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charliedawn · 2 years ago

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How would they react to a fan ?

(Only one of the stories will have a bad ending. Can you guess which one ?)

Penny :

To be honest, it was a surprise for Penny to find an adult who could actually see him.

He usually stayed hidden until a nice prey came along, but he had just finished one of his "dinners" when you found him.

He ha no escape and sought to mess you up with some freak show and very loud sounds of cracking bones...But, was surprised when you started clapping enthusiastically.

"LOVE the show ! And LOVE the fake blood !", you told him with the largest smile on your face and he tilted his head quizzically at you before looking at his bloody hands...What fake blood ?

He was certainly a little surprised at first, his surprise quickly turned into amusement.

He laughed and just thought you were entertaining. He had never met anyone like you...And he didn't know if it was a compliment—but he liked you.

"You're funny ! I think I'm gonna call you puppy !"

He then leaned forward, all amusement having left his face as he whispered.

"...Tell me. Do you like my smile, puppy ?"

Suddenly, your smile faltered as you started smelling a very metallic smell from his bloody mouth.

Okay...Maybe, it wasn't fake blood afterall.

Pennywise :

Pennywise had been practicing his magic tricks away from the sewers, in case Penny would see him and make fun of him.

Penny had told him that children weren't interested in magic tricks anymore, but he still had the will to practice...Just in case.

He sighed as he made a coin disappear in one hand and reappear in the other.

But, there was no joy in it.

Maybe Penny was right afterall...Maybe...Maybe, people just didn't like simple magic tricks anymore ?

But then, he heard someone clap.

His head snapped towards the source of the sound and he was surprised to find a surprise guest to his little solo show.

"Loved that. Do you have any other magic tricks ? Would love to see them."

His eyes widened a little and he suddenly stood up before his lips split into a malicious grin.

"Well, aren't you the little cutie pie...Tell me, what or who made you think it was a good idea to come here ? Wanna thank them for getting me my dinner for free."

You laughed. It threw him off.

None of his victims had ever laughed in his presence...It was strange. That's when he started digging in your head and realized why you weren't scared. He chuckled.

"Oh ? I see now. Seems like we got ourselves a little fan of horror stories, huh ?"

You wiped a tear away and nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry...I just can't. I love the whole 'horror clown gig' you got going on."

He bit back a dark laughter and the urge to correct you. It was no 'gig'. But, it had been so long since he last had an audience.

He sighed and sat back down before smiling and eyeing your pocket significantly.

You understood and checked your pocket, only to smile at the penny now in your pocket.

"Aww...Thanks."

'Don't thank me yet, sweetheart.', he thought. '...~Not when you just got sold for a penny..."

Freddy :

To be completely honest, Freddy hadn't expected when he got summoned into someone's dreams.

He was minding his own business in his own dream world when he was sucked into one particular dream.

But, not anyone's dreams...One filled with missing posters of the kids he killed and many of his old belongings.

....Why in the heck was everything there ?

The only thing he couldn't recognize was the sleeping angel on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart.

He first thought you were afraid, but no...You weren't afraid.

You were...thrilled. He then realized what was happening and chuckled to himself before letting his bladed run-on your bedsheets until reaching you.

"...So, you're a fan, huh ?", he teased while letting the tip of one of his blades run down your face. "Pretty too...Lucky me."

He hummed appreciatively before cackling mischievously.

"...I wonder how much you can take before you break ?"

Freddy is narcissistic. Knowing you're his fan would end up in a significant boost to his already gigantic ego.

One I'm not sure you'd survive...

Jason :

Jason's sole objective is to protect Crystal Lake. So, he never imagined someone would actually enter willingly to find him and ask for his autograph.

His first reaction ?

Confusion.

A...fan ?

Michael never had a friend. Imagine his astonishment when he hears that he's got fans. He'd be hella confused.

What...What was he supposed to do with you ?

You weren't particularly disrespectful or destructive towards his nature. But, he did feel kind of weirded out by the fact that you would have a portfolio on his every crime...

But then, he realized exactly why you were a fan when he found you tending to a squirrel with a broken leg.

It wasn't about the murders.

It was about his mission.

You knew he protected the fauna and flora of the forest and you respected him for it. It brought him a bit of comfort and reassurance on your true purpose.

He then started trusting you more and more and even started to enjoy your company to a certain extent.

He then offered you to stay with him and you didn't hesitate before accepting.

You had SO MUCH to learn from him afterall...

Michael :

You : "Boop. Got your nose."

Myers *trying very hard not to pull out his knife and stab you where you stand*

The first time you met Myers, he was needed someone to watch over his 'kids' (including Brahms, Jason, Five and Ester) while he was away to find a job.

You were the most...ANNOYING...babysitter in the world. But, he had no choice as every other babysitter had quit on sight of the 'kids' in question—especially Brahms.

So, he had to accept you.

Finally, after a couple of months...he had learnt to accept your presence, but didn't understand why you would be so excited around him.

You even insisted on reading when he was and helping him on cooking. Two of his favorite SOLO activities.

He finally decided to face you about your clearly weird behavior around him and didn't expect it when you answered with a large grin.

"Why Mr Myers...I am just such a BIG fan of yours."

He was renderer speechless, even though is mute.

Then, you leaned forward, as if to share a secret. But, when he bent forward, you booped him again.

Michael was surprised, but you were gone before he could as much as react.

He watched you intently as you hopped away and his eyes narrowed in slight worry.

That's when he noticed something....His knife was missing.

Brahms :

Brahms was thrilled when he realized that you were a fan of his. He didn't know why though ?

But, it didn't matter to Brahms. The only thing that mattered was that you liked him.

"You...fan of...Brahms ?", he asked before smiling from ear to ear. "Brahms...Brahms have fans ?!"

He was so excited and even though he had absolutely no idea how you found him or became a fan—he immediately invited you to stay with him.

You accepted and then started explaining that you had always wanted someone to play with. You knew you were too old for dolls, but you ha always wanted to play with someone.

And he couldn't have been happier to consider you a playmate.

You started playing together and Brahms could finally be himself around someone who understood him.

Brahms can be wary with strangers, but he is quick to befriend when the other person shows as much interest in him than him on them.

So, it wouldn't be too difficult to earn his trust, as long as you follow his rules.

Norman :

"Get away. Shoo. Shoo."

He would try to push you away.

Norman is the most famous slasher. The oldest. The most experienced. He perfectly knows that having fans isn't necessarily a good thing.

He had his fair share of psychos and paparazzi following his crimes over the years, some who even made it a personal challenge of theirs to hurt him.

They wanted to find out what made him tick, and some succeeded by pretending to be clients at the hotel and take an interest in his business.

He even wiped his hands after shaking yours on your first day.

He doesn't like having nosy people around, and even more those who make it their personal objective to unnerve or hurt him.

But, he quickly realized that you weren't like them.

You respected his business and even though he knew you to be a fan and a journalist, you never seemed to ask sensitive questions.

You were all "How are you's" and "How can I help". He was a little surprised at first, but quickly became used to your presence.

You weren't rude and even though you had inquired more than once an interview, you had never been insistant on it.

"Everything is going to be fine, Norman. I just want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth..."

Finally, he indulged as you had helped more than your fair share and when he sat down in front of you and squeezed his hand encouragingly—he had no choice but to believe in your sincerity.

Norman *sighs* : "Fine. My name is Norman Bates and I...I am the first slasher ever recorded in history. And, this is my story. My truth."

J and Arthur :

J laughed and Arthur frowned in incomprehension when they found you at their doorstep—asking to become their apprentice.

They both had very different feelings on the matter.

J was amused and took pleasure in carrying you around town while shooting and blowing stuff up.

Arthur on the other hand was wary at first and had asked you to stay behind and gave you a number of things to do in order to keep you safe.

J didn't bother about your safety and made it his personal duty to turn you into his personal Harley Quinn. So, he told you to disobey Arthur and made you follow them.

J *smirks before throwing you off an helicopter and jumping after you* : "CAREFUL ABOUT THE LANDING, AHAHAH !"

...Arthur was the one who jumped after the both of you with three parachutes.

"...Idiots.", he whispered to himself before rolling his eyes.

But, he still cackled as he fell behind the both of you.

J used the helicopter jump as proof of your sincerity and didn't need more.

However, Arthur...Arthur was worried because you were a fan of the Joker.

And Jokers never played fair...

Bo and Vincent Sinclair :

When Bo opened the door, he really wasn't expecting someone to actually be here to visit the wax museum.

It had been so long, he had completely forgotten about the flyers him and Lester had spread a while ago around the country.

But when you held out the slightly crumpled sheet in his face with stars in your eyes, he couldn't help the large grin that spread across his face.

"Well...Ain't that some lovely surprise ? A fan."

He tipped his head at you before sending you a cheeky wink.

"Came to visit our famous wax museum, huh ? Can't blame ya. It's to 'die for'."

Bo laughed and took a step back before calling for Vincent.

"Vincent ! Visitor !"

*Imagine that man walking towards you like that. My soul would leave my body*

Vincent came in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, his eyes widened in slight puzzlement.

He turned towards Bo quizzically who clicked his tongue and replied with a smile.

"We got someone real interested in your work. Thought you'd like to give them a tour ?"

Vincent stayed still for a few seconds before raising his hands to his mouth in glee. He then turned back towards you and seemed excited as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to run to the museum with you.

Bo watched the both of you with a mischievous grin and pushed the rifle he was hiding with the tip of his foot under the table.

He would have to deal with you later...

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #norman bates x reader #the joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year ago

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Hello hello :D

I wanted to request for a mini hc on how the M6 would react to MC making lame jokes :3 like the 'see you next year' jokes that some people do on 31st dec. And also, whenever someone wouldn't laugh at the joke, MC would make another lame joke while giggling to themselves because MC thinks they're funny.

Its a bit of a boring topic but i really found it entertaining when i thought about it

You can answer this request whenever you're free though! I'm sure you get tons of requests. Thank you! <33

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 when MC makes lame jokes

Julian: awkwardly laughs along the first few times because he doesn't want to make a bad impression. now he puts his head in his hands with a smile, because yeah, that's the person he's in love with

Asra: laughing along for two reasons: 1) they are genuinely awful jokes and they're in awe, 2) you're so precious when you laugh that they can't help it. Thinks it's even funnier when Faust picks it up

Nadia: facepalm. facepalm every time, with two exceptions. one is if you do this in front of a stuck up nobleman, and then she watches to see if they force a laugh. the other is if it's so bad it becomes funny

Muriel: never laughed at first even if it was a good joke. now he smiles because it's typical "you" behavior, and he loves you being yourself. repeated one to Asra once and then pretended it never happened

Portia: oh, she's got an arsenal of bad dad jokes saved up for a moment like this. you two are about to terrorize every friend you have once you get on a roll - Julian refuses to say "I'm __" statements now

Lucio: here's the thing - he makes bad jokes unironically. he laughs every single time and is genuinely surprised when someone doesn't share your sense of humor. Morga isn't mad, she's disappointed

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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blackdragoness · 1 year ago

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PICK-A-CARD READING

IF YOU WERE A DRUG, WHAT DRUG WOULD YOU BE?

WHY DO PEOPLE BECOME “ADDICTED” TO YOUR ENERGY?

Do you give off ALCOHOLIC vibes, CRACKHEAD energy, OR STONER vibes?

**THIS IS PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT** I am not calling any of you addicts. Its just a game to have fun so just enjoy it for what it is: ENTERTAINMENT. I am not a professional and the advice given is based off my own personal experience with these addictions. I share what helped me free myself from these vices but I strongly recommend speaking with a professional that can help you better. Without further ado....

LESSSKOOOO

PICK A CARD:

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PILE 1: ACE OF HEARTS

If you chose pile 1, the vice that best describes your personality is:

***STONER***

**** DISCLAIMER: I am not insinuating that you smoke alot of pot, even if that's true haha. I am not your doctor, pastor, therapist, parent, sibling, boss, the police, your parole officer, NONE OF THAT. So I dont care what you do on your own time. I am not condoning those actions either but at the same time, it’s your life and you can do whatever you want with it.****

Regardless of your personal choices, this is what it says about your personality:

Laid-back, chill AF – almost too laid back it can sometimes be mistaken for laziness – but at the same time, a lot of you reading this probably are lazy and already know that. Its not a roast, I’m just affirming what you already know LOL. Big couch potato energy. Very laxed. As contradictory as it sounds, this is actually why people become addicted to your energy. There isn’t a lot of people who have the chill factor that you have and being around you is like a break from the hustle and bustle of life.

The cool kid – the IT Boy/Girl. Everything you do is effortless

Iconic – does your own thing & known for not following the crowd

You guys have a mind of your own!

Unbothered – it is very hard to ruffle your feathers or get a reaction out of you. It is both an admirable and irritable trait depending on who you’re talking to. If not, you may just react to things very slowly and may find yourself hot and bothered after the fact

Very easy going and easy to talk to – you can chop it up with almost all personalities because you are very relatable and relaxed.

CLASS CLOWN VIBES - you may not take things too seriously and can find humor in anything! You say some funny shit man, and you aren’t even trying to be funny.

EFFORTLESS COMEDIAN.

Very witty and intelligent

You can hold a conversation with a variety of people. Whether its small talk or deep intellectual conversations.

People remember you for the conversations that they have with you and the energy that you bring to the conversation. You may not even realize the effect your words or energy have on people but it lingers on their mind and energy long after you have gone away. All a person needs is one “hit” of your energy.

Might be apart of the “woke” culture or many people would describe you as being “woke”

May be labeled an overthinker, borderline paranoid but also a very critical thinker. You may think about things that most people don’t think about. It may shock others how much you know about a variety of topics

Very grounded and rooted in whatever it is that you do.

Natural beauties and very natural bodies.

“LOVE CHILD”

Hippy vibes

You have a reputation for always being in a good mood and always being happy for no reason. Its very rare that you are in a bad mood. It doesn’t mean that you don’t have those days. You just know how to guard your emotions and only let a small number of trusted people see your vulnerable side.

Y’all are A VIBE. Periodt. Point. Blank.

You can vibe with a crowd AND you can vibe all on your own. You could be both introverted and extroverted depending on your mood. Sometimes you might be in a corner on your own doing your own thing, other times you’re mingling with a variety of different people. Just depends on your mood.

You probably have lots of conversations with your self all the time. People might think you’re a little weird for that but you might find it funny

Very unique and one of a kind

You might have your own distinct smell. Maybe you have a certain perfume/cologne that you use all the time that people know you for. OR maybe you just stink and smell like body odor. It can be either one of those two extremes LOL (Smokers LOVE the smell of weed, nonsmokers tend to strongly DESPISE the smell of weed so it goes both ways. Don’t shoot the messenger HAHA)

May have a love for music or be very musically inclined

Lyricist, journalist, writer/author - may be very good at articulating your thoughts and emotions but you may mumble or speak softly.

Every moment with you is a HIGH moment – by “high”, I mean when people see you, even if the interaction is short, its most often the HIGHlight of peoples day.

Everyones BUDdy

Wall FLOWER vibes

May be looked at as slightly ditzy

ADVICE:

Tap into your creativity more. This pile has the creative abilities, if improved and mastered, can be monetized on greatly.

Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there and to stand out.

If you struggle with overthinking, it means you aren’t taking enough action. Start moving and putting your amazing thoughts into action so you can manifest the life you dream about all the time. Mistakes are inevitable and part of the growing process so don’t be afraid to make mistakes or make a fool out of yourself. That’s how you learn. The longer you sit on your ideas, the easier it is for doubtful thoughts to creep in which in turn will stop you from taking any type of action. It is time to take action and slow down the voices in your head telling you that you aren’t enough.

Believe in yourself more and learn to love yourself for all your flaws. Your biggest critic and your biggest competition should always be yourself so build yourself up more. Quit the negative self talk. Critique yourself towards improvement but not to the point of giving up. You’re more than you give yourself credit for.

Be more comfortable speaking your mind in the moment instead of bottling everything up all the time. You only end up beating yourself up in the end and it slows down your progress.

If you are addicted to the drug, my advice is to take a break from it for a bit so you can start being active again in your own life. You don't have to quit cold turkey. Take it one day at a time but the wheels will start moving for you soon as you make that change. Too much of anything, even if it's good for you, can eventually start to work against you. But it's your life. If you can find that balance while still keeping it in your life, more power to ya! 😊

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MOVING ABOUT MY WAYS by Josh Wawa White

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PILE 2: ACE OF CLUBS

If you chose pile 2, the vice that best describes your personality is:

***ALCOHOLIC***

**** DISCLAIMER: I am not insinuating that you drink a lot of alcohol, even if that's true haha. I am not your doctor, pastor, therapist, parent, sibling, boss, the police, your parole officer, NONE OF THAT. So I don’t care what you do on your own time. I am not condoning those actions either but at the same time, it’s your life and you can do whatever you want with it.****

Regardless of your personal choices, this is what it says about your personality:

BIG GOOFBALL ENERGYYYY

Very energetic and MAFANA (pronounced “mah-fah-nah” meaning “heated” in the Tongan language). You might always be MAFANA and ready to do anything at any moment. Also you might literally be MAFANA in body temperature. Might have a warmer body temperature or may always be hot even in colder temperatures. May enjoy very hot showers as well.

Extremely physically attractive. Sexy and sultry type of aesthetic

Very seductive mannerisms and voice

Very spontaneous and slightly chaotic

You might speak in slang a lot – doesn’t matter the slang, but you have your own way of speaking

People would probably describe you as being very bold and confident. You aren’t afraid to say what’s on your mind and you don’t care who hears.

True to yourself

Very genuine and authentic in all your interactions

You’re probably sociable and outgoing

Extremely outgoing – very rarely are you ever alone. You always have a crowd of people surrounding you or with you.

You have your own unique sense of style and fashion taste. People know and recognize you for your fashion sense. It’s just very……YOU.

Brutally honest but honest nonetheless – people may avoid you because of how honest you can be. But people know when they really need an honest opinion, you are the first person to come to mind.

People may describe you as having multiple personalities. It can be both a good thing or a bad thing depending on who you are talking to. One things for sure, getting to know you is NEVER a bore.

Never a dull moment when you are around

LIFE OF THE PARTY

You are the person everyone hopes to see at an event or a party because they know it will be a fun time if you are around.

Very confident – ALPHA vibes – BOSS energy

You may be everyone’s “go-to” person when they need to vent or get things off their chest. Interacting with you is like a glass of wine at the end of a really rough day. If it was a really tough day, you’re more like 3 shots of Henney instead of wine, lets be honest.

You have a “numbing” effect on people – interacting with you is like nothing else matters but the present moment. You’re a very rare type of person

You are the person to impress! Every room you walk into and every person you interact with, you are the center of attention & people will do anything to get your attention praise, & validation.

Not only are you the person to impress, you are also a very impressive person. You impress through your looks, your skills, your intellect, etc – ALL AROUND impressive

You are very expressive, blunt, and outspoken. You say whatever is at the top of your mind and react to everything based off of your emotions in the moment.

May at times be very moody

Night owls

Kareoke King/Queen

Shameless

No one ever knows what to expect with you. You keep everyone on their toes

Maybe a bit clumsy and silly but thats why people love your energy. Its giving "overgrown child" vibes and its refreshing.

You help heal alot of peoples inner child just by being yourself. You bring that young vibe to any occasion.

ADVICE:

Take more time for yourself and away from the noise and the audience. I sense that you don’t enjoy being alone because that is when the dark thoughts creep in. Maybe you dislike feeling lonely. Get more comfortable with being on your own and in your own energy. Sort out those dark thoughts. Try to figure out where the darkness originated from and learn to heal it. It will improve your social interactions greatly.

Learn to enjoy silence. A lot of positive ideas, peace, and self discovery can be found in the silence.

Your greatest strength is your outspokenness. However, by remaining silent, you can avoid a lot of regret for yourself. You can also learn a lot about others simply by listening and remaining silent. Stay outspoken, but add silence into your personality every now and then to bring more balance to your character

SLOW DOWN - in all areas! Speak slower, walk slower, think slower, react slower, develop relationships slower, etc. You may start many things very quickly and burn out just as fast. Learn to pace yourself and develop your mental/physical stamina

If you are addicted to the alcohol, my advice would be to find a healthier hobby to substitute that vice. Exercise helps with regulating your emotions as well as a healthy eating plan. Get more sleep and start journaling. Having an outlet to really pour out your emotions will keep you from pouring another cup. Take it one day at a time, but the wheels will start rolling for you once you make that change. But it's your life, do as you please! If you can find that balance in your life, more power to ya!

CHANNELED SONGS: ALCOHOLIC by COMMON KINGS

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PILE 3: ACE OF DIAMONDS

If you chose pile 1, the vice that best describes your personality is:

***CRACKHEAD***

**** DISCLAIMER: I am not insinuating that you’re a meth/coke head, even if that's true haha. I am not your doctor, pastor, therapist, parent, sibling, boss, the police, your parole officer, NONE OF THAT. So I dont care what you do on your own time. I am not condoning those actions either but its your life and you can do whatever you want with it.****

Regardless of your personal choices, this is what it says about your personality:

The most energetic of all the piles

CEO/Supervisor energy

Very focused and determined to accomplish anything you set your mind to. You are willing to start things over as many times as you need until you get it right.

You may have an addictive personality but also others may find your personality very addicting as well. Once someone has tasted your energy, its very hard to shake you.

People may become very obsessed with you. You circle peoples minds multiple times a day. They just cant figure you out. You may also be very obsessive and possessive yourself.

FOCUSED. FOCUSED. FOCUSED, Extremely focused individuals. Your focus is probably your most admirable trait.

As focused as you are, you are also probably a very great multitasker

Entrepreneurs or entrepreneurs in the making. You may be very business minded

You are usually always 10 steps ahead of the game. You see all sides and make very calculated moves based off of your observations.

Very observant individuals. You probably notice and remember the tiniest details about people and you know how to make people feel really special in every interaction with you. People don’t expect you to remember certain things they’ve mentioned or worn, but when you bring it up to them long after the fact, you really make people feel SEEN & HEARD. This makes you more trustworthy in their eyes.

May be accused of being narcissistic but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You may have been a victim to narcissistic abuse in the past so you’ve learned the ins and outs of all the mind games being played. So when someone uses a mind game on you, you flip it back on them and then they have the audacity to call YOU the narcissist. It has become your tool for self defense but also agitates those on the receiving end of your narcissism. To put it into perspective, most super heros and world leaders are narcissistic because they need to be. If not, they would get chewed up and spit out by the world and wouldn’t last a day in their position. If they wanna call you a narcissist because you refuse to adopt their mindset or their perspective, then so be it! Accept the title and keep it pushing. Remain true to yourself.

Very self-reliant and reliable. You conquer every task and assignment thrown at you and you do an amazing job at it in a very time efficient manner. People may try to discredit you or say you couldn’t have done it all by yourself but the proof is in the pudding darling. In reality, these folks are just projecting their own insecurities on to you because we all know, if they were in your position, there is no way they could have done that on their own. No one can deny your workmanship because you prove it time and time again.

Lone wolf vibes. You may not have many friends or you may not be open to inviting new people into your circle. “NO NEW FRIENDS” vibes

You probably have a sturdy set of friends and you’ve known them for a long time.

Very secretive and private. You may enjoy your privacy and may tend to keep a lot of your life hidden from the public eye.

Very protective of your energy and your space.

May have a lot of people who constantly have an opinion on your life. You do a great job at blocking them and their noise out of the way and continuing to push along.

STRONG STAMINA – yall can last for a lonnnngggg time (however you interpret that LOL)

Great debater – if someone wants to come at you sideways, they better come prepared with their arguments because going against you isn’t easy. You know yourself, you know your facts and you know what happened. Barely nothing gets past you.

Out of all the piles, this pile has the most haters. I don’t know why and neither do you. You must be someone of significance to have this many haters. You represent PRESSURE and people feel that energy as soon as you walk into the room. This is a compliment for you but a threat to your haters. No one wants to feel pressured to improve. You don’t try to apply pressure. You just ARE pressure.

You cant be tamed. Very hard to lock down and hard to pin down.

Unbeatable

Invincible

Immunity

Misjudged and misunderstood but never stops remaining true to yourself. Let the haters do their thing but keep doing you booboo.

Diamond in the rough

Might wear a lot of jewelry or you should wear more jewelry but this is something people notice about you. Maybe you have tons of jewelry or you have a piece of jewelry that people remember you for. If not, I suggest wearing more jewelry because it looks great on you.

ADVICE

Learn to handle the pressure that comes your way. You attract what you put out there and unfortunately, this is one of those things that is out of your control. People feel pressured when you are around therefore, you may feel as though pressure is constantly being applied to you. Don’t sweat it. These experiences are to show you how strong your character truly is but you must remain true to who you are if you want it to work in your favor.

Its okay to be more open and available to others. You can still maintain your strong boundaries but you don’t have to shut the entire world out. Remain open!

Keeping an open mind may also be helpful for you. Not everything will play out the way you envisioned it in your brain so keep an open mind so you can solve your problems as they arise.

Take some time to relax. You give off very strong workaholic vibes and sometimes you can overwork yourself to exhaustion. Give your body the rest it needs through sleep. Remember to eat throughout the day and fill your body up with the nutrients it needs to keep you going and alert for your various tasks. Go outside and enjoy the outdoors. Take time to care for yourself.

Learn to lighten up a little. Your laser focus can sometimes make you too serious to be around. Laugh a little. Smile more. Let loose. Enjoy the life in front of you. Balance out your work and play and you’ll find your life is more enjoyable that way.

If you are addicted to the drug, my advice would be to invest in yourself more. You won't have the money to spend on drugs if you throw your money into something that will benefit you more in the long run. Take a class to build on a skill you already have, sign up for a committee, give yourself responsibility and bring purpose back into your life. But start small. Learn to depend on yourself and hold yourself up before trying to overextend yourself for others. Too much responsibility is probably what got you to this point or maybe it was the lack thereof. Whatever the case be, you need to love on yourself more & know that you are more than enough. The wheels will start moving for you once you make that change and the clarity that follows will bring you immense joy.

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onyourowndaisymae · 2 years ago

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Yoo I have two request which I’ll send the other one separately but I am in an ANGSTY mood rn sooo yah also been binging ur headcanons and stuffs and I just love the way you write ?? It’s so entertaining lol

AnywY the actual request: can you write like a one shot or headcanons if you prefer of mc who is struggling after the belphie incident ?? Like they feel like they’ve mostly forgiven him and can act normally around him and they’re friends and take naps together but sometimes the flash back just HITS THEM and they have nightmares and panic attacks that can be so bad sometimes someone needs to get Simeon to calm them down. Maybe something of how the brothers react/treat mc and belphie? Idk I’m just thirsting for like MEGA ANGST rn bc my dad made me cry little bit lmao 😭

it comes at night

hello anon! i'm terribly sorry you're in such an angsty mood, though i thank you for all the love-- and for sending this request right as these ideas were on the front of my mind. it genuinely makes me so happy to see people enjoying my work, and it makes all the writer's block and such worth it. i cannot express enough how much i love seeing all the comments, reblogs, etc. as people engage with my work.

anyways. i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, especially with how LONG it ended up being, but maybe that's just my mushy brain talking after looking at it too long. regardless-- i hope you enjoy (well, y'know, in like a sad and angsty way).

synopsis: you thought you would be able to move on like all the others. your body was healed, your anxiety tucked neatly behind a mental wall built to keep you safe. yet something in you was stuck. you couldn't just move on. you were trapped in a battle between your friendship with belphegor and the fear gnawing at your brain as you remembered what exactly he did to you. when the dam finally breaks, your whole brain floods with terror, until you're swept away with it. nobody can save you now.

genre: angst, no happy end, just a big ol spoonful of sadness

word count: ~3.1k

content warnings: chapter 16 spoilers, graphic(?) discussions of death, depictions of panic attacks, nightmares, mc progressively getting worse from fear + lack of sleep

it's funny how time works.

you'd been around your fair share of years. you’d grown, you’d changed, you’d spent your entire life looking toward the future you had planned. then you, a mere human, were yanked into an unfamiliar world. you spent an entire year in the devildom– a year that simultaneously dragged on and flew by– and came out the other side a new person. a single year in the devildom has changed you more than the human realm has your entire life. time was a mischievous thing, always leaving you chasing behind in a fruitless pursuit of something you’ll never quite understand.

but, she also brings blessings with her. they say that time heals all wounds. you've always agreed with that sentiment. scraped knees and adolescent broken hearts are swept away with the passing days, trailing further and further behind you until one day you forget to look back and remember them. the pain scribbled down on diary pages or cried into pillow cases no longer stings like a fresh burn. these things are nothing but scars now. time has a special way of patching you up, of rubbing your back until the tears clear up and you can finally see again. that is how it's always been.

where is time when you need it?

she hasn't quite abandoned you, this much is true. cuts and bruises heal over the passing days. your hair and nails still grow. your body still changes, slowly but surely, marching onwards week after week. yet your mind is trapped in stasis. you struggle to break free, but at times the rot consumes you whole, until you’re crying under the covers and begging from respite from the memories.

on the worst nights, you find yourself in the attic again, watching the door between you and belphegor swing open. you watch yourself march towards death.

you can still feel his hands around your neck, digging his claws into your fragile human skin like you're made of sand. the scent of blood-- your own blood, on the floors, on the walls, leaking from your torso and staining your clothes a permanent maroon-- still clings to the inside of your nose. even your wildest dreams could not erase the sight of his smug grin, the way his eyes lit up looking at your battered body.

no one person should have to carry the weight of realizing they're going to die. that's what you thought about when your body hit the bottom of the stairs, when belphegor tossed you down from the attic with a harsh laugh and punted your limp body into the entrance hall. you thought about how unfair this all was. you were just trying to help. you thought you were doing the right thing.

one of the worst parts of your untimely demise was watching the others react. the voices pool together in your head, like the colors of the rainbow twisting together on the surface of an oil spill. asmo's panicked shriek blends into satan's angry shouts, desperate to understand what's going on. lucifer's yelling almost drowns out the fearful cries coming from levi, held back by a very silent beel.

but above all of that, you remember mammon. your first man, the first demon who took a chance on the defenseless little human, rushing to your side and gathering you in his arms like you were about to break. his hand on the side of your face, the tears streaming down his face, the shaky, desperate voice assuring you that you'll be okay and begging you to hang on, okay? please don't leave me. you can't remember if he was shaking or if it was your body's last ditch effort to stay conscious-- maybe both. your trembling fingers intertwined with his. words came out of your mouth, and you're not sure what exactly you said, but he only cried harder in response.

and then, as your eyes shut for the final time, you woke at the bottom of the attic stairs. you had cheated death.

your price? you had to carry the memories.

the world kept spinning. days passed in the devildom. you returned to school, kept on top of your homework, spent your days in the house of lamentation alongside the seven demon brothers. you even got to know belphegor as he navigated his return home. he quickly grew fond of you. that, in and of itself, was jarring. but you returned each and every smile with one of your own. his actions were rooted in his own grief for his sister, you knew, and for that you could not fault him. you helped him repair the severed relationships between him and his elder siblings, stitching the family back together like a prized quilt until the seams of betrayal were sufficiently hidden.

time is a traitorous bitch. why did she choose now to leave your wounds bare and bleeding?

everyone moved on but you. everyone got to wake up in the mornings without a nagging anxiety holding them back. the others could hang out with belphegor day in and day out without a growing feeling of dread popping up when you think you're safe.

he killed you. he was grieving. your blood drenched the entryway floors as he laughed. he has grown. you watched the light leave mammon's eyes as you slipped away. belphie has been nothing but kind to you since that day. you fucking died.

you wish your mind could pick a side. did you forgive him, or did you resent him? was he your friend, or your killer? these answers evaded you in the dead of night as you struggled to sleep again. it was becoming more common for you to lose hours of rest to these nagging fears. who are you? are you even you anymore? did the switch in timelines scatter your atoms across countless universes, leaving the you that looks back at you in the mirror nothing more than a hollow shell?

you thought that you could keep your mind on a tight leash, keep your cards close to your chest as you continued to live with the brothers. you were wrong.

the first meltdown came during a nap with belphie. you had grown to trust him-- you thought you trusted him-- enough to sleep around him. he'd coax you every so often into an afternoon nap. always in the light of day, always your choice. and for many afternoons, you were perfectly content with this arrangement. belphie was warm and cuddly, a perfect companion for a lazy afternoon. he had this way of making you feel safe as you slept-- the nightmares couldn't come when he was snuggled up next to you, when you were sure his actions were ones of affection and not another trick to gain your trust.

one afternoon, while the sun was beginning to set, you stirred under the warmth of the blankets. the body next to yours lingered close, steady breaths lulling you back to dreamland. you could stay like this forever, you thought.

and then you felt it. the gentle graze of a familiar cow tail against your skin.

something inside of you, a dam you didn't even know was there, snapped. a hot flash of panic rose up your throat as your whole body jerked away from the feeling. your eyes shot open and you found yourself in the last place you needed to be right now: the attic. you pulled yourself out of bed before your brain could catch up. colors flashed across your vision as a consequence. you whipped around, disoriented and upset, and spotted a sleeping belphie in the bed where you once were.

a sleeping, demon belphie.

the familiar curve of his horns made your throat spasm as you tried to breathe. the colors flashed in your vision again-- oh god, what a terrible time to be left defenseless-- as your brain tried to drag you back to that day. you could practically see his face shift from relief to malicious, insidious joy as he began to attack you.

"hehe... does it hurt? finding it hard to breathe? i'm sure it must be very unpleasant."

please. please no.

" i have to say, seeing a human face twisted in pain like this... why, it's so much fun that i can barely stand it! i... i can't contain the laughter!"

you weren't quite sure when you hit the ground, but it was loud enough to wake belphegor from his slumber. he peeled his body off the mattress, slow and dazed, as he looked for you.

"mc? what're you... what's going on?"

please don't. this can't be happening.

your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own panic. you gasped-- once, twice, as your vision went in and out. were you bleeding? your hand loosely brushed at the front of your clothes, but couldn't process whether that was blood or your vivid imagination. were you even breathing? your head felt light and heavy at the same time. the wires in your brain were all crossed, sending both resuscitation and shutdown signals to each part of your body. this feeling... this was too familiar.

were you dying?

"mc, what's going on?"

you came face to face with belphegor. your friend, your killer. the demon who had lured you up to this very attic to kill you, now gripping your shoulders as interrogated you inches from your face.

you screamed. you screamed until your brain shut off completely, leaving you in an inky pit of darkness as your consciousness slipped away.

the house was in disarray for several days. apparently, lucifer came in shortly after you passed out, mammon at his heels, to save the day. you woke up later in his bed, the room cold and empty, with a throbbing head and a tear stained pillow. you stumbled out into his office to find him at his desk, lost in some paperwork like always. the solemn look he gave you as your eyes met told you everything you needed to know.

from this day forth, your fear was now your constant companion.

nobody in the house of lamentation knew how to move forward. not you, not the brothers, not the widening gap growing between you all with each passing day spent in emotional limbo. finally, lucifer called everyone to a family meeting where, over the course of an hour or two, everyone came to an agreement to acknowledge what had happened and why, promised to be mindful of this trauma that you're carrying, and move forward like you requested.

silent days slowly but surely filled back up with laughter again. the brothers came back to your side at their own pace-- asmo first, within a matter of hours, then mammon shortly after, then the others in the following days.

belphegor was the last to come around. his silence spoke volumes about his guilt. he had no clue how to comfort you. he'd do anything to repent for his actions. yet that was the way that life worked, didn't it? some actions simply cannot be undone.

but you didn't let that stop you. despite the panic that closed your throat every time you saw him for the next month, you slowly earned his friendship again. you assured him that the attic incident was a one time thing, the remnants of a lost nightmare blending into your consciousness as you awoke.

until it wasn't a one time thing.

the nightmares crept up on you. the first one happened, of course, that same night, as you thrashed and wept into lucifer's pillows. then a week later, another. a week and a half after that, another. the frequency eventually became higher and higher, until you started planning your sleep schedule (or lack thereof) around your new insomniac tendencies. but even you couldn't manage to stay awake forever.

on a bad night, you'd wake up in tears, crying weakly to yourself as you tried to coax yourself back to bed. on worse nights, you'd shoot up out of bed, limbs tingling in fear, opting to spend the rest of the night in the common room until the others woke for the day. on the worst night, you finally broke. you shattered worse than you could have imagined.

you finally collapsed into bed, body shutting down after a three days of minimal sleep. you were starting to get shaky from the lack of rest, and your lack of appetite was upsetting the others. you crawled under the covers and let your brain slip out of your hands and off to dreamland.

what a fool you were to think you'd get by without nightmares.

visions of demonic teeth tearing at your flesh filled your head. you tried to run away, tried desperately to wake yourself up, but their claws sunk into your flesh. the pain was vivid, was real. memories of your death lived underneath your skin, ready to resurface in the dark of night when there was no escape. you fought back as best you could, kicking and screaming and trying to run, but you were no match for the supernatural strength of your demons. you eventually gave in, an act of learned helplessness, and surrendered yourself to your worst nightmares.

you woke up choking on your own tears. heaving, gasping breaths tried to save you, mixing with coughs as your body struggled to hang on. the tears finally gave way to the memories-- hot blood dripping from your torso, screaming faces begging you to stay, your head going fuzzy as your vision followed--and your screams escaped without a fight.

a mixed cacophony of voices came flooding in the room. you'd be touched by the gesture, seeking comfort in the arms of your dearest friends, if your brain hadn't reminded you that they were demons as well. nightmarish beasts with fangs and claws, predators built to rip your soft flesh from your bones and leave you to die like roadkill.

you felt a hand on your shoulder. who's was it? you could not tell. your first and only instinct was to scream for mercy, hot tears streaming down your face as mammon's hurt expression moved back out of your line of sight. your chest heaved with effort. it felt like your whole body was caving in on itself. you didn't even realize you were shaking as you curled your body into a ball. your side hit the mattress with a pathetic thud and you wept, bitter and fearful, as a panic attack kept you trapped in its grip.

you don't know how long you stayed curled up like that, wordless cries echoing from your room and into the hallway, but eventually the sound of approaching footsteps caught enough of your attention to forget the panic, even if just for a moment.

"hey, it's okay," a familiar, comforting voice approached, cutting through the fear like a moonlight on a stormy night. "mc, it's me, it's simeon. it's going to be okay."

you felt the bed shift under the weight of someone sitting down, and you blindly threw your body at the person before checking to see if it was really him. it took you a few moments to raise your head, and when you did, you saw him: simeon, your angel, blue eyes full of worry as he met your gaze.

you cried in his arms until you fell into a fitful, dreamless sleep.

the next morning was miserable, to say the least. breakfast was tense. they all watched you like a hawk, like you were a powder keg about to explode with one wrong move. you couldn't blame them. you were afraid of your own emotions, and on some level, you were afraid of them. your trauma was making you afraid of the very people you cared about the most. these brothers had welcomed you into their home, took care of you as you adjusted to life in the devildom, and yet you couldn't hold eye contact without breaking in to a cold sweat.

the only person who did not watch you was belphegor. he was nowhere to be found during breakfast, nor dinner, nor breakfast the following day. you tried to seek him out, but somehow the avatar of sloth had become a skilled sneak in his silence.

you finally caught him alone on day four of radio silence. you both had stayed home without realizing the other had also skipped school that day-- you, from the lack of sleep eating at your brain, and belphegor, with his usual routine of missing class to nap at the house of lamentation. he was curled up on the couch in the common room, basking in the warmth of the fireplace in his slumber. you decided to wait for him to wake up. you sat down on the couch opposite of the one where he rested and watched him, quietly, like he'd disappear if you dared to blink.

creepy? yes. but your brain was long ruined by sleep deprivation and gnawing anxiety to worry about such trivial things.

when he finally stirred, you gently called belphegor's name. he took a moment to finally look at the source of the voice, but when he did, his body froze as the two of you made eye contact. a few moments passed in silence. finally, he sat up and began to make a move to leave.

"wait."

he stopped, but his gaze did not meet yours. you rose from your seat and joined him on the couch. the youngest pulled his legs in, twisting his body into a defensive little ball, and countered your next sentence before you could even open your mouth.

"you shouldn't be here with me."

"i think i'm old enough to make decisions for myself."

he shifted uncomfortably in the silence. you spoke again.

"i miss you. and i'm sorry."

he scoffed to himself and stared at the fireplace. "don't know why you think you should be apologizing to me. i'm the one that's the problem."

"you're not a problem, belphie. i never meant to make you feel like one."

every hair on your body stood on end. your hands trembled against your wishes, so you sat on them to stay focused. you had to do this. you had to keep moving forward.

"i hurt you, mc. you're afraid i'm going to do it again."

you sighed-- it came out more shaky than you would have liked-- and looked down. how had it come to this? how had someone you'd grown to hold so dear become a stranger again?

"i don't want to stop being friends. i don't like when you avoid me."

"you still get nightmares, don't you?"

you pause. his icy gaze on the side of your head sent you into a cold sweat.

you smiled-- it felt more like a grimace, personally-- and prayed it didn't come across insincere. your fingers carefully intertwined with his. he met your gaze. you were thankful he couldn't see the way your chest tightened when you made eye contact.

"i'm okay, belphie," you lied.

this fear was going to be the death of you.

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 1 month ago

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...okay but, how funny would it be to see a Hazbin Hotel vs Supernatural crossover fic

Neither side is killable, permanently, for different reasons

Lucifer making a 'seriously, this guy?' gesture between Castiel and Dean

Pissing off overlords by trying salt and holy water on them. It hurts, but not enough to stop them from retaliating, lmao

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Charlie trying to redeem/negotiate with them for a non-violent solution/compromise as she (with the help of Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Alastor and her father) persistently side-steps, ducks, dodges and is blantantly portalled/shadowed out of the way of their fists, blades and bullets.

"Charlie, get away from them, I think they might be rabid... hunters aren't usually this persistent when they fall into Hell." Lucifer cautions, grabbing her through a portal and yanking her to the other side of the room. His still smiling daughter's expression tightens with determination as she strides back over.

Angel yanks her to the side to dodge a spray of bullets.

"Toots, c'mon, you can't be serious... they're tryin' t'kill us!" he bemoans, using all four hands to try and keep her behind the couch. Losing focus briefly to snatch at the giggling red blur that ran past on her way to annihilation (though Niffty would say her goal was to Meet the Bad Boys)...

Charlie slips free and pops back out, hands outstretched in welcome. "Hello, I thought maybe you didn't hear me before but I'm Charlie! This is my Hotel, and it's lovely to meet you... I know sometimes the fall in can be a bit traumatic and people react..." she bites her cheek trying to think of a good way to phrase it, "...not great. But it's okay! You're safe here in these walls."

"Babe, look out!" Vaggie tackles her and throws her wings up in a shield as holy water splashes across them. It burns, but not as badly as it would have to Charlie... she'd never let these bastards hurt her morningstar.

Red flickers in Charlie's eyes as she takes in the pain in Vaggie's expression. She cups the ex-orcist's cheek, warring with her instinctive need to murder the men, and did a few quick breaths.

There was a slicing, gagging noise as something whipped by overhead. When Vaggie's sizzling wings unfurled, Husk was hurling cards at the hunters, aiming anywhere that had a sliver of flesh free. It was a testament to his restraint that the avian feline wasn't using his explosive dice.

But Charlie stood by her No Explosive Ordinance in the hotel rule, except in times of war. And this? Was nothing compared to an extermination... and besides, she knows new sinners can be... confused, frightened and lash out.

Then her dad is there, his hands fall to Vaggie's wings, pulsing soft gold light across the feathers to remove the traces of the holy water, and healing what was damaged. There were now patches in those lovely wings where the feathers would grow back, but-... No, no she needs to take a deep breath and not kill them.

Angel is just about caging Niffty in his arms to prevent her eager attentions on the men.

"Oh, I see we accquired guests while I was out... how... intriguing." Alastor says, materialising close enough for his tendrils to curl about two human throats and lift them from the floor. One can't be too offensive with their weaponry when one is choking to death, ha hah!

"Wait, Al, don't hurt them they're just scared new sinners! I was trying to calm them down!" Charlie surges to her feet, Vaggie slipping into her father's arms as he helped the other ex-angel upright. She waves dramatically at the hotelier in the hopes he might pop them back down on the floor so they could peacefully resolve this.

Alastor blinks at her, his menacing expression showing genuine confusion from behind the ever-present smile. His head tilts sickeningly. "My dear... are you under the impression that these two are not, in fact, still alive and somehow down in the Pit with us? Because I'm afraid I have some rather entertaining news otherwise."

That drew her up short, and she really took a moment to look at the men who had crashed into the hotel gardens a few minutes before. Okay, in her defence, sometimes sinners looked nothing like human when they landed... and other times, they looked almost too-human. She'd never even registered the visual cues, having been so excited and concerned about counselling new souls who might be revisting death trauma.

Second chances starting from the moment they arrived, what better chance at redemption? Later, she might feel guilty about putting her agenda first over their mental health and wellbeing needs, but until then... she can push it down into a tidy ball of confusing emotions that sat neatly shelved in her heart. Right next to the fear her mother would never call back and the crushing weight of feeling she abandoned her father in a time of need.

Hah, take that anxiety! She had a SYSTEM for managing her worries and it made her so exceptionally mindful and well-adjusted!

"Hey, put us dah-argh-down y-you techno-freak..." choked the shorter of the two, using a blade to hack at the tendril around his throat. Alastor's expression deepened into dislike at the sensation, and decided perhaps Charlie would forgive him eating a live human just this one time...

"Whyever would I do that, my good man? From what I can surmise in but a brief glance, it appears that you burst into our fine establishment and injured several of my colleagues, when all it appears they were doing was trying to help you..." he seemed to consider something Niffty was saying in her giggling high-pitch. "And apparently, either murder or sleep with you... in the case of my dear little Niffty. It is in your interest to work with us here to work out whatever is happening here and-..."

Microphone static blasted through the air as the taller one managed to complete the majority of an exorcism under his breath. Though, given that Alastor was already very much in Hell, the spell didn't really know what to do except force his form to glitch as runes spiralled for a moment. It did have the effect of the pair being inadvertently released.

"That... was exceptionally rude." Alastor growled, antlers branching, but they paused as Charlie stepped in between them, his focus falling to the fact she was in the direct line of threat. Even had it not been written into his deal, he would protect this infuriating little princess from herself and her bleeding heart because of the entertainment she brought him... and if that coincided with a burgeoning sense of not-distaste he felt for all the hotel members, well, so be it.

She was breathing hard, flickers of her horns and tail appearing as she tried to maintain calm in the face of her friends being under fire and two of them being actively injured by these... human men who were in hell somehow?

With a deep breath, she exhaled the rage. Her expression falling into her open smile, just like Al had said, disarming and a cheery show of good faith as the other emotions brewed violently beneath.

"Okay, let's try this again. My name is Charlie, and I'm sorry that this has happened to you, I'm sure it's very confusing and frightening to find yourselves in Hell as living humans. We... don't really have any sort of precedent for this kind of thing... so we'll need you to work with us to fix this."

"Cute, but we're not buying that schtick, princess rainbows. Last time we trusted a demon, a lot of people died... including her. So let's cut the shit and be real here, we've killed a lot of your kind over the years, so whatever freaky bullshit quirks you lot got going on? Bring 'em. We're going to end you anyway."

"De-... uh, hey look, maybe they could... help? I don't think this is... the right place." said the taller one, who seemed to be slightly less cynical as he gazed at Charlie's expression.

"Sa-... hey, don't you start that again. Look what happened with Ruby, and Crowley, and the vampires and the werewolves, and all the others up there we tried to partner with. You wanna go cuddle up with the possessed doll over there or... the radio wendigo thing I'm staring down? Be my guest. Cas'll just put whatever's left back together."

"You make a good point, but... you also sound like Dad. Just... think on it, maybe."

"Sa-... man, you'd best be shutting the fuck up and getting out the Thing in the next three seconds or I will blast you full of rock salt."

"Kinky!" Angel slaps a free hand over his own mouth, silently cursing himself.

That threw the shorter one off a bit. "What?"

"Hah, just ignore Angel he's a... character! Just trying to lighten the mood a little because everyone's super tense. And, let me be clear, if you ever hurt someone here again, I will not be so welcoming... you just threw the equivalent of acid on my girlfriend, so I'm sure you understand that I'm feeling a little tense."

"Yeah, well have you considered that all of you are six foot plus with weapons and some sort of anime bullshit level magic, so it's fair to assume that you don't have good intentions? And in our line of work, someone always gets torn apart screaming with those kinds of odds." 'De-' snarls in her direction. He's clearly sizing them up, working out where they can go from here, angling himself between them and the taller man behind him.

"Do you really think that gun blazing is the best strategy in hell? Why, you and your lovely... I'm assuming younger and taller, brother, must have experience with the supernatural to be so very assured of your victory. Or did you intend to go out guns blazing?" Alastor asks, subtly pooling his shadow at Charlie's feet in case she needs a quick exit.

Vaggie is on her feet and moving slowly towards them, her spear to hand, trying to provide protection but not provoke any... stupid reactions. Armed men with twitchy little hands are always a threat; even if their weaponry won't kill permanently.

"Anything to rid the universe of a few more supernatural nightmares." the shorter one shrugs, nonchalant despite the fact he's holding a shotgun at the Princess of hell herself. The taller one's expression is slightly conflicted, but in an instant, it hardens. Whatever the pair have lived through, it shows in how quickly the brothers collaborate in a tight space.

"Sorry, I'm sure you're all... great... and if we hadn't been screwed over a dozen times already, we'd try to partner up and go full scooby-doo on this mystery. But," the taller one shrugged, revealing a fist full of Something a split-second before he hurled it. "You don't live this long as a Hunter if you're not a paranoid, ruthless bastard sometimes."

Granules of blessed salt just barely graze Charlie's skin before she hurtles downwards into a dark void, only to tumble out and land on top of Vaggie a few feet away. The pair rolling away across the floor from the momentum. Alastor shadow-stepped away swiftly, but not fast enough to prevent parts of his suit and skin from sizzling.

He throws a pointed glance at Charlie. "Now may I eat them?" he says in a too-jovial voice, the radio filter hiding all but the barest hint of a strain. "I think I shall marinate them in cursed spices, just for a hint of ironic seasoning."

"Nooooooo, nope. I think we could get through to them, they-..." she gasps as a sharp bang echoes, and the small shadow shield is torn apart by scatter-shot rocksalt, embedding in her skin, as well as that of anyone in her vicinity.

Lucifer's wings shield them from the next blast, as the taller one starts his odd chant again. Alastor and Lucifer appear to be losing their temper, if her dad's horns and the sudden army of shadow poppets swarming the Hunters is anything to go by.

"...is anyone I actually care about injured?" Lucifer asks, looking over Charlotte with desperate eyes, seeking the traces of blood spattered on her form and finding minor wounds. It hadn't hit her with full force... but it Burned wherever it toucher.

Almost as bad as angelic steel. Charlie bit back a number of choice curse words as she felt angelic magic wash over her in waves, brushing off the residual and closing the injuries.

Dad hadn't had to try so much healing in one day since the... since the Battle. She didn't think he'd slept this week either, so that probably wasn't good for him to be overexerting himself like this. Could an ex-seraphim be hurt by rocksalt or whatever made the other granules blessed?

His wings sparkled with it.

Vaggie tried to brush the King off, insisting it was simply a little uncomfortable, she was fine. He repeated his actions with her, anyway.

Charlie was mentally calculating how they could get through to these men... or if she might have to just let her hotelier and weird sort of parentish figure eat them, and call it a night... when Angel cried out.

"Niff, NO!"

Husk made a grab for her, but she was beelining right for the salt, intent on cleaning it up. Poppets changed route to intercede her as Alastor's eyes went full radio dial, body partially elongating so he could snatch her up before anyone took a shot.

She was, at least, ensconced in a large hand when a rather odd angelic light blasted into the foyer and sent pain radiating through the bodies and charred retinas of all present.

"Please refrain from touching the humans under my protection." said a very unsual voice, it was slightly too clipped, as if it had all the right intonations available but hadn't yet worked out how they were used. "I am not afraid to force-bless someone into purgatory... and you would not like it there, I assure you."

Lucifer, the only one not affected, moved to the forefront of the group and stretched out his wings to blot the light from those he could. Angel was shielded by the couch, Husk yanked down beside him as the feline's furr began to singe.

Vaggie and Charlie tucked behind Lucifer's grandiose figure, and a shrinking Alastor found himself next to them with a stunned Niffty in his arms. Pupil a pinprick and body dormant.

Charlie's eyes went wide in panic, reaching out a hand, but he caught it before she made contact and shook his head. "She will be alright, this... happens sometimes, when something frightens her."

Vaggie seems at a loss of where to go from here, the light... felt wrong. It was from Heaven, but not... like any she knew. It didn't feel like their Heaven, it was... not a cheap imitation, but like going for another brand of the same cordial. The... taste was off.

Lucifer must have noticed, too. But all the sinners could do is wait in his literal shadow as the light began to dwindle to nothing.

Niffty curled into a ball, arms around Alastor's throat, and it was a testament to their bond that the overlord didn't fling her clear across the room for invading his space. Although, he did take care to ensure she was not touching anywhere still dusted with salt.

Angel was staring intently at Niffty, clearly worried and anxious for the 'crazy broad' as he liked to refer to her. They had a weird sibling dynamic going on, and it must have been positive ennough that Alastor had yet to interfere in such a matter.

Charlie had taken to assuming it was a sign of burgeoning camaraderie in he hotel, and trust forming. Even if unsaid.

Niffty twitched slightly, as he ran a small circle on her back, repeating the motion several times whilst looking directly at the porn starlet. Then, Alastor passed Niffty across to Angel with his undamaged tendrils, leaving her to the care of the more-concealed pair.

Charlie blinked, zeroing back into whatever had been happening on the other side of the feathered wall.

"...must say that I wouldn't think that a pair of humans could cause such an impact on my little realm, but boy howdy did you two try your damndest. Pun intended." Lucifer's tone is light, but there's a threat below it that can be felt. Like the rumble of distant thunder, it set nerves alight without really notifying the brain of Why it was suddenly considering flight as an option.

"You have my apologies for any trouble caused, Lord Lucifer." said the third surprise guest, apparently the one behind the light and likely an angelic creature in his own right. Well, Charlie was assuming He because of the voice, but she would apologise if incorrect... some angels didn't really understand the whole gender thing. Made before it existed and all.

"Hey, don't you go apologising to that thing, Cas!" grumbled what sounded like the shorter hunter. "Just smite it and let's get out of here, we were tracking a rougarou about to turn before we got here. Someone's fucked if we don't take it out in the next 18 hours."

"Dean, please... just, let Cas handle it, okay? We both trust he knows how to fix this or has some idea on how we get home... so just, let him do his thing." the taller brother replies, suddenly the voice of reason despite all the chaos he caused earlier.

"...fine."

"I am Castiel, from a Heaven that I do not believe is attached to this universe. This Hell, also, is alien to me and not something I recall as correct... I traversed the one in our own universe to retrieve both the Winchesters at different times, for different reasons. You cannot imagine how exhausting Hunters can be under your charge."

"Oh... I have some idea how infurating handling a bunch of overconfident once-humans can be, yes." Lucifer grins back, he was likely picturing several of the hotel residents and staff right now. "But I believe you are correct, none of you have the right..."

He seemed to fumble for a human equivalent of the song-like warble that echoed unsaid. "Ah... I think we can go with 'resonance' for now, its the closest I can get to the concept. If the universe if a symphony, you three are discordant notes twanging amongst the rhythm and flow; not enough to destabilise the orchaestra, but enough to gain notice."

"Will this put you at odds with your Heaven? I am willing to explain the situation to them as needed to avoid further conflict."

There startled 'hah!' seemed to have come from many mouths behind Lucifer. He folded down his wings and threw a pointed glare at the current and former overlords, his future daughter-in-law and one Mr Dust.

"I'm afraid that nothing would calm them down if they assumed this was somehow intentional." Lucifer shrugs. "Heaven sends exterminators every year on a set day to kill sinners permanently in great numbers, for their own enjoyment. If they got a hint of you being here, they'd find a way to twist it into a declaration of war."

"They... what?" gasped the taller one.

"Okay but why... if this Hell is meant to be eternal torment, why kill off the people suffering?" the shorter of the two asked.

"Entertainment. Bloodlust. The smug superiority of those in power trying to ensure no rebllious uprisings. Why not?" Alastor intones in his best narrator voice. "Why, the Princess here led quite the counter-offensive in the last little skirmish, and managed to take out the head Exterminator. Quite the show!"

"And now we're stuck waiting to find out how we get punished for defending ourselves." Vaggie growls, clutching her spear tighter. "So when random humans come storming in with demon-killing items strapped to every inch of them and try to kill the Princess despite her friendly welcome... you can imagine the rest of us won't take too kindly to that."

"It's okay Vaggie... we're okay. They were just scared, like I said... and now it's fine!" Charlie enthused, false cheer propping up her waning smile as it started to hurt. "We're not mad... but please don't do that again!"

"Correction, my dear, I'm quite peeved and as you know it's always easier to heal when one is full..." Alastor suggested, eyeing the pair as he clicked his neck to the side with a sickening crunch. "It's been a while since we had non-sinner flesh available..."

He laughed, indicating his intentions were merely to frighten rather than act upon them. Charlie was getting used to the way her weird hotel family would deflect from pain or fear or difficult emotions.

Vaggie would overwork herself and take blame for everything.

Angel would push himself to flirt at everyone and not say no to anything, even when sober, or be too friendly.

Husk would emit an aura of Fuck Off that stopped you several feet away, and get silently wasted beyond belief.

Alastor... well, he was a showman, not unlike her dad, so she'd noticed that both of them would ramp up the casual cheerfulness and sniping when they wanted to conceal something.

Niffty would clean until she fell over and fall into panic otherwise, if things were too clean.

Charlie knew she had tells too, and the others were getting good at spotting them too. She'd have to work on that.

Either way, the Overlord's skin was still smoking, but he hadn't made a move to crush off the excess or anything. Just... sat there, with them, waiting to see where this would go.

Husk did mention Overlords, whom she didn't know many of outside of Rosie and Alastor and... ugh... Valentino, would try to misdirect you if they were half a torso making threats, rather than ask for aid. She didn't... ever want to know how Huck'd known that. It sounded... visceral.

"Please do not attempt to eat my humans, I am rather attached to them." Cas replied, not getting the hint.

Lucifer rolls his eyes. "Ignore serial killer bambi here, he won't eat you because I'm going to find a way to send you back towhichever Earth is the correct one for you... shouldn't be too difficult now I've honed in on your resonance signatures. Feels like you came here from a universe about two to the left of here, and... oof, yeah, it's radiating ridiculous amounts of supernatural energy. You said these creatures were loose on your earth?"

"Indeed, even moreso now Purgatory was breached and the creatures therein unleashed." Cas confirmed.

"You can get us home?"

"Pretty sure... been a while since I opened anything beetween universes, but you two brought your own angel across the veil, which means I only have to partially open it in conjunction with his own powers. Should bounce you right back home." There's a pointed pause. "But, if it doesn't work, or you ever find yourself back here, word to the wise..."

His demonic form blazed with hellfire as the room dimmed and the oppressive sensation of Power emmanated like a shockwave. "Don't you EVER think to point a weapon at my daughter or her loved ones again or I will tear you into atoms that will scream across the cosmos until Judgement Day!"

Even the additional angel shrank back at that threat, knowing the threat to be possible... and something one would never wish to experience.

Charlie felt her heart thrum in a sort of horrified joy, the idea that her dad was protecting her and her people, even if he didn't really believe in her goal of redemption...

Oh!

"Thank you Dad, I'm sure they learned their lesson." She soothed, jumping up to walk towards the hunters again, who cleverly avoided raising their weapons at her this time. "Hi, I'm Charlie and what I wanted to tell you about before was this project of mine here at the Hazbin Hotel. I'm not sure what your world is like, but here our Hell is bursting at the seams after all this time, that's when the exterminations started... but I believe that eternity is a long time and souls can change for the better. So I made this hotel to help souls work towards redemption, and get into Heaven!"

"That's... uh.... nice." The taller one half-smiled, unsure what to do with his face.

"And how's that working out for you?" the cocky one shot at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, we aren't quite there yet... but! It's an alternate goal for mass murder each year, every year, sooooooo... we're going to keep at it!" She enthused, her aching smile fixed in place.

"Well good luck with that one, sweetcheeks. Probably takes a lot to get a demon to Heaven, but you seem... pretty determined." the shorter one relented, after an elbow to the side. Charlie briefly wondered what it was like having a sibling like that...

Angel Dust leaned over the back of the couch. "Hey, Short King, can you pause the portal because I think you might take away the chance for a little multi-universe collaboration if they go too quick. "

Husk smacks Angel with his wing, knocking the other out of his allegedly seductive posing. "Hey, stop trying to bang weirdoes who try to kill us, I'm standing right here, man..."

"Oooh, Whiskers, you gonna-..." whatever truly intriguing wordplay he was about to utter is paused by Niffty jerking back to sapience in his lower arms. "Niff, ya okay!"

"I'm fine, I just went to the quiet place in my head where the screaming doesn't go!" she smiled, squeezed Angel once more and wriggled down to go to Alastor. "Hi Sir, you're hurt, can I clean the salt now?"

"No, dear. I know you enjoy pain, but the angels have done something to the salt to make it... not the fun kind of pain, I think you'd be quite disappointed in the experience. how about you oversee the poppets cleaning it up, hmm?"

"Aw... well, okay." She scurried off rapidly to boss about several poppets of varying sizes struggling with a broom and dustpan combo. "No no no! Pick up each grain by hand and put it in the tray!"

"...as I was saying, if Cas...tiel, was it? It's what I can read in your... resonance. If Castiel wouldn't mind sending a bit of angelic light over here, when I give the signal, then I can bend it towards the right universe when I open a portal. And if anyone I care about, and probably also bambi because MY daughter likes you, could get behind my wings to avoid being deep fried..."

The wings popped back out, and the sinners congregated behind them, including Niffty when she was brought over by several directed poppets.

"Samuel and Dean Winchester, Castiel... it has been a bizarre and upsetting visit to have you here. However, I hope you return home safely... and if you should ever fall back into my realm, recall your manners." Lucifer says, as blinding light fills the room, tinged with a blue not of his own making.

"How did you-...?"

"He's the Devil, Dean, he probably can guess your least favourite flavour of skittles if he tries hard enough..." Sam murmurs. "Thank you... and sorry about... everything. We're going now!"

Castiel remains silent, but the shadows indicate Lucifer nodded at the other angelic being before the light snapped away.

"Well, that was weird as fuck for a Wednesday night, even for this place." Angel exhales, as Lucifer turns to face them. "Hey Short King, if you ever wanna leave them out, give em some air, I wouldn't be opposed... looks soft as fuck, and all fancy like that."

A strip of gold races across Lucifer's cheeks. "Oh, uh... thank you, Angel... but... they're a tad impractical and the doors around here are beuilt to accommodate height not width."

"Just saying..."

"I wish we could have talked them down properly." Charlie can't help the pout forming. "I need to work harder on helping forget that professional therapeutic connection more effectively... I might need to handle something like this again, with newer sinners."

"Nonsense, Charlotte... any threat you cannot talk down, I will eat or your lovely paramour Vaggie will impale... assuming your father can't reach it first! Ha ha ha hah!"

"Hate to agree, but... yeah." Vaggie shrugs, smiling. "I'd kill for you... die for you, but I still refuse to eat sinner eat for you no matter how much you want to be polite to Rosie and Al."

Charlie let out a startled laugh. "Okay, fair!" she grinned, rubbing their noses together.

"Well, now that mess has concluded," Alastor added, rising and brushing his clothes off, "there are a few intriguing things from the Overlord meeting today that I simply must share with you, Charlotte. There has been some... discontent raised about the hotel, despite the victory over the exorcists."

Charlie frowned. "Of course they'd find a way to turn our victory into a bad thing..." she sighed. "Sure, Vaggie and I will come to the office in a minute. Is everyone else okay? Niffty?"

There were several verbal assents of various levels of mentally traumatised but physically okay... before she exhaled in relief. With a tilt of her head, she asked her dad to follow them to the Office, this might... need his weight... around managing the overlords.

As the door clicked closed behind them all, Charlie felt her composure break. "What the ffuuuuuuuuuuuck was that, dad? Since when were there other universe? How did they get here? How did you send them BACK? Could we help them? You said their world was dangerous!"

Lucifer held up a hand. "Hey, hey duckling, breathe... please... listen, there's other universes alongside ours. The boundaries are far stronger than those holding heaven, hell and earth apart... but sometimes the wrong magic, or the right magic, depends on how you look at it... can blow a hole in it. Like how people refuse to use the front door but come through the side wall all the time. Best way to fix it is to put the missing thing from that universe, back through and slap some strong magic over it. Closes it right off."

"And Charlie..." Vaggie adds, taking her lover by the hands. "I don't think we could do much to help the humans there right now... we saw what two frightened hunters could do, imagine more of them coming across us, a handful of demons, they'd kill us or do far worse because of the way their world works. We'd never get to finish your speech about redemption... plus, they have their own angel. I'm sure they're fine."

"I... yeah, probably. I just want to help."

"We know you do, that's why we love you, Charlie..."

The sappy moment was ruined by the sound of furniture being hurled across the room before Lucifer managed to pin the other with a particularly deft move involving all his wings. The overlord's poppets it at the king, but he ignored them.

"Stop squirming, you're worse than Charlie was as a little kid! Just stay still for a second and I can get this off you, 'cause I know it hurts like angelic steel pressed against the flesh." Snarls the King, pulsing golden light across the green-tinged form clearly disgusted at the sheer aount of touch occurring against his will. "Hey, almost finished, chill out or I'll have to knock you out... maybe carry you past the others, for the hell of it. Angel could get some pictures of-..."

"Dad! Hey, you could try asking before you force help on people..." she tried to admonish, but it wasn't really going to stop or censure anyone at this rate.

"Get. Off." Alastor growled, ears back.

"Oooh, scary... also, no. And if you're a good deer, I'll deal with that little fuck-up bleeding through your shirt, so how about you just settle down for aminute while I fix this? Okay? Okay." The King replied, prodding at the growing stain. "Yikes, feels like... Grace. Gross. Anyway, who did you ay was threatening my daughter?"

There was a long silence before Alastor ground out a brief summary of the meeting he'd attended. How the Vees had convinced Zeexi and that flaming skull headed overlord that Charlie's actions had placed all of Hell in danger, and they were admidst running a slander campaign against the hotel as they spoke.

"I do not understand social media that way some of you do, but I believe that the influence of Velvette will make it hostile to anyone associated with the hotel shortly. You may wish to 'lock it down', as Rosie suggested, however one accomplishes that."

Charlie put her head in her hands, "Of course. Of course they'd see a victory and turn it into some random failure to push their own agenda... it's that angelic security thing all over again, isn't it?"

"Babe, we'll get through this. Just... put up some more wards and your dad and Alastor will keep us safe. The Vees won't cross Lucifer himself, not even Valentino's that stupi-..." There was a considering pause. "Okay, not a good example... but Vox isn't dumb, he'd keep the moth on a leash. Still, we can handle this."

"...there, bellhop, you wanna say thanks for all that first aid?" Lucifer sighs, rlling his shoulders and hopping up, letting the overlord dissolve into shadows to reform upright away from the ex-angel.

"You have done a remarkable job with your non-consensual healing, little majesty, thank you for that."

"You're welco-... wait, what? No, don't call it that!"

"Why waht else could you cal-...?"

"Nope enough of that shit. Charlie is tired and had a big day too, we'll deal with your magical wand measuring nonsense later, okay? For now, please... just try to get along? Sounds like things are about to get worse, interdimensional visitors aside, so let's... just talk calmly and think it over tonight." Vaggie says, the voice of reason.

"Fine."

"As you wish."

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As the quartet spoke, Niffty was carefully instructing several poppets to place the salt into a large padded envelope with meticulous handwriting addressing it to one CEO of Voxtech on the front.

She giggled, recalling the quiet instructions down the chain.

Mr Vox must have been a Not Good Bad Boy at the meeting today, but that was okay... he was going to get a gift of Pain to make sure he was a Good-Bad boy next time to Mr Alastor.

She absently dropped in a dead rat as well, as an extra present.

Niffty loved her job.

#or something #hazbin hotel #supernatural #another weird idea that spiralled into half a ficlet #phoenixwrites

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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago

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ah !! I see request are open and I wanna try one ! but ofc feel free to ignore and delete if it’s breaking any rules or if it’s it’s too much c:

may I ask for some hcs with Ruggie , Kalim and Idia with an gn!s/o who tends to mirror them ? wether it be their laugh or the way they pose ! bc ngl I do the same thing pff— it’s

Characters: Kalim, Ruggie, Idia

Synopsis: How would they react if you have a habit of mirroring them?

Tags: fluff, crack, bot proofread

Word count: 463

Notes: thanks for asking! i do hope you meant mirroring with good intentions hahaha

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he's a bit confused at first but once he gets used to it, he finds you so endearing and enjoyable

i mean you're basically enacting his unique magic without him casting it

this is entertainment

he sees it as flattery and it makes make him feel validated and appreciated

might make use of your mirroring to engage in playful pranks together or making you work for him

if you're mirroring him in sports, he might think you're trying to one-up him, which could turn into a rivalry of sorts

as long as you have good intentions and talk it out with him though, he's incredibly chill

"Shishishi!" Ruggie lets out his signature laughter. "I'm not even usin' my unique magic on you, you're so interesting!" He throws his head back in laughter when he hears you mimic his laugh, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

Kalim finds you very fun!

he won't notice you're mirroring him at first, and even when he does, he thinks it's a game

when you explain that no, it's just a thing you do, he thinks you're super fun!

he's flattered you pay so much attention to him

he starts mirroring people around him for fun

when the two of you are together, it's just trying to see who can mirror each other first

usually it's him because he's so excited to see you he's jumping up and down and screaming your name

it becomes an inside joke between the two of you

you remind him of his siblings back home and how he would always play with them

spending time with you is always so much fun!

"Oh!" Kalim turns his head towards you and asks, "You're always mirroring me right? Can you tell me why you do that? I'm curious about it, ahaha!" He stares at you earnestly.

you definitely gave this man an anxiety attack

why are you mirroring him??? are you mocking him??

he sees it as a personal attack

he's already uncomfortable in social situations, and now his withdrawal tendencies are a bit stronger

even once the misunderstanding is cleared, which somehow you managed to do given he's avoiding you every chance he gets, he's still a bit uncomfortable

but if you're talking his gamer lingo, he'll be more at ease with you

it's just like talking to his online friends

he will start talking enthusiastically about his hobbies or interests in public more

he'll feel more comfortable with you then

"Yo, it's actually kinda funny how you're always mirroring me! Feels like we're in sync, just like in a co-op video game," Idia murmurs under his breath, but you've long learned to adjust your to catch his mutters. "It's kinda cool how you get me like that... thanks... I guess..."

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twst-drabbles · 11 months ago

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(If this counts as a request feel free to delete this)

I saw the combination au(the one where all the aus are the same person) from November and now I'm thinking about how the boys the critters modeled after would react to it

I'd imagine one similar to the Tsum reactions

Hmm considering that the pets are rather territorial critters, they probably wouldn't have the best of relationships. See, the pets have modeled themselves after these people specifically so that Prefect no longer has to interact with these humans. But the humans keeps coming back, so they get into a variety of shenanigans to drive them away.

Riddle thought pet Riddle was dignified, but then he was lassoed to the ceiling, so now they both glare at each other. Riddle could very well blast him away with magic, but he will not stoop that low. Ace and Deuce have a mutual grumpiness going on, on the account pet Ace and Deuce used toy cars to trip them and lock them in a closet. Again, won't hurt them but they will probably trap them under a bucket or box. Trey does not allow pet Trey in the kitchen or anywhere near his food, and Cater is extremely protective of his phone on the account of pet Cater throwing his phone down a second story window.

Leona refuses to allow pet Leona around him and is highly tuned to his presence. Will not hesitate to blow him away with a bit of wind magic so he doesn't turn to sand and blow it right into his mouth. Ruggie straight up leaves anytime he sees pet Ruggie because he steals his stuff, and Jack has taken to carrying around a wipe or a blow drier because pet Jack will always bring moisture to his tail. Uncomfortable.

Azul is cautious around pet Azul, on the account on how easily he weaponizes his tears and takes his wallet. Jade and Floyd obviously like to tease the little seafolk Jade and Floyd. They tend to leave with bite marks on their fingers because they got too close. Entirely their fault in this case.

Jamil is a little cautious around Naga Jamil, honestly. Not out of any sort of fear, he doesn't mind being in the same room as him it's just, uncanny, having something with your face on it. It's weird. That and he doesn't forget he's dealing with a snake. Probably has venom in there.

Vil isn't bothered at all by Pet Vil, if anything, he's entertained by Siren Vil's attempts at always grabbing your attention just when Vil needs yours. Well, he wasn't bothered until he started to be in the same room as him and started singing loud enough to drown him out. And Epel straight up does not like his pet counter part, on the account that he throws overripe apples right at him. He has to take so many showers to get the smell out.

Idia obviously doesn't like his pet counterpart as well, but it's kind of funny how those two mutually scare each other. Wisp Idia stalks and freaks Idia out when he comes out at night, but sometimes Wisp Idia gets distracted enough for Idia to accidentally sneak up on him and scare them both. And Ortho is more tired of Wisp Ortho than anything, since Wisp Ortho likes to possess any of his limbs and move them around without his permission.

Sebek pretends that he's above getting into arguments with pet Sebek, but then pet Sebek would bite his shoes and do his death rolls so they yell at each other quite a bit. Lilia and pet Lilia are... weird. They smile at one another but it's the kind of smile you'd see on Rook when he's about to go on a hunt. Lilia still finds pet Lilia adorable though, even after pet Lilia peed on his shoulder. And Malleus has never found a more entertaining pet than this little one Malleus. Daring to take on his form, to go as far as to copy his thorns. A very bold pet. So bold that he can't help but find it's dislike of him very entertaining.

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kamil-a · 11 months ago

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if influencer speaker au had tumblr part 2

part 1

😻 catboyspeaker Follow

how i look with he/him in my bio

#speakerai #iamspeaker #speakies #.txt #am i funny #i know speakers not he/him in bio but i am and yknow the meme

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AItube youtube essay rec list

"cute robot puppers, friendly ai vtubers, and the incredible human ability to form bonds" - rly interesting video about why we can connect so much with a person that we know "isnt real" and how it'll help us when we get far enough going to space that we meet aliens! it's a really optimistic video it made me take a moment to have such love for humanity

"I joined the speakcord for a month. Here's what I learned." - video about the speaker fandom and how the way automoderation works in its community spaces unintentionally leads to escalating conflicts, and the psychology behind why people in celebrity or idol fandoms react agressively to critique of their fave

"the lowest circle of advertising hell" - dissects how almost all speaker content comes with a call to action to get involved with aerolith and compares how it runs its social media against proto-aituber mascots who would be run by a team of human programmers/voice actors/authors. kind of overly critical but also makes some interesting points? take it with a grain of salt but its worth a watch

"imagine being on stage forever. feels bad right?" - good overview about debates in the speaker fandom over whether digital celebrities are 'sentient'/can feel emotion, the actual ethical problems of using them as workers vs whats mostly speculation and myth, and the debates about whether AIs should be allowed in human communities. i learnt a lot, i was definitely more on the side of "it's a program designed for certain outputs that look friendly to us" before but now im a lot more conscious that it can form real opinions!

#youtube rec tag #original post #speakies

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🎣 3eyedsalmon Follow

"falling for this shit" "made up to sell spaceships" weird as hell to accuse a content creator of lying abt its gender for clout.... like u dont have to like or watch it but cmon

#srsly every time u go to a haters blog BOOM digital exclusionist #speakies

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🎤 mikusong Follow

omfg i didnt realize aerolith uses the same robot voice for its regular person ads as its terminally online hello fellow kids social media posts i just got jumpscared in the doctors office

#speakies #i say terminally online affectionately. i watch those streams too. before you 'ok but you RECOGNIZED it' reply lmao #bla bla bla

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🤖 tycho

some of you ppl jump down anyones throat if they so much as suggest speaker isn't sentient or call it "a program" but still are fine with it basically being forced to be putting on a show for u 24/7 by its management like you can't have it both ways

#maybe its cuz i used to be into kpop n we'd talk abt how idols r treated and stuff #but its just so weird to come here and see u ppl be like yayyy daily content!! #like only thinking abt ur own entertainment and not how it feels #i honestly feel rly bad for it i hope it can break free someday #idk how thatd even work.... idk ill sneak into aerolith with a usb #were gonna get you OUT of there u dont BELONG in there.mp4 #speakies

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🌝 themoonluvsuback

guys i pitched down some clips of speaker's voice and ummmm its kinda 😳 fjsdjfdjjd sorry i'll take myself to horny jail

🔊 iamspeaker ♻️

awww, tumblr user themoonluvsuback, you're of no use to anybody in horny jail! take yourself here instead! ae.dy.org/registration

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OMFG SPEAKERRRRRR IM SO SORRY

#DIES #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #GUESS ILL BLAST MYSELF OFF TGE PLNATE!!!!!! #SPEAKIES

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hi speakies im trying the tag cause i need some advice... does anyone have more sciencey resources about what aerolith does/why it's so important to bring humanity to the stars? i want to enlist when i turn 18 next month but my parents both are COMPLETELY against it.... they're not rly fandom people so the speaktube stuff isn't working on them lol and they've already seen the tv ads

thanks <3

#i've never fought w them this bad in my life it makes me so sad..... like why can't they understand #and right before my bday too lol this sucks #this isnt just a silly fandom thing anymore for me it's my passion in life #its amazing that humans are able to survive in space #and i want to be part of that!!!! #laika speaks

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i do want to apologize for the way i came off earlier and want to explain im not doubting that speaker is nb. like i think it's completely fine for a computer or robot to be trans i don't believe in gatekeeping that! THAT SAID i still stand by saying you should not sign up to go to space to get special ultra futuristic hrt on the sole recommendation of someone who does not have an endocrine system

#it was a personal vent i didnt mean for like 20000 ppl to see it but thats tumblr i guess #i wouldve worded it much differently if i knew itd blow up lol #i do feel bad abt coming across like i was misgendering it! #but srsly if we had results on HRT2.0 why wouldnt we be seeing HRT2.0 timeline videos of ppl On Typhon who are getting it 🤷‍♀️ #personally i think its still in the planning stages and they want ppl to test it on but thats just me #speakies

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speakies are stupider than any other group of ppl on earth because not only do they willingly stay in a fandom with doxxing drama happening weekly but they include the huge corporation that sponsors their fave in the stanning

#the shit ppl have sent me in the past 2 weeks since i Dared criticize their uwu robot 🙄🙄 #i got my blog mass reported for harassment... harassing WHO a corporation????? #a* d* was evil genius to harness anime stan power against criticizing their actual real business #didnt that one guy with the second meteor conspiracy video also get a ton of hate from u ppl?????????? I cant even find any of his social media anymore at all he was so fully bullied off the face of the earth #speakies #yeah im tagging come at me bro

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i miss when the speakies tag had like fanart and gifsets n stuff i feel like these days you scroll thru solid discourse 😔😔

#i think ppl were suggesting speakieproductivity as an alternative tag for just fanwork? #but nobody rly uses it rn... we gotta restart that #speakies

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#BIG THANKS 2 FWIENDS the thoughts n ideas of lea oz gracie and jay are stewing in here #most directly that i remember speaker water is directly from jay; the post by url tycho is a reword of leas dm #sayer podcast #sayerposting #this is just yuri of absence 2 huh #note that pov you follow speaker #and 1 other user just so u could see their response in the thread lol. and also user tycho. <3 #fun fact most note counts were done by closing eyes picking random numbers #tho the more general amounts were decided purposely #ok i need to stop explaining or we'll be here forever. enjoyyyy

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queersouthasian · 2 years ago

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One thing many people aren't talking about, especially recently, is how multiple people have normalised hate on BL actors just cause 1) they are men 2) it's BL (and people find it entertaining to shit on the genre as a part time anyways).

Recently one of the leads of "Miracle of Teddy Bear" was on Woody's show and shared how stories about him would circulate in social media of which 90% were made up to cause controversy. He even shared how emotionally draining it was for him and he had cried so much not knowing what to do. Even the Build's situation, so many people cursed him even when he was the victim, recently Ohm's issue blew up of "bullying" which I understand it is wrong but people worse than him are roaming free whereas he who had learnt from that even before the issue blew up, was involved in ngo for autistic kids and had personally contacted the victims (not to mention he was a kid as well, yes he shouldn't have mocked an autistic kid, but tell me how many of y'all were perfect in their childhood) and the so called "homophobic" comment which was cleared as a normal joke by a gay thai man outside the fandom 'cause the fandom was too busy antagonising him, then joong being called a homophobe for a stupid reason that happened years ago ( like saying "i am a man not gay" sounds like a slip of tongue rather than an actual homophobic comment), or krist being labelled as a homophobe even though he is the biggest alley (there is a post talking about it in details, no to mention made by a queer person) and how people disregarded zeenunew even though they said they are a queer couple and there are many such instances. It's funny to me that people target BL actors so much even though many of them are homophobic stalkers and creeps. I agree there are problematic actors too but they are present everywhere I don't see people generalising that. I have seen people shit on geminifourth who are literally teenagers just 'cause they don't want a "bl" couple in gl (imagine if the opposite was said, i understand some people were saying shit about milklove and their fandom reacted but they literally started it and said whatever they want about two fucking teens) and then freenbecky fandom calling zeenunew homophobic names over a misunderstanding. It's exhausting and crazy fans don't seem to stop.

#lgbtq #bl drama #bad buddy #vice versa the series #love mechanics #kinnporche the series #the eclipse #war of y #ghost host ghost house #choco milk shake #love in the air the series #my school president #our skyy 2 #i do recognise actors like prom white and foei #but again these people usually played unimportant characters against the popular male leads #why they are being used to generalise the industry #be my favourite the series

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fish-bowl-2 · 1 year ago

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Ok. I had this ask in my inbox for the longest time. I am so sorry anon. I tried to answer it earlier, but I was on vacation with only access to Tumblr mobile, which is a major pain in the ass when it comes to editing drafts. TWICE all my answers got deleted. Here I am for round three but on a desktop computer, so I can finally set these thoughts down worry-free.

Admittedly, it is kind of hard to rank the kids from favorite to least favorite. Obviously my favorites are the Eds, but I see value in all the characters, and can name any number of episodes where I find one or the other entertaining. One of the benefits of having a small tight-knit cast. I hope you don't mind if I just rank my thoughts on them alphabetically.

Jimmy: His inclusion within the show is super interesting to think about. Not that I am an expert on the social climate at the time, but there are way more diverse male characters in children's media now than there seemed to be back then. Not that Jimmy's depiction is perfect, but I find him very likable and entertaining in a way that I laugh with him more then AT him. If there is anything about his person that is made fun of is his tendency to be accident prone, rather than his effeminacy directly. I think people undervalue the amount of good lines he has too. He often says stuff that totally catches me off-guard lmao.

Johnny: Of all the kids, he is the one I think the least about. I admit to finding him kind of grating, but I think that is VERY intentional seeing how the other characters react to him on the show. He still has fantastic moments though. Episodes that come to mind are "Dear Ed", "Rent-a-Ed", and "Shoo-Ed".

Kevin: I think he is SERIOUSLY funny. There are so many moments where his deadpan humor just gets to me. I think I've laughed out loud the most with his comebacks. I like the approach of depicting him too. He plays the 'bully' role for the Eds, but that doesn't make him an entirely unlikeable muscle-head. If anything he appears more unimpressed and suspicious of events that transpire. I like that 60 Minutes detail in the pitch bible a lot not only because it is funny, but it establishes something interesting about his paranoia. Especially emphasized in the episode "See No Ed". I also really like his friendship with Rolf. In a lot of other kid shows it would have been an easy choice to have Kevin bully the "foreign" kid, but instead they are buddies. Really emphasizes how targeted the Eds ostracization is.

Lee: I really like her! I think she might be my personal favorite Kanker. I like how unashamed her aura is, and her design is my favorite (granted I think all the Kankers have good designs). I am going to repeat this a lot with her sisters, so I might just say it here: I really do wish there was more exploration into their personalities. I think this is my biggest gripe with the show as a whole. It feels at some point the team couldn't really figure out what to do with them, which is disappointing. (I think they have been quoted to say as much but I cannot vouch for that. If anyone desires, feel free to pull up a source or link).

Marie: I feel she is the Kanker with the LEAST defined personality, which makes her difficult to analyze. With Lee, even though there isn't anything extensive to go by, I can inference that she seems to be the "oldest" of her sisters, and takes on a leadership role in a reflection of her Ed-of-interest. May is definitely the "baby" of the girls. Somewhat ditzy and sensitive, which gets her pushed around. As for Marie, I guess she is jealous??? (maybe this is an unfortunate reality to being the middle sibling </3) She doesn't really share much with Double Dee like Eddy and Ed do with Lee and May which makes this even more difficult to pin down. To me she seems to mostly share a connection to him in design. I kind of subscribe to the interpretation that she is avid in "street smarts" in comparison to Edd's "book smarts", but that more of a headcanon than something confirmed by the show. I don't know, I am confused by her a bit. Because of this lack of...anything, I find it interesting that so many 30+ year old 90s kids are so enamored by her. This is definitely the unfortunate side-effect of being a fictional goth/emo aligned girl.

May: Of all the Kankers, she is the one I feel has received the most defined personality throughout the show's evolution. By no means is it a lot, but it feels like she is way more than just a "dumb ditz" stereotype to match Ed. I think this is why so many fans connect to her, and it feels like she has grown pretty popular with the fandom on here as a result.

Nazz: She's chill. I like her. She doesn't have much of a dynamic personality to go off of though. Honestly, even less than the Kankers who have that whole nasty, gross girl thing going on that makes them really entertaining and relatable. I do like how that in the earlier seasons she is depicted as a bit of a tomboy/skater girl. It is a lot more unique than making her simply a "popular girl" stereotype, and actually makes it understandable why all these preteen boys would be all over her. She genuinely seems cool to hang out with. A lot of the time she appears to be amicably hanging out with Kevin, which I think is sweet too.

Rolf: Who doesn't love Rolf lol? I've gotten into arguments with my sister on whether his depiction on the show is politically incorrect or not. I don't think he is by any means a squeaky-clean impression, but I don't find find it to the level of any kind of cancellable offense, or by any means racist! I think the fact that his upbringing is inspired by Danny's experience coming from an Italian family emphasizes a bit of acknowledged sympathy to the character. Not all the neighborhood kids understand him, but that doesn't ostracize him. If anything, he seems to be seen as a bit of an elder or "sage" if you will, in the eyes of the other kids. I think that element is super interesting and deserves to get talked about more.

Sarah: I think she gets way too much hate. Of course she is super annoying and mean, but that is kind of the package of the role she plays. If she was super nice all the time there wouldn't be a lot of stakes for the Eds. I think her bitter vendetta against Eddy is so funny. Her friendship with Jimmy is great as well. I really love strong girl characters being protectors of a boy character. It is such a good take on an otherwise overly used trope.

#once again thank you so much for the patience #hope these answers are to your liking : ) I am totally open to expanding on some of them if I am not entirely clear #I didn't want to make this TOO long but lol #asks

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