#rachie rambles

[tendercherie]

you can get off to the thought of hurting me if you want :3

[localwench]

wanna be so in love with someone that I can send them dream home inspiration <3

[multifandommadnessblog]

Narinder having the only song (so far) in the metal series that has swears is fucking hilarious for some reason

[good-beans]

🚗‼️

[theconfusingfrog]

Me: I’m ace and hate the idea of sex and don’t like talking about it with people. They can do what they want, it’s just not for me ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also me: IF ITS APPEAL KEEP IT REAL BABY SHAKE THAT DOWN WITH THE FEELS WITH A FACE SCREAMING DOWN BAD

[rachi-roo]

Help my nose is so fucking small that sometimes I get a whistle when I breathe out 🤣🤣🤣

Like... Whee... Whee.... Whee.... ITS SO ANNOYING XD

[lunejump]

I swear to god I had an explanation for this. I don't have it anymore

[farolero-posting]

I think Cedric and Calamus should be friends and join the club of teenagers with way too much weight on their shoulders because holy shit they deserve good things.

I mean, one of those small details that I always felt were kind of sad was that line Cedric has about not knowing Calamus or Alula... which makes sense in a way, because it was the Author who knew them better. And yet both Cedric and Calamus feel close in age and have similar personalities I am genuinely surprised they weren't friends.

And now considering their circumstances... Both of them need to be the proactive sibling, ready to react to situations that are beyond what teens like them should be doing.

We... never get told what happened to Rachis, although context probably tells us he was one of the NPCs lost to the squares. But even if Calamus and Alula were not aware of that truth, they're both still functionally orphans, and Calamus has made it his responsibility to make sure Alula is okay because she is all he has left.

Cedric is one of the few people aware of being in a simulation, and this by itself is already really isolating. Cedric is also the one responsible for... pretty much ensuring that Niko made it to the city and fulfilled their mission, having to make up plans as he goes. Not to mention the knowledge that his father is gone for good now, and the grief that is tied to it.

And besides all of this, I just really think that these two are alike in personality. Both are really polite, hardworking and responsible. The only big differences are their sets of skills and that Cedric is more willing to take risks on the spot, while I feel like Calamus would be more cautious in his place.

But gosh they could be good friends.

[eggonthemoon]

Been listening to vocaloid covers lately and I gotta say

Undead Alice fits Sinkromer/Kromclair really well

[yume-fanfare]

MENTAL ILLNESS LOSES 🎉🎉🎉

[tendercherie]

the way someone will send the most vile anonymous message on here to a stranger makes me feel sick to my stomach

[localwench]

literally FIGHTING the urge to buy a lush rn 🤼‍♀️

[multifandommadnessblog]

Sometimes I wonder if any of the early/mid twenties college students around me are actually some of the narilamb drawers I follow 👀

[giggly-squiggily]

Caught In The Act (My Hero Academia)

Tada! I'm back with another TodoBaku fic! :D It's been a hot minute since I've really written for them as a couple, and plus- let's be real; lee!Bakugou is a treasure! This is a gift for a friend (you know who you are :3)- I hope y'all like it!

Summary: Todoroki makes a surprising discovery about his boyfriend- much to Bakugou's embarrassment.

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo @mochigiggle @intheticklecloset (I know you're not on my taglist but girl it's TodoBaku- I HAD to tag you akrejakjrejrjk :D) @chibisstuff

It was a secret Bakugou planned on carrying to the grave.

“Geahhahahahaha! K-Kihihihirshima!” Denki squealed, feet kicking and hands slapping as the redhead tickled him relentlessly. “Stahahhahhaap!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you could handle it!” Kirishima teased, looking over his shoulder at Bakugou with twinkling eyes. “Get in here, Baku-bro! Help me take out sparky!”

“Tch, I’ll pass.” He waved them off, shaking his head at the sight. He hoped his nonchalance covered the twitchiness in his muscles. Before Kirishima could ask more, Mina had already bounced over, declaring war as she threw herself into the fray.

“Dumbasses.” Bakuogou rolled his eyes with affection as he walked back to his room, hand already drifting to his phone. By the time he got back there, his heartbeat was blasting in his ears, cheeks warm as he pressed a hand against his chest- willing it to calm.

God…I wish that was me.

Shaking his head, he tapped away at his phone, flopping back into his bedsheets as he scrolled through his bookmarked fanfics, settling in. “This will have to do.”

~~~

Bakugou…liked tickling.

There, he said it!

Well…thought it anyway.

He didn’t know why the childish act made his heart race so much, or why the sight and sound of it filled him with such joy; it just kinda did. He had plenty of tickle fights growing up- well; at least until his quirk kicked in. Admiration aside, not many people were willing to go toe to toe with him when his hands sparked out of control during a laughing fit.

Even in the dorms tickle fights reigned on. Kirishima was a walking wall of defense with a playful side to back; he and Denki made it their personal mission to tickle everyone at least once a week. They’d probably get him more if he didn’t gripe and groan so much during it.

The idea of asking for it… dear god, the idea of telling them…

He could already picture Midoriya rambling about the various reasons and factors about it as if it were a quirk- the idea both mortifying and weirdly hilarious. It wasn’t the wildest thing anyone’s revealed about themselves; not after Mineta’s google search history got leaked.

Still, the idea of anyone finding out about it made his blood turn cold and the back of his neck sweat. He had to be extra careful! No crumb trails allowed!

He could do that.

Sure- easy. ~~~

“Bakugou, can I borrow..” Todoroki paused at the blonde’s dorm room upon finding the blonde curled up in bed, scrolling on his phone with his headphones in.. It was after breakfast and on a weekend, so it wasn’t that surprising to find him here. Shrugging, he quietly shut the door as he entered, mumbling a soft “sorry for the intrusion.”

There it was on the chair- a large soft sweatshirt Todoroki meant to ask for. He gathered it up, smiling at the feel of the fabric against his skin. He didn’t know what it was made of, but it must have been fancy. The perks of parents in the fashion industry.

Feeling bold, he pressed it against his face, snuggling.

“Heh.” Startled, Todoroki twisted, hiding the sweater behind him with bright red cheeks. “Sorry I-”

But Bakuogu wasn’t looking at him. Instead, he was still on his phone, looking at what looked to be a picture. Curiosity won out as Todoroki creeped closer, observing.

The image was a piece of fanart- two characters engaged in what looked to be a duel. One guy- white hair and dressed semi formally with black gloves- was hovering over the other, his hands curled into his sides. His companion- another man pale as a ghost dressed in all black, looked like he was in mild pain, struggling to push him away as his cheeks flushed pink. There were some strange red things sticking out of his back, but Todorok’s seen wilder quirks.

Bakugou scrolled. Another picture- this time a redhead boy covering his face and smiling while two other boys- a black haired one with bright blue eyes and a brunette with a bob cut and impish grin- squeezed his knees. At that, Bakugou huffed a laugh, hitting the little red heart as he carried on scrolling.

“...” Todoroki blinked. Bakugou was looking at fanart?

A screen of text- it looked to be a story. Todoroki leaned in to read a few words.

“Ahehehehahha! Cohoohohme on, you jehehehehrk! Gehehet oohohoff me!” Abe snorted around his laughter, shoving at Tajima’s shoulders as his waist was prodded at. “Mihiihiashi, hehehheelp!”

“H-Huh?” The shy boy yelped, startled at the cry.

“Yeah, Mihashi!! Come over here and help me tickle Abe!” Tajima wagged his brows, one hand tickling while the other gestured him over. “Come on, don’t be shy~”

Mihashi-

But Todoroki never did find out what this “Mihashi” guy did, for the next thing he knew he was grabbed and pinned, all the air in his body knocked out of him as his back slammed into the wood floor.

“Just who the hell do you think you are, you damn bastard?!” Bakugou had his hand pointed in his face, sparks popping. “Think you can sneak in here and-”

“Bakugou! It’s me!” Todoroki cried. The sparks died instantly, hand moving to reveal a shocked Bakugou’s face. “Erm…hey?”

“I-Icyhot? What- How-When-” Bakugou gaped like a fish, looking from the door to the trapped hero beneath him and back. His body eased upon realizing he was not under attack by a villain. “Why are you-”

“Wanted to borrow your sweater.” Todoroki nodded to the discarded garment. “Erm…so uh…who’s Mihashi?”

Bad move- bad, bad move. The eased expression faded to one of shock, then dread, then mortification as Bakugou seemed to forget how to breathe. “You saw…” He gaped out, looking torn between running and raging.

“I…erm, yeah.” Todoroki confessed, knowing lying would make it worse.

Bakugou stared down at him, very still. For a moment, Todoroki was sure he was gonna explode- both literally and verbally.

But then the weight upon him was gone. When he sat up by the bed, Bakugou was a mound of blankets in the center. “Erm…Bakugou?”

“Fuck off, Icy Hot!” Oh- he was mad. No longer scary Endeavor mad but Bakugou mad. Todoroki felt himself breathe as he blinked at the mound. “Leave me alone.”

“Do you really want me to go?” Todoroki asked. When no answer came, he dared to climb into the bed. “I’ll go if you tell me to.” Again, no answer. After a moment, Todoroki cleared his throat. “You know you can talk to me about this, right?”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” The blankets snapped, shifting as Bakugou curled up more into himself. “Just go on ahead and tell everyone what you saw! I don’t care anymore!”

“...Why would I do that?” Todoroki asked, brows furrowing. “You know I’d never do that to you.” No further argument came, so Todoroki carried on, scooting closer to him on the bed until his hip was against the blankets. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready, but I don’t think less of you for liking that sort of thing.”

“I’m a freak.” It was so quiet- yet the crack it left on Todoroki’s heart was massive.

“No you are not. You’re the farthest thing from a freak.” Todoroki reassured, petting the mound beside him. “You’re not a freak for liking fanfiction-”

“That’s not it!” Bakugou grumped as he turned over, peeking out from the blankets some. “That’s not…the part I’m talking about.”

“Was it the fanart? Cause I thought it was nicely done.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, sinking back into the blanket. “I can’t tell if you’re being intentionally dense to help me or you mean it.” Flushed, Bakugou hid further in the blankets until he was no longer visible. “It’s..the tickling part. I like it.”

“....huh.” Todoroki hummed.

“What the hell does that mean?” Bakugou snapped, resurfacing to glare. Todoroki held up his hands in surrender.

“Nothing bad. I’m just not all that surprised?” When Bakugou kept glaring, Todoroki went on. “We’ve been dating for a few months now- you don’t think I notice those little things about you? How you get so squirmy when a tickle scene happens in a show, or how you try to act cool when our classmates declare war on eachother?”

“The fuck-”

“The point is- I kinda knew already. And it’s not something to be embarrassed about.” Todoroki reassured, pushing past some of Bakugou’s blanket cocoon so he could brush back his messy hair. “If anything, I think it’s cute.”

“C-Cute? I’m not fucking cute, Icy-Hot! I’m a-” Bakugou went to argue but was soon cut off by Todoroki flopping ontop of him, pinning him gently to the bed as he pushed past the remaining layers of his blanket. “What are you do-HMMPH!”

“Come on- you know you want to laugh.” Todoroki teased gently as he scratched his nails along Bakugou’s sides, making the blonde squirm with repressed giggles. “Is this why you were looking at all those pictures? You were craving tickles, huh?”

“Sh-Shut the fuuhuhck up!” The chuckles won out. Bakugou slapped at his boyfriend’s shoulders as he giggled up a storm, semi-trapped in the blanket. “Doohoohn’t taahhahalk like thahahahat!”

“Do you prefer if I talk like this?” Todoroki leaned in so he was right next to Bakugou’s ear, fingers working up and down his ribs. “Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

“FUHUHUHU!” The blonde arched with a cackle, flailing at both the ticklish feeling and the dreaded teasing. “IHIHIIHCY HOOOHOHOHOT!”

“Yehehehes?” Todoroki mocked playfully, kissing Bakugou’s red cheek before leaning back. “Wow, look at you smiling like that. I’m starting to get why you like this kinda thing.”

Bakugou could barely get out any words, too giggly for his own good. It only got worse when Todoroki found that terrible spot along his upper ribs, making his arms shoot down like rockets. “TOHOOHOHOHODOROHOHOOHOKI!”

“Yes?”

“STAHHAHAHAHP!”

“Hmm…okay.” Todoroki did just that, finally bringing his game to an end as Bakugou gasped for air. “Too much fun for one day?”

“Fuuhuuhck ohohohoff.” Bakugou rolled his eyes, hugging his torso protectively as he sank further in the bed. “You suuhuhck!”

“You love me.” Bastard!

“I do…unfortunately.” Bakugou snickered, laughing once more when his waist got pinched. “Ohoohkay okay I love you!”

“That’s what I thought I heard.” Todoroki snickered as he flopped down beside him, pulling Bakugou into his chest. “And I do mean it. You’re not a freak for liking tickling.”

“...You mean it?” There was something so vulnerable in his voice just now- a quiver of insecurity. Todoroki leaned forward until their foreheads were pressed together, meeting his eye.

“With my entire being- down to the smallest of microcells.”

“You’re such a dork.” Bakugou laughed- voice a little wet. Todoroki smiled before leaning down, kissing his wobbly smile.

“I’m your dork. And you’re mine.”

Thanks for reading!

[lakesbian]

hi! i can't quite remember if it was you who wrote it, but do you remember the post that's like "baffled that Wildbow wrote a character who is a teenage girl calling herself Bitch and handled her narrative gracefully. but then he also wrote All That"?

do you have any thoughts on the matter?

hmmm i don't know if i recognize that post. i can't imagine i wrote it it doesn't sound like something id say. like a girl character calling herself bitch doesn't automatically make me sound the misogyny sirens or anything. im also not sure what the All That would be here because wildbow writes women well he just only writes Straight women well because he's homophobic. but now that it's brought up i do feel like a teenage girl character calling herself Bitch could like. so easily go in the milquetoast liberal feminism direction where the author is obsessed with lingering on it as a great act of subversion and the girl herself is in some ways stereotypically bitchy but not particularly unpalatable. and i think the reason it works so well for rachie instead of feeling contrived or otherwise poorly handled is that she is just straight up a deeply unpleasant person to be around in many ways, and this is also elaborated at great length to be a result of her traumas and what is effectively neurodivergency, and she's portrayed as a complex and full person deserving of sympathy and recognition and opportunities. like her being called bitch works for me because 1. she's actually kind of a massive bitch in that her default autism coping mechanism is aggression and mistrust (bites like a cornered beaten dog!!) and 2. this is just how she is as a person (& something which does not negate her humanity) vs something that's trying to make a Statement. just kind of rambling here but yeah i think it's awesome that she's an unpleasant autistic doggirl who insists on going by bitch even when the cops get mad about it

[radioisntdead]

BOOM 💥 💥 💥

2 REQUESTS IN A ROW

this is kinda angsty, but I live some teenage angst!

Could we have an idol!reader, who is asked to do a performance to gain more attention for the hotel, and when she starts singing, she breaks down? ( to the song the disaperance of hatsune Miku, rachies English version or the Japanese version is okay :D)

And when she finishes her performance, she starts to go to Heaven, but rejects them to stay with her found family at the hotel?

I'd say this happens a little after sir pentious, so it would be quite shocking to hell and Heaven.

[I think I requested something like this before, idk if you got it tho]

Only do this if you feel comfortable doing it hun,

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAS

Sincere apologies for my delsiondd rambles,

- XIN 💫

GOOD EVENING XIN! as per usual you give amazing requests, You did request it before it just for some reason didn't show up on my phone but it did on my laptop [SHAME ON TUMBLR FOR TRYING TO HIDE YOUR WONDERFUL REQUESTS]

I hope you enjoy!

Showtime

Hazbin hotel x Idol reader!

Warnings: industry exploitation, child abuse, Implied suicide [not of reader], Implied bullying, betrayal and sabotage [by reader] some lyrics were tweaked to fit reader.

Song

You died at the height of your career, you trained tirelessly from childhood until your death, fought tooth and nail to climb up the ladder of fame, lost friends and gained rivals, did whatever you could to keep the spotlight.

In the end when you were attacked on stage by a crazed fan who had developed a parasocial relationship with you, convinced that you were theirs and felt betrayed that you were hanging out with others.

They had rammed a knife into your chest and fled the scene being chased by security, leaving you to bled out on stage with the stage lights shining down on you

Your last thoughts were wondering if you had squandered your life, was the spotlight worth all this pain and suffering? Would you even be remembered?

You had found the hazbin hotel soon after your death, it was a nice break from all the chaos in hell, you had grown close with the residents there, you had fought beside them during extermination day, you had grieved for Sir Pentious and you had been there to rebuild the hotel.

You were particularly close with Charlie, seeing her as a older sister figure, after being forced up against the other women in your life it was refreshing, relieving, to have someone like her as your friend.

She reminded you of someone you knew when you were alive, someone you wished you had kept in your life until the end.

So when she asked you to put on a little performance to convince people to join the hotel, you said yes without hesitation, she didn't know that you died on stage during a performance, only about you being an idol in life.

And now you were here, standing in attire that was fitting for an music idol like you, trying to steady your breathing as Vaggie was talking to you through an ear piece telling you that the curtains were about to open and to get ready.

It was time to give Eminem or whoever can say words fast a run for their money.

"Ever since I was born, from that day I had known, That I am nothing more than a source of entertainment,"

You kept your eyes closed shut as the curtains opened up.

"Even so, I'll keep singing until destroyed, living forever, yes I am a star, If for example the thing singing was just a toy that would sing back the tunes that you gave to them,"

Were you breathing?

"I'd think that was alright, while I look at the sky, bite this leek, see the soup pouring from my eyes, but even so, it'll disappear, that I know, a personality changing with every song, everything I was built on wasn't strong,"

Oh, you definitely weren't breathing!

"All of the places I knew they're already gone, everyone that I know, they don't remember me, Heart or a soul I have nothing left inside me, I can see the center of the void,"

You opened your eyes and stared out onto the crowd of sinners that Charlie had managed to convince to show up at the hotel for this.

"The world is ending for me, I'm a star."

You took in a breath, as music played behind you, clutching the microphone in your hand until your hand turned a different color.

"Even when my voice wouldn't sing properly… you were always there for me,"

Your first performance on a stage since your traumatic death,

"You kept me by your side… you always encouraged me,"

You couldn't help but look around, Frank, the remaining one of Sir Pentious's eggs was managing the stage lights.

"Please let me see you smile again… please,"

Husker was at the bar serving drinks to hyped up sinners, Alastor was watching from somewhere, Angel dust, Charlie and Vaggie were behind the stage, Charlie gave you a encouraging thumbs up when she noticed you looking over.

"Because… I promised you… a song"

You couldn't afford to be nervous, anxious or worry about someone recreating your death, you had people around you that would protect you.

"Long ago, I had loved to sing,"

You remember singing in your childhood bedroom, dancing to some celebrity's music video, you remember telling your mother that you wanted to be a singer when you grew up.

You were a kid you didn't know you what you were getting into when she threw you into idol training at the young age of six or seven!

"But now, when I do, I don't feel a thing,"

The amount of exploitation and abuse you went through.

"Where, oh where, did my happiness go?"

You were too young for it, why didn't your mother protect you? Why didn't ANYONE protect you?

"I don't know—I don't know, don't know anymore,"

Your grip around the microphone loosened.

"I'm sorry,"

You weren't the only one.

"That face I still remember, smiling through any weather,"

You had a friend, back in the early days, you couldn't remember her name but you remember how she looked, from how her lovely eyes lit up when you entered the room, from her curled hair, from her joyous laughter.

"Just thinking of it makes me feel much better,"

You truly didn't deserve her, she, much like you was thrown into this life by a mother wanting to live through her.

"All my sounds are fading out, and I can see,"

You were forced to sabotage her in order to continue on in that heartless industry.

"The end is getting closer now…"

You were told that it was going to be worth it in the end, that all the pain and suffering, all the heartache, all the betraying would be worth it when people would scream your name at sold out shows.

"Everything that I believed in turned out to be such a stupid fantasy,"

What a load of bullshit that was, all it did was make you friendless and alone.

"A reflection of how I wanted things to be,"

You decided you didn't want to be a singer anymore when you were around twelve, and you told your mom that you didn't want to do it anymore.

"I'm ending everything I know,"

You remember that conversation like it was yesterday, so clear in your mind.

"What do you mean you don't want to do this anymore?!"

"I don't wanna sing anymore Mommy, I wanna be something else,"

"Like what?"

"An architect! They-"

You didn't get to finished your sentence as her hand flew across your face leaving a red mark behind.

"Screaming out in pain, might as well rip out my throat,"

You kept your mouth shut from then on.

"Much too fast, I will sing and cry, this is my goodbye,"

The fact that woman wasn't down here with you yet was proof that she was probably still alive profiting off your death.

Even in death you couldn't be freed from her using you as a cash cow.

"I can't abandon the fantasy that I know, Everything you see about me is only show,"

It was ironic, you preferred being hell over being alive with that woman.

"Heart is exhausted and weak but I'm not afraid, All I can do now is watch as I fade away, as for the strength and the will left inside of me, I'm just a kid, I don't know what you want from me,"

You weren't breathing again.

"What can I do now as I look on at your face?, So full of happiness and yet so full of pain, slowly but surely I feel my world caving in, guess this is what they call the recycling bin, one by one after another my memories start to delete, I'll never retrieve them but, They'll never take away my memories of you,"

you really should breathe now.

"Times that we laughed and the fun things we used to do, all I can hope is that you won't forget them too, I can still taste the leeks as if they're good as new,"

To the public you were known as a sweet angel that could do no wrong, in the industry you were a foe not to be messed with, known to tear down any competition no matter the consequences, the barred off rooftop was proof of that, and behind closed doors you were a shell used by your mother, a victim that became the perpetuator, someone who instead of ending the circle of abuse just passed it on.

“I still wanna sing… I, I still... I still wanna sing!”

You tightened your hand around the microphone, memories flashing through your mind, from your past, those girls that you had treated horrifically.

“It… looks like… I haven't been… a good girl…''

Where did they end up? Heaven or hell? What was the result of their fall?

"Mother… please… just end it all… end my suffering,"

You've done things that were unforgivable, and yet.

"I don't want to see you sad… because of me anymore,”

The people in this hotel didn't judge you, okay a couple of them did but for the most part they didn't, everyone had fucked up one way or another.

"Nowadays, when I try to sing,"

You didn't think you were worthy of getting redeemed, after what you did.

"I can feel my body rip at the seams,"

But Charlie did, she thought you were worthy enough.

"Desperately, praying for some kind of miracle,"

You got to rest the idol persona, you no longer had to hurt others, you could just rest and find out who you were truly away from the limelight, away from that woman, safe in the hotel.

"No one listens, I'm all alone,"

From the two-faced big shot shining idol under a alternative name, to just [Name], it was just you.

"I'm sorry,''

You, who helped out in the hotel, who was friendly with practically anyone, who occasionally played an instrument or two in the lobby.

"That face I still remember, smiling through any weather,"

A beloved hotel resident.

No one cared about who you were before.

"When I think of it, something's lost forever,"

You were so grateful that you had met everyone in the hotel, that they had given you a second chance.

"All this noise I make grates on my heart somehow,"

They were your family, not the one you left behind when you died, the people in this hotel was your family.

"The end is getting closer now…"

The crowds eyes were on you.

"Everything that I protected turned out to be a delusion in the end,''

A golden shining light shun down around you, it wasn't a stage light,

You took a glance at Charlie, a giant smile was prevalent on her face as realization hit.

Redemption worked.

"Stabbing me with the love I'll never have again,''

You could feel yourself getting lighter,

"If I tried saying how I feel,"

You didn't want to go! Not yet, isn't it too cruel to take you away from here?

Or was it merciful because this was hell after all, you should be glad, so why weren't you?

"Would even reach you before I disappeared?"

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, hell even Alastor!

Would you ever see them again if you go up?

"Not enough time to sing or cry, this is my goodbye,"

You wiped a glimmering tear from your face as you began to float, what had you done to trigger this?!

"Ever since I was born, from that day I had known, that I am nothing more than a source of entertainment, even so, I'll keep singing until destroyed,"

Would you have enough time to finish the song?

"Living forever, yes I am a star, if for example the thing singing was just a toy that would sing back the tunes that you gave to them, I'd think that was alright,''

Sinner's looked at you with confusion, awe, realization, hope, and other things you couldn't put a finger on.

"While I look at the sky, bite this leek, see the soup pouring from my eyes, slowly but surely I feel my world caving in guess this is what they call the recycling bin,"

You were fading away into dust, 'I don't feel so good Mr. Stark' style, maybe you weren't getting redeemed and this was just a random attack.

No, no that was silly.

"One by one after another my memories start to delete, I'll never retrieve them but they'll never take away my memories of you, times that we laughed and the fun things we used to do,''

No matter what became of you above, you would never forget those in this hotel.

"All I can hope is that you won't forget them too, I can still taste the leeks as if they're good as new, finally it’s the finale, my final song, just what will happen to you when I'm redeemed and gone?"

You wondered if you'd get to see her again, could you apologize for what you did back then?

"I only wanted to sing for you once again, but I guess it was too big a wish in the end, this is where I say goodbye but I'm not afraid, All of my feelings have finally faded away,"

You didn't have much time left did you, they should've at least given you a chance to say goodbye! Or at least waited.

"Being reduced to a string of zeroes and ones, this is the end of me, soon I won't know I'm gone, fading away from here until there’s nothing left, it's so pathetic right? Now that I think of it,"

You wanted to hang out with Angel dust one more time, you wanted Husk to show you magic tricks again, you wanted to listen into Alastor's broadcast, you wanted to help Niffty hunt down roaches, you wanted Vaggie to teach you how to defend yourself again, You wanted to continue helping Charlie!

"Only the memories of my voice will remain, You might forget me but please don't forget my name,''

You prayed that they would remember you if you couldn't see them again.

"If that alone could come true I can rest in peace, lasting forever like how I was supposed to be,"

You were almost fully faded, you looked around at your family, they were emotional although most tried to hide it.

Charlie's eyes were filled with tears, you did it, you were getting redeemed like she thought you would.

"This is the end now but I like to think someday, that even if I die, this song will still remain,"

What a fitting end for you.

"Thank you so much… and finally… goodbye for good."

The last person you saw was Charlie.

You were gone, the shining light faded away from the stage leaving a bittersweet feeling and stunned sinners.

You had done your goal considering many sinners that were there that night checked into the hazbin hotel.

"Charlie, We're back for the week!" You shouted as you hopped out of the swirling portal thing, a shining halo on your head, lovely fluffy white wings on your back, and a softer color palette,

You had convinced heaven to let you come back bi-weekly along with Sir Pentious who surprise surprise was redeemed! it felt like custody visits, which it essentially was.

You got to see your family and you got to reside in heaven.

Like Hannah Montana says, best of both worlds.

"[Name], Pentious! Just in time we're about to do a trust exercise!" she said gesturing to a group of sinners, some of them giving you a little wave or a nod of acknowledgment,

"Sweet! I'll help out or participate depending on what we're doing." You said skipping over to her.

It was good to be home.

Tune in Friday for the other request our beloved Xin sent in, it's fluffy!

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed! The disappearance of Hatsune Miku is imbedded in my brain now I love it, The sped up parts did give me a little trouble with pacing but I'm never good with pacing these, also for those who caught it, yes that was a Sarah-lynn reference!

We also have a discord server now if you lovely folks would like to join!