yells in Grian's ear, Grian tries to escape but Etho holds fast, "I AM OF THEIR MYTHOS, KNOW THIS AND BE AFRAID."

Grian is rattled, obviously, and he is afraid. Etho kisses the side of his head, hugs him gently, "worry about your own eyes, mmk?"

"y....yeah..i'll do that. sorry etho."

"I don't want you to actually be scared of me, I'm nothing like the legends, but it's easier to get the point across"

After this Grian starts inquiring about keeping an inventory in an eye, and Etho happily tells him all about it. After all, the best way to instill and then get rid of a fear is to learn everything there is to know about it. Does it hurt? No. Can you feel it? Not really. Isn't it a hassle to reach up every time? Yeah. Can you teach me how to do it? Of course, you little heretic, here's how to rebel against your religion in the best way possible.

Grain doesn't keep his inventory in his eye, it really is a hassle to reach up every time, but it was freeing to have it that way for at least a little. He's still a watcher, he has no problem with them, but he's much more lax about his worship.

-carrie

Grian is glad he explored and questioned his relationship with being a watcher, even if Etho felt like a challenge at first. He isn't just a watcher because he was chosen as one now, he's actually interrogated his beliefs and he's come out of the other side way cooler.

After all, what better way to honour your eyes then use them? And though he might leave the 'as a storage container' to Etho, he'll certainly use his eyes to appreciate how hot the... Uh. Etho is.

[crystalizedcryolite]

Mk, first of all—Hiiiii! I absolutely looove your work. And also: ITS OCTOBER, CRYOLITE. WHERE IS THE NEW OGTDWV CHAPTER? I NEED MY GRAPEDUO AND LONLEY RED AND ALSO BLUE LEMONADE!! (You remember, this fanfic you haven’t updated yet? Don’t question why I have your official art saved in my photo library)

Secondly—can I just say your fan fictions are the best? Like, I was introduced to you when I read Rhapsody in Green, and then I saw and read this and now I’m more interested in superheroes than I ever was before.

Thirdly—How are you like; the only person I’ve come across who’s a writer and an artist? I feel like I’m the only one but then you exist?? What????

NUMERO QUATRO—Thank Alan I’m not the only one who headcannons Green as genderfluid. There isn’t enough Genderfluid Green in this world. Even though I disagree on the Purple being taller than Green, like… I’m sorry but short Purple calls to me. Something about Purple being the short responsible older one and Green being the tall flirty cringe younger one who dies from fall damage whilst trying to impress Purple. (If you know, you know.)

THRICE—I must eat your fanfics and run away.

Lasty—Could you draw some OGTDWV fanart while your writing? Or maybe just some snippets of like, writing or something? I dunno. It’s just trust me I understand how long chapters are to write but I need more content of this or I will spontaneously combust from lack of fluff. Or am I gonna have to reread Rhapsody in Green and Fading Frequencies again?

Holy sticks that was a lot. I have a lot to say. Sorry about me and my strangely introverted mouth. Well, anyway, Ty for reading!! Love you’re work and if you don’t update soon I have a 2318 PowerPoint presentation about how I’m going to find you and destroy you 😁 and also I would continue the fanfic instead. MMK THANKS BYEEEEEE

WOAHH HEY :DDD

Yes, I'm aware of the lack of OGTDWV updates, but school and burn out has been driving me nuts lately which is why it's been a while, BUT, I'm getting there! <3

AWWW- TYSMMM!!

I'm sure there's a lot of creators out there who are both writers AND artists. If I remember correctly, @/Purpur (if that's the right user) has a royal grapeduo au that has both art and fic, so there's that! But I definitely see what you mean.

Oh, I LOVE genderfluid Green! And I like to make Purple the taller one because- idkk?? The thought of Purple looking all tall and intimidating while still a villain and Green just simping in their shadow amused me too much, hehe

I can definitely do that, actually! Probably not now, but I can do that in the near future! (Don't worry, next chapter will be FILLED with grapeduo and fluff!)

PFFFF- that's enough motivation to keep writing. I'm only a few scenes short!! I just got to get it together!! /silly

Thanks for the long message! I don't normally get asks about my other works so this was great <3

[mikalame]

tom kaulitz x flight attendant

“i cant believe your actually making me do this" i groan bill is making us go into the air again, last time i got so air sick i threw up in my hat cause the flight attendant couldn't get there quick enough. I think ill die of embarrassment if i see her again she was way to pretty to be doing that she should have been a model or something not someone rushing to get a bucket cause i couldn't hold my food down. “TOM!” bill shouts in my ear “ i smack him in the shoulder “quick screaming in my ear that shit hurts ugh”  “you thinking bout that girl again it would be so funny if she was the one to serve us again” georg snickers they all know that shes been on my mind for ages now i just hoped me meet somewhere better and not like how it did.

Well fuck me after getting pushed from behind by some lady for 5 minutes we finally sit down i thank bill for getting me an aisle seat so it would be quick for me to get up and run to the bathroom. “After 30 minutes the food should come out wake me up then mmk” georg says before putting on his eye mask and falling asleep we pass time by seeing how many skittles we can through into his mouth.

I dont hear the rattle of the cart getting pushed through the row of people as i have my head phones when it finally comes up to us i see that gustav has woken georg up and both of them are quitely laughing to themselves i look up and see its that girl agian i feel heat rise to my cheeks my vision becomes blurry and feel the breakfast coming up. I try and hold it in until shes gone but as soon as she left i shot up and bolted down the aisle. Around five minutes later i unlock the door i see her standing there holding a bottle water “um thought you might need this to um yk was down the vomit taste or something” she laughs akwardly handing me the bottle “Omg look im so sorry for last time like i was and still am so embarrased bout like throwing up and stuff and like right now ig aswell” i blush hiding my face after i drink the water “Oh no its okay i didnt mind really air sickness is more common than you think” she jokes i laugh a bit aswell. “um do you think maybe we could hangout or something like when your free oh well ig youd have to fly back after this but um...” i trail off thinking my idea was stupid and silly “no i would love to you seem real nice and sweet um do you have a phone on you i can give you my number” she says. I whip out my phone as she types the number in “well thanks umm...” “oh ___ and what your name Mr. Air sickness” “Tom, tom kaulitz i look forward to our date ___” i say while walking away feeling ten time better 

Hope yall like thanks for the love on the first post!!!! <3 plz if you have request please tell me them im dieing for it lol

[theyellowstar]

Hi everyone here's my secret boss yaayyy (I'm totally not writing this on the last day)

*anyways,* meet scruffy!

yup, I told you the inspiration would be weird. scruffy is my chapter 5 secret boss for my take for the holiday Mansion dark world, and if you couldn't already tell: yes, he's based on that one hello kitty character (cinnamoroll)

his character, design and aesthetic choices are based a lot off of cinammoroll/sanrio in general.

his Item in the light world is - well, a cinnamoroll plush. or at least, the deltarune universe equivalent of that.

his speech quirk is meant to feel childlike/cute and innocent, although I'm not sure exactly what it would look like. it's a work in progress, mmk? <3

his soul mode is CYAN, but we'll get to that later...

Scruffy is teased in chapter three a couple times. My take has a very small area based off of kids shows, and the miniboss/minigames is based off of a comically obvious hello kitty parody. after you beat the minibosses (based off hello kitty, melody and kuromi respectively) they will open a shop, where they briefly mention how there was supposed to be a fourth member of the show...

scruffy is also teased by a cardboard cutout advert in the cooking district.

scruffy's dark world is the HOLIDAY WORLD, with the fountain being opened in the holiday mansion (aka the mayor/noelles house) I would love to talk about that dark world more sometime, but the general vibe it has is a "late night city in december" feel to it. anyways, scruffy can first be found at the waterfront, an area of the city overlooking the river. he then gets very attached to pretty much everyone, since he's so lonely. he assists you ever now and than In the chapter, opening up a shop and generally just keeping you company.

the secret boss fight:

Scruffy's fight is basically him having a massive panic attack. he realizes that you're going to seal the fountain and dosen't want to be alone again. when you reach the ice palace and are approaching the fountain, scruffy snaps and uses his magic to break the ice palace into two, preventing you from going further. the ice the party stands on starts floating away into the river, and the battle starts. (or something like that idk)

As I mentioned earlier, scruffys soul mode is CYAN. I'll be honest here: I based the Mechanic off of the mad mew mew fight but vision crew did that first. so it's basically the exact same soul mechanic as the cyan soul in vcdr. the heart splits into two halves and you are locked in a grid, but can move the halves of the soul horizontally and diagonally- kinda like a rythm game! think ddr

as for attacks, I have some very vague ideas, so I'll spitball them here. why not

cloud:

a raincloud with a sad scruffy face on it. it will rain down tears the player must avoid to not take damage.

floating hearts: hearts appear below the battle box and float upwards.

star wand: scruffy uses a star wand to call down stars at the soul.

plane: a plane bullet that will occasionally fly through the battle box

head bobbing attack: idk really how to describe this one, not sure what the pulled pattern would be but the "head bobbing" is simillar to that one attack from the uty flowey fight

SECRET BOSS THEME:

while I sadly am not a composer, scruffys boss theme would be pretty unique compared to other sb themes. It would highly be inspired by breakcore/vocaloid/ music, I actually made a playlist of the three songs that inspired me the most! check it out if you want

Listen to ch5 secret boss theme inspiration, a playlist by Theyellowstar2009 on #SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/62Jvg

And that's about all I can show rn. I wish I could talk about his gaster trauma backstory and other stuff, but I'm already basically out of time. so that's all for now, byeeeeee

[pseudowho]

HIIIIIIIIIIII Haitch 🙂‍↕️

I’ve come to spam your inbox with my Sunday Love Letters & it’s about fucking time I stop pining from afar.

How is your novel going? Besides ruminating on the fact that you’re 5’11, this is the second Haitch Fact™️ that has me WRECKED. Like I need to know more. Where do you write? Home? Coffee shops? Do you have a schedule?

In my head you’re so sophisticated with this shit. Like I just know the you drink from a Tiffany’s Tea set or something with the classical music in the background at some fancy library that’s 500 stories high.

Mmk. love you. In the way that you have to kinda tilt your head to the side, and squint your eyes because…was she being platonic? (Spoiler: no).

💕Mr. Haitch if you see this respectfully no you didn’t💕

besos 💋

b.

Welcome to my Inbox 📥 No escape now, YOU FOOL! But Happy Sunday 💕😌☕

You'll be pleased to know that my height remains unchanged, but for my brother's wedding yesterday, I was a rather sultry 6ft2in in heels...until I kicked them off to walk barefoot, as nature intended.

r.e. the novel, it is going very well. I've been ill this week so haven't written much, but usually I write every evening once my diabolical children are asleep. In my soul, I am on a wonderful book/coffee shop, with my gold glasses chain, pencil skirt and turtleneck on, looking curvy and smart and sophisticated. And being glanced at by admiring strangers, etc etc.

These days however, I usually do it bra-less, in an oversized t-shirt and thong, swearing into my Shiraz and throwing debauchery at my long suffering husband. He listens to my rants and gives wonderful input and other stuff that's not appropriate to talk about here

When I write the novel...it's at a little old laptop in the evenings. Or on my phone while I put children to bed, or cook dinner. It's currently about a quarter complete, in two months. I think it's going well. It's plotted out and I'm in love with the characters.

And sadly...the plot and name is a total secret 🤫🙊 I shall not share my pen-name, nor the name of the novel on here, even if I get published (which I probably won't).

However...I largely dislike classical music. I have lovely tea sets...which are currently locked away from wayward tiny hands. My sophistication is on hold, soon to return, when my baby stops trying to eat my face and pull my glasses off.

Remember, at my core, I'm an angry anarcho-socialist who will quickly replace her heels for her DMs (or, my high-heeled DMs these days) when a door needs kicking through.

I'm also an insatiable flirt though, and I could and would do the Booktok door lean over you if only to see you melt just one chance Bunny I swear to god I would effuse about you if only I weren't too British to effuse but in reality I think about you a lot and question my heterosexuality and

Y'know, in case we ever meet 😏

Yours, disrespectfully,

-- Haitch xxx

[keroradio]

CD drama 5 and the last in the Pekopon Shinryaku set, can you believe it?

Although this story is set around Christmas, it's being posted more or less on the opposite side of the year, but that's fine (^.^')

Having said that, I've noticed there's no middle ground for how these go; either I finish it in a day or so, weeks before it's scheduled to be posted or I'm still finishing it the night before. This was one of the latter, a lot of different things happened, some are still being wrapped up, and then I lost an evening I expected to be able to work on it dealing with a couple of stressful people, one of whom I feel bad for, but am also really starting to resent (-.-)

And there were a few lines that were hard to understand (Keroro's croaky voice is cute, but sometimes it's hard to tell what he's saying)

Either way, it's finally here, and is going to last for a few days, so I;m excited to share it

N: Christmas is for being with a person you love, just who decided that? But sometimes you'll be alone, listening to the radio in quiet, don't you think that sort of Christmas Eve is also nice?

(Broadcast start-up)

623:It's Christmas Eve night, the snow falls all around from the sky, could those be tears from Mr Santa who is so busy that he's away from his beloved? What a thing to think on Christmas eve! Mutsumi's My radio, tonight is special Christmas installment! Let's get right into reading a hand selected poem from our listeners, Inner Tokyo City's Nacchi-san

723: Ah, th-thank you! Good evening!

623: Good evening! Nacchi-san, where and with who are you listening to the radio, this Christmas Eve?

723: In-In my own room, wi-wi-with my friends

623: Are you a bit nervous?

KYK: Pull yourself together, Natsumi-san

Moa: Please do your best! You could say, shout it all at once?

MMK: I had planned to spend Christmas Even alone with Fuyuki-kun, I thought, why am I here? UMMK: At this rate we won't be able to do our "Confess our love in Tokyo" plan

623: Spending Christmas eve with your best girlfriends seems fun too

723: Ye-yes! I'm happy that I got to talk to you, Mutsumi-san

623: Thank you, well then, let's dedicate tonight's drawn poem to you, Nacchi-san On a sacred night A figure gently approaches If you listen closely See, you can hear it

K66: Sergeant Keroro's Original Strange Dopamine

(Cheering)

723: Ah, st-stupid frog

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K66: Pekopon Invasion CD number 5: Original Strange Dopamine, Christmas Jack, yes sir!

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Keronians: Merry Christmas!

K66: Now, we've finally begun! Broadcasting on Christmas eve, Christmas eve: Snow falls all around from the sky, could it be dandruff from Mr Santa who was too busy to take a bath? If that's the case, take a day off!

On that note, I'm the house drudge Sergeant Keroro, yes sir!

TMM: I'm the late bloomer Tamamacchi!

G66: Oh, Uh, I'm Giroro

K66: You're so stiff, Girocchi! Look, this time be more charged up! Yes!

G66: Ha! Charged up, ha! Charged up, ha!

K66: You don't understand this is radio

966: Hurry and finish so we can get to the first song

K66: Roger, yes sir! Director Kururu! Let's get it started!

D66: Uh, Keroro-kun!

K66: Ah, and we can't forget about tonight's star, tonight we're giving the always inconspicuous Lance Corporal Dororo, will have plenty of conspicuousness

D66: E-he-he I'm a regular respondent of the show, Dororo, good sir, I have a bit of confidence in my material, good sir. First is an ice breaker: I don't want a Christmas cake like this, instead of a candle wick-(1)

K66: On that note, tonight's featured song is the opposite of a Christmas one, Pekopon Invasion Ondo!

G66: Wait, why are we playing an ondo song for Christmas?

K66: Then let's go!

(Pekopon Shinryaku Ondo Plays)

K66: (sigh) Well, that's it for the start, then?

TMM: Mr Sergeant, you're the best!

G66: However, are there really Pekoponians who'll listen to this sort of radio at Christmas?

K66: That's a key point of the plan, yes sir. The only ones listening to the radio on Christmas eve are lonely Pekoponians who don't have a lover

TMM: You said it

K66: And so, if we help them with that loneliness now

723: I can hear them

K66: We'll win their hearts, then we can promote our Keroro goods, and increase our invasion funds. Merry Christmas & Happy New Year To You! That's my plan, yes sir

TMM: How shady! It's a black Christmas!

K66: Gero gero gero gero

723: Really, what are they up to? My dedicated poem reading from Mutsumi-san~

Moa: Uncle, even on Christmas eve he's dedicated to invading Pekopon, you could say, no rest for the poor?

966: Ah, whoops, the mike was still on

K66: Gero, Seriously?

KYK: Ignoring that, they're really funny

K66: To recover the mood, let's go to tonight's randomly drawn poem:

On a sacred night A figure gently approaches If you listen closely See, you can hear it

A reindeer sneezing! On that note, now we have a commercial, then after the commercial, this episode's extra special guest

(Afro Gunsou Plays)

K66: Releasing soon! Making it's way to improve your life, the eagerly anticipated giant figure: 1/1 scale Sergeant Keroro!

966: Even the resonance sound is spot on

G66: I want one too

TMM: I also want one~!

D66: I too wou-

K66: OK! Now resonate together with me! Kero kero kero kero kero kero

723: Right now, they're probably in the underground base again Let's go!

FYK: Sis! Don't!

MMK: Ah! Fuyuki-kun! Would you like to be alone with me?

FYK: Ah! Nishizawa-san, welcome!

723: What happened, Fuyuki?

FYK: Right right, look outside the window! In the sky, there's a giant UFO!

723: What!?

Moa: Ah, that's a Satan Claws spaceship! (2)

723: Satan Claws?

Moa: They're fearsome alien race, and a rival clan to us Angols in regards to destroying planets you could say, villain introduction?

723: So they've come to destroy the Earth?

MMK: Oh-no~! They ruined the mood

KYK: If we don't stop them right away-

FYK: What kind of aliens are they? Those Satan Claws

Moa: Right, uh...They look a little like Pekopon's Santa, but....

K66: Still, we've kept you waiting, yes sir. Our program's extra special guest is, amazingly, Mr. Santa Claus, yes sir!

(Everyone cheers)

K66: Welcome, yes sir. Mr Santa

D66: I thought Mr Santa only wore red coats, good sir

G66: I notice that guy is red & slimy, and his face ends in body hair that looks like a white beard

TMM: He has a violent appearance

966: I thought he'd be riding in on a reindeer

(Unsettling noises)

Moa: It really feels like one, you could say mark of authenticity?

723: Could it be this is

FYK: Satan Claws?

MMK: What? This is bad

Moa: We're in trouble, if a Satan Claws gets angry, you could say a critical situation?

KYK: We've got to let them know!

K66: Huh? I just had a bad feeling Oh? What's going on, Mr. Santa? If you're make a gloomy face

TMM: See, smile more, smile!

K66: Should I try tugging on your beard?

TMM: I'll try bopping him on the head

SC: unsettling noises

K66: You're in a bad mood today, aren't you? I guess you're dropping off presents

SC: more unsettling noises

TMM: Ah, this must be his bag of presents!

K66: Oh! Then in that case, let's check inside the bag!

G66: Hey! You can't just go searching through people's things-

K66: I'm just looking. Right Mr. Santa?

TMM: Ah, I wonder what could be inside~

K66: Ooh! First is something from Asakusa....a key holder?

TMM: And here we have a....cell phone strap

D66: These are sweet potato dango from Kumamoto

G66: Are these Christmas presents?

K66: Oh! Here we have a parcel from an electronics shop in Akihabara

TMM: Is it a game?

K66: No, it's a massager, yes sir

G66: Are these supposed to be presents for children?

SC: (garbled noises)

TMM: He's saying something, Mister Sergeant

K66: Hm? What is it, yes sir?

SC: Butt-fire-cracker (3)

K66: What? Whaaat!? B- bu-

G66: B-Butt-fire-cracker?

TMM: What does that mean?

K66: What do you think it means? A fire cracker in your butt

SC: Butt-fire-cracker

K66: Gaaah~!

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1-We'll see a finished joke in the second part, but it's a word play joke; the basic structure is saying "I don't want this (Christmas thing)" then describing and alternate version where it could be summed up in a set of words that are pronounced the same way as the original thing. Unfortunately, we get to little of the joke to tell where it was going

2-I'm not sure exactly how it's supposed to be romanised and I changed it several times before settling on this

3-This was way before season 6, Kero Zero contradicting Tamama not knowing now, and the shapeshifting blobby guy. The name gives you a good idea of what it is, but apparently it actually was a thing associated with the later half of the Showa era as one of those childhood experiments that is a bit messed up when you look back (sort of like the infamous setting an anthill on fire with a magnifying glass).

Basically, children would get a small firecracker, stick it in a frog's butt and then light it so the frog would explode, hence the Keronians being freaked out by it, even though they could probably just pull it out....and they survive explosions all the time

[raevenlywrites]

Tonights Magnus Archives listening starts with Ep 45: Bloodbag, and carries on with 46: Literary Heights , 47: A New Door, 48: Lost in The Crowd, 49: The Butcher's Window, and 50: Foundation

Bloodbag

hey! i bet thats Selasa (god ive got to look up some spellings). i wonder what his whole deal is. I wonder if hes ever gotten any deliveries from Breacon and Hope XD

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Martin! youre hovering! You cant rush a skittish archivist. Just leave him some tea out and wait for him to come to you :P

Literary Heights

I bet this will have a Leitner....

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Oh damn! I wish I could remember what Ex Altiora's friend who was struck by lightning was. Bc I bet this dude with the branching scars is him

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"The Vast" huh....

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Oh! The Bone Turners Tale. Well shit. Guess Its time to make a relisten tag for Leitners

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Oh gross! The Spiders are eating The Worms? Ick. Also i bet its Not Sasha poking around in the tunnels

A New Door

Ooooh I bet this is A Spiral One

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Oh shit, I wonder if the figure she saw was Michael?

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FUCKING HELL ITS MICHAEL ON TAPE

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"You make it sound like theres a war."

"I wouldnt want to tarnish your ignorance prematurely" I AM SCREAMING

Lost In The Crowd

Mmk, so Alone is definitely a fear, along with The Vast, The Spiral, The... Squirmies, possibly separately The Spider, and whatever is going on with Not!Copiers and Meat

The Butchers Window

What can i say but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Oh, I can say "Jon! Be sus of Sashas computer constantly breaking! Just like your statements that wont digitize!!!

Foundations

Not much to say on this one since its a historical, i found myself blanking a lot. I will say, however, re: Supplementals "Good work boss ;)"

[kayforpay]

gamjane, 2?

"D'you like the uh, that human thing that Kanaya went and did." Gamzee asks, peering around the doorway to the kitchen in Jane's house. She looks up from the cake she's icing, and blinks. "A big ole wedding."

A drop of blue lands on the counter, and she snickers. "I mean, I don't think a big wedding would be for me. But I do like those, yeah." As she speaks, she motions him in, and he immediately wraps himself around her like a sweater, purring the second their skin touches. "Here, open your mouth."

Gamzee does as he's told, and she sticks the spoon she had used with the batter into his mouth. "Mm. W'd you mmk--" He takes the spoon out of his mouth, and tries again. "Would you make the cake for it? How do those things work. I, uh. Wasn't invited." His head settles on her shoulder, the weight of his lanky frame mostly resting on her back.

"Well, I think it depends on everyone's tastes. For me, I think I would want John, and Roxy would be my maid of honor. You'd probably want Karkat as your best man, right?" She doesn't get anything but a shrug, so she continues. "Those are like, the people you trust the most besides your partner. They stand at the front with you. And then everyone else could come if they wanted, but I think I'd just have a dinner, not a cake."

His fingers slide under the front of her apron, cold and sharp, but warming against her shirt. "No cake? That cus of John?" He taps her stomach lightly with his fingers, a quick rhythm, like he's thinking.

"Yeah. I don't want John to be uncomfortable. He's my... Relative, I guess. He's important to me. But I'll make you a cake for yourself, Gamzee." She turns her head to look at him, and smiles at the bashful look on his face. "Do you want a wedding?"

Slinking somehow closer against her, Gamzee hums noncommittally, his chilly face pressing to her neck. His teeth brush her skin when he talks. "I dunno. I don't want anyone but you. You're the best gal I ever met, Janie." He kisses her jaw, and squeezes her around the middle until she turns her head to kiss him back.

"You're too sweet for your own good. How am I supposed to say, oh, we should wait and be sure?" She sets the icing bag down, and squirms around to face him, standing up on her toes to press their foreheads together. "But we should just enjoy this. We have plenty of time."

His paint is smudged around his mouth, with chocolate batter on his lip. "I don't do nothin' but enjoy you, Janie."

[little-corritrice]

Lando Norris ~ I'm Not The Only One

{Long Story}

Walking down the paddock, I smiled at the mechanics and drivers passing by, Lando by my side on his phone. "You're quite distracted recently, Lan." I chuckled, jokingly taking his phone. However, he freaked out, lunging at me for it. "y/n! Give me my phone back!" He yelled, snatching his phone from my hand. Bystanders around us all looked at us, my cheeks turning red from embarrassment at his sudden and loud yells. I turned my head to him as he huffed out before he sighed out annoyed as he continued walking without me. I turned my head down as I walked behind me, my mind racing with anxiety as everyone stared at us walking away from the scene.

~ ~ ~

In the garage, I was with Jon as Lando was getting suited up. I stood to the side, Jon trying to bring me up, but I shook my head. The team started pushing the car out and soon everyone was on grid. I stood next to the wall, Lando laughing and giggling at his phone. Jon gave me a sympathetic look as he tried talking to Lando with me, but Lando just ignored my presence. So, I decided I was going to go say hi to Max. I walked over, tapping his shoulder as he was facing away from me. He turned around, smiling brightly as he pulled me into a hug. "y/n, hey! How are you doing?" He asked, and I shrugged, patting his back as we pulled away.

I smiled up at him, shaking my head. "Well, Lando has been glued to his phone all day and completely embarrassed me this morning, so dandy." I chuckled, and he gave me a sympathetic look, patting my shoulder. "How about you? How has it been going for you?" I asked, and he smiled, telling me all about how the car was doing great, then diverting to how he and Kelly were going good, and how he was very happy right now. "I'm glad you found your happiness, Max. It makes me really happy to know that." I smiled, but he didn't smile back. In fact, he wasn't even looking at me. I frowned as I followed his eye-sight, however, I really wished I didn't.

I stared blankly at the scene in front of me; Lando was kissing another girl and giggling and laughing with her. I felt my heart physically give out as I grabbed my chest in pain, looking down at the ground. "y/n-" Max started, but I looked back up, my teary eyes looking at his. "Have a great race, Max. bring her home safe, mmk?" I said shakily, patting his hand as I turned around. I walked up to Lando, him being shocked as he probably thought I left the track. The girl also looked up at me shocked, fleeing away from Lando's hold and all but running away. "12 years, Lando. 12 years of my life I gave to you." I whispered, looking at the ground as I could feel the watchful eyes of his mechanics and everyone near by.

He looked at me panicked, shaking his head as he tried grabbing my hand. "No, no. It's not what it looks like, y/n. I swear, I can explain." He said, but I shook my head, letting out a sob as I backed away. "There is no need to explain. I get it quite clearly. Thanks for everything, Lando Norris." I cried, slipping the promise ring off my finger and gently placing it in his. "I wish you the best in life." I said before I walked away, my head and heart hurting. I sped-walked down the pits, going into the McLaren garage and collecting my stuff. I quickly packed it all up, walking out and to the main gates. I was so close to them when I was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

I turned around, yanking my wrist away from the stranger. However, it was the girl that was on Lando earlier. "y/n? I am so sorry, but it just suddenly happened. We met and started talking and it was like we just...clicked. I didn't mean to ruin your relationship." She said, but I just nodded. "He likes to game when he doesn't have anything to do, but he also likes it when you're there with him in the room. He doesn't like to eat vegetables unless they're tiny or mixed with something that'll drown out the taste." I started saying, and she just stood there. "He gets very clingy when he's sick, so make sure to always stay by his side during that time. He gets insecure easily, so beware of things that'll cause him to spiral." I said, and she just stepped forward.

I stepped back, holding my hand up. "Just promise me one thing? Please take care of him. He may be a stubborn baby sometimes, but just make sure he does what's best for him. That's all I ask." I smiled sadly at her, and she just stood there, shock written all over her face. I looked behind her, Lando standing not too far away(↑), looking sadly at me. I took in a deep breath, turning and walking away from the two, heading for the hotel that was in walking distance. It wasn't even 10 minutes before my phone was blowing up, calls and texts of numerous people coming in. I ignored them all, getting into the hotel room and packing everything of mine.

~ A Couple Years Later ~

~ Lando's P.O.V ~ I sat on my bed, holding the two photos in my hand. One was of baby me and Max in our karting days, the other of young me(↓).

I smiled fondly at the memories of being at the track with Max & y/n, y/n running around with us crazy boys. I looked up as I heard my door open. "Hey, you doing okay in here?" Max asked, peeking his head in through the door. "Oh, where did you get those?" He asked, coming to sit next to me. "Just was going through some old boxes of hers. She still kept these." I said sadly, looking up at Max. "Mate, maybe you should go see her." Max said, but I looked down again. "I don't deserve to see her. What I did to her, it's my fault she's gone." I said, shaking my head. "She still would've wanted you to see her. This is y/n we're talking about, mate. That girl loved you with everything she had and more." Max said, patting my shoulder. "Go see her, mate." He said one last time, getting up and walking out.

I sighed as I put her things away, grabbing my keys as I drove to her. It wasn't a very long drive, only about 5 minutes. I parked the car, staring at the big park in front of me. I was about to change my mind when I heard a soft voice call my name. "Lando?" They called, making me freeze in place. I slowly turned around, seeing y/n standing there in her pretty sundress. "y/n..." I trailed off, baffled to have actually ran into her. "How have you been?" She asked, coming closer to me. I was still a shocked to see her after all these years. Just as I was about to answer, an energetic boy came running up to us. "Mommy, look! Daddy found me a pretty rock!" He exclaimed out, jumping onto y/n.

I stared at the kid in her arms, her innocent smile looking at me. "Mommy?" I questioned and she nodded, chuckling softly. "Lando, this is Jack, my son. Jack, this is Lando, an...old friend of mommy's." She smiled at the kid, and he nodded, sticking his hand out towards me. I gently grabbed it, shaking it slightly. "Nice to meet you, sir." He said politely, and I smiled. "You as well." I said, and he giggled. His attention wasn't on us for that long, however, as he suddenly started calling out for someone else. "Daddy! This is mommy's old friend, Lando." He yelled, and y/n chuckled. "Oh, really? It's nice to meet you. I'm Chris, y/n's fiancé." He introduced, shaking my hand.

I looked at her when he said fiancé, and she slightly nodded. "Hon, can you take Jack to the car? I'll meet up with you guys in a bit." y/n asked, kissing her fiancé's cheek as he nodded, walking away with the kid. "So, that was great..." y/n chuckled awkwardly, playing with her hands. "So, you're getting married?" I asked, and she hummed. "Yes. We got engaged last year, and the wedding will be in a couple months hopefully." She said, and looked up at me. I was brought back to the day at the track, and I sighed heavily. "y/n, I am so sorry for what I did to you back then. You never deserved that. I am a horrible person for inflicting that kind of pain on you." I apologized sincerely.

She just smiled, shaking her head as she grabbed my hand. "Lando, I forgave you a long time ago. It's in the past, and we both need to move on from this. I am okay, and moved past this. It's time for you to let go of it to, and move on." She said softly, squeezing my hand. "I am willing to start over, if you are too." She said, and I looked up at her, nodding softly. "I don't deserve that, but I would like that very much." I said, and she smiled, taking her hand away. "Great. Hi, my name is y/n l/n, and it's a pleasure to meet you." She said, sticking her hand out. "I'm Lando Norris, and the pleasure is all mine." I said back, shaking her hand as we smiled at each other.

We were about to keep talking, but a loud yell brought us out of our conversation. "Mommy, come on! I'm hungry!" Jack yelled out from the car, Chris apologizing to us as he tried getting Jack back into the car. "Well, it looks like duty calls." I joked, and she laughed, turning back to me again. "So it does." She said, sighing softly. "I'm really glad I ran into you today." She said, coming forward and kissing my cheek softly. "I'll see you around, Lando Norris." She said, waving bye to me as she got in the car, it soon driving off into the distance. I stared at the vehicle until it disappeared around the corner, sighing softly.

Forgiveness Is The Best Form Of Love. It Takes A Strong Person To Say Sorry And Mean It, And An Even Stronger Person To Forgive Them