#sorry if this looks bad I'm on mobile

[korshrimpski]

A year ago it was announced that the coyotes would be relocating to utah.

Mission to Mars by Rainbow Kitten Surprise / Coyotes photo 1 / Coyotes time / Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call by Bleachers / Glendale Arena / Coyotes Disappointing Draft / coyotes draft: strome, cooley, hayton, keller, guenther, söderström + Mercy by Sir Chloe / Coyotes move to ASU / Mullet Arena / Worth It by Haley Heynderickx / NHL Approve Coyotes Relocation / The End by Tom Odell / Coyotes last goodbye photo / Quote / Utah first win photo

[crusaderguy]

Sup, I decided to draw on my phone today.

[pine-arten]

i’ve been thinking how slugcats work a lot. my rambles will be under the cut

i’ve said before in other posts, but i hc there’s two types of slugcats (whether different species or just subspecies i’m unsure) and so they‘re showcased here. i’ve given them names to differentiate when talking about them.

Slugcat Felis is a more omnivorous and opportunistic slugcat. examples would be survivor, monk, and saint (a bit).

Felis slugcats have very short, and fine fur. it’s a lot more sparse. (like how the peterbald cat breed is) they have a longer muzzle in comparison to panthera slugcats, and have weaker jaw strength because of it. They also have oval pupils, not fully round but not slit either.

Slugcat Panthera is more carnivorous and predatory. ex, hunter and arti.

Panthera slugcats have a longer coat of fur, but it’s still generally short. More akin to how an actual short-haired cat is. They have a short muzzle, making their bite-force stronger. They also have slit pupils, although it becomes round when dilated. 

General slugcat traits include, -Eyes, nose, teeth, lips, and claws all being of similar colors. -Large thick tail for extra fat storage -Muzzle whiskers and eyebrow whiskers -Two fingers, one opposable thumb, and three toes

Spearmaster is a pretty special case, as they’re heavily modified. First of all, they have no lower jaw or upper digestive system. Their skull is also modified to be smoother where their mouth would be. Their torso and neck is skinny, causing them to weigh a lot less than others Spearmaster also has long pointy ears, as it would make their expressions a lot more obvious and clear. They have small rounded spikes of keratin all over, somewhat similar to scales in a way. Their skin is a lot thicker than other slugcats, as they have no fur to protect it. Their pupils are fully round, whether dilated or constricted.

Rivulet is also modified, but not as extremely. Large eyes and nictitating membrane help see underwater. Their pupils are larger than average, and are horizontally oval (but become round when not constricted). Riv’s external gills are attached to their head, rather than the neck or jaw. As this makes the bloodflow to the brain much quicker. They have small ears and a seal nose, modifications to prevent water going where it shouldn’t. Their fur is very short, but incredibly thick and oily. This helps them retain heat and prevent water sticking to them (like otters and seals!). In their blood, is hemocyanin, as well as hemoglobin. There is more hemoglobin than hemocyanin, as it’s more efficient in most scenarios. However, hemocyanin is more efficient than hemoglobin in cold underwater environments with low oxygen.

i would’ve included saint and gourmand, but i was tired after drawing rivulet so i didn’t include them. maybe in another post?

[megaawkwardhuman]

what the actual fuck is your badge bro

WELL I'M GLAD YOU ASKED

basically ever since I've started to actually use my tumblr whenever I see there's a new free badge I can get I not only grab it I grab as many as I can and keep it on my wall of badges

I mean for a while it wasn't THAT bad but then tumblr decided to let people grab up to 50 fully free badges to advertise a show not once BUT TWICE and it's been chaos since then

like I cannot stress how until that point I had crumbs but now I feel bad every time I get reminded that I have over 100 badges riiiiight next to my username

to actually break down the badges (since I know checking them HAS crashed people's tumblr before):

teeth with shoes: the 1st fully free badge you could get and the 1st that I've earned (there's 2 that have to do with blazing a post which I have no plans to get cuz I'm broke)

very basic to get cuz you just have to post over 100 posts (if you're "normal" about any fandom you pretty much get this by default lmao)

the one that's says 601: idk if you can still get this one cuz it's in reference to when there was a proposed (or actual? idk I don't use twitter) post view limit that was like a funny haha thing to joke about for a bit but isn't really talked about now

as you can kinda guess you get it (or got it if you can't anymore) by viewing 601 posts and like that's it

the 50 straw hats: I know FOR SURE you can't get this one anymore cuz it was a part of this promotion tumblr did with the live action one piece back in 2023 (you remember the clow at the corner of everyone's dash? I remember the clow at the corner of everyone's dash)

when it was around you basically went to the tumblr shop and they were like hey click this button as many times you want and you'll get a little hat also plz buy merch for this show and I legit spent a few minutes going back and forth (it closed the shop on desktop every time you got one) pressing this button until they stopped me

I don't even watch one piece

the cat paws: only available 2 times (april fools 2024 and halloween 2024) during the age of the boop button

you got one for booping once, one for booping a lot of times (the exact amount I forgot), and for maxing out the boop meter that was at the top of your dash during it (wish they did a 4th one for if you booped during halloween but eh you win some you boop some)

the 50 magnifying glass that has a background that annoys me: this one was also to advertise a show only this time it was the dead boy detectives

you got it the same way and that was the day my badges went for chaos to full on unreadable

the faces I have 3 of each of: this one is the newest and one you can still get

if you see a tubi ad talking about some quiz you can take that's what leads you to these ones

hell you don't even get them by getting a particular result OR by competing the quiz like at all

for me I got all 5 of them while I was on question 3 (they give you 3 of each by default btw and as far as I know you can't get more then that)

I hate how they went from doing fun or funny tasks to just ads and given how many times people have asked me what tf they even are they don't even work as ads (granted tho I have 120 of them so that's also why but like EVEN IF I JUST HAD 2 OR 3 YOU WOULDN'T KNOW THEY WERE LINKED TO FUCKING TUBI OR WHATEVER) but hey I like having a cluster fuck next to me at all times

it fits me very well

[gxtzeizm]

anyways, back to my blorboposting/skyposting this little guy here because goddddd idk why but he just looks so goddamn fine here 🥹🥹🥹

[o4o41]

We've missed a big time on a female big-name representation.

Hello.

How are you?

I have an idea for Mona Lisa.

Tell me your thoughts.

Since the female turtle ban is over. She can be more a female turtle and be named after a "Frankenstein's Monster" autor Marry Shelly what do you think? And she is an artist, like living marks on desks of a mysteriously smirking woman.

Sounds like you're trying to make an OC, not a Mona Lisa. Which is totally cool. I think you should explore that idea as a character. As for me, I love Mona as a lizard girl of one kind or another. And will probably always keep her that way. At least for my little corner of the fan community. Thank you for the ask!

[ssahotchnerr]

ooh! i have an ellieverse request... aaron watching ellie take her first steps and then feeling guilty that he couldnt be there for jack plsss

milestones

cw; fem!reader, dad!aaron, food descriptions, fluff and some angst - happy ending but it's also kinda not? aaron loves to self deprecate :( wc; 1.1k

"Pb and J, or turkey for your lunch?"

"Turkey."

"Turkey it is," Aaron grabbed the deli meat from its designated compartment in the fridge. "You like swiss cheese," he thought aloud, grabbing that next. "How 'bout some mayo on it, too?"

Jack's nose scrunched in disapproval over his cereal. "Kids at school don't eat that, Dad."

"Okay I'm sorry," Aaron chuckled, shutting the fridge and tossing the two selections on the counter. He highly doubted that, but who knew what the trends in third grade were. "My bad, no mayo."

It was starting out to be a typical Hotchner morning; getting up, getting the kids up, flowing through the normal routine before the busyness of the day began. That is, until your voice called out from the other room.

"Aaron! She's walking!"

Aaron was already on the move at your initial frantic tone, but picked up as the realization of what you said hit. Ellie's been mobile for a while; crawling, standing, maybe moving an inch before plopping right back down to crawl, but walking wasn’t something she’d shown too much interest in yet. Jack followed right in his footsteps.

Upon entry into the living room, you were seated in the middle of the carpet - Ellie a few feet away, holding onto the couch and oblivious to what she had done as you clutched onto your phone, eyes wide with the camera recording.

"She what?"

"She's walking," Happy tears shone in your eyes, scrambling over to Ellie and setting her up again, "Look. Go see Dada, honey."

You didn't need to tell her twice; she never needed an excuse to see her father, her face lighting up. She stabilized herself before her little feet carried her over. One foot slowly by the other, she reached Aaron, who was equally in awe.

"Ellie!" Aaron grinned, lifting her a foot up into the air in celebration. "What a big girl you are."

"Can I try next?" Jack sat beside you, holding out his arms. Aaron steadied Ellie upright and she began wobbling over to him, babbling softly as she approached her brother.   

Aaron met your gaze; you were beside yourself. Absolutely giddy with the biggest smile on your face. It made one of his own form.

"Alright bud, it's time to finish getting ready for school." You said to Jack once Ellie finished her laps, now making it about halfway across before dropping onto the carpet. "You don't want to be late."

"Do I need to?" Jack whined, "I don't want to miss her walking."

Your gaze shot to Aaron as the words innocently left Jack's mouth, registering what was said the same time he did. As slight as it was - all Aaron would allow - he sobered, a sullen demeanor taking over.

-

"Well, that was an exciting morning." You opened the conversation; Jack had just been picked up by his ride, and Aaron was getting ready to head off to work as well.

"Mhm." He was bouncing Ellie in his arms while he waited for his coffee to brew. She made a grab at his nose. "We really need to baby proof the house now."

He was thrilled, absolutely he was, but he felt bad, an internal battle going on in his head. Today had been a huge day for Ellie, a milestone. He didn't want his guilt to overshadow that - it wasn't fair to her.

But that's how he felt.

"You're not a bad Dad." You stated what you knew was mulling in his brain, and a pain rippled through your heart at the fact he thought such. He was Jack's hero, Ellie was a daddy's girl through and through, but he jumped at the opportunity to believe otherwise.

Aaron gave you a look, strapping Ellie into her highchair. "I saw Jack's first steps through my phone screen."

"That's okay," you sympathized, dropping a handful of Cheerios onto Ellie's tray. "And it's okay to feel bad. But you didn't have control over that; there was no way of knowing he'd start walking then so you shouldn't put yourself at fault."

"I don't want Jack to feel neglected. I'm kinda getting a do-over with Ellie in terms of the mistakes I made, so what's he going to think?" He countered, sitting down at the chair set beside Ellie's.

"He's not going to think anything. Jack? Neglected?" A soft laugh escaped you - it wasn't a laughing matter, but he was so incredibly far off you couldn't help it. "He idolizes you, Aaron."

Aaron shrugged, doubtful.

"You coach his soccer team. You take him to the Smithsonian every chance you get. Or how about all the nights the two of you stay up late reading, or building Legos? That's what he'll remember, not who was there for his first steps. And think about all the other milestones he's experienced."

He stayed silent, so you continued.

"Who was there for his first soccer goal? Who taught him to ride a bike without training wheels? What was his first word?"

"Dad." He conceded, picking up one of Ellie's Cheerios and letting her grab it from his palm. You had him there.

"I rest my case. Although experiencing his first steps firsthand would've been amazing, it's a small part of the rest of his life. And if you know better now, then you'll be there. You'll be right there cheering him on."

He started to protest, but you beat him to it, knowing his next counterpoint. 

"And if for whatever reason you're not - the same goes with Ellie's milestones too - they know their Dad is catching the bad guys, making the world a safe place not only for them, but for others too. It's a good compromise, and we'll be ready to fill you in the second we're able. Like you were there the whole time."

The inevitable missing out still burdened his heart; his work was important, but so was his family. He stated he's learned, but has he? Was he still making the same mistakes?

He appreciated your sentiment, your trying, the way your eyes shone at him with the pure belief that he wasn't a letdown. You'd always seen more within him than he believed was actually there. He saw it in Jack's eyes, and Ellie's too, as young as she was. In return, every day he tried to accept it as well.

But it was hard, the fear of three pairs of eyes someday blankly staring back at him burned in his mind. He'd seen it from a different pair once before.

"Thank you," was all he could get out, nodding his head.

You brushed his hair back, pausing after the first sweep at the realization you'd messed up his styled, ready-to-go-to-work cowlicks, fixing them quickly. "We love you. And we understand."

He found your eyes, a small pinch in his heart. He hoped you always would.

Pushing his self-deprecation aside, he turned back to your daughter, who was now delighting in throwing her cereal onto the floor. Today was about her achievement. He swallowed thickly, exhaling a breath and smiling at her.

"So we have a walker now, huh?"

[realcube]

dilf december

day fifteen ⭑ kenma kuzome ⭑ want you here tonight

tw : nsfw minors dni, cybersex, f!masterbation, orgasm denial, daddy kink and "kitten"

your boyfriend only exists online.

of course, you've met him in-person before. several times. in fact, you were laying in his cali king-sized bed right now, drowning in the fluffy sheets. but it seems like he always escapes you — jetting off to different countries on last-minute business trips. you weren't even entirely sure where he was right now, all you knew was he was somewhere in asia to accept an reward related to company growth.

currently, for you, it was the middle of the day. though it was a bit dark and gloomy outside, so it felt much later. hence, you were wrapped up snug in kenma's bed, basking in the warmth his covers provided. meanwhile, it was the middle of the night where ever he was; that's the only reason he was able to find time to talk to you over video-call.

his camera was propped up on his desk, so you got a nice view of him as he tapped away on his laptop — unsure whether he was working on important paperwork or just playing video games. his hotel room was dark, and only light source was the computer screen in front of him, harshly illuminating his sharp features.

his narrow eyes darted over the screen, hardly sparing you a glance. still, you'd push your tits up to the camera for your own amusement, admiring your own reflection in the small section in the corner of your mobile phone. you pouted your lips, impressed with how effortless you look, "it's been so lonely here without you. having a big bed is pointless without someone to share it with." you whine, dramatically spreading your arm out across the length of the mattress.

" 'm sorry, babe, but this award is a big deal." his voice is soft yet he speaks in such a dull, uncaring manner. you can detect the sweetness below the surface, however. "i had to fly out and accept it in-person."

"i know.." you sigh, losing yourself and averting your gaze to the side, longingly. it was quite the impressive little charade: you were never really too bothered by kenma visiting other countries and leaving you in his mansion by yourself — the solitude was enjoyable —but you would always pretended to be in utter turmoil over how much you miss him because you know it strokes his ego.

"don't be upset.." he murmured, eyes finally pried off his computer screen, to notice the discontented act you were putting on. "i hate seeing you unhappy."

"hm.." you pout, angling the camera away from your face but still focussed enough so he could see you wiping invisible tears from your eyes.

kenma frowns, and slumps back in his chair, crossing his arms, "c'mon, baby, i'm right here." he tries to reason, between your fake sniffs and quiet sobs, "show daddy those pretty tits, hm?"

wordlessly, you turn your head away from the camera with a dramatic flip of your hair. but, as requested, you lower the camera and pull down the neck of your tank-top in order to free your tits. despite being engulfed by his toasty sheets, your nipples were still stiff upon sudden exposure to the chilly air in the room.

kenma smirks, leaning forward and admiring the view for a moment, before subtly returning his attention to the work on his screen. but not without humming your praises first, "fuck, i've been missing my girls so bad." his chest visibly heaves as he takes laboured breathes, "have you been missing daddy, angel?"

you nod, and as expected, he bluntly rasps in response, "show me."

without further instruction, you kick your sweatpants off, followed by your lacey black panties. sat pretty in the centre of the bed, you spread your legs and place the camera down between them, pointed directly at your sopping pussy, which was leaking arsousal onto his pristine white sheets,

"so wet and filthy.." he mused, only sparing you a glimpse while working. though brief, in that time he was still able to appraise your cunt and it turned him on to see how horny he made you. since he was quite a bit older, he worried that maybe you don't perceive him to be as attractive as he considers you. but seeing with his own eyes how wet he could get you was nice reassurance that he's still hot.

to you, it seemed as though he was clearly more focussed on his work than on you — but that is only because you couldn't see the lewd thoughts clouding his mind. however, it truly turned you on, to be overlooked even while you were fully on display for him. having to claw and beg for male attention was something you weren't used to, so it was certainly a new and erotic experience.

"can i finger myself, daddy?" you whine, hand already roaming down between your thighs and kneading at your plush skin impatiently.

"sure." he muttered, attempting to focus on his computer, "but don't cum. i'm going to do that to you when i get home, okay?"

before he even managed to finish his question, you were already two knuckles-deep into your pussy, moaning wildly and spasming around your own fingers. though you weren't especially fast or dexterous, any stimulation — even amateur — was enough to satisfy your hungry pussy, which yearned for your boyfriend's expert touch, but ultimately would settle for any attention at all.

your walls sucked and gnawed on your own two fingers, making obscenely wet noises as they did so, which not only echoed through the bedroom you were in, but the hotel room kenma was in too. additionally, he got an earful for your loud, staggered moans, which admittedly has his erection aboslutely throbbing in his trousers, but he was experienced in hiding his arousal.

"don't get too carried away, kitten. you're not allowed to cum yet."

[goldenflowers]

thank you for giving me a chance to better explain my POV!! i wrote my original post in kind of an over-the-top jokey way on purpose lol, i'm sure that even if deltarune!asriel is different than i was hoping i'll still come around (while continuing to enjoy my own idea as an AU in my head) because toby is an amazing writer and he hasn't disappointed me yet. but yeah i just think asriel is such a fascinating character and is even more so when the ways that being flowey for so long could've affected him are taken into account so i've always thought it'd be neat to mix some of that into his deltarune characterization too, even though his specific issues would naturally be very different in this universe.

if we finally meet asriel in deltarune and he's not at least a little fucked up i'm going to eat glass btw. this guy became flowey in another universe there is NO fucking way he's normal. he needs to be a burned out and insecure "golden child" who's actually kind of mean and has a dark sense of humor and likes to play weird pranks and then goes home and puts on a sweet perfect facade. he HAS to be kind of shitty and lame or toby fox is just wrong. 😤

[bamsara]

Hi, I read through your faq and it clearly stated that you're against your work being uploaded on TikTok, but I just came across a channel that took your demon Bakugo comics and posted them with a really bad ai voiceover. Channel name is Muoi Comic (@muoi.comic).

I'm sorry, I wasn't sure if I should send this message or not since it's negative and I don't wanna make you uncomfortable, but this is something you deserve to know especially since the first video got up to 46.7 k likes and the channel didn't exactly credit you and actually kinda claims that it's their comic indirectly?

Apologies since I'm on mobile, but I searched up the name and not only did I get their tiktok, but a whole ass website??????

????

THAT SUMMARY ISNT EVEN WHAT HAPPENS IN THE AU????

It's just??? Is this all AI scraped, reposted and it's stuff generated?

It looks like they've taken other people's mha art with those too on the same sites and did the same thing as well. That au isn't even supposed to be romantic it's qpp. What is going on

Edit: they also have a youtube channel where they put Ai generated voices over mha comics and are taking in money from advertisements as well. I suppose if you've made mha art with those two characters, check to see if your work got stolen

[hugsarethugs]

I wanna ask you more on the reverse au but was far too afraid to, but I'm here now :D

Anyways, how does rob and stone show affection to one another/other people?? (pretty sure they aren't in an established relationship right????)

And I kinda wanna know more abt the eclipse cannon (like is it still called that?? What's it structure/shape?, stuff like that)

And lastly: stone's logo. Like the org eggman logo we're all aware of (his face basically), what does dr.stone's logo look like??

IM SO SORRY FOR ASKING SO MANY QUESTIONS BUT I REALLY WANNA KNOW ;-;

with affection im not even fully sure how to word it and im sure they don't ever show affection towards other people (except rob to Gerald but we're not here for him yet) so im just going to share this doodle page as it is the most they've ever been open and just yaknow- happy? this is when stone begins to become less depressed and is fully mobile without the need for rob's assistance around their home

for the eclipse cannon its still pretty much the same, it's still designed by Gerald so ye- not much to change

and lastly Dr. Stone's logo ta-da!

anyway thx for sending this ask! always enjoy getting them tho i am still pretty bad at responding sometimes but its fun and gets me to think a lil deeper on the lore of this weird au

[inlovewithfionaapple]

what if i say it out loud?

warnings: angst... sorry

wc: 608

part one

the roof seemed colder without y/n.

leah stayed up there until the sky turned from black to bruised purple, the stars hidden behind soft clouds. she hadn't moved much—just stared straight ahead as if if she sat still long enough, the night would rewind and y/n would still be sitting with her, knees touching, coke can sweating between her hands.

but the rooftop was empty. and leah felt more alone than ever.

she inched her way down, her body aching, but nothing in comparison to how her chest ached. her mobile vibrated within her pocket for the fourth time in one day—her mum, she bet. training was an hour. she didn't have it inside her to attend, but she would. she always did.

she pushed open the door into her house and found her mum in the kitchen, already halfway through a cup of tea.

“everything alright?” her mum asked, looking up.

leah hesitated. “yeah. just didn’t sleep much.”

her mum gave her a glance but let it go. leah was grateful for that. because how could she possibly explain to her that she'd spent the night reliving every moment she'd spent with y/n—jelly sweets and scraped knees and moonlit kisses and whispered i love yous—and trying to work out when exactly she'd started choosing fear over her?

she showered in silence, barely tasted her breakfast, and walked toward the training ground like a robot. arsenal's headquarters buzzed with the usual rhythm—teammates laughing, coaches shouting out times, boots on concrete. it was typically her sanctuary. it felt like a jail today.

she was sharp in drills. too sharp. frustration made her fast, and guilt made her reckless. when she clipped one of her teammates during a passing drill, jonas called her over.

“you alright, leah?”

“fine,” she muttered, wiping sweat from her brow.

“you’re not playing like it.”

she didn’t respond. just looked past him to the empty sidelines, where y/n would’ve been standing if things were different.

that night, she was in bed, phone clutched in her hand, reading over their previous messages.

y/n: still can't get over that you fought year 9 that girl for saying i was "lanky y/n." hero moves, tbh.

leah: she had it coming. you're not lanky. you're perfect.

y/n: you're biased.

leah: of course. i'm in love with you.

she read it three times. her fingers rested on the screen, unsure of what she was even looking for. a means to make it right? a means of apology that would mean something?

she opened a new message, wrote, deleted, rewrote:

leah: i miss you. i'm sorry.

no response.

she threw the phone on the duvet and sat up, rubbing her face. she had built a fortress of fear, and now she was the only one left inside it.

she remembered y/n's voice breaking—i want to be your choice.

the truth was, she had chosen y/n. a thousand times, in every frozen instant. in stolen kisses, in held hands in the shadows of doorways, in the manner in which her heart would catch fire when y/n entered a room. but never had she chosen her where it mattered. where the world would witness.

for she was frightened.

of headlines. of backlash. of what everybody would say once they'd found out england's golden girl had a crush on a girl.

but now, with the wreckage of what they'd had behind her, leah finally let the question come to the forefront:

what if being in love with y/n out loud was as bad as she was scared it could be?

she didn't know yet. but for the first time, she wanted to find out.

[akai-immobile]

I woke up in bed. I'm already drenched in sweat, ugh the fans in my pig pin never get in my folds. Forced to stay on my back, I turn my head (as much as my fat neck allows). I forgot, you left me to sleep in the mobility net, hooked to the ceiling. I'm actually sorry you had to.... I know at my size... It's hard ... You have to give up so much... I'm crying a little but I see what I was looking for, on my side table, next to my oxygen tank, was my phone. I use ALL my might to lift myself up a little, just to reach my massive fat arm over to it. The meer act of holding an arm up burns, it hurts so bad! My muscles can't... Not that I even lifted myself... But my arms? Well ... You had the doctor's take my purple feet.... But my arms are almost as useless as my legs... Only I can't even move my legs anymore... I realized my heart monitor is going faster, probably because of the.... "Exercise"... After huffing and puffing, I lean and reach again, my fat swollen fingers getting closer! But I fail and blop back on my back....

[star-lights-up]

Oh, chemistry is rare. Saw you on the stairs. For once in my life I didn't care, that I was scared.

i love aus and i love fusions so. here. here's a cherik mako au for mermay.

images included in this are from pinterest because i couldn't be arsed to draw backgrounds and, well, it's not like i'm selling it or anything so it should be fine! oh and also i hate the whole girls have pink tails guys have blue tails thing. it's stupid and has always bothered me. either give everyone the same color tail or give us fun colored tails (i chose fun colored tails!)

and now, the moment you've all not been waiting for, the AU details:

So, Erik is the new guy in town. He's just moved to burleigh heads from who knows where, because he hasn't told anyone anything, but he's got a pretty thick german accent, so everyone pretty much just assumes Germany.

Charles isn't really an anybody at their high school. He's nice to everyone, keeps to himself, just chills with his friend group. He's got some limited mobility, think probably leg braces and cane on his bad days + some chronic pain (remember, kids, young people can have pain too!)

At home though, he's got a pretty tough life. His family's super wealthy, but his mom remarried this really awful guy after his dad died and well, she's an alcoholic, he's an alcoholic and an abusive son of a bitch, and, speaking of sons, his son's very violent too. So. Totally awesome for Charles, right? Anyways. He stays away from home as much as he can, with his sisters, Raven and Cassandra. Usually he can be found studying at the Juice Net cafe.

Well. One day, Cain, Charles's stepbrother, pays Erik to work on his boat because Erik's got a little bit of know-how and the boat has mysteriously stopped working.

Cain, being a bitch, pushes the broken boat (with Erik on it) out to sea, laughing at him with his friends. Erik drifts a little bit, hoping to get away from them before trying to swim to shore (he can sorta swim, but it's awkward and definitely something they'd try to embarrass him about), but he's soon waved down by that one kid from school he sorta recognizes. The guy throws him a rope and he manages to get back to shore.

"Sorry about him," Charles says.

"It's fine."

"No, really, it isn't. I'm sorry. Cain's a total arse." Then he smiles, and sticks out his hand. "I'm Charles, Charles Xavier."

"Erik. Lehnsherr."

"Nice to meet you, Erik." Charles then asks if Erik's up to anything right now, if maybe he'd want to hang out?

Erik smiles, and then says that he might just be able to fix this boat up, if Charles wants to go sailing.

So that's what happens. Whatever was wrong with the boat was some minor fix, and soon they're out on the open ocean.

...And they run out of fuel.

They decide to use the last of it to at least get to land, the closest place being this weird old island called Mako. And when they get there they kinda go exploring looking for wifi. Charles, who's having a not-so-great leg day, is kind of struggling with the trails and the climbing without his cane, and at one point he trips....

...and falls right down into a cave.

Erik, not wanting to abandon his new friend, comes down after him. ("why did you come down!? you could've thrown me a rope!" "oh, what, like I was going to leave you here and go all the way back to the boat?")

Anyways, they sit around in the cave for a while, kinda stressed out but also weirdly just... fine. They're on a little bit of an adventure, and the island is so solitary and removed from society, and it's just them, talking, getting to know each other... it feels strangely intimate and strangely peaceful.

Soon, though, it's night, and both boys are kinda a little panicked. Charles is like, we should swim out, and Erik's like, fuck no, I just started learning to swim two months ago and that's too risky for me.

They decide charles should try to go first, and after he makes it and comes back erik gets in to try too...

only for the moon to rise, and the water to start sparkling. They both think it's a trick of the light, try to dismiss it, but are thouroughly freaked out and swim away as fast as they can (erik makes it!) and the coastguard (alerted by Cassandra who was like why the fuck isn't my dumb brother back home yet it's late). And they're saved!

the next day, while showering, Erik finds himself falling to the floor. With a mermaid tail.

It happens to Charles, too, and they meet up to discuss it. They decide that this is going to be their secret, and they're going to have to learn how to live with it.

Anyways. That's the premise. As they grow closer, obviously something a little more begins to form... When Erik gets all caught up in some poacher's nets and Charles saves him and they have this moment, they kind of realize, woah, we might be... a little more than friends. Or a lot more. So that leads to them having another secret because welp early 2000s here.

genuinely have no plot ideas yet after this but here's some other random details:

Charles wants to go into marine biology

he loves sharks. Erik originally hates them, but then once they're mermen charles gets him to pet a shark and they make friends with it and then when Charles compares his smile to the shark erik is henceforth known as shark boy.

Erik's mom died and he ran away from his abusive step father (i think we can all guess who it is (kevin bacon)). literally just bought a plane ticket to australia with a bunch of cash he stole from shaw and booked it outta there. he's like 17 so he managed to find some work and like a shack to live in in burleigh heads

He does not want Charles's charity. this does not stop charles from covering the bill every time they eat somewhere. He swears he just does that anyway and that he likes costing kurt money. Erik can't argue with revenge.

Cassandra and Raven eventually find out about the merman thing. Then the gay thing. They're cool about both, mostly because Cass has secretly been a lesbian for a good while now and both she and raven now really really really want mermaid tails too.

I honeslty think it would be funny if the majority of Charles's friends are not only secretly closeted gay people, but also a few of them are also secret mermen/maids. Just like, also had the mako island experience and have been dutifully hiding it for who knows how long.

Severely australian Charles. what do we think. (erik... noarr?)

okay i'm tired going to bed hope you enjoyed this healthy dose of cherik-ified nostalgia

[duke-daemon]

hazbin hotel redesigns wooooooooo

okay so. i'm gonna discuss my thoughts about them n shit, putting under a readmore bc it's gonna get long and rambley. sorry in advance for the shit formatting, i'm on mobile </3

just some general shit about how i would rewrite it. i think the premise of redeeming sinners is entertaining but is executed horribly. i also am a fan of the "heaven isn't great either" idea but again, executed horribly. i'd make the hierarchy of angels more accurate because it's cool as hell and i have autism about it. the characters from hell would swear still (albeit not as much), but the angels would outright refuse to swear or make vulgar jokes ever. this would be partially to further the gap between heaven and hell and make the differences more stark.

hell would also be more like dante's inferno (again because i think its cool). the ars goetia would get a full redesign and would be more prevalent in demonic society.

now for the characters!

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VAGGIE VALTIEL:

starting off with vaggie, or Valtiel as i've renamed her because let's be honest her original name sucks. Valtiel (Val for short) was an aspiring power angel who wanted to be an exorcist. she looked up to lute and thought the idea of killing demons was really cool and badass. however when she actually was on the field for the first time she discovered how awful this actually was. she tried to help a few demons but lute figured it out and felled her right then and there. the rest of her story is relatively the same. personality wise she's more stoic and less prone to all-out aggression. she still get angry, sure, but it's in a quieter and more menacing way. you DO NOT want to fuck with Valtiel.

CHARLIE:

next up is charlie! i had two ideas for her. the first one (unsettling drawing) has her as a mannequin/doll type demon. lucifer and/or lilith was unable to conceive and as such they built a kid from scratch. she's overall similar to og charlie personality wise, very kind and cheerful despite her unsettling appearance. she struggles with empathy sometimes but really does mean well. her motive for rehabilitating sinners is so they get to see their family again. being able to see heaven from where they are in hell must make them sad, so she wants to help make them happy again!

the second idea for charlie has her as an angel. specifically i casted her as a dominion angel due to their reputation as holy judges. she was once a demon but has been rehabilitated and has risen into angelhood! she now wants to help her former kin do the same and redeem themselves in heaven's gaze. again, similar cheery personality, but a bit more prudish in this rendition

tangent time!

as a side tangent, valtiel and charlie would have a different relationship in this rewrite. their relationship felt shoehorned in in the original show, like it was just there for the hell of it. we didn't see much development between them and it just felt kinda bland. so in my rewrite, charlie and valtiel are amiable exes. they tried dating when valtiel first fell (when charlie was still a demon in the charlie-angel version) but realized their feelings for each other were much more platonic than romantic. they ended things off on good terms, deciding they were much better as friends. they are still besties to this day! later charlie ends up with emily (or 'ellie' as i plan to rename her)

back to the characters

Alastor:

note: i made alastor mixed-race, which could be seen as bad by some due to vivzie saying he's black. however, as many have pointed out, he has no ethnic features whatsoever and i honestly wouldn't be surprised if she said that just to get away with using voodoo symbols (a closed religion) in his imagery/design. like viv, i am incredibly white and have little to no knowledge of voodoo, and even if i did i would not use it for something like this anyways due to the stigma the religion already has and (again) it being a closed practice. as such i removed it from his concept altogether, but made him mixed race (white passing) because.. why not i guess, i forgor my actual reasoning

with that being said...

alastor is by far my favorite of the redesigns and i'm honestly tempted to turn him into a legally distinct oc. i imagine he's somewhat reserved, along the lines of norman bates albeit a bit more extroverted. during his life he was a serial killer with a day job as a radio announcer. he took pleasure in reporting about his own murders on the radio, but that is eventually what got him caught (ie accidentally letting slip info that wasn't released to the public). as a result he was sentenced to death. upon arriving in hell, he quickly rose through the ranks to borderline overlord status and is a feared presence by demons and sinners alike. why is he bothering to assist in the hotel project? who knows... his motives are a mystery, like the rest of what he does

(he isn't actually alastair crowley i just thought the naming convention was ironic. however he may have also dabbled with satanic magic in lifetime..)

Angel Dust:

TW: brief discussion of SA

this is definitely my second favorite redesign. i loooove insect themes and wanted to do more than just Extra Arms, so he now has fucked up legs and a lot of eyes too! story-wise, angel used to be a criminal mastermind, hated by both the mafia and the feds. he was a gentleman thief, arranging massive heists under the cover of night while also partaking in the occasional drag show. he ended up a cocaine addict later in life, which caused his work to become sloppier. eventually he was killed in a heist gone wrong, specifically shot by the police.

i'm not gonna go too in-depth on the SA part of his story, but he is hypersexual due to being assaulted in both his life and afterlife. it would be something he'd be working on in the rewrite. his reason for coming to the hotel in the first place may have even been for help with this trauma. underneath his sultry exterior is a broken guy who really just needs someone to care about him for who he really is and not for what his body can do.

LUTE:

so lute and adam are some of the characters i have the most gripes about. the biggest one being why viv chose adam as the leader of the exorcists in the first place. if she wants a biblical figure tied to demon killing, Archangel Michael is RIGHT THERE, aka the one destined to kill satan during the events of Revelations. if she wants the first human to die, that would be Abel, not Adam. and i kinda doubt abel would want to do the stuff that HH!adam has been doing. if she wants an angel related to torture, Dumah is her guy! an angel that rules over wicked souls and tortures sinners every day except sabbath. so many better options...

with that out of the way, Lute is still the lieutenant of the exorcist, who are a specially chosen group of powers sent to purge hell once a year. think navy seals. she's pretty much the same as in the show, albeit more muscular and visually different from other exorcists (seriously why do they all look exactly the same?????) she's a very repressed lesbian who hasn't had time to work on that due to her duties

i also redesigned the exorcist uniform/armor because those LED purge masks are fugly as hell and their clothes don't even look remotely like armor.

Adam + Final Thoughts

i did start a redesign of adam but got bored of it. regardless, i think he'd be the head of C.H.E.R.U.B. instead of the exorcists. he doesn't want his children to make the same mistakes he and eve did, so together they started C.H.E.R.U.B. to help lost souls stay out of hell

final thoughts uhhhh i'm tired. show sucks, it had so much potential but viv ruined it by being a shitty writer and an even shittier person. the designs are fine i guess but they all look exactly the same and are in desperate need of variety. the humor is dogshit, saying dick and balls and penis over and over and over again doesn't make it any funnier than the first three times you made that joke. anyways that's it, i hope you liked my inane ramblings. gonna go vanish for another forty years or so, adios

[goldensunset]

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