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lore-gore · 1 year ago

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Also PLEASE post about your oc! I'm trying to get up the courage to make one for hh x3

Finally! It's time! My most detailed oc that I've been working on for five years! (I am so nervous about sharing this)

Originally they were a self insert but grew to become their own character. (Which is why we have the same name. So I suppose they are both a self insert and an oc?)

I'm including bio, relationship with characters, and scene inserts

Hopefully this does not come off as cringe (I better get complements or I will cry)

Tw for death, murder, violence, bullying, obsession, stalking, mentioned kidnapping, shipping with alastor because why not, British people

Also tag me when you make yours!!!

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Bio:

Lorelai "Lore" Dagenhart

The token spooky weird goth character

Ghost Demon (based on an onryo)

She/They

AFAB Nonbinary

Biromantic Asexual

Autistic

Goth

British

From Birmingham

Chaotic neutral

Scorpio

Gen Z

Born October 31, 1999

Died October 31, 2023

Stabbed in the heart

Killed her old bullies (The four main ones; failed to kill the last one. Or did they?)

Was bullied severely (called names and slurs, beaten up, tripped, shoved, desk was graffitied, hair pulled and even cut, had liquids poured on her to trigger their sensory issues, rumors spread to the point not even the other goths wanted to hang out with her because they thought they sacrificed birds, locked in closets, etc.)

Failed to make friends

Tried to act "normal" for a while but because she had already been established as the weird kid it didn't work

Decided to commit to being weird

Loves being eccentric

Says weird, random, and ominous things

Likes scaring people; is good at it

Special interest is horror

Was a semi popular horror author

Drew their own covers

Has a cute style and a realistic monster style

Had good parents growing up

Parents owned a funeral home

Dad was a funeral director and mom was a mortician

Were similar to Morticia and Gomez

Speaks English and British Sign Language

Sister was deaf (her name was Faye)

Scared of bodies of water (especially running water)

Doesn't mind rain

Can still swim

Bright rooms give her sensory overload (puts on sunglasses to combat this)

Wears sound filtering earbuds

Rarely holds conversation

Either infodumps or barely contributes

Avoids eye contact

If they force herself to make eye contact, they will hold it for way too long

Only really makes eye contact when trying to intimidate someone

Struggles with social cues

Won't realize someone is upset unless they tell her

When that happens, they will simply sit and listen, which works well

Can recognize fear

Fluctuates between touch adverse, touch positive, and touch indifferent

Has a heart-shaped face, a small nose, pure white skin, long black hair parted in the middle that reaches the floor, big droopy eyes that are completely black, including the sclera, dark circles, black lips, and white fangs

Tall

6'5, 7'0 with her platforms

Very thin and bony

Wears a grey hoodie with a red x over their heart and heart shaped lock prints running down the sleeves, a pleated black skirt, black and white striped stockings, knee high lace up black 5 inch platform boots and a binder

Facial expression is usually neutral

Voice is also usually monotone

Has a haunting singing voice

Cold to the touch

The temperature in the room lowers when she gets upset (the more upset they are, the colder it gets; she is unaffected by this)

Can float

Can turn invisible

Has prehensile hair

Every time they cut it it grows back

Can't be styled either (will just return to its normal state)

Can store things inside of it

Easily sneaks up behind people

Just pops up randomly

Good at hiding

Can somehow fit into small spaces

Very flexible

Double jointed

Left handed

Anger is almost always silent; plots revenge

Very vengeful

Holds grudges

Has an amazing memory

Can think on her feet

Prefers routine

Can be very blunt

Not great at telling lies, tells half truths instead

Got A's and B's in school

Book smart, but not street smart

Had two black cats named Misery and Misfortune

Has befriended the crows by feeding them

The crows bring them little trinkets

Loves animals, especially the spooky ones (cats, rats, bats, owls, wolves, ravens, crows, snakes, spiders, moths, centipedes, as well as possums)

Favorite animal is bunnies

Favorite movie is The Ring

Favorite season is fall

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Full on cosplays for Halloween

Cosplays outside of Halloween as well

Loves candy and other sweets

Hates the taste of alcohol and coffee

Likes tea

Has taken edibles multiple times before

Often slams things without meaning to

Uses both slang and complicated vocabulary

Switches between using proper punctuation, capitalization, and spelling and ignoring it when posting as it's more chaotic

Tumblr shitposter

Made vines when it was still around

Can play the guitar (bass and electric) and piano

Doesn't quite know how to dance

Good at gardening

Offered to take care of the hotel's rose garden after seeing its neglected state

Is now the hotel gardener

Horrible at cooking

A literal hazard in the kitchen

Bad luck seems to follow them when she cooks

The food itself tastes either mediocre or terrible

Collects weird t-shirts

Humor is a mix of dark and surreal

Has a maniacal laugh

Stims by pacing, flapping hands, rocking, cracking neck (neg), and/or bouncing leg

Sleeps with arms crossed over their chest like a vampire (taught herself to do that as a kid and it became a habit)

Sleepwalks sometimes

Even creepier when they sleepwalk

Wanders around, stares at walls, crawls, says cryptic things, laughs

As a human she had brown hair that reached their back, pale skin, and occult blue eyes. She was 6'0, 6'5 with platforms. They wore a long black trenchcoat that reached the floor and a black T-shirt with a ghost on it. (The rest of her outfit was the same.)

Their full demon form has hollow black shadowy holes instead of eyes, a slit mouth that spans her entire face, long claws, and is 8 feet tall with long limbs and an echoing voice

Voice also echoes when being intense

Found the hotel shortly after arriving in hell. (Literally was just wandering around and stumbled upon it. They stopped to admire the little details, Vaggie noticed her through the window, Charlie went down to greet them, and the rest is history.)

Got a double degree in creative writing and digital art

Thinks she's pretty in a haunting way

Creative when it comes to insults and threats

Has an axe-shaped electric guitar and an axe-shaped bass guitar (literally Marceline's bass and Marshall's guitar)

VERY progressive

High Empathy

Music tastes consist of gothic rock, alt rock, punk rock, electric swing, and horror soundtracks

Parents introduced them to gothic rock and punk rock

Pirates movies

Thinks she is unlovable

Has trust issues

Assumes the worst in people

Despite this, you can win their trust by listening to her infodump

Never sits correctly

Feet on the couch, perching on the armrests or even back, crouching on the floor

Grew up agonistic

Dabbles in witchcraft (séances, tarot readings, tea leaf readings, and as a kid curses)

Always carries around a kitchen knife

Had a bobcut with bangs as a kid and wore the school uniform (white button up, black skirt, black tie) with black combat boots, black and white striped stockings, her black trenchcoat, and sharpie eyeliner

Used to explore abandoned places

Loyal to their friends

Cannot flirt or tell when someone is flirting with her to save their life

1920's outfit is a black below the knee dress with long cuffed sleeves, a grey sash, and a white collar with a white ribbon tied around it and small black heeled shoes with a strap.

Bedwear is a plain white short sleeved nightgown with her striped stockings

Never told their parents about being bullied because she didn't want them to worry

Told the teachers about being bullied but they ignored them, even when her parents got involved

Doesn't trust authority because of that

By the time they finally told her parents it was too late to do anything so they just had to push through until graduation

Killed her bullies because she couldn't live knowing they got away with what they did

Wore a ghostface costume to kill their bullies

Decided to name herself Lore because it "fits my new form"

Smells like freshly turned soil

Voice claim: Jamie from The Haunting of Bly Manor

Singing voice claim: Chibi from The Birthday Massacre/Ashley Serena/Emily Rohm

Relationships:

Alastor:

Best friends

He loves how weird she is

The only time he'll watch movies is with them

She likes showing him her favorite horror movies and infodumping afterwards

He likes spending time with her

Both have crushes on each other (He's uniromantic asexual; died at 29)

Lore assumes it's one-sided, thinking she's undateable

And Alastor loves them... Way too much

To the point of obsession

Drags her around everywhere

Definitely stalks them using his shadow

Watches her sleep

Will kidnap them eventually

Partly because he wants to keep her safe and partly because he wants them all to himself

Lore will be angry, scared, but also kinda into it (check feels unlovable)

Will probably try to make her become a cannibal like him, either by sneaking demon meat into their food, forcing her, or some other means

Charlie

One of their first friends

Sees that Lore is actually a kind person

Lore is not entirely sure her plan will work, but is supportive because that's what best friends do

Anyone who messes with her will face her wrath

Vaggie

One of their first friends

Accepts her weirdness as just who they are

Thinks each other are cool

Listen to goth music together sometimes

Has a bad feeling about Alastor's friendship with her

Angel

Creeped out by them

One of her main scaring targets

When he first met them he thought she was a ghost

Admires their chaoticness though

Will grow closer

In pain with her obliviousness with Al

Husk

Brushes them off as just a weird kid

A little worried about her friendship with Alastor

Nifty

Different flavors of weird

Forever confused about their gender

Hates when she tracks dirt in

Ships them and Alastor

Once wrote a fanfic about the two and showed her

It was smut

Lore enjoys her weird moments and finds her endearing

Sir Pentious

Scaring victim number two

Did not like him

Had not completely forgiven him for trying to betray them and kill them twice until he sacrificed himself

Katie Killjoy

Organized his funeral

Hates her

Reminds them of her old bullies

Slashed her tires after the interview

Tom Trench

Hates him because he's Katie's accomplice

Was the one that set him on fire (molotov cocktail)

Since Charlie was already taking care of Katie they went after him instead

Vox

At first did not understand why Alastor like her

Until he dug around online and realized "Ah... They're weird as shit nevermind."

Lore hates them because Alastor hates them

"My friends enemies are my enemies" type shit

Valentino

Hates him after Charlie told her what she saw at the studio

Had to hold themself back from fighting him after seeing him in the club

Lucifer

Always wanted to meet him

Still feels bad Charlie doesn't have a good relationship with him

Glad he's at least trying to fix it

Cherri Bomb

Lore brought weed gummies during their night out so she likes her

Rosie

Finds them charming

Endorses Alastor's obsession

Scene Inserts:

Adam

Hates him for attacking the Hotel and hurting her friends

Glad he's dead

Would dance on his grave if he had one

Lute

Also hates her for attacking the hotel and hurting her friends

Especially for killing Dazzle

Would NOT have shown mercy like Vaggie did

Pilot

Vaggie: It's all highlighted.

(Lore appears behind Vaggie, going from invisible to visible)

Lore: I think, you should scrap this, and just say Happy Hotel over and over again like a subliminal message.

Charlie: I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills!

Lore: She does improv?

Charlie: Well, there's my friend Lore.

(The camera pans to Lore. She hisses.)

(The camera pans back to Charlie, slightly weirded out.)

Charlie: And someone named... Angel Dust.

Tom: WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME

(Lore learns into the frame, holding a lighter and smirking)

(Silence after argument in limo.)

Lore: I set a man on fire.

(The three turn and stare at her.)

Alastor: What do you do my dear?

Lore: Fester.

Charlie: She's the gardener.

Alastor: My what an intriguing lady you are.

Lore: I'm not a lady I'm a creature.

Vaggie: They mean she's Nonbinary.

(Alastor raises his eyebrow.)

Vaggie: Like identifies outside the gender binary.

Alastor: Ah! How delightfully chaotic!

Alastor: And what can you do my effeminate fellow?

Angel: I can suck ya dick.

Alastor: Ha! No.

Episode 1

Alastor: Founded five days ago by Lucifer's naive daughter Charlotte Morningstar!

Alastor: Enjoy riveting conversation with one of our two (Lore emerges behind the couch) residents! Wow!

Angel: We're in Hell toots. That's kinda the end of the road, ain't it?

Lore: He's right. Death is the end of the road. One long, winding road.

Angel: Why?

Episode 2

Alastor: Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Lore, care to accompany me?

Lore: I don't like people.

Alastor: Then you'll only have to interact with me! (Loops his arm around hers) Best of luck, chums!

(After Stayed Gone)

Lore: Why am I here?

Alastor: Moral support!

Charlie: So... This is the bar and the bartender. And here is the garden and the gardener!

Lore: The roses aren't ready to be cut yet. If I find that you cut any, I will cut your fucking hands off your pathetic little body.

Charlie: She's joking.

Lore: No I'm not.

Vaggie: This is going to be your whole day! (Claps)

Lore: My turn:

Hello,

my name is Lore

I like blood

And guts and gore

Charlie: That's enough-

Lore: Reality is fake

Someone's going to die

In the lake

Vaggie: I'm sorry what.

Lore: You heard me.

Episode 3

Vaggie: Wow, you are slimy.

Lore: Like a worm. But not a cute one.

Episode 4

Husk: She was the weird kid who was bullied no matter how hard they tried to fit in, so she decided to just own it and commit to the title. Also never orders alcohol. And Nifty-

(After Charlie leaves)

(Silence)

Lore: You watch us sleep?

Pentious: Oh, not you. Alastor already watches you sleep.

Lore: He what.

Episode 5

Charlie: And this is Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, and Lore, our guests!

Sir Pentious: Your Majesty!!!

Angel: Hey, you short king.

Lore: This is my childhood dream come true.

(After explaining Alastor's backstory)

Lore: Sick.

Episode 7

Vaggie: They can be killed.

Lore: (standing up) I KNEW IT! (Sits back down, crossing arms and looking smug) There's almost always a weakness.

Sir Pentious: What? Do you think we're a bunch of pusssssies?

Lore: You two are my (smiles) best friends. You can't get rid of me that easily.

Husk: I just got used to you guys.

Episode 8

Alastor: It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Always makes one sentimental, aye Niffty?

Niffty: I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!

Lore: You know it's funny. Hell is the only place I was actually able to make friends.

Alastor: Ahh, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed.

Niffty: I dub thee, king roach!

Alastor: Oh, to understand your twisted little mind. Hahaha....

(They all laugh.)

Lore: Never change Niffty. Hey, can I be the roach jester?

Alastor: Hmm. I'd rather rule alongside you.

(He grabs her hand and kisses it.)

Lore: Oh.

(Beginning of battle)

Lore: Come and get me you fucking tar-and-feathered hypocritical bitches in a box! See how a ghost defends its haunt.

(Brandishes knives with hair)

Vaggie: New coat of paint!

Lore: New flowers

Husk: New lights across the marquee

Charlie, Vaggie, Lore, Husk: With a little sorcery

PLEASE feel free to send me asks about them!!!

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disneyanddisneyships · 1 year ago

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@gyubby99 ..........

Alastor x OC smut

Warnings: smut smut smut. Alastor being out of character (I tried my best), smut is not my strong suit. Squirting, oral (f receiving), piv sex, alastor being completely feral. A it of fluff at the end. Pls don't judge me 😭😭

Aponi's eyes fluttered open gently as a warm breeze wafted in through the window.

She sighed contentedly with a small smile before swinging her arm back softly to feel for her boyfriend. Only to be met with emptiness on the other side.

Sitting up, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes free of her tiredness.

As she processed the morning, she heard noises in the bathroom, the door closed.

With a raised eyebrow she stood up, fixing her pajama shorts as she walked to the bathroom and opened the door.

She chuckled when she was met with the image of the Radio Demon brushing his teeth.

"Is there an even you're going to or something?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as he finished brushing his teeth.

"No my dear! I just... wanted to brush my teeth before I did something!" He explained, getting exceptionally close to his butterfly.

"And what were you gonna do?" Aponi asked before walking into the bathroom herself to brush her hair.

Alastor stayed silent before speaking up.

"Its the first day of October my Darling," he stated, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

Aponi stopped what she was doing, a blush creeping up onto her face.

"That still doesn't explain why you were brushing your teeth," she joked, looking back at herself in the mirror.

Alastor's smile became dark, and somewhat scary as he grabbed her by her waist and all but threw her onto her bed.

"What-" she chuckled breathily "Alastor? What're you-" she was cut off by Alastor crashing his lips into hers.

She hummed into the kiss. It was loving.

Alastor spoke with actions. He wanted her to know he loved her.

As aponi sighed dreamily into the kiss, alastor changed it so it was hungrier.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head, rendering her helpless.

His lips moved down her body as he all but ripped off her clothes.

"Hey! You owe me new pj's," she complained, only to be silenced when he spread her legs.

She attempted to close them.

"Hey woah, you don't have to do that," she stated.

"But darling, you smell so good," Alastor stated, not taking his eyes off of her wet cunt.

Aponi blushed. "Yeah but I doubt you'd like that... this is about you baby. Not me," she muttered.

Alastor chuckled darkly, using his strength to pry her legs open wider.

"You're right. And I would love if you'd let me do this for you, my dear," he stated, finally meeting her eyes, asking her genuinely.

Aponi bit her lip. "If you're into that.. then... okay," she smiled softly.

In a blink of an eye, Alastor's lips wrapped around her clit.

She let out a gasp and a moan as her hands shot down to tangle in his hair.

"Holy shit," she gasped as alastor licked a stripe up her folds. "Should I be jealous of whoever taught you to do that?" She asked, attempting to make a joke.

Alastor only hummed in response, sending up vibrations of pleasure throughout her body.

He smiled against her heat as his tongue dipped into her hole, chuckling darkly as he heard her gasp. His nose pressed against her clit as he ate her out.

"Oh fuck-!" She exclaimed as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Alastor moved his mouth up so he was suckinh on her bundle of nerves before two of his fingers entered her, moving in and out at an alarmingly slow pace.

Aponi bit down on her knuckle, trying not to meant too loud.

Her poor neighbors.

"Alastor please don't stop- don't stop-" she begged as her hips moved against him, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"M'so close.. please don't stop!" She slurred as her head fell back onto the pillows.

Her eyes widened as she felt empty.

"Al, what the fuck?" She asked as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his eyes crazed as he pinned her arms down by her sides.

He kissed her violently and she moaned, still being able to taste herself on his lips.

She gasped as she felt his cock prod at her entrance.

When had he gotten undressed? She asked herself as she struggled to move.

As he practically shoved himself inside of her, she gasped out an "I love you".

The lights flickered red and Alastor grew in size, his eyes glowing and his antlers growing.

Aponi gasped as she felt him grow inside of her as well.

He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, her ass in the air as he pounded into her.

She gasped and let out a broken moan as she grabbed the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin of her palm through the fabric.

Alastor moved one of his hands down her stomach to where he could feel himself inside of her. He pushed down, causing him to grunt at how tight his beautiful girlfriend was.

Aponi moaned, tears pricking her eyes as they rolled back into her head.

His thrusts got sloppier than they already were.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it harshly so her back was pressed against him.

Her arm moved so her gand was on his back, her elbow next to his head.

Her nails scratched harshly on his skin, the scratches starting to bleed.

His thrusts got faster at the pain before he grabbed her hips harshly, definitely leaving a bruise as he kissed her neck, sucking on the space where her neck me ther shoulder.

"Alastor~!" She moaned as she tensed up, her release hitting her like a truck.

Alastor didn't stop. He was relentless as he chased his own orgasm.

Aponi gasped at the overstimulation as one of his hands moved town to play with her clit.

"A-alastor s'too much, baby.... Alastor!" She moaned as she felt herself squirt on him.

He let himself release inside of her, riding out his high slowly until his hips came to a stop and his full demon form faded away

Aponi collapsed onto the bed, catching her breath.

"Shit," she hissed as she felt every last bit of soreness in her body.

Alastor moved to lay down next to her, pulling her gently so her head rested on his chest.

After laying for a few minutes, apini spoke up.

"Wait so you cleaned your mouth so you could eat me out?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

"I shall not confirm nor deny anything, darling!" He stated, a blush on his face.

Aponi sighed happily before kissing his cheek.

"I love you," she muttered.

"I love you as well, my dear," he smiled, genuinely.

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michaelasworlds-blog · 2 months ago

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Daddy’s Girl(A Hazbin OC Fanfic)

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Ch. 10: Her

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Word Count: 5.2K

🚨 TRIGGER WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT, DRUG ABUSE!🚨

“Bean.. Bean?” Donnie snapped in a barely conscious Bean’s face. She could barely keep her head up, she groaned.

“Did- did it work?” She slurred.

“I don’t know, but I held up my part; now hold up yours,”

Donnie went over to a medical table, picking up a large syringe filled with blue liquid.

“Now choose, higher electric levels or V-Rage?”

Bean looked between the choices, she lifted her finger to choose..

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One week earlier

“Hey baby I hope it’s not too early, I just wanted to thank you,” Bean listened to Valentino on the phone. “You’ve been so good these past few months, I wanted to reward you.”

Bean listened, her head throbbing, why was he shouting? “Um.. no problem, I was glad to help,” she still felt bad about the souls she hurt, even the ones she didn’t kill herself; they had been so scared of being next that they just went back to Val.

“Anyway, I’m having a little party and I want to entertain my guests, think you’d be interested in that?” His voice sounded seductive. She knew what he meant by “entertain”.

Bean sighed, “I don’t know Val, I’m not feeling well.”

“Then get better” He whined. “I need my Sugar here.. Don’t you want to make some extra cash?” Her eyes widened at the thought.

“How much cash would I be making?” She raised an eyebrow.

There was silence, “Uh…” Bean rolled her eyes waiting for an answer.

“How about I make up my mind when you make up yours, okay?”

“Fine but don’t take too long!”

“Okay Val,” She said “nicely” into the phone before ending the call.

Bean held her head feeling intense pain shoot through her head, “Ugh, I need somethin.” She made her way down the elevator to the lobby.

She could hardly remember what happened last night, it was a huge blurred headache. However, it all came rushing back once she saw who was standing in the kitchen. Eugenia.

Flashback

Bean was trying her best to keep herself up, everything turning upside down and then right side up and back to upside down. “Fuck,” She almost tripped, her vision was going in and out. She was not about to fall out in the hallway.

Voices were coming from the kitchen, Bean decided to be nosy to see what was happening, Gigi and Alastor were having a conversation. They also had Donnie’s mask.

“I do make her happy, I’M her mother!” She said loudly. “Ruby is a parasite that sticks to people because she can’t live with the reality that she can’t ACTUALLY be a mother.”

Had Bean heard correctly? She was her what?

“You’re my what?” Bean interrupted. As soon as she said that everything went dark.

End of Flashback

Bean stared at the woman, feeling her blood boiling. She turned around jumping, “Bean, you scared me,” she sighed with relief. She continued to stare, “Come sit, I made you breakfast and something for the hangover.”

Was she serious? Was she crazy? It was like last night didn’t happen to her! She always did this!

Not anymore.

“Okay,” Bean gave her a fake smile before sitting. Eugenia sits down across from her.

“How did you sleep?” She smiled. “You fell pretty hard last night so I brought you to your room, well Alastor did. I made sure you didn’t choke on your own vomit.”

Bean’s eye twitches, “How sweet of you,” she says through her teeth, still smiling.

“Oh shoot! I didn’t get your breakfast!” She gasped.

“It’s okay,” Bean pushed her chair out. “I’ll get it.” She stood up going over to the platter that Eugenia had left on the side of the room. She stares down at it, slipping the knife from the metal and gripping it in her palm. Eugenia comes up behind her and touches her shoulder, placing her other hand on the desk next to the platter.

“You always were a clumsy one,” she said

Bean furrows her brow and forces the blade through the back of Eugenia’s hand into the wooden desk.

“Oh Eugenia, did you think you could get away from me?” she turns and snaps the older woman’s arm behind her back. Eugenia, in shock, stares at her impaled hand in shock. “I didn’t have memory loss you dumb bitch.”

“Bean let me explain-” Eugenia was cut off by Bean yanking a fist full of her hair.

“No, let me explain” she growled. “I will rip you apart then wait for you to come back and do it all over again, I’m gonna rip your head off and play fucking soccer with it, I’m gonna-”

Bean’s phone rang, it’s Vox. She let go of her mother’s hair, “Hold on a minute,” she said before answering the phone. “Hello?” Bean walked away from Eugenia.

“Hey, um how are you?” Vox sounded uncomfortable.

“I’m ok.. did you need something Mr.Vaughn?” She put a hand on her hip.

Vox cleared his throat, “So Val is doing some party to celebrate something I don’t know; and he wants entertainment..apparently he talked to you?”

“Uh huh?”

“Are ya gonna do it?”

“I said I’d think about it.”

“Why-?! what do you mean think-!” He went off on her before taking a breath.

Bean was taken aback, it was too early for all this. She didn’t know what to say or even how to respond, “Are you okay?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yes!” He cleared his throat, “Yes.” Vox’s voice was calmer.

“Do you not want me to do it?” Bean asked.

“I mean Val really wants you there, he won’t shut up about it,” the overlord chuckled.

“Okay..what do you want?” She honestly wanted to hear his answer. Did he care enough to tell her not to do it? “If you don’t want me to do it then I won’t.”

“What do you want from me Bean?” He sighed, sounding annoyed.

“I want an answer, do you want me to do this? Yes? Or No?” There was silence, making Bean a bit nervous.

“Yes, it’d be great for the company to ya know.. have younger bodies,” Vox sounded so unsure of himself.

Bean sighed in disappointment, “Okay Vox.”

“We can hang out afterwards if you want, okay?” He offered.

“I don’t know,” she wanted the conversation to be over, she had nothing else to really say to him.

“Don’t be a brat Bean!” His voice became distorted and angry. “If you don’t want to be treated like a child, then stop bitching like one!” The call ended.

She stared at her phone in anger and disbelief, that was the last time he called her a bitch! Bean put her phone away. “Now, where were we?” She turned, to where her mother was supposed to be standing. But all that was there was the bloody knife laying on the desk. Anger filled her body, making her drip toxic waste.

“What the fuck?!”

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“Awe..I’m going to miss him being so quiet,” Ruby pinched Donnie’s cheek.

He snatched away from her.

“I don’t mean to be in your business but why is he tied up?” Alastor asked, staring at an angry Donahue tied up on the floor.

“He was being bad so I had to put him in timeout,” Ruby grinned.

Alastor was a very busy man and had no time for her shenanigans.

“Here you are, Eugenia wanted to give it to you herself but I think she might be a bit tied up at the moment,” he threw the mask on the floor in front of Donnie, who looked at the Radio Demon like he was an idiot.

Ruby turned to Alastor, “What do you mean?”

“I won’t say much but apparently Eugenia decided to tell Bean that she was her mother, she wanted to have a chat with her,” Alastor leaned on his cane. “I guess today she’ll find out how specific you have to be with contacts.” He chuckled, Eugenia hadn’t used Bean’s real name in the contract, so it was void, but he wasn’t telling her that.

Ruby laughed along with him, “You can go now,” she waved him away.

Alastor put his hands on his chest, “My my, you could at least say thank you.”

“He owes you a thank you, I wanted to keep him as quiet as a mouse,” she ruffled Donnie’s hair.

“Uh huh, well take care my dear,” Alastor smiled at Ruby then turned to Donnie smirking. “Be a good boy Donnie,” he teased, pinching Donnie’s cheek, then shadowed away laughing maniacally.

Ruby’s smile faded into a frown, she bent to Donnie’s level. “Now, let’s do this again, since you obviously didn’t understand me the first time,” she held his chin. “You will protect your daughter, I don’t care if you have to lock the brat in a closet! You keep her safe from that man! Or the next time you see me this mask is going down your throat! Are we clear?” She put the mask on Donnie.

“Yes Ruby,” he answered in a monotone voice.

She smirked, walking away feeling victorious.

Little did she know Donnie had other plans.

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Bean: “Oh fuck yes! Take me daddy!”

Porn Actor: “You like that?! You wanna more?!”

Bean: “Yeah! Put another hot dog in my pussy!”

Porn actor: “You want mustard or ketchup baby?”

Bean: “Both!”

Bean sat up under the covers staring at the video, she probably stuck up to 15 hot dogs up there. Well not 15 just 2 but she was proud of herself either way. She went to watch another video, but there were no more. Had she really watched all of them?

She closed her laptop sitting in the dark when her door burst open, Bean snatched the covers off seeing Cherri Bomb in her room.

“Bean what are ya doin?!” She jumped on her bed. “You’ve been up here all day! I thought last night killed ya or somethin’.”

Bean rubs her temples, “I’m sorry I’ve had a morning, I just can’t be around others,” her mind went back to early this morning. Had Eugenia told them what happened? Told them she was her daughter? Bean wanted to know but at the same time she didn’t.

“Well, I got just the cure for that,” Cherri dug in her shirt, pulling out a plastic baggie filled with pills.

“So..your solution for a hangover is to what? Become intoxicated again?” Bean raised an eyebrow.

Cherri looked at the bag confused, “What! No? It’s to get high.”

“Ugh! But I also have that thing for Val this week,” Bean forgot she had called him back telling him she’d do it.

“Why you work for that dick I’ll never know,” She handed Bean six pills. “I’m givin’ you these, be responsible!”

Bean rolled her eyes, “Is Cherri Bomb telling me to be responsible? I don’t know..maybe Voe isn’t the only one that traded up.”

Cherri pushed her head, “Shut up!” She laughed. “Come on, take one and get back to bein social!”

Bean nodded, before swallowing a pill.

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Chicago, Illinois 1983

“I don’t understand! I thought you said I could,” a 10 year old Bean followed Eugenia around the house.

“Do not put words in my mouth Beatrice! I said I’d think about it!” Eugenia snapped at her daughter.

“But the principal said grades were good this year, she recommended me and everything,” Bean stomped her foot.

Eugenia rolled her eyes, “Don’t be a brat, it’s just a camp Bean.”

“It’s a dance camp! And it’d be amazing! We’re going to California, Louisiana, New York, Florida, Texas-”

“I get it Bean!” She interrupted her daughter. “I don’t think you’d appreciate it.”

“I would, I promise!” Bean looked up at her with pleading eyes.

The mother knelt in front of her child, “I know you think you want this, but you don’t. You don’t know what you want. The places you named, those are for stuck up jerks so think they’re better than everyone else, do you think you’re better than everyone else?” Her daughter shook her head. “Exactly.”

“But Stefan said I could go,” Bean whined.

Eugenia stared at her daughter, not knowing what to say. So she said something that was gonna be hard for Bean to swallow.

“I think it’s time you pick up a new hobby, no more dance.”

Present day, Hell

“Wait but why couldn’t she go?” Voe asked examining Eugenia’s hand. Alastor asked her to look at it, why did he think she was a doctor? And she just loved how he was giving her the cold shoulder but found time to ask her to sew up another bitch’s hand, not that Gigi was a bitch- Well she kind of was.. but not to her, to her daughter who was Bean.

“Bean wasn’t the smartest, she wasn’t careful of anything or anyone,” she watched the doe sew her hand. “And back then, it wasn’t really a great time for black people or women.”

Voe scrunched up her face, it wasn’t really a great time for both in the present day either; “Well I don’t think that was fair of you to do.”

“Protecting my daughter from the world?”

She internally screeched, “You can’t protect her from everything, you kept her from succeeding at anything-”

“No I didn’t! She got to study abroad! I never got to do that stuff” Gigi interrupted her, sending Voe into a rage.

Maybe it was this whole pregnancy process or something but she actually screamed, “Gigi! I don’t know if you noticed when you were alive, but the world still isn’t the best place! She could’ve been a rockette or something, instead now she’s spending eternity with the worst people that once walked the earth,” Voe took a breath. “You should’ve given her a chance to see what the world had to offer, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Hm, I never thought about it that way,” Gigi responded. “Is it weird that I kind of expected it?”

“Nope I’m pretty sure everyone’s thought of stabbing their mom,” Voe wrapped her hand.

“Not me.”

“Okay that’s weird.”

The sinners laughed, Gigi examined Voe. “Did you gain weight?”

Voe was about to be offended by the question, but gasped realizing what that could mean, she blushed, touching her stomach.

“Maybe.”

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Being the facility manager for the hotel had many perks. For one, he could do as he pleased and call it “business”. While being one of the most feared overlords, he could get anybody, employee or resident, to do what he wanted; whether he owned them or not. However, what he liked most was the observation of the many sinners he noticed, he noticed what they did every day, how they acted and what they were up to.

But he couldn’t figure his Vera out, couldn’t tell what she was up to, or doing especially with Lucifer. Didn’t she know how much her betrayal the first time hurt him? Did she even care?

Alastor chose to put that thought on the back burner, he pulled his attention to someone else.

Bean.

She was not herself, he rarely saw her. For the past week now the young girl was either intoxicated or someone told Alastor that she was in her room. He didn’t have a chance to introduce her to Rosie, and since she wasn’t gonna even bother trying to annoy him, he had to go to her.

Alastor found the girl laying on the couch, trying to light a rolled up piece of paper. “I thought drugs were Angel’s hobby, glad you’re taking up something.”

“What do you want?” Bean wasn’t looking at him, still trying to light the paper. “Fucking lighter.”

“Well I was hoping we could play one of our little hand games, last time we almost made it to seven in ‘Numbers’,” Alastor never felt prouder.

She looked up at him as if he lost his mind, “No, I have game,” she sat up. “It’s called,‘Why does Alastor own my mother?’” Bean looked upset.

Alastor knew she’d be upset, he’d honestly been waiting for this moment, “I don’t believe I’ve heard of that one,” he joked.

“No? I’ll explain,” she smiled sarcastically. “It’s basically where you don’t speak to me EVER AGAIN! Leave me the hell alone!” Bean stood up, angrily looking up at the Radio Demon.

He was silent for a moment then sighed, she was being dramatic. Did he really think that he’d own Eugenia as some sick joke to her? But he’d give her some space, “I can get behind those rules.”

“Good,” her voice cracked. “Oh! And if you see that fucking coward tell her and we have unfinished business,” She said before walking towards the hotel doors.

“Kind of late to be going out, don’t you think?!” He called after her, but Alastor only got the door slamming as a response. His large grin increased in size.

“Now that’s much better.”

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“So..ya mom is the hotel attendant,” Angel was trying to sort out everything Bean had told him.

“And a bitch,” Bean said, putting on black lipstick in the mirror.

“Hm, so Gigi is the enemy, and the reason you like to be a whore,” he said.

“Well, I don’t know about being a whore but yes she is my number two enemy,” she powdered her nose.

“Alright I’m sold, imma tell Cherri,” Angel texting her the whole time if he was being honest.

Bean turned to the spider demon, “Why?”

“Um..cause she’s my best bitch?” Angel said in a “uh duh” tone. “Anyway, you ready yet?” He stood up.

She turned to him, “How do I look? ” Angel exclaimed her.

“Like a hoe,” He smirked.

“Then let’s go,” she grinned.

Val’s party was amazing! Well, at least that’s what Bean remembered it being. She had taken the rest of the pills Cherri had given her and it honestly felt like she was the client, Bean felt like she wasn’t even on cloud nine anymore, probably on cloud 20 or something.

Almost every sinner the entire night got with Bean, she was on beds, floors, walls even in the hot tubs. She loved how the drugs made her feel, how the sinners told her what a “good girl” she was being. They yanked her hair and pulled on her tail until she screamed, they paid extra if they could draw blood.

Bean knew why some of these freaks were in hell now.

“Sugar baby,” Val sat next to Bean. “You made daddy so much money tonight, I’m so proud of you,” he kissed her cheek.

“I’m happy you’re happy,” was all she could say. She was honestly tired, she needed to close her eyes.

Val’s phone went off, he looked at the message before rolling his eyes, “Es un bebé,” he sighed.

Translation: He’s such a baby.

“Who was that?” Bean asked.

“Just Vox, he’s been up my ass all day, and not in a sexy way! Talking about how you guys had plans and that I ruined everything!” He threw his phone across the room. “He’s throwing a tantrum and it’s not attractive.”

Bean had totally forgotten about Vox, she looked at her phone. There were no texts or missed calls, was he ok? Was he sick? Or hurt? “Maybe I should make sure he’s okay.”

“I don’t care, as long as he doesn’t yell at me again, I’ll kick his ass,” Val crossed his arms.

The sinner rolled her eyes before leaving. They were both dramatic as hell.

Bean made her way to V-Tower, it was quiet in the building, probably because most sinners were at the party. She made her way past some sinners who were rushing back and forth.

Finally making it to Vox’s room she knocked on the door, “Vox? Are you dead? Vox…” Bean waited for a long minute before kicking the door, “VOX!”

The door flew open, “WHAT?!” Vox yelled, his screen glitching. He calmed down seeing Bean, “Oh, what do you want?”

“I came to see how you were, apparently you’ve been pretty grumpy all day so-”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working Val’s little party prostitute thing,” Vox crossed his arms.

Bean felt kind of guilty, she never gave him an answer to hanging out, “Well, I was thinking we could hang out, and talk.”

The overlord laughed, “You think I’d wanna hang with you after you chose Val over me?! You can’t be serious!”

“But you told me to-”

“I didn’t tell you to do shit!” He interrupted her. “You left me alone! And after all I’ve done for you! You wouldn’t even be able to walk if it wasn’t for me!”

Bean’s blood began to boil, what was with everyone today?! Was it “Treat Bean like Shit Day”?!

“You seriously need to get your priorities in order, at least Voe does things for the people she cares about,” He smirked before slamming the door.

She stared at the door enraged, she didn’t know what to do, or what to say! But you know what?! If he was so pissed about this leg! Then he could have it.

Before Bean could even think about it, she pulled out her switchblade and started stabbing her prosthetic leg, she only stopped having accidentally stabbed her thigh, she screamed.

Vox came back out seeing Bean sitting on the floor, holding her leg in pain.

“What the fuck?!”

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Bean sat on the bed in silence, her anger had faded making her realize that what she did was stupid.

Vox examined her damaged leg, “How did this even happen? What were you even doing?” Vox complained.

Bean rolled her eyes, “Are you done yet?” She wasn’t gonna tell him anything about stabbing herself.

Vox looked up at her, “I fixed the leg, you might walk funny for a day or two.”

“Fantastic, now all of hell is gonna see me waddle around like a toddler,” she crossed her arms.

🚨TRIGGER WARNING: THIS PART CONTAINS SMUT🚨 (skip bold font if uncomfortable)

“Ya know you don’t have to leave,” Vox smirks.

Bean looks at him with a straight face, “Really? And where should I stay?”

“You can stay here,” he kisses her leg making her blush. “With me,” he continues kissing her thigh.

“Vox…stop..” she looked away from him starting to feel heat form in her face and between her legs. What was he doing? Why was he being like this?

“I miss you,” he smiled up at her.

Bean was still looking away, not saying anything, she couldn’t concentrate. Between feeling Vox slowly lick his way up her skirt, the throbbing sensation coming from her crotch, she didn’t know what to focus on.

Vox starting kissing and licking her crotch through her wet underwear, “You’re fucking soaked baby.” Bean bit her lip, gripping the sheets as she moaned. “I know you can get louder..” he pulled her soaked underwear down before licking from her folds to her clitoris.

She put one of her legs on bed, allowing the tv demon to enter his thick tongue into her vagina. Bean moaned loudly feeling Vox’s tongue lick her walls, “Vox…” was the only word she could muster up.

Vox got on the bed sitting next to Bean, who was looking up at him waiting to see what he was gonna do next; “You’re so beautiful,” he said kissing her neck. She bit her lip feeling him start to bite her, he had his hands through her thick hair before slowly moving a hand towards her nipple. He stopped, pulling her onto his lap, “I bet you missed me too,” he smirked before they started making out.

Vox goes back to her neck making more bite marks in the same spot, “I think I just need to-“ she laughed as he grabbed her sides tickling her for a moment. “Stop..” Bean smiled as he pushed her dress strap down, kissing her shoulder; she giggled and moaned as he squeezed her boob.

“You want me to stop?” Vox stopped what he was doing.

“No don’t-" Bean squealed in pleasure as he bit her shoulder causing her to almost fall off his lap. Vox used one hand to hold her up , while the other one wandered under her dress and began rubbing her soaked throbbing clit; Bean ripped his bow tie off before unbuttoning his shirt while she kissed him.

Vox slipped two fingers into Bean’s vagina, “Fuck!” She gasped gripping onto his back as he started penetrating her. “Vox!” She moaned.

“You like that baby?” He started going faster. “Tell daddy what you think.”

“Shut up,” Bean laughed between moans. “Go faster,” Vox laid them on the bed, his fingers still inside her. He starts licking on one of her nipples that is halfway out of her strapless bra, Bean felt like her body would explode at any moment; she was so close…but she had to stop. “Vox..stop..”

Vox heard the seriousness in her voice and stopped, “Are you kidding?” They both sat up. “What the fuck Bean.” He watched her get dressed, feeling pissed.

“I’m sorry,” was all she said before getting up to leave. However, her arm was grabbed by Vox. “Bean looked at him, “Let me go.”

“What is wrong with you?” He glared at her. “Why are you all of a sudden being so difficult?!”

Bean was shocked, “What? Because I know my worth, I'm difficult?” She snapped.

Anytime anyone needed her she was there. Did whatever anyone wanted! No matter how it made her feel! When was someone going to do anything for her? When would they be there for her?

“Oh please, this isn’t you ‘knowing your worth’,” Vox rolled his eyes, doing air quotes. “This is you throwing a hissy fit because, what? Am I being too mean?! Am I rude?! Disrespectful?! What is it?!” He pulled her closer with each question.

She snatched away from him, crossing her arms. “Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not upset,” he said through his teeth.

“That was rhetorical! You don’t have the right to be upset! After the week you put me through!”

“Oh please! What exactly did I ‘put you through’?!” The tv demon used air quotes, AGAIN! If he used those quotes again he’d have no fucking fingers.

“Lets see, you blew me off when YOU were the one that planned for us to hang out-”

“That was weeks ago! Next!” He crossed his arms.

“I’m not finished!” She fumed. “I wanted to hang out after I was done with Val! And you berated me for doing it! When you were the one that wanted me to do it!”

“You obviously wanted to do the job! I was just giving you what you wanted!”

“I did it because that’s my job! I work for Val! Sex is literally in the job description! But I asked you Vox! Why didn’t you just say no?! Even Val was talking about you being pissy to him, he would’ve let me leave!”

“Well, maybe you should’ve,” Vox shrugged, looking as if he could care less

“I did- Ugh! You are so frustrating!” Bean yelled. “Why are you pushing me away?! Even after the things I’ve read about you! I am still here! I am standing in front of a guy who can embarrass himself in front of millions of sinners and hellborns alike but can’t just care about someone! Maybe that’s why Voe didn’t want to stay here! At least-”

“AHA!” Vox smiled excitedly. “I knew it! You’re jealous of Voe! All the opportunities I gave her! And the attention!”

Bean stared at him in disbelief, this man was insane! He was completely out of his mind! “I am not jealous of Voe!” Her voice cracked. She might’ve been slightly jealous of her, but Bean wasn’t the type to let it get in the way of her friendships. There was a time she was also jealous of Angel! Even Barktholomew! But she still loved them dearly.

Vox looked at the shorter demon smugly, “I bet you can’t stand that I’d rather fuck her than you.”

Well that hurt, more than hurt, it stung! “Wow, okay.”

“Nothing else?” He put his hands on his hips, smirking.

“Just that, you’re gonna end up alone.” The Overlord looked confused. “You hurt everybody around you.

Vox rolled his eyes, “Whatever,” he walks away and Bean follows.

“Someday everyone will get tired of your shit and how you treat them!” She rages while Vox has his back to her.

“You’re still talking?” He sounds annoyed.

“Is that what happened with you and Alastor? Did he get tired of you because you were always on the same stupid bullshit? Is that why keep trying to get his attention? Newsflash! He doesn’t think about you! He doesn’t even look at you!”

Static was heard from Vox, he chuckles, “Okay, that’s enough,” he grins to mask his building anger.

“He can’t stand you! You’re souls can’t stand you! When you died they threw a party!” That was a lie but they did post about it. “The truth is, if you weren’t a manipulative prick! You wouldn’t have any of the success you have now! No one would give a fuck about you!”

Vox glared at this point, “Be quiet,” he growled.

“Why? You don’t wanna hear about how one day no one's gonna wanna watch your shitty shows? Vox-2-Nite is gonna be the lowest rated show?!”

Vox stood right in front of her, “Shut up!”

“Velvette and Valentino are gonna get tired of you embarrassing them one day and leave you to rot with your sharks! Sooner or later Alastor won’t even remember who you are! Voe could give two shits about you and if I’m being completely honest, I’m starting to care less about you as well!”

Vox grabbed Bean by her arms, “BE QUIET!” His voice became distorted as he used his hypnotic powers. Bean’s mouth immediately shut against her wishes, Vox realizing what he was doing immediately stopped, letting her go. “Fuck,” He looked away from her.

He said nothing, only heard the clicking of her heels getting further and further away.

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Bean walked down the dark streets of Hell sniffling, she tried her best not to cry or even feel sad. Even though there was no one around she was still ashamed to even feel upset.

Maybe she had no right to be upset. Maybe she should’ve just kept going and kept her mouth shut! Why’d she have to ruin everything?!

The worst part about this all was that she wasn’t upset about the betrayal, Bean was upset because she left.

What else could she even say? He wasn’t listening, maybe he’d never listen.

“Help..” Bean heard a voice come from an ally. “Help me please..” the voice was familiar.

“Donnie?” She slowly walked into the dark passageway. Sitting against the wall was Donnie, he was holding his side. Blood was leaking from it. She hurried up to him, “What happened?”

“A..guy..” he mumbled.

“What guy?”

“This one,” at that moment he pulled out a taser, tasing Bean until she was unconscious. Donnie stood up, putting his daughter over his shoulder.

“Gets ‘em every time.”

(Sorry for the late update guys 😭 @nkirukaj thanks for help with the chapter and the title)

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fanby-fckry · 6 months ago

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This is a slightly unserious response cuz I think there’s probably a better answer out there I’m not paying enough attention to give you 😔 but: guy you can make aroace with mad game anyway

#new ask game just dropped whats my certain character archetype

Lol, yeah, unfortunately, I think that’s just Alastor.

Lilith is aroallo with mad game, and UHverse Arackniss is aroace with zero rizz. He has no game whatsoever, to the point where I’m thinking of writing a fake dating fic where he makes an arrangement with a lesbian to be each other’s beards so Henrion gets off his back about “having two [insert slur here] sons.”

Bonus points if the lesbian gf uses this as a way to get closer to Molly and they wind up together. I still think the idea of all 3 of the spider siblings being queer is funny as hell.

In terms of OCs, Raze has some game, I suppose? But only in the sense that it’s decently attractive and insanely feral, which a lot of people are into. It’s not trying to be any kind of appealing (unlike Alastor, who is purposefully charismatic for (usually) non-flirty reasons and accidentally attracts other kinds of attention), it just has sharp teeth and bloodlust.

Nice unserious answer, though! Gave me a chance to talk about aroace Arackniss and my feral Fallen angel OC.

#fanby answers #10moonymhrivertam #and they were mutuals #fanby: raze #uh: arackniss #no one else was talked about enough to get tagged lol #fanby: uhverse #<- tagging bc any time an uhverse character gets tagged i gotta tag the whole au #ask game

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preaching-to-the-fire · 8 months ago

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Preaching to the Fire (HH Adam x OC fic)

AO3 | Explicit | F/M, Gen, Multi | Graphic Depictions of Violence | Con Non-Con

Chapters : 5/?

Current wordcount : 9,800

After being mercilessly jerked around by the Hazbin gang and murdered by our favourite evil chambermaid, Adam is now born again a virgin a Sinner. He is taken underneath the wing, no, tail, of Valska, the Overlord of Hell's music industry (and a former friend of Lilith'). Long story short? They start a band and he ends up kinda liking rats.

(yes the title is AoM)

(tags below the cut - READ THEM)

Index

Encounter with the Devil

Trip down the sewers

Hellbirth

Acquaintances

The magic room

Stitches

(TBP)

Tracklist (TBP)

Tags

#preaching to the fire #hazbin fanfic #hazbin fanfiction #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel adam #adam/oc #adam x oc #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel adam x oc

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mold-ridden-heart · 10 months ago

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Drunk headcanons 4 my Hazbin OCs that you all know NOTHING about.

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Ophelia:

She grew up with 15 siblings, 2 absent parents and one of those siblings being a rowdy twin brother. She’s telling all of her stories.

Talkative drunk

Complains about everything, which isn’t like her. She’s usually pretty reserved and resilient.

You can literally get anything out of her and tell her anything.

Gives oddly good drunken therapy

Is the last to get drunk because of her high tolerance

Orphius:

Remember Ophelia’s twin brother? It’s him.

Flirty drunk— he’s literally an incubus.

Rants about words and the English language, but trips over his words and slurs his words

His German accent goes CRAZY when drunk.

You can barely tell what he’s saying.

Always needs to hold something— he gets super touchy when drunk.

Jahi:

If Jahi was quiet before, this is a whole new level.

He just stares off into space.

He doesn’t usually drink— hell, he’s never drank before. One look at a shot of whiskey and he’s smashed.

You can say anything, literally anything— and his reaction will be ‘oh, cool’ or ‘hm.’

Sal:

Sal’s thing is that he never talks. Never. He just sits back and doesn’t socialize

But now, they’re acting like a damn madman. I’m talking he will literally chug a can of beans and get on the top of Alastor’s radio tower and scream the lyrics to ‘call me baby’ by something ray gypsy or whatever

Makes a fucking glitter bomb while drunk

Can’t stop talking, can’t stop moving, can’t stop laughing.

Somebody has to hold him the fuck down.

He wakes up the next morning completely bruised with a hangover and probably a broken bone and tries to get answers, but nobody responds because Sal wouldn’t believe it.

Versel:

Say it with me now— S E X Y D R U N K ! ! !

Unbuttons the top of his shirt and undos the top lacing of his corset

Versel is a very touchy person when he’s sober— always holding someone’s hand or something. Now it’s been amplified by 20.

He has musical powers and uses them uncontrollably. Like, he’ll start playing whatever songs are stuck in his head via the speaker in his chest and start amplifying whatever sounds are around him without realizing it.

Is Irish and lived in Ireland while alive— he tries to hide is accent most of the time but sometimes it cuts through. When he’s drunk, you can’t even understand what he’s saying.

These aren’t even all of my OCs— I have like 9 other ones I was too lazy to put here lmao

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shelleybby · 1 day ago

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Social cues be damned, I'm going to tell you right tf now:

you can not dehumanize someone, only to cry victim when it backfires on you

Star has called Cherry a racist, a sexual predator, a stalker, and shamed them for being involved in sex work! And this was BEFORE the anonymous hate messages. Star even posted Cherry's face without permission onto her blog until CHERRY pointed out how wrong that was, like hello! The! Self! Awareness!!!!!

(A bit of Star lore here. The first time Star posted her face was to say she wasn't Black but mixed as a way to defend Vivienne Medrano's whitewashed Alastor design, and you wanna know what happened? Someone took it without permission and did something awful with it. SO STAR KNOWS FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE AND STILL DID IT.)

And what has Cherry called Star? AFTER all that? A cunt. A bitch. Stupid.

Cherry has received some racist ass messages and still has not posted them because guess what! Cherry isn't dehumanizing someone, even someone they don't like!

Star's ego is hurt because no one is dog piling Cherry the way they did when Star found out about Medrano's Nazi OC or when she found Kovach rapping with a racial slur. That Cherry IS being the adult here by not proving her claims and instead being petty.

All y'all dick riding Star are gonna learn the hard way. She does not care. She does not stop. She wants attention. She wants Hazbin Hotel???

The fact you're still complaining about Star 💀💀💀💀💀 have you thought about just talking to her to clear things up and apologize to her for all the shit you're pulling? You claim to be an adult, but you're not acting like one. You're acting like a complete child. I suggest that you take some time off the internet to learn how to properly act online. It's starting to come off as you have some sort of obsession since you keep talking about it (and may I add that you claim you don't care anymore, but yet you keep talking about it).

Literally, just apologize to her, talk to her like an actual adult, and move on.

Good idea.

I wholeheartedly welcome star to talk to me.

I’m right here and ready to talk.

Ur move.

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helluva-lesbian-hotel · 3 years ago

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oh my god. what am i doing? anyway, let me introduce myself!!

My name is Jasper!!! But you can call me Jas if you’d like!!! I’m 16 years old and a chaotic enby. As my username suggests, I am indeed a lesbian! :) I used to be super into Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss two years ago and had some ex-friends ruin it for me :(( But I recently gave it a try again and here I am!! Now, I was suggesting that I write for you people!! Here’s some more about me!!!

—I have several mental disabilities, so apologies if I don’t understand something the first time around. With that, I reclaim the r slur, but if it makes anyone uncomfortable, please tell me and I’ll tag it :D

—Alastor is my favorite Hazbin Hotel character and I love to bully him, and Stolas is my favorite Helluva Boss character. I will do anything for him.

—I’ve been writing for three years!

I plan to write x readers, perhaps ships, and just write anything that has to do with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss in general! If you’re into that, then this is the place for you!!

I have every right to deny a request if it makes me uncomfortable. If you go against those wishes, I will simply delete your ask from my inbox :)

I lose motivation quite fast, so don’t be surprised if I disappear. 💀

Don’t request me when asks are closed!!! Your ask will be deleted!!

I also have ocs I love rambling about. Please ask me about my ocs, I beg of you.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #jasper speaks

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primarinite · 2 years ago

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part two ^_^ @pokeficdaily

#pokemon #pkmnart #pkmn #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd ocs #ties that bind #oc: weber #oc: locke #oc: clover #oc: alastor (slur)#oc: ajax #oc: kaira

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pentagramcityradio · 2 years ago

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Things to Know

//This is the rules and about for mobile users. That will be under the cut, as it will be long.

Guidelines are as follows:

I am selective and non-exclusive for IC interactions.

This is a sideblog of angel-dust-addict. All follow-backs will be from there.

This blog is an OC and multi-fandom friendly blog.

Mun and muse are both well over 21.

I will not RP with anyone who does not have listed somewhere on their blog that they are 18+. If this is not listed and you interact, I will block you. Simple as that. Alastor is a sociopathic serial killer and cannibal. There will be adult themes on this blog. If you’re a minor, kindly just close out this tab and leave my blog.

Don’t godmod.

Do not like my open starters if you have no intention of answering them. This goes doubly for non RP blogs and I will block non-RP blogs who do this. By doing that you drive away people who might actually want to answer them.

There may be smut on this blog, but I’m more selective about those threads. Please see the FAQ and About pages for more on shipping.

I am always completely fine with fading to black. I will not ask you to write something you aren’t comfortable with. This goes for violence as well as smut.

If I find out you have lied to me about your age, I will block you and will report you if this was done in order to RP smut.

I will do my best to try to tag things that are NSFW or that may be triggery or otherwise cause problems for people. If I miss something, let me know. RP is meant to be fun for all of us.

The Not Safe For Work tag is simply “NSFW” and it covers sexually explicit material, excessive gore or violence, etc. Thread posts that contain NSFW or particularly triggery material will be placed under a read-more at my partner’s request. This blog is 18+ and everything will be tagged appropriately.

The trigger tag is “tw: [tagged trigger]”, so for example “tw: violence.”

The content warning tag is “cw: [content]”. This is used for things like sexual content, gore, torture, anything that would earn a post an NSFW tag, as well as for minor instances of things like period typical homophobia. For instance, Alastor is a cannibal. If I'm mentioning something about that in passing, it will be tagged “cw: cannibalism mention.“ If there’s anything graphic, such as in depth discussion, it will have a “tw” tag instead.

There may be instances of slurs in the context of RP dialogue or inner monologue. This is not reflective of the mun’s views. Alastor lived from the 1890s to the 1930s and sometimes his language usage reflects that, even though he has no problem with the LGBTQ community, women, or people of color. The specific content tag for his use of slurs is “cw: Alastor’s 1910s lingo”.

Do not push ships on me. I’m generally fine with shipping, as long as we discuss it first. But if I have said no to something, that means no. It’s usually because I’m uncomfortable with it for some reason, and I will generally make that reason known. Don’t keep pushing If you do this, I will not RP with you.

The mun is not the muse. That should go without saying. Alastor may say or do things that I would never say or do and that I disagree with. But that’s Alastor, not me. It will be clear when I’m talking OOC, as those posts will start with a //. If it doesn’t have a //, it’s Alastor. If something he says or does is triggery to you and you would like me to tag it, please let me know and I will be happy to do so.

Please, please do not reblog RP threads from me that you are not involved in. Liking is fine. Reblogging is not. It screws up my thread tracker.

I do not generally send in “passwords” and whatnot. However, I also almost never follow anybody who doesn’t have rules somewhere on their blog, as I do make a point of reading those so I know how they run their blog. I’m just an anxious mess and sometimes it’s hard for me to reach out to people and that does extend to sending passwords. Or any messages, for that matter.

Unless otherwise stated, interactions with each character my muse interacts with are treated as separate. The only instance to which this does not apply is dashboard chatter amongst alternates.

If your muse is not from Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss, that does not mean I won’t play with you. However, if your muse is not someone Alastor could be reasonably expected to know, he won’t know them straight off.

Name: Alastor

Aliases: The Radio Demon, Smiles (Angel), Strawberry Pimp (Angel)

Twin Name: Story

Gender: Male

Years living: 1895-1933

Age, at death: 38

Age, total: 128

Height: 6'6"

Weight:

Physical appearance: Alastor is a deer demon. He has red hair tipped with black at all edges. He also has large deer ears atop his head, rather than human ears, and small antlers situated between them. He does also have a small tail, though this is generally hidden beneath his jacket. His skin is an ashen greyish color and he has yellowed, shark-like teeth. His eyes are red in his normal form, with a dark red sclera and bright red iris. While his shoes have cloven hoofprints on the bottoms, reminiscent of his animal’s feet, his fingers sport long claws more suited to predator than prey. When angered, his eyes take on the appearance of radio dials. If pushed beyond that point, his eyes turn completely black and his antlers and claws grow to monstrous lengths.

Distinguishing marks: Antlers, deer ears, red and black hair, and red eyes.

Affiliations: Charlie Morningstar & the Happy/Hazbin Hotel

Alignment: Neutral evil

Languages: English, French Creole

Abilities: Alastor can manipulate radio frequencies, even being able to use them to go so far as disrupting reality around him. He is also adept at eldritch magic. He is tuned into radio frequencies to the extent that he is able to know about anything happening anywhere in Pentagram City where there’s a radio nearby. He can also separate his shadow from himself and use it for basic tasks, surveillance, and as a means of essentially teleporting.

Positive traits: Work ethic

Likes: Radio, jazz music, hunting

Weaknesses: Pride, luddite tendencies

Negative traits: Cruel, manipulative, narcissistic, cannibalistic

Dislikes: Television, anyone who challenges his power, boredom

Weapon of choice: Magic

Orientation: Asexual, demiromantic

Relationship status: Single and not really looking, though he’s open to new experiences

Mental Health and Behavior:

Alastor is a sociopath. He does not experience feelings of empathy. On Earth, this was one of the things that led him to becoming a serial killer. Unlike most sociopathic people, Alastor became fascinated with other people and that fascination took a dark turn. He enjoyed causing fear and pain. To him, it was a form of art. He didn’t turn to cannibalism, however, until the Great Depression struck. He had already been killing for years, and with the unavailability of food - especially meat - cannibalism was a matter of practicality. As with all things, however, Alastor became obsessed with the artistry of it. Everything from the way he butchered the corpses to the way he cooked the resultant meat was an art form.

The only person for whom Alastor ever really felt anything was his mother, of whom he was deeply fond. He admired her determination and drive and respected the sacrifices she made in order to raise him. He did not, however, love her. That is something Alastor is incapable of, though she was the closest he ever came. Even this fondness, however, had undertones of his narcissism. He was chiefly concerned with her attitudes and actions towards him, rather than the woman herself.

History:

Alastor was born about half an hour outside New Orleans, Louisiana in 1895. His childhood was lonely and difficult. The result of an unwilling union between a Black woman and a white man, Alastor didn’t really have a place on either side of the racial divide. His mother raised him alone. Making ends meet was often a struggle, but she provided for her son as best she could. Alastor was highly intelligent and she made sure that he did attend school through the eighth grade. She also raised him with the practice of Voodoo, a syncretic religion that had elements of both Catholicism and West African spiritual practices. Alastor would continue to practice Voodoo until his death, although by the end he had deviated so far from the original path that the typical practitioner would have no trouble at all distancing his practices from their own. As a teenager, he did farm labor in order to help in keeping the household afloat. During that time, he continued to read as much as he could. When radios began to become more commonplace, he listened avidly whenever the opportunity arose. Between his love for jazz and his love of the medium, Alastor decided he wanted to become a radio broadcaster. He may have been too black for a lot of dance halls and other venues in the still deeply segregated American South, but on the radio no one could determine your race. He studied not only the technology involved, but also the way broadcasters tended to speak. This is how he picked up his Transatlantic accent.

It was during the 1920s that he moved to New Orleans. There, he found a world of new opportunities. In addition to the chance he wanted to find a career in radio, he also found a hunting ground. His first kill was a way to assuage his own curiosity. He had, of course, heard of the ax man murders. After all, that hadn’t been so very long ago at the time. He was curious how difficult it would be to get away with something like that - and what it would feel like to see the fear in a person’s face when they knew death was coming for them, to see the light dim and the life leave them. Morbid as that fascination was, he was almost sure it would yield to him some sort of truth about the world. It had to, didn’t it? So egregious was the crime that surely it would enlighten him to something. The only truth it revealed was how much he enjoyed the feeling of power that surged through him as he watched the life leave his victims.

Death came for Alastor when, in 1933 at the age of 38, he was happened upon by a hunter while burying the remains of what would turn out to be his last Earthly victim. The man had been hunting with his blueticks and when he spotted movement in the trees, he fired at the source, thinking it to be a deer. That first shot didn’t kill Alastor, but it did slow him down enough that he couldn’t escape the hounds. When he realized what he and his dogs had done, the hunter shot Alastor point blank in the head and left his body hidden in a nearby thicket where it was unlikely to be found. An ignominious end for the ambitious man.

After that final rifle blast, Alastor was surprised to find himself awakening in a different place altogether. It didn’t take him long to realize he was dead. There was no way he wasn’t, given the last thing he could remember was a hunter standing over him and a rifle barrel in his face. To his indignation, he discovered in short order that he had somehow gained a stag’s ears, antlers, and tail. He had become the very deer the hunter had mistaken him for. But he made the best of the situation. After all the appeals he had made to the loa over the course of his life - not to mention his final pleas as he faced down the hunter’s hounds - he found he had been heard. His appeals had been acknowledged and answered, though not in the way he would have expected. In this world beyond the physical realm, this land of the departed, he found himself with all the power he could ever have craved in life. Not one to spurn a gift, he wasted no time putting his newfound abilities to use. And thus the Radio Demon was born.

#pinned post #rules #about #mobile friendly #the radio demon broadcasts || psa

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bombbitch · 4 years ago

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anonymous bitched (funny how my format worked out): I honestly don't get what the problem is here? I'm a lesbian but I don't care? She's a fictional character, hun. And people can rp her as they wish. Be mad but it sounds like you're just calling Alastor's and Vaggie's who rp them out for no reason and might be a reason the fandom rejects you? You're being indirectly toxic.

alright so i was done w/ this but i guess we’re not! i’m gonna put this under a read more bc i don’t want my blog to be three negative posts in a row, and i don’t know how long this will get since you seem to want an in-depth explanation

first off, you don’t have to agree with me.

second, don’t call me “hun” when you’re acting like i’m a child or idiot. thanks.

three, i named no names. there’s a lot of blogs out there. i mentioned a common theme i’ve seen between alastor blogs and vaggie blogs. not every blog ships vaggie with men. but a considerable amount do, and i believe it’s my right to mention it when i’m saying why this has been upsetting me. because i’ve been seeing it more and more often.

fourth, CHECK MY RULES. I MAKE THIS VERY CLEARN ALREADY THAT I’M NOT ABOUT THIS SHIT

i don’t know what your experience as a lesbian is, but mine sure as hell hasn’t been great. can you name any lesbian characters that have been confirmed lesbians in any type of show? if she-ra is your only answer, think about that for a minute.

ever notice how lesbians are WIDELY ignored by the lgbt+ community? ever notice that on pride days and in pride month our flag is nowhere to be seen? remember when google made their logo into pride flags and forgot THE FIRST LETTER STANDS FOR LESBIANS? lesbians are CONSTANTLY ignored. our opinions go unheard very often, we get ignored, we get called slurs and we’re told to be quiet.

i haven’t been in the community for long, because i only recently discovered ( through writing vaggie! ) that i’m also a lesbian. but what i’ve seen has greatly disappointed me. and i’m not even talking about shows or comics. i’m talking about real life situations that i see very often.

ever wonder why lesbian women ocs, AND canon characters get ignored? i’ll let you guess. i don’t know why this is an issue, but it’s been a constant occurrence on all of my blogs. unless i write a character that is not a lesbian or i write a character that identifies as a man, my blogs rarely get activity. this has been a constant theme for the 8 years i have been roleplaying.

so let’s get down and dirty. why do i care, specifically?

well, for us being ignored in general outside of media is one thing. i want representation. i want to be seen in a show that isn’t made by a company that restricts the amount of gay “content” that’s “allowed” to be shown. i want to see a lesbian that is angry! because i’m angry! i’d be angry if ANYONE said to me ‘i don’t touch the gays’. that’s directed at charlie because she is dating a woman. imagine if she said that to a lesbian, who VASTLY receive more homophobia than gay men.

i could go on and give more examples, but i don’t want to. i’ve spent enough time on this. i don’t care about your opinion of me. just soft or hard block me.

maybe check in with yourself and see how you feel about being a lesbian. is it part of your life? or a fundamental part of who you are? do you get offended on behalf of other lesbians? if you do, maybe try to see why making vaggie bisexual/pansexual/straight would upset me.

hun.

#don't fight with me in the replies or i'll turn it off #this can go ignored i Do Not Care to continue this #oh BOY i got another anon so guess this isn't over lmao #but this is the only explanation i'm giving #so uh #thanks hun #negative //

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romolite · 4 years ago

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*Important FAQ*

Aka questions that pertain to what I usually post about or stuff I don’t like getting asks about but continue to get asks about regardless.

[Insert any invasive question about my ethnicity/race]

I’m Ghanaian American. My parents were born in Ghana and I was born here in the US. I’ve seen it more on twitter and tumblr, but Black Africans don’t like me because I’m American, and black Americans don’t like me because I’m African. So I’m stuck in the middle lmao. I’m what you’d consider a First-Generation African, my parents are Continental Africans, and if I have children, they will be considered Generational African Americans.

First Generation African: A black person born in the US to parents who were born in Africa

Generational African American: A black person born in the US to US-born black parent(s)

Continental African: A black person born in Africa to parents who were also born in Africa

Non is just a prefix, black people don’t have a monopoly on the term! I suppose you think nonbinary people are racist huh?

Yeah sure it wasnt coined by black people but the context it’s currently used as was predominantly used by black people. ALL people who are not black benefit from and contribute to antiblackness, even if they are marginalized themselves. That kind of dynamic doesnt exist in other contexts (unless we’re talking about transfem + transmisogyny, but that’s something you’d have to talk to someone who is transfem about. Plus they have their own word for “non-transfem”). Using it in contexts outside of antiblackness is appropriative (Yall are annoying as fuck with the “non-aspec” “non-lesbian”(this term also has anti-bi roots btw) “non-bi” shit etc, stop it. You also can’t complain about the “replacement terms” lumping yall with oppressors when “non-x” does the exact same thing you’re so worried about. “Cis” puts cis gays with cis hets, cis disabled people with cis abled people, cis white people with cis poc, I could go on.)

Plus we’re talking about marginalized groups here. Black people are a marginalized group. Binary people as a whole are not so the term nonbinary isn’t appropriate at all. I dont take issue with terms like “nonamerican” or “nonwhite” because (obviously) whites + americans as a whole aren’t oppressed for being white or american.

Basically using "non-x” in contexts to talk about oppression bad, everything else good.

Follow up: If we can’t use non-[marginalized group], what can we use instead?

There are other words to describe the people you’re talking about

non-transfem- TME

non-LGBT- cishet, or people who aren’t LGBT

non-trans - cis

Black people don’t have a monopoly on the acronym nb! I’ll call myself nb if I want to!

At this point I dont really care, go on your antiblack crusade elsewhere and out of my inbox, I’m always gonna mean nonblack when I use the acronym nb.

And yes, you’re antiblack as fuck if you think black people telling you “nb” stands for “nonblack” is the same as exclusionists claiming “aspec” is for autistic people.

Is x AAVE?

I have a tag dedicated to what is and is not aave and how harmful it is for nonblacks to use aave given its history. I know some things overlap with southern culture but others are specifically for black people. A lot of “stan twitter” language/slang is just repackaged AAVE. No, I can’t tell you how to stop using AAVE. Don’t tell me you’re going to try to stop using AAVE, I don’t want to hear it.

Why don’t you like the n-word being compared to LGBT slurs?

Race and Sexuality/Gender aren’t comparable topics because each deals with a different history of oppression. I don’t care about slur discourse that much because I don’t even use/reclaim any myself except the n-word.

I have a problem with nonblack LGBT people co-opting black culture and struggle(like they always do), especially for trivial online discourse.

And to be honest it goes deeper than slur discourse. Every other day someone is weaponizing the oppression of black trans women, or comparing “cishet aces/aros” in the LGBT community to white/nonblack people invading black spaces (you know, something that ACTUALLY takes resources away from the people who need it, see the cultural appropriation of Black African and Blac American culture in literally any nonblack community while black people get demonized for said culture), or tokenizing their black friends to get away with something blatantly racist. And that’s not even getting into how a lot of gay slang/stan culture is just repurposed AAVE/black culture.

And I’m not gonna lie, I’ve seen this more with exclusionist accounts than inclus accounts, but it’s still not excusable for inclus to do that either. We get erased as black gay/trans/queer/aspec people up until it’s time for discourse accounts to bring us up to one-up each other

Can you give me advice on x?

Most likely not, because I’m not an expert or an advice blog. I’ll try, but don't take my word for it. I’m also tme, able-bodied, not Jewish, singlet, etc, so I’m not able to accurately answer questions about transmisogyny, (physical?) ableism, antisemitism, “sycourse”, etc.

I might be able to give advice on school-related stuff since I just graduated high school, but remember that students are not a monolith, and what worked for me may not work for someone else.

Can I follow if I’m nonblack/a minor/cishet?

Nonblack and/or cishet can follow but watch your step, minors blacklist the #minors dni tag before following

Why do you hate Ao3?

*long sigh*

I don't, I have a problem with the fact that it allows racist and (frankly voyeuristic) pedophilic/abusive/incestuous content to exist on its platform. It’s a good concept overall, but the devs are complicit in allowing “underage” and “noncon/dubcon” fics on their platform.

And there's the fact that they somehow need donations every year despite exceeding their goal several times over each year?

What’s wrong with Hazbin Hotel/The Ships/Vivziepop?

[WIP, as I have to go into extensive detail about this and I currently don’t have the energy for it]

TLDR: Viv made a half-assed apology for supporting racists (one of whom did blackface [yes the mask was used to do blackface shut up] to mock black activist) and drawing gross content. Her current projects including Hazbin Hotel are full of anti-gay/trans/aspec (Angel Dust, Vaggie, Alastor), antisemetic (Mimzy), and racist (Vaggie again, that yellow cyclops character that I’ve forgotten the name of) content under the guise of humor. If you’re into that shit, whatever, just don’t follow me and don’t whine when I make posts criticizing it.

What’s wrong with Hamilton?

Aside from the fact that it’s very obviously glorifying slave owners and made people worldwide believe the founding fathers were good people, LMM, the creator, is nonblack. This isn't his story to tell at all.

Can you tag x?

I have a list of things I usually tag because they come upon this blog a lot. I cannot do catch all tags, as I have way too many followers for that. The closest thing to that is the “ask to tag” tag when there’s something potentially triggering but I’m not sure what it is. Everything is tagged as “x tw”. If something is extremely triggering, I’ll tag it as “major tw”

Do you tag slurs?

I tag slurs I’m not able to reclaim at all (i.e., d slur, f slur, t slur) or slurs I can reclaim but are being used as a slurs. I don’t tag the n-word, as I reclaim that one. I always tag the r slur

Can I message you about something/someone?

Unless you’re a mutual, most likely no. My DMs are only open to mutuals.

Do you want to be mutuals?

I don’t usually follow back people who follow me, especially if you’re under 16 or post things I’m not interested in.

Why is it important to have byf or about?

1) So I know gross people aren’t following me. This is not up for discussion

2) So I know someone’s not speaking out of their lane, which tends to happen a lot. (i.e, someone refusing to disclose that they are tme when discussing transmisogyny, someone not having their race listed when discussing racism)

3) Some people don’t want to interact with people under 18 or over like 30 or something.

Yeah, yeah, people aren’t entitled to personal information and all that crap but I have a serious problem with people speaking on topics from a place of privilege. Not to say they can’t talk about those things, just perhaps add a disclaimer that you’re privileged when talking about these things and be open to criticism, and NOT blocking people of the said marginalized group when they tell you something you’ve said was problematic.

I also have a problem with people who are intentionally vague about their age. There’s a difference between interacting with someone who’s 20 and someone who’s 29. I don’t want to say it’s the opposite for minors but at the same time there’s a difference for saying something racist at 13 and doing so at 17, and keeping your age vague makes it harder to determine how to deal with something like that. (Not that 13-year-olds shouldn’t know better, it’s just I don’t feel whole ass callout posts and receipt blogs are necessary for someone of that age).

Also anyone under 16, I can't stop you from following, but keep your interaction limited, please. This isnt an 18+ blog but I do rb suggestive jokes from time to time

I sent you an ask and you never answered it!

It’s likely that

I never got it

You were blocked

I’ve already answered this or it’s been answered in my faq

It’s a random positivity ask (which I appreciate but not sure how to respond to those)

You were rude in your ask and I didn’t feel like answering

I forgot until it was too late, which happens when my inbox gets a lot of asks at a time.

You sent it to the wrong blog (I.e, sending asks about my ocs to this blog instead of @ochood )

Hey, the op is [insert post] is [someone on my dni]! I usually double-check myself, just to be sure.

Have you heard about [someone who is mutuals with someone I’m loosely connected with]?

Most likely, no. And unless they’re an immediate danger to someone or they’ve got my name in their mouth, I don’t care.

Do you know who [x person/group/thing] is?Most likely no. Not to sound like a hipster but I don't usually keep up to date with trends. If I do hear about something, it’s most likely from twitter or Instagram.

Why am I blocked? Check here.

Why do you continuously move mains/change URLs/update themes?

I’m inconsistent. And sometimes there are posts on my blog that I no longer stand by.

Can I tag you in posts I think I’d like?Of course!

#lite.txt #long post #faq

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lady-oceana9518 · 5 years ago

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Here For You (A Hazbin Hotel Fanfic)

A/N: Hey y’all, here’s another little story featuring my Hazbin OC, Morgana, the direwolf shifter. This fic features lots of fluffy times between Wolf!Morga and Vaggie. I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally speaking today, so I wrote this in an effort to comfort myself a little. I hope you guys enjoy it too. Let me know what you think of the story and/or my wolfy girl Morga😊

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Today...hadn’t been Morgana’s best day. She woke up that morning with a bone-deep tiredness that she couldn’t shake, even though she had a good night’s sleep the night before. She didn’t feel happy, or angry, or overwhelmingly sad...just, numb.

Charlie and Vaggie were out running errands around town with Razzle and Dazzle, which Morga knew because of a note that Vaggie had left on her bedside table earlier that morning. They should be back later that afternoon, she wrote. Angel was out entertaining one of his regular clients; Niffty was flitting around the hotel cleaning, as usual, like a manic hummingbird; Alastor was working in his office, awaiting his mate Charlie’s return; and Husk was tending the bar in the lobby (while successfully becoming more and more intoxicated himself as the day wore on). Morga had a rare day off from her teaching duties. She was too exhausted to want to do, well, just about anything, but she at least wanted to get out of her room at some point for a little change in scenery. She also didn’t particularly want to socialize with anyone.

The solution to her little dilemma seemed obvious. She would simply remain in her direwolf form for the rest of the day. After locking the door to her room behind her, Morga shifted effortlessly into her wolf form. She shook out her black-brown fur and stretched her wings, which were reminiscent of a snowy owl’s, then trotted down to the lobby.

She passed right by Husk’s bar, and of course didn’t go unnoticed by the surprisingly-observant bartender. “Hey wolfy, bout time you showed up!” Husk snickered, slurring his words a bit. Morga would normally have some kind of retort ready to go but was absolutely not in the mood for his, or anyone’s, teasing today. She growled at him, the sound a deep, menacing rumble emanating from her chest.

Husk jumped, more than a little surprised at the normally mild-mannered and mischievous wolf. “ ‘Ey, what the fuck was that for??” In response, Morga glared at him over her shoulder and bared her teeth, not even breaking stride as she continued on toward the fireplace.

As luck would have it, there was a roaring fire blazing merrily in the newly-refurbished grand fireplace. It was oh-so inviting and looked like the perfect place for a nap. Morga wasted no time in trotting over to the rug in front of the fireplace, circling a few times, and flopping onto her side. She yawned and allowed her heavy eyelids to flutter closed over her leaf-green eyes.

Some time later, which in reality turned out to be several hours later, Morga became aware of a few different voices conversing quietly nearby.

“I’m tellin’ ya, she’s got a stick up her ass about somethin’ today. Been all wolfed out the whole time too. Maybe wolfy’s finally going feral,” Husk grumbled, taking a swig from his ever-present bottle of booze.

Charlie hummed uncertainly, her worried gaze flickering over to Morga’s dozing form. “Morga doesn’t usually act that way...and I don’t think I’ve heard her growl at anyone other than Al before.” Vaggie couldn’t help but snicker at that. It was no secret that she still wasn’t the Radio Demon’s biggest fan. “Vags, maybe you should check on her? Since she definitely trusts you more than anyone else. I don’t want to startle her if she’s feeling a little more sensitive and skittish than usual.”

Vaggie smiled a little at her best friend’s words. She still wasn’t sure how she had become lucky enough to catch the eye of such an enchanting, wild woman like Morgana, but she was grateful for that each day. “Of course I will. You two go back to whatever you were doing; I’ve got this. I’ll take care of her.”

Husk grumbled something along the lines of “Careful she doesn’t rip your hand off,” before heading back to the bar, while Charlie nearly skipped away toward Alastor’s office, eager to spend time with her mate.

Vaggie slowly made her way over to Morga’s dozing form, beginning to speak softly to her lover as she did so. “Morga, hun? Are you feeling alright?”

Morga’s eyes slowly blinked open and she felt a growl instinctively begin to build in the back of her throat. When she saw her moth demon slowly approaching, though, she stopped immediately. She let out an apologetic whine and glanced off to the side, folding her ears back against her head.

Vaggie crouched down and knelt alongside her direwolf, gently running her fingers through the thick fur along Morga’s back. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it,” Vaggie murmured. Morga rumbled her thanks and hesitantly laid her head in Vaggie’s lap, gazing up at her tiredly. Vaggie felt her heart twist at the sight. Her usually-serene, confident Morga looked so tired and hopeless. For a moment she didn’t know what to do. She just wanted to be there for her lover and comfort her in the same way that Morga so often comforted Vaggie.

“I’m sorry you don’t feel great today, mi cariño,” Vaggie cooed, beginning to idly stroke Morga’s silky, feathered wings. She was actively racking her brain, trying to think of what would help her wolf feel more like her usual self. “Have you had anything to eat today?”

In response, Morga’s ears flattened once more and she looked anywhere but at Vaggie. The moth demon gave the direwolf a small, patient smile. “That’s alright; it’s easy to forget those things when you’re depressed and having an off day. How about we find something good to eat in the kitchen and then go back to our room to cuddle?”

In response, Morga butted her head against Vaggie’s stomach, then rose to her paws for a nice, long stretch. She stared expectantly at Vaggie, waiting for the moth demon to stand up too. Vaggie chuckled, taking that as her cue to stand. “Alright, princess, let’s go.” Morga growled softly at Vaggie’s teasing tone and gently nipped her hand for good measure. “Hey now, you better watch it, missy!” Vaggie replied, to which Morga swatted her gently with one of her wings before plodding ahead to the kitchen.

The two of them rifled through the cupboards, determined to find something Morga would like. Suddenly, the direwolf’s ears perked up and she eagerly sniffed a sealed plastic bag that was filled to the brim with something that smelled delicious. Vaggie raised a brow and reached into the cupboard, only to pull out the bag of venison jerky that Morga had been snuffling at. “Babe, Alastor made this from the deer he killed during his last hunt. Maybe we should find some food that doesn’t already belong to someone, yeah?” In response, Morga’s ears drooped, she lowered her head, and simultaneously gave Vaggie the most pathetic puppy dog eyes she could muster. Vaggie groaned, covering her face with the hand not holding the bag of jerky so she wouldn’t have to see the pathetically adorable display.

“Ugh...okay, fine! I guess that shitlord can always make more another time. I’d rather you have the jerky than him anyway,” Vaggie relented, holding the bag of jerky out to Morga. The direwolf gently took the bag into her mouth, trotting toward the staircase as Vaggie grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and followed quickly behind.

Back in their shared bedroom, Vaggie and Morga, still in wolf form, lounged on their bed and snacked on stolen jerky while soft music played from a speaker on their bedside table. Vaggie leaned back against the headboard, scratching behind Morga’s ears as the direwolf sprawled across the moth demon’s lap and contentedly tore into her seventh piece of jerky. While Morga still felt like a shadow of her usual self, she couldn’t deny that she felt much better than she had that morning; and it was all thanks to the love, support, and patience that Vaggie so freely gave.

Suddenly, from downstairs they heard a baffled-sounding Radio Demon call out: “Oh Charlie, dearest, do you know where my venison jerky ran off to? I put an entire bag in the cupboard just this morning!”

Meanwhile, back in hers and Vaggie’s bedroom, Morga wolfed down the last piece of jerky that was currently between her forepaws, and pushed the empty bag beneath the duvet with her nose. Content with her work, she laid her head on top of Vaggie’s stomach, snuggled close to her side, and spread one of her wings over her moth demon as a sort of blanket. She gazed up at Vaggie in thanks for all she had done that day, then began to fall asleep. This slumber would be far more peaceful than the last.

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