#tw bombing mention

[mellometal]

(I'm going to edit this with added links to resources ASAP. I just don't have all of them saved at the moment. I'm sorry. [Update: I'm gonna just reblog this post with resources. I was trying to edit this post with resources, but the connection was wonky.])

I wanted to make sure I got everything I needed to say in a way that's easy for everyone to understand. I'm gonna be honest, I was genuinely unaware of what has been happening in the world until about a week ago or so due to things going on in my personal life that needed my immediate attention. I've also been struggling a lot, but that's not important right now. Because I was unaware of what was going on in the world currently, I did research to educate myself, watched a lot of videos about it, shared a ton of content about it, am currently in the process of reaching out to representatives all over the United States to get the President to call for a ceasefire, and I've been trying to start the conversation with people I know in real life.

Don't try to use what 1sra3l is doing to Palestine, Gaza, Congo, and Sudan as an excuse to be antisemitic or Islamophobic. Do not try to justify 1sra3l killing innocent people in any way, shape, or form. I don't tolerate people who stand for genocide. Nothing justifies killing innocent people. Tigray, Puerto Rico, Hawai'i, Ukraine, and Northern Ireland are some more oppressed nations, to give some more examples.

Many of the people in Palestine and Gaza have had their homes, schools, hospitals, businesses, and so on destroyed due to 1sra3l bombing them. They're watching their own people die. They're digging through slabs of broken concrete to find their missing loved ones. They're putting the dismembered body parts of their loved ones in bags. They don't have clean drinking water. They don't have electricity. They're getting WORMS from having to drink water that's not suitable for consumption. Food is scarce and very expensive. People are dying from starvation, not having clean drinking water, and the inability to access adequate medical care due to extremely limited resources. Doctors are having to perform life-saving procedures without any type of sanitation, anesthesia, or any type of pain relief to give to the injured. They're performing procedures on the hospital floor and in the streets. They're now having to choose who's worth saving, watch victims die, and then move on to the next. The animals that are still alive are having to resort to eating blown off body parts of DEAD PEOPLE. This is just SOME of the things these people are going through.

There's also war going on in Congo and Sudan. Tigray is still suffering from the genocide on their people, even after the peace agreement in 2022 between Ethiopia and Tigray. Big tech companies are enslaving children in Congo by forcing them to mine for coltan. Millions of Congolese people are being killed. Many Tigrayans are still displaced from their homes, parts of Tigray are still being held captive, and school hasn't started for many children there because so many people are having to resort to living in school buildings or in tents. This is all just the tip of the iceberg and from what I found doing some quick research.

To top that off, President Biden is refusing to ceasefire on Palestine and Gaza. HE'S SENDING MORE MONEY TO 1SRA3L INSTEAD. 1SRA3L, UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW, SHOULDN'T EVEN BE DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING. THEY'VE BROKEN SO MANY LAWS UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW. THE AMOUNT OF LAWS THEY'VE BROKEN UNDER INTERNATIONAL LAW IS ACTUALLY SCARY. MULTIPLE PEOPLE IN CONGRESS HAVE BEEN TRYING TO SILENCE ANYONE (specifically they have been trying to silence Rashida Tlaib, the only Palestinian-American in Congress) SPEAKING OUT ABOUT THE WAR CRIMES BEING COMMITTED AND FUNDED WITH AMERICAN TAX DOLLARS. Oh, but Biden had all the time in the world recently to visit grieving families here in the United States who have lost loved ones due to the rampant gun problem in this country that STILL isn't being fixed. That's nice. /s By the way, I'm not criticizing him for visiting grieving families. I'm criticizing Biden for funding the genocide of innocent people instead of putting a stop to it. The civilians in Palestine and Gaza didn't do anything to deserve what they're going through right now. That goes for all oppressed nations.

We might end up in World War III, and that's gonna be a HUGE problem for the United States if we get involved instead of staying out of it. We don't have enough troops for when and IF WW3 happens. I'm not kidding. When NORTH KOREA is saying that what Biden’s doing is fucked up, you KNOW that it's bad. I don't want World War III to be a reality. I don't want that to happen. I want to say that WW3 will never happen, BUT I CAN'T. History WILL keep repeating itself.

As far as boycotts go, the list of brands that have ties to 1sra3l is overwhelmingly long and the brands that have no ties to 1sra3l and support Palestine are small in comparison. However, the big three to focus on boycotting are McDonald's, Starbucks, and Disney. They're the companies who contribute the most money to horrific shit like what I mentioned here.

I keep seeing many people leaving disabled people out of the conversation and it's irritating because disabled people exist all across the globe. For disabled people, boycotting many of these things that I haven't even listed here may be more difficult, if not impossible, for them to do for a variety of reasons (mainly medical). Obviously I'm speaking in a general sense. It all depends on the person. Reason why I'm bringing this up is because I saw a few medication brands on the boycott list. I've seen people say to just get the generic brand of their medications, but that might not be an available option for them, depending on their insurance.

I don't eat at McDonald's much anymore (actually haven't eaten there much if at all for years), I don't have a Disney+ subscription, and I rarely get Starbucks anyway...so it's personally not a huge loss. There are better things to watch. There are better places to eat at that are more Pescatarian friendly. There are also better places to get myself a blended coffee made with almond milk and extra fixings if I'm feeling fancy. I know there are people in food deserts, in financial strain, and have accessibility issues. I'm not talking about them.

When and if you can, shop and eat out locally. I'm sure they'd love the business! It also helps boost your town's local economy! If this isn't a viable option for you due to financial difficulties and/or accessibility issues, do what you gotta do that's the most sustainable for you, your family, your animals, and whatnot. Meaning if the only grocery store you have in your area is Walmart or it's the only place that's affordable, you're not evil for getting your groceries there. Because we're all struggling right now, myself included. Also, for anyone that's going to suggest a dollar store or a food bank, not everyone has a dollar store or food bank in their area, or has easy access to either of those things. The one thing I will say is do your best to be mindful of the things you buy.

For all my fellow American followers, Canadian followers, followers in the UK, and Australian followers, call and email your representatives and demand a ceasefire if you haven't already. This is especially for my fellow American followers. Call and email President Biden and Vice President Harris. CALL THE WHITE HOUSE. If you're going to a protest, be safe, be respectful, cover up anything identifiable on you, try to go in a group if you can, and all that good stuff. Sign petitions! Donate if you can.

There's so much shit going on, and I think I've discussed enough of it here. It's gotten way too long. Sorry if I missed anything. I wanted to at least cover the big stuff.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My town got nuked and they still made us go to school, and when we tried to leave, they just fucking shot us.

[coffeelovinggayidiot]

Listen, y'all outside of the Israel/Palestine situation can have whatever opinions you have, but as someone who woke up at 7am by the sounds of sirens and who has friends and family living in the danger zone, I honestly don't give a shit, and no other israel or palestinian gives a shit either over what some dumb fuck on the internet who's never experienced war or even been in a bomb shelter has to say. I pray that my palestinian friends are safe, and that they will suffer as little as possible. People on both sides are DYING. You can have your bullshit, experienceless opinion all you want, but fact is people here are suffering, and you, person getting angry and writing shitty tumblr posts, are not.

Go to hell, people are dying and you making anti-semetic/anti-palestinian post is helping no one but your pathetic ego

Edit: there's were just attacks where I live (which is considered safe) and I'm gonna be completely honest, I'm terrified, for both sides. PLEASE if you're in Palestine/Israel dm/reblog/comment to let me know your ok. We need to support each other through this. This is going to cause us all so much trauma, and we need to hold each other's hands.

[the-broken-pen]

Hey hey

Could you perhaps write a snippet where the building hero is in, gets bombed? Its bombed as an assassination attempt to get them, however the people in that building die and hero, succumbed to their injuries couldn't save everyone of them. At last they watched the last ambulance left without them, even as they called for help

Villians villa is just few kilometres away

Thankfu hero's legs aren't broken

They begin walking

The problem? Vil is way to composed and prim and perfect to let all of hero's blood get on their expensive carpets and fabrics. They could even be mad at the hero for reddening their porch if they hero stood their asking for bandages. What now? And the fight the two had yesterday that ended with "never see me again" and "don't ever talk to me"s.....vil was stopping hero from attending the event the building....

Will vil help them? They can just ask for bandages and leave.

What hero doesn't know: vil would literally destroy the world for hero, and there's no way in hell are they leaving hero on their doorstep.

(Anon you were cooking with this ask, thank you!)

The hero realized the building was going to explode a split second before it did, which wasn’t enough time to do anything other than brace.

They tensed, and there was a horrible screeching of metal and brick, followed by a deafening silence that covered them more completely than the rubble did.

The hero coughed once, weakly, pain rocketing through their chest, and shoved a piece of concrete off themself.

From somewhere else in the building, a soft, terrified wail began, broken around desperate sobs.

The hero coughed again, hand rising to their ribs. They didn’t have the energy to be surprised when their fingers came back coated in blood and dust. They grimaced at it, struggling to their feet–

And oh, god. That hurt.

The hero had a surgery once, the kind that resulted in bandages and a care regime and a set of stitches, and when they had woken up in the recovery unit, it had felt sort of like this. A moment of loopy half-awareness, and then a pain that had knocked the breath out of them, hands clenching into the sheets as a nurse tried to figure out if they needed more medication. 

This was worse. Their vision swam, and they blinked it back with a hiss.

Because someone, somewhere in the wreckage, was crying. And if one person was crying, it meant there was someone who survived. Which meant it was likely there were other survivors–ones too hurt to make any noise, ones knocked unconscious, ones still too shocked to do anything other than lay there–and it was the hero’s job to find them.

It took them far too long to locate the source of the crying. Longer to dig them out, vision going white as the person slammed into the hero’s chest in some facsimile of a terrified hug.

“You’re okay,” they managed, voice like gravel. “It’s okay. I’m going to get you out, and you’re going to be just fine. Were you with anyone?”

And then again, and again, and again.

The hero panted, hands on their knees as their body fought them in an attempt to just collapse onto the concrete below. They just–they just needed a minute. Just one, maybe, and then they could–

This time, the hero wasn’t even aware of it before it happened.

The remains of the building shook, then disintegrated into itself in a plume of dust and rock. The hero shielded their eyes with one hand, blinking against the onslaught.

What little air they had managed to get stuttered out of their lungs in something close to a sob. They had done this enough times to know there wasn’t anyone in that building left alive. 

They sagged down against the nearest thing–more rubble, maybe? They didn’t know–and this time when they rested a hand on their side, there was a considerably larger amount of blood.

“That’s…not great,” they said, and their fingers blurred in front of them slightly. There was an ambulance right there. Just a couple feet away. They had already helped most of the survivors, so maybe it would be okay for the hero to–

A paramedic rounded the back of the ambulance, and the hero lifted a hand, reaching–

“Please, wait, I think–I think,” it hurt coming out of their mouth, “help. Please I need–” they trailed off as the paramedic took the step up into the ambulance.

And closed the door behind them.

The hero wasn’t even that surprised when the ambulance began to drive away.

“Help,” they finished weakly, then sucked a breath in through their nose.

They were supposed to be good at this kind of thing. Surviving, no, thriving in catastrophe. A pillar of light. The one with the plan. 

The kind of being that didn’t beg for help on the ground.

The hero wasn’t entirely sure how they managed to get themselves back to standing. It was as easy as that–one moment they were on the ground, gravel embedded in their knees, and the next they were up and shaking but they were up.

“If I stay here, I’ll die,” they murmured. They had hoped maybe the threat would keep their legs from buckling again. It didn’t.

They weren’t near any place that could be trusted. There wasn’t a safe clinic for heroes on this side of the city, and even if there was, the hero wouldn’t trust them. Couldn’t afford to.

But as for near…the hero swallowed the nausea as it rose in their throat. There was one place they could go. One person they could go to.

Four miles. They could do four. There was no other option.

Where the hero had had some blurry recollection, or at least, a good guess of how they got to standing, they had absolutely no clue how they made it onto the villain’s porch. They managed a blink, retching slightly as they stared at the villain’s wavering door, then had to freeze just to bite down the pain that had come from the gagging.

They tried to knock and ended up collapsing against the villain’s door, knees giving out entirely as their fingers scrabbled for purchase and left behind smeared bloody marks on the wood.

They weren’t entirely sure how that happened either, or how long it took the villain to answer the door. Just that it hurt—so, so much, it hurt so–and that they managed to shove themself back into some semblance of standing right before the villain pulled the door open.

The villain’s face did a sort of spasming thing as soon as they saw the hero, jaw dropping slightly in what the hero could only really read as shock.

There was a very considerable amount of blood on the door. They were cold.

“I–” the hero tried, but they weren’t really sure where they had been going with that sentence, and after yesterday and the screaming and the fight the villain probably didn’t want to see them at all, didn’t want to ever see their face again, so–their mind blanked. “I got blood on your door.”

They tried to gesture towards it, but that hurt, so their hand simply twitched slightly from where it hung by their side.

They glanced down at their feet, because they didn’t want to see what the villain’s face was doing, especially if what it was doing was anything resembling anger.

“Oh.” There was blood at the hero’s feet. “And on your porch, too, I guess.”

They looked up at the villain, but they were still staring at them, brow furrowed, hand clenching on the doorframe.

“I’m sorry.”

There was a very faint quiver of tears when they said it, and the hero knew better than to hope the villain didn’t catch it. 

Were they saying sorry for the porch or the door or yesterday–

“Holy shit,” the villain finally breathed, and it sounded like it had been punched out of them. The hero froze, panic rising in their chest.

“I’m sorry,” the hero blurted out, stammering. “I’m–I’m so sorry, I’ll go, just–could I maybe have some bandages? Just–just one, maybe, please? I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” they said uselessly, head swimming. They couldn’t even remember what they were doing here. The villain was perfect in every sense of the word, stoic and proper and collected in a way the hero would never be; a marble statue brought to life. The idea of them letting the hero–the personification of a train wreck in motion–in to bleed all over the villain’s soft carpet and nice shoes and cause irreparable damage to their very expensive house was almost laughable. 

If they had had the breath to laugh.

More of the hero’s blood dripped onto the slats of the porch, and they stepped back. “I’m sorry–”

The villain reached for them, and the hero flinched, taking it for the dismissal it was–

The hero blinked, and it stuck for a moment too long as the world tilted, and when they pried their eyes open again the villain was staring at them with something the hero was too out of it with pain and possibly delirium to identify. Their gaze drifted back to the blood smeared on the door, and the villain’s grip tightened on the hero’s bicep–when had they grabbed the hero’s bicep?–until the hero’s gaze returned to theirs.

The villain said something, but there was a roaring that had started up in the hero’s ears. They seemed to take the uncomprehending blink the hero gave them in return for an answer anyways, and guided them down until they were both sitting on the cool wood. A tug, and the hero was resting against their own propped up knees, villain’s hand still firm on their arm.

“How much blood did you lose?”

It was like screaming underwater, the hero reasoned. Or through a mirror. But they heard it nonetheless, and that was their villain, and even in hatred and war they would always answer them.

“Was ‘supposed to be counting?” If they had any more energy–or maybe slightly more blood–in their body, the slur to their own words would have been concerning.

The villain’s lips pursed into a thin line, and the hero felt them begin to run an assessing hand over their injuries, cataloguing them, brow furrowing further with every second.

“M’sorry,” they managed, tongue thick. The villain didn’t pause.

“For what?”

“Bleeding on your door,” they managed. The villain stopped them from raising their head from their knees. “And your–porch.”

“I don’t give a shit about either of those things,” the villain said, simply, easily. Like it was nothing. Like they didn’t feel the weight of it as they threw it into the air.

The villain sat back on their heels, clearly having learned what they wanted from the hero’s injuries.

When the hero didn’t immediately look at them, the villain grabbed their chin, gently turning it until the hero faced them.

“How far did you walk,” they said slowly, and the hero had never been more grateful for anything in their life.

“Four miles,” the hero said, and they couldn’t hear their own voice above the roaring, but the villain obviously could from the way their eyes darkened.

The hero wanted no part in making the villain angry again–I never want to see you again, do you hear me? If you ever try to talk to me again I will kill the both of us, I promise you that–, but when they attempted to push themselves up to leave, the only thing they managed was a piteous whine and a stab of pain so intense they forgot to breathe.

“Idiot,” the villain hissed. But oddly, the hero didn’t sense any anger coming from the villain.

They blinked–too long, again–and found themselves in the villain’s arms as they walked through the house. Their head lolled back onto the villain’s shoulder, and the villain glanced down as if–to make sure the hero was okay. That they were conscious, and breathing.

Oh.

Oh.

The villain wasn’t angry.

They were afraid. For the hero.

Which didn’t make any sense, because–

I never want to see you again–

“You’re mad at me,” the hero reasoned, and it came out half strangled and petulant. The villain looked down at them, and the hero caught the tiniest flinch in their jaw.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“That’s not what you said yesterday,” the hero whispered, and the villain flinched.

“I wanted to stop this from happening.” The villain settled them onto a bathroom counter, lights flickering on as the hero leaned back against the mirror. Blood began to dry, sticky, between their fingers.

The hero’s mouth went dry, and it caught in their throat when they tried to swallow it.

“You could have just left me there.” Their voice only shook a little bit, but the villain’s head still snapped up from where they had been digging through a drawer.

“What?”

“On the porch,” the hero clarified, clearing their throat. The lump didn’t go away, and they had begun shaking at some point, and they couldn’t stop. “If you didn’t want to deal with me you could have just left me there–”

The villain’s face had darkened into something the hero almost didn’t recognize. 

“I would burn the world for you, and you think I would leave you to die on my porch?”

“You said you didn’t want this to happen.”

“No, that’s not–” the villain rubbed a hand over their brow, and the hero winced at the blood it left behind. “No. No, that’s not what I meant. I was trying to keep you from going to that stupid event and getting hurt. I knew it was going to blow.”

“I would have gone anyway.”

The villain stilled. “I thought maybe if you never wanted to see me again, and you knew I was there…”

“I would,” the hero repeated. “Have gone anyway.”

The hero watched as the villain’s face rippled through a dozen emotions, settling onto something unidentifiable.

“Why?”

“Because you were there,” the hero said easily, shrugging one shoulder. Because when it came to the villain, it really was that easy. They could scream, and shout, and hold a knife to the hero’s throat, and the hero would still follow them into hell. That was their villain.

The villain looked like the hero had stabbed them, face draining of color. Their fingers went white around the edge of the counter, as if it was the only thing keeping them upright.

“What,” the villain’s voice was hoarse.

“I went because I was hoping you would be there,” the hero said honestly

“Stop,” the villain raised a hand between them, a shield, voice breaking. They sucked in a breath, then another, like they were trying to keep themself from breaking down onto the tile.

“You would have gone to the event no matter what, just to see me,” the villain said slowly, and the hero nodded

“Yes.”

“Even though I screamed at you?”

“Yes.”

“And told you I hated you.”

“Villain, please–”

“Now you know,” the villain interrupted, voice incredibly soft. “Why I would have never left you on that porch.”

The hero forgot to breathe for a moment, tongue going numb in their mouth. The villain couldn’t mean–

They blinked for a moment too long, and then the villain was standing between the hero’s knees, hand on their chest.

“You love me,” the hero said a moment later.

“Ruinously,” the villain agreed.

“So you–”

“I was trying to save your life,” the villain’s hands were gentle as they began to patch up the hero’s side. “And now I’m saving your life in a new and unanticipated way. But there is nothing you could ever do to stop me from saving your life.”

The hero’s heart clenched. 

“Really?”

The villain caught their chin, eyes boring into the hero’s. They brushed a piece of hair off the side of the hero’s face.

“Really.”

The hero sighed, and the villain caught them as they slumped.

“I thought you hated me,” the hero said, and they hated how raw they sounded. The villain made a choked little noise.

“I’m so sorry.”

The hero sniffed.

“Don’t do it again.”

The villain simply hummed, and smoothed the ends of a bandage down against the hero’s abdomen. The hero could feel their hands shaking.

You scared me.

A second later, their hands settled on either side of the hero’s head, and the villain rested their face into the hero’s hair. They pressed a kiss to the hero’s temple, tension easing from their shoulders.

I’m sorry.

The hero clutched the front of the villain’s shirt between their hands, drawing them closer. The villain went willingly, loose limbed with affection and the rapid draining of terror from their system.

“I would have never left you on that porch.”

The hero had never believed anyone more.

[askbomb]

Cutey baby must go 😔

Zap zap!

*Get un-baby rayed*

*Bomb sits there, at first, he dosent understand what's happening. Then it hits. He falls to his knees, grabbing his chest as he screams in pain, the more his body grows back to its original size, and the way his wings force their way out of his back again. His wings, now bloody. And his back where the wings grew are torn. His ears get their tears and missing chunks, his knee gets its old injury, his stomuch tears open where his wound from the war was, only to almost instantly heal back into a scar. His body burns, his lungs, his head, his back, everything hurts.*

*Bomb lays there on the floor, panting and sobbing silently once his screams fade out, as his body regains his normal size his normal appearance is back once again. It was like gaining his wings for the first time all over again.*

@ask-docm77 (if you wanna do something with this you can but not required)

[lust-for-ultraviolence]

I decided to be evil and make it to where you can only pick one.

[larvabyte]

my bf and i sometimes talk about a crack au where cyrus has court mandated therapy and spends his days playing truck simulator

[a-998h]

Ragnarok

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL!

TRIGGER WARNING FOR MEANTIONS OF DEATH, BLOOD, INJURIES, READER HAVING DEPRESSING THOUGHTS, AND VIOLENCE!

By clicking "keep reading" you have read the warnings and understand them.

Vox's POV

No fucking way. They're going to fight? Oh my god! I laugh at the thought. I mean, these fucking losers can't honestly believe that this plan is going to work? I watch this disaster waiting to happen from the comfort of my viewing room.

"Looks like your little hotel didn't work out so well," I say to myself.

When that stupid smile graces the screen I can't help but cackle.

"Oh Alastor, I cannot wait for you to get FUCKED!" I yell at the glitching screen.

I cackle more and more as I feel my power rush through me. A screen to my left shows the angel kid packing her stuff. Smirking I look closer at the screen.

"Aww, the poor baby isn't sticking around. Perfect," I taunt.

Finally, they'll all die and I'll finally be able to get my hands on the holy brat! I can't help but think of all the leverage and power I can get, I just need to kid and I'll finally take his place!

Reader's POV

I finish packing my things into a backpack. I look around the room, feeling tears well up in the corners of my eyes. Am I afraid? Yes, but what am I afraid of ? Am I scared of being with someone I barley know but somehow knows me or Am I scared at the thought of the people who've become my family dying? Both... I think I'm scared of both.

"Well, guess I better get going," I mumble to the rubber duck version of me.

Making my way downstairs let's me hear the sounds of the cannibals and the others training for the fight. I see Niffty chasing some rats and Sir Pentious, in a military uniform from about the 1800s, slithering out the door with Niffty following behind with her catch.

Running my hands down the polished wood of the banister, hearing the muffled sound of my shoes moving amongst the carpet, the smell of apples that came following Lucifer, and dim lights. It brings me to tears, thinking of how this whole place could be a pile of rubble by tomorrow. Running down the stairs I see Niffty running towards Angel with a dagger Charlie handed her.

"So, I guess this is it?" I ask Charlie.

She doesn't say anything for a moment, then her face drops to worry. She asks me what I'm still doing here and I say I just wanted to say goodbye but she's not having it as she says I have to leave. I see Vaggie face the cannibal army, saying there's only 24 hours left before the Extermination.

"But," I attempt to say before getting cut off by Vaggie.

She starts pushing me towards the street, telling me to run to Ms.Carmilla's mansion. I try to move but my feet are lead and my heart is a time bomb. Vaggie is angry and I'm terrified. Tears rain down in drove as I keep trying to run so I can be safe. I'm afraid but my body has shut down. I hate this! I hate this so much!

Vaggie gives up and I just drop to the ground in grieving defeat. The pavement feels cool, almost comforting in a fucked up sort of way. I'm gonna die.... I'm gonna die all over again. A depressed cackle escapes my throat at the thought. Clutching the backpack does nothing to reduce the ache in my body as I try to stand. Looking towards the heavenly sky structure makes my blood boil.

I want to scream, swear, break things, hurt the stupid fucking angel who caused this mess and those stupid hypocrites and! Voices and figures blend together as I feel my heart poolund and my body start to shake as if my flesh is trying to break my bones.

A voice becomes clear, a kind, female voice I've grown to love. Looking back through blurry vision I see Charlie armed with Alastor's microphone. I can clearly hear what she's saying. As I manage to find enough strength to pull myself to my feet I walks closer to the crowd so I can hear her.

"I want you all to know... that getting to know you has been the biggest honor of my life," Charlie says.

The tears return as a mix of joy and sadness swirl together in my mind. I know they want me to be safe, but I can't let my new family be alone. I remember the powers I was messing with on the side, they're imperfect but they could do enough to aid the fight. My eyes sting as I wipe my tears while joy-sadness mix gives way to determination.

I listen to Charlie's speech, hang on every word says he declares that she's seen the good in all of us and that she loves us.

"Live tonight however you want because," "we're all going to die!" Niffty interrupts with her signature maniacal laughter.

The hopeful mood is throughly ruined and Vaggie does her best to try and salvage it before offering drinks.

I'm sitting in a corner, watching as Sir Pentious and the others make a toast. They don't notice I'm sticking around, so does that mean if I die tomorrow, they wouldn't notice? Looking up I see Alastor and Niffty chatting while looking over the bar, and I watch as it looks like those two start having a contest for the most evil laugh.

Turning back I see Husk and Angel having a nice conversation. Despite the looming angelic death that will come with the morning, the air is light and cheerful. I hear Angel ask Husk for a drink and Husk getting Angel said drink.

I watch as Sir Pentious tries and fails to confess his feelings to Cherri as Vaggie pulls Charlie away from the scene. As I see him run off I chuckle slightly and then I see Angel tell Cherri something that makes her look into space with a smile.

"Hey, bambino," I hear Angel call out.

Looking over at him I see his third hand waving me over. Finally moving from my corner I make my way over to him and Cherri. He hands me a glass... It's the special juice that Husk served me on my first week here. I look back up at Angel, who looks down at me with a soft smile.

"We can't force you to go. Just know, that whatever happens... we love ya. You understand, bambino?" He says softly.

I nod and he smiles wide. He makes a toast to me, getting Husk and Cherri involved too. I laugh and down my juice while Angel downs whatever Husk made for him and Husk chugs a bottle of something.

***

Narrator's POV

Adam and Lute are hyping up the exorcist angels, championing the slaughter of everyone in the hotel with sadistic glee along with pffering the equivalent of $1 million dollars for the head of Vaggie. The exorcists cheer with sadistic glee before Adam keeps talking.

"And, for double the amount of Heaven bucks if you bring me the angel kid alive," Adam offers.

The exorcists pause, a bit confused. Adam let's out an annoyed sigh and pulls out a poorly done sketch of Reader. The exorcists are still confused and Lute sighs. She pulls out a picture she paid a cherub in overalls and a yellow shirt to take. Adam snatches the picture and holds it up.

The exorcists make noises of murderous agreement and with that, Adam flies into the sky and opens a golden portal in the sky above the hotel. They flew down, the battle was here...

Reader's POV

*This is where things get bloody, so beware*

Holy shit! I grasp the dagger I was given. There are so many! They descended like falcons as our make shift army charged. When contact was made the reaction was instant, merciless, and without fear as a shield of black and green magic swirled around the hotel trapping a portion of the angels with the others crashed into it like birds to glass. Golden fluid decored the shield and ground in a bloody display of emotion. I hear Alastor's cackle from the roof as his tentacles take up arms.

"Oh, shit, shit!" I scream as an angel reaches to grab me.

Stabbing their hand leaves them open long enough for a cannibal woman to plant and ace in their skulls, releasing a fountain of liquid gold. I hear explosions in the distance paired with gun fire and cannons as angels and demons litter the group. I get hits where I can but the others are doing most of the heavy lifting.

"Fuck!" I hear Vaggie yell!

Turning towards her voice I see the shield start to crumble away as Adam looms above us with wings of gold. There's a burning, deep in my heart that makes me want to rip his out! This is all his fault! Him, and everyone else born beyond the pearly gates! Tears and sweat rolls down my face in unison, mixing together in tired frustration. I see him fly to the sign but quickly get distracted as more and more angels keep making a grab for me like foxes in a hen house. I hear the sounds of a fight coming from every side of me as I spill golden blood.

As Sir Pentious gives orders, Charlie is apologizing until Vaggie tells her to knock it off. Angel runs off to help one of the egg bois. Soon, the ground shakes as flashes of golden light come from the sky, looking up we all see an unscathed Adam.

"But Alastor was supposed to handle him," I hear Charlie say.

Looking around I see no deer ears or creepy shadows. Charlie and Vaggie seem to put it together too. Tears keep rolling, now from a grief I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I keep fighting off the angels who reach for me but my limbs become more and more like lead.

"Kid, let us help you!" An angel yells.

"Eat shit and die!" I yell back as I pull the dagger through their gloved hands.

They pull away and get attacked with a flying card from Husk. I see Charlie, Vaggie, and Cherri turning to look at something. I follow their gaze and see Sir Pentious's blimp roaring to life, the metal jaws opening up to his super villain weapon. It flies towards Adam, beam charged and reach to wipe this slightly prick out of existence! Mentally cheering I watch the beam aim and then!

A flsh of golden light, and then no more blimp. No flaming debris, mangled snake corpse, egg shells, metal, blood, guts! It's like he never existed. I fall to the group, feeling someone pat my shoulder. Afraid and angry I go to whip around and stab whoever it is, but I see a small head of bright red hair... Nifty. I sob, holding her for a moment when I feel the air get hotter and hotter. Through blurred vision I see a pillar of fire. Razzle, Dazzle, and Charlie emerge with Charlie sporting horns and a bloodlusting aura while Razzle and Dazzle are full on dragons.

I hear his voice in my mind, saying to focus on the battle. Pulling myself up I feel something rip through my veins. Rushing forward I slash at an angel, splitting them open like I was parting the Red Sea. Looking around I notice everything looks kind of smaller. I bring my focus back, turning when I hear a pained roar and watch as Dazzle crashes into the hotel. I go to rush to aid him but I feel someone grab my wrist. Turning around I see an angel so I stab and fight them. They pull me farther from the door, but with each step, each enraged heart beat I see the world get smaller and smaller until I'm able to crush her. I desperately want to fly, but with my skills at this size I'd end up crushing my friends, so I shrink just enough to fly before rushing into the sky.

Vaggies's POV

"Before I take your life, I'm going to tear that other eye out of your face and drag that kid to Heaven, where they belong," the bitch threatened.

"Try it, bitch," is all I have to say.

The fight is fast, with her being just barley better at me. I manage to dodge as she charges me with her sword, getting herself stuck in the wall. She leaps onto me, bashing my face against the table in the parlor. I feel the wet, sticky blood flow from my nose but I manage to grab Alastor's shitty old radio to smack her off me.

Narrator's POV

Seeing Vaggie fighting for her life, Charlie, who is riding Razzle, aims to help but Adam appears and blocks her way before throwing her into the lit hotel sign. Adam thanks her, and as Charlie starts verbally defending the Sinner's she sees as her family and responsible Adam mocks her.

"You should have stayed in your place, girly," Adam taunts.

At that, Charlie becomes enraged and stabs his left side with her trident, the top point enters his forearm, the middle plugging deep into his shoulder, and the bottom entering a small part of the chest. With his left side swekerred on her trident Charlie throws Adam into the sky light glass, the force cracking it. Charlie stands against Adam.

At the same time Lute throws Vaggie and her spear to the floor, stabbing Vaggie's own spear into her hand. Lute taunts Vaggie, calling her weak before saying she'll kill her before grabbing Reader. Lute makes sure to emphasize how every angel will make sure Reader forgets all of Hell. Vaggie, fulled with determination and passion, ripping the spear from her hand before throwing Lute into the destroyed parlor. Letting her wings free she brings down upper level debris onto Lute, trapping her.

Vaggie gives Lute the chance to walk away, to live. Lute just glares with an anger you could never assign a description to. Charlie's pained yells echo through the now silent parlor, causing Vaggie to rush to her aid. Once Vaggie is gone, Lute pushes against a piece of stone debris pinning down her right arm while pulling her body at the same time. A sickening sound of ripping flesh and the cracking of breaking bones is heard as Lute screams.

Reader's POV

I turn towards the roof, hearing Vaggie calling for Charlie. I see Lucifer standing there and I can't help but break into a joyous grin.

"And I am going to fuck you," I hear him say.

Every being in this battle pauses, staring at Lucifer. I can hear Angel's "that's what she said" in my head already. I see Charlie lean closer to him before Adam flies at him and a sky battle starts. Lucifer shapeshifts, taunting Adam with an enjoyment I don't blame him for having. Adam fires off golden light at him and Lucifer just keeps dodging. Then we all watch as Adam uses a golden beam of light to saw the hotel completely in half. My heart stops as it all crumbles into pieces.

"My home..." I mutter to myself as tears attempt to form but my tear ducts are now dried out.

We move out of the way, watching as Adam comes crashing down like a dick shaped falling star. We watch as Lucifer, with Charlie hanging off him, looming over him. For the first time in this would fight, Adam in finally the weak one, the one faced with fear and death! It's cathartic but at this point, I don't fucking care!

Lucifer and Charlie walk away from Adam's crater. I figured Charlie talked Lucifer out of murdering him, which I'm kind of disappointed by but... maybe that'll hurt him more. We watch the crater, looking for an sign of movement or sound. We then watch as Adam drags himself out of crater. Now, I see his real face. Who knew Adam had a soul patch?

Adam starts ranting like a mad man, saying that he's better than us because humanity came from him. It's annoying and kind of pathetic. I notice Angel Dust has one of his guns aimed at Adam, and I'm just waiting for it to be fired.

"You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking loser!" He says before he let's out a low half scream.

Something pointy and covered in his blood comes out from him. In shock we see Adam fall forward to the ground, and a familiar maid is on his back. She stabs him a fee more times before getting off the body and walking over to us, covered in golden blood.

The white haired angel lady runs to Adam's body, flipping him over. We group around her, and I get pushed more towards the back.

"Take your little friends and go home!" Lucifer yells as he spits fire.

She orders the angels to go back to the golden portal. She follows behind after grabbing Adam's halo. Lucifer turns to us and asks who wants pancakes. Me and Nifty both raise our hands, I feel like pancakes and syrup can act as a trauma sponge.

we finally get a goo look at the destruction. Keekee is safe and I see Fat Nuggets run and jump into Angel's arms. I follow the group, seeing the welcome banner buried under rubble and debris. Sir Pentious... I feel his scales touching my shoulders in comfort, member his lisp and crazy fun inventions, the way he'd let me use him as a cooling pad when I got too warm... But he's gone now. It's not fair! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR! Why did he have to die for this?! Why? Why couldn't we get this and Sir Pentious?!

*One Song Later*

The new hotel looks amazing and Alastor is alive! Looking at the shrine to Sir Pentious I sit next to Frank the egg on the ground and open a wing for a hug, holding him close as I'm brought inside by the smell of pancakes.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Okay so y’all know how I talk about the Main Universe just adopting random evil family members from other universes and helping them redeem themselves?

What if the evil dimensions all just decided mutually to become a family and meanwhile all their Evil Plans™️ don’t work together and then they just have that one sweet one in the family they adopted from another dimension and are sheltering from their crimes.

Like one day, Feral Moon is trying to bite a kid’s head off, Evil Sun is trying to kidnap someone from another dimension again, Evil Lunar is trying to blow up an orphanage, Evil KC is working on a way to bomb the daycare for the tenth time. And then, meanwhile, they just have sweet little bean Blood Moon in the corner asking Lord Eclipse for uppies (and of course he caves).

[mistermalaprop]

HEY SO UH WHAT WAS THAT? (the animation was beautiful, im just deeply concerned and intrigued) -Sunsun anon

The video— Oh, yeah, here’s an explanation:

From Sunstorm’s perspective, he is talking about the final battle of the Cybertronian Civil War. The war ended in a Decepticon victory because Sideswipe tried to kill Sunstorm via a missile. He’s in the air and causing destruction, what else could they do? Sideswipe had no choice, even if Sunstreaker pleaded for him to not take the shot. That decision killed hundreds of Autobots and Decepticons, because when the missile hit Sunstorm, it didn’t just explode— it “detonated” Sunstorm.

Sunstorm is radioactive and emits a powerful light that can melt bots with just a touch of his hand. The missile exploding against him reacted to his powers, causing Sunstorm to also explode, much like a nuclear bomb on Earth. Sunstorm is a bigger guy, being a seeker and all that, so the explosion was massive and the blast radius was huge.

Many high ranking officials, soldiers, and medical officers were killed, leaving the remaining Autobots and Decepticons to forfeit the war in the effort to restore the remainders of their planet. And to further elaborate (this does not show up in the video): Sunstorm didn’t die after exploding, but he was taken offline as per his request. More than half of his body was unrecognizable or even lost, his trine was caught in the explosion and were among the hundreds of casualties, and his spark had days before the overcharge dwindled and he would die from spark failure, so he felt there was no purpose for living— he would be taken off life support, being the final fatality of the bomb.

I hope that helps with any confusion, SunSun! (and honestly everyone else that saw that)

[ysaefinn]

no ur right. atomic bomb!reader beating mommy!sugurus ass. what then.

-🎀

Tw: dv (kinda?? Idk we're just playing)

🎀 anon? Is this you by any chance?

Fucking turned the net inside out and couldn't find the artist, and the @ doesn't show me any results if anyone could find the artist pllllzzzz let papa know so I can properly credit them 🙏

Beating the shit out of mommy!sugu.... hmmm one thing's for sure he's not leaving you we've established that already, if anything i think he is just going to try harder to fix you lol, any sugu would do that but mommy!sugu does go about things differently, clearly a spanking wouldn't so much since you're out here beating on him 😭 ultimately he'll just chuck it up to one of your temper tantrums that he's going to take the blame for. If you're this upset then it's bcuz ur hungry or sleepy or feeling neglected or wtv, something HE did, you're his little baby angel you do no wrong, the issue is his care obv.

[zerothisnero]

Back to this Fanbase for a bit hi guys 👋

Anyways Random Bridgekids oc Redo because I felt like she needed one

Tw: Mentions/depiction of bombs ig 🤷

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in my house carrying a watermelon and it had plastic and wire stuck in it and I knew there was a bomb inside so I woke myself up before it exploded.

[colorfulstarfiles]

↳ 💥 GENDEREXPLOSIC .ᐟ.ᐟ

꒰ঌ Associated with explosions, b0mbs and possibly even fire, those who use this may also feel like their identity is always exploding and bursting ໒꒱

➜ alt(s) !! :

➜ 「 optional 」prns !! :

explo/explos/explode/explodeself .ᐟ.ᐟ boom/booms/boom/boomself .ᐟ.ᐟ 💥/💥s/💥/💥self .ᐟ.ᐟ

꒰ঌ coined by colorfulpaintfiles (me) .ᐟ

id : z Z 𐰁 .ᐟ

"DNI IF U ARE:

pro-ship/com-ship/dark-ship, incest (fontcest, dreammare, swadmare, etc), pro/neu/com lolita/shota, endo "sys", "good faith" labels (bi -lesbians, pan lesbian, etc),pro/neu/com endo, pro/neu/com para, nsfw/18+ blogs, racist, homophobes, transphobes, anti-lgbtq+ in general, politics, dream smp, south park, hazbin hotel/helluva boss/viziepop supporter/watcher.

THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR THESE TOPICS/PEOPLE AND NEVER WILL BE !! /SRS"

[lore-gore]

Hazbin Hotel cast as text messages feat my oc Lore Part 8

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

[airasora]

I made a comment on a compilation video with pranks at hair salons.

One of the pranks was a man dressed in stereotypical middle eastern clothes and him throwing a bag into the middle of the room - aka a terrorist attack "prank".

And another one of the pranks was a girl kissing a guy who is blindfolded (it's never explained if she's his girlfriend or even knows him) but then the blindfold comes off and they make him believe a dude kissed him. He was NOT laughing.

I then had the AUDACITY to say that terrorist and SA jokes aren't funny. As you can see, that rubbed some people the wrong way 🤣🤣🤣

Multiple people told me the old classic of "You must be fun at parties" too. I just prefer my humor without war crimes and sexual assault. Personal preference, I guess!