#judge angels is the favorite kid

[limmysky]

Judge angels for you all

[imsuperhungry]

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ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ "ᵗᵒᵒ ˡᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ, ᵍᵒᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵈˡᵒᶜᵏ" ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

001

"Yesss, work it, Daisuke!" you squeal, dissolving into giggles. Daisuke, draped in his older sister's shimmering prom dress, gleams under the soft glow of his bedroom light, the sequins catching every flicker like little stars in a galaxy. You insisted that, if he truly wanted to claim "baddie" status—his words, not yours—he had to accessorize with the pearl earrings and matching bracelets his sister had left behind. They were practically a requirement, after all.

He strutted across the room, attempting his best catwalk, striking poses like he was a Victoria's Secret Angel. This felt like his new identity, and not the loser 19 year old who begged you to play apex trios with him.

"My catwalk's flawless, huh?" he says, kicking one leg in front of the other with exaggerated flair, dramatically swaying his hips like someone fresh out of a questionable hip surgery rather than Shalom Harlow. As he struts toward the mirror, he pretends to wipe away an imaginary smudge of lipstick, then bites his lip and squints his eyes, critically evaluating his reflection like a true fashionista—or so he’d like to think.

"Hell yes," you reply, though hell no is what you really want to say. A soft, stifled giggle escapes you, lingering for a moment before you shake your head at his utterly ridiculous antics. With a small sigh, you turn your attention back to the glowing TV screen in front of you.

It played a Pokémon card unboxing video, something Daisuke had begged you to watch with him. He was such a geek about it—not that you could judge, considering you were just as bad. Maybe that shared nerdy enthusiasm was why the two of you had stayed inseparable ever since you were five.

You remember the day you met him like it was yesterday, a memory so sweet it still warms your heart. He walked past you in kindergarten, proudly wearing a Sonic shirt that immediately caught your eye. There was something magnetic about him—his pure, unassuming aura had a way of drawing people in, making them either wish to be him or to be near him. You remember the moment you saw it—you thought, oh, hell yeah. That Sonic shirt sealed the deal; you just *had* to be his friend.

You’d walked over to where he was sitting at lunch and complimented his shirt. His face lit up instantly, and he grinned wide, proudly showing off the gap where his left front tooth used to be. That grin of his had a way of making you feel a little less out of place in the chaotic, noisy cafeteria.

Without saying much, the two of you quietly ate lunch together, a comfortable silence settling between you. Occasionally, he’d share some of the chankonabe his mom had lovingly packed in his matching Sonic lunchbox, a gesture that felt like the beginning of something special. When lunch ended, you naturally gravitated toward each other, making your way to music class. That is, until chaos erupted behind you—a piercing scream announcing that some poor kid had just shit his pants and was now throwing a full-blown tantrum.

Well, maybe the memory wasn't that sweet after all. 

But look at you now! His mom knows everything about you—your name, your age, your birthday, your favorite color, and even the exact face you made that one time you accidentally ate a Tide Pod when you were six and left unsupervised in the kitchen. She'd probably recount that day with a laugh if she ever wanted to embarrass you, but instead, she just treated you like family, as if you’d always been a part of their world.

You'd spent so much time at his house that one Christmas, his parents surprised you with a bed in Daisuke's room. No more cramming yourself onto the couch when you stayed over. It had become your room too, in a way—a space where you felt just as at home as he did, where the lines between friendship and family blurred into something comfortable and familiar.

Speaking of parents, as Daisuke struck poses like the diva he was in front of the mirror, you half-watched a Pokémon card pull, trying to decide if it was worth your time. His mom walked in, practically glowing with excitement, her infectious enthusiasm filling the room. But that grin faded fast when she looked up from closing the door and saw her grown son standing there in a big, sparkly pink dress.

You couldn't help but cackle as Daisuke turned to face his mom upon hearing the door open. His expression was pure humiliation, like he had just been caught doing something way worse than wearing a sparkly pink dress. Meanwhile, his mom looked like she had just received the devastating news that her dreams of ever having grandchildren had been shattered. Her face froze in shock, and you could practically see her soul leave her body. For a brief moment, you almost felt bad for him—but that feeling vanished as soon as you saw the look on his face. 

"Mom... I swear, I just w—" Daisuke started, but his words were quickly cut off as his mom raised a hand, a silent plea for him to just stop. Her eyes closed for a moment, taking a deep breath as if she were preparing herself for something far worse than this.

For a few minutes, she stood there, her gaze fixed on the ground, as if she were trying to hold back tears. Daisuke shot you a glare, but you couldn’t help the silent chuckles escaping from you as you lay on his bed. The tension was thick in the air, and after what felt like an eternity, she finally let out a deep sigh. Slowly, she raised her head, her smile returning—but it was strained, the edges of her lips twitching as if it were taking all her strength to keep it in place.

"So, I remembered the conversation we had the other night, Daisuke," she began, her voice light and almost teasing now, as if the earlier tension had slipped away. "And I remember how you said you wanted to start making your own money." She paused, her eyes sparkling with excitement, a hint of pride in her expression. "Well, for the past few days, I've been looking, and guess what? I found you a job!"

Daisuke's face lit up instantly, his excitement bubbling over, though it was clear he hadn’t quite grasped the reality of the situation. His mind immediately jumped to the one thing he could already picture: finally buying all those skibidi toilet t-shirts he'd been eyeing for ages. He’d begged both of his parents for months, but neither of them had even bothered to humor him.

"You're going to space!" she exclaimed, her excitement practically bubbling over, as if she were announcing the most thrilling news in the world. But Daisuke's smile faltered almost immediately, his enthusiasm evaporating the second he processed her words. His mind struggled to grasp the meaning behind them, and his face twisted in confusion.

You couldn't help but snicker at his stunned expression. He looked like someone had just told him his favorite anime was being turned into a live-action film by the worst studio imaginable. There was still some humor in it, but it was the kind that felt wrong—like laughing at a joke that wasn’t funny anymore, but you couldn’t help yourself.

"...What?" was all he managed to say, his voice barely more than a whisper. He didn’t even acknowledge your laughter, too caught up in trying to process what his mom had just said. His mind was clearly short-circuiting, and you could practically see the gears grinding in his head as he tried to make sense of it.

"Yup!" she chirped, turning to you with a grin. "You too, honey! Your mom and I talked about it, and we thought this would be the best option for you!" Suddenly, all humor drained from your face, replaced by a growing sense of disbelief. 

"Yeah, it's not so funny now, is it?!" Daisuke teased, flashing a grin in your direction. You rolled your eyes, still trying to wrap your head around it. Okay, maybe it was *a little* funny—but only a little. The idea of spending three months in space, of all places, seemed absurd, and yet here you were, with no say in the matter.

"Well, your guys' shifts start next week, so get to packing! It's going to be three months, I think!" she said with a wink before shutting the door behind her. You and Daisuke just stared at each other in stunned silence for a moment, both of you processing the absurdity of it all. Then, Daisuke groaned, slumping against the wall with a heavy sigh. Three months in space... and neither of you had any idea how to feel about it yet.

[lunarluvbot]

saturday sun

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pairing : percy jackson x fem!reader

summary : a little surprise percy springs on you turns out to be one of the best afternoons at camp. or maybe that's just because you're with him?

requested : yes / no

willow's whispers : first pjo writing cause everything i see is for luke so if you want something done right you gotta do it yourself !! also im pretty sure this can be read for any godly parent. based on the song saturday sun by vance joy. I WROTE THIS IN ONE SITTING SO YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO JUDGE HOW BAD OR SHORT IT IS. I'm building up for my big fics.

warnings : literally nothing this is the most boring fic ever

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"Where are we going?" You laughed, blindly following Percy as he helped you over a fallen log.

"Oh, just somewhere you'll love," He said, and winked. "At least I hope you do. Anyways, c'mon!"

The pair of you marched through the woods of the camp, laughing, talking, teasing, and enjoying moments of silence. The sun blinked lazily between branches of giant pine trees as if Apollo was comfortably stretching out on his throne.

"Here, stop here." Percy turned to you and gave you that smile that made you fall in love a little more every time you saw it. If that was even possible. "There's a pathway over here, be careful 'cause there's a lotta rocks over here."

You followed him once again, down a narrow sloping hill and arrived on a shoreline. A small oasis even. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, moss grew over everything, the grass was bright and stood tall as if no one's footsteps had ever crushed them down yet. Waves gently lapped the rocks and few shells scattered across the ground.

"Wow," You breathed, almost as if your normal volume would disturb this angelic peace. "When did you find this, Perce?"

Percy, who was flattening the weeds to sit on, looked up. "Huh? Oh, two days ago. During capture the flag. Then I came back yesterday to make sure some monster didn't live here and now I'm showing it to you," He finished setting up his bed that would make any Demeter kid cringe. "C'mere," Percy motioned for you to lay next to him.

You smiled and made your way over to him, easing yourself down on his patch of grass. The two of you were on your stomachs, watching the water swirl into memorizing, glittering, patterns. A sweet silence filled the air.

But the water wasn't what Percy was interested in. He just kept his eyes on you, admiring the way your face lit up when you heard your favorite bird call. The way your eyes seemed to shine in the golden god's light. The smooth curve of your lips that twitched when you smiled.

You met his eyes, the sea-green hue a painting of where the sky and the sea meet.

"Do I have something on my face?" You asked, lightly teasing him to pretend you weren't about to do the same staring as he was doing now.

Percy's eyes glinted and the wisps of his hair caught the sunlight perfectly. "No, you're just the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Art's gotta be appreciated right?"

"I guess but shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"Aw hey, quit stealing my line!" He said, poking your stomach. A giggle escaped you, one Percy knew he would fight any number of monsters to hear again.

"It's not your line! Where's your copyright claim?"

Instead of answering right away, Percy wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. He tucked a fly-away strand of hair out of your face and pressed his lips gently to yours. It felt like the first breath of spring, when the flowers peek from their earthly shield and remind the world that only precious things take time.

"It's right here."

And he kisses you again.

[doomedmoth]

Not fast, just furious

Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings : use of y/n, smau, unhinged behavior, alcohol and cigarettes consumption, kys joke, suggestive texts, chaotic fluff, grumpy x sunshine, lando getting bullied

Synopsis : During his winter break in Australia, Daniel meets a barmaid with a big heart and a bigger mouth. When she starts following him during the races, fans are a bit unsure of how to deal with her unhinged behavior and total lack of media training. Daniel loves it.

Moth’s prophecy💡: Hi friends ! Pls be kind, it’s my first attempt at a smau and I’m on mobile, so the formatting might be weird. Also sorry if your name is Malva, it was the first one that came to mind lol.

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wagupdates New wag alert ?? Daniel Ricciardo has now been seen a few times with an unknown woman around Melbourne and Perth during his winter break. At first thought to be a childhood friend, sources say they met at the bar where the young woman is working, and they have been getting quite cozy 👀 What do you think ??? 📸 via Australian celebrity press

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danyfanclub she looks cuuuute

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melbournemirage sometimes we can still hear her voice… 💔

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yourbff damn girl, money suits you well 😍

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maxverstappen1 as if I was not offering after every race…

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fucking finally, so looooong

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melbournemirage we were so happy to have you back, even for just a night ! Soon a #speeddating night at the Melbourne Mirage everyone ? 👀

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[nanivinsmoke]

✿ sit on it

crowley x hunter!femreader

smut 18+, riding degradation and creampies

note: don’t judge me, im horny and I want him to spank me. wc: 932

you hated demons, there was no other way around it. you despised them like every other hunter, wished you could get rid of each and every one of them, including the king. but, you LOVED his dick.

you knew you shouldn’t have let it come to this. if sam or dean ever found out about what you were doing in the dungeon with their demonic hostage, they’d kill you. but, you couldn’t stop yourself. it was like you were obsessed.

dean and sam were out looking for cass and kevin was locked in his room, trying to decipher the angel tablet; which left you on babysitting duty. the very first day you kept on eye on crowley, ended up with his dick lodged in your throat—his kids pouring down it. however, today was different. you were struggling to take his cock.

the king of hell was huge, splitting your walls open with each bounce you made; bullying himself inside. the difference between your mouth and your puffy cunt was clear—he felt much better wrapped around your gummy walls than your mouth—although you loved both.

his chains clanged with movement you made and his dark irises were glued to your fucked out face, enjoy as you could barely take his girth. your hair was sweated out and sticking to your face, while your tits jumped behind your t-shirt—mimicking your slutty hoping. a whine left your mouth while you slowed down your pace, making crowley chuckle.

“what I thought you could take it?” you rolled your eyes, gripping on the soft fabric of his blazer, slowing your pace and grinding your hips into his clothed one. “ ‘s too—mhm—big.”

he chuckled again, smirking to himself at the sight playing out in front of him. a hunter slowly losing herself on the king of hell’s dick. “what would sam and dean think if they saw their best friend, stuffed full of the king of hell’s cock. hm?” you whimpered and your cunt fluttered, making crowley’s eyes widened.

“did you just get off on the thought of getting caught by them? you might be my favorite whore,” there it was again, that feeling flowing through you. you clenched down on him once more, earning a low growl from his lips. it was such a turn on for you, hearing him degrade you—making you feel like a slut. it was enough fuel to make you start bouncing on his cock all over again.

“sh-shut u-u-upp” you breathed out, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, his cologne invading your nose; making your head swell. everything about this man was driving you further away from your initial thoughts about him. your cunt was thinking for you rather than your mind, you craved him.

crowley was starting to lose himself, the feeling of your walls sucking him tightly like you were trying to milk for all his worth was driving him crazy. and it didn’t help the lewd noises your cunt decided to make. the squelching along with your sweet moans, drove him mad. he tried to reach up and grab your hips, but the demon trapped handcuffed prevented from him doing so.

he groaned loudly, rutting his hips up into you making sweet mewls leave your lips, anger slowly pooling inside of him. he wanted nothing more to be freed from his restraints so he could fuck you stupid on this chair, but until that time comes he would have to suffice with you fucking yourself dumb on his cock.

“ohh fuckkk, you’re so deep. ‘m gonna cum so hard,” you moaned into his ear, your pace increasing by the moment; earning a low moan from him. you leaned back and connected eyes with him, letting him see you come undone on his fat cock. “such a good little whore. go ahead, cum for daddy.”

you whined and continued to bounce on him. your walls moving sporadically while a white film of your juices coated on his cock, each time you filled your self up. it only took a few more bounce for you to finally let go, clamping down hard on him as you creamed all over him; making him cum along with you. crowley groaned, his eyes fluttering about as you milked him dry—seed pooling inside of you.

you pulled him close by his chin and smashed your lips onto his, breaking your number one rule. no kissing. his lips were addicting and you could taste the faint flavor of his favorite drink, making you feel dizzy. you rolled your hips into his, still sensitive from your orgasm, earning a whine from him; making you smile. you raised your hips, making him pop out of you and ropes of his cum to spill out, before you plugged it up with your panties.

“sam and dean should be coming back,” you reminded him, fixing yourself and stuffing his semi-hard cock back into his pants, making him wince. and almost like it was on queue, you could hear the two brother’s call out for you.

you turned to leave, allowing him to get a glimpse of your ass, until he called out for you. “am i finally going to stretch my legs? i can please you better if i wasn’t in a houdini act.”

you turned and flashed him a smile, “I’ll think about it.”

not.

[dollivication]

oh dollyyyy

How do u think the dmc + leon (or js one, or an additional carlos if you're feeling spicy) would behave if their darling was hyperfeminine

bc i just KNOW Dante would be feral if ur makeup was almost always done, wearing pretty clean clothes and having a bow in ur hair more often than not

cwacked my knuckles 4 this 1 this specific ask made my pupils dilate sow…. MWAH thnak yew for asking this teehee :3 part 1!!!

nsfw for dante and slight nsfw 4 nero…. gulp….

DANTE SPARDA!

.he would be ALL for a hyperfeminine darling. encourages it even! he’d probably even ask trish to take you out shopping so you can come back looking flashier than ever >:3 whatever makes his baby happy!

.and you’re so right about that!!! he’s aware that you don’t really do it for him, but the monkey brain inside his head tends to tell him that it is. you just look so pretty with your makeup all done, surely you had him in mind while adjusting into your cute little outfits?

.he’s SUPER touchy, so if you really care about your clean appearance, stay away from dante. he WILL start to play with any ribbons he sees, be it on your hair or clothing—often causing them to undo and god knows that this idiot has no fucking clue how to re-tie them. rushes off before you can even say a word to him. ugh..

.and he just can’t help being dirty to you when you look like a living doll! :( yucky thoughts FUEL him. he’ll see a pattern in your clothing; cutesy, pastel, pink… and he will immediately think about if your panties are matching the whole thing you’ve got going on outside.

.he’ll try sneaking his hands under the dresses and skirts you wear, try and flip the fabric up to confirm his suspicions. even if you’re whining loudly about how gross he’s being, all that he can think about are your adorable frilly panties!!! i fear he would try to fuck you in whatever you’re wearing… (＞人＜;)

VERGIL SPARDA!

.i don’t think he would care much! it’s not his business how you choose to dress, and if that’s how you express yourself, who is he to judge? plus, you look damn well good while doing it, he’s not gonna stop you even if the whole thing is a bit foreign to him.

.vergil hasn’t really seen anyone dress like you do, but it’s a very pleasant change of pace for him. a darling who doesn’t conform to the typical lower-toned fashion? he can get behind that! especially because it brings his beloved dove joy.

.once in a blue moon, he’ll tell you that he likes the outfit you picked out that day. it reminds him of a tulip. and of course, if you’re experiencing any trouble in picking something out or struggling to get dressed up, vergil is at your side in the blink of an eye, ready to help you with whatever it is you need.

.need a ribbon tied? he’ll do his best for you. need something zipped up? he’s your guy!! don’t know if you should pick the long sleeve or the short sleeve? well, both look good on you, but it’s out hot and the short sleeve is definitely a favorite—and you can wear the former another day.

.i do think that he’d be far more gentle with a hyperfeminine darling than a darling who isn’t. theres a certain tranquility from seeing you so content and unashamed while donning the prettiest little dress, he would probably handle you carefully—to ruin your outfits would be to ruin your glee, and that is the last thing vergil wants. so he treats you and your belongings like fine china <3

NERO SPARDA!

.MESMERIZED!!! nero thinks you look like a literal fucking angel. he’s practically a puppy, eager to see how you’ll look the next day. and even if your closet is limited in options? that doesn’t matter! he’s still going to dote on you, kissing your forehead to be mindful of your makeup while rambling about how cute you are!!! each morning is a welcomed surprise :3

.it’s funny because he’ll be showing you off, but gets pissy when other people actually look at you. especially men!! he can understand a woman or kid staring, because you’re literally a sweet dream walking, but other guys??? na. but then nero looks at you again and realizes this fine babe is dating him, not them! it feeds his pride lols keep doing what you’re doing!!

.whenever he can, he’ll buy you a little plush that fits your style! anything remotely light pink or white automatically makes him think of you. its a bit of a problem… but hey, at least he’s got you and your tastes on the mind 24/7 !!!

.if you ever try to give him oral while wearing your outfits, he’s quick to refuse no matter how much you insist that it’s fine. he knows how much your clothes can cost, and how much you put hard work into your appearance that he doesn’t wanna fuck it up! lest he cums and stains the fabric on accident :(

.if by any chance, you do manage to convince him, and his worst fears do happen—nero will spend just about ALL of his savings to spoil you because he feels guilty LMFAO.. he’ll definitely give you a solid few bucks to go crazy the next time you guys go shopping, muttering about how he wanted to make things up to you. but it’s not all that bad, because now you can show off with more cute clothes and fluster him!! >.<

V SPARDA!

.he’s curious about your taste in fashion! not in a judgy way, no, but he’s actually intrigued by you! very fascinated at how you can capture an almost innocent side of being feminine using a certain arrangement of mere accessories and clothing. you’re always pleasant to look at, so don’t be surprised if you catch him stealing a few glances your way teehee!! all in all, he earnestly respects the grind and isn’t afraid to express it.

.the whole dynamic between you guys is just so comical.. especially because you two are polar opposites in the way you present yourselves. i do think that after V took his current clothes from that one thug, he developed a little taste in gothic-esque fashion, so you both will be getting a few stares in public together!

.hes,, unemployed,, i fear… so he cannot buy anything for you as he would have liked to—but i do think he would maybe ask griffon to fetch (steal) him a few strands of ribbon for you, and that goes for jewelry! pearl necklaces, lace chokers… just about everything else that you express interest in. he’ll probably keep doing it even if you tell him he doesn’t need to.

.you are NOT safe from hardcore compliments. v straight up glazes you in a way that like.. makes you feel vulnerable? he describes you in such a heartfelt manner using his poetry, all while basking in the sight of you. truly, you remind him of a lamb. carefree and joyful, and a symbol of purity. it’s very strange but in a nice way…

.does not take kindly to rude remarks directed at you! the way he sees it, all you’re doing is living a life that’s comfortable for you, and it’s not hurting anyone! he really doesn’t get why some people feel the need to look at you like you’re some kind of freak-show. if he sees that the harsh opinions of others visibly dampens your mood or get insecure, he’ll be quick to assure you that your fashion is nothing to be ashamed of—because it really isn’t. you’re a piece of art, not only to him, but all around.

[screamintoad]

Cherrycard kid-Jane Trappola

“Man, what an honor! My dads told me all about Night Raven College but actually being here…why it’s incredible!”

SHES HOLDING A BROOM

Voice claim: Jinx-Arcane

Character info

Jane is a spunky girl with a fiery spirit. She tries to be humble but because of her magical prowess she can sometimes be cocky and people will take it the wrong way. They decided that those people just aren’t worth dealing with and sticks close to her tight knit group of friends. At lunch she usually sits with her grandpa and eats with him and they use that time to catch up. She takes pride in being in Heartslabyul. 

  She grew up in the Queendom of Roses as almost next door neighbors to the Spade family. Whenever there was a vacation break that her family could take they would either go to the Shaftlands to visit the Howl’s, Schoenheit’s, and Felmier’s or to Briar Valley to visit the Zigvolt’s, Vanrouge’s, or even the royal family. “It pays off making connections in school.” Is what her papa always tells her. Constantly learning things from new places gained her a lot of experience and knowledge that she likes putting to use. She’s definitely a mini Ace and some people would comment on it with pity to Rory but, he always snapped back at them about how he wouldn’t want her to feel like she has to hide herself in any capacity. 

Fun facts: Chronically single. Nonbinary and goes by they/she! Rory taught them how to play guitar. In middle school she found a puppy in an alleyway on her way home, their family still has her and she was named Calliope. Ace taught her tons of card games and tricks. She has a bad habit of relying on her magic too much, even using it for normal daily tasks. Really protective over Alice due to her sister’s quieter demeanor. Her love for the macabre and goth has deterred some people away but if given the chance, they could talk about her likes, dislikes, hobbies, etc. for hours. 

Basic info

Age: 16

Height: 160cm, 5’2 (out of platforms)

B-day: August 28th (Virgo)

Dominant hand: Right

Family: Rory and Ace Trappola (Papa and Dad), Alice (younger sister), Divus Crewel (adopted grandpa)

Nickname: Starling and Firecracker (by family)

1st year

Class A

Club: Board game club

Best subject: Alchemy

Hobbies: Exploring campus, playing with her dog at home, and playing guitar

Pet peeve: People who judge before getting to know someone

Favorite food: strawberry pastries

Least favorite food: Broccoli.

Talent: Honing her magic to manipulate it in intricate ways

Character dynamics

Alice Trappola: Her baby sister! Well not really a baby anymore but that 5 year age gap makes a difference. When Jane visits home she is always close to Alice and when she first left for NRC she made the younger girl promise to take care of Calliope.

Alaric Vanrouge: One part of a trio. He’s definitely more soft spoken than her but they can both talk about their favorite things for ages. She sneaks out of NRC to visit him at RSA sometimes. 

Fleur Vanrouge: Older sister figure. Since Jane is an only child she thrives when hanging out with Fleur. They would take walks around the Vanrouge property and sometimes Blanche would let Jane help out at the bakery. Girl talks go hard between Jane, Fleur, and Luna. 

Luna Howl: Her, Alaric, and Jane are a trio that are menaces. Well two menaces and an Alaric. They’re all partners in crime much to their parents chagrin. These two spent hours running around the Howl family property and they continue to spend hours running around NRC. 

Joey Howl: Older brother figure. He’s the one who would tell the trio to not get too dirty or get into too much mischief. Jane took full advantage when she realized that him and Fleur liked each other and would help Luna try to set them up. Whenever Jane got into trouble at her old school she would call him before her parents to get some older brother advice before parent advice. 

Angel Spade: Neighbor and childhood friend part 1. Ginger cat and black cat dynamic. Jane is certainly the loud to his quiet. They still look out for each other though and bond over various video games. 

Diana Spade: Neighbor and childhood friend part 2. They’re also roommates at their dorm! They’re pretty different but growing up as neighbors with their dads working together made em figure out how to get along. Every weekend they’ll have movie nights. 

Lana Bucchi: New friend! Lana made a loud introduction and ever since, they’ve been quite the friends. They have the good? Bad? Habit of matching each other’s energy. Which is sometimes good, sometimes bad. 

Mika Bucchi: Alaric’s roommate that she met on accident. They haven’t interacted much but she’s heard a lot about him from Alaric. She can tell he’s really nice and she gets along with his sister. 

Mallory Draconia: Menaces in crime. Think of Malleus and Rory’s friendship but the complete opposite. They’re the gremlin duo that need separated, if one is in trouble, the other is also in trouble with them. Except Mallory will talk them out of trouble. 50/50 chance it works. 

Marven Leech: These two absolutely need separated. They roughhouse all the time and the twins make it almost a challenge to see who can throw Jane farther. She absolutely loves it though and loves having them as found brothers. When they told their dads about them they both turned as pale as ghosts. 

Evelio Leech: He’s as bad as his brother. But they have calm moments where they talk about their interests and what’s going on with their schoolwork. 

Alora Leech: Again, need separated sometimes. These two are peas in a pod, they share so many common interests and hobbies. On top of being in the same club. They’ll pass around scary stories like candy. 

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[sage-lights]

with you, there's no pretending

word count: 2165 chapter: 1/? Ever since freshman orientation, when Angela first noticed Amanda sitting in the gym bleachers, she’d been head-over-heels in love with her.

Angela was going to kill Arasha.  

Earlier that week, Arasha asked Angela if she could interview her about playing Grace Chasity in their high school’s upcoming production of Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Arasha eagerly volunteered to write this article for her journalism class, hoping that Angela’s insight would help her assignment stand out. Angela knew her friend had been working all year to impress her teacher and secure the position of Editor-in-Chief for the next school year.  

Just for fun, Angela made her best friend beg, playfully acting stubborn and difficult about the request—much to Chanse's amusement, who had a blast recording the whole thing and laughing at the two of them. In the end, Angela agreed, and the girls made plans to meet at their favorite local coffee shop on Saturday.  

That morning, she took Spork to the vet for a routine checkup, which, thankfully, hadn’t taken longer than anticipated. After making a quick stop to drop him off at home, Angela arrived at the coffee shop just in time to find a table near the back before the usual afternoon rush filled the place. She sat facing the door so Arasha could easily spot her when she arrived, then mindlessly scrolled on her phone to pass the time.  

Out of the corner of her eye, Angela noticed a girl with long, wavy brunette hair enter the coffee shop. She looked up, expecting to see her friend rushing over to greet her. But instead, in her place stood Amanda Lehan-Canto.  

Ever since freshman orientation, when Angela first noticed Amanda sitting in the gym bleachers, she’d been head-over-heels in love with her. She remembered leaning over and whispering (a little too loudly judging from the pointed looks the kids in front of them had given her) to ask Chanse who the new girl was.  

“Who are you talking about? There’s like a million people here,” Chanse responded, wildly swiveling his head around trying to figure out who Angela was referring to.  

Angela slapped his arm and pointed discreetly to the girl a couple of rows above them, “Over there, idiot!”  

“Oooooooh, someone’s got a crushhhhhh!”  

“Stop it! Could you be any more obvious?” She sunk further into her seat, “Do you know who she is or not?”  

“Nope, but I could find out.”  

Later, Angela learned her name and that she’d just moved to Los Angeles from Boston. Despite Chanse’s insistence that Angela should introduce herself and befriend her, Angela just hadn’t been able to bring herself to do it.  

That was almost four years ago, and even now in their senior year, Angela was no closer to Amanda than when she first laid eyes on her. Even when they’d been in the same AP Psychology class sophomore year, Angela had always been too nervous to say more than a few pleasantries. She didn’t want to come off as overly eager or that she was scaring Amanda away.

Angela admired Amanda from afar, how she greeted a table of friends with hugs and a “How are you?” and how freely she chatted and laughed with the baristas. The coffee shop seemed to brighten with her presence. 

But then Amanda turned and met Angela’s gaze. Shit, she’d been caught staring. Angela tried her best to recover, her face reddening. She turned in the other direction, pretending to search through her tote bag for something. She fumbled with her AirPods and pulled out a book, quickly flipping it open to her bookmarked page.  

“Hey! Angela, right?” Oh no, Angela recognized that voice. She glanced up at the girl speaking to her. Thank goodness for all those acting classes that taught her how to mask her emotions. She hoped her face looked calm and nonchalant, but also friendly and inviting. Oh, and maybe cool and suave as well. Honestly, Angela would take anything over looking overwhelmed at the fact that her long-time crush was now talking to her.  

“That’s me!” Just be cool.  

Amanda sat down in the seat across from her, and that’s when the panic really set in. “I’m Amanda. We had AP Psych with Mr. Hecox together.”

“Oh yeah, that’s right!” She prayed that her voice wouldn’t embarrassingly start cracking, “His class was definitely an interesting one, especially with the random dark jokes he’d thrown into the middle of his presentations.”  

Amanda chuckled lightly at her comment, and Angela felt her smile widen and her shoulders loosen. But when there was no indication of her leaving, Angela got nervous again.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound rude, but is there a reason you sat down? Not that I mind talking to you. Not at all. It’s just, um, I’m meeting my friend, Arasha, here in a little bit—oh, you might know her from Journalism then. Since you’re the Editor-in-Chief this year, right? Well, so you probably know that she’s writing a piece on the school’s musical, and she asked to interview me. So, I don’t think you can stay here for long. Oh my god, I sound super rude right now, don’t I? Shoot, I swear I—,” 

“Angela, breathe,” Amanda leaned forward and placed a hand over hers, interrupting her rambling. A thousand questions began spinning around in her head. Can she tell I’m freaking out? Is my hand abnormally sweaty? Am I making a fool of myself right now? Is she this touchy with everyone? Why. Is she. Touching. My hand?!

So much for keeping it cool.

“Did Arasha not tell you? I’m actually filling in for her. She messaged our class on Slack this morning asking if someone could take over because she woke up super sick,” Amanda explained.

“Oh shoot, maybe I missed that text from her,” Angela opened her texts with Arasha and briefly scrolled through to check even though she knows for certain that this a certified Arasha prank.

angela: you’re kidding me arash no way you’re sick

Immediately, Angela got a response. She could just picture Arasha’s smug face.

arasha: oh yeahhh i’m totally sneezing up a storm rn

angela: arasha lalani more like arasha lie-lani

arasha: lame but you’ll thank me later now go have fun on your date! but not too much fun ;’)

angela: NOT A DATE i hate you sm

arasha: you’re welcomeee

Amanda raised an eyebrow playfully, “Everything good with Arasha?”

“Yeah, everything’s good,” Angela fumbles with her phone again, shoving into the pocket of her zip up hoodie without even turning it off.

“Okay, good.”

“Good.” Oh no, did I just make it weird?

Amanda pulls her laptop out of her purse, “Ready to get started then?”

“Let’s do this thing.”

Amanda readied her fingers over the keys and looked over at Angela, ready to take notes like a professional journalist. “So, what can audiences expect from your performance as Grace Chasity in Nerdy Prudes Must Die?”

“Soup,” Angela answers cheekily.

“I’m sorry, soup?”

“Yep, soup! I mean who doesn’t like soup? A classic chicken noodle? Or a butternut squash soup?” Angela gasps animatedly, “What about a garlic tomato bisque? With a grilled cheese?! Come on, how could anyone hate soup?”

Amanda chimes in with a grin, “Broccoli cheddar though? Very divisive, I will say!”

“Ugh! I do secretly love a broccoli cheddar!”

“So do I! But have to ask again, Angela, what does this have to do with Grace Chasity?”

“You’ll have to wait and see. I will say though, Grace’s preferred soup is definitely dirty.”

Amanda laughs, “I feel like you’re purposely trying to confuse me now.”

“Gotta sell tickets somehow, Amanda!” She winks, to which Amanda laughs again. That sound, the resonance of it, settles into Angela’s chest and fills her with a blooming warmth. 

As the interview progressed, Angela’s initial jitters fade away. Each question Amanda asked felt less like an interrogation and more like a conversation she’d have with friends. By the time they reached the final question, she realized she’d very much enjoyed Amanda’s company.

“Alright, I think that’s everything,” Amanda closed her laptop and slipped it back into her bag. “Thank you again for doing this interview with me. I know I’m not who you were expecting, but I’m glad I got to chat about the musical with you anyway.”

Angela shook her head bashfully. “Of course, it was no problem.”

They both gathered the rest of their things and stood up, though Amanda suddenly moved in for a hug. Angela returned the embrace, even though she was still a little shell-shocked from the whole afternoon. Note to self: Amanda’s a hugger.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Amanda pulled away. “I always forget not everyone’s down for physical touch, and then I go and make it uncomfortable by hugging you.”

“No, it was alright. Don’t worry about it,” smiled Angela, reassuring Amanda. Neither of the girls said anything after that, leaving them staring at each other in awkward silence for a little too long. At least, it was awkward for Angela, given the whole “I’m in love with you” part. She really hoped she wasn’t smiling too much like an idiot. Maybe she should stop smiling. No, that would be off-putting as hell to randomly stop smiling. Maybe she should say somethi—

Amanda cleared her throat, “It was nice talking to you. I hope to see you around sometime.” Phew.

She waved to the retreating Amanda, “Yeah, I’ll see you around.” But there was still a voice inside her that urged her to say something more. This is your chance, Angela!

“Wait!” Angela called out, causing Amanda to turn back around. “You should, um, get my number. You know, just in case you have any more questions while you write the article.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Amanda handed Angela her phone with an amused expression. Angela carefully entered her information on the new contact page and passed it back to Amanda before saying a last goodbye and letting Amanda walk out.

Angela blinked a couple of times, hoping to snap back into the present. It didn’t help—she was too dazed from the whole interaction. Amanda Lehan-Canto had just talked to her. Holy. Shit.

After collecting herself a little more, she hopped in her car and drove home. Every moment of their conversation replayed in Angela’s mind: the answers she had given, the stupid jokes she had cracked, the way Amanda had sounded when she laughed. She pinched her arm over and over again to prove to herself that this all really happened.

As she pulled into the driveway, her phone lit up with a notification from her group chat with Chanse and Arasha—it was unfortunately named “ANGELAAAAAAA!” after the way her friends often called her name in disappointment.

arasha: your location says you’re home angela spill how did it go

angela: wtf are you stalking me

arasha: that’s beside the point

chanse: explainnnn pleaseee

arasha:  i set ang up on a date with amanda lehan cantooooooooo

chanse: A DATE?!

angela: NOT! A! DATE!!! it was an interview that arasha FLAKED ON

arasha: semantics

chanse: HOW DID IT GO

angela: it was chill she asked me about nerdy prudes and i gave her my number in case she had follow up questions

chanse: you gave her your number???? damn ang is finally make some moves took you long enough

arasha: YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME MAN she would still be sitting on her ass pining away if it weren’t for me

angela: jeez it was just a casual thing calm yourselves

chanse: why don’t you text her and say you forgot to mention something earlier just to get the convo rolling

angela: um bitch i’m tryna play it cool here don’t wanna seem too eager plus i just realized i didn’t get her number…

chanse: angelaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dude you fumbled that big time

arasha: i put in so much work to make that happen and you fucked it wasted effort

chanse: you idiot i cannot believe you

arasha: you got no game fr

angela: Y’ALL I WAS PANICKING CAN YOU BE A LITTLE MORE GENTLE

chanse: no you don’t get a pass for this arash do you have her number

arasha: nah we text on slack also it would be hella strange if ang had her number without asking directly

chanse: ugh true i guess

At this point, she had made it up the stairs and into her bedroom. Frustrated with her friends, Angela tossed her phone onto her bed before promptly flopping down and burying her face into the pillows. And then, she screamed. So loud and so long that she barely heard the “ding” of a new notification.

Angela rolled over and felt around for her phone, already groaning at what she expected to be another annoying message from her annoying friends.

unknown number: hey this is amanda

Her eyes widened.

unknown number: i realized way too late that i never gave you my number so i thought i’d shoot you a text so you could saved it too :)

Angela threw her phone again and went back to screaming.

a lil author's note: i started this amangela high school au a longggg time ago, practically when this blog started because it's one of my favorite tropes to mull around in my mind. funnily enough, this first chapter was written for the smosh girlies week back in feb, but i deleted the whole thing because i hated what i wrote, so the first draft has been lost to time. then, i wrote it again and abandoned it again. it wasn't until my wonderful friend @babychosen asked me about it recently that i decided to revisit it and finally finish it for all y'all to enjoy! this is for @babychosen, @unknownteapot, @poppyfamily, and @shesmore-shoebill. thanks guys for always yelling about amangela with me <3

[slavicdolls4mangione]

Heyyyyy

headcanons for a former theater kid!reader and luigi. she has this heavenly voice (like christine from the phantom of the opera or smth)

hiyaaaa anon! thank you for requesting! i did my best as i’m not too familiar with theater but i hope you enjoy it! <3

- lu would be your biggest fan hands down! he’d always make sure to attend your performances if you’re still active in theater and best believe he’d make sure to clap and holler the loudest in the room because no one is better than his girl in his eyes

- sometimes he catches you humming and singing to yourself while you’re doing mundane tasks around the apartment and he would watch you with the biggest heart eyes known to mankind because “baby your voice is so angelic, sometimes i catch myself thinking you must be a celestial being, you’re unreal”

- he ADORES it when you sing to him while you guys are cuddling, he feels like he’s about to levitate each time, your beautiful voice and warmth lulling him to sleep feels like heaven

- you’d feel so so safe and comfortable being your most dramatic and theatrical self around him because he’s never judged you for it, in fact he encourages it and sometimes tries to play along (we know how funny he is, best believe his expressive face would have you clutching your stomach and tears falling down your face from how much he would make you laugh)

- like i said previously, your theatrical personality spills into your shared everyday life, and he finds it SO hilarious but also charming asf! you would dramatically declare you love for him like you guys are in a shakespearean play and it would make him GIGGLE without a fail

- he would start picking up on theater lingo because of you and would surprise you by using terms like “break a leg” or “the fourth wall” 😭

- you guys would drive up to new york to watch your favorite performances on broadway whenever you had the chance to, or attend local theater productions for date nights

- through you he’d find a new love or interest for theater he might’ve not had before and it would make your heart swell because being able to share one of your interests and passion with the man you love the most was like a dream come true

- lu would quote your favorite musicals to make you laugh even if he gets the lines wrong sometimes but nonetheless, it would make you SO happy.

- you guys might even have a “theme song” as a couple that you guys sing whenever you’re being extra cute together <3

[sane-omblog]

Delicious? (Part1?)

Aka story of Raphael and his mysterious taste bud

I don't know what I did, I just wanna try my hand on writing and this is an.. fever idea ig

I already wrote more but ermm yea will need some more time to finish it

Raphael was always an easy child, you told him to sit there, he sat, you told him to go to bed, he went. Even with food, he was also easy, he doesn't have any preference or hatred towards food. He eat veggies, fruits, any meats with no complaints.

The little angel was in the middle of flying lesson when the most easy and/or awkward question for a kid. He stared at two pots of soups, they smelled a little different from each other. "Which soup would you like?"

“It would be all the same to me, you can let the other choose first” he said, sure enough smell wouldn't change taste

“Awww what a kind little angel you are, Raphael” the older angel reached and pet him on his head. He liked it.

.

.

.

Raphael took a bite of the soup that was left for him, it's plain, bland, and didn't make any difference from other soup he had tried for all his life. The angel, his age, letting him try the other soup, seemed like she didn't like it and wanted to know if he liked this more and traded it.

It's the same, he couldn't tell what was different.

He agreed to trade it anyway.

.

Evening came, Raphael told his attendant what he did that day. Simeon, as always, smiled back at him and said “That's so nice of you, Raph.”

He paused, Raphael thought it wasn't bad to get compliments from such easy action.

“But I guess, I should find what your favorite food is, huh?” with chuckles, Simeon started to name random dishes while going to the kitchen and made them dinner. His wings moved while walking, always brought his attention away. "Oh I should make that today, what do you think about.."

He sure he would liked everything Simeon made for him.

"that's sounds nice" but maybe not as that sandwich the other day

But again, it's too bland on his tongue

“How is it?” Simeon asked him half of the meal

Raphael couldn't remember the name of what he'd just eaten.

He swallowed. “It's good”

.

Simeon said he misread the recipes and asked if he wanted him to make something real quick for his lunch today. "I should have wondered how all those ingredients never went well together, I'm so sorry Raph"

As a young angel at that time, he said "it's fine and I should get going to the training, I will take it, thanks"

Raphael ate it, the bread, the mistake of fruit jam, the strong spiced meat and some vegetables. He liked it. Everyone there knew Simeon was his guardian, and always wanted to try his food.

Of course he didn't mind, even though it's the first time he thought this is what delicious tasted like and wanted to have it all to himself.

The other angels took a bite with so much hope, especially after seeing him with such sparkly eyes.

But then they made a weird noise and said it wasn't any good as the rumor said.

“This is too salty!” they wailed

“Ugh the bad taste still on my tongue”

“Is the fruit he used rotten?!”

They whimpered about how bad it was, asking if he misunderstood the word delicious. Raphael didn’t think so, because if it's not delicious that means he wouldn't like it.

But he likes his food this way, so it's delicious. That's what he thought.

He felt some rage bubbling inside him, he didn't have any preference about other Simeon’s food but he knew that he's a great chef.

“Don't say that, you shouldn't judge it by just one time” he paused, didn't know how to describe what Simeon's food usually taste like, not even what he ate for breakfast. “He just busy and misread the ingredients this time”

It's true that's why he accepted this mistake of food in the first place, he didn't want to put any more loads of work onto archangel.

And it worked. They backed down, went back to enjoy their own lunch.

.

.

The next day they asked him to share again and agree that the food from his guardian was delicious after just one bite.

Leaving him missed that unique taste of jam with yet another bland taste.

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 19 Prompt: Steddie as Parents

Tags: Established Relationship, Good Parent Steve Harrington, Good Parent Eddie Munson, Christmas Fluff, Elf on the Shelf, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, The Return Of Marley Harrington-Munson

wc: 1079 | Rating: G

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Steve and Eddie grew up thinking the highlight of being a parent around the holidays was getting to partake in any and all Santa traditions. To some extent it is, they both love taking Marley to see the big man, and watching her open the gifts they worked hard to secure is always a top ten moment of the year. But Santa isn’t the only highlight for kids anymore. Nowadays Elf on the Shelf is all the rage and they’re fully on board.

Maybe too on board if they’re being honest.

See, Steve and Eddie have very different approaches to the Elf on the Shelf madness that transpires in their house during the month of December.

After one too many heated arguments over what the Elf should do next, they found a compromise. Steve is in charge of Mango the Elf on even days, Eddie on odds, and neither one is allowed to criticize what the other chooses to do.

Not only does it preserve the Christmas magic for Marley, who nearly stumbled in on the two of them playing tug-o-war with the stupid Elf at two in the morning three years ago, but it also saves their marriage. Steve can’t think of many other things that would be more embarrassing than admitting to a marriage counselor that they’re there because of a damn Elf.

Like clockwork, Mango the Elf arrives on December 1st in a chaotic flurry that Eddie manages to one-up every year. Steve has no idea how he does it, but even he can’t help but marvel at the creative scenes Eddie manages to create — especially this year’s which saw Mango arrive by way of a hot air balloon.

It was a tough act to follow, but the two have made it clear that competition has no space in Mango’s antics. After all, it’s all about putting a smile on Marley’s face. How big that smile is shouldn’t matter.

(It definitely does.)

After scouring Pinterest for ideas and a quick call to Robin who thinks the entire Elf Shenanigans is a nightmare, Steve finds himself cutting 200 pieces of paper into snowflakes to transform their living room into a winter wonderland for Mango to play in.

And so it goes.

Eddie creates mayhem and messes — chocolate chips left in the sink because Mango used it as a toilet, toilet paper dropped over the chandelier, and worst of all, flour all over the kitchen after she engaged in a snow angel competition with Barbie.

Steve bites his tongue and focuses his energy on wholesome moments — a Christmas bow rock climbing wall, a slumber party with socks sleeping bags, and plenty of guests, and of course, Marley’s favorite: Mango’s trip to the Elf spa.

They keep each other on their toes, pushing each other to be more and more creative and Marley gets to wake up every morning to a new scene that brings a smile on her face and reminds them of the childlike wonder they were robbed of but are making up for now.

It’s a flawless plan, until disaster strikes.

“Have you seen Mango?”

“Mango?” Eddie yawns, shuffling into the kitchen. “We didn’t buy any Mangos. S’a summer fruit.”

“Not the fruit, the Elf. What did you do with her last night?”

Eddie yawns again, scratching his bare chest as he waits for the coffee to finish brewing. “I hid her like always. A good one too. You know the birdhouse in the yard? Well, it’s now Mango’s treehouse. Decorated it and everything.”

“You mean the birdhouse that is currently being swarmed by a couple of Blue Jays?” Steve asks, voice teetering in the space between calm and panic.

Abandoning the Kurig, Eddie slides across the floor and over to the window that overlooks the backyard. Sure as shit, a couple of Bluejays are going to town on the birdhouse and Mango judging by the red fabric gliding through the morning breeze.

“Oh shit! Mango!”

Steve and Eddie both sprint into the backyard. Steve works on scaring the birds off, while Eddie collects the mangled pieces that remain of Mango. A leg on the floor, an arm in the bushes across the yard. Her decapitated head lays beaten and bruised inside the birdhouse, eyes pecked out and nose completely missing. Tinsel litters the grass along with the careful construction paper decorations Eddie had spent hours making.

If he weren’t so panicked over what Marley is going to think when she wakes up, he’d be crying.

“What are we going to do!”

“It’s too late to get a replacement this year,” Steve says, shaking his head at the carnage in Eddie’s hands. “Maybe we… we write a note! Say Santa called Mango back early because Marley’s been so good and he needs extra hands on present duty?”

“That could work!” Eddie smiles, leaning over the tinsel-covered grass to kiss Steve. “Look at you, coming in clutch with a story. Told ya I’d make a storyteller out of you one day.”

Steve snorts. “Only took 15 years.”

“Better late than never.”

Steve shakes his hand before his eyes drift back over to Mango’s destroyed state. Letting out a sigh, he tips his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “Is it weird m’going to miss this thing?”

Eddie shakes his head, jostling Steve in the process. “It feels like a death. Maybe we should bury her.”

“And risk Marley digging her up in the summer?”

“You’re right. She doesn’t need that trauma,” Eddie chuckles. “Let’s have a moment of silence in her honor then.”

Steve doesn’t argue and they both duck their heads for a moment or two before a gust of wind picks up turning them into shivering messes. After hiding Mango’s form in the trash bin, they return to their warm kitchen.

“We are going to replace her though, right?” Eddie asks, finally sipping his coffee.

“Oh definitely. The minute they’re back in stock I’m buying two. One for next year and one for backup just in case your wild scenes turn disastrous again.”

“Smart thinking,” Eddie smiles. “Guess I should get started on that letter.”

Glancing at the clock, Steve nods. “Better hurry. Marley’ll be up any minute."

"Shit," Eddie says, scrambling to open their junk drawer full of pens and random scraps of paper. "Distract her for me?" 

"I'll try my best," Steve says, pressing a kiss to the top of Eddie's head before disappearing in the direction of Marley's room. 

[fanofstuff01]

PRISON AU IT IS!

AU by @rius-cave , although I added my own thoughts into it (For example, her idea was that Lute helping Adam but I wanted it to go more like the actual show, where I think Lute wouldn’t help Adam if he was a sinner.).

Tagging you @fightinsoda and @foreverpeachy2010 , hope you don’t mind.

Everyone’s roles:

People who’s in prison:

Lucifer: You’ll see

Husk/Hunter (I’m basic): Tax evasion/illegal gambling

Angel Dust/Anthony: That guy has a mafia family

Alastor: Spilling government secrets on radio (Still a serial killer)

Sir Pentious: Illegal weapon posession

Vox: Fraud

Valentino: Do I need to say something

Adam: Framed with murder

This is an all male prison yk

People out of prison:

Charlie: Law student

Emily: Also a law student

Vaggie: Fired cop

Lute: Cop

St Peter: Cop

Sera: Judge

Nifty: Canteen lady

Rosie: Prison nurse

Velvette: Crime partner of Vox, but managed to dodge going to prison

Do police officers can both patrol and do wardening? I have no idea. But this goes like that.

Also, sorry if this doesn’t has that much details. I tried not to copy @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s fic. The next chapters will be better I swear.

ENJOYY!!!!

Also, I’ll post the new chapter of my favorite au a few hours later.

“Dad..?” A little kid came out from behind the desk where she was hiding and looked to his father. Why was his dad covered in red? And why wasn’t the person she didn’t knew moving? “Is he okay?”

“Don’t worry sweetie. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine He can’t-“

“Stay away from her.” A slightly scared, but determined voice came from behind. “Charlie, come here.”

“Lily, you have to listen! He was going t-“

“I don’t care. Charlie, don’t go near him.” Lilith pulled her daughter to herself harshly and took her arm into her hands.

“I want to stay with daddy!” She fighted against her mother’s grip but she was too strong. Lilith gave Lucifer one more disgusted look and rushed to outside.

“LILITH!” Lucifer yelled as he wanted to go after them, but he froze when he heard someone shout.

“Stay where you are and raise your hands up in the air!” A police officer walked inside and pointed his gun to him.

Lucifer, who was still in shock, did what he said. He handcuffed him and guided him to a police car. He saw multiple polices around. Lilith was talking to one.

“I heard the intruder coming in. It was at my daughter’s room but instead of calling you, my husband decided to play the hero and end him himself. I’m hoping you will put an end to this.” Lilith’s eyes met with Lucifer’s, but she cut the eye contract. She couldn’t look him in the eye. All she saw was a murderer.

“I understand you ma’am. I hope you can get divorced easily.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter. Oh, he could do anything to go near her, wipe her tears away, hug her and calm her down. Instead, he could just look at her. She teared her gaze from the stone floor and looked at her father. And at that moment, Charlie understood that her father wasn’t a monster like mommy said.

Lucifer only thought about how he failed as a dad while he was taken to prison.

— Today —

“Rise and cry you freaks!” Lucifer woke up with someone running their baton on the bars. It was loud.

“Mmmhm, that’s right! Get the fuck up before I make you.” He said.

Ah, of course. Officer Kadmon. A.k.a. the world’s biggest piece of shit. On his daily wisit.

“That mother fucker.” His cellmate groaned.

“Indeed.” He got up and grabbed one of his rubber ducks. Those always calmed him down.

“Whats the matter Morningstar? *random surname*? Uncomfortable?” Kadmon laughed at them, stopping at their cell.

“Nah, it’s more like a hotel to be honest.” He said calmly.

“Mocking me?” He hit their bars with his baton. “Too bad you’re not on the right position to do that right?”

“Don’t you have a better job to do?” The other guy spoke, annoyed.

“Aww, you don’t want me to break your other fingers? You want me to go the fuck away?” He said in a childish voice “Guess what! This is my fucking job you horse shit!” He laughed loudly, causing even more curse words. Shove that fucking stick up to your ass. Lucifer thought and stood up. Luckily the shithead didn’t realize.

“Goodbye bitches!” He kept walking but was immediately startled when the short prisoner squeaked the rubber duck on his hands near his ears. Nah, startled would be unfair. He literally jumped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Morningstar!?” He tried to hit him behind bars but Lucifer was fast.

“Oops.” He chuckled and went back to his bed. It was worth it.

“Oh, do you wanna lose the privilege of your sissy hobbies?! I can make that happen!” He growled.

“Sure, sure.” He played with his duck, not caring about the screaming man.

“You’ll see, bitch.” He walked away to the other prisoners. “Back in your place huh, *Alastor’s surname*? I told them specifically to keep your cell empty!” He scoffed at the prisoner at the next cell, who hadn’t been around for a while because he escaped. Hunter said that it was Kadmon who caught and brought him back. Lucifer didn’t like Alastor, heck that prick thought he was being ‘creepy’ with his boring attitude. But at least he knew where he stood. Officer piglet didn’t.

“How nice of you, kind officer.” He could literally hear the smile on his voice. “I hope you had a wonderful week.”

“I did. Unlike you, pussy!”

— Awhile later —

Adam was on night patrol with Holly. He wished it was Lute, but that gal was nice too he guessed. She might be a gay, but she was still cool. He waited outside of a coffee shop as she got them some.

He was mumbling a song to himself when he heard a human voice coming from the woods. He was saying “You don’t own me.. You don’t own me…” repeatedly. He took his gun out just to be safe, he knew what kind of creeps there were at night. He walked off slowly there. There was an old man looking at him, and he was walking near him.

“Sir? Are you-“

“YOU DON’T OWN ME!” He screamed and made a dash to Adam, causing the officer to back down and pointing the gun at him.

And thats when he heard that. Someone shooting behind. Shooting the old man in the head right where he pointed his gun. He fell down, face all bloody.

Oh no.

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit!” Panic rose in Adam as he understood the crazy guy was dead.

“WHO’S THERE!” He shoot his gun at the woods. He heard someone else though.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A guy, much saner than the old man came from behind. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM YOU CUNT! WHAT DID HE EVEN DO TO YOU!?” He pushed him away from the old man and looked at him. Adam couldn’t do anything as he saw the cries of the man.

Oh shit.

“Look, it was-!“

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

He got up angrily, ready to beat the shit out of the police but then stopped when he saw the person had a gun. Instead, he ran to their police car in order to find another officer.

“WAIT!” He tried to track him down as he ran there. But immediately stopped when-

He heard a high pitched scream coming near him. It came from a woman who was just out of the coffee shop. She looked scared. “Officer, help!”

“No, look, it wasn’t-“

“Sir..?” Holly came rushing, she must’ve heard the woman, and froze when she saw Adam.

“Holly, you don’t-“ He tried to came closer to them but the guy yelled again.

“HE KILLED HIM!”

“I DIDN’T! Holly you have to-“ He shutted his mouth in shock as she pointed her gun at him, hands shaking.

“Don’t come any closer!” She stated. “Place your weapons infront of you and raise your hands where I can see them or else!”

“Come on-“ What the fuck?!

“If you don’t, I’ll-“

“Fine.” He did what she told. “Hey, what are you-“ He panicked even more when she reached him with handcuffs.

(Is this how this works? I have no fucking idea)

— After —

Adam was thrown to a court the following days. He came up with a lawyer, but there were evidence. The guy who saw him -he learned that it was his son- testified that it was him, and the woman did the same. And before you know it, he was charged for murder and sent to prison in an orange jumpsuit. He didn’t understood what happened clearly until he was placed in the middle of the general population of prison.

“Wait! I didn’t do that shit! It was a fucking mistake!”

“It surely was, wasn’t it, officer?” He heard voices behind him and felt all the color on his face drain away. He was fucked. He turned around only to be met with a huge group of inmates. They were almost like predators, and in this case he was the prey.

“What are you dirtbags looking at?!” He yelled, trying to keep his threatening posture. Failing miserably.

“Ohoh, a punching bag I’m looking at.” One of them said, mimicking the ex officer’s ex attitude. The others took this as a starting point and threw him to the ground.

Lucifer watched the prisoners beating the shit out of former officer. His cries and pleas were harmonic. It’d be easy to let the prisoners end him to be honest, but he knew a better way to humiliate him. Physical beating was something, but psychological beating… Its harm could never be measured. He decided what to do and jumped up his seat.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted to his fellow inmates. Everyone backed away with disgusted looks on their faces, still not wanting to let go of that fucker.

Adam heard calm steps coming near him and holding his chin. He muttered something and looked up to the other man.

Morningstar. It was fucking over.

Lucifer eyed the pathetic guy. He was either gonna pass out or puke. His face was ruined. Aren’t mister handsome anymore, he thought, he still remembered how arrogant this prick was before. He chuckled, karma had a cruel but pretty good sense of humor.

“Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Then listen carefully.” He whispered sharply. “Because I will only speak once.” He grinned to the scared man.

“I am offering you a deal. You will be protected from physical harm, no one here dares to cross me. In return you’d give me your full obedience. You’ll be mine. You will always do what I say. Deal?”

“I-“

“Okay, then I’m leaving y-“

“Deal.” He quickly said, hating the sound leaving his lips. He didn’t wanna do this, all of his cells hated this. But this was his only chance. He could still hear the wolves. Cops weren’t welcome inside bars.

“Excellent.” He cupped his cheek.“Now get up. You need treatment. Rosie will do.” He held his hand out. Adam barely stood up but that was it. He passed out to Lucifer’s arms. He groaned, this guy was fucking heavy. He just let him slip and left him on the floor. He could call the nurse later.

“This mean we could end him now?” One of the prisoners asked with hope.

“No. Everyone, listen!” He called out to the crowd at the last part. “You will not be hurting him from that moment. I agree,” He raised his hands as he heard objections. “He deserves it. But I am just saying you can’t physically hurt him.”

“And why would we feel the need to not do that?” One particular inmate spoke. One inmate with a personal hatred against the former guard.

“Think about it, Alastor.” He came closer to the smiling, taller man, still keeping an eye out for his newest toy. “Humiliating him like he did to most of us is much better than simply ending that bitch, right? You must know the damage the words can do much better than everyone.” He looked up.

“You might be right. But it is no guarantee that he won’t try to hurt us.”

“Oh if he does, you are more than free to fuck him up right there. But until that happens, nobody will lay a finger on him. Understood?”

The crowd muttered yeses and okays, although not all of them looked convinced. Alastor just walked away simply. Whatever, he made the announcement after all.

“Hunter, can you help me with getting the big baby to the nurse?”

End of the first chapter! This took a lot more time than I guessed, but it was worth it!

Have a good day/night!

[nerdysleepybunny]

I got this idea while talking with a Husk bot on character.ai LMAO there will be more Hazbin fics coming, I just need to find the motivation to write them ^^

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Husk

Reader: Gender-neutral (you/your)

TW: Alcohol, crying

Style: Short story

Summary: you’ve been crying at the bar for a while now. When Husk finally decides to ask why, you give him probably the dumbest story he’s ever heard. But he comforts you regardless.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

It was a late night in the Hazbin Hotel. Husk should’ve closed the bar a while ago, as there were no more customers to serve at this hour. But he was forced to stay on the clock due to you. You’ve been sitting in that same stool, sobbing and occasionally sipping on the drink he had given you a while ago. It was honestly just sad seeing you like this. With only your choked sobs and sniffles filling the otherwise quiet room, it was hard to ignore you. Even with all the booze he was drinking.

But you and Husk haven’t talked much. Sure, he’s memorized your favorite drinks, and he’s learned a lot about you just by observing you during Charlie’s bonding activities. But you haven’t exactly talked one on one. So he couldn’t find it in him to just… comfort you. Especially since it’s already been, what? Ten minutes? Husk just sat there and chugged down bottle after bottle, occasionally glancing at you to see if you were calming down. He just hoped that you’d stop crying soon and fuck off so he could finally close the bar.

But when you did begin to calm down, Husk’s attitude was different. Your cries slowly morphed into hiccups as you began to take deep breaths, finally trying to calm yourself. And instead of kicking you out like he would anyone else, he finally spoke up. “What happened, kid?”

You perked up at the sound of Husk’s voice, honestly forgetting that he had even been there. He was so silent while you were crying, you may as well have been in an empty room. But you were too embarrassed to answer Husk’s question. The reason you were crying wasn’t ideal in the slightest, and you’ve seen how Husk was. Especially with Angel Dust. Always so judgmental… surely he’d laugh at you if you told him. “Nothing, it’s stupid.”

Husk rose one of his (comically) large eyebrows at you. He was a bartender, he’s heard it all before. Relationship issues, trauma, losing a loved one. Hell, even Alastor has gotten too drunk and spilled some… very much not needed information to the poor cat demon. How could your issues be any worse? “Kid, if it’s making you cry this hard, it must be a big deal to you.”

And he was right. It was a big deal for you, but for others? It was laughable. But you wanted to tell someone, since nobody else understood. Maybe he’d be the one to sympathize with you. So you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, and drunkenly slurred your troubles to him.

“My friend took my favorite shirt and stretched it out. It doesn’t fit me the same anymore, and I won’t be able to find another one like it.”

Husk just… blinked. And stared. Had he heard you right? So the reason he’s been sitting here listening to you sob for a good ten-fifteen minutes, was because of a goddamn shirt? “…that’s it?”

You could practically hear the disappointment in Husk’s voice, and a sigh left your lips as you buried your face in your arms. You weren’t in the mood to be judged. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

Husk could hear the defeat in your voice, and it was enough to make his ears go flat against his head. He didn’t mean to upset you further. In fact, he didn’t mean it in that way at all. “No, kid-! I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought you’d be crying over something more serious.” Husk had to think fast. You were already upset, and he had no idea how to make you feel better. “Listen… I get it, y’know? It sucks losing things you’re attached to.”

You hadn’t expected that from Husk at all, to the point you questioned if maybe he was faking it. But his words sounded so genuine, making you slowly lift your head from your arms to peek. Your eyes met his yellow ones, and his ears quickly lifted once he realized you were looking, like he didn’t want you to see that he actually cared. But you had seen the movement clear as day, even with the tears in your eyes. It made you smile.

Husk assumed that you were smiling because of his words, so he decided to keep going. “You wanna know something, kid? Back when I was alive, I had this hat. It was the damn best hat I’ve ever owned. Wore it every day. But then I lost it… and I never really got over it.” Seeing the curious glint in your eyes, Husk smiled. Just a little. “Yeah. It still hurts me, y’know? Every time I see a sinner down here with a similar hat, I feel the pain all over again.”

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Bonus: You and Husk surprised each other with a new hat and a new shirt. You became more than just drinking buddies in no time. :)

[darkpeacemusic]

Creepypasta Headcanons: Bloody Painter

(TW: Murder, bullying, and child abuse)

Helen Delilah Otis was born on October 1st, 1992 to Cassandra and Joseph Otis.

Growing up, he had a lot of pressure due to his parents’ high expectations and control.

He was often emotionally abused and forced to dress like a girl and was treated like a girl since his parents wanted a daughter and not a son.

It wasn't until he was six years old that his parents decided to dress him like a boy when he started school.

Even after that, his parents continued to abuse him behind closed doors by criticizing him and insulting him just for being born as a male instead of a female.

As a result, he grew as a quiet kid and was bullied a lot by his peers since he mostly preferred to be by himself.

He started to draw when he was 8 and they often violent drawings such as him killing his parents and himself hanging from a noose.

As a result of the trauma, he started to become a narcissistic, hateful person who wanted to one day teach all those who hurt him wrong.

His first victim was Tom, his only friend since elementary school who he pushed off the roof.

However, due to a lack of evidence the court decided not to press charges.

He went to an art school after college where he would eventually meet Mary Vaughn who he became one of his closest friends.

2 years later, he would meet Sully Woods who he would end up falling in love with.

He helped Jane and Sully into creating the infamous Jeff the Killer photo while Sully was the one who made up the nickname.

While at first, Helen laughed about it, he would be the only one who secretly regrets his actions after Jeff had later went on a murderous rampage due to the bullying.

Before Jeff had went on his murderous rampage, Helen was sent to a mental hospital due to a series of murders he committed in his college dorms (Sully was at home when it happened while Mary was on a date with Jane).

He would later reunite with both Mary and Sully after Sully had broken him out of the hospital out of fear of Helen getting hurt by Jeff.

He's one of the original members of the Jeff Hunters which was found by Jane and Sully.

He's very smart and can cover his tracks very easily which is why he's the brains of the team.

He's a night owl and a light sleeper.

His favorite color is blue.

He's a neat freak and he hates leaving messes of his crime scene.

He's currently in a love triangle with Judge Angels and Sully.

He had a semi-netural friendship with Clockwork even though he thinks she's too impulsive.

He has a habit of collecting little trinkets and mementos from his victims, much like the little items that often pop up in their surroundings.

His art room has many sculptures he makes from his victims and paintings he makes with his victims' blood. He keeps them as trophies of his murders.

He loves music and will sing along to songs in their head while he paints or draws.

He is non-binary but often prefers he/him pronouns.

He has a daughter named Mona who was an accidental pregnancy when he and Judge Angels got drunk during New Years.

He has autism and he has internalized ableism due to his trauma with his parents who were very ableist towards others with disabilities.

It is unknown what happened to his parents and where they are now but it's been hinted at many times that he murdered both of them prior to him getting into college.

He's secretly a fan of country music and K-Pop.

He's friends with Jane, Mary, and Jessie.

He's netural with Randy because he thinks Randy is too rambunctious.

He's a great cook and he's often the one responsible for making the meals for his team (when Randy is not making pot brownies).

He doesn't like alcohol or smoking very much and he only drinks on special occasions.

He is quite fond of psychological horror films, since they remind him of his own descent into paranoia and madness.

He watches Bob Ross whenever he needs inspiration (which Sully has made fun of many times).

He's a big fan of anime, especially horror anime with creepy imagery.

He also loves to watch Twin Peaks, American Horror Story, Hannibal, Black Mirror, and the X-files.

Though he is not an avid reader in comparison to Judge Angels or Jane, he enjoys the works of H.P. Lovecraft, Victor Hugo, Edgar Allen Poe, and Stephen King.

[fandomworld9728]

King of Hell Adam and Queen of Hell Lucifer au

what does Adam and Lucifer’s kids think of Paimon?

Weirdo owl simping for their mom.

(Keep the asks coming! They're so much fun and really help flesh out the AU! ^-^ )

Now this is a very interesting and mixed batch of thoughts. Thank you for allowing my odd thoughts to be shared on this matter XD

Cain & Abel: (Since they pretty much share a brain) Actually think it's pretty hilarious. This guy thinking he can get with their angelic parent and bending over backwards to try and impress them. Sometimes they test how much they can get away with around Paimon and what requests they can con him into fulfilling because of his affections for Lucifer.

Emily: Has not yet met Paimon though she's a fairly open minded and loving person. So, she's more than likely to see it as something adorable at first. Honestly, she might become his favorite out of all the children of the King and Queen if they ever met.

Asmodeus: Not his place to judge. So long as Paimon doesn't try and force Lucifer into anything then he'll sit back and watch the show. Sometimes having to keep things civil as one of the Ars Goetia himself. It gives him an odd sort of perspective for both sides.

Beelzebub: She can take him or leave him. Loves his style and how devoted he is to their family. Not a fan of how much of a stick in the mud he is.

Mammon: He LOVES this man. Looks up to Paimon almost as much as Paimon loves Lucifer. Asked him to be his mentor and takes all his lessons to heart.

Leviathan: Freaks him out. Keep that weird bird man away from him.

Satan: 10/10 punchable face. Every time Paimon opens his mouth, he just wants to send the guy through a wall. He isn't even 100% as to why but he does. And with Adam encouraging him why should he stop thinking like that?

Belphegor: Finds him extremely boring. You thought this girl was tired before? Oh boy. If she ever has trouble sleeping, she'll call Paimon up and ask him to just start talking. About anything. She'll be out in a matter of seconds.

Charlie: Divided on how she feels about Paimon. On one hand, he's been a great help and friend to their family. On the other... he creeps her out about how much he tries to become Lucifer's second husband.

However, they can all agree on one thing. This weird owl man needs to tone it down. A lot.

[doveatheart]

Hi, I have a request:

Could you write Human GN reader x Angel Dust (platonic)?

The reader is a young and shy human with magic skills (like John Constantine, if this is a help for reference) and when they try to do a ritual, they make a mistake, fall in Hell, where they meet Angel. When they see him, they run away, think he want to harm them, for to find out than Angel want to help them.

This is so specific, I know, but I want some hurt to comfort from one of my favorite character. And I hope this kind of request is not bother you

Thank you and Bye

A/n : Omg I’m actually excited. Ahhhhh. Ty for requesting! This doesn’t bother me at all. Sorry that I changed a few things, just seemed to fit better. Hope you enjoy!

One thing leads to another~

Angel Dust x g!n human reader

(Platonic relationship)

Warnings- Uhm rituals, unholy stuff, Mentions of bl00d, cursing, I think that’s it… Enjoy!

Update September 27, 2024 - Rewrote some lines to fit the plot better.

P.t. 1- Meeting THE Angel Dust *Already here* P.t. 2- “You aren’t gonna believe the day I had.”

You had always been a very cautious person. But when it came to your bestie Finch,(You can choose any name but that’s what came to my mind) You would die for them. When you made a friend, you would be loyal to the grave. So when they suggested some questionable things, who were you to judge. They suggested it in the afternoon when you got off your part-time job as a magician. You two often met then since you worked only two buildings away from each other. You walked down the stone steps that led to a nice fountain that you sat at.

“Hey (Y/n). I saw this cool thing in a dark book in the library. Wanna see?” Finch then placed the book on your lap and convinced you to open it.

You flipped to the bookmarked page with a sigh. You skimmed the page, reading about a ritual that could summon someone from Hell to grant you one wish. Sure it was far fetched, with a bunch of offerings, but it seemed fake. What’s the harm in a little bit of blood and fake rituals… You needed some fun anyway. You have no plans so sure.

“Soooooooo, whatcha’ thinkkkk? You wanna try?” Finch asked politely.

“Ya know what? Sure. Why not. I got no plans tonight anyway.” You replied giving the book back. They looked surprised. Who were you to say no to your Best friend.

“OKAY! Meet me at my house at 8:30 SHARP. See you then!” Finch then skipped away like the little kid they are.

What did you get yourself into…

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You walked on the sidewalk up to Finch’s house after you stupidly accepted their offer on messing with the fabric of life itself. You know, not a big deal. You waved off the thoughts creeping in your head about how dangerous this could be. Before you knuckles could graze the wood of their door, Finch opened it. They wore a black hooded cloak and held a candle.

“Uhhh- Hey. What’s with the uhh, That.” You pointed to their outfit.

“Do not question the ways of this ritual. Young one.” They said ominously.

“We are the same age.” You said walking in.

You immediately noticed the candles on the floor and across the room. It was dark though. What’s the logic on that? You question. The curtains were closed, lights off and book on a cake stand.

”Cake stand?” You questioned.

“It was the next best thing I had to a Pedestal!” Finch defended.

“Okay okay,” You throw up your hands.

You set your bag down softly and said,

“So what we doin’?”

“Sit down. All you have to do is sit down right here.” They said.

“Yea.” You sat down on a pillow, just barely missing a candle.

Finch then took a knife and cut both of your wrists. The warm blood trailed down your arm and then splashed into a little vial. They did some weird voodoo stuff and then they whispered some shit. You vision then went blurry. Finch then noticed the faraway look on your face.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” She shook your shoulders. The last thing you saw was you friends sinister face.

She had sacrificed you.

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Hot, so very hot. Red. Yelling, fighting, Screaming. You instantly recognized all these. Your Father/Mother taught you to analyze your situation. Your eyes darted from… creature to creature. Maybe it was your personality, or it was the shock of being, where ever you are, but you backed into a corner of an alley and breathed.

“Where am I? How do I get out-“ you asked before getting interrupted.

“Your in Hell Toots.” You spun around so fast it made you a little woozy. You looked at the tall, thing. He had white fur, two different colored eyes, four arms and you only measured up to his waist.

“Damnit small genes” you cursed to yourself. Then you replayed what he said in your mind. Hell? Shoot. Your fight or flight kicked in, you were far to tiny to take on this massive thing, and plus his arms could hold you in place. You made a mad dash out into the streets of hell.

“Hey-!” The spider called. For some reason, which was unknown to him, he chased you. Of course on his long legs he caught up with you in a flash. His hand wrapped around your wrist. You fought against his grip, but he was to strong. “It’s okay, calm down.” The spider said soothingly. He knew it was overwhelming. “Take a deep breath.” You calmed down. “Hey ya good now?” He asked.

“Yeah…” you said. Your shy personality didn’t let you speak higher than a whisper. The spider smiled a sharp white grin.

“There ya go.” He let go of your wrist. “Angel dust. Famous adult show star. Pleasure to meet ya.” He held out one of his four hands.

“I- I’m (Y/N).” You took his hand.

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* Time skip cause I’m lazy…*

Angel Dust proved to be a trustworthy person. You were a little rough on the edges because of Finch, That piece of shit backstabber. You pretty much had trauma from their disregard of your friendship. Angel would comfort you on nights you thought you had no one, and make sure to tell you he would never do that. Some nights he would cuddle (not in a weird way) just so you could vent your emotions. In return, you were there for his good and bad days at work. You stayed at the Hazbin Hotel, a place that plans to redeem sinners to combat the exterminations happening every year. You met its staff, Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Nifty and even the Famous Radio Demon.

“DON’T make any deals with him.” Angel warned.

Angels P.O.V. Real quick

I had just gotten here for my first shift. Val asked me to meet him in Vox’s tower. I clicked the button for the top floor of the Voxtech building, and whipped out my phone, taking a sip of my smoothie that sat in one of my four arms. The elevator dinged that I have arrived at my floor. I walked out and pushed open the door that said ‘Vox CEO of Voxtech’ on it.

“Mornin’ Val-“ I lifted my head from my phone screen to see Val on the couch with Velvet, and Vox looking at cameras on his monitors. I looked closer to see (Y/N) walking through the Mall with Charlie.

“Hello Angel cakes.” Valentino purred.

“Why you lookin’ at (Y/N).” I questioned Vox.

“Ahhh, no reason.” Vox said clicking off the camera.

This probably had something to do with (Y/N) bring a human. They couldn’t help it. They fell down like that. I don’t even know how they fell down here…

I knew something didn’t smell right.

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Your P.O.V.

“Charlie, I’m gonna go in this store really quick.” You said straying away from the princess.

“Okay be back soon!” She said cheerfully.

You walked in and instantly were tackled. Strong men held you down prevented you from screaming by holding a cloth to your mouth. You thrashed around but nothing stunned them. Your vision went blurry when you breathed in the cloths scent. Here we go again. Except this time the last thing you saw were random demons faces, and name tags that said “Voxtech” on their shirt.

A/n- Thank you for reading! Will be posting a part two hopefully soon. My requests are open, so ask away. Love y’all 🤍