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werezmastarbucks · 4 years ago

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honeymoon landing

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 3236

music: blood on the leaves by kanye west

warnings: choking

author’s notes: OUT OF SPITE, I want you to know this is a rewritten chapter. the first variant was ANNIHILATED by tumblr which is whatever. this story is the background/prequel to my three-part shot more like honeymoon. the idea of the prison world simply didn’t let go of me.

again, shoutout to my partner in crime @stfudipz who gets me and Kai like nobody else

As soon as you landed, it landed on you. The realization.

Sometimes it dawns after a while, sometimes it creeps up gradually like a snake, but that time you knew what you’ve done a second after the ethereal white glow of the portal ceased.

Transportation was painless and didn’t feel like anything. Not a buzz in your fingers, no lightness in your limbs. You wouldn’t get motion sickness. Another type of sickness settled, when you felt Kai wiggle away from under your arm.

You were startled, and at the same time, your head was absolutely clear, which was not true about the sky.

First of all, it was cast.

Second of all, you were shocked Damon did that. It hurt you way more than a lot of things could hurt you now. Damon, your friend, your past crush, your protector, your drinking buddy, your safe guy, looked at you the way he has never done before. Like you’ve gone completely mad, and he didn’t recognize you anymore.

Maybe you have.

Third of all, you’d been holding Kai, who was flying with you almost feet first, and now he sprinted away from your arms to stand up, and was frozen, silently, looking up like he suddenly got distracted.

Fourth of all, you were now in the prison world with Kai Parker.

And you understood it well.

You looked at him from the grass, and you didn’t breathe. Run? Stay? Curl and roll? Attack? Play dead?

What made you jump in front of him, was it his face when he realized he’s outpowered, almost gutted, betrayed, and about to be sent to the place he was terrified of? It was the fucker’s face. It was his face when you danced at the Grill, making the history out of one single date you’ve had before you decided he was worth it. He said, how don’t you crawl up the wall with the Boring Faces? and you found it hilarious, and bang, next thing you knew, his tongue was so deep in your throat he could almost tickle your lungs. You had never experienced anything quite like that before. The touch was electric. It was meant to be. You saw it in his eyes, too, he was amazed at how warm the hug was, when everybody stopped dancing and moved away from each other, you wouldn’t let go. The feeling of his arm around your waist, his fives on your back, just touching, was one of the most fulfilling things you’ve experienced in your life. In your romantic mind, perhaps, you thought he was the one, and maybe it wasn’t the love at first sight, but something like the realization at second touch.

He was your own, you knew that, but couldn’t explain. It was knowledge absurd and intimate enough not to share with anyone, and to take quietly, and just let it be. You knew it like you knew the rain falls from up there and down here.

You just couldn’t figure out why you had to have this mass murderer. This unhinged psychopath. This hurt killer who enjoyed inflicting pain on others. This chatty nightmare. On the date, he wouldn’t stop talking about himself, telling you the whole life story, and somehow you still lacked something, still wanted to know more. His hand on your lap felt so natural you enjoyed it like it was the familiar palm of your husband, and it was supposed to be there, and has been, for the last forty years. They way you touched, it felt like you already knew everything about each other.

Why wouldn’t you go with him?

Kai now looked down on you, lying on the ground, and his eyes were crazy mad. You knew he wasn’t all here, and you didn’t even get angry when he asked,

“How could you do that to me?”

“I didn’t send you in, Kai”.

“Your friends”, he whispered. You could see his white knuckles tightening. If he had glass in his hands, he’d cut his palms through.

“Your friends...”

“You’re not alone this time”.

“They did it because of you, Damon had told me to stay away from you...”

“He did it because you’ve been going around beheading people, Kai”.

He didn’t hear you. You got up, completely sober about what is going to be happening right now. Your mind was clear. Only there somewhere, in the back of your mind, queueing, was the horror.

I can’t run away from him here. It is his world. He will completely lose it.

There was sadness standing in line behind fear,

and I can’t have my own because he’s as good as gone.

You got up and ran towards the house, the dark mass here in the night, hoping that back in ‘94, the door was in the same place. You ran towards the entrance, feeling unfamiliar pebble road under your feet. You heard Kai running after you, and before you could think how scary it is, you crashed into something.

The collision was so violent you fell completely black for a moment. You got blinded, although there was not much to see anyway, since the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the mansion stood lightless. It felt like a giant baseball bat hit you with a swing, violently, and tears of pain sprayed out of your eyes. Dumbfounded, you lay on the ground, slowly realizing you ran into a tree. That would not make it into the future. Perhaps Stefan tore it out with the roots in a fit of rage in 1999 or maybe the very 1995. Who knew; your head was spinning. Long, dull sound filled your brain.

Kai picked you up and took you by the hair as you waved your hands, trying to regain the sense of space. You touched your face with one hand and grabbed his fingers with the other; your face was wet with blood.

“Let me go”.

“Running away already? You think I’m gonna let you?”

You’ve never been dragged by your hair before. It was carrying all your weight on the strings of it. It was painful. You took his hand and pulled on it, pulling your legs up, and tried to stop him.

“Kai, stop! Stop where you are!”

He let go of you like you were hurting him. You rolled on the grass, and caught your breath, expecting a punch, but it never came.

Instead, you were left alone on the ground. You rolled onto your back and looked at the sky again. All was quiet.

You sat up, taking in the thick, dense air. It felt like it was going to rain. You got your heavy self up, and, as your eyes finally got used to the night, you walked on towards the house.

The porch, the heavy posh door, the wide hall, all was the same. Salvatore house was older than 90s drama after all. On your left, you felt for the light, and sighed, turning it on.

Then it dawned on you again, although you thought you were already mentally prepared. You were in the 94, and the house was what it used to be back then, and there was no escape from it.

You knew he’d return. Or maybe he wouldn’t. He mentioned it’s quite impossible to die here, so you didn’t worry about him killing himself.

You looked at the big round clock (surprisingly ugly; who was living there at that point? which of the Salvatore nephews?) in the kitchen and saw it was about half past eleven.

Then the silence made you shiver.

The wind outside was still, lying on the ground like a dead serpent. There were no crickets and no mice in between the walls, no bark beetles that used to shuffle cozily at night as you slept here many times.

There was nothing in this world except you, him, and this dark cast sky.

You limped towards the kitchen counter, observing things. A row of mugs was hanging above the sink, and you took one to make yourself some tea or coffee. Who needs so many mugs? There were no less than twenty of them. There were millions of millions of mugs in the world, and exactly half of them, just like half of everything else on this planet, belonged to you.

Think, think think. There was nothing to think about. There is a thing that’s called three foot world, and you were living in it. Right now, your aim was tea to soothe your aching head, and shower. Your body hurt, and you could feel your hair hurt, too. You sobbed a little, out of anger, and because it hurt so much. Part of feeling alive is feeling pain. You frowned, and groaned, and wiped away the tears, cursing under your breath at Kai and the kettle you couldn’t find.

Kettle finally came round, but the boy didn’t.

As you stood over the stove, listening to the water slowly heat, you tried to calm down the buzzing inside your skull.

Damn psycho. Why him.

Jerk

What an asshole, what a miserable selfish douche

You turned around to look over the kitchen, and find the ten differences between then and now. Kai reappeared like a shadow, like a silhouette out of a nightmare. His face changed, his posture - everything. He was a broken man now. He was stooping like a boar, piercing you with his eyes, and you thought for a second that he looked and felt more like a demon rather than a mortal. You haven’t heard him creep up on you, and you could barely see the trace of human in his impedning demeanor as he condemned you silently.

Kai attacked so quickly you barely managed to put out your fists to set them between you and him; he didn’t seem to feel pain, since he has felt it all; he didn’t seem to hear you wail as his hands clutched your shoulders, then crawled up to your neck. You dug your nails into the milk skin of his throat, and he didn’t flinch. You could feel the cage-like muscles of his neck under your fingers as you tried to inflict pain, still uncertain to go for the eyes; but as he started to choke you, you decided that it was either you or him after all.

You completely forgot at that moment that nobody dies in the prison world.

He pushed you towards the stove, nearly leaning you over the heating kettle and the open fire, and you twisted your arm, trying to get it.

“This torture”, he was whispering, as if he was communicating with the demonic spirits piloting whatever he was doing, in his head. Psychopaths. Fucking strong.

“I can’t subject you, too, to that. I am used to this place, but you have no idea...”

You opened your mouth like a fish, your throat squeezed in his palms, and your eyes rolling. Your hand got burned on the red-hot surface of the kettle, and your body twitched. Kai closed his eyes hard, and then opened them.

“The things I will do to you”, he moaned, as if it hurt him more than in hurt you. Anger was rising in you, and probably that’s why you wrapped your palm around the kettle. “If I just keep you dead...”

Swinging your arm back, you crashed it on his head, and Parker released you, yelping in pain and jumping away. You put hands to your face not to let boiling water spill into your eyes. Half-awake, you stooped, fell, rolled and was out of the kitchen.

The forest was useless. It was just a big mass of darkness, with trees everywhere, and as soon as you lost the sight of the house, you lost your senses, too. You had no idea which way was the road. And what did it matter? Not like you could run into the city, it’s too far away on foot, when you’re so incredibly hurt. First five minutes here, and you are in such ridiculous amount of pain you’re surprised how you’re still moving. Your arms are burnt, your throat is all but squashed, your ribs are hurting, your head is aching and spinning, your face is bleeding and your nose feels like it’s broken.

Is that how it’s going to be here? Kai chasing you and torturing you to no end? While having a panic attack? Was he trying to spare you? It looked like he almost cried, it looked like he was trying to suffocate you in spite of him, and in his mind, that could be mercy.

You wanted to groan, but was to weak. The silence was driving you mad: all around, not a spider sigh, no rustle, no bats, no owls, nothing. Windless, lightless hell, dense night, and the moon hiding somewhere.

You leaned on a tree to breathe a little, thinking, he’s going to find you. It’s his reign. He knows every inch of this land. He can walk with his eyes closed and sense you still.

“Y/N”, the distant call finally ended deafening quiet, and you raised your head like a deer.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me!”

Of course you don’t know, you incredible lunatic!

You expected no less of him. Fake aggressor remorse. Mercy my ass. He was just trying to cope with terror.

You moved on, trying to jog, but in the dark, it was almost impossible. Crooking roots in the earth, not much different than what they were back in the future, caught your feet. You stumbled through the thickets, understanding that you’re wandering in only to piss him off, just to do something.

“Y/N!” he sounded closer. Much closer, in fact, like he was spinting, or teleporting. You stood and tried to see with your skin. With your ears. But all there was - the ringing in your brain.

“Y/N!”

“Fuck off!” you shouted before you could slap yourself on the mouth. It just came out, so sincere.

You went again, but you could feel he was close.

“Please, don’t go! Hey, wait!”

There was no other explanation as to how he navigated here, in the dark, burnt with the boiling water, except that he was an actual spirit from hell, assigned to make your life miserable. Why did you go? Why did you go, oh, you had no fucking clue. What made you think inserting yourself into this would be a good idea.

I just didn’t want him to be alone, well, cry me a river, this fucker was about to turn your whole existence into one prolonged bite in the ass. There was a reason he was sent here in the first place after all.

You heard his footsteps too late, but it’s not like you could catch them before. He manifested himself, tap tap tap, like he jumped off a tree, and you bumped right into his open arms.

“No!”

Your hands flew up as you tried to scratch his face, forgetting completely that you had two good knees.

“Wait, wait, stop, no!”

This clusterfuck of a hug was spinning in place until Kai has had enough, and his restricting grasp turned into a desperate embrace of a drowning man.

He put his face right to the back of your head, and you could feel his body, leaning towards yours, as he shivered as if he was crying. All your fighting instincts were put on hold as you listened.

“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me here. I can’t stay here alone”, he whispered, trying to conjure something in you.

There he was again, the boy who made you question everything. His arms tightened around you, because he was afraid. Anger boiled in you.

“Let go of me”, your voice was hoarse.

“No, I can’t”.

“I won’t run, Kai!” you snapped, and it sounded more like a bark. He shuddered like you slapped him on the face, and complied.

You were rubbing your face feverishly, almost whimpering with how much the burnt skin stung. The nose was killing you.

“I don’t know who you think I am, Parker”, you panted. You could see his eyes glow faintly in the dark. You had no idea where the light came from.

“But I’m not your fucking family. I’m not leaving”.

He could do this thing with his face, that made him look like he was a seventeen years old boy puppy, which would break just about anyone, except, maybe, Damon. Kai was so full of shit.

“Stay with me”, he said quietly like he didn’t hear you. You went on,

“But if you wanna pull your murderous shit on me, you gotta know one thing. Once I bounce back, I’m gonna give you as much hell as you give me, you got it?”

He nodded, although he certainly didn’t get it.

“Seriously, if you hurt me, I’ll retaliate so hard you’ll be wishing you were here alone”.

“Nothing is as bad as being here alone”, he said seriously.

You felt the air painfully clogging in your lungs. You opened your mouth to say something and was cut off, by the weirdest sensation, like you were stung with a needle full of drug all of a sudden.

You blinked, not understanding what’s happening.

Kai was looking at you, perplexed and careful, like he was ready to charge if you run again. You touched your face, made fists and undid them. Suddenly, your head was clear again, and you felt completely full of energy, like you really could run to the very Mystic Falls.

“What the hell?”

“It must be midnight”.

You touched the back of your head, where he pulled your hair, and it didn’t hurt anymore, either.

“Your body reset”.

“And yours?”

“Mine, too”.

“Y/N...”

“Wait a minute. It’s going to be happening every night?”

“There’s no every night”, he moaned, “there’s only tonight. Again and again. That’s why I tried to kill you, I guess. I don’t really... I don’t know why, by the way”, he started pacing, rubbing the hard tree skin like it could help him, “I don’t want you to go through this. You don’t know what it’s like here”.

You blinked with your dry eyes. You were still mad.

“Which way is the house?”

He pointed behind your back.

“Suck it up, Parker”, you said. “You’re a powerful coven leader now, aren’t you? You’re gonna find the way out of here”.

You walked back slowy, feeling your way around in the twilight, until you were back on the Salvatore yard. You didn’t hear his footsteps, like he was a bloody ghost, but Kai was following you all the way down, defeated, which didn’t bring you much pleasure. Stepping into the house, you looked back at him.

“If you touch me while I sleep...”

“I know, you’ll scratch my eyes out”, he said. Parker regained his composure and was straight and menacing as usual, like nothing happened. He bounced back quickly, too. He kept gazing at you, standing in the doorframe, a symbol of unwanted intervention, like a vampire.

“What?” you finally asked.

“Just wondering why Damon would send you here, while he knows what I’m capable of. Do you think he cares about you at all?”

You licked your lips.

“You should be thanking him. I’m the only one who cares about you”.

He was taken aback.

Yeah, take that, villain boy. Pretty soon he’ll learn what it feels like, to be taken care of. That’ll show him.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #vampire diaries imagine #vampire diaries #tvd imagine

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fridaydev-draws · 4 years ago

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could we like 👉👈 get some smol juniper content? my brain wants some background info

Of course! You know I love to ramble, and this is going to be a long-ish post. It has everything to do with the hows an what’s of Juniper’s childhood, so get ready for full-on backstory mode with!! a lot!! of words!!!!

Initially, as mentioned in the picture above, Juniper first spawned in the nether as a kind of hostile mob. Still in her early days, there was one fateful day when a young man dressed in green crossed her path.

He was holding a piglin child by the hand and both were walking towards an object she had never seen before: a portal. Of course, her first instinct was to follow and attack. She ran as fast as her legs could take her, crossing the purple threshold into an unknown land.

Upon reaching the other end, she was blinded by the bright sunlight; She found herself in a completely different place, which had a bright blue sky and vibrant green grass, she saw strange new trees and strange new animals. Beautiful wasn’t a strong enough word to describe it.

By the time she finished looking around, the man and the piglin were quite far away from her. She gave chase again, but didn’t feel as compelled to hurt them anyomre. From afar, she saw the man call for another young boy, dressed in a bright yellow sweater, who seemed to be waiting for him whilst guarding their supplies.

She hid herself behind a tree, in an effort to try and study these new beings. She accounted for the man and the piglin, but couldn’t seem to find the human boy anymore. That was, until she heard a small voice talk right besides her, “Hello! who might you be?”

Startled, the young girl bared her teeth and sword at him, unable to understand what he was saying. The boy however, was undeterred.

“You seem upset, here! Have some yellow!” he exclaimed as he threw a total of 13 sunflowers at her feet. She stared at him, then at the flowers, then at him again and finally decided to take them. The boy smiled and was about to say something else, but the strong voice of the man in green cut him off by calling for him to return. He said something else to her, most likely a goodbye, yet all her attention was caught by the beautiful flowers in her tiny hands.

The day went by and the small family made their way to a new place, filled with large dark trees, giant brown and red mushrooms, and most importantly, a village. The little one tailed right behind them, each moment more and more enticed to learn about everything she saw. Night fell, and new creatures appeared around her. None however, tried to hurt her. The family refuged themselves in one of the houses, while she made herself at home on a little nook next to a huge tree. She let her head rest on a nest of sunflowers, and slept through the night, she slept so long that she missed the departure of the family in the early morning.

She was awakened rudely, by a green sickly-looking crature swiping at her. It got to her twice, before a literal iron giant came to her aid, chucking the monster to the sky. Afraid it might try to hurt her, she offered it a sunflower, just like the happy boy from before had done for her. The golem took it and held it in it’s hand, going back to the village, looking back to her so she would follow.

She gathered herself and jumped onto her feet, completely unaware her appearance had changed a significant lot throughout the night. The village took her in, dressed her in new clothes and taught her multiple skills like farming, reading, cooking, and potion-making. She received her name from the village librarian: Juniper, which has a symbolic value of strength and protection against evil people, but also of metaphysical creatures such as evil spirits and diseases.

.She would spend her whole life helping out the village, even when she was older and moved a little further away, deeper into the forest. She never stopped thinking about the green man, the yellow boy and the young piglin.

#answered #dsmp big sister au #BSAU! Juniper #fanart #wilbur mcyt #techno mcyt #philza #dadza #piglin techno #little Wilbur #fanfic #dsmp fanfic #text #my art

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of-elves-and-mad-hatters · 4 years ago

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“The Azure Sky” - Chapter 3 - Lego Elves

Shadows to the Brightest Flame: Series

- The legacy of Lumia’s influence is scarred eternally into the lands of Elvendale. Burdened by a prophecy foretelling her demise and need for a successor, she watches for one capable of such power. Yet her enemies are working steadily to undo all she’s labored so long for, and it is millenia too late to make peace.

Emily Jones, heir to Eimileen, is a bold girl dedicated to protecting Elvendale, but the world she has grown so fond of is not so black and white as it seems, and the titles of Guardian of Portal and Guardian of Light may hold darker legacies some ancient elves have worked tirelessly to hide.

In conjunction with the extended version of the Guardian of Light prophecy I wrote previously

Basically a rewrite of all of the Lego Elves & Secrets of Elvendale storylines with an additional arc beyond the Season 4: Into the Shadows. There will be a varying degree of deviation from canon.

Technically a crossover with Lord of the Rings/Hobbit/Silmarillion in terms of worldbuidling, as I set Elvendale as being north of Middle-Earth, cause this is fanfic and I can. So there will be mentions of the Noldor, Sindar, Silvan, and some Tolkien characters, but they will be mostly background. Definitely not an issue if you aren’t familiar with the Middle-Earth fandom; everything will still be easy to understand.

Book 1: The Azure Sky

Grieving over the unexpected death of her grandmother, Emily Jones is accidentally trapped in another world. Befriending a few young elves in an attempt to find her way home, Emily discovers many secrets about her grandmother’s past, but for every truth she learns two more questions take its place, leaving her vulnerable to darker force inhabiting this realm.

A rewrite of Unite the Magic

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

The walls of the spacious cove shimmer softly as the gentle waves reflect light back upon them. Into the rough surface are carved little alcoves and shelves, dotted with a great decree of bottles and boxes. It is cluttered in such a way that seems intentional, like how fantasy movie set might be arrayed.

An elf sits elegantly by the water. Even from her position, it is clear she is tall, willowy. Her skin is pale, almost glowing with silvery undertones. Her hair and eyes mimic the bright colors of the ocean water. She turns to greet them with a small smile, poised like a water spirit from some ancient mythology.

“Naida! This is Emily! She’s a human from the portal of the Sisters and she needs our help to get home!” Aira squeals.

Naida raises an eyebrow ever so slightly, but seems to ignore Aira’s outburst. She resumes her polite smile. “Blessing to meet you Emily,” she says softly, “I’m Naida Riverheart, though I’m sure my friends have already told you all about me.”

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Emily replies.

The water elf motions for them to sit, to which they oblidge. Naida takes a long look at Emily, her expression now neutral. “Now,” she begins, turning to watch Farran, “Perhaps you should all start from the beginning.”

“Well, I was walking along heading to Farran’s treehouse and then one of the trees started glowing blue, and like there was this magic forming this circle, and then this girl falls through the portal. So I introduce myself, cause that was awesome, and I realized she was human, wearing weird clothes and didn’t know anything about elves, so I figured she must be from that human world the Great Sisters built a portal to. Aira thinks so too.” Azari’s smile of excitement spreads even wider across her face, always having been one allured by adventure.

Naida listens. “Is it true? Did you really come through one of the gates of the Sisters?”

Emily shrugs shyly. “I don’t know, I don’t even know where I am, much less anything about elves or portals or whoever the Sisters are. All I know is that after my grandmother passed away last week she gave me her amulet, and then I wandered in her garden, this old tree I had never noticed before started glowing, and I ended up here.” She pauses, her curiosity getting the better of her, “Who are the Great Sisters?”

“The Great Sisters were five elves who made a considerable impact on the history of northern Elvendale. Their parents were some of the first elves to settle up here, back when the lands were far less explored and far more isolated from the rest of Elvendom. The eldest four were powerful mages, each devoted to a different element. The fifth had very little magic, but she had an open and kind heart, and was cherished dearly by her sisters. Together they accomplished many things, which are told among our people. However their last deed was to create two portals, one leading to the origin realm of humankind, and the other leading back here. The first sister was chosen to guard the doorway leading to Earth, and the fifth was sent to Earth to guard the door returning to Elvendale.

After that, the Sisters each went their own ways. The second returned to her husband, the third and fourth sought their own fortunes in the still unexplored wilds. They faded from the prominence they once held, divided among themselves and withering from some of the more controversial reactions to their creation of the portals.

Nuala, the second Sister and my grandmother, never explained much beyond that, though I have heard rumors that the fifth sister fell in love with a human and forsook her immortality, but Nuala would never confirm or deny it.” Naida tilts her head curiously. “I suppose it is possible you could be her descendant, though I worry what the implications would be should that knowledge spread extensively.”

“Perhaps we should bring this to Nuala,” Farran suggests quietly.

Naida catches Farran’s gaze, but shakes her head slightly. “She, along with Onas and my parents, are still up in Esandosa for the forseeable future. I do not think it would be wise to bring this to their attention until we can learn more.” She looks at Emily thoughtfully. The elf rises and retrieves a large wooden box from one of the many alcoves along the cavern wall. She unlocks and opens the lid, revealing a long, rolled up scroll. “Here, Emily,” she says softly, “Why don’t you open this?”

Emily takes it from her, frowns. It feels somehow like a test, though of what or how she has no idea. She unrolls the parchment, flinching as the old paper protests the handling. Upon the surface is sketched a simple map of what looks to be at least part of Elvendale. In contrast, a detailed and out of scale castle is drawn on the upper part of the page, which glows as though a candle were being held behind the paper.

“I see a castle,” she offers, feeling somehow in the moment that is the right response.

Naida gives an approving smile, coming to stand over her shoulder. “And I see a key,” she replies, and indeed, a drawing of a key does appear on the page, glowing as well with just a slight tinge of blue.

The other elves immediately crowd them, and three additional keys present themselves on the map. In a blank box on the right hand of the page, runes appear. Azari excitedly takes the parchment, clearing her voice to read.

“To the wanderer ensnared from another plane

Mortal lost among the ageless fae

Four elements must unite and concede

Or from this realm you’ll never be freed.”

Naida turns to Emily, “It seems you really did come through the Sisters’ portal. With that understanding, it would be best we return you there with some urgency.”

The human nods in agreement, though her mind wonders about the unspoken implications of that statement, and those concerning the tale of the Great Sisters.

How much danger is she really in, just by being here?

Maybe that is mere paranoia speaking, but maybe that shouldn’t be disregarded either. She walks in a land with immortals, magic, and likely other things beyond her imagining. Paranoia may be what she needs to stay alive.

#lego elves #unite the magic #emily jones #naida riverheart #farran leafshade #azari firedancer #aira windwhister #fanfiction #fanfic #elvendale

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meggannn · 4 years ago

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Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to go into it, but I wanted to ask, what did Bryan K. do? I tried Google and Tumblr search and even took a look on your blog (to be fair on mobile) but I got nothing.

i don’t follow him so i don’t know if he’s done anything recently, and i’m not sure what you’ve heard. if i had to guess why people are upset with him, aside from being a white guy heading a series about a pan-asian world, and the mediocre and occasionally offensive writing throughout LOK (not all of which I’m sure he is directly responsible for, but as a creative head, he still bears responsibility for) i would guess the reason why is because:

BK annoyed a lot of people just following LOK’s b4 finale, and i personally never really forgot it, so it is the one thing i'll remember when thinking about him, personally. people who were around in 2014 LOK fandom, or at least 2014 tumblr LOK fandom, will probably think of this interaction when they think of him.

when asami and korra ended LOK by holding hands, there was a lot of confusion—from all parts of fandom, including tumblr—on if walking into a spirit portal holding hands “counted” as becoming a couple or not. some people pointed out that kataang ended ATLA the same way ks did—alone together, looking at each other; criticizers thought that the difference was that kataang clearly kissed and ks didn’t, making it more ambiguous; other people thought the parallel was clear enough; other people thought that if it was meant to be clear, why not show ks kissing like kataang anyway? it went back and forth. ks shippers took the ending as confirmation, or as close to confirmation as fans were likely to get, but plenty of other people of ALL backgrounds were confused and/or irritated that the “lead up” could—and had been—mistaken for asami becoming korra’s best friend, not a developing romance. (i might as well admit i'm not biased, i fell on this side, but my interpretation of the fandom response here is that people were irritated not because they didn’t want ks to happen, but because they felt good representation shouldn’t have to be debated.)

BK and MDD both posted on tumblr to confirm ks was canon shortly after the finale: here’s MDD’s and here’s BK’s. this pair of lines from BK’s post stood out to a lot of people:

I love how their relationship arc took its time, through kindness and caring. If it seems out of the blue to you, I think a second viewing of the last two seasons would show that perhaps you were looking at it only through a hetero lens.

for people who thought that ks’s buildup was less buildup and more like a few scattered scenes of two dissimilar people occasionally talking, the last line in particular really pissed people off, because, of course, a lot of tumblr fandom is not cis or heterosexual—in fact, you’d be hard-pressed to find large groups of online fans less likely to be cishet anywhere else than here on tumblr. so it’s pretty rich for a white, (presumably) cishet guy to join tumblr, the fandom space that is most likely to be filled with the groups he is trying to portray, and finger-wag to them having “heterosexual goggles” instead of maybe reading the room from LGBT fans who felt that there was very little overt bulid-up to the wlw endgame ship, and no canon acknowledgment they were in a relationship, not even getting into very rocky, misery porn-esque “arc” for the brown woman who made up one half of the relationship. korra’s torture throughout the last book-and-a-half made this exchange feel pretty sour for me, personally; i felt like they wanted to showcase their wlw relationship, which as explained had arguable buildup, just to get people to ignore the fact that korra was miserable for the past three years and one of her ending takeaway lessons was that she “had to suffer to learn how to be compassionate.”

i’m of the opinion that you could, if you wanted, ignore the ks “romance” entirely while watching the show: it had no effect on the characters’ arcs or other relationships, which to me makes this “word of god” response pretty irritating and a bit tactless. one argument is that good lgbt content shouldn’t be ignorable, and shouldn’t need confirmation by the creators after the show is over to determine if it actually “happened.”

do not quote me on this, but i recall reading somewhere way back when that nickelodeon was actually pretty supportive of ks happening when bryke pitched it. meaning that the decision not to overtly portray ks the way they did other m/f ships and make it more ““subtle”” was entirely a creative choice. i’m not sure i still have that article or interview, but maybe @baelor has it somewhere

so that’s one reason i know some people will always be annoyed with BK; i’m not sure if there are any other specific incidents. lately, I’ve seen people—myself included—irritated with bryke for being white men writing about asian characters and an asian world, like i mentioned in the first paragraph. it sounds like they have understood this is a problem and have addressed it with the kyoshi novels, teaming with an asian writer, but i don’t know if they’ll follow suit for the live action series.

i do think that had ATLA interest not been revitalized in the form of both the netflix acquisition and the live action series (which he is heading...), he might have passed into eventual fandom obscurity, with only people who negatively remember this tumblr interaction thinking of him with irritation. now that racial representation is being demanded and expected at all more levels of the creative process for big-budget shows and films, i do expect both he and MDD are probably going to be getting some more heat. (to be clear i’m not, like, happy this is happening, i just see it as an inevitability.)

#Anonymous #askbox #bryke #megan talks about korra

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patrickstargang · 4 years ago

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Forgotten Past, Hidden Future (Legend of Korra fic)

Chapter 1: Looking In The Wrong Places

Chapter 2: Lucky To Have You

Chapter 3: A Lot To Learn

Chapter 4: Kya’s Story

Chapter 5: A Tale of Miazu

Chapter 6: The Avatar’s Love

Final Chapter: The Mural

The dining hall was alive with chatter, but this time it wasn’t just the Air Nomads. The room was filled to the brim with familiar faces. Friends, family, teachers, all together. A jovial feeling was permeating from every corner of the room. This was all after a very important day and a very important decision. Tenzin stood up, ready to make a speech like he usually does (though his speeches are usually for the other Air Nomads).

“Before we get the night started, I wanted to give my greatest gratitude to Korra. Because today she has helped shape the Earth Kingdom in a way that will affect its people for generations to come. Not only has she helped bring a proper restoration to decades of Earth Kingdom history, but now the Earth Kingdom has abolished its laws against open sexuality. We still have a long way to go before it's whole again, but these changes are getting them on the right track to a society that cares for its people rather than upholding the status quo. To Avatar Korra…… we are all truly thankful.”

The room roared with applause. Korra saw all the smiling faces turn her way, she even noticed Bolin trying his best not to be a blubbering mess. Mako and Opal were trying their best to keep him together. Korra also saw Kya, who she noticed was tearing up. She knew she was proud of her. It dawned on her that all that work she put into what was, at first, a simple curiosity was going to change things for the better.

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The celebration found its way out to the courtyard, it was later in the day and the dusk was coming over the city.

“I can’t believe you were out there changing the world AGAIN and you didn’t bring us along!” Bolin sounded surprised but in reality, he was just disappointed he didn’t get to go on another adventure.

Korra tried to contain her laughter. Asami, right by her side, was trying to do the same. “Believe me, you didn’t miss much,” said Korra through chuckles. “It was just a bunch of meetings and negotiations with Wu.”

“I mean, yeah….but still we could have been there to support you or something!”

“It's ok, I had Asami there with me. Sometimes it feels shes a better diplomat then I am.”

Asami nudged her on the side. “Hey don’t sell yourself short.”

“She's right.” Tenzin brought himself into the group. “After today, I remembered when you first came to Republic City.”

Korra winced at the thought of that first speech she made, it feels like an embarrassing memory from ages ago.

“But now, your helping settle civil issues for an entire nation, that's something worth celebrating.”

“Exactly!” Bolin added.

Korra laughed again, it was hard to comprehend how much she actually has done in such a short amount of time. Even with her three-year absence the reality of her impact on the world was starting to set in.

Kya also joined in on the group conversation. “Yeah, you kids did pretty well out there.”

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without your meditation techniques.”

Kya had a prideful but joking smirk on her face. Tenzin gave Kya a confused look, considering he was the one always trying to get Korra to meditate. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders. She was trying not to giggle at Tenzin’s slow realization.

Korra glanced at Kya, darting her eyes to the side. It felt she was giving her a silent signal. Kya gave her a knowing smile. “By the way Tenzin, I think Varrick got his hands on one of the glider suits. Said something about flying off the tower?”

“Again!?” Tenzin raced off, Bolin went with him just in case he needed help. Kya stayed behind, she looked at Korra and gave her an approving nod. Then she followed Tenzin and the others.

Korra took Asami’s hand as they made their way over to a private spot, the balcony overlooking the spirit portal. There were fond memories associated with this spot, like that day they agreed to take a vacation to the Spirit World. It meant something special to both of them.

“Did you just want to get some alone time?” Asami asked.

“Well, yes but there was something I wanted to tell you.” Korra’s face became serious but still affectionate.

“While I was talking to Kyoshi, I learned a lot more than just Earth Kingdom history. She told me a lot, like how Avatars aren’t the only people in the Spirit World. Apparently, everyone goes there after they die.”

“Everyone?”

Korra nodded. This little bit of information had some massive implications. Then Asami began to realize something.

“So, does that mean my mom and dad are in the Spirit World?”

Korra nodded again, she could sense a feeling of surprise and relief come over Asami.

“But that wasn’t the only thing Kyoshi told me. While I was there, she said that it was important to appreciate the ones I cared for, the ones I loved, while they were still with me. She said that while I have a responsibility as the Avatar, I should take the time to be with others. And I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately, now that all this Earth Kingdom diplomacy stuff is over.”

“Korra,” Asami said softly. She felt breathless.

Korra looked off to the side. “Gosh, I feel so silly. I haven’t even thought this through. I was only thinking about it this morning….but I know I can’t wait any longer.”

Korra got down on one knee. Asami’s eyes widened. Korra held her hand with a great deal of tenderness.

“I love you Asami, and I want to be a part of your life. I know this is all so sudden but I’ve had this feeling for quite some time now. It's hard to think about what life will be like years from now, but I want to be there with you for every step of the way.”

There was a long pause. Korra began to hear sniffling and laughing.

“Well, I guess it's my turn to cry today.”

Korra slowly got back up, still holding on to Asami’s hand. She waited patiently for a response. “So…...what do you say?”

“Honestly,” Asami reached for something in her left pocket, still trying to wipe away tears. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She pulls out a small black jewelry case. Korra’s eyes widen, it feels like her heart has stopped.

“I’ve had it with me for two weeks now. I just wasn’t sure when the time would be right.”

Korra could feel tears welling up, but they would finally release when she saw what was inside. It wasn’t an ordinary ring. The designs around showed many different Water Tribe symbols, but at the center was a metallic drawing of Naga. It was meticulous, like it was handcrafted. She could feel her tears dripping onto her hands.

“Wow,” Korra was at a loss for words. Korra began to laugh softly, but it was overpowered by her weakening voice. “I guess it's my turn to cry as well.”

They both laughed, trying to keep themselves collected. Korra buried her face in her hands. “Gosh, I feel so stupid. You made me this absolutely beautiful ring and I don’t even have anything to show for-”

Asami moved Korra’s hands away from her face and kissed her deeply. They held onto each other as they simmered in the moment. As their lips parted, they stared into each other's eyes. After a moment, Asami was the first to speak.

“You don’t need to get me anything. Being with you is a great enough gift as it is. Oh, and to answer your question…… my answer is yes. I want to be a part of your life too. And I promise I will always be there for you.”

They held onto each other for a long time, both red in the face and smiling almost non stop. No matter what doubts the future might bring, at that moment it felt like everything was right in the world. The only sounds now were the wind, Korra and Asami’s soft breathing as they embraced, and Bolin weeping tears of joy in the background as he and Tenzin returned in the middle of their proposal.

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The Maizu Memorial Site wasn’t on the grounds of the village since it was still converted into a mining town. But there was still a mostly untouched part of the woods in the Earth Kingdom that became the Memorial Site. It showed the history of Maizu while also promoting the traditions and culture of the original villagers. During this time, many who used to live in Maizu were making their way back, not just to see the site but to celebrate the abolishing of the old laws.

Korra and Asami took a vacation to see the site, along with Kya who felt like going down memory lane. It was early in the day, just the time before the crowds would get bigger. Korra and Asami were taking a trail that leads to a part of the Memorial Site that was dedicated to Avatar Kyoshi. Kya decided to stay behind to meet with old friends from her first visit to Maizu.

They held hands while they traveled down the trail, smiling the same way that they did when they first proposed to one another. When they finally arrived, they found a mural painted onto the smoothed side of a mountain. The left side showed Kyoshi in her iconic Avatar appearance, protecting the villagers of Maizu. It was grandiose, evoking the struggle to keep the village alive during its hardest times. And on the right side, it showed Kyoshi as she was. Without the makeup and headpiece, without the stoic appearance. She was accompanied by Rangi and Koko as a young girl.

Asami and Korra looked at the mural fondly, they felt the warmth of each other but also a relieving sense that this history can finally be known to everyone in the Earth Kingdom. They knew it couldn't be erased anymore. In front of the mural was a wooden board, that read:

“This mural is dedicated to Kyoshi, the Earth Avatar, and the Sacred Protector of Maizu. But this mural is also dedicated to the ones she loved. To her daughter Koko, and to Rangi, her bodyguard, teacher, and wife.”

Korra and Asami kept their grip on to one another. Just like Kyoshi and Rangi, they began to realize that they were inseparable. Korra knew that, no matter what happens next, Asami would always be there. And Asami knew that Korra would be there for her.

“I don’t think I want to go back yet,” Asami said playfully. “Let's stay here for a little bit.”

Korra gave her a little nod. They decided to sit down, in the same way that they did when they were meditating with Kya. But there was one difference. They were still holding onto each other.

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kathyprior4200 · 5 years ago

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Hazbin Hotel: That’s (Alastor’s) Entertainment!

“The Pilot is here! Follow Alastor, the Radio Demon as he pursues his goals of taking over Hell and messing with demons to keep his reputation intact. After seeing Princess Charlie announce her plan to rehabilitate sinners at her hotel, he arrives at the hotel to assist her. Along the way he meets porn film star Angel Dust and Charlie’s devoted girlfriend Vaggie. While Alastor seeks out new forms of entertainment, he also seems to have more sinister plans in mind.”

The scene started with black curtains opening to a silhouette of a city. The words SpindleHorse Presents was written in white cursive before fading away.

The building shadows were against a gray background with eye designs on it.

A man with a radio voice sang a song.

“At the end of the tunnel, there’s craziness.”

A figure of a person was falling downwards through the darkness until ending at a tunnel of light. Shadows of demons falling into Hell were shown: Baxter, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty, Robo Fizz, and others.

“And to meet me, how often one dies…”

A silhouette of a human man with glasses and short hair looked to the left, speaking from a microphone with one hand while using a knife in the other. To the far left were cowering human silhouettes. A white smile shape was shown were the man’s mouth was.

The man turned to the right in a running motion where a shadow of a policeman, a hunter and a growling dog were staring at him. The dog bared its shadow teeth and the two men aimed long shadow guns at him. Black splatters appeared from near the shadow man’s head and the figure collapsed to the ground.

“Yes my life is a game

Just a quest for fame…

And my foes all smashed up like flies…”

White spinning silhouettes of Exterminators, weapons pointed, flew around the shadow city, as a glowing pentagram was created in the center.

The shadow of the killer man appeared again, this time growing shadow deer ears and little antlers. His eyes were glowing red and a shadow staff appeared in his hand.

The killer stood small within the towering shadow of a man with large antlers and glowing red eyes: his father. A woman wearing a dress and her hair in a bun stood off to the side with a hand on his shoulder: his mother.

“Why have I always been such a killer?”

“What can the reason be?”

Tentacles and sharp mouths overtook the scene.

“I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me…”

A spinning globe was surrounded by large watching white eyes. Rising up were silhouettes of the Exterminators, grinning faces, xs over their right eyes, stained with blood, holding swords and spears. One Exterminator grinned as its white face, eyes, smile, and halo glowed in the darkness before fading.

In Hell, a small planet had a glowing pentagram on it in the crimson colored sky. “Fuck you Heaven!” and “cleanse!” were written in red graffiti by a broken window. A paper with an Exterminator drawing blew away. Other red signs read “Punishment” and “Your days are numbered,” in big letters. Spears stuck out of dead demon’s mouths in the street. A light spun around from a tower.

Another Extermination had ended. Dead bodies of demons and horned creatures littered the streets. Some of them had spears through their open mouths. Charlie had sadly strolled on her balcony and shot fireworks from her finger to signal that it was safe. Everyone gradually emerged from inside buildings and other hideouts. Already, turf wars were in full swing as demons fought over new territory. Other denizens disposed of the bodies while the more sinister ones ate them.

One sinister demon was tall and slender, with grayish skin. He wore a red suit, red dress coat and wine colored pants. His shoes were black with red hoof prints on the soles. The dress coat was dark red and decorated with small vertical lighter red stripes. His undershirt was lighter red with a black upside down cross design. A black bow-tie with a red center was below his long neck. Finally, his thick hair was red and black, with fluffy deer-like tuffs poking from his head like ears. Two small black antlers were between them. He even had a red and black deer tail, which was hidden under the fabric of his suit. An oval monocle was under his right eye, connected by a chain. His large glowing red eyes and smile of sharp yellow teeth was enough to scare even the toughest demon away…and for good reason.

He was Alastor, the Radio Demon, one of the most feared and powerful overlords in Hell. Possessing supernatural abilities and shadow manipulation, he had conquering many areas of Hell and defeated overlords who had been in power for years. Using a red vintage style microphone staff, he could broadcast his carnage and victories at will, hence why sinners called him the Radio Demon. He thrived on domination, trickery, and deceit…always in search for the next entertaining event. Alastor’s dark qualities were balanced out by his love of music, dancing, singing, and the finer things in life.

Emerging from his underground lair in the shadow spirit realm via portal, Alastor sang a merry song as passerby cowered when he approached. It was around the same time when Charlie sang her lament.

“At the end of the tunnel, there’s craziness

And to meet me, how often one dies

Yes my life is a game

Just a quest for fame

And my foes all smashed up like flies”

“Why have I always been such a killer?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the world’s to blame

I wonder if it could be me?”

“I’m always seeking power

Basking in light, for the show

My schemes match up to my dreams

No one else shall know”

“Some people mope and find sadness

I always laugh and show my grin

Some people fail and rest in their sin

With that I’ll always manage to win

Believe me”

“I’m always seeking power

Waiting to hunt the gullible brown deer

Again”

Several signs read “Welcome to Hell: population, a fuck ton.” There were advertisements of drugs, food, casinos, weapons, and porn everywhere. Demons of all shapes and sizes roamed the streets, one flying demon caught a smaller one in its talons. Vox, Valentino and Velvet sat together in a Porn Studios building. A scientist and a wild haired demon picked up weapons to sell on the black market. Rosie crossed out the name “Franklin” on her emporium sign with a grin. It was now Rosie’s emporium. More demons picked up the dead remains and put them in shopping carts.

The clock tower rang out as the counter changed from 0 to 365 days until the next purge.

“Next cleanse” was over the counter in fancy letters.

Against a black screen, the title “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel” appeared on a pink sign. A black winged key made up the letter T in “hotel.” A red eye was in the circle of the key.

Sadly, the other characters didn’t get as much screentime as they did in the original episode. Instead of Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fighting Sir Pentious in turf wars, we see Alastor and Vox in an intense argument before blasting each other with electricity, moving wires and tentacles and exchanging insults. The scene cuts to Angel Dust fighting Sir Pentious and the Egg Bois in the background as Alastor shakes his head.

In fact, the blue demon that says “I’m alive!” gets immediately run over…but by a different vehicle owned by the self-proclaimed main character.

And it’s not Charlie.

Yep, the Radio Demon did have a car. A blood-red 1929 Packard modified and slightly modernized. Thanks to magic, it could go at fast speeds and even morph into shadow. It had regular tires instead of the typical wheels for the model and a metal step to get inside (though Alastor didn’t need it). The round headlights in the front hummed with bright red light, making them look like angry eyes that could stare into your souls. At high speeds, black radio dials would appear and move in the headlights. Since Alastor was so tall, there was no square roof overhead, just nice leather seats inside and of course, a car radio. Small Voodoo symbols decorated the sides of the vehicle and sometimes glowed in the dark.

There was a metal grate in the front between the headlamps and below that was a row of sharp yellow teeth, reminiscent of Alastor’s smile. A little gold metal deer head was displayed and attached over the grate. The license plate in the back read “RDO DMN 666” for Radio Demon 666. The car could also morph into newer vehicles as illusions. It wasn’t uncommon for demons to grow envious when they spotted the Radio Demon cursing around in a cherry colored convertible, sneaking around in a burgundy limo, or racing around in a crimson Porshe.

That is until they saw the headlights and the Radio Demon’s grinning face before facing a harsh crushing impact before seeing darkness.

Alastor would smirk like a bigshot with Rosie, Mimzy and several demon women in their seats. Of course, he would hold open the door for them when stepping in and out. He would take them to clubs for dancing or to theaters at night. Other times, his shadow would appear in the seat next to him and shoot people from the shotgun spot. It was one of his classic jokes he liked to make.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

The audience stared in stunned silence after Charlie had finished talking. Not even the flesh-eating crickets were chirping through the awkward quiet.

A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of dozens of TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many cruel overlords. Crymini, the 90’s hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. The lead demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for an arm. His friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain from an old film. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh.

“Is this girl for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She…heh, heh, heh, oh she’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place work toward redemption!” She weakly added, “Yay.”

With a tapping of his shoes, Alastor walked and stopped right behind Crymini, the flaming deer overlord and a demon with eyes and a couple mouths on his face. Hatchet, the white skinned red-haired Zoophobia dragon, smartly left the scene.

He had heard of the demon princess before, but he wasn’t expecting her to appear on TV. He certainly never heard of an idea so crazy before. Making sinners good people was even less likely than making pigs fly (which was one magic trick he could do on occasion).

Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

A light bulb went off into her head as she smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

Vaggie face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

Charlie snapped her fingers and her bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

Alastor stood behind two hellhound twins wearing crop tops and a hanging jester. Next to him was a poster that showed him in his demon form terrorizing the circus, demons trapped within flames inside the tent. His army of voodoo horned imps carrying knives and skulls on pikes surrounded the tortured sinners. The words were bold and full of warning: “BEWARE HIM!” “DO NOT FUCK WITH HIM!” In tiny letters off to the side on the wall read: “for a good time: 666-373-9494.”

Alastor tilted his head to the side in curiosity. His shadow appeared off to his right, morphing into a snarling wendigo deer-like creature. He couldn’t help but tap his foot and hum along as she sang.

He even started to sing to himself, making his own version of the song.

“Inside of every demon is a lost cause

Inside of every sinner is a foolish failure

Inside of every godforsaken drug addicted manic…”

Dude,” moaned a stupid demon with a boar head, “I’m trying to watch the show.”

“Here’s a show I’ll give you,” Alastor thought as he snapped his fingers and sent the boar flying through the air and into a lava pit.

“They’ll turn around

Dead in the ground

With just a little time

Down at her crappy hotel…”

He did feel a bit unnerved at the part where she cuddled with a dog and then threw the dog away.

After Charlie had finished singing, Alastor laughed out loud. That was quite the performance he had seen! He particularly enjoyed Charlie’s demon transformation and her conjuring of fire for the special effects. And he had to admit that she was a good singer too, despite her ridiculous idea.

But his favorite part came up next.

In the blaring red lights, Charlie and Katie fought each other on the desk. Katie was in her insect demon form, crawling on her hands and limbs. She briefly held Charlie down, who dodged and then leapt at Katie, knocking both of them off the table.

“She’s pretty and has a feisty spirit,” Alastor thought.

“Why won’t anyone help me?” Tom Trench yelled as flames rose from his body.

“You’re on fire, Tom Trench!” Alastor exclaimed, while laughing at his own joke.

Befriending the princess, and doing something different seemed like a good idea. He glanced over at a faraway Happy Hotel building.

He knew where he would go next.

After following the white limbo to the hotel in his car, he got out and made his way up to the double stained glass doors with the apple designs on them. Upon further inspection of the hotel, he noticed it was a unique design if not a bit under wear and tear. From the Titanic-like ship off to the side to the hanging carousel that made up a balcony…and perhaps his favorite part, the circus tent overhang in the front decorated with eye designs.

He had never actually met Charlie before but he heard that she was powerful and different among the demons. For one, she was born in Hell, and two, she was the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith, king and queen of Hell.

He would have to tread carefully around members of the royal family. Though he thought of them as amusing, he knew how powerful they were.

Sweat formed on his forehead and he found himself glancing around.

Why was he suddenly…nervous?

Somebody like him couldn’t afford to let any sign of weakness show. Of course He wanted to make a good first impression, plus he was sort of curious as to why she would pursue this rehabilitation idea. His nervousness faded away when he imagined Charlie as naïve. Maybe he could easily trick her and not have to be caught by anyone?

The best thing he could do for the moment was be polite and offer to help. As any good charmer and manipulator knew, first impressions and the process were everything…

And a nice big smile was the crème de la crème.

Puffing out his chest, he knocked on the door.

It was a very slow “Shave and a Haircut knock.”

The knocking from outside interrupted Charlie’s thoughts. She opened her eyes.

An ice cold feeling of dread spread through her veins. No other demon would ever do that kind of knock.

Unless…

She tentatively reached out her hand to the door handle, and quickly pulled it open.

Sure enough, the most feared demon in Hell was standing right outside her door. A couple of shadow spirits poked their heads through.

Charlie’s face morphed into sheer terror, eyes wide as saucers.

Yes, there she was, right in front of him. Alastor opened his eyes as they glowed red, a radio sound emitting from him. His eyes dilated playfully as he raised a finger in greeting.

“Hell…”

The door abruptly slammed shut.

Brief silence.

Charlie opened it again…

“…oooo!”

Slammed it again.

Alastor could hear Charlie’s muffled voice from inside.

“Hey Vaggie!”

“What?”

“The Radio Demon is at the door!”

“What?!”

“Who?” asked Angel.

“What should I do?!” Charlie asked.

“Well, don’t let him in!” Vaggie said.

A growl formed in Alastor’s throat.

He stood there, shocked in front of the stained glass door, smile still plastered on his face, hand and curved claw in the air.

“Well… that was…rude,” he thought. “Usually people are too sacred to answer when I come by. Or they rush to try and please me because they know I could slaughter them at any time. I’ll just wait here then…or maybe break this door down…”

He had been turned down not once but twice by her! If she had been an average demon, she would’ve been a bloody heap on the floor. The princess should know better than to reject anyone like that, especially a prideful demon like himself.

Any offense to his pride would not go unnoticed.

Charlie opened the door again.

“May I speak now?” Alastor asked, hiding his anger.

“You may,” said Charlie.

Alastor held out his right hand to her, which briefly glowed. He half expected her to reach out and shake it right away…which would’ve proven her naïve nature…but instead she just stood there.

“Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart, quite a pleasure.”

He eagerly grabbed her wrist and leaned his face close to hers before strutting inside. Charlie stood, dumbfounded, her hand still out.

“Excuse my sudden visit,” he went on, “but I saw your fiasco on a picture show and I just couldn’t resist. What a performance!”

Audience cheers came from his staff as he turned around.

“Why I haven’t been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929!”

He bobbed his head side to side and burst into laughter. He glanced back at Charlie who was by the door. “So many orphans!”

A sharp spear was suddenly pointed at him. He froze in fear, his smile still on his face.

“Stop right there!” It was Vaggie.

She swore in Spanish under her breath: “Carbon hijo de perra! (Son of a bitch!) I know your game. And I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone here, you pompous, cheesy, talk show shitlord!”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed and glowed. He made a low noise of warning.

“You have a lot of nerve to stand up to me like that, girl,” he thought. “You don’t know anything about me, and you certainly aren’t going to stand in my way.”

Alastor merely laughed slightly and nudged the weapon away with his fingers. Charli and Vaggie were in front of him.

“Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here…”

He added in a low creepy tone, “I would have done so already.”

His red eyes briefly turned to red radio dials and radio static filled the room. He tilted his head slightly, letting his chaotic magic roam. Vaggie and Charlie were frozen in fear as they caught glimpses of red Voodoo symbols, static, and warped reality.

Then just as quickly, the noise and magic ceased and Alastor shook his head, eyes back to full red. For a brief moment, they had been small red pupils inside black sockets.

“That scare should teach them to remember their place,” he thought.

He bowed. “No, I’m here because I want to help!”

Charlie was sure she hadn’t heard him right.

“Say what now?” she asked, eyebrows raised.

“Help!” he responded with another laugh, leaning in close before moving back.

He held up his microphone staff.

“Hello?” he asked with a laugh. “Is this thing on? Testing, testing…”

He tapped it and a glowing red eye appeared in the center. “Well, I heard you loud and clear!” the microphone responded, eye shaking in fear.

“Um…you want to help?” Charlie asked.

Alastor appeared behind the demon girls, hands on their backs, switching from a shadow to his regular self. Both Vaggie and Charlie flinched.

“With…” he mentioned in an imitation of Charlie’s voice,

“…this ridiculous thing you’re trying to do!” finishing in his normal voice. “This hotel!”

Charlie could hear the call bell ding twice on the table, even though no one was there to ring it.

“I want to help you run it.”

“Uh…why?” Charlie asked, confused.

Alastor laughed again. “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer absolute boredom! I’ve lacked inspiration for decades!”

He placed his elbow on an annoyed Vaggie’s head.

“My work became mundane...lacking focus…”

He then shoved Vaggie aside. She was clearly an inferior little doll he could push around.

“…aimless!” he continued. “I’ve come to crave a new form of entertainment!”

He laughed again.

Charlie looked downcast. “Does getting into a fist fight with a reporter count as entertainment?”

Alastor laughed again.

“It’s the purest kind, my dear! Reality! True passion! After all, the world is a stage! And the stage is a world of entertainment!”

Charlie brightened a bit. “So, does this mean that you think it’s possible to rehabilitate a demon?”

Alastor help up a hand and laughed. “Of course not. That’s wacky nonsense! Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! Nononono, I don’t think there’s anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!”

He glanced at Vaggie and Angel Dust sitting on the sofa, mischief in his eyes. They would be fun to mess with.

“The chance given to them was the life they lived before; the punishment is this!”

He spread out his arms, turning away. “There is no undoing what is done!”

His eyes glowed red, pupils constricted. There really was no way to change the past. All the sinners were destined to suffer in a matrix of pleasure, illusion, and the threat of a second death. For Alastor, every demon was a lost cause…and paradoxically, that also included him.

He had dealt with authority figures before in his previous life…those racist religious folk who believed that God and the elite had complete control over his fate and the fate of everyone else. Now here it was again, in the form of God, the angels, Vox, Lucifer pretty much anybody he hated. It wasn’t his fault he killed and ate all his victims. If certain people hadn’t pushed him over the edge…

He glanced over when he heard Charlie’s voice.

“So then, why do you want to help me if you don’t believe in my cause?” Charlie asked.

Alastor smirked and looked at Charlie over his shoulder. “Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!”

He pulled her close to him with his arm and twirled her around in a quick dance. Charlie narrowed his eyes at him and gave him a look. He ignored her. “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment! Only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure.”

His eyes glowed red and his left eyebrow raised slightly. Just the thought of having the fates and lives of demons in his hands was enough to get him excited…or perhaps even aroused.

“Right…” Charlie began, slowly removing his clawed hand from her shoulder. Alastor’s hand flinched at the sudden touch.

Alastor chuckled and took her aside for a walk. “Yes indeedy! I see big things coming your way, and who better to help than I.”

He impressed her further with some charm and making his staff appear in his hand.

Vaggie walked up to Charlie and pulled her aside.

“Charlie, listen to me. You just can’t believe this creep! He isn’t just a happy face! He’s a dealmaker, pure evil! He can’t be redeemed! And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we’re trying to do.”

Alastor drummed his fingers against his palm, listening in on their conversation with a grin.

“I…” Charlie began. “…we don’t know that. Look…I know he’s bad, and I know he probably doesn’t wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance! To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can’t. It goes against everything I’m trying to do. Everything I believe in.”

Alastor stared in fascination at a family picture on the wall. It showed Lucifer dressed in white, Lilith in a dark purple dress, and Charlie as a little girl wearing a brown and white dress in the middle. The picture border consisted of branches and yellow eyeballs and a dried rose in the upper right hand corner.

“Such a lovely portrait! A picture of perfection! It’d be such a shame if something awful were to happen to them…”

“Just trust me,” Charlie added placing comforting hands on her girlfriend’s shoulders, “I can take care of myself.”

Charlie,” warned Vaggie, “Whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!”

From a distance, Alastor opened up the palm of one hand, claws curled inward, hand glowing. From his viewpoint it looked like he was grabbing onto both girls. They glanced in his direction, worry on their faces.

“I’ll have these two in the palm of my hand…”

“Don’t worry, Charlie replied to Vaggie. “I picked up one thing from my Dad…” she spoke in a manly voice, “Ya don’t take shit from other demons!”

Gathering her courage, Charlie marched over to the Radio Demon.

“Ok, so…Al. You’re sketchy as fuck, and you clearly see what I’m trying to do here is a joke. But I don’t.”

Charlie turned away. She was so close and so vulnerable.

Red Voodoo symbols floated around Alastor as his eyes glowed.

“If you could stay turned around so I can knock you out…” he thought.

Charlie narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and the symbols vanished.

“So close,” he thought in frustration as she turned around to face him.

Charlie continued. “I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I’m taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no tricks or voodoo strings attached.”

Alastor twirled his cane and held out his hand. “So it’s a deal then?”

Flashes of eerie green light surrounded him, electricity snaking up the walls.

“Nope!” Charlie yelled, holding out her hands. The energy stopped. “No shaking! No deals!”

Alastor’s eyes constricted. “She rejected my deal,” he thought. “This will be more challenging than I expected.”

He walked forward a step.

Charlie continued. “As princess of Hell, and heir to the throne, I uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel, for a long as you desire.”

A moment of pause…he brushed his hair back.

“Sound fair?” she asked.

“Hmm. Fair enough. Cool beans.” Alastor shrugged, walking on and making his cane disappear. Charlie breathed a sigh of relief and even did a thumbs up.

Alastor stopped and spotted Vaggie off to the side. How pathetic she was, frowning like that. He smirked in a way outside observers would describe as lecherous. He tickled her under her chin with a finger.

“Smile, my dear! You know you’re never fully dressed without one!”

Alastor hummed happily on his way, while Vaggie growled in disgust and rage.

“So…where is your hotel staff?” Alastor asked.

“Uh, well…” Charlie began. Alastor peered at Vaggie through his monocle. “Oh ho ho ho, you’re going to need more than that.”

He walked over towards Angel.

“And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

Angel grinned. “I can suck your dick!”

Alastor could almost scream in disgust after hearing that.

“Ha! No.” Alastor deadpanned.

“Your loss,” Angel said with a slight laugh. Alastor summoned his cane.

“Well, this just won’t do!” Alastor exclaimed. “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up!”

The spell came easily in his mind: “dife sèvitè, reveye.”

He snapped his fingers and a fire sparked to life in a small circular fireplace. Animal skeletons decorated either side of the wall. The wall and fireplace were repaired.

A dark figure plopped down onto the chimney floor.

Alastor walked over and picked up the creature with his hand. A large single yellow eye was revealed. Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie peered at the creature. In a puff of smoke and a squeak, the creature revealed herself. A cute cyclops girl was wearing a pink dress with a poodle on the front, her short wide hair dark magenta with a streak of yellow.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduced, before dropping her. She landed on her feet. She was an adorable little thing.

“Hi! I’m Niffty!” she greeted with a wave. “It’s nice to meet you! It’s been a while since I’ve made new friends!” She laughed slightly and her pupil grew smaller, darting in circles.

“Why are you all women?” she asked. “Have any men here?! I’m sorry, that’s rude.” She missed the fact that Angel was male, for obvious reasons.

She briefly picked up Charlie, while Vaggie held her spear defensively at her.

“Oh man, this place is filthy!” she exclaimed, running around and lifting up couch cushions. “It really needs a lady’s touch, which is weird, because you’re all ladies, no offence.” She chewed on a black spider she found, then rushed toward some stained glass windows.

She darted around, using a dust ruffle to clean them. “Oh my gosh, this is awful! No, no, no…Nope!”

She raced around, removing cobwebs, then poking at a piece of a voodoo doll. Well, it was actually a live blue beetle doll that Alastor had stabbed with a clothing pin for Niffty to play with. Alastor looked amused, while the others stared in disbelief.

“So fortunate of me to have met her in Hell. A former chimney sweeper in the 20th century. Heard she died from too much smoke. Services are still good! Though, I didn’t give her much of an option to begin with…” he thought.

Meanwhile, at a casino, a cat demon placed a joker, an ace, a 2, and a fourth card down on the table. He had black and white fur, wore a black top hat and had red wings with card suits decorated on them. He also had long red eyebrows and wore a red bow tie.

“Ha!” he declared in triumph. “Read ‘em and weep, boys!”

He suddenly felt himself being forcefully pulled out of the room through space and time.

“Full…whoa!”

“Transpòte ganbadeur la.”

He ducked as a curtain of red energy surrounded the existing space. Voodoo symbols flashed in the background along with eight yellow eyes, a creepy voodoo skull and a purple skeleton of a worm-like creature. Another voodoo skull with horns appeared for a moment not too far from tan ghost-like spirits with creepy faces and a row of jagged teeth.

The cat demon figured he must have had too much booze to drink.

“…the hell?”

As the images faded, he soon found himself at the hotel bar, not in the previous room at the casino. A large “Come and play Blackjack” sign took up much of the wall behind him. Most peculiar, the gray wood walls were missing halfway up, replaced by the red themed décor of the hotel. Husk was sitting in a portion of the casino he was in. It felt like he was in a house with no roof surrounded by the outside world.

“What the fuck is this?”

He saw Alastor and pointed an accusing claw.

“You.”

“Ah, Husker, my good friend!” Alastor cheerfully greeted. “Glad you could make it!”

Husk could have at least been polite for once, but Alastor decided to let it slide.

Alastor’s head briefly had the appearance of large antlers sticking out from either side. When he moved it, it was revealed to be an antler skull with glowing green eyes hanging in the background. Snakes were wrapped around one of the white curtains supporting a bar stand. “Big Booze,” “Welcome” and “Big Soul” signs were placed overhead on the stand. Neon green card suits consisted of the designs at the bottom of the stand.

“Don’t you “Husker” me, you son of a bitch!” Husk spat, and swiped Alastor’s hand aside from his shoulder. “I was about to win the whole damn pot!”

Husk stared in anger as the stacks of money and chips on the table vanished in static.

“Good to see you too!” added Alastor.

Husk face palmed. “What the hell do you want with me this time?”

Alastor grabbed hold of him, startling him so much that cards fell from his hands.

“My friend, I am doing some charity work, so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that’s okay.”

Husk was taken aback. “Are you shittin’ me?!”

“No, I don’t think so,” Alastor replied. He casually brushed off his sleeves.

Husk shoved the Radio Demon off him. “You thought it would be some kind of big fuckin’ riot just to pull me outta nowhere? You think I’m some kinda fuckin’ clown?”

“Maybe.”

Audience laughter emitted from the microphone.

“I ain’t doin’ no fuckin’ charity job,” Husk protested.

Alastor appeared next to him, startling the cat demon. “Well I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment.”

He pointed toward the bar stand with the staff. The sound of audience clapping came from his radio staff.

“With your charming smile and welcoming energy…”

Alastor spread the corners of Husk’s mouth upward into a demonic smile of yellow teeth. Husk frowned seconds after he let go.

“…this job was made for you!”

Alastor strutted over toward the bar stand, the soles of his shoes revealing red hoof prints as he walked.

“Don’t worry, my friend,” Alastor continued, “I can make this more welcoming…if you wish.”

With a curve of his fingers, a green bottle of cheap booze appeared on the counter.

Husk stared with wide eyes, suddenly very thirsty. He swore he could hear the sound of a slot machine.

“What, you think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” He took the bottle on anger. “Well you can!”

He immediately guzzled it down and walked away.

“Too easy,” thought Alastor.

By this time, Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust had arrived to see what the commotion was about. Vaggie rushed toward the bar, furious.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” yelled the moth demon. “No, no bar, no alcohol. This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of…mouth, brothel, man-cave…”

Angel lunged himself into her, knocking her to the floor.

“Shut up! Shut! Up! We are keeping this.” He pointed at Husk with multiple gloved hands.

He slid up to Husk. “Hey,” he said in a flirtatious voice.

“Go fuck yourself,” Husk deadpanned, drinking his booze.

“Only if you watch me,” Angel retorted.

To make matters worse for Husk, Charlie leaned in close to him, excitement and red stars in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh! Welcome to the Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!”

“I lost the ability to love years ago,” Husk replied, gulping down more booze.

Alastor walked in, an ever-present grin on his face.

“So, what do you think?”

Charlie ran over to him. “This is amazing!” she beamed.

Alastor’s eyes blinked rapidly at the sweet sight of Charlie rubbing her cheeks and smiling at him. He could watch it all day.

“It’s okay,” Vaggie said from nearby, arms crossed.

Alastor laughed and pulled the two girls close to him. “This is going to be very entertaining!”

He shoved Vaggie again and his laughter mixed with the sound of an old radio.

Alastor conjured fire in his hand…Charlie stared in wonder at the flames and the voodoo symbols. He threw the flames in the air, distracting Charlie from him shoving aside her friend hard. Alastor then changed his attire with magic. He now wore a fancy red suit with a white undershirt and a black bow tie. A red top hat appeared on his head, complete with small spikes along the black band and two needles sticking out from the top. He twirled Charlie around in a dance, the princess looking stunned. Pointing his finger over her head, he transformed Charlie’s outfit. Her blonde hair was now short and wavy. She wore an elegant black and red dress, black gloves, a pink hat with a small black bow and black heels. She looked like a dapper lady from the early 20th century.

Charlie stared at her conjured clothing in amazement.

Vaggie was on the floor, fuming.

Alastor began to sing as he danced with Charlie, a new spring in his steps.

“You have a dream

You wish to tell

He turned to the fuming Vaggie on the floor, letting her know that he thought Charlie’s idea was silly.

“and it’s so laughable…”

He turned back to Charlie.

“But hey kid, what the hell!”

Alastor picked Charlie up and threw her into the air. She yelped in delight and landed gracefully next to him. Two glowing apples and a skull with deer horns flashed in the background.

Reality had been altered to the Radio Demon’s liking. The entire room was lit in psychedelic colors. Voodoo symbols and shapes were etched in every nook and cranny, including a pair of pink claws reaching for the door. Alastor and Charlie waltzed in the spotlight as electro swing music began to play in the distance. The all-encompassing noise, though, was the signature radio-static sound.

Charlie found herself sliding down one of the apple-etched railings, Alastor leading the way. They landed on the lower floor as Alastor continued his reprise.

“Cause you’re one of a kind

A charming demon belle!”

Deer statues and painted antlers were everywhere.

Back at the bar stand, Husk sat looking bored. Vaggie hissed at Angel grabbing onto her shoulder, while Niffty stared in wonder. Alastor snapped his fingers and their outfits changed as well.

Angel was wearing a neon pink suit, Husk a pink bow tie, Vaggie a dark dress, with her hair now smooth and long, and finally Niffty, with a cute top hat with small flowers.

“Now let’s give these burning fools a place to dwell

(Take it, boys!)”

Alastor snapped his fingers once more and shadowy imps rose to life from a hole in the ground. The happy spirits played a trumpet, a tuba, and a drum set. Charlie snapped her fingers to the beat, while Vaggie watched with worry. She reached out to her friend but was pulled away by Alastor. He enveloped the group into a tight hug with a laugh, followed by glowing images of dark spirits staring at them. Niffty watched in amazement, but not the other three.

“Inside of every demon is a lost cause…”

Alastor pulled Husk and Angel close again. He rubbed Angel’s head with a white hat and went on his merry way. Husk gave him the bird as he left.

“But we’ll dress ‘em up now with just a smile!”

(With a smile!)

Vaggie stood, annoyed in the spotlight. Using his cane, Alastor added a feathered peacock hat and a white fox fur to her outfit. She looked ridiculous. Then out of nowhere, he slapped her butt.

Vaggie seethed in rage after he walked away.

Alastor danced some more, kicking a horned skull to the side. In the background, Niffy happily swept up the bits of bone.

“And we’ll chlorinate this cesspool

With some old redemption flair

And show these simpletons some proper class and style!

(What’s in style? Oh!)”

He made his way to the circular fireplace, where he waved his staff. Shadows arrived to join the party, including a shadowy version of himself, with large antlers and fangs. He made it disappear in a poof, then snuck toward Charlie. He led her in an upbeat dance, spinning her around, helping her match her steps to his. Charlie blushed when Alastor toyed with her cheeks. As Charlie was led away, Vaggie stood in the background, horrified and disgusted. What was happening to her friend?

Charlie and Alastor laughed as they danced, the princess locked in a happy trance. Alastor was in his element, his pupils dilated, a joyful demeanor.

Maybe this could turn into something more? Could it even be…love?

“Here below the ground

I’m sure you’re plan is sound!

They’ll spend a little time

Down at this Hazbin Ho…”

Alastor was about to finish his song, when an explosion burst apart a window behind him. He stood frozen, pupils constricting, his body going alert.

Whatever, or whomever had interrupted his song was going to pay dearly.

Niffty stared in amazement, shouting “Whoo!” before she was blasted backwards, the door hitting her in the face.

Alastor’s spell soon wore off and everyone was back in their regular clothes. Alastor, Husk (still drinking), Niffty, Charlie, Angel, and Vaggie, peered out of the hole to see what was going on. Vaggie had her weapon at the ready.

Looking skyward, the group saw a cracked blimp in the air. It had a small random band aid with a sad face on it along the rim. A familiar snake villain popped out of his hideout.

“Ha!” Sir Pentious laughed. “Well, well, well, look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet again, Alastor!”

Apparently, he was also rivals with Alastor.

But Alastor simply asked, “Do I know you?”

The snake boss looked disappointed. Then he said in anger, “Oh yes you do! And this time, I have the element of…surprise!”

The villain raced toward his pink velvet chair and pulled a lever. A metallic cannon lowered to the ground. The cannon fired up with pink energy as pink smoke appeared around them.

“He laughed manically. “I’m so evil!”

Then he added, “I have an Egg army!”

“Well, we have an Alastor,” Charlie responded.

Alastor snapped his fingers, red tendrils of smoke rising from his hand. The weapon froze in mid fire and a fiery portal opened up below the blimp.

A horde of black tendrils rose from the hole, latching onto the ship. One tentacle ripped off the cannon and threw it into another smaller portal, causing it to explode in pink smoke. One of the tentacles had already smashed a hole in the large round window.

Sir Pentious looked on in shock as his Egg Bois slammed against the wall (one of them read #Ouch.) One of the eggs cracked open, spilling out yellowish brains and small organs among the stains of yok. Sir Pentious and another minion were thrown against the wall.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” he screamed before he was slammed against the ceiling by a black limb.

“Oh, that hurt!” he cried.

Sir Pentious screamed as he was dragged along the floor and lifted up slightly. He was held in place, surrounded by the wrapped up tendril. At once, the tendril shrunk and squeezed the helpless snake. The Egg Bois ran around screaming as black cracks appeared on the floor and walls.

From the outside, more black tendrils were closing in. Red voodoo symbols appeared around the blimp.

“Ede m 'sèrviteur.”

Four horned shadowy spirits with red auras floated around, wearing toothy grins.

The tendrils were now wrapped around the entire blimp, holding it in place like thick black vines.

Red radio waves filled Alastor’s eyes as he circled his fingers and worked is magic. Voodoo symbols appeared all around him as he altered the state of reality. Radio static consumed the air.

The vines thickened and completely enclosed the blimp. The spirits swooped around it in excitement, with echoing shrieks. The aura around the tendrils glowed a fiery yellow, the same color as the portal rim.

“Kalfu! Destriksyon pa bra nwa.”

Alastor closed his four-fingered hand which began to glow. A red drop of blood fell from his glowing hand. The tendrils proceeded to crush the blimp. Pink rays of light shot from the center and the blimp exploded in a loud BOOM!

Pink smoke spread everywhere as the spirits sped away. The tendrils broke into severed bloody pieces that rained down to the ground. Alastor smiled victoriously, while behind them, the group of five stared in utter terror and shock. (Save for Niffty who had a small smile on her face).

Alastor’s angry, bloodlust eyes spoke volumes.

“And stay out of this hotel and from my friends you pathetic excuse of snakeskin.”

A sharp pain throbbed on his hand and bags appeared under his eyes. Magic had taken some work from him…and it also made him hungry.

“Well, I’m starved!” Alastor exclaimed, turning around to face the group, happy again. “Who wants some jambalaya?” He spread his arms out. “My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for jambalaya! In fact, it nearly killed her!”

He laughed as he led the way back to the hotel. The others followed.

“You could say the kick was right out of Hell!”

He added while laughing at his own joke, “Oh, I’m on a roll!”

From up above, the hotel looked like a mashed-up haunted house. An old dark train was perched on a balcony, with some monstrous faces carved in. A ship, reminiscent of the Titanic, was leaning upwards against the building as part of the structure. An old carousel served as part of the upper balcony and windows. Skull designs decorated the small windows in a row. Finally, on top of a giant yellow eye, was the sign “Happy Hotel” supported by pillars of worn wood.

Alastor continued, “Yes, sir, this is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

He glanced up and pointed his finger toward the sign. Pink electricity shot out and made contact with the sign.

The sign now read “Hazbin Hotel.”

“Stay tuned,” he finished with a low sinister laugh.

#alastor #hazbinhotel #radiodemon

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worryinglyinnocent · 6 years ago

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Fic: Out of Time (1/?)

It’s here at last! @ripperblackstaff, @woodelf68, @everyone else who wanted to see it. Thanks for your voracious support, guys, and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Belle is the one to be sucked into Zelena’s time portal with Emma, and they find themselves in a very different time to the one they had anticipated, arriving to see the confrontation between Hook and a pre-Dark One Rumpelstiltskin. They manage to return to the future, but with some unintentional stowaways. With Rumpelstiltskin removed from his own timeline, the universe throws a fit, and it’s a race against time to set things straight.

Rated: T for now, but it will go up in later chapters.

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Out of Time

One

Belle took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the sheriff’s station. She didn’t want to be the harbinger of bad tidings, especially when everyone was getting ready to celebrate new life and new hope.

All the same, something about Zelena’s disappearance just didn’t sit right with her, and far be it from her to sweep something under the carpet and pretend that everything was ok when potentially the entire town was at risk. If Zelena was going to come back at the eleventh hour and cause havoc, then she wanted to be prepared.

As she entered, Belle found that Emma was looking just as despondent as she felt herself.

“Not in the party spirit either, huh?”

Emma looked up guiltily. “Oh. Erm. Hi, Belle.”

“It’s ok, you don’t need to pretend to be happy on my account.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who can’t seem to muster up any enthusiasm about the whole thing.” Emma let out a long sigh and waved Belle over to the desk. “So, what’s eating you? I doubt it’s the same thing that’s eating me.”

“It’s Zelena.” Belle leaned against the desk, grimacing as Emma groaned at the mention of the witch. “I know, I know, I want to forget all about her too, but I just can’t. There’s something about her demise that seems too convenient, you know? Even if she did self-destruct like on the video, what happened to her… remains? She must have left some trace behind, but there’s nothing. What if this is just another way for her to cause trouble? Make us think she’s gone for good and then pop up just when we thought we were finally rid of her.”

“I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about it myself.” Emma gave a huff of dry laughter. “Your worries are way more valid than mine at the moment; I feel stupid in comparison.”

“I don’t know, everyone has different priorities. What have you been thinking about?”

“It’s this baby. I know that the circumstances can’t be helped, and I know that Mom and Dad went through just as much trauma with this one as they did with me, but that doesn’t stop me being jealous that my brother gets to grow up with both his loving parents and I didn’t. I don’t think it’s even jealousy, really. Now that he’s here I just don’t understand my place in this world anymore. I had a life in New York, and it was really good, even if it wasn’t real. And now Neal’s gone, and I just think that maybe it would be better if I went back and bowed out.” She sighed. “Like I said, compared to fears of wicked witches rising from the grave, it’s fairly petty, but I can’t help it.”

“I think it’s perfectly valid for you to have mixed feelings about the whole thing. These are very strange times that we’ve found ourselves in, and we have to make the best of it. All the same, I think that your parents would be devastated if you were to leave Storybrooke. They still love you and care for you, but naturally they’re going to show it in a different way to you than they show it to the baby.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I can feed and dress myself and articulate my feelings, for one. I guess that we’ve been separated so many times that it feels normal to anticipate another separation. I don’t want it, and I know that they don’t want it either, but sometimes we don’t get what we want.”

“Maybe you need to think about it in a different way. If we hadn’t all had to go back to the Enchanted Forest and you hadn’t had to go to New York, you would have stayed in Storybrooke, and put roots down here, and this second pregnancy would probably have happened anyway. You wouldn’t have left then, because you would have had the time to get used to it.”

Emma nodded. “Yeah, even back in Neverland, Mom was saying that she wanted to have another baby. I guess it was kind of inevitable. It’s just going to take time to get to grips with the idea of having a sibling thirty years my junior. We have a weird family tree.”

“I can’t argue with you there, but then my fiancé’s over three hundred years old so I don’t think I have a leg to stand on.”

“Fiancé, huh?” Emma grinned. “When did that happen?”

“Last night. I guess that’s why I’m so worried about Zelena.”

“Yes, right, we were talking about the possibility of more calamitous happenings, not bemoaning my state of adult childhood.”

“It’s ok, I can tell that you really needed to get it off your chest. I don’t know if I’m qualified to give advice, but I hope I’ve helped in some way.”

“Yes, I think you have. It’s good to talk to someone about it. I didn’t really feel like I could go to anyone else about it because it just felt mean when everyone’s so relieved that the little one’s ok. I hope they name him soon; I can’t keep calling him Little Brother.”

Belle failed to hold back a laugh, and Emma joined her in giggles.

“Anyway, how’s Gold holding up?” she asked once composure had returned.

“All right, I think. I don’t know. He doesn’t want to talk about it, which makes me think that he probably should talk about it, but it’s not my place to force him to confront these things if he doesn’t feel up to it yet. I just want to make sure that he’s safe.”

“I know that feeling. I’m just not sure what we can do about it. Coming to think of it, it would probably be a good idea to grab Zelena’s pendant from the barn. I can’t believe that I forgot to pick it up. Of all the things that might prove useful if she was trying to return, the source of all her power is probably up there on the list.”

“That sounds like a plan.”

Belle followed Emma out of the station towards the yellow bug, and Emma paused before unlocking it.

“Are you sure that you want to come along?” she said. “If Zelena is up to her tricks again, then…”

“Then I would very much like to be there to smack her round the face,” Belle said. Emma’s eyes widened at her words and she opened the passenger door, gesturing for Belle to get in.

“You know, over the last few days I’ve really learned to appreciate your gumption,” she said. “I guess because you weren’t around during the curse and I never really got the chance to get to know you afterwards, I tend to think of you and Rumpel as a pair.”

“A lot of people make that mistake.” Belle sighed. “I am my own person, I always have been, and I’m so sick of everyone measuring my worth in relation to me being with Rumpel. I’m not a person to them, I’m just a pawn that they can use to get back at him. Why do you think I was locked up under the hospital throughout the first curse? It wasn’t anything I’d done to warrant that, oh no. Regina just wanted to make sure she had a bargaining chip in case she ever needed to get one over on Rumpel.”

“I’m sorry, Belle. I really am.”

“It’s all right. It’s not as if you knew I was down there.”

“Yeah, but if I had then I would have tried to get you out.”

Belle smiled. “I know you would. That’s why you’re the saviour.”

“Please don’t call me that. I don’t feel particularly saviour-like at the moment. Not even my normal superpowers are working at the moment. I can’t help feeling like all this can be traced back to Greg. If I’d known straight away that he was lying and here for nefarious purposes, then we never would have gone to Neverland, never would have accidentally unleashed Pan on the town; you guys would never have gone back to the Enchanted Forest, and we could have avoided all this pain and heartbreak.”

“It’s not your fault, Emma. Things are just miserable sometimes. Even now, when we ought to be happy that everything’s over, neither of us really are.”

It was strange to be having this conversation with Emma. They had never really interacted before outside of Emma needing Belle’s expertise for something, and it was nice to get to know each other as people, with no hidden agenda in the background waiting to strike. Belle was about to make some comment to keep the chatter flowing, but before she could do so, they had rounded the corner that brought them onto the barn road, and the words died in her throat.

“Well, that certainly does not look good.” Emma glanced over at Belle and then looked back through the windscreen at the pillar of raw magic that was shooting out of the top of the barn. It was the colour of flame, swirling like molten lava, and Belle knew that whatever type of spell it was, it was something incredibly powerful. She had never paid all that much attention when Rumpel had been brewing potions and inventing spells up in his laboratory; she was interested in the magic that he allowed her to see but had learned not to question the secretive things.

If this was related to Zelena’s attempt to break the laws of magic and turn back time, then it was something that no magician had ever attempted to control before.

Emma continued up the lane towards the barn a little way until the bug’s engine gave out with a splutter.

“Magic and technology don’t mix,” Belle said. “Rumpel’s warned me about it before. The stronger the spell, the more widespread and potent its affects.”

They got out of the car and made their way towards the barn on foot. As they got closer, the roar of the magic grew louder and louder until they had to shout to make themselves heard over the din.

“Ok, whatever this is, I really think that we’re going to need back-up!” Emma yelled. “How are you supposed to switch this thing off? Belle, I really think that you ought to wait in the car.”

“And let you be blown to smithereens by whatever this is? Not likely!”

Emma wrenched the barn door open and was almost blown away by the force of the magic that was spiralling inside. Holding on tight to the frame, she peered inside. Belle followed her lead.

The spell was coming from a circle marked out in the dirt floor, with four points facing along compass lines. There in the centre, fuelling the magic, was Zelena’s pendant.

“I knew it was too good to be true!” Emma groaned. “Why does this always happen just when we think that everything’s solved?”

“Magic’s a law unto itself. If that’s what I think it is, then we want to get as far away from it as possible.”

“Yeah, I don’t exactly feel very safe here,” Emma agreed. “It looks like a bean portal but going up instead of down.”

“It’s a portal through time and space, rather than just space,” Belle explained. “Come on, let’s get out of here before something happens. It looks really unstable. Maybe if we leave it alone it might burn itself out.”

“Yeah, I have a whole new appreciation of your proxy knowledge of magic now.”

Emma let go of the doorframe and took a step away, back towards the car, and in that moment, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Emma was moving away, and a tendril of lava-like magic pulsed out from the portal, snaking itself around her ankle. The portal was not going to stop until someone had gone through it.

“Belle!”

Belle grabbed Emma’s hand, but the force of the portal was too much for the both of them, and she felt herself being ripped away from the door where she was holding on for dear life. Her fingers could take no more, and she let go.

But she did not let go of Emma. Whatever might befall them at the other end of this journey, she wasn’t going to leave Emma to go through it alone, and Belle clung to her hand as they were both pulled into the swirling golden vortex and shot into the past.

#rumbelle fic #Belle French #Emma Swan #Emma&Belle Friendship #S3 AU #AU #canon divergence #Fic: Out of Time

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queenofthemindynasty · 5 years ago

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Even If You Say ‘No’ - pt 7

Pairing: Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Summary: {Y/n}, a brilliant, young producer at BigHit Entertainment, tends to be overly self-critical of her work and scarcely gives herself credit when it’s due. Hoseok, A.K.A. J-Hope of BTS, puts so much effort into keeping up the spirits of the other members, he hardly has time to worry about his own well being. What will happen when the two cross paths?

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol Universe

Warnings: suggestive themes, explicit language

Word Count: 2984

Ever since her and Hoseok’s semi-successful movie night at her apartment, {Y/n} couldn’t get her mind off of his suggestion. At first, the thought sounded ridiculous; producers didn’t release mixtapes. After all, who would want to listen to something that a mere employee for BTS wrote?

But the more she mulled it over, the more tempting it became. She’d written and recorded a good handful of tracks during and after high school which she’d never shown to anyone. Back in her earlier days of having an interest in music, she’d been doing all her own vocals herself. It had been years since she’d done any of that, but she could probably relearn it. She’d used to love singing and rapping, and she’d even had some game. They were passions of hers that had faded into the background as she matured and became more immersed in the workings of MIDI. It would be nice to revisit those old passions. And who said she had to be an idol to release a mixtape? Sure, she wouldn’t get nearly as much attention as she would if she were, but that didn’t really matter. That hadn’t stopped Donghyuk, or Supreme Boi, from releasing his own tracks on SoundCloud.

When she sent Hoseok her first sketch, he was virtually beaming. She could practically see his smiling face and hear his enthusiastic tone of voice in his emoticon-filled messages. He was so gungho on the idea that she felt a little less like a complete moron for considering it. And he’d had a point the other night. Lots of the Army followed BigHit’s producers on Twitter. She alone had almost two hundred thousand followers. Hoseok had even suggested that she talk to P.D. Bang about making it an official mixtape written by a solo artist of BigHit. That seemed like a bit of a stretch, however. Not to mention, she was too shy to talk to her boss about something like that. It felt like, as a kid, asking your teacher to take part in some far-fetched, childish project like building a portal for time travel with you. When she expressed these concerns to Hoseok over text, he offered to go with her to ask him. She couldn’t say no since it was so sweet of him to offer.

A few days later, she and Hoseok spoke with the CEO, and surprisingly, he agreed to let her release her mixtape as one of BigHit’s solo artists. However, there was a condition: if the mixtape was to become a huge success, she would become a full-time idol and be expected to release her own albums. She agreed to this, seeing that it wasn’t a very likely outcome despite what Hoseok may have thought. This would be the only thing she’d ever do on her own.

She got started on writing new songs to put into her solo album and picked out a few of her old works to polish up. During the whole process, just about everyone in the company was giving their support. When the other members of BTS found out, they were just as eager about it as Hoseok had been. Upon finding out that he was helping her improve on her rapping skills, Taehyung and Jimin insisted on helping her with singing. With everyone by her side, the success of the mixtape was starting to seem more and more like a possibility.

Once she’d finished composing, recording, and producing all the tracks she would be including with some help from Namjoon (which couldn’t have been more appreciated), Mr. Bang even offered to have a music video put together for her. At first she declined, not wanting to put him and the rest of the staff involved through the trouble of all that, but Hoseok ended up talking her into accepting. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be in a music video. When else would she be given this opportunity?

After a month’s worth of blood, sweat, and tears, the music video was finished. It had come out wonderfully thanks to the amazingly skilled team of directors and editors. As a whole, it had an unmistakable feeling of nostalgia. Part of it was set on the coast, near where she’d grown up. She’d had no idea she could look so attractive with just a touch of natural makeup expertly applied by the company’s stylists. Fortunately they hadn’t forced her to dye her hair, but it had been cut and styled, which she didn’t really mind. It had provided a nice change. In addition, Hoseok seemed to like her new look even more than she did. He wouldn’t stop fanboying about how perfect she looked in the music video.

Finally, the day had come to release her first solo album. She’d been working on it for so long, it felt strange to have it all come to such a sudden end. So much had happened during the time she’d been working on it. For the first three months or so, she had simultaneously been working on Love Yourself 結 Answer in addition to her mixtape. She’d accompanied the guys on the tour going all the way from South Korea to South America to the U.S. to Europe and back. And the Asia leg still wasn’t quite over. They’d spoken at the U.N. general assembly, sold out Citi Field, and become the youngest ever to be presented with the Hwagwan Order of Cultural Merit. Not to be left out, they’d stolen every award out from under the noses of the other groups at the end of the year, much to no one’s surprise and everyone’s pride. {Y/n} didn’t know if her heart could hold any more happiness for them before it burst. But now she was about to make history of her own.

The title of her momentarily-to-be-released mixtape was Mirrors. It contained a full set of eight tracks, half of which being from her early days of songwriting and the other half being current. In order, they were titled Don’t Look Down, Access Denied (자신으로), Sea of People, Interlude : Stopwatch, Somewhen, 88 Iron Bars, Seven Seas, and New Life. Somewhen was the title track. Her title track, of her solo album. It still seemed preposterous even now. She never would have considered doing this if it hadn’t been for Hoseok. It had been a long, bumpy road to the place she’d finally arrived at, but she had a strong feeling it would be worth it. There was no way it could be unsuccessful. BigHit had been putting out little teasers on Twitter and YouTube, including an official tracklist and a trailer for the music video, since a week or so ago. Everyone was bound to have heard about it by now and were no doubt anticipating it just as much as all of her colleagues were. Additionally, she’d put the absolute maximum amount of time and effort into every step of the process. She’d stayed up in her studio countless nights to work on songs. The mixtape had to be a hit; how could it possibly fail?

Now she was in her studio with Hoseok as company. It was January twenty-ninth, 11:58 p.m. Two minutes until it would be uploaded. Atlantas may as well have been a sauna as she was sweating bullets. Her head was spinning, she felt like she was being strangled, and her heart rate was fast and irregular. She couldn’t stop her violent trembling. This wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. But this time she had Hobi there to keep her stable. He just kept rubbing her back and reassuring her. “You’re supposed to be this nervous at this point. Trust me, I know. You’ll feel better when it’s over.” The minute changed from fifty eight to fifty nine. She just wanted to run away and hide from her inevitable fate. But with Hoseok by her, supporting her to the very end, she felt just a little bit braver.

The clock struck six, and the mixtape cover, an illustration of a silhouetted girl standing on water and staring down at her reflection, appeared under her profile on Spotify. At that moment, a weight was lifted from her body, and she released a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. Hoseok glomped her from behind, pointing and shouting, “There it is! You did it!” All she could manage in return was a faint smile; this all still felt like a dream to her.

They decided to listen to it along with everyone else. It took them a little less than an hour to get through every track as well as the music video. He started holding her hand during the seventh or maybe eighth track. He already knew about the songs and the meanings behind each of them. The act of holding her hand itself could have meant a few things. Maybe he was saying he was glad to be with her, or he could’ve been trying to ease her pain which was being expressed in the music (even though there wasn’t a lot of pain there anymore thanks to him). Maybe it was both.

Once it was all over, he was gazing at her, smiling, but not in his usual, bubbly way. This one was more sincere, to put it a certain way, his lips forming a gentle curve as he squeezed her hand. “I’m so proud of you, Sweetheart.” She mirrored his expression before resorting to looking down at their interlocked hands timidly. “Hey…” he said, barely above a whisper. He bent down to her level to meet her eyes, holding her face between his hands as he held her gaze. His lips were parted as if he was about to say something else. But before she found out what it was, he was kissing her. A small sound of pleasant surprise escaped her throat. His hands buried themselves in her hair before traveling lazily along her neck and down to her shoulders. She hummed into the kiss, returning it without a second thought. As always, she became lost in the way he touched her. He was being just as tender and loving as he tended to be during moments like this. One of his hands fell to the small of her back, flattening against it and causing her to sit up towards him. She draped her arms over his shoulders.

Then something wet slid across her lower lip.

She jerked away from him. The instant her eyes opened, she saw the look of guilt on his face. What the hell was that?! she scolded herself. It wasn’t as though this was the first time he had made advances like this. Before he had the chance to let go of her, she reconnected her mouth with his. This time, when she felt his tongue prodding at her lips, she yielded. In an instant, Hoseok’s touches became more heated as he devoured her mouth. The breath she’d been holding gave way when she felt his fingernails graze through her hair. Without warning, he was breaking the kiss and she was being picked up and placed on his lap. She gasped. His hand drew her closer by the waist until her body was flush against his.

“Sorry for the way I reacted. I just wasn’t—nng…”

She shuddered. ‘Expecting it’ were the words that had been abandoned on the tip of her tongue. Her face went from pink to scarlet at the elongated mewl that he’d enticed out of her.

“Don’t worry about it,” he uttered. His breath fanned across the surface of her neck, making her shudder. “Just let me take care of you. I think you deserve a chance to unwind, don’t you?” She nodded, though his words seemed to hold a sense of irony in them as she struggled to relax her body into his touch. “Just let me know if you ever want me to stop.” She nodded. He started where he’d left off. The languid kisses to her skin weren’t hard just as they weren’t intended to leave a mark. However, they were wet and audible, the obscenity of the sound causing her imagination to sprawl in erotic directions and a heat to begin pooling deep inside her. “Baby, I love you so much,” he breathed, and she moaned out her response, breathless. The hand on her lower back ventured underneath her sweatshirt. The sensation of his cool fingers against her burning skin sent pleasant shivers through her, and her back arched slightly. She let out a mix of a hum and a whine as his lips traveled down her neck and towards her clavicle at a tedious pace, his hand meandering further up her back and leaving more and more of her waist exposed to the biting cold.

Everything came crashing to a sudden halt. She realised the cause of her instinctive hesitance: the one thing he could never—

“Congrats on your mixtape, {Y/n}!”

Time froze.

{Y/n} turned her head towards the door, and Hoseok’s lips retreated from her exposed collar bone. Standing in the doorway was Seokjin. He was frozen on the spot, his mouth hanging open. {Y/n} scrambled off of Hoseok’s lap and back into her chair. It was like a bucket of ice had been dumped over her. Jin’s expression darkened, a deep crease forming between his brows. “What the hell did I just walk in on?!”

{Y/n} tore through her mind for some way to explain. “I—we—”

“Hoseok, what the hell were you thinking?! I can’t believe you had it in you to do something like this! And at work, even!”

“Wait, Hyung,” he giggled probably at the comical way Jin tended to speak when he was off on one of his lectures, “it’s not what—”

“Oh, I think it’s exactly what it looks like. You wanna know why?” He gestured to {Y/n}, shooting her a disarming glare. “Because of your song, New Life. I know for a fact you’re in a relationship because you’re the one who explained the lyrics to me. And also that you wouldn’t cheat, because I know you. You’re not that kind of person.”

Her mouth closed shut. That song was about the time she got to spend with the one she loved when neither she or he were busy. The lyrics never explicitly mentioned Hoseok’s name. But that didn’t matter now that they’d been caught. She was desperately racking her brain for something to say to salvage this.

“But I didn’t think you were the type to break the rules either! And look at you now!” ‘You’re such a filthy whore,’ she could practically hear him saying. His voice was so loud and penetrating, she was afraid people down the hall would hear. “This—I just—I never imagined either of you had the nerve to do this, knowing it wasn’t allowed.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. His volume had subsided a bit, but his shoulders were still tense. Dropping his arm to his side, his eyes went back and forth between her and Hoseok. “When did this start?”

There was a brief silence, both of them too nervous to say anything. Hoseok was the one to break the silence. “It wasn’t long before she started working on her mixtape. So I guess…eight-ish months ago?” He looked at her for confirmation, and she nodded.

Jin took a long breath in before expelling it back out in a huffed sigh. {Y/n} had never seen him this serious. It was unsettling. “You kept it a secret for that long…” he muttered under his breath. “Why only now start not caring about whether someone found out?” {Y/n}’s head drooped, her shoulders hunching.

“It’s not like that,” Hoseok assured. “We just…got a bit…caught up in the moment, I guess.” She could feel his shame even from where she was sitting, though most of the shame she felt was her own.

Seokjin let out another frustrated sigh. “Okay, here’s my opinion. I don’t see a problem with you two continuing your relationship in private.” This made {Y/n} look up at him hopefully and Hoseok’s ears perk up. “But don’t you dare let me see you doing anything remotely sexual, especially while we’re at work. If I catch you in the middle of what you were doing just now, I’ll have to say something to Mr. Bang. Understood?” Hoseok’s demeanor had been drained of any hint of humour at Seokjin’s threat. He and {Y/n} both nodded without another word. Jin’s eyes softened. “I’m only looking out for you two. I care about you both, and I don’t want you getting in trouble. You know that, right?”

“Of course,” Hoseok conceded, his eyes glued to the floor. {Y/n} simply nodded.

“Good.”

The studio was washed in silence. The air was so heavy with tension that you’d have needed a chainsaw to cut through it.

“Well, I just came by to congratulate you on releasing your mixtape. It really came out well.”

“Thank you,” she managed, putting on a smile so as not to seem rude.

Jin gave a curt nod. “And now that I’ve done that, I think I’ll head home. It’s best if you do the same.” He looked at Hoseok, who then turned to {Y/n}, looking like a puppy who’d just gotten a scolding from his owner. She nodded in agreement though she didn’t want to see him go either.

“Okay,” he sighed monotonously before standing up and following Jin into the hallway.

“Goodnight, {Y/n}. See you tomorrow,” Jin waved.

“Yeah, see you,” she waved back as he left. Hobi hung back for a few seconds, giving her an apologetic smile, which she matched. He flashed her a finger heart, taking his time closing the door before catching up to Seokjin.

He didn’t see, I reminded myself. Thank God.

#my writing #bts #fanfic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #angst #fluff #idol universe #suggestive themes

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empathmionworld-blog · 5 years ago

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Lightworkers

Lightworkers are people who have volunteered before birth to help humanity.

The lightworkers are here to hold the love and the light that is radiating from the infinite-all or creator “GOD”, and to transmit that energy through their words ,thoughts, feelings and actions in order to broadcast or "stream" the cosmic energy into the minds and hearts of humanity; many who may not be consciously holding onto this light on their own. It is almost as if they are taking the lower dark vibrations and transforming it into higher light vibrations. "spreading the love". The ultimate goal is to help others and to make the world a better place.

Lightworkers often feel inspired to help others through spiritual meditation, teaching, healing, prayer, writing and speaking through unconditional love. Lightworkers come from a variety of spiritual traditions and backgrounds, yet generally agree that the healing light they work with is comprised of eternal energy connecting everyone and everything.

When you watch the news and you see a rapist, murderer, or a terrorist, most people are quick to radiate negative energy such as hate and rejection. Any sane person would right? Not the lightworker. The lightworker tends to not only empathize with the “scumbag” but to send love, light and healing towards the individual. Sending negative energy FEEDS negative energy. Every light worker is different though and is on their own path. They radiate their love and their light to how they see fit. Some do charity work, some are doctors, and some are spiritual healers and others are your everyday regular people. I will post the types below though. Explaining what a lightworker is to everyday people is very hard for me. I get asked this question a lot in real life. Like the other day my mother in law asks me “Why do random people just walk up to you and tell you their life story and their problems?” Hard to explain!

However, if you’re wondering if you’re a lightworker here are some signs that you might be one!

Signs You Are A Lightworker 1. You feel called to help heal or guide others

2. You feel strongly about environmentalism and the treatment of animals

3. You feel an affinity to the healing arts and have explored many healing modalities

4. You are very aware of your own fears and the fears of those around you

5. You love being around people but also need your alone time to recharge

6. You are aware of the power of your thoughts and your ability to manifest

7. Though you connect with people easily and it is part of your purpose to help them, you are somewhat of a loner. You are sensitive to other people’s energy, and can only take it in doses.

8. Your young life set you up for a series of traumas, challenges and other difficulties. You understand that these were not intended to hurt you, rather to awaken you to the healer you are now.

9. You are constantly on a mission to improve your own life and the lives of those around you. Your core drive in life is to identify what needs to be fixed, and how you can possibly make it better. Though this sometimes becomes a shadow of perfectionism, when used the right way, is an incredible gift

10. Though you once may have struggled with certain mental illnesses, you have come to understand that they were adaptations to your circumstances rather than innate problems. You understand that part of your purpose is to revolutionize the way people see their mental, emotional, physical and spiritual health.

11. You are spiritual, but err away from religion. Your life work is to help people re-internalize their power. Even if you use teachings or principles from one enlightened master or another, you maintain focus on awakening the god within each individual and helping them to see their unlimited power, potential and healing capabilities.

12. You are naturally creative, and your healing process often involves some kind of art, writing or one-on-one healing modality.

13. You are the epitome of an old soul. You are wise, mature and seem to have the experience of many lifetimes, despite being far too young to be as tuned in as you are.

14. You have always been inexplicably different from your family, friends and peers. Because of this, you may have struggled to find your “tribe” or feel as though you really fit in anywhere.

15. You are constantly coming into deeper self-awareness about yourself and your life. Through your ongoing journey of awakening and healing, you continue to shine light on the shadow aspects that most people reject and deny.

16. You are an extremely powerful manifestor. When you think or focus on something clearly, you receive it or are able to create it in very short amounts of time.

17. This strong energy is both a blessing and a curse: you have to be careful of what you focus on, because you will end up creating it in your life, whether it is good or bad.

18. You are naturally drawn to ancient spiritual texts about energy and ascension; you resonate more with eastern philosophies than western.

19. You are almost psychic in your ability to intuit what other people are thinking, feeling, or need in order to heal.

20. You know you are here in this life to dissolve your old karmic patterns, and to break into a new level of consciousness and awareness. You understand that your purpose here is not just a job or a task, but rather, to just become who you are meant to be.

21. Your main objective in life is self-growth. You are always focused on how you can better yourself, and know that the best years of your life are yet to come.

22. You feel a strong connection to nature, and believe that it is the closest that we can get to becoming most aligned with source.

23. At one or multiple point(s) in your life, you experienced an intense spiritual awakening. Your worldview shattered, and you were forced to purge out all of the limiting beliefs that were once holding you back. You understand that awakening can be an exhausting, sometimes painful process, but that it is often necessary.

24. You can sense that you are part of a global effort to raise people’s consciousness, and are often referred to as a “frontrunner” in the spiritual community. This is not to say that you are enlightened and other aren’t, it is just to say you learned your lessons a little sooner, so that you could help others through their own. 12 Types of Lightworkers 1. Gatekeepers They create the human grid that connects the hearts of all awakened humans. They are the actual doorways on the earth that connect sacred sites through lay lines and act as portals that allow light to come to this world through their open hearts. 2. Divine Lightkeepers In tumultuous and chaotic events, their light shines enough to give hope and inspire others. These Lightworkers uplift and support humanity in the unfolding awakening process. Most of them are comedians, motivational speakers, spiritual teachers, celebrities or even local grounded individuals who you feel comfortable to lean on to. 3. Transmuters Transmuters neutralize the negativity and darkness by diving into it and releasing their light. When the negativity is returned to divine neutrality, it’s restored to balance. By transmuting past karma, transmuters work on behalf and for the collective consciousness of humanity

.4. Healers Healers help practically everything: humanity, the earth, animals, souls and all beings by healing their mental, emotional, physical, or spiritual aspects. As a Healer, you must listen to your internal guidance about the modalities, techniques, and ways in using your gifts through service. Most empaths are unrealized healers who need to use their emotional abilities to unlock their healing potential. It is important that you focus on healing yourself first because by doing so you can raise your vibration and fill up yourself with the light that can heal, support, serve, love and guide others.

5. The seers These Lightworkers have opened the third eye or psychic sight making them able to see beyond the physical and the veil of illusion. Their gifts include providing readings or services to inspire, empower, and guide others to their truth and the truth of the world. They may also focus on areas where their energy is much needed for healing, transmutation, or release. It’s here where their light, power, and presence make a big difference. These people are usually the ones who reveal the truth behind the shadows. Most of them are really good psychiatrists who are labeled as parapsychologists (think of Carl Jung), truth activists and even professional psychics. 6. The Divine Blueprint Holders Everyone has a divine blueprint, which is a template to a fully awakened self. All Lightworkers have this template, but the Divine Blueprint Holders are the most active in tuning into it and retrieving the codes of awakening. They are best at translating these codes so everyone can understand them and use them to raise the levels of their consciousness. 7. Dreamers The Dreamers serve their gift by dreaming, interdimensional travel, and going into the dream space which allows them to access alternate dimensions of experience. The Dreamers are usually people who are called psychonauts. They use certain rituals or supplements to embark on psychedelic trips and access realms and ideas that would later inspire and uplift the human spirit. If it weren’t for The Dreamers there wouldn’t be 90% of the art, technology and inventions we have in the world today

.8. Messengers Messengers receive guidance and messages from the Divine, Angels, Ascended Masters, Galactics, and their Higher Self. They share these messages through videos, blogging, teaching, or writing. Whatever media or platform, Messengers serve humanity through the awakening process by sharing powerful spiritual insight and information. They are explaining to people what’s happening to them making them better understand this journey of evolution through the guidance they receive from the Spirit.

9. Manifestors These Lightworkers are involved in weaving light to manifest changes on the earth, which could come in the form of intending and manifesting timelines, manifesting positive events or creating the template for greater love, greater light and harmonious co-creation. They do this through various ways like meditation and visualization accompanied with self inspection.The Manifestors manifest for the highest interest of all beings, Gaia, animals, and all of the humanity. But as they keep manifesting they work strongly on their inner selves to make sure their manifestations are not of egoistical nature but from their heart center. Most of these people don’t even focus on manifesting but on clearing the way so what they resonate with is for the good of all

.10. The Ascension Guides They are the ascending Lightworkers. They step into greater levels of light and share what they learn about the ascension process. These people step into the edge of enlightenment and push even further by questioning and embodying higher levels of light. Most of their teachings are aimed at the spiritual masters so they can push even further the spiritual evolution of humanity. The Ascension Guides show us how to overcome some of the pitfalls of enlightenment to help everyone not lose themselves on their way to ascension. Some of their teachings might even contradict the regular teachings of Lightworkers. This is because they approach the truth from a much higher viewpoint and see the flaws that might surface with blind spirituality.

11. Wayshowers Wayshowers walk their talk. They embody the ascension process and live their lives in the most authentic way. They keep the highest interest of all beings and live an awakened and inspired life. These people are not even aware that they serve humanity in some way. All that The Wayshowers do is live in resonance with their truth and the teachings other Lightworkers share with the world. These people are the heart of the Lightworkers. They are what inspires and motivates other Lightworkers to keep doing what they are doing because there is still good in the world that needs their light. And by looking at them, other Lightworkers are reminded of what really matters.

12. Unifiers These Lightworkers see how everything connects with everything else. They are really good at finding patterns and merging various philosophies into one. They are the translators that gather the teachings of other Lightworkers, the truths and philosophies of spiritual masters, and shape them in a way that is really easy for people to consume. The Unifiers are good at perceiving the essence behind different opinions. That’s how they can find ways in connecting people together. They naturally see beyond the 2 sides and understand the whole that the 2 sides are a part of. These people are not just for translating but for unifying different teams of Lightworkers together so their impact can be much greater. Even though you are mostly identifying yourself with one of the 12 types of Lightworkers, you are likely to have some traits from all the other. We are all a different mix of these types based on how these secondary types can benefit the realization of our primary type’s purpose.

#lightworker #god #wiccan #eclectic wicca #pagan wicca #witchcraft #witches #witchblr #witchythings #witch

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armageddon-generation · 6 years ago

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Fixing The Legend of Korra - Book 3

Book 1, Book 2, Book 4

THIS IS MY PERSONAL FAVE BOOK, SO IMPROVEMENTS ARE RELATIVELY MINIMAL. AGAIN, IMAGINING A 28 EPISODE SEASON

REPUBLIC CITY

Further exploration of what opening the portals did to the world

Show what happened to the people forced out of their homes – forced into housing camps.

Bolin works with General Iroh trying to help these people, dressing up as Nuktuk to give the kids the same kind of comforting distraction he needed at that age on the streets – this lays the foundation for his joining Kuvira much later

Have the triads try to exploit the spirits – capturing them and attempting to sell them as exotic pets/batteries (a prelude to what Varrick does in Book 4 that goes horribly wrong). The Spirits go nuts and attack, and Korra has to act as peacekeeper (defending the triads is something she really hates)

During this conflict a triad member is briefly possessed by a spirit. Korra gets it out, but now he has to live deformed. I’m thinking Shady Shin, because he has a direct relationship with the bending brothers (them helping him shows character growth and is an interesting inversion of the dynamic established in flashbacks, where Shin mentored and corrupted them).

As a criminal, Shin also didn’t get his bending back. In this way – first losing his bending, then being possessed by a spirit – his character is a microcosm of everything that’s happened to the world so far, and it would be interesting to see Korra confront this

The new Air Nation takes him in and cares for/attempts to rehabilitate him

KORRASAMI

At this point Asami is aware she’s starting to feel attracted to Korra – she’s much more self-aware and has much more self-control. Korra isn’t yet aware she’s attracted to Asami – growing up in the South Pole with now LGBTQ role models (Kya’s dating life wasn’t very active) it’s not that she wasn’t aware of fluid sexuality, it’s just she never considered that it would apply to her.

They bond not only over Mako, but also their joint responsibilities (Asami is marshalling the democratic Equalists’ political campaign from Book 2)

By the end of the season Korra knows what they have is more than just friendship, but she isn’t emotionally ready to go there

Asami spends much of this Book running after Korra, and that’s important - she’s been swept up in this grand adventure. When Korra gets hurt and has to leave in the finale, Asami is brought down with a bump - in Book 4 they will have to confront that they can’t run away from responsibility or have a fairytale romance. They have to live in the real world

RED LOTUS

When Tonraq and Zuko meet with the twins to guard P’Li, establish they’re building a more positive (if slightly awkward) relationship with their uncle

Obvious thing, but let’s see an origin story for our group – Zaheer rescuing P’Li, Ming Hua losing her arms and learning to live without them (Korra learns about this and it hangs over her when she’s in the wheelchair) and Ghazan developing his lavabending

Firmly establish lavabending is the result of Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom blood mixing, so Bolin’s powers don’t come out nowhere

Have the Red Lotus be the ones who killed Sokka. That raid when Korra was a kid was his last stand. This lends a lot more emotional weight to the characters coming in, and especially if we make them much more likeable with an origin story and greater emphasis on the group dynamic, creating greater emotional conflict within the audience. Plus, this way we actually get to see old Sokka in Korra

Create a genuine will-they-won’t-they between Ming Hua and Ghazan – their attempts at flirting would be Azula-level funny. They never act on their feelings because they’re both destructive and damaged from their long imprisonment (have the group comforting each other over nightmares about being back there). Then end the romance on a tragic note when they die together in the finale – the suicide is double-pronged, a metaphor for their destructive emotional states

I imagine Gazhan and P’Li having a sibling-esque rivalry over who can be the most destructive in battle

Contrast the Red Lotus with the old, out of touch members of the White Lotus trying to manage spiritual activity across the globe – have Jinora, Kai and the new airbenders express frustration towards them.

When Iroh shows up to talk to Korra in the Spirit World, have them discuss his relationship with the White Lotus and how it changed after his death – just as in ATLA, he disapproves of holding on to tradition, honour and the past at the cost of moving forward

Zaheer was an Air Acolyte in his youth; this is a more concrete explanation of how he is immediately such an expert airbender. It also sets up a more intimate and interesting relationship between Zaheer and the new Air Nation – he sees them almost as his children, potential followers

He begged Aang to give him bending, but Aang refused (for the sake of balance – it wouldn’t be natural). Zaheer’s anger, combined with the White Lotus’ stifling attempts at spiritual control (which Jinora can relate to even today) caused him to join the Red Lotus

Zaheer sees in Korra a kindred spirit – not only did she open the portals, but she returned people their bending after Amon took it away; she is willing to upend the ‘natural order’ Aang clung too, the same order Zaheer wants to upend

Korra protests giving people bending wasn’t the point – Zaheer being an airbender doesn’t make him more special than anyone else (the lesson she learnt in Book 1). She restored their bending because those people needed to be whole again

Zaheer’s attitude towards Airbenders like Kai, a former criminal with little respect for tradition, is a dark, exaggerated reflection of Tenzin’s initial reaction – violent disgust

The Red Lotus’ ultimate goal is to end the Avatar cycle, then extract Raava from Korra. The chaos they’re causing by destabilising the Earth Kingdom and removing Korra will cause Vaatu to grow much faster. Then the Red Lotus will combine the two spirits, producing Gaana, the spirit of Harmony from whence Light and Dark came, returning the world to primordial peace

Although they stop the Lotus, the formation of Gaana becomes a far-off dream for Korra, her endgame for when the world no longer needs the Avatar

(Also have Zuko meet with and talk to Iroh at the end of Book 3, now he can enter the Spirit World. Pretty please.)

ZAOFU AND THE BEIFONGS

Because the plot of Book 3 isn’t as dense, we have more time to stretch our legs with character stuff – the calm before the storm. Establish the Beifongs’ personalities in greater detail (because there are a lot of them) – have them argue and love each other the way families do

Asami ADORES the design & technology work in Zaofu and really bonds with Bataar Sr - he represents an ideal version her father she saw when she was a kid, what she wishes Hiroshi could’ve been

Also use this opportunity to establish Bataar Jr’s mounting resentment before Book 4 - especially if Asami is a better mechanic than him

Bataar Jr and Opal have a close bond when we meet them as the only non-bending kids (they and Kuvira are a tight-knit trio) but over our time in Zoafu we see them drift apart as Opal embraces her airbending identity. Bataar is left alone.

Involve Kuvira more directly – establish that she’s the emotional lynchpin of the family, the negotiator whom everyone relies on. At the same time, she’s an outsider, only allowed at mealtimes on special occasions etc, and she’s painfully aware of that

When Mako starts investigating the mole in Zaofu, have Kuvira team up with them – she takes the hardline bad cop role, but they work well together and get results (Korra jokes Mako certainly has a type because of how similar they are)

Kuvira joins Team Avatar in the finale, and also when they go after Iwae, helping Mako and Bolin fight Ming Hua and Gahzaan (much more viciously than the bending brothers), but gets knocked out.

In Book 4 when she argues with Su she pulls this specific example: Su is willing to act (or order Kuvira to act) when it serves her own self-interest (i.e. revenge on Iwae) but not when it means taking responsibility for others. Kuvira is tired of being Su’s powerless pawn (if Su had been there to fight, Kuvira wouldn’t have almost been killed by the Red Lotus)

Bopal – Opal is the first person Bolin lets himself be truly vulnerable with, letting down his walls – Mako is very supportive

Create more moral ambiguity around Su. There was a popular headcanon she was part of the Red Lotus/knew Zaheer in her youth, so I’m making this canon. Su brushed/briefly flirted with being part of the Lotus in her youth (she makes a cameo in the Red Lotus origin episodes). This creates a more legitimate conflict between her and Lin (and the future conflict with Kuvira for hypocrisy)

THE NEW AIRBENDERS

Again, this was really well done in the show, I just want more cute Kainora crushing moments tbh.

Have the new airbenders’ relationship with Shady Shin be a direct measurement of how they learn and live by the Air Nomad culture – moving from hostility, to frustration and wanting to give up, to empathy, sympathy, and finally acceptance. At first Shin is angry and violent towards them, but he soon breaks down – he thinks his life is over. Kai’s relationship with him is particularly important – Kai reminds Shin of a young Mako, and Shin is a reminder of what Kai would’ve been without airbending and Jinora.

By the end of the Book (a few months) Kai invites Shin to Jinora’s Master anointing ceremony, and he stands awkwardly in the background

Kya stays with the new airbenders, which has more weight seeing as she’s not ‘officially’ part of the family – she has been accepted/adopted

KORRA, SPIRITS AND RAAVA

To try and lessen the ridiculousness of the Deus Ex Machina in the Book 2 finale, the Avatar state is heavily neutered during Book 3. Now Korra has no past Avatars to channel, the State is much less powerful, and she must learn to operate without it (as compared to Book 2, where she spammed it with reckless abandon), forcing her to find more diplomatic solutions (setting a good example for the airbenders)

Raava’s light is still growing in Korra after being destroyed by Vaatu – their dynamic is now flipped, where Raava is counting on Korra to be a figure of hope and strength she can rely on. This puts more pressure on Korra, but she copes much better now she doesn’t have a thousand Avatars’ voices whispering in her ear – establish she’s actually finding this freedom from tradition beneficial to her job as the Avatar (change is good!)

Have the spirits act as markers for the emotional states of both characters and places – they infest Lower Ring of Ba Sing Se because they’re attracted to the high concentration of chi there. Their emotional state varies, but generally people are adapting well (they’re used to random shit in the slums by now). Mako and Bolin help their family with spirits (they also find Nuktuk hilarious)

By comparison, in the Upper Ring spirits are far fewer because the upper classes treat them like vermin and are trying to push them out. The few spirits that are there turn Dark easily (Korra has to intervene) showing how, despite its pretty surface, the political structure and people on top in Ba Sing Se are corrupt.

When fighting the Dai Li, have Korra directly confront the fact they were founded by a past Avatar (Kyoshi) – emphasising the pattern where she has to deal with a past Avatar’s mistakes. This season is all about Change, so by the end of it have Korra disband the Dai Li

When Korra goes into the Avatar State for the first time in the finale, this is just Raava desperately trying to defend her from Zaheer

I don't know when we'd fit it in (when Korra confronts Zaheer in the Spirit World? When she's hallucinating because of the poison during the finale?) but I NEED a nightmare sequence of what Red Lotus!Korra would've been like - there are so many cool headcanons and fanarts and fics about this. Show the Red Lotus as a true family unit with Korra as the daughter figure, show Korra letting herself loose with Combustion and Lava bending. Show her inner conflict (and dominance) with Raava, who disagrees with her actions

Also it would be awesome if we saw this Red Lotus Korra meet and team up with a dark Equalist! Asami (they both believe in extreme balance) - this sheds new light on their relationship for Korra, and is the catalyst for her realising her romantic interest in Asami - she's witnessing all this destruction and chaos she caused, but she's still happy because she's with Asami

Emphasise how much Korra has become the centrepiece of Team Avatar – she is everyone’s best friend. To Asami in particular she’s become the catalyst and manifestation of everything she likes about herself – her courage, her enthusiasm about helping people, her friends, her own empowerment – the exact opposite of her father

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BLOG REVAMP IS UP AND RUNNING

Since the only major difference is the backstory, I’m gonna put it up here for you all. I would’ve made it shorter but I honestly couldn’t find a way to without cutting out important stuff. Feel free to ask Gaster any questions you have, and if he doesn’t know the answer I’ll answer them for him!

I know it’s long, but please read this!

Background:

In the early 1600s, Gaster was created in a Muscogee Creek village by a man named Chelokeeilitchee (Chekilli). Due to the nature of creating a monster, Gaster had a soul bond with Chekilli. This gave them a constant feeling of how the other was doing and a general idea of where they were. They lived peacefully for the first 24 years of his life. Grillby was created a year after Gaster by Chekilli’s sister and helped her with her work while Gaster helped Chekilli with his, sometimes experimenting with magic or trading with the Europeans. He started learning English through this, but didn’t become fluent in it until the Underground.

The War Between Monsters and Humans started in the European colonies and spread into the Native American civilizations. Most natives fought alongside the monsters, though some fought against. With antimagic on the human’s side, though, monsters were eradicated quickly. The survivors were captured, bound with diluted antimagic so they couldn’t cast magic yet still survived, and thrown behind the barrier. Gaster and Grillby were captured by a faction of humans called the Monster Hunters, known for torturing their captors. They both still have scars from it, though they hide them well. The only ones Gaster hasn’t been able to hide are the cracks on his face. It also brought him to the point of such extreme distress and agitation that it broke the soul bond with Chekilli, which was very much the worst pain he'd ever experienced and probably ever will. He wears his scarf to hide the scars from the injury that triggered it.

Most of the trapped monsters died beneath the mountain from lack of magical energy from the sun. The ones that survived never strayed far from the few holes that allowed light in. As the population started to grow and there became less and less space for the amount of light, Gaster came up with the idea to make the Core as a way to provide magical energy to everyone in the Underground so they wouldn’t have to worry about staying near the sun. While the project was a success overall, future experiments to try and reach other universes accidentally created an opening to the void beneath the Core. It spread quickly, but he and his assistants managed to contain it before it spread too far. This destabilized the Core, resulting in a much lower output of magical energy and unpredictable fluctuations.

Gaster had previously experimented with determination, going so far as to inject some into himself to see what would happen. This widened the cracks on his face even more and he immediately stopped. His mental health after the War was never good, but he’d been in a particularly low point when, through experiments (a couple of which involved cutting out the holes in his hands), he discovered that a combination of determination and magic might stabilize the Core. It wasn’t perfect, but he figured that maybe if a consciousness was there to strengthen the determination, it would work. Convincing himself it was solely to save the residents of the Underground, he dropped Sans and Papyrus (who he’d adopted after their parents were dusted by a fallen human) off with Grillby, and he dropped himself into the Core and the void. The reaction dragged in the assistants that were there at the time, though they had a much closer hold on reality than he did. The only reason Gaster had any connection to his world in the first place was because, in a panic, he cast a spell that connected his life force to Sans’. His right eye was blinded and he would die if Sans did, but he could lend Sans his power, communicate with him through feelings, and Sans wouldn’t die if he did.

Now:

Despite being able to see all possible time paths in the universe, including a few ways that he might be able to get out of the void (not that he could do much to influence people's actions to go in that direction), his escape caught him entirely off guard, because it had nothing to do with his universe at all. In another universe, something went wrong to a certain Tardis mid-flight and she slipped into the void. Gaster and the (Tenth) Doctor immediately hit it off, and upon discovering his situation, the Doctor managed to get the Tardis out and into the skeleton’s universe. Along the way to figure out how to get Gaster out of the void as well as make sure the Core will stay stabilized, he met and made friends with Sans, Papyrus, and Alphys. He met Flowey and convinced him he’d find a way to get him a soul, thereby forming a truce.

After getting Gaster out of the void, the Doctor tried his hand at breaking the barrier and the resets. Gaster, Sans, and Papyrus, with Flowey inside but not joining them, helped the Doctor drive the Tardis into the fourth dimension. There the Doctor managed to succeed in breaking the barrier and resets, but when trying to get back to the third dimension, they went into a completely different universe instead.

In the three weeks of dimension hopping before managing to find their way back home, they visited many different universes, including Underswap, Handplates, another universe similar to Gaster’s, a universe similar to the Doctor’s, the Marvel universe (Tony Stark and Gaster do not get along), Detective Conan, and Fullmetal Alchemist. They became good friends with the Pines in the Gravity Falls universe and Hiccup and some dragons in the How to Train Your Dragon universe due to being stuck in each of those worlds for extended periods of time. Along the way, the Doctor actually managed to accidentally reform Flowey’s soul, and he shifted between his flower form and goat form a couple times depending on his mood before his soul fully formed and settled on the goat form. He can now change between forms at will.

After getting the skeletons back home and hanging out for a little, the Doctor got back to his universe with Asriel joining him. While traveling they picked up Jack Harkness and discovered Jenny and they became a little family unit (and the Doctor, as well as Jack, finally got some freaking therapy cuz they honestly really need it). Everyone kept in contact via interdimensional phones made in the Gravity Falls universe. The Doctor regenerated during this time.

A year after being dropped off, with the Doctor and Ford's help on design, Gaster finished creating a portal, allowing them all to visit each other again. However, along the way there was a mishap with a regulating panel on the portal and voidal radiation flooded the room. Gaster managed to stop it, but in the process some of the radiation got into his body and bonded with it. As such, he now glitches out if he gets startled or agitated. If not careful, he could glitch straight back into the void. If careful, he can intentionally glitch himself out to avoid an attack.

Given that monsters were freed a year before Frisk would've fallen into the Underground, Chara was never awoken. However, the first time the Tardis family came back to the Undertale universe, they all went on a tour on the main path in the Underground. The Doctor entered the room Chara was buried in before Frisk (who was also on the tour) did, and his levels of determination were high enough for him to be the one to accidentally pick up Chara instead, though that wouldn't be discovered for six more months. Around this time, Gaster reunited with Chekilli and he and the skelebros moved in with him. They also ran into some alternate versions of themselves and helped them get back home to their universe via the portal.

. . . Many other things happened after that but there are no clean ways to group them. Gaster and Sans started up therapy and both ended up getting service animals (Sans' as emotional support, Gaster's as emotional support and to wake him up if he starts glitching in the middle of the night due to nightmares). Gaster got ambushed by the same people who had kidnapped and tortured him before (life extension spells) and gave him cracks to almost mirror his other ones before the Doctor rescued him. A lot of relationship building between everyone, but especially Gaster, the Doctor, Jack, and River Song. The Doctor and Jack officially being in a relationship and the Doctor actually proposing to him. Plans to get Chara an actual body. Bill freaking stealing the body they were going to get because he tricked them into a deal (he was previously trapped in a laptop in the Tardis). Due to the fact that the body was intended to be possessed by and bonded to a spirit anyway, though, Bill wasn't able to leave and lost his powers, essentially becoming human. He now sulks in the Tardis and is carefully kept away from anyone he could easily manipulate or hurt.

There was also one point when, due to how close and touchy feely Gaster and the Doctor were with each other, multiple people, including friends and family, confused them for being in love with each other, which confused them themselves for a bit about how they were feeling and they actually went on a date to test it out and it all felt wrong so they vehemently decide they were not even close to being in love. A surefire way to fluster Gaster from embarrassment is to mention the fact that a kiss did happen during this time (in fact, it was the defining factor that made them realize no they do not want this).

At one point when they discovered that the alternate version of the Doctor had started using "they" pronouns instead of "he" (the alt Tardis fam discovered that timelords don't really have a concept of gender due to being able to switch sexes and gender not really being a thing among them, so the Doctor honestly doesn't really care what pronouns people use, and the family wanted to use neutral pronouns for them to respect their culture the best they could and the Doctor ended up actually liking and somewhat preferring the pronoun change for that reason), they decided to do the same thing.

With how close Gaster and the Doctor had gotten and with magic infiltrating the Doctor's soul, they eventually formed a rare natural soul bond. So rare that there are only really a hundred of them on the Earth at any given moment. Natural ones (ie not resulting from creating a monster) only form between the closest of people. Due to it bringing up some trauma in both of them (Gaster being terrified that the bond will break again and the Doctor having to deal with how similar it is to a timelord mental bond, which they can never have anymore), they're currently still figuring out how to navigate it.

More will be added as important events come up.

#story #canon #(or blog canon anyway)#backstory #(please ask any questions that you have!#I love to talk about these guys)#ooc

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princeasimdiya12 · 6 years ago

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Piqua Falls Part 2

So here is part 2 of the Captain Underpants Gravity Falls AU created by @tornrose24 along with @jackie-sugarskull @nintendogamergirlexe and myself. But we highly encourage any and all fans of CU and GF to participate in this AU either by sharing ideas for characters, potential plotlines or funny memes and fanart. This is an open discussion that all are welcome to join in on. The first part along with the last reblog can be found here.

Ooo yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Weird Al would be a perfect fit for the Several Times boy band and the gang would be hyped to see and interact with him. Since there’s no cloning of any kind, would you like there to be some other abnormal activity that he’d be involved in or him just being himself would be more than enough of the adventure?

And okay, I’ll be fine with Sawyer as Abuelita. I’m not sure where that post was where you made the comparison but I’ll be sure to find it.

I can see Erica wanting to work at the Mystery Shack despite Krupp being an overbearing and ruthless boss. She needs a challenge to test her endurance and mental capabilities. And it would be fun for her to rub it in Krupp’s face when she shows how capable she is. I also have some thoughts on what her character arc would be about. I was thinking that she’d be like a foil to George who is also an academically smart kid who has what it takes to achieve higher standing and seeks challenges that are stimulating to her. She represents George but if he was focused more on himself and what he could accomplish rather than just having fun in the moment and not accessing that potential. And to add on to it, he also has his close friendship with Harold which gives him more reason to have fun and not think of himself as much. Thus, Erica would come off as more detached from other kids her age. She’s friendly and willing to interact with them, but she doesn’t have the same bond as the boys have with each other. It’s something that perplexes her and sometimes she feels jealous that George has something he deems more valuable than his own potential. (And it would be cool if she was hiding some of her own secrets. Particularly if she conveniently found a way to deal with the monster of the week that no one sees coming. Do you think she’d be part of the same government agency that Rhee and Yewh work at, thus setting her up as a potential Judas? Or is she from another dimension who is trying to keep Piqua Falls safe from the imminent threat of ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’. Because you end up laughing for hours on end if you hear or speak his entire full name.)

I’m really happy that you love the ideas! And I think that would be adorable! I love that Bo and Gooch would get to show off their musical talents. I’m not sure if the Bobeesas would allow it, what if as part of their mansion party, they hold a talent show in their mansion encouraging the youth of Piqua Falls to come and display their musical talents for the town and uppercrust. Bo and Gooch already have their banjo-organ duet set up but they take a drastic turn when they meet Annie Manda Presto (animando presto which is Italian for ‘to be fast in spirit’) a fierce girl with a serious attitude and a protégé opera singer. So while the boys try to get her attention for music advice, they also start to worry about their own music and may end up in conflict over the other’s musical taste. As for Harold, I take it that something happened in which Billy had to uphold his end of his deal with the devil which ended up crushing Harold either because of what Billy had to do or some misunderstanding. The gang tried to take him to the party to get his mind off of it but he was still in a slump. That is, until a mysterious masked boy with an aquatic necklace offers him his hand to dance…

You also make a valid point regarding Anthrope. It’s hard to imagine her being as insane or deadly compared to McGucket. Although her having emotional mood swings would definitely help her in that regard. (It’ll be kinda like Junko going through her personality changes in the last trial right @jackie-sugarskull ?) But if you’re not completely sold on Anthrope for the role, we can always change her for someone else.

That totally makes sense for Melvin. He’d be an established rival of the Shack since he’s trying to win over the public with his mechanical wonders. Made even more wonderous when he finds the second Journal and uses it to his advantage. His reputation in the town is often tarnished thanks to George and Harold publishing comics about Melvin that demean him and paint him as a laughable dweeb (this is one of the few times Krupp is okay with them making comics and even offers to copy them himself so there’s plenty for everyone). I’m thinking that he would end up creating his own monsters of the week in order to terrorize the gang while also trying to find a way to break through and learn of the Shack’s secrets. He’d still have his obsessive crush on Erica and would try to woo her with his smarts and superiority. And Erica returns the gesture with a knuckle sandwich.

Ooo I just had an idea. What if Krupp originally hired Melvin to help him rebuild the machine after he learned from the papers about him being a prodigal genius when it comes to inventing. So he brought him over to the shack with the promise of him being the next Einstein if he could figure out the machine and get it up and running. To Krupp, it actually seems like a miracle since the kid is a whiz at machines. But just because Krupp hires him doesn’t mean that the partnership is easy. Melvin is as insufferable and nitpicky as ever while Krupp doesn’t want him to ask too many questions and wants him to get it done asap. So while Melvin looks around the computer room, she comes across the Author’s loose notes and personal entries where they discuss the machine in vague terms while also referring to the danger of Poopypants as a powerful cosmic entity. Something clicks to Melvin that he becomes drawn to the entity and learns about the other journals which can lead him to personally communicate with him just like the Author did long ago. But Krupp realizes what’s about to happen and doesn’t want a repeat of his past mistake. So he stops Melvin from leaving with this new info by using one of the memory wipes left lying around. Thus, Melvin no longer remembers anything about the portal or him working for Krupp. But he knows that something big is hiding underneath that primitive shack and he wants to find out what it is. And fortunately, he already knows where to look thanks to a note book page he stashed on himself that reveals the location of Journal 2.

And after that scuffle, Krupp becomes even more secretive regarding the portal and the shack itself. Even if the boys make fun of him for it, no one is learning his secrets on what’s underneath the shack. Huh, I’m honestly seeing a lot of symbolism regarding the crummy shack that everyone knows and sees followed by the secret portal that no one knows about and how it harbors his darkest secret.

Awww that’ll be adorable. And if they do time travel back, then they may just meet only CU. If CU lived in Piqua Falls his whole life then Krupp wouldn’t have been around at the time. Unless of course he came to visit for a reunion of sorts thus giving the boys the chance to meet both men at the same time. Aww now I’m imagining CU in his cape and underwear trying to ‘help’ people while freaking them out.

I’m really glad you like that zodiac sign for him. Lol And for the other characters, maybe we can include Lisa’s who’s symbol would be a musical note. Or the emblem belonging to her family which has a musical theme. Billy’s would be a seashell with a star in the middle; the shell representing his heritage and the star to show how his wish inspired him to change in different ways.

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Ahh I see what you mean. Well if necessary we can base them on the villains that are directly from George and Harold’s comics both in the book series and the animated series. ( The Wicked Wedgie Woman, the Egg Salad Manwich, the Turbo Toilet 2000, the 3 Robo-Boogers, Sir Stinks A lot, the Jorts Alien, the Socktopus, Jessica’s evil twin sister Messica etc.). As for Edith, it would make the most sense considering that neither she nor Krupp would willingly throw their frustrations at each other like the Stan twins. To quote Phineas Flynn, “Yes, yes we do.” And in all fairness, it’s hard not to make him suffer considering all the messed up things he does to everyone in every adaptation of CU ever. He brought this on himself and we’re at least thoughtful enough to give him a happy ending in any AU. Provided that he works for it. :p And yeah, Edith isn’t one to hold a grudge so she’d be willing to let Krupp into her life. But she does need a lot of time to readjust to every that happened in her absence along with ensuring that Poopypants isn’t successful in crossing over.

*ominous Latin music plays in the background even louder*

Ahh alrighty. Either way, it still sounds like a great outfit idea. :)

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