#jabbers wild world

[queenbeeibee]

@jabbers-wild-world - semi-plotted starter for ALASTOR!

This was going to be the greatest prank Beelzebub had ever done. The Sin was practically bouncing in excitement, checking her appearance over one final time in the mirror, scrutinizing the entire look. "What'cha think, Jackson? Is Charlie gonna be surprised or what?"

"I'm certain the Princess will be very shocked, Your Highness. Perhaps a bit too much. Are you sure you won't reconsider-?"

Bee turned on her heels, the black dress she wore flaring out around her hips as she looked up at her friend, a frown pulling down her lips. "No, I won't. Charlie hasn't seen me like this in forever, she's gonna flip when she realizes who I am! That's what'll make this such a great gag. Besides..." She raised a hand, carefully placing it over her face, "I don't get to look like this every day. So please, please don't ask me to reconsider. Okay?"

The old Wolfhound looked at his Queen for a long moment before huffing out a sigh. "Very well. Are you ready to depart, then?"

"Yep! My coat's already in the car. It's time to head up to the Hazbin Hotel." She grinned manically, turning to look over her shoulder at the human girl reflected in the mirror. "They aren't gonna know what hit 'em."

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The doors to the Hazbin Hotel loomed in front of Beelzebub as she walked up the steps, feeling far taller than they actually were. She could barely keep herself from bouncing again as she grabbed the door knocker, lifting it up and bringing it down twice, two hard BANGS! Definitely enough to get someone's attention inside. She grinned, pushing a lock of her fluorescing hair back from her face, before schooling her expression into some sort of neutrality. She expected Charlie would be the one to open the door, as she'd been most other times Bee had come to visit, would be confused to see a human before her, and then Bee would laugh and turn back into her normal self. A silly little prank that might garner a giggle or two from the Princess, before they went inside to discuss more serious matters. It was practically fool proof.

"C'moooooon, Charlie... open the door..."

[worldclassmenageriie-moved]

@jabbers-wild-world from here

"I'm not looking for trouble---just sniffing out any leftovers to carry home." She gave Mkali his space, knowing if he ran off she was in no state to chase and prevent him from telling on her. The burns from the pride rock fire were well on their way to being healed but she was still slow until then. A slow, lone spottie with no allies or friends since being separated from her birth clan. Now a queen with territory, but no clan.

"I'm alone, if you're concerned." She shifted to turn over a nearby stone just out of curiosity. Finding a millipede to pester underneath. She didn't hurt it---just...annoying it. "Didnt think there was any nocturnal animals back this way"

Aka she thought she could go about her business without running into any pridelanders.

[tohexwithit]

@jabbers-wild-world

"Oh, you must be the boy that Flapjack likes." The Bat Queen peered Hunter over. "I do hope you understand what that means."

[lookingforroleplayers]

Sending a biiig bucket of love over to the wonderful @jabbers-wild-world! I know we don't see you much, but i for one always find it a pleasant surprise to see you on my dashboard ! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

[sabers-and-other-ocs]

@jabbers-wild-world from

"I would say it is more of an observation, but I guess I could have been more tactful about how I said it. Would you rather no one say anything and you go out looking like a mess?" Violet asked.

"You sick? Or perhaps," the lowered their tone, "something isn't healing super well and getting infected?"

They knew that wounds from angels could last a while on demons if not treated right, Violet could only guess that the same could be said for sinners as well though who knows? Maybe sinners could get sick too.

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

He was seconds away, mere seconds from tearing James to bloody pieces, but the moment the sounds of barking and howling canines filled the air, Alastor froze stiff as a deer caught in a hunter’s sights. And then— the bullet, several guns had been fired but one struck the mark, burying itself deep in the demon’s already open wound. The air shook with the wild shriek of an elk, and screeching radio interference, before he rapidly shrunk back to his usual form, stumbling back with a hand to his chest.

His ears were flat against his head, but there was no more anger in his gaze now. Instead, there was a clear panic held in his crimson eyes. He was caught in the grip of some horrendous flashback, some lingering trauma he’d normally kept buried deep beneath the surface. One last look at James, their eyes meeting for only a moment, before he sharply turned and fled the room, a flash of white briefly revealed beneath his coat, his tail held high just the same as a fleeing whitetail deer.

He hadn’t even bothered to try to use the shadows in his escape, his mind was too frazzled and panicked. Instead, he’d simply taken his chance to run, careening briefly into a wall before he was gone, dragging himself down the hall and disappearing into his own bedroom. And he wouldn’t be leaving his room anytime soon now, hiding away to nurse his wound. James had won this round.. but his victory wouldn’t last once Alastor had recovered himself, that was for certain.

The poodle demon watched the radio demon's sudden shift in demeanor after the barrage of the shadowy crew , causing Alastor to turn tail and run instead.

"On his heels men!" snapped the captain , sicking the pack of ebony shadow dogs after the deer with his frightened little deer tail until he was completely out of the room.

Only then did the shadows disperse and the strong visage of the stoic admiral dropped. Sore, he headed right for the bar!

Alastor hummed softly to himself, his hands busy with something still hidden from view. It was a moment of serenity, a private moment in his room with his back to the door, and yet..

“Is there something you needed from me? I was having a private moment.” His hands hadn’t stopped moving, still tending to whatever it was, and he hadn’t turned to face whoever stood in the doorway, but he knew he wasn’t alone anymore.

[olliesmultimuse]

@jabbers-wild-world || continued from here

Vaggie was out somewhere else and her father, Lucifer, was doing some important things in which she couldn't bother them with this sort of serious situation. A deep, shaky inhale then an exhale, she looks up to Alastor. "I didn't know who else to go to...Angel will freak, Husk will probably get more threatening and somehow worried--s-so I came to you." She explains anxiously as her eyebrows furrowed together worriedly.

"Alastor, just...promise me you won't freak out.” Charlie slowly carefully lets go of the side of her stomach, her shirt being torn up. It looks like somebody had scratched her deeply. “It sort…of hurts? It burns? I-…I don’t know…I tried everything I could think of but I’m making it worse!”

[musemelodies]

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not sure how unpopular this is, but cottage cheese with pineapple is the bomb. honestly, throw pineapple in anything and i'll most likely eat it. (yes, even pizza.) ✌️

[lumitycanon]

“You don’t have to apologize. It’s not that big a deal.” (From Hunter to Luz)

[🐍]: "No. Hunter. . . . She paused. . . "Don't do that. Please. Not to me... I don't want to act like it was not a big deal. When it is. I made a mistake... I'm sure you know all about them by now..."

That was not a rude jab at him. She meant that. Lately, Luz felt as if she could trust previously closed off former guard with anything these days. She felt careless and stupid! She should not have brought up the natural phenomenon going out outside. -An Eclipse. Nice one Luz! Oh my gosh! I screwed up again-!" Luz scolded herself in her head. Eclipses were just different for her as a human she'd never had anything bad happen to her witnessing one. Which in itself was Selfish! How could she have forgotten about the traumatic experience they all went through?

"I shouldn't've even had brought it up. It was carless towards all of you. You especially."

[trainerseyes]

"Pokemon, duh!" Nemona didn't seem to catch that it wasn't obvious. "I'm not gonna get into a fistfight in front of all these people!"

"Hey, you wanna fight?"

[trollamulet]

“Maybe I’m broken. Maybe I’m wrong.” (from Douxie)

jim paused, listening to the pain in his friend's voice. he shook his head.

"no - doux, you're not wrong, no." jim started, reaching out to gently pull at his friend's shoulder. "you're not broken, because i'd be broken. you're so right, you're so strong."

it's a little awkward when jim's hit a bit of a growth spurt since his return to flesh and bone with the absence of metal & rock skin. but he'll hold onto his friend until he feels better. "y'know, without you and claire, i wouldn't be standing here, so i think that it's something to prove you're not broken, 'cause i don't think claire would have had the skill or strength to pull me back without your help."

[lilmcttens]

@jabbers-wild-world

"Hunter!!! You and all your online pals are done for!!"

[ckret2]

Ages ago I made a post about what Ford thinks about Bill (in a billford context), and I've had an infodump on what Bill thinks about Ford floating on discord for months, and an ask finally prompted me to post it, so here ya go:

If asked why he likes Ford, Bill himself claims that Ford overthinks everything, but in such fun, interesting ways, and Bill likes the way Ford thinks about things.

But really, Bill overthinks everything too; it's just he overthinks social things. He's always calculating how to persuade, control, manipulate people. He never has a conversation that isn't a chess game, it's exhausting and he won't even admit it's exhausting. When's the last time his top priorities weren't either "how do I convince some sucker to make a portal" or "ugggh I'm so SICK of the PORTAL I'm gonna THROW A PARTY and NOT THINK AT ALL"

Whereas Ford is guy who'd hear someone say something incorrect and bluntly go "no you're wrong" and accidentally offend the hell out of them because he's SO excited to share this fantastic information they don't know. The social world DOES NOT EXIST for him until he's reminded of it.

And so he's free to turn all his brainpower instead to. Like. The environmental impact of barf fairies on fern fertilizer or whatever.

Bill knows Everything™ but he's gotten tired of doing anything with that knowledge. They're all discrete points of information to him. He doesn't have time to muse over things, he's got an inventor to manipulate at 11pm and then a party to get to at midnight. He's never once in his life thought about the impact of barf fairies on the local flora. But he does happen to know the plants in that part of the woods are more acid-resistant and wow is that why???? He's never even thought to think about that before. Thousand year mystery that Bill didn't even notice has been solved.

(On the other hand "Ford doesn't think to think about the intricacies of social interaction" is also part of what makes him so easy to manipulate, he's so much more inclined to just accept at face value a friendly offer of assistance on a big academic project. Sure Bill's helping for the sake of scientific advancement in and of itself, why wouldn't he?)

Bill wants to just, fling random facts at Ford and see if he can think up connections between them. Go nerd boy go nerd boy go

"... So there you have it Ford, that's the problem you'll have to overcome with adapting alien machinery to human fuel sources, now I wanna hear YOUR thoughts on how to overcome that problem." "Well—" talks in an uninterrupted stream that by thirty minutes in has drifted over to the history of kerosene production, which he read an interesting book about between semesters in college— "... I've gotten off topic, haven't I?" "No no, I think you're on to something. This is how brainstorming works, free association of concepts. Keep going."

Ford in the morning: "... oh no I didn't let my muse get a word in edgewise for the rest of the dream, i didn't bore him did I?" Bill: "damn, I never noticed the patent process for hurricane lamps was so contentious. There's little dramas everywhere"

When things are going well, their relationship is,

Ford: "I just wanna hear Bill teach me things about the multiverse forever."

Bill: "I just wanna hear Ford think deeply on any topic that crosses his mind forever."

Both of them when they're in peak harmony: excitedly jabbering at each other at 200 words per minute about the stupidest topic you've ever heard, but you'd need a phd in at least two fields to comprehend it

That's love!!!

Ford, having historically been socially shamed: "... am I being weird?"

Bill: "💕❤️💓yeah❣️💖❤️‍🔥"

Sometimes I think about Bill watching Ford in his sleep and being in awe at this human-shaped genius: you with your beautiful electric mind, packed into this soft flawed uneven body. one would never know it from the outside—but you're in there. This genius with a mind like a galaxy. ... and he's like, growing hair and stuff. wild.

[feroluce]

For me, as much as I adore the theme of travel companions, henghill is more of a "someday" thing in that regard. I love Boothill being a weird loner Galaxy Ranger rather than a Nameless- man is undomesticated and belongs sleeping in the cargo holds of supply ships, threatening silence out of anyone that tries to report him. Let him be wild and free!!

I would LOVE it if Boothill just hitched a short ride off Asdana to whatever the Express' next destination is, though!

Like maybe the Express decides to stick around Penacony for a while, the same way they do other destinations, and Boothill is there anyway to investigate Oswaldo Schneider. It's rare to find a planet where the IPC is present, but doesn't actually have a lot of power; he can't pass this opportunity up!

And in that time, he sees a lot of Dan Heng.

Boothill gets text messages asking him to the quieter parts of the Dreamscape (he threatened and made a scene - it's called standing up for your rights, Dan Heng was given a room with a Dreampool by The Family for helping root out The Order) or mostly to the Express, where Dan Heng curiously asks him about Paths, about aeons and Emanators, The Rangers, all the worlds he's seen and places he's been.

Boothill isn't really surprised the first time they spend an entire night talking and discussing- after all, they'd chattered a lot that first day they met at the bar in the Reverie! But in talking so much, of course the topic of home comes up.

Dan Heng asks about Boothill’s homeworld.

Boothill tells Dan Heng it's gone now, and changes the subject.

Boothill asks about Dan Heng's past, before the Astral Express and the Nameless.

Dan Heng freezes up and closes off, and changes the subject.

In yet another moment of tacit understanding, neither of them ask again.

But this continues, all throughout their stint in Penacony, finding each other and seeking the other out for no reason other than good company. Dan Heng adds ridiculous amounts of data to the archives that Boothill dictates to him. They both know he could get that information elsewhere if he really wanted. Boothill finds he's kinda happy he doesn't.

And Boothill is someone who's hard to keep up with. He knows he is, and he has no problem with it. It's part of what makes him excel as a Galaxy Ranger. But there's something fun about how Dan Heng just rolls with it, and so effortlessly! Boothill finds something shady going on, grabs a guy who was preying on people, and has this dude held up by the collar with his feet swinging while he cackles right in his face, when Dan Heng shows up.

Boothill says they're just having a friendly chat. He makes zero effort to hide what he's actually doing. Boothill's new friend pleads for Dan Heng to help him, please! This guy's crazy!

Dan Heng materializes his spear.

The guy apologizes even harder, tells them he won't do anything shady ever again, promise, promise! Boothill's jabbers at him and shakes him around some more before Dan Heng taps the pole of his spear against the covered metal of Boothill's leg and tells him come on, he's already scared the man witless, they have a date to keep. Boothill drops the guy and watches him scurry off like a cockroach.

"So, now it's a date, huh?"

"...Come on, let's go."

They go to the Dreamflux Reef after that, because Boothill just so happened to totally by coincidence find that shady guy's wallet (read: robbed him blind) and he wants that money to go back to the native Penaconians before anyone else. Dan Heng follows, and stuffs all of the man's credits into the tip jar of the bar they go to.

And even when the Express embarks anew from Asdana (with Boothill hidden away in some corner or compartment, because the IPC finally got pissed enough to start looking for him under The Family's noses skzikske) this continues. The next planet is difficult to get to because of Stellaron activity; so they have to fly manually part of the way instead of warping. Boothill doesn't get his own room since he's only hitching a ride, but Pom-Pom graciously allows him to sleep on a couch-

("Thank ya, Fluffy. No hard feelings about before, right?" "You're lucky my other passengers like you. And no shoes on the couches!!")

-in one of the cars. And it becomes normal commonplace to find Boothill telling stories, and Dan Heng rapidly writing them all down, at obscene hours in the parlor car while Himeko and Welt ask if either of them even slept.

Boothill teaches Dan Heng all about his favorite drinks and liquor in general, how to aim and shoot a gun, how to hunt and track prey. Dan Heng teaches Boothill about a lot of the teachings of Lan and The Hunt from the Xianzhou, what it's like there, some of the culture, some of the fables and old tales.

Boothill still leaves when it's time to go. He's still got things to do and people to kill, after all.

But it never feels like he's very far. The archives are full of him, even if he's never mentioned by name. The article on the Galaxy Rangers is several times longer than it was before. There's new data on multiple planets and worlds.

There's one that's still just a header and title. Boothill doesn't know about it yet. Dan Heng hopes he can fill the page on Aeragan-Epharshel someday and show it to him.

And even if he doesn't stay, he does return. Boothill breaks in stops by any time he happens to be nearby. He's used to traveling without much rest, and only takes what he can easily carry on him- nothing that can slow him down or hinder him. He can't put a bullet between Oswaldo Schneider's eyes if he gets himself killed over something as stupid as being weighed down in a fight, after all.

Dan Heng is similarly sparse. He still sleeps in the archives, with nothing but his futon and old suitcase to mark the space as his.

But there's an old wooden guitar carefully propped in the corner, just waiting for its owner's return.

[overly-dramatic-artist]

On the Horizon - prologue

Hello friends! As per the voice of the people, the Wild West au is being written into a fic! I’m still building the world and some plot details, but here is a small little appetizer of a prologue! Thank you for all of the love and enthusiasm that you have shared with me about this au!

The memories of this town remain, like the grains of desert sand caught in the folds of leather boots and saddles. Nothing truly leaves this place. The plant may be plucked, but the roots that get ripped by the stubborn ground are trapped, not unlike the years spent in innocence under the scorching sun and surrounded by the unforgiving mountain range.

You pull on the reign, effectively halting the steed hauling your small wagon you sit upon, as you see the more defined structures of Aurora Springs come into view against the glowing sunlight that sinks lower against the purple mountains. There’s an ache in your chest, a tightness in your lungs as you breathe in the dry air, remnants of your past rushing forward like a dust storm, unyielding as the laughter of childhood wonder and honeyed words of your mother embrace your subconscious.

Her final letter sits in the tight space between your chemise and vest, over your heart and folded just as it had remained for the past 6 years.

And on the opposite side against your hip is your father’s holster and pistol, tucked discreetly into a deep pocket of your skirt.

A letter of love. An object of protection.

The only pieces you had left of your parents that had driven you to abandon the notion of mercy.

You had become a product of this desert, unrelenting and unforgiving.

………..

Some things in life never change. The out of tune piano across the bar. The shattered glass window that has been long since in need of repair. The suede leather chaps Sun had worn for years. The casual look of disdain on his lunar counterpart’s face as patrons yap and jabber. And of course, the unfounded and quite frankly stupid belief of man that this time for sure he will win.

With a round of loud groans and laughs, Sun collects his winnings from the table, much to the anger of the drunk man who had refused to fold before losing everything.

“So sorry, gentlemen, looks like I win again,” the sunny automaton says, the faux-sympathy of his synthetic voice further riling his red-faced opponents.

The man with the heavily oiled mustache and britches two sizes too short frowns, spits at the floor and stands with a screech from his chair.

“You been counting the cards! Ain’t right for a cheater to win.”

“Come now, good sir, I renounce rule-breaking. If you truly thought me a cheat, you shouldn’t have played the game.” Sun tilts his grin towards the man before slowly standing to his impressive height, one hand cradling over the grip of the pistol in his leather holster. “But I suppose we could always settle this like proper men…?”

The glint of the low bar-lighting on the silver gun that hits the angered man’s eye is enough of an answer, and the loser leaves in a huff, stomping away from the table.

Not long after settling all bets and debts, the lunar and solar automatons leave, saddling up their horses roped in the stalls.

”No need wasting a gunshot for the sake of petty cash,” the dark one says, his red eyes reflecting on the black rim of his hat, stomping the last embers of his cigar into the ground.

“You of all should know I don’t take well to being called something so despicable as a cheater,” Sun playfully shoots back. “Besides, I could get a couple rounds more with what I won.”

Moon clicks his teeth at his partner, adjusting the rifle slung over his back before signaling with the reins for Astraea to start moving. The horse brays, leading Calliope to follow.

As usual, the lunar bot remains silent for the ride through town, keeping his gaze forward. Sun was good at filling the silence, or at the very least, making the pair seem slightly less intimidating to onlookers. Their line of work came with that deadly connotation, and they lived up to their titles, but a bit of charm and camaraderie was useful for keeping the townsfolk in good favor. A nod to the miners coming back from the canyons, a wink at the courtesans on the corner.

Passing one of the bulletin boards by town hall, Moon pulls the reins to a halt with a hum. Sun looks where his partner is fixing his eyes, an identical smile pulling his lips. On the rotting wood bulletin is a newly pinned poster. A wanted poster. With an intriguingly high priced bounty wanted alive.

“I was looking forward to a weekend fixing that fence in the east pasture…” Sun says, pulling the poster down, letting his fingers trace over the details of the pretty face printed in ink, “…but I can’t pass up such an offer.”

His lunar lover laughs with a shake of his head.

“Does it say where they last were?”

“Stormridge, headed west.” Sun passes the paper to Moon. “Could already be here in town.”

The red-eyed bot hums, pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket and lighting it with the exposed wire on his wrist with a hiss. He lets his systems take in the smoke, the tarry buildup caressing the roughness within his casing. With an artificial exhale, he looks back at his partner.

“I suppose we should go get those rounds then.”

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Ahhhhhhhh!!! I hope that is enticing and intriguing for a beginning!

And for anyone who hasn’t seen this au before, here are some of my sketches for it 💖

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

The little Overlord flinched back ever so slightly as he was snapped at, his ears flicking back a bit in fear. He recovered himself fairly quickly, however, puffing out his chest as he stood his ground.

“Oh, no. I don’t think I will be returning this.” His small antlers grew just a touch as his own annoyance began to build. This man had no idea who he was dealing with, and Alastor was going to have to teach him. “See, I can’t help but feel some disrespect happening here, and.. you see.. I don’t take kindly to being disrespected.” The shadows twisted and warped around them now, his head canted to one side as the room darkened, his eyes turned to glowing crimson radio dials.

If not for such floppy ears, James would have flattened as well as the white sinner growled at the young radio demon. " Respect is to be earned, it's not freely given to anyone let alone a child! And you are making a rather POOR effort in securing any of MINE. Now give it HERE! "

He makes a grab once more as the room darkens and those eyes turn to radio dials. his own eyes were glowing a vibrant green in the dark. Matching the green pairs of eyes that would inevitably open within that inky darkness if the kid continued to act threatening toward him.

@ashortdropandasuddenstop | The Littlest Overlord

A new day, and a new guest. This one rubbed Alastor wrong from the first moment he saw him, not that he could entirely place his finger on why. Ears pressed flat back, he eyed the canine-formed sinner warily for a minute or two from around a hall corner, before he took his chance to step through the shadows and appeared directly behind him instead.

“Miss Charlie may be allowing you to stay here now, but don’t think that means you’re not being watched.”