#misfit mansion

[kaydavault]

happy halloween !!! : )

[honestlyobsessed]

*ahem* let's see here... we got:

-Season 6 of Dragon Prince -Season 2B of Ninjago Dragons rising -The Mutant Mayhem series -Anything from ROTTMNT -The book of Bill -The next episode of Kaiju no. 8 -The next volume of Clock Striker -The next Misfit Mansion book -Hazbin Hotel season 2 -Murder Drones episode 8 (and possibly season 2) -Spider man: beyond the spider verse part 2 -The next Welcome home update -the next TADC episode -the next helluva boss episode

[starwarspurgefan]

Should I made a Misfit mansions hanahaki disease au art?

[fantomcomics]

What’s Out This Week? 7/19

We’ll see y’all at our Live Zine Reading on the 22nd!

Big Game #1 (of 5) -  Mark Millar & Pepe Larraz The comics event of the summer is here! Okay, this is so top secret we can't even show you the main cover because it spoils something MASSIVE. Just trust us when we say that this is going to be the comic book event of 2023-and it's NOT what you're expecting. Does the crossover really go that wide? Yes, it does. BIG GAME pulls together KICK-ASS, KINGSMAN, NEMESIS, THE MAGIC ORDER, and ALL the Millarworld franchises in one special event!

The Bomb: The Weapon That Changed The World GN -  Laurent-Frederic Bollee, Didier Alcante & Denis Rodier

On August 6, 1945, at 8:15 in the morning, an explosive charge of more than 15 kilotons fell on the city of Hiroshima. Tens of thousands of people were pulverized, and everything within four square miles was instantly destroyed. A deluge of flames and ash had just caused Japan's greatest trauma and changed the course of modern warfare and life on Earth forever. The world was horrified by the existence of the bomb-the first weapon of mass destruction. But how could such an appalling tool be invented? In The Bomb, Didier Alcante, Laurent-Frédéric Bollée, and Denis Rodier have created an exhaustive and definitive work of nonfiction that details the stories of the unsung players as well as the remarkable men and women who are at the crux of its history and the events that followed.

Doom Breaker GN Vol 1 -  Blue-Deep

Zephyr is the last human fighting evil in a world abandoned by the gods. After being slain by Tartarus, the Demon Lord, all of humanity seems lost. However, much to the sinister amusement of the gods, Zephyr is reincarnated to save humanity and avenge those he loves. Can Zephyr finally have his revenge against Tartarus and save the woman he loves, or is he doomed to repeat the past?

Frontera GN - Julio Anta & Jacoby Salcedo 

As long as he remembers to stay smart and keep his eyes open, Mateo knows that he can survive the trek across the Sonoran Desert that will take him from Mexico to the United States. That is until he's caught by the Border Patrol only moments after sneaking across the fence in the dead of night. Escaping their clutches comes at a price, and lost in the desert without a guide or water, Mateo is ill-prepared for the unforgiving heat that is sure to arrive come sunrise. With the odds stacked against him, his one chance at survival may be putting his trust in something, or rather someone, that he isn't even sure exists. If you'd asked him if ghosts were real before he found himself face-to-face with one, Mateo wouldn't have even considered it. But now, confronted with the nearly undeniable presence of Guillermo, he's having second thoughts. As his journey stretches on, Mateo will have to decide exactly what and who he's willing to sacrifice to find home.

The Great Snake’s Bride GN Vol 1 -  Fushiashikumo

For 500 years, a giant snake god has lived in the ancient mountain. Miyo, an unlucky young woman from the nearby village, has been offered as a tribute: she is to be the snake's bride. Miyo always feared that the enormous talking snake would devour her whole, but once she's taken in by the god, he treats her like a wife rather than a meal. His flicking tongue vibrates through gentle words, his powerful slithering body wraps around hers in an embrace. This god is kinder than his monstrous form implies, and Miyo thinks she could learn to appreciate the non-human form his love takes. What does it truly mean to be the bride of a beast?

Heart Eyes Complete Series TP -  Dennis Hopeless & Victor Ibáñez

Sanity-eating monsters ended humanity. The unlucky few who survived now hide in the cracks of a broken world. And yet somehow, beneath the graveyard that used to be San Antonio, Rico met Lupe, the girl of his dreams. But how did she get here? And why is she smiling? No one survives out in the street. No one smiles where the monsters lurk.

Homicide GN Part 1 - Philippe Squarzoni & David Simon 

Homicide, the celebrated true crime-book from the creator of HBO's The Wire, is reenvisioned in this first volume of a gritty, cinematic graphic novel duology. In 1988, journalist David Simon was given unprecedented access to the Baltimore Police Department's homicide unit. Over the next twelve months, he shadowed detectives as they took on a slew of killings in a city where killings were common. Only the most heinous cases stood out-chief amongst them, the rape and murder of eleven-year-old Latonya Wallace. Originally published in 1991, Simon's Homicide became the basis for the acclaimed television show Homicide: Life on the Streets and inspired HBO's The Wire. Now, this true-crime classic is reimagined as a gritty two-part graphic novel series.

Imitation GN Vol 1 - Kyoung-Ran Park

As a member of the obscure idol group "Tea Party," Ma-Ha dreams of becoming a big star one day. Little did she know that she'd go viral so soon...by embarrassing herself in a popular talk show! But as the saying goes, there is no such thing as bad publicity...right?

Impact Winter: Rook One-Shot - Travis Beacham & Andrea Milana

Hundreds of years before a comet hit Earth and created a cold, dark world ruled by vampires...   A wandering Roman centurion saved a woman from being sacrificed by druids. Honor bound to return Fionnuir to her homeland, Rook embarked on a journey across ancient Britain, where all manner of human and inhuman creatures dwelled...but none more dangerous than the demon he'd sworn himself to.

Lovesick TP -  Luana Vecchio 

"Nature has a kind of innocent cruelty, while man... Why can't man's cruelty be called innocent?" In one of the most lurid corners of the dark web, subscribers pay a high price to be maimed, tortured, and killed by ruthless and irresistible dominatrix DOMINO. This is what they call love in the LOVESICK CLUB. But as Domino faces emerging threats and mounting pressure from a needy audience, what price will she have to pay for success in this literally cutthroat world? And what will she have to become to survive? LUANA VECCHIO invites you into a digital underworld of blood and neon to explore the limits of consent, love, and idolatry in one of the most erotic and extreme stories in recent years!

Marvel Comics: A Manga Tribute GN 

Experience a fresh take on the Marvel Universe with this collection of stunning illustrations from over twenty exceptional Japanese artists, including Yasuhiro Nightow, Akira Himekawa, Peach Momoko, Yusuke Murata, and Yoshitaka Amano. Marvel Comics: A Manga Tribute explores Marvel's rich and enduring legacy as a pop-culture phenomenon by paying homage to its most iconic characters and beloved stories. The book features a range of unique artwork, collected for the first time, celebrating characters from across the multiverse. A must-have for fans of Marvel Comics and Japanese art alike!

Mika & The Howler GN -  Agata Loth-Igaciuk, Berenika Kolomycka & Crank!

Meet Mika! Mika is a young explorer who faces familiar-yet-not-fully known objects and obstacles around her house. Today's newest challenge? The "howler" that roams her living room and hallways sucking up dust bunnies and even her socks! But the howler isn't as dangerous as it appears, and young Mika is soon brave enough to face it. The first in the series of books for the youngest comics readers, enjoy the sweet, simple, and delightful Mika and the Howler.

Misfit Mansion GN - Kay Davault

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends meets Hilda and the Troll in this spooky and sweet middle grade graphic novel about a monster girl who sneaks out of her foster home and into a human town in search of a forever family but finds more than she bargained for. Despite her monstrous appearance, Iris has never felt like she belongs in a mansion filled with kelpies and gorgons and unicorns. She longs to find a family. Unfortunately, she and her housemates are trapped in a "foster home for horrors" run by former paranormal investigator Mr. Halloway. So, when a human boy named Mathias breaks the house's sealing spell, Iris and her companions are set free upon the town of Dead End Springs. What Iris doesn't know is that Mathias is also a paranormal hunter (the kind who seeks to capture and destroy the horrors), or that there are other dangers ahead. As Iris searches for a home, she makes human friends, explores a brand-new world... and stumbles upon a dark secret that Halloway has kept locked in the basement of the house. Will this long-slumbering mystery destroy the family Iris so desperately seeks?

Offshore Lightning GN -  Saito Nazuna

Nazuna Saito began making comics late. She was in her forties when she submitted a story to a major Japanese publishing house and won an award for newcomers. Offshore Lightning collects Saito's early work as well as two recent graphic novellas "In Captivity" (2012) and "Solitary Death Building" (2015), both focused on aging and death.

Pool Boys #1 - Josh Trujillo & Josh Cornillon

Pool Boys welcomes you to the interdimensional Solitaire Resort. This steamy romance focuses on found love, fleeting connections, and the fun we have along the way. Featuring pinups by Sina Grace, Luciano Vecchio, Jacoby Saucedo, and more, with a cover by David Talaski.  

Project Arca: Into The Dark Labyrinth HC -  Romain Bennasaya & Joan Urgell 

In the not-too-distant future, the planet Earth has been destroyed, its orbit withering and its citizens desperate to escape to the stars. The solution? The Arca, massive vessels bound for the distant promised land of Leonis. When the passengers of Arca III awaken from their long intergalactic journey, they realize they're not in Leonis. Not only that, their journey has taken much longer than the planned two hundred years, and has landed them in a starless, seemingly endless place. Eric Rives, the ship's second-in-command, and his partner Jia Tang are sent on an exploratory mission to investigate the dark labyrinth that surrounds them... but what they find is beyond belief.

Scrapper #1 (of 6) - Cliff Bleszinksi, Alex De Campi, Sandy Jarrell & Juan Ferreyra Blade Runner-style action mixes with big emotions as stray dog Scrapper and his buddy Tank fight for justice against the totalitarian forces of a post-apocalyptic domed city. But when the fight comes to his home, Scrapper will face losing what's most important to him-and gain a terrifying truth in the process. (Don't worry, Mom. The dog doesn't die.)

Star Wars Inquisitor: Rise Of The Red Blade - Delilah S Dawson

When the Jedi Order falls, the Inquisitors rise.. From the aftermath of Order 66 comes a new group of former Jedi, each with their own reason to serve the Empire under Darth Vader. Among them is Iskat, who survived the destruction of her old Order to claim a new destiny in the Force. Iskat joins the Inquisitors in the hope of uncovering her hidden past that the Jedi refused to share with her.

Video Game Of The Year SC -  Jordan Minor & Dan Ryckert

Pong. The Legend of Zelda. Final Fantasy VII. Rock Band. Fortnite. Animal Crossing: New Horizons. For each of the 40 years of video game history, there is a defining game, a game that captured the zeitgeist and left a legacy for all games that followed. Through a series of entertaining, informative, and opinionated critical essays, author and tech journalist Jordan Minor investigates, in chronological order, the innovative, genre-bending, and earth-shattering games from 1977 through 2022. Minor explores development stories, critical reception, and legacy, and also looks at how gaming intersects with and eventually influences society at large while reveling in how uniquely and delightfully bizarre even the most famous games tend to be.

Wanted 20th Anniversary Edition #1 -  Mark Millar &  J. G. Jones Celebrate 20 years of Millarworld this month with this special gold-logo edition of the comic that started it all, featuring the reprinted first issue of WANTED itself alongside exclusive interviews, sketches, and behind-the-scenes material! Learn how WANTED went from the page to the screen in record time and set a course for not only the Angelina Jolie movie, but the Netflix empire that came after.

Whatcha snagging this week?

[bluepunkmon]

In terms of uncomplicated recent reads, I just finished Misfit Mansion and loved it! Read it if it's at your local library!

[larrylimericks]

6Nov2023

Hairless Edition Many tears, like the curls, have been shed. “He’s acting!” “He’s balding!” they’ve said. At U2’s Vegas home: A shiny, sleek dome ... Not the Sphere — Harry’s freshly shorn head!

Homeless Edition The internet’s taking-the-piss-ing: Harry’s house and his hair have gone missing. Ol’ Ben’s attic shuffle’s Now hotels with Russell, While his husband squawks on about chicken.

[fen-dwxller]

bold what stereotypes your muse is !

the ‘chosen one’ || the dumb jock || the mean girl || femme fatale || the sidekick || the anti-hero || the damsel in distress || the final girl || the tortured artist || the mad scientist || the instigator || the nerd || the bad boy || the drama queen || the boy/girl next door || the jester || the misfit || the starving artist || the crazy cat lady || the manic pixie dream girl || the mentor || the mother figure || the father figure || the loner || the peacemaker || the rebel || the superhero || the supervillain || the con artist || the monster || the empath || the gifted child || the non-conformist || the puppeteer || the vigilante 

tagging: anyone that wants to do this <3

[alexsnerdycorner]

Touchy-Feely

Title: Touchy Feely

Word Count: 3011

Warning: Smut, Swearing, Unprotected sex, a bit of an age gap, talk of attempted incestuous rape (one sentence).  Bisexual Charles and logan. AFAB reader, dirty talk (so sorry for horrible it is), Oral sex, P in V sex, Anal (Male receiving), Praise kink, multiple female orgasms,

Fandom: X-Men movies / Marvel

Pairing: Charles Xavier X Fem!Reader X Logan

Rating: Mature

Summary: This is based on a request I got from my old fandom blog. I’ve rewritten it, added smut, and edited it. The reader (F) has the ability to make people aroused on contact (much like Alisha from Misfits) and to manipulate others emotions, memories, and more. This is post Days of Future Past, but Charles still has hair and ability to use his lower body because it made sense for the story.

A/N: I had a difficult time rewriting this as I had an ex named Chaz, which is short for Charles/Charlie and he graped me. I’ve always loved Charles Xavier and I’m trying not to let the grapist get to me, but sometimes I am unsuccessful. I hate myself for letting things go so far as to “allow” him to do this to me. But I kinda flinch every time I hear his name or variations of it. Also, this is my first time writing a threesome. Please don’t judge it that harshly.

You discovered your powers five years ago when you turned seventeen and went on a date to prom and your boyfriend’s best friend asked for a dance. This led to him trying to drag you to the bathroom to fuck you. That was when you found out that you could make anyone feel aroused just by touching them. Your boyfriend of the time broke up with you because there was no way he’d be seen dating a mutant freak. You knew for sure you were a mutant when your father tried to comfort you that night and wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to undress you. Luckily your mother was home to drag him off.

You were angry, and wished that he knew better. Better yet, you wished that he would try to burn his hand off. A moment later your father turned on the stove and stuck his hand over the burner, catching his hand on fire. That was when you found out you also had the ability to influence people’s actions and thoughts.

After that, your parents sent you away to Charles Xavier’s school for mutants, or, the nicer way to put it, gifted individuals. Charles took you in out of the goodness of his heart, as he would with any other mutant. You never told him of the embarrassing powers of eroticism, only of your ability to manipulate other’s emotions, actions, and memories. Your first week at his school after Bobby Drake pushed past you and accidentally touched your hand, you had to forcibly push him off you. He didn’t know any better so you altered his memory of the situation. But you were still so visibly upset that the professor, who was ten years older than you, tried to comfort you, you stumbled back to avoid his touch. But were unsuccessful, able to tell how aroused he was by the look in his eyes.

You then confided in him about your true powers and afterward made sure that the other students knew not to touch you, claiming you had a power similar to Rogue’s. Charles always took special interest in you and allowed you to stay at the mansion over the holidays and summers when all the other students went home. You grew to like and desire him, but were too scared to say anything because he was your mentor, but suspected he to had feelings for you. Eventually, you had graduated and became a full-fledged member of the X-Men.

While there, another man also took interest in you, Logan. He was a good-looking man with large muscles and claws made of adamantium. You could feel a lapse in his memories and tried to work with him to get them back. All attempts made were unsuccessful.

Today, you had pretty good control over your powers and it was a few days until your twenty-first birthday. Everyone was on vacation for the start of the holidays leaving you, Charles, and Logan alone in the mansion. You woke happy to get some peace and quiet for once instead of having to deal with students and teaching. You spent the whole day reading for your leisure in the library, but not long before dinner time, you went back to your room to change as Charles requested that you join him for dinner. You put on an alarmingly short dress for your taste that hugged all the right curves.

When you arrived in the dining room Charles sat at the table with your favorite meal in front of the two set seats. You wondered why logan wasn’t joining the two of you.

“Logan is out for the night,” Charles said, looking up through his scraggly brown hair. He paused a moment as you tried to hide a frown, “Good evening, Y/N”

“Hi, Charles,” you smiled at him and sat next to him. You made small talk as you ate dinner.

“Oh, Y/N, I have something for you on the kitchen counter. Would you be a doll and go get it.”

“Really?” your eyes glowed with excitement as you stood and walked to the kitchen. On the island counter sat a small cake iced with the words Happy Birthday Y/N and next to it was a small black velvet box with a white ribbon tied neatly around it. Below your breath, you gasped, “What?”

“Open it,” Charles whispered in your mind.

You smiled and shook your head, “Charles, get out of my head.”

You walked back out into the dining room with the box in your hand.

He had a big stupid grin on his face that you just wanted to kiss away, “Just open it.”

You carefully untied the bow and pulled the top back a bit roughly because the hinges on it stuck. You gasped when you saw what was on the inside of the box. With a huge smile, you took the small necklace into your fingers and examined it. It was in the shape of an infinity sign but with hearts on each end. Beautiful red crystals lined the pendant.

“Oh my god, Charles, it is so beautiful!” you looked up at him, “Thank you so much!” you walked over to him, “would you put it on me?”

He smiled, “of course.”

You handed him the necklace and pulled your hair out of the way. He put the necklace over your head and as he clasped it in the back, his fingers ran across the top of your back. He jerked his hands away and cleared his throat, “I’m so sorry, y/n”

You forgot how much you longed for human contact until now. You turned around and shaking your head, you looked him in the eye, “No, it...it felt good.” You could tell it felt good to him too, his face was beet red and he was taking deep breaths, trying to cover up how aroused he was from your powers. “I forgot how nice the human touch could be.”

You could see that he felt embarrassed for touching you, he had the same face as he did in his office that day he first touched you.

“You know, I am an adult. I’m not that young girl whose hand you touched in your office years ago. I’m different. I have more control.”

He smiled, “I know. You have, uh,” he cleared his throat, “definitely changed. In more ways than one.”

Your desire for him grew with every passing second. You could tell his was too.

“Do it again.”

“What?” Charles asked.

“Do it again. Touch me. I want you to touch me. It feels nice.”

“Y/N, I... I don’t want to take advantage of you like that...I-”

“Charles!” You interrupted. He stopped rambling and looked at you. “I like you a lot. I’m old enough to make my own choices. I know you like me too.”

“But, Y/N…”

“Charles, shut up,” you leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

He put his hand on the back of your head and kissed you back harder. You straddled him in his chair.

Charles broke the kiss, “Logan’s going to be here any minute.”

“I don’t care,” you kissed him hungrily.

“He’s going to walk in on us,” Charles said between kisses.

“Good, let him. Maybe he’ll join us.”

Charles laughed into your lips and pulled your body closer to his, “God, you are so beautiful.”

“So are you,” you rubbed against him, humping his lap. He stood up, pushed his plate across the table, and set you on the dining room table and stood between your legs. You could feel him hard against you as he kissed you back harder, pushing his body against your own and let his hands wander.

“You have no clue how long I’ve waited for this. How much I’ve dreamed of this” Charles said as you trailed kisses down his neck. He let out a soft grunt.

“I do know. Who do you think put those dreams there to begin with” you slid his tweed jacket off him and tossed it onto the floor.

He let out a breathy laugh, “You sly little minx” and smiled into your kiss.

He traveled his hands up the skirt of your dress as you loosened his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt. You could feel the heat between you and Charles. His tongue danced with yours. His hand slid on the inside of your upper thigh. You let out a soft moan of ecstasy. He grabbed at the hem of your dress and slid it over your head and threw it behind him. In your bra and panties, you slid his shirt off his lean and slightly muscular body as he marveled at the sight of you.

Charles made out with you some more before you moved your hands from his chest to his belt. You fiddled with the belt blindly as you were too enthralled in Charles to look down. As he slid his hand over the small of you back to the hem of your panties, you slid the belt off him, tossed it aside, and went back to his zipper and button.

Charles’ hand was at the clasp of your bra when you heard a deep and growling throat being cleared from the doorway.

“Come on, we eat on that table!” you pulled away from Charles’ lips, a small trail of saliva still hooking your lips together, and leaned your head on his shoulder. You saw Logan leaning on the door frame, trying to overt his eyes. But you saw what was truly in his eyes. Lust.

Charles looked up and saw Logan as well. You felt his hands travel down to button his pants back up, but you stopped him with one hand and announced, “We will take it to the bedroom. Under one condition”

“What’s that?” Logan asked, mostly to humor you.

“Join us,” You hopped off the table and stood in front of him. His throat bobbed as he tried to show restraint. You reach out to touch him, forgetting about your powers for a moment but caught yourself before you make contact. You drop your hand, “Please”

“He wants to, I can hear his thoughts. He wants it bad. Nearly as bad as you want him.” Charles interrupted, trying to make you feel better about almost touching Logan without consent.

“Stay outta my head, Charles,” Logan did not break eye contact with you.

“Is it true?” You whisper.

Logan growled again, but this time it was a different type of growl. It was a growl filled with want and desire. He reached out his hand and grabbed yours, he took your open hand and placed it on his hardening bulge, “Princess, I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your lustful smile grew and you kissed him with a hard, deep, passionate kiss, “Then join us in the bedroom”

He swept you off your feet and turned to Charles, “Comin’ handsome?”  

Charles’ eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. And he followed Logan who led them to Charles’ bedroom. Once the door was shut behind the three of you, Logan lightly tossed you onto the bed and gave you one last kiss before taking his shirt off his body in one swoop.

Logan turned to Charles, “What’re ya waiting for? An invitation? The lady wants us naked. I don’t need to be a mind reader to tell you that.”

Charles stood there for a second too long for Logan’s liking so he stalked over to a stammering Charles, kissed him, and started to undo his zipper to his pants. Logan pushed down Charles’ pants and Charles stepped out of them, leaving him in his underwear. Charles closed his eyes and kissed Logan back as Logan backed them both up to where you sat on Charles’ bed. They pulled apart and looked at you. Heat rushed to your face and to your core.

“See something you like?” Charles spoke up while maintaining eye contact with you.

“I see two things,” You sat up in the bed and drew the both of them close to you. First you kissed Charles, then you kissed Logan. Your hands moved down to Logan’s jeans and unbuttoned and unzipped them. Charles took his pants and yanked them down revealing a large growing bulge in Logan’s underwear.

“Charles, I think Logan sees something he likes as well.” You smirked up at the men.

“I see two things,” Logan said. And pulled you so you were sitting on the edge of the bed. He knelt down in front of you and hooked a finger around your panties. While maintaining eye contact with you, he said, “I can smell how wet you are,”

Charles leaned down to kiss you while Logan slid off your panties and tossed them aside. Logan removed your bra with one hand. You took Charles’ boxers and pulled them down and then took his cock into your hand. You started to jerk him off. With your other hand you reached down to Logan’s head which found its way between your legs. His hands were on your thighs and he began licking your clit in a circular motion.

“Oh fuck, Logan,” you swore, lowering your head to Charles’ cock. You took Carles into your mouth and ran your tongue over the head. This elicited a groan from Charles. You moaned against his cock in approval.

Logan continued to suck at your clit as Charles took one of his hands and placed it behind your head to stoke your hair. You saw Logan reach down, remove his boxers, and pump his cock twice before returning one hand to your thigh and the other to your slit. He slowly worked one finger into your dripping cunt. You mewled with Charles’ cock still in your mouth.  You pulled at Logan’s hair as he added another finger. You felt a building tightness in your core.

You took Charles out of your mouth and moaned for both men to hear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”

“Come for him darling,” Charles moaned as you continued to stroke his cock, “Come for him like the good girl I know you are”

With that you let out a loud moan that reverberated throughout the room. Logan added one last finger to your pussy and you came undone, clenching his head between your thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Logan!” You shouted. Logan removed his head from your thighs and looked up at Charles.

“Come down here and taste her on my lips,” he commanded. Charles followed the orders given to him and pulled his cock from your hands to kneel next to Logan. He took Logan’s member into his hands and kissed him on the lips. Logan’s hand rested on your knee while the other held the back of Charles’ head. Still recovering from your first orgasm, you watched for a moment as Charles and Logan made out.

Charles pulled away from Logan and turned to you, “You want a taste?” he asked.

You slowly nodded your head and leaned forward to meet his lips. You tasted your sweet juices on his lips and groaned, “I need you inside me, now.”

Charles looked to Logan.

“Give the princess what she wants, bub.” Logan broke their connection and stood up. Charles followed suit and stared while Logan commanded you go on your knees.

“All yours, Charles,” Logan whispered, “Get on the bed.”

Charles followed the instructions and knelt on the bed behind you. He guided his cock into your still wet cunt and drove all the way into you, causing you gasp. Charles bent over and kissed your back.

Logan moved from his place in front of you to behind Charles, “God, you two are so beautiful.”

While Charles moved in an out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, Logan worked on getting Charles’ ass ready for him. Both men were well endowed and Logan especially had girth to his cock. When Logan’s first finger made its way into Charles’ ass, Charles jumped a bit, not expecting it. But gasped in pleasure when he added a second finger.

“Y/N, You’re so fucking good. You are taking me so well, love.” Charles whimpered.

You moaned as he nipped the back of your neck. He picked up the pace and began slamming into you all the way down to his balls.  You felt the bed sink down behind the two of you and logan was undoubtedly lining himself up at Charles’ entrance. When you didn’t think that Charles could go any deeper, you let out a ragged breath when Logan pushed into Charles which made Charles push further into you.

The three of you moved in unison. You could hear Logan and Charles moan and groan and kiss. You felt yourself approaching climax. The knot in your stomach grew and grew.

“Fuck, Charles, I’m gonna cum,” You sputtered.

“Come for us, princess” Logan ground out.

You felt your walls clenching onto Charles’ cock and you moaned out, “Oh fuck, you feel so good!”

With the next few thrusts into you, you felt the knot burst and you came undone. With a grunt, Charles’ thrusts were becoming erratic and uneven.

“I’m close,” he panted and was next to come. He stayed, pushing his cum further into your pussy and moaning with pleasure. The bed creaked with Logan’s thrusting.

“I’m almost there,” Logan cried out. And with a few more thrusts he came into Charles’ ass with a howl.

Logan pulled out of Charles who then pulled out of you. The two men then situated themselves on the bed so that you were between them. You could feel sleep calling your name.

***

You woke up in the morning lodged between a hairy Logan and a snoring Charles. Neither of your companions were wearing shirts while their lower half remained covered by the sheet. You were wearing nothing but the sheet. You dared not wake them, so you stayed put, staring up at the ceiling with the sun shining in on your face.  

[mistyheartrbs]

cannot stop thinking about weird barbie and queercoding and how her subplot mirrors margot robbie barbie’s main plotline and the Implications of it all. because like. weird barbie is introduced as this outsider who lives on the fringes of barbieland society (it’s intentionally never made clear whether she was exiled or chose to set up camp there herself; the way mckinnon plays her makes me think probably a mix of both) who, as one of the other barbies (i want to say alexandra shipp/the author?) explains, was one of the prettiest barbies until a little girl played with her too hard, and now she’s an outcast. the barbies call her Weird Barbie behind her back and to her face. this is because of something she couldn’t control (first parallel to robbie’s barbie, whose crisis is brought on by gloria’s own feelings of negativity) and yet she’s forced away because of it. going to hop onto a brief tangent here and say one of the things that never sat right with me in toy story 3 was the weird...demonization? of the preschoolers who chew on/break/otherwise harm the toys because in a story where the Very Ultimate Dream of any toy is to be loved and played with it’s bizarre that they then seemed to be saying well, actually, there are Wrong ways to play with toys when these kids didn’t know any better. and it would’ve been easy for that to be weird barbie’s deal - a freaky little girl played with her in the “wrong” way and doomed her as a result. but she gets to be a hero! she leads the resistance!

robbie’s barbie is immune to ken’s brainwashing bc she experienced the real world’s misogyny and more specifically felt gloria’s messy complex human emotions - her “dark and crazy” drawings, as sasha calls them - stemming from the pain of being a woman in society. weird barbie has never been to the real world and still manages to stay immune, along with her mansion of misfit toys (including, as other tumblr users have pointed out, magic earring ken aka Gay Ken) - there’s layers to that. in both robbie’s barbie’s and weird barbie’s cases, their girls placed Weird and Unpleasant feelings onto the perfect ideal that is Barbie™ and absolutely upended their lives as a result - but they became fully realized people because of it. barbie chooses to go back to the real world to live as a human woman because she wants to feel all those messy and bizarre human feelings! she loves them! she loves humanity and the avenues through which she reaches that love are women being unabashedly freaky and weird both within and outside of her understanding of the world she lives in. what a queer experience. what a way to showcase that scary exciting feeling of being on the very fringes of girlhood and needing to define it for yourself. pink birkenstocks. she leaves barbieland better than she found it. she can’t stay there anymore. she loves the people around her and she loves herself and that self-love is something she’s earned now. weird barbie gets to run sanitation. gloria’s ideas for ordinary barbie foster understanding. barbie is sasha’s stepmom now probably. greta gerwig you’ve done it again.

[wingheadshellhead]

i'm back on my "mcu steve was in the darkest timeline because he never experienced the canon event of tony stark giving him a home and a family" bullshit. post-ice steve was isolated, grieving, lonely, going through ptsd and survivor's guilt and he was constantly fixated on how he had no home or family or identity beyond cap. post-ice in the mcu, SHIELD stuck him in the costume and sent him back into the field, reinforcing the idea that he was nothing more than the empty shell of captain america.

"All my life I've tried to find a place for Steve Rogers—but still he lives under the more colorful shadow of Captain America… Perhaps it's Steve Rogers who's the legend—and Captain America who is the reality! Perhaps I was born to be a red-white-and-blue Avenger—and nothing more! But there must be more to life than endless combat! Others have found a home—a family—why can't I? Or, is Steve Rogers destined to walk alone forever—until the final battle—until he walks no more?"

— Tales of Suspense Vol. 1 #75 (1959)

"[...] But, even in the center of a crowd, I'm an outsider—a misfit! Only when I'm costumed as Captain America do I seem to come alive—to have a mission—a purpose! But, as Steve Rogers, I'm merely a name—a hollow shell—with no roots—no real life to call my own! Other men have friends—wives—loved ones!"

— Tales of Suspense Vol. 1 #92 (1959)

in the comics, the canon event of tony stark, the first person steve meets in the 21st century, giving him all of those things — a purpose, a home, somewhere to belong as himself and not just cap — changed his entire life.

"The first week after I came out of the ice… It was a dark time. I'd lost everything. My best friend. All my friends. All I had. I didn't know what I could hang on to. And then Tony Stark came in with this little… handheld cinema. Future technology. He showed me a newsreel. Right there, I saw a man walk on the moon. For all mankind. And in that moment, I felt hope again."

— S.W.O.R.D. Vol. 2 #6 (2021)

"Mr. Stark, when I woke up in this era, I had no one. Nothing. You gave me a purpose. Somewhere to belong… You gave me a home."

— Iron Man/Captain America: Casualties of War (2006) 

meeting tony and the avengers, creating those friendships and connections, living at the avengers mansion with them, gives steve hope that he can still find happiness and belonging in the present day.

i always found it ironic that in the mcu steve projects this ideal of happiness and domestic life onto tony. this scene in ca:cw is a perfect example of that disconnect between the reality and what steve assumed on the surface was tony achieving what he never could — having a partner, his own family and kids. (the fact that cacw tony is 4 seconds away from a heart attack at all times and too busy running around firefighting PR crises just further drives home the irony.)

and then in a cruel twist of fate, mcu actually gives tony all of these things: home, family, wife and kid. we see steve witnessing tony having these things and knowing it's all possible, but just not for him and not in this era. (and ultimately, tony only gets to have these things for a brief period of time before having to give it all up.)

mcu steve never got to have the experiences that have shaped every other universe's steve rogers. the presence of tony stark, his friendship, his home, his love (whether platonic or romatnic), that formed the foundation of steve's purpose within the avengers, is intrinsic to steve finding hope and happiness in the modern day. the mcu changing such a crucial canon event rewrote not only the core of mcu steve's story but the trajectory of the cinematic universe. and in the end, the writers sent steve back to the past because they believed after 6 movies and 7 years, he had nothing left to live for in the present and i honestly can't think of anything more tragic.

[kaydavault]

We're doing a Misfit Mansion sequel!! Also excited to draw everyone in new designs. This book will be out in 2026!

[honestlyobsessed]

[starwarspurgefan]

Here it’s is.I been thinking about making this and it’s finally here. That right! The misfit mansion hanahaki disease au also checks out my star knights hanahaki disease au art on my account.

The story:took place after misfit mansion

Iris has always learned about her sexuality despite been a monster’s, she was wondering about her sexuality, as time went on she find out about that she liked girl instead of boys, iris then decided to accept that she a lesbian but worrying that everyone will make fun of her or her friends kel and Agnes ended their friendship with her if she revealed to everyone that she a lesbian, iris decided to keep it hidden until the right moment, iris was thinking about dahlias……she wasn’t worried about her but………she was feeling something……..she feel……like she was in love……she felt this every time she come across or look at dahlias……iris then knew that she had a crush on her……….iris’s……like dahlias……..sure she is creepy at all but……..iris seems to like her art and understanding about dahlias………normal she hang out with other horror other then kel and Agnes, but the more she hangs out with dahlia the more feelings she has for her……she doesn’t want to admit it but it’s true…..she is too much of a coward to tell her how she feels……..just when she thought everything was fine……but then…..she is started feeling something…..she rush to the bathroom when no horror or human are there…..and then lock the door and look at the mirror and….……she is then coughing up flowers with blood…….it’s was impossible she thought as she look at the mirror..………..there is no ways its possible she thought…..but as time went on, she is keep on coughing up flowers……she has to get rid of the flowers by flashing them down the toilet or vomit in the trash can as it’s was little petals that no one pay attention but as time went on…….its started to get worse………she was trying to hide and telling everyone especially mr halloway that she is find….but kel and Agnes know something is wrong with her and they were worried about her…..…as some of the flowers petals iris was trying to get rid were on the floor…….flowers petals keep…….on…….showed up on the trash can……and dahlia was also worried about her as iris was keep on above her…….all three of them knew something is wrong with iris……especially her face that she is lying and some blood were dripping from her lip……

So yeah……this is literally long at fuck……so yeah hope you enjoy it (or don’t)…..by the way check out misfit mansion.it’s a pretty good graphic novel that deserves more attention! It’s made by kay davault the same person who made oddity woods and star knights.

[blacknedsoul-blog]

My bet on what Annabel wanted to do and why

So I'm reading the mansion arc again because the hiatus is over and that scene is coming back to me.

Now I have a whole theory as to why Annabel did what she did and for what. One of those "all or nothing" ones, but I thought it was interesting to share anyway.

The Background

The first thing to keep in mind is Annabel's role within her group: she's there to get information and to see herself as someone competent and worth following, but also as an agent of chaos in the shadows, actively trying to get them to fight each other (put a pin in that, because it's going to be important).

The whole scene where Montresor makes Ada bark introduces us to this guy, not as just any bully, but as someone extremely sadistic. While Annabel manages to get him to back down in the end, this makes it clear to her that he's a problem she needs to solve by yesterday, because, as if his sadism weren't enough, he's uncomfortably interested in Lenore.

The Amontillado

So she decides to take the first step to satisfy Montresor's thirst for blood by throwing someone under the bus, and unfortunately Duke is the most logical choice: Berenice and Eulalie share a room, Morella can manifest, and although Prospero is not Pluto's friend, he won't get involved in this kind of shady business. Duke, on the other hand, is an easy prey: he cannot manifest and shares a room with Montresor. It's all advantages.

But Annabel can't allow Montresor to commit murder outright. Not that she gives a shit about Duke's life, but if this guy finds out he can murder people in school, it's pretty certain that it will be impossible to push him back. Next it will be her, or worse, Lenore.

It's hard to tell if she suggested putting him behind a wall or just told Montresor, "Why get your hands dirty? I know you can be more creative." Either way, she's doing it to buy time: again, there's no upside to Duke dying, but maybe she can twist this in her favor somehow. And she needs to do it fast.

The Pendulum

The answer comes to her as if it fell from the sky with the pendulum, which is on the table as an object to be chosen during the test, and the stroke of luck is that it is Lenore who chooses it. So she keeps it: this was the piece she needed to turn the situation around.

Annabel knows where Duke is. And maybe our friend isn't far away either (there were five people moving through guarded corridors, one of them unconscious), so it's enough to get to where he is, break through the wall, and leave the pendulum aside so Duke can find his way back to school or join his friends more easily. After all, he'll have Pluto looking for him like crazy, and it would be absurd for him not to use his spectre for that. And if these people don't manage to hit the right spot, she has already discovered the pendulum's range during the test, she could do it herself without arousing suspicion.

The test is over. The Misfits get more and more desperate, Lenore is taken to Dreamland and Ada manifests only to fall into Montresor's arms. All of this actually suits her quite well, for one specific reason: Annabel wants to put a target on Montresor's back and make him doubt his "trusted" people.

Will's spectre can copy people's appearance, while Ada shared a team with Lenore during the test. Both could have stolen it. At the very moment Montresor discovers that the pendulum was used to save this guy, there will be doubt as to which of these two (whom he thinks he has in the palm of his hand) betrayed him. After all, they both seemed pretty uncomfortable with the situation.

Suspicious of Annabel? That was the look on her face as Duke desperately begged her to stop them.

Speaking of Duke, after he tells the rest of his friends what happened, Montresor would be an immediate target to confront…just like Annabel. But hey, "protect me from your allies and I'll protect you from mine," Lenore will avoid getting her guts ripped out (right?).

Maybe she found out she couldn't manifest after the test, so she left it until the next day. In this image, we are told that Annabel gets up ridiculously early, which is quite possible without anyone seeing her.

And while Pluto mentions that he still can't manifest again, let's remember that Annabel has a little more control over her spectre than he does.

Parenthesis: on the Widow Watch

The question here is: if this idiot had it all figured out and swears her wife is okay with all this crap, why not tell Lenore?

My answer is summarized in this picture:

Annabel is a long-term player, this girl doesn't care about Duke's safety, and his life only seems relevant to her because his death doesn't benefit her. She doesn't care about saving him, she cares about how saving him will distract Montresor from Lenore and allow her to take the first steps to get rid of him.

If Lenore runs off to save Duke (something Annabel thinks she will do out of guilt), the only thing she will accomplish is to make Montresor even more fixated on her and possibly blow Annabel's cover: it would be strange if they could suddenly find him easily without anyone telling them.

Another thing to consider is that Lenore arrives at the Widow's Watch in this state:

She may not have been able to see what happened to Montresor from up there because of how surprised she is, but Lenore's clothes are burned, and it doesn't take a genius to know who inflicted at least some of those wounds on her. All the more reason to try to keep Lenore out of this situation until the time is right.

House of Cards

One thing I really love about Annabel is that while many of the things she plans make sense, and indeed several of her predictions come true (such as the students not being able to manifest themselves by approaching Lenore), to quote her, she is not a mind reader. And watching her machinations unravel because of things she can't control is not only plausible, it's really interesting.

Especially when Lenore is the cause. Immovable object meets unstoppable force, and until they get their act together, this is doomed.

And disaster has arrived at that very moment.

The first thing that disarmed Annabel at this point, in my opinion, is that Lenore knew what she had done to Duke before she should have: without knowing her intentions, this looks like a completely deliberate and cold-bloodedly planned simple murder attempt. Annabel was confident that Lenore would understand as soon as she saw the pendulum, either as "I got our enemy off your back for now, but he won't stop" or, if I'm wrong and this woman has some self-awareness, as "I found no other way to get our enemy off your back, but I did everything I could to keep this man safe".

While the jokes about Annabel being a masochist are hilarious, on a serious note, I think it's appropriate to note that his complete failure to see how angry Lenore is is because she's never seen her this angry. Or worse, she's never seen her so angry at her. And she knows what Lenore is capable of in that state.

As if that weren't bad enough, her predictions were that Lenore would run to find Duke, but instead this woman picked up a revolver and walked right into the lion's den.

In other words, Annabel has not only failed catastrophically to keep Lenore away from Montresor, she has prompted her into a direct confrontation.

Everything she thinks she knows about her has just gone to hell.

The fallen queen

One last thing I think is interesting about the situation Annabel is in right now is that there is a threat she has no idea about. Annabel was counting on Lenore to protect her from her allies, but…

If Montresor has eyes, he knows. That means he only has to add 2+2 to see through Annabel's little games.

And the one person who could have protected her right now has no interest in what happens to her.

Hiatus over, people. I hope you're as anxious as I am.

[assiraphales]

kuro and his lil hissing kitty cat minions really spent years as hired help in a mansion working dull day to day jobs as butler/cook/housekeeper for a long game con to get kaya’s inheritance from her just for luffy and his band of ragtag misfits to foil his plot in one night. just because luffy REALLY wanted a specific boat

[raginglesbian2006]

Ne Me Quitte Pas

Alastor x angel!reader

Chapter 3: Some of these days

Chapter warnings: Vox being annoying

I feel so lonely

For you only

Cos you know, honey

You've always had your way

Masterlist

Alastor sighed as he walked through the halls of Carmilla Carmine’s mansion. Yet another meeting with the overlords that he could not care less about. However, he needed to keep up appearances, especially since he had disappeared for so long. Despite his return, there were still some who doubted his power.

He winced a bit, as he ran his clawed hand over his clothed chest, right over where the wound was. That bastard Adam, as much as he hated to admit it, had done quite a number on him. He’d broken his staff and rendered it useless and struck him across his chest, the wound having never been healed since then.

He guessed it was because of that angelic weapon that prevented him from recovering quickly. After all, he was a demon. A demon very susceptible to angelic powers. Well, at least the bleeding stopped after a few days. He would’ve been at a disadvantage if others, let alone the overlords, knew of his injury.

“Holy shit, this place is huge. How do you navigate through this every time?”

And of course, to make matters worse, he had to escort…the king of hell.

“You know, I never bothered attending these meetings cuz I was…uhh…busy,” Lucifer stated.

“Busy with your duck collection, you mean?” Alastor glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his smile ever prevalent.

Lucifer glared up at him, “You know I can banish you from hell, right? Or kill you, on the very spot you’re standing?”

Alastor let out a loud laugh, static echoing through the halls, “You wouldn’t do that. Our dear Charlie would not appreciate that sentiment.”

Lucifer grunted, “Motherfuck- ”

His words were cut off as the huge doors leading to where the meeting was being held, opened. Eyes were immediately on the duo, prompting Lucifer to break out his “get me out of this awkward situation” smile.

“Eyyyyy,” the demon king snapped out his finger guns, “How’s the gang doing?”

Alastor cringed, his face very visibly showing his distaste, despite his wide grin.

“Your majesty,” Carmilla bowed her head, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance after all these years. Please, join us. Both of you.”

Alastor sat down at his usual spot beside Rosie as Lucifer was seated at the head of the long table. Said demoness, leaned towards him and whispered , “Vox has been awfully cocky today. Talked about how he’d take you down…permanently.”

Alastor chuckled, his eyes flitting over to Vox and his crew of misfits. It seems he’d somehow completely overlooked his presence. He was insignificant anyway.

“Rosie, dearest,” he widened his grin, “you know he is no threat to me.”

“I know,” she whispered, “but he seemed...oddly confident. Do be careful, dear.”

Alastor waved a hand at her, dismissively. Yet his brow furrowed very slightly, unnoticeably, when his red gaze met Vox’s and his maniacal grin. His giddy attitude irked Alastor, but he hid it well under his permanent grin.

His eyes drifted over to Carmilla as she went on about some unimportant stuff that Alastor did not care to listen to. Soon after, the meeting was adjourned. Alastor bid farewell to Rosie, promising to meet up for a cup and tea sometime later.

He looked over to where Lucifer was to find that poor excuse of a king chatting with Carmilla and Zestial, albeit quite uncomfortably. Alastor decided to leave him be and head back to the hotel to enjoy a quiet moment in his studio.

As soon as he stepped out the meeting room however, his plans were rudely interrupted by a familiar television static reaching his ears.

“Alastor! What a pleasure to see you here!” Vox exclaimed, his smile condescending.

“Ah, I was wondering where the cockroach I saw went. Here you are!” Alastor grinned.

Vox’s smile strained slightly, his eye twitching, “Careful now, Alastor. I would choose my words wisely if I were you.”

“Alright then, I’ll do as you say,” Alastor’s smile widened as he stepped closer to Vox, his eyes gleaming a bright red, “Get out of my way, pest.”

Vox did not move an inch. Instead, his digitized face relaxed.

“You talk big for someone who got their ass dished out by the first man.”

Tentacles popped out from behind Alastor and tightened around Vox’s neck, suffocating him. Alastor’s grin became maniacal.

“So, you were spying on us, hm?” he tightened his hold on Vox as he struggled to breathe, “Good golly, now I must make sure that does not happen again. It’s for safety purposes, I hope you do understand.”

Alastor wanted to pop out his head, rip out every piece of him till there was none left. He had let his antics go out for far too long. His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain that spread through his body. His hold on Vox loosened as the tentacles withdrew. The TV demon dropped to the ground, heaving and coughing. Then his smile grew even wider as he looked up to see Alastor struggling, his discomfort showing from the way he clutched his chest.

“Admit it, Radio bitch,” Vox laughed out, “You’re no longer at the top of the food chain.”

He slowly stood up, fixing his bow tie and turning around to find his friends, his eyes glancing at Alastor for the last time.

“The next time you see me, I won’t be so nice.”

With that, Vox left. His footsteps echoed through the halls, leaving Alastor beyond enraged. How dare he threaten him? He had a lot of nerve trying to seem tough with his empty words.

‘The next time you see me, pest,’ Alastor thought, ‘I won’t be so nice either.’

Taking a deep breath, he regained his composure. Lucifer popped out beside him, exhausted by the conversation he just had.

“Alright, I am never attending this shitshow ever again,” Lucifer exclaimed.

Alastor said nothing. The king of hell opened a portal for them to reach the hotel, and they both stepped through.

You stood cooly as the moth like fallen angel pointed her blade to your neck.

“What do you want from us?” she stated.

“Vaggie!” Charlie exclaimed, “You do not treat guests like that! They’re here to help!”

Charlie guided Vaggie’s hand to move her blade away from you. Vaggie seethed still. You cleared your throat, and snapped your fingers, bringing out a signed proclamation from Sera and guiding it towards them both.

The scroll landed in Vaggie’s hands, as she and Charlie read through its contents, their eyes widening with every second.

“As you can see,” you started, “I am not a threat. Heaven has sent me here to help your hotel.”

Vaggie lifted an eyebrow, “Why? Why so suddenly?”

“Let’s say we saw…potential,” you hummed, snapping your fingers once more to make the scroll vanish into thin air.

“I do not buy that.”

“Oh come on, Vaggie!” Charlie pleaded, “This is a wonderful opportunity for our hotel! We now have the acknowledgement we need!”

Vaggie looked towards you and then back to Charlie, “Hun, you don’t know what they might be up to. Trust me, Heaven is not something holier than thou even if it portrays itself to be. You saw it yourself!”

“I know, but this hotel is all about second chances!” she smiled brightly, “We would be just as hypocritical as Heaven if we don’t give them a chance to work with us.”

Vaggie sighed and glared at you, “Hurt Charlie or anyone in this hotel and I will cut you up into pieces.”

“I do not intend to hurt anyone,” you said, “I promise.”

You walked towards the lobby of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie. You looked at her from the corner of your eye, “And an angel, never lies.”

Vaggie muttered under her breath, “Bullshit.”

Charlie, sensing the obvious tension, tried to break it to the best of her ability.

“Sooooo,” she smiled at you excitedly, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! A place where demons can seek redemption and reach the pearly gates of heaven!”

You looked around, impressed at how well built everything was. The lobby was quite elegantly decorated, meant to provide the best service to its individuals. You could only imagine how the rooms would be.

Your eyes wandered over to a particular part of the lobby. It was a painting, depicting the familiar snake you’d seen enter the gates of heaven. He was dressed in military garb, his face held nonchalant pride and he was surrounded by little egg creatures. He looked quite different here as compared to how he looked in heaven. No gold accents on his scales, no glowing halo atop his head. Although he looked harmless in this painting, he still looked…well…demonic. Understandably, of course.

“That’s our Sir Pentious,” Charlie said softly, appearing behind you, “He…he sacrificed his life for this hotel. I can only hope he’s in a better place.”

Her eyes held a certain sheen to them, as if she was seconds away from tearing up. You wished you could tell her that her hotel worked, that her dear friend had made it to the gates of heaven. You wished you could tell Vaggie that she was right, that angels could not be trusted, that you yourself could not be trusted.

But you said none of that.

“That was quite noble of him,” you put a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly, “I am sure he is in a better place.”

Charlie smiled wide, wiping her eyes a little. You could still feel Vaggie’s glare at the back of your head. It would be tough currying her favor.

“You’ve put a lot of effort in this place, that I admire,” you carried on walking around the place, “but you don’t seem to have a lot of residents, yes?”

Charlie chuckled uncomfortably, “Ah well…this is hell afterall. A lot of them are not very…down with the idea of redemption.”

She jumped over to where the bar was. You saw a cat demon slumped over the counter, lifting his head up every few seconds to have a drink from the beer bottle he was holding.

“This is the bar and this here is the bartender, Husk!” Charlie introduced.

“You have a bar…at a place of redemption?” you asked.

“That’s what I said,” you heard Vaggie say.

“A little drink doesn’t hurt! Every one needs a little relaxation sometimes, won’t you agree?” the demon princess look towards you, her eyes pleading for your approval.

You hummed and nodded, “I suppose that is acceptable.” You heard a grunt from the drunk demon and decided to leave him alone.

Suddenly you heard a lot of commotion from upstairs. A few more demons appeared, eager eyes peering down at you.

“Holy shit, you were right, Cherri!” an accented voice exclaimed, “There’s an actual fuckin’ angel here!!”

You could hear them hurriedly run downstairs to the lobby. Your eyes soon caught a little cyclops, dressed like a maid, another much taller cyclops who you recognized had first slammed the door in your face when you arrived at the hotel, and a much much taller arachnid, the very demon you’d seen during the trial. You tilted your head as you contemplated the similarities between him and Molly.

“Ok sooooo, this is the gang!” Charlie clapped her hands, excitedly, “And look, we already have someone new!”

She dragged the taller cyclops by the arm and hugged her close, cheek to cheek.

“Uhh…I’m just here for Angie-” her voice was interrupted by Charlie introducing her and everyone else.

“This new resident slash employee is Cherri Bomb! This little one here is Nifty and his name is Angel Dust!”

You watched as the tall arachnid slithered up close to you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it, winking at you, “Pleasure to meet you, sugar.”

Your brow furrowed as you withdrew your hand, your smile awkward, “Charmed.”

You rubbed the hand where he had kissed you absentmindedly, trying to get rid of that uncomfortable sensation.

“And as you already know, that’s Vaggie,” she pointed at the moth demon, “my girlfriend slash co founder!”

You didn’t need to see her to know she was already glaring at you…again. You were getting used to it.

“My dad and Alastor are supposed to be here too but they’re at a meeting so, it’ll be a while till you meet them!”

Your eyes looked at her questionably, “Lucifer Morningstar stays with you? At this hotel?”

“Uhh yeah! He’s the one who helped rebuild this place after…you know.” Charlie explained, “He does have to go back to the palace every now and then to take care of business but he’s been helping out at my hotel!”

“And,” you paused for a while, “What about this…umm…Alastor fellow?”

“He’s my business partner! The manager, if you will,” Charlie said, “He is umm…quite the character. You’ll know when you see him.”

You nodded your head in response.

“Soo…whatcha doin’ here?” Angel Dust asked, “Here to pick another fight?”

Before you could respond, Charlie interrupted, “They’re here to help with the hotel!”

All of them looked puzzled.

“Help? What changed their minds?” Angel asked. Charlie shrugged but reassured him that all was good.

This was quite the crowd you’d met. You couldn’t help but feel a certain warmth here, a warmth you’d only see in a family. As Charlie and Vaggie responded to their queries about the new arrival, i.e; you, you looked around. It’d take some time but you could get used to this. A small smile graced your features.

Alastor and Lucifer stepped through the portal, their ears already picking up the commotion.

“Huh, I wonder what’s going on,” Lucifer stated, walking into the lobby trying to find his daughter.

Alastor was still irked by his encounter with Vox. He could feel the wound ripping him from the inside out, his pain magnifying with every step he took. This was affecting his powers too. He could still conjure up things but the main source of his power, his staff, was broken and until and unless he could fix it, he couldn’t use his powers to the magnitude he used to.

He did not know what Vox has had planned. But he would rather kill himself than let that picture show of a freak defeat him.

Holding himself to his usual stature, he walked into the lobby to see Lucifer standing defensively in front of Charlie.

“I don’t know why you’re here,” he stated, his horns growing longer, “But I will not let you touch a hair on my daughter.”

Alastor could see the bright white wings and floating halo cloud his vision. An angel? Hm. That made things a bit more interesting.

“Dad, they’re just here to help!” Charlie whined from behind him. She caught sight of Alastor.

“Alastor! Please tell dad to calm down. Back me up on this!”

Alastor sighed, the ever present grin widening.

“Ofcourse, dear Charlie. Oh what would you do without me-”

He paused, his smile straining and his eyes widening.

That angel.

The angel turned their head to look at him. Even after all this time, their eyes had not changed one bit.

That was his beloved.

A/N: hiiii! It's been a while. Well, I am back now. I still cannot guarantee a regular posting but I'll try to keep ya'll updated when I can :) Hope you enjoy this one!

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