#unused overlord

[megapatty2006]

"Vassago this, vassago that-" WHAT ABOUT MY BOYS HMMM!?!? WHERES THEIR LOVE!?!?

This is a slight redesign I made on another unused Overlord. BUT COME ON, LET COMEDY AND TRAGEDY IN ALREADY

Plus bonus sketch

If anybody cares, maybe I'll do more stuff with these two

[queenlua]

not sure 100% of the author's points bear out but the general observation of "in-store retail has become a nightmare for inscrutable reasons & also it seems like a lot of basic market-correction mechanisms aren't really working to fix it, due to... financialization maybe???" does seem pretty apt

[loregoddess]

love how Mandarin feels like one of the most normal characters, like all of his rapport convos are chill, until you get to his final rapport with Gammel and then it's the most unhinged mix of "fellas is it gay to..." and "you do what now?"

[jyoongim]

I literally kick my feet anytime I see you post your writing is so good. Fuckin biting my nails and screaming !!!!

Mayhaps something with alastor and like stoic reader. Like she’s badass, nothing gets to her and tries so hard to seem dominant (cause she knows compared to alastor she really isn’t). Has never fucked annoyed cause it’s the “I only need myself, I can get myself off” mindset

At one point she ends up getting snippy with alastor and he like grabs her by the throat or something to stop her and she immediately just looses all resolve. It’s viable in her eyes as she quickly goes from defiant and brash to meek and submissive just by something so simple because she’s so unused to the feeling.

Thank you for enjoying my writing🥹🥹🥹 I hope I can continue to give you everything you desire🩷

You took a seat beside Velvette as the Overlord meeting started. She was practically fangirling next to you, sneaking a few pics of you for her socials.

The meeting went as smooth as one could go with a bunch of powerful Overlords. 

You were chatting with Carmilla about business, catching sight of a familiar red demon leaving when Velvette quite literally stole you away, she sported a big grin on her face “Ooh babes, Voxxy wants to know if you’re accepting his dinner invite?”

You wanted to groan. Vox had been quite persistent in trying to gain your ‘affections’. 

You were a relatively powerful overlord. As one of the few female sovereigns, you always made sure to carry yourself with poise and elegance. You got your power on your own, never having to sleep your way to get what you want. And you kept it that way. Your dominant cold personality made sinners shake in fear.  You possessed a great mind for business, able to build or break someone’s business. 

Many sinners would be lucky to have you oversee their management.

And Vox could see you bringing him more money then he could count.

With you under him, he would dominate in sales.

You shook Velvette off, smoothing out your suit. “For the nth time Velvette…no. I am not some power clutch for Vox to try and woo” you growled at her, eyes flashing.  She rolled her eyes “babes you dont know what you’re missing” You rubbed your head as you made your way out the building, trying to ease a migraine coming through.

Your sneer must have still been on your face because you heard a voice teased you

”Frowning doesn’t suit you my dear”

Alastor.

The tall red demon was leaning against a wall, smile ever present.

You felt your eye twitch before quickly regaining your composure, spine straightening and lips pulling into a straight line.

You and Alastor were something like friends. You liked to keep your distance from the Radio Demon, but somehow he always found a way to bother you and keep you close enough for ‘entertainment’. He made you uneasy with how intimidating he was. His ever present smile could make people shit bricks alone and you knew what happened to those who crossed him…

But he didn’t scare you…much.

You growled slightly at his comment, your irritation was blinding the fact that you just barred your teeth at THE Radio Demon.

He tilted his head “trouble in paradise?” he asked sarcastically. If anyone didn’t know, Alastor knew how much you despised Vox.  

”Oh piss off Alastor” you said walking pass him.

You didn’t get far before you found yourself pressed into the building wall.

You blinked, brain catching up to the fact that Alastor had a claw around your throat holding you up against the wall.

You growled out of instinct, eyes glowing and squeezed his wrist “Are You fucking crazy!? Unhan-!” 

 The tightening of Alastor’s hand had your eyes widening.

“Watch your tone darlin’ ”

 your body went slack as a purr escaped your throat.

Alastor chuckled darkly “hahaha oh what’s this? So you aren’t so scary after all”

You blushed immediately.

You weren’t used to being manhandled by anyone. 

You didn’t take orders from anyone.

You were always a force to be reckoned with…

But the way Alastor towered over you, pressing into you, you melted as he established his dominance over you.

A pout formed on your lip as you looked away shyly, feeling small “s-sorry”

Alastor hummed, loosening his grip, favoring to catch your chin with his claw for you to meet his gaze

”that’s a good girl”

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I request Demiurge, Sebas, and Albedo (Overlord) with a Supreme Being reader that's fallen asleep on their lap?

Falling Asleep on Their Laps | Yandere Overlord

As the Flower of Nazarick all the power you have, it has no limits as someone who doesn’t need the rules to thrive it also means you don’t have a real gauge for your energy. Considered more of a divine trainee of a Supreme Being all of Nazarick take it upon themselves to help you in whatever way they can. Especially since Ainz himself prioritizes you so does all of Nazarick and everyone in this world that is graced by your presence. So when you begin to drift to sleep they’ll gladly be your pillow after all what better purpose could they serve to you than the Flower of Nazarick:

Demiurge

“You can count on me, (Y/n).”

With a tail dangerously itching to wag 

he watches as your eyes get heavy and your speech slurs dribble into the soft breaths of a sleeping supreme being

Because of Ainz’s trust in him, he has been tasked with helping you hone your power 

Specifically holding back 

But since you’re so unfamiliar with combat and your limits you were bound to tire yourself out

What was supposed to be a break turns into a full-blown nap 

One that Demiurg will protect with his life 

He’s frankly going to behead whoever enters without it being a guardian or Ainz 

Even the Pleiades aren’t safe

Ainz forbid Yuri or Solution come to retrieve you gathering that you are sleepy by now 

They’ll either have to dodge or endure the force of Demiurge’s tail that meticulously strikes for their mere interruption

This is his time with you

Training or not

He resists the urge to caress your face but he’s not Albedo…

He can resist

“I devoted myself to your rest (Y/n)-sama. I couldn’t bear to disrupt your rejuvenation.”

Sebas Tian

“My Flower…please rest.”

Too many times does he see the unhardened heart you have in contrast to Ainz so it seems

So Innocent 

So untainted he sees why the world they’re in adores the very ground you hover over 

You’re perfect

And he honestly considers himself almost unworthy to have you rest on him

His legs may get tired or even be weighed down by the weight of your head but he would have never given this up

“I’m unworthy but I am your tool oh Flower of Nazarick. Rest easy.”

Albedo

‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA~ My supreme being is sleeping!~'

She refuses to disturb your slumber with words she might want to say 

But that doesn’t stop her other bodily functions

Her wings will flap excitedly 

Her face will be overtaken by her smile

And her body’s temperature will rise exponentially 

She’ll naturally try to use as much of her body as possibly 

Slowly sliding her now ungloved hands on your face

Your nose

Your lips 

This is just perfect!!!!

Her Ainz-sama doesn’t sleep so she never gets this opportunity

But with you, she can almost feel everything

If you’re not a light sleeper it's best to assume she’s exploring you and committing your measurements to memory

If she’s feeling particularly confident she might just take you to her bedroom

Or even better in Ainz’s unused room 

sniffing  your head as she imagines Ainz being with you both

“My Flower~! My (Y/n)~! Ah~! Your slumber is an immaculate gift for me to overindulge!”

[mumifyy]

First request! But could you make a Vox x reader that has Anxiety? :3 Thank you!!

A/N: as a person with severe anxiety, I love this idea 🫶 / First request omg?? 😭

Tw: Anxiety, Overthinking, panic attack, Violence, Valentino (Bros his own warning 😒 I hate that mf sm), Sexual harassment, not proofread.

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“I love you.” Vox x Reader

Part 2 💝

You hummed, Looking through the books on the bookshelf of the hellish library. The shelf’s laced with dust from the lack of interaction. Soon, a book caught your keen eye.

“Overlords for Dummies.” You raised a brow, deciding to open it and scan through the small letters printed into the frail yellow stained paper. Your eyes darted through the length of the page before coming across your Boyfriends name. Your eyes locked onto the word, a soft smile curling onto your delicate lips as you thought of you lover before returning to reading the book. Eventually, you got bored of the book and decided to put it back along with the other dusty and unused books. Deeming the information useless as you already knew all of it. Walking out of the library and opening the doors to see the all too familiar red sky of hell, You wondered what heaven looked like, not that you really cared you were just curious. You walked down the sidewalk peacefully, ignorant demons walking down on the opposite way or the way you were going, all annoyed or picking a fight with eachother which you were used to. Finally, you reached halfway to the VVV tower, your secret home as Vox didn’t want anyone knowing about y oh relationship just yet, worried that it would only put you in danger. And Alastor of course. You walked into the doors of the famous tower only to be met with Valentino. The lust overlord, which you didn’t really like, along with the word of Vox, you avoided only to come face to face to him. He stared down at you, a grin forming on his face before he spoke.

“Ah, Who might you be Cariño? Arnt you just… a pretty little thing.” He spoke in a husky tone, taking your hand and licking it with pink saliva trailing down your small arm as you cringed and looked away uncomfortably. “U-um.” You stuttered, unable to come up with an answer. “Are you looking for work baby? I could make you a star… both of us richer then well.” He slurred with lust in his eyes as you quickly snapped out of your trance and pulled your arm away from him, gulping at the overlords now annoyed expression before he harshly grabbed you face and tried pulling you in for a kiss, licking his lips in anticipation before you pushed him away, tears brimming at your waterline before you darted away, running in whatever direction he wasn’t going.

*You heaved for air, tears already have been spilling from your eyes violently when you were running before. Your back slid on the wall when you sat down, dragging your knees to your chest in your crying state. You began to sob more violently, overthinking that Vox was deem you as a cheater and throw you away for being touched by another man, especially his friend! Or atleast that’s what you thought they were. You didn’t care. “Fuck! No no! I can’t loose him.. what if he hates me?” You gasped for air clutching your chest as your lungs gave out. You coughed and choked on your own tears. “Please no” you chanted out. “I don’t want him to leave me, no please. I don’t want to be left alone. What if he saw? What if I’m in the wrong?” Your eyes began to get blurry to more you cried, as if they weren’t producing tears to flood an entire canyon. Your head felt fuzzy, a headache forming already before you passed out from the lack of oxygen.

You gasped awake, sitting up instantly, your hand flying up to your aching head. Wait where are you? You looked around, noticing you were no longer in the alleyway you were in before. Wait what happened..? Before you could think, someone hugged you tightly. “Oh fuck! Your awake I’m so fucking glad! Are you alright sweetheart? My love? Darling? How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?” You recognized the familiar voice to be Vox, your Boyfriend. “Vox..?” He was nuzzled into your neck before looking up at you with what looked like to be tears. “Yes my love?” He asked with a small sniffle. “What happened?” Vox looked at you before answering. “I don’t know, I was in my office before I saw you on the cameras running while crying so I went to go find you. I’ve been meaning.. to ask who hurt you?” He questioned, his expression still worried but the look in his eyes made you shiver, you knew he was pissed on the inside. “I-..” you stuttered over your words, you didn’t want to ruin Valentino’s relationship with Vox, especially since there were sort of friends in their own way. “Darling please… I won’t be mad I promise my sweet girl.” He comforted you calmly. No.. your acting selfish, but what if your right? Wait what if your wrong and he leaves you? The voices tore you apart. Your thoughts getting more intense as you overthought more about the outcome of your next move. Before you could think about it anymore Bix noticed something on your arm, your sleeves was rolled up with left over salvia from hours before when Valentino licked you. You looked down at Vox as he gently took your wrist in his clawed hand, the look on his digital face changed, now into more violent expression, it scared you. “V-Vox it’s no-“ he cut you off. “I know Baby. Was this Valentinos doing? Did he t-t-t-touch y-y-you?” He glitched. That was not a good sign. “I’m sorry Vox! I didn’t mean to run into him he grabbed me before I could walk away I was just trying to get back into our room I’m sorry please don’t leave me I didn’t know he was the-“ Once again, Vox cut you off with a kiss on your forehead. “Sweetheart. This is not your fault okay? Stop worrying and get some sleep my sweet girl.” You looked at him, hugging him before he later you back down and covered you with a blanket and his jacket to comfort you further before he gave you one final kiss on your nose before walking away, rolling up his sleeves as he did so. You closed you eyes and feel asleep quickly as your woke up, not seeing how deathly angry Vox had became.

“Cut, cut, cut! What the fuck was that?!” Valentino yelled at the “star”. The worker babbling excused before the door burst open, almost blowing the door off its hinges with a furious Vox glaring deathly at Valentino.

Vox glitched violently as he intently glared at Valentino, Valentino’s face turning a bit pale.

“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(“My fucking office now”)

…

“shit.”

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Joint Broadcast (RadioStatic x Reader)

CW: Cheating, Dubcon, brat taming, Anal, double penetration, caught cheating, nonconsensual broadcast Rated: Adult Requested by: @nyx-umbrakinesis Summary: You thought you could have your cake and eat it, too. In this case, your cakes were Alastor and Vox in romantic and sexual relationships. Sure, you didn't disclose your entanglements with the other but what were the odds they would find out? When the unexpected comes to reality, you're left alone with two angry men who could end your existence. They intend to punish you but in the last way you expect…

It wasn’t uncommon for the Overlords of the Pride ring to have personal entanglements. When you’re as powerful as they are, it was hard to trust anyone lower than them to be vulnerable with enough to engage in any meaningful sexual encounters. Well, that was true for most of them. 

Some, like Valentino thrived on the power indifference, seeking out partners he could destroy in a moment. Most of the overlords instead wanted worthy partners, that left slim pickings and even slimmer pickings for someone like you who had an appetite for variety in addition to quality in your lovers. 

That’s how you found yourself balancing two of the most powerful overlords in your free time. You knew you needed to pick one. Having them both, especially in secret and behind the backs of both was a dangerous game that could get you killed if you got sloppy. 

Good thing you were anything but sloppy. Or so you thought. 

Vox sat one of the old unused broadcasting rooms, face to face with the one man he struggled most to be in the same room with. Dust floated through the air, kicked up by the agitated pacing of the tall man dipped in blood red. It sparkled in the old lights as the microphone tip of his cane spun through the air. 

“Both of us?” Alastor asked, not looking toward the screen faced man leaning against the old radio broadcasting panel. Behind him was old set, a remnant of his early broadcasts in hell and the only one he hadn’t updated, yet. “You’re certain it’s not just wishful thinking on your part?” 

“Seriously?” Vox’s claws dug into the broadcasting, gouging through the rusty metal as if it was nothing. 

“I mean no offense, old pal,” Alastor said, laughing. “I simply thought she had better taste than that. 

“I could say the same,” Vox countered, screen glitching momentarily. “She’s with you after all.” 

“My point exactly!” Alastor laughed, taking great joy in the way Vox had walked into the insult. 

“She should be here in a few minutes,” Vox said as Alastor’s ear flicked, catching the sound of her footsteps along the sidewalk. 

“And we’ll have answers.” Alastor said darkly, “Then you’ll know you were nothing but a second best, a fleeting fancy to pass the time.” 

Vox opened his digital mouth to answer only to close it as the doorknob rattled, squeaking as you turned it. Alastor dissolved into shadows, determined make his entrance a grand event.

“Vox?” You called out, voice timid as you stepped through the door. “What is this place?” 

“Come on in, Dollface.” Vox called, screen shining through the dim room, “Lock the door behind you.” 

You shook your hair behind your head and rocked your hips as you walked to Vox. When you were with Vox, you took on a more sultry, forward manner. That was what Vox liked. He would dissolve into puddy in your hands. The way he would whimper as you rode him gave you such a thrill. 

“What is this place?” You asked, looking around as your heels clicked against the tile floors. 

“Old broadcasting studio.” Vox said, wrapping you in his arms as you reached him. He slotted himself behind you, making sure you were right where he wanted you. “From back in the day.” 

“Oh?” You tried to turn, wanting to indulge in the electric kiss of your lover only to be held in place. 

“You see,” Vox said, pointing with his long arm reaching out in front of you, “Right there is where I filmed and broadcasted my early shows.” 

“And what was the rest of the room used for?” You whispered, looking around as best you could only to have your blood run cold as shadows morphed and liquified, a man who’s form you were also intimately familiar with rising up from them. 

“Why, my dear,” Alastor cooed, “It was my broadcasting room.” 

“Alastor?” You tried to jerk from Vox’s arms only to be held tightly in place.

“Ha! Can you believe there was a time when TV and Radio worked together?” Alastor laughed, yellow smile glowing under the warm lights. 

“We had gotten along pretty well, back in the day,” Vox added. “We shared pretty damn well, didn’t we?” 

“Indeed,” Alastor cooed, stepping closer. “We used to share our toys well, but now?” 

“Not so much,” Vox finished for Alastor. “But someone decided to make us share anyway.” 

“Didn’t even bother telling us,” Alastor added, standing directly in front of you now. He booped your nose with the red backing of his microphone. “What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“I didn’t think you’d find out.” You tried to keep your head held high as you forced yourself to meet the red eyes of the Radio Demon. If this was how you were going to die, you would be double damned if you didn’t go down without the last word. 

“She thought we wouldn’t find out, Al!” Vox laughed loudly behind you, familiar nickname falling from his lips as if it hadn’t been decades since it had been las used. 

“No, I didn’t.” You answer, trying to tug yourself out of Vox’s arms. “I figured two arrogant old-timey assholes wouldn’t spare a thought to what I was doing when I wasn’t with them.” 

“Old-timey asshole?” Vox voiced his outrage behind you, screen glitching as you let a spark of fire out from a palm of you hand, turning it to face him. 

Their raw power far overshadowed yours’ but you were eager to at least put some distance between them. If you could get out of Vox’s arms and somehow out the door, maybe you could run fast enough to get away, then you would just have to lay low. 

Vox stepped back, shouting at the sting of the flames as they singed his suit, just as you had hoped. In the process, he left you an opening you didn’t hesitate in the slightest to take. 

Alastor was quick to step toward you, though he was met with a flash of fire. The light was blinding in the dim space, making it hard to see anything as you raced to the door, counting on the fire to keep the stronger demons busy for at least a few minutes. 

Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to a hard chest as your fingertips just grazed the doorknob. Looking down, you saw red across your abdomen, black hand gripping you, red claws digging into your side. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” The static that surrounded Alastor cackled. You tried to spark a flame, sending it to wash over the dangerous man only to have it swallowed in his shadows, snuffing it out. 

“Away from you, old man.” with no other options, you stomped on his foot. The action was born more out of reflex than hope. 

“Old man?” Alastor laughed, lifting you as if you were nothing but a petulant child, disregarding your struggles. 

“Such old men we are that you thought you needed us both.” Vox grumbled as Alastor tossed you to the ground, taking a moment to enjoy the way your skirt rose up, just failing to cover the curve of your ass. 

“What are we going to do about this?” Alastor asked as if he and Vox hadn’t already come to the conclusion, unbuttoning his coat.

“We’re going to have to teach her a lesson,” Vox said as he slipped his coat down his shoulders, tossing it onto the old dusty office chair Alastor used to sit in decades ago, broadcasting the screams of those who dared cross him. A red coat joined the blue one as both men began to circle you while they pulled their bow ties from their necks. 

“What is happening?” Your voice trembled as you scooted away, only to have a black tentacle wrap around your ankle, preventing you from trying to escape. 

“We’re going to give you exactly what you wanted,” Alastor said as he worked the first few buttons of his shirt free. 

“You wanted to have your cake and to eat it, too.” Vox said, working his way out of the red and black striped vest he wore. 

“And now you’re going to have that cake,” Alastor picked up the line with the fluidity of an old friendship you were not aware had ever existed between the two men. 

“And you’re going to clean the fucking plates,” Vox finished, unbuttoning a the first few buttons around his neck. “And you’ll have to decide which cake you want.” 

“What are you-” Alastor’s tentacle pulled you up by the ankle, suspending you in the air, cutting your words off with a squeak. 

Your hair fell around your face. The skirt you wore succumbed to the forces of gravity. You hadn’t bothered with panties or a bra, being so sure that you were going to get dicked down by the TV demon and knowing that he appreciated ease of access. 

“We’re going to fuck you,” Vox answered the question you hadn’t gotten to finish asking.

The clattering of belt buckles and unzipping of pants seemed so loud in the old room. In a matter of moments, while blood was rushing to your head, you were lowered to be eye level with the two very different and yet very impressive cocks of your lovers. 

“Open,” Alastor said, shaking you by the leg when you hesitated.

Vox wasted no time shoving his dark blue cock into your mouth, thrusting until the force pushed your torso back through the air. Reaching out, you planted your hands on his thighs, steadying yourself as he fucked into your mouth. You choked, struggling to breathe in the strange position. 

Vox didn’t stop until he was satisfied with the way your saliva coated his thick cock. Once he pulled back, you gasped for air. There wasn’t enough of a chance to ground yourself before Alastor was shoving his long cock, working his way to the back of your throat again and again. 

Spit and tears ran up your face, making a mess of your makeup when they finally righted you, setting you on the broadcasting station, currently lit up with tiny dials and switches that looked like stars. Had it been powered on before? 

“How wet do you think she is right now?” Vox asked, “She likes it rough with me.” 

“Does she?” Alastor hummed, grabbing one of your knees while Vox grabbed the other, spreading them wide. “Would you look at that? The literary overlord likes it dirty! Ha, now- why didn’t you say anything? Ma cherie, if you don’t communicate your needs, how can any one man satisfy them all?” 

“Why should one man have to satisfy them all?” You answered back, refusing to meet the eyes of your lovers. Instead your eyes ran over the old broadcasting microphone, so much like the one Alastor currently used at the hotel and yet this one was covered in dust. 

“Why shouldn’t one?” Vox asked, running a clawed finger up your sopping slit, tracing a path around your clit before moving down again, poking into your opening before moving lower still, spreading your slick over your lesser used puckered asshole. 

You moaned as his finger sank into the tight opening. Alastor reached out, caressing your clit as Vox’s finger wigged deeper inside your ass, helping your body to relax. 

“Fuck, Al- she’s so tight here,” Vox couldn’t help the way he moaned, imagining you squeezing around his cock as he added a second finger, stretching you open. 

“Is that where you’d like to be?” Alastor asked, soft smile on his face as he watched your hips twitch, betraying your stubborn silence. 

“What do you mean?” You ground out, struggling to keep your voice even as Alastor caressed you closer to the edge. 

“My, our little brat needs it spelled out for us.” Vox pushed his fingers apart as he pulled them out of you, spreading the tense ring of muscle wider again and again. 

“Of course she does,” Alastor hummed, “She was stupid enough to think she could get away with this.” 

“We’re going to fuck you,” Vox said as if that cleared things up for you, pulling his fingers from your body. 

“Together,” Alastor added, gathering your slick onto his fingers and wrapping them over his long cock, smearing it along with the drying saliva, “Now be a good girl and roll over,” 

“Make me,” you spat out only to have Alastor and Vox both do exactly that. There wasn’t much you could do to put up a fight with four hands pushing your body into position. 

“Go on,” Alastor said, motioning to Vox. 

The thickness gave Vox away as he ran his dark blue cock up and down your folds, There was no containing the moan that poured from your lips as he pushed inside your cunt, stretching you wide as he coated himself in your slick. 

“Shuffle back,” Alastor directed, kicking your feet until your abdomen hung off the edge of the control panel. Blinking your eyes, you came face to face with the microphone. It must have gotten jostled as you were bullied into place. 

Alastor reached around you, fingers playing over the nub of nerves that headed your folds, relaxing you as Vox’s cock pushed into the tight ring of muscle. It burned, even with the sweet distraction of Alastor’s fingers. 

Vox thrusted shallowly into you at first, moving slowly but never fully stopping for you to adjust. Each thrust took his fat length deeper into your ass as you cried out. Legs shook as they struggled to support your weight, knowing that if they gave out you’d fall back and spear yourself on the rest of Vox’s cock. 

“Fuck,” Vox whined, screen and voice glitching as he bottomed out, pressing his balls against your leaking cunt. Your ass was gripping him tighter than a vice and he knew it was only going to get better. “Fuck, she’s so tight.” 

“Yes, I gathered.” Alastor sounded disinterested as he motioned for Vox to get on with it. “Pull her up.” 

Vox rolled his eyes at the direction. One of them had done this before and it wasn’t Alastor, though he acted like it. Anything for appearances, anything for the show- Vox knew that. That’s just how Alastor was. 

Vox pulled you up from the broadcasting desk, reaching forward to pull the top of your dress down. One of the straps over your shoulder ripped as your breasts were exposed only to be covered by his hands.

He turned, presenting you to Alastor as if his cock wasn’t twitching inside of your ass, desperate for friction. “How’s she look?”

“Sinful,” Alastor said as he admired the view, taking in the swell of your breasts as Vox’s hands left them. One dark blue hand braced your hip, keeping your ass tight against him as the other lifted your thigh, spreading your leg open wide. 

“Fuck,” You whined as vox thrust forward, sending his cock deeper into your ass as he displayed your cunt and stretched asshole to the man you had been seeing behind his back. “Fuck, Vox.” 

“You say that now,” Alastor said, grabbing your other thigh and pulling your leg up, leaving you supported by nothing but their hands and the cock in your ass. 

Your hips jumped forward as Alastor ran the head of his cock against your clit. The thick head ran through your folds, smearing slick along his length. Vox moaned shamefully as Alastor’s cock brushed against the base of his cock, running along where your ass had swallowed him. 

“You going to wait all day?” Vox demanded, legs straining with the desire to move. 

“Oh, alright.” Alastor made a show of sighing as he lined the head of his cock up with your vaginal opening, enjoying the way your eyes widened as you realized what they intended to do. 

“No,” you said, trying to wiggle away only to find your arms held out to the sides by dark ropes of shadows, “I can’t- it- it won’t fit. I can’t fit you both,” 

“You can,” Vox promised. 

“You will,” Alastor added as the head of his cock pushed inside. 

You could feel him pushing against the thin wall that separated the two pathways. From the way Vox moaned deeply, screen leaning forward to rest against he back of your head, he could feel Alastor’s cock pushing into you as well. 

“Fffffuck,” Alastor groaned as he reached deeper and deeper inside you, running along Vox’s cock, “so tight like this.” 

“I told you,” Vox was panting as your opening grew tighter around his cock. His mind struggled to think of anything but the way Alastor’s cock caressed his through the thin walls. 

Alastor stilled, bottoming out within you. His head hung over your shoulder, breath washing over both your shoulder and Vox’s. He could feel the twitch of Vox inside you, the difference of sensation nearly too much. With a rock of his hips, Alastor moaned as his balls pressed unto you, nestling between his cock and Vox’s.

The sensation was overwhelming, threatening to take him over the edge before he had begun. That would simply not do. There was a point to be made. The show must go on. 

Alastor took a deep breathe, willing his self-control to steady before pulling back. The thrust into you that followed was so harsh it sent your body bouncing up, pulling up along Vox’s shaft. 

“Fuck,” Vox whined, grip on your hips guiding your bouncing body as you fell back down on his cock as Alastor pulled back. Using the space Alastor vacated, Vox thrust up, bouncing you on the head of Alastor’s cock. 

In a few short thrusts, they had found a rhythm that was punishing for you and yet sustainable for them. As soon as one cock withdrew from your body, another was shoving in. Vox reached around your torso, pinching a nipple harshly between his claws as your body bounced. 

“You’re so tight, babydoll,” Vox cooed in your ear, bathing in the gasping moans that were quickly growing in volume. 

“Taking us so well,” Alastor wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you down against the cocks rutting into you one after the other. The slight change of angle had your clit rubbing against the fur at the base of Alastor’s cock with each of his thrusts. 

“Ah! Fuck,” You cried out as Alastor leaned forward, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. 

“Fuck, Al!” Vox moaned even as he tried t put on a show of disgust. He had always said he found Alastor’s cannibalistic habits distasteful, but the truth was, the only distasteful thing was what the sight did to him. 

Alastor moaned, feeling you tighten around his cock, orgasm drawing near. He was close too, the taste of your blood on his tongue driving him to thrust faster into you. Vox was likewise close, Alastor knew. There was no hiding the way the other man twitched in your ass, rubbing against Alastor’s cock with each move he made. 

“Who’s fucking you?” Vox demanded as he twisted your nipple, a delicious pain that was such a part of your rough fucks with Vox sending tightening waves through your cunt. 

“You,” you panted, drool running from the corner of your mouth as your head lulled. “You are.” 

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Vox asked, smiling at the camera you hadn’t noticed was set up in the corner. “Tell the viewers.” 

“Vox,” you whined, not registering what he said. 

“And tell the listeners who’s taking your cunt?” Alastor said, pulling the microphone closer to ensure your voice was picked up clearly. 

“A-ah- Alastor,” you clenched around them. “I’m so close,” 

“Good girl,” Vox purred, electric tongue running up the back of your neck, sending tinkles down your spine. “You going to cum on our cocks now?” 

“Yes,” you repeated the answer, a chant growing in volume as both men thrust into you, too many hands holding your body steady as they lost their coordinated rhythm, “Yes, yes, yes!” 

You screamed as you came, body convulsing from your fingertips to your toes. Your cry bounced off the walls in the old room, mixing with the grunted moans and hissed curses as first Vox found his release, seed spilling deep into your ass. Alastor was two short thrusts after, dumping his load of hot cum into your waiting walls. 

Vox leaned back, chest rising and falling in rapid pants as he collapsed onto the desk, not giving a shit about what buttons or dials he could be messing with. Each twitch of the cocks inside your abused body had you crying out. 

Alastor pulled you up off of Vox’s spent cock, not removing his own until he was ready to set your feet on the ground. Seed mixed and ran down legs that failed to support your weight. 

It felt like you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs as your body trembled with the aftershocks of the orgasm. Blackness overcame your vision as you laid down on the cold ground, letting the icy tile ground you. 

“Well, that was fun,” Vox said, winded voice coming through the darkness. 

“Surprisingly so,” Alastor’s voice was the last thing you heard as exhaustion overtook you. 

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[deadbeat-motel]

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Deadbeat Motel's Angel Dust Lore under the cut. (If you squint hard enough, you can see Vaggie and Charlie's rough design too.)

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Angel Dust was never the best mafia member of his own family. He was too weak-hearted to deal with the types of people who made their home within the seedy world of crime. He was no good with taking a man's life nor was he any good with commanding the goons their family had, so his father had kept him trafficking drugs to be somewhat useful for the family. Angel Dust was happy about that, It was far from being in danger, and if he was careful enough, he would be able to have drugs from the stash he's supposed to be giving out to their clients.

One night, however, while high on PCP, a drug deal he and his brother were on had gone bad because their client finally got wise to Angel's stealing. A gunfight broke out killing men on both sides of the deal. AngelDust, while high on drugs, had killed someone in the middle of it, and he was still reeling from the shock of it when his high came down. His brother punched him in the face causing a black eye and told him how incredibly fucked they are because of what he's done. It was revealed that this drug deal was a way for their group to make peace with one another and killing those goons in that room had doomed the family to a Turf War they were not that prepared for. Going to his father to attempt to apologize had only gotten him killed in his father's rage.

AngelDust wakes up to Hell with a body he was surprised to like (despite his family being homophobic and possibly also misogynistic and transphobic). He's surprised to know how common and easy to find drugs are in this new place he's in but quickly finds out he's broke and unable to find a job because of how unused to his own body he is. His first few weeks in hell have been rough until he realizes he can utilize how this body works to his advantage. Many men and women lined up to want a piece of him and they paid good money too. Plus if they ever tried to hurt him, well this body showed him it's more than capable of keeping him safe. He actually did enjoy sex work more than his work as a former mafia member.

Everything went to shit when Valentino found him, he thought he was just another client who frequented him often and paid big money. When presented with a contract to work with him, he accepted since it looked as if the only thing he was asking for was to be his employee. However, as soon as he signed, hidden words started to reveal themselves on the paper. It turned out, he wanted more than what he was letting on. Val was a new Overlord and he's been slowly gaining the reputation that he has today and unfortunately Angel Dust had been duped by this demon. he just hadn't shown him his true colors back then to lower his guard around him.

Angel Dust has tried to fight Val before but nothing good came out of it. He wouldn't be able to do much about him if the contract was still in effect. He even lost the mandibles on his mouth because he had bitten Valentino reflexively one time. For 2-3 decades (might be subjected to change) he's had to deal with Val's abuse of him All optimism has dried out, and he's been living and coping with despair.

Angel Dust learns of the Motel and checks in mainly to get away from Val (He constantly moves places and doesn't feel safe in his previous apartment as Val has found him once again). He doesn't take the entire point of the motel seriously because he'll be gone within a month or two. After all, that's how often Val found him and sure enough, he did find him. Val starts talking like he owns the place, starts threatening everyone, and even attempts to control Valerie and Charlie when they confront him about what he's doing to Angel Dust. They of course are unaffected because of their angelic natures and Valerie absolutely thrashed the unliving shit out of Val. But before she can kill him, Val brings up the fact that if she kills him he will kill Angel Dust, taking him and the other hundred souls he has under his contract. With Angel Dust's and the other hundreds of souls' lives on the line, they had to concede and let him live, but not without warning him that if Angel Dust dies because of him, both women are going to make sure he begs for a second death.. This of course is not a big change for Angel Dust, but he's glad he can keep crashing at this motel knowing that Val won't dare come into this place if he wanted all his limbs attached to his body.

Angel Dust has become a permanent resident of the motel.

TᖇIᐯIᗩ:

Angel Dust frequented more LGBT-friendly speakeasies before he died (considering OG Angel Dust's family was homophobic iirc) and while he didn't participate in "pansy shows". He did want to join them.

Angel dust can produce webbing and uses it to slow down his pursuers. They've got a really strong grip on anything that touches it.

As a last resort, Angel Dust uses his webbing whips. They're non-lethal (At least I think so) since he mainly uses its sticky factor. They're good at disarming enemies who have guns from far away, especially since Angel Dust is creative with his uses of it.

Angel Dust used to have sharp teeth but had them forcibly flattened because Val was tired of the fact he's been nicked by those teeth of his multiple times.

The motel is actually the first place in a while he's stayed in for a year. Angel Dust has been able to make his room more comfortable for him and has his own stash of knick-knacks on display.

He is never seen front-facing. The view in front of Angel's face is treated like Phineas' front-facing view. Never allowed to be seen other than in smear frames.

A running joke for me is how everyone has no idea how a Spider's anatomy even works (I don't either).

Yeah, he'd still be shipped with Husk but I'm not having Husk call him a loser because my blood would boil, plus I'm changing their dynamic but I'll get into that when Husk is finished.

A big plot point for Angel Dust would be that he gets to kill Val with the aid of Valerie/Husk or the both of them and that while he'll be free of his abuser, it has screwed over his ticket out of hell in the eyes of heaven. However, it was able to spark a debate within Heaven's court... should the rules be so strict that they would punish a victim that finally fought back against his own abuser? (It's not that deep but it's a start at least rather than "You don't know what gets people into heaven?")

Currently unsure as to how Cherri Bomb would fit into his story but I might be able to figure it out later when I get to her redesign

I think that's all for now? This may be subjected to change at some point in time, but ask me anything about this version of AngelDust

[hazbinshusk]

Can I request orgasm and aftercare for Angel and Husk, please 🙏🏽

P.s. I'm super excited to read more of Stoles and Angel content 🥰💕

I'm hoping I'll write some of them soon (I've started some huskerdust x reader that hasn't gone anywhere yet) :)

angel dust:

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

angel is sorely unused to aftercare, for unfortunately obvious reasons.

so when he first starts experiencing it, he kind of needs it to start small.

massaging out the kinks and stiff muscles is a big one, and if you're the kind of partner who can shower or bath with him (sorry husk - although he's more than happy to run the bath and sit beside it to keep him company afterwards), he's going to be so happy.

warming up to cuddles takes a little while initially - he's usually out the door before the sheets are dry on most hookups (or they are), and the only one he's (forced to) shared a bed with after is val.

but bring him fat nuggets and be okay with the little piglet sharing the bed (and the leds staying on), and you'll get your brains cuddled out.

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

angel's a pro, literally, so it's pretty hard to fool him - he knows when a partner is faking. and he will be offended.

I feel like he's still probably pretty vocal in bed (even if that's exaggerated on set), but I think there's actually a pretty obvious difference in his fake orgasms and his real ones. His voice will get reedier, he'll be more breathless, and there's a real desperation in his tone that immediately makes anyone who's watched his movies realize that he fakes it a lot in them.

I also love the idea of there being a big lead up but then he cums with this almost shocked look on his face, mouth open, brow furrowed, but with very little sound. his whole body will seize up and he's hands will tighten in a death grip, but it'll be barely more than like, the end of the moan that comes out.

you want angel to cum quickly? listen to what he wants. kiss his neck, tease his prostate, and tell him how good he feels. praise the poor boy, please.

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husk:

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

husk is a big cuddler. he might not admit that to pretty much anyone, but he almost enjoys the cuddling after just as much as he enjoys the sex.

feeling his partner not only want to be intimate like this with him, but truly relax with him, it warms that stony heart of his.

purring is going to happen, which is a bonus, because it helps both him and his partner relax.

husk is big into aftercare and checking in when it comes to bdsm - he needs to make sure he didn't take anything too far. maybe this comes from some of his less than fond memories of things he did while he was an overlord, where consent got a little muddled thanks to soul contracts and booze, but now he makes sure to check in.

husk passes out pretty quickly after sex if he's left to his own devices. if you have plans, you need to get him out of that bed pretty quickly, or he's going to be dead to the world in minutes (and you're going to find it really hard to extricate yourself from his embrace).

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

husk is big on communication, so I think there's a strong possibility he'll ask where you want him to finish.

he's also going to get more vocal the closer he gets. his voice will be rougher, his thrusts will lose their rhythm, and he's going to start cursing the closer he is to cumming.

husk also wants his partner to cum with him, so he'll try to hold off on it until he feels you're close too.

husk is going to groan, his eyes will roll back, his wings will stiffen, and he's going to want to be as close to you as possible - kissing you or burying his face in your neck as he comes down.

husk can be sensitive after an orgasm, it depends on if you edged him. his wings and ears will be more sensitive afterwards.

tell him how good he feels, squeeze around him, and call him by his name. oh? and whisper in his ear that he's a good kitty in the right moments? the man is putty.

[iarrelm]

Hazbin Hotel Swap AU - Alastor. Husk. Nifty.

Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel

I saw a few different versions of this AU going around and thinking about it made me want to draw my own take on it.

I don't have this fully fleshed out yet but I've been thinking about it for the last few days so here's what I've got so far.

Alastor -> Charlie

He still started out in Hell as the Radio Demon

However, when he disappeared for 7 years, he came back as a seemingly changed man. The first broadcast on his radio show after 7 years of silence was an advertisement for the Radio Demon's new project: The Hazbin Hotel.

Not very many sinners actually managed to hear that advertisement but those that did thought they were hallucinating tbh

I wanna say the reason why he wants to try rehabilitating sinners is mostly because he spent his 7 year hiatus with Lilith, who asked him to do this for her so she could try to convince Charlie (and Lucifer) that they're wrong about sinners. And Alastor decides to do it because Lilith promises that she'll free him from his deal the moment he gets a soul into heaven.

For this AU, I'm gonna say the person who has Alastor on a leash is Eve, and his deal with her is completely unrelated to his 7 year absence.

Because of all that, despite founding the hotel, he doesn't fully believe it's possible to redeem a soul. And it shows sometimes no matter how much he tries to convince the guests otherwise.

Nifty -> Vaggie

When Alastor brought up the hotel and asked for her help, she jumped at the chance and agreed without hesitation.

Alastor is still an overlord and still owns some souls. He owns Nifty's but made it clear to her that he was asking, not ordering, her to help with the hotel.

Before Charlie brings in more staff, she was the one that handled cleaning and pest control and all that other stuff.

She helps him brainstorm ideas for activities. Unfortunately both of them are pretty unhinged so at least 80% of those ideas are unusable

Husk: What the fuck is "Knife Monopoly"?

Alastor and Nifty: :)

She's Alastor's biggest cheerleader and helps him out by enthusiastically participating in any and all hotel activities with a smile

Husk -> Angel Dust

Instead of Alastor, Husk sold his soul to Vox, who became interested in the Gambling Demon after Alastor was seen going in and out of his casino.

Vox ends up using Husk as something like a personal assistant. He runs around all over hell doing anything and everything Vox asks him to.

Immediately after losing his soul, he moves into the Vee's Tower. It's nice because the Vee's tower is one of the most protected places in the pride ring, which means none of the souls he used to own will be able to try to come after him. Unfortunately this also means that Vox has access to an employee that can work overtime whenever he needs him to.

Husk is... so tired.

So when Alastor offers him a room at the hotel, Husk agrees before he can finish his pitch.

Later, he hears the full thing - that Alastor is trying to redeem sinners and thinks he can get Husk into heaven. Husk isn't sure what exactly made Alastor believe that, but a free room is a free room

(He is grateful though. So even if he doesn't think there's a chance in hell that he's getting into heaven, he does put in some effort toward rehabilitation.)

[askoverlordvox]

VoxTek™ Employment Contract

I, @helluvahotelfan , invoke the infernal powers of Hell to complete the following contract between myself and the Overlord, Vox. Hereafter, "the employee" will refer to Jenn, "the employer" will refer to VoxTek™, "the Overlord" will refer to Vox, and "the contract" will refer to this agreement, signed and sealed by a handshake.

Payment: to complete this contract, the employee signs over possession of their soul to the Overlord. For as long as the soul remains in the Overlord's possession, the terms and conditions of this contract are considered valid. Additionally, the Overlord cannot kill or willfully maim or harm the employee while this contract is in effect.

Terms: The employer will provide housing(1), a competitive(2) salary, the latest(3) model of Hellphone, insurance (4), two weeks of paid training, 30 vacation days per year (5), 30 days of sick leave per year (6), a free upgrade to replace or enhance a body part(7), a 200 year(8) retirement plan, and 24/7 protection from reasonable(9) threats. The employee will fulfill the job description provided below to the best of their ability.

Conditions: This contract remains in effect provided both the employee and the Overlord wish to continue adhering to the terms. At any time, either party may request breaking the contract. The request must be accepted by the Overlord. The Overlord reserves the right to change the job assigned to the employee in the event of subpar performance.

Job Title: Junior Data Collector

Department: Research & Development

Job Scope: Junior Data Collectors follow instructions from Senior Data Collectors and report to Project Leads all data obtained throughout marketing, testing, and further analysis. Data Collectors observe tests, trends, and other indicated measurements at the direction of Project Leads and record data as instructed by Project Leads. Data Collectors are expected to report accurate figures. Data Collectors may, on occasion, be asked to participate directly in Projects but never to the extent Hazard Pay would be required. Any injuries incurred as a result of Data Collection are to be reported immediately to the Project Lead.

Hours: Mandated work hours are 1000-1600, Monday-Thursday unless Project Leads get approved for a different work cycle.

(1) Housing starts at one bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and washer/dryer included 550 square foot apartment. Housing can be upgraded through promotion or by registering dependents with Human Resources. (2) Competitive rates based on job title and relative cost-of-living analysis for Pride ring standards. Salary will always be 400% of current housing cost. (3) Latest model refers to latest model to pass all safety checks and either is commercially available or in phase 4 of production. (4) Insurance covers health, vision, and dental plans, as well as maternity/paternity leave, Family Medical Leave Allocation, and associated costs. (5) Unused vacation days roll over but will not exceed 75 days. Vacation days accrued past 75 days will either be paid out to the employee in a lump sum, signed over to another employee, or forfeit. Decision must be made within 1 month of employment anniversary date. (6) Unused sick leave rolls over but will not exceed 60 days. Illness or injury requiring more than 60 days to recover but at no fault of the employer will be deducted from vacation days. Illness or injury incurred during the execution of job duties will not be charged to the employee. (7) Available upgrades subject to change depending on demand. Specific upgrade offered: replacement of one eye with a VokTek™ High Definition digital recorder. Any data or information recorded by an upgrade becomes property of the employer with employee consent. (8) 200 year retirement plan based on projected life expectancy increase following the cessation of Exterminations. In the event Exterminations resume, this requirement will be lowered to 50 years. (9) Reasonable threats are those not provoked by the employee, provided the employee remains within designated areas when directed by senior personnel. Ex: leaving the approved VoxTek™ Extermination Bunker during an Extermination or insulting an Overlord/Sin/Ars Goetia are examples where the employer is no longer liable for the employee's protection.

Signed and confirmed via handshake with the Overlord,

Jenn

It took me a moment to find it, I apologize; you wouldn't believe how many copies I have in my office. Of course I have a digitized copy but Hell runs on old school methodologies, so having a hard copy is still required.

Now, @zayne1, you can make your determinations.

[seramilla]

(Have fun with Carmilla’s response!)

Lute fidgets with the mane feathers that had grown from her neck. She stayed in her room thinking about what Emily said with a scowl for weeks.

“Forgive myself…what a joke…why should I forgive myself?…”

The end of her hair brushes across her shoulders as she sits up. She throws the covers off and glares hatefully at her digitigrade. She isn’t even sure when they changed but she stopped caring. It’s just one more thing to add to the pile of things she hates about herself. She hops off the bed and immediately regrets her decision unused to her new legs. Lute loses her balance in an instant and snarls at herself for being so pathetic. She forces herself to get up and uses a bedpost to get used to her new balance. A few steps around the room and she’s as good as new…in a manner of speaking. Lute has always been highly adaptable to survive no matter what, sadly enough. The familiar faint sounds of steel clashing reaches her ears. She perks up at the prospect of a training room. Lute cracks her door open and peeks out finding an empty hallway. She silently slips out and closes the door behind her then follows the sounds to their source only to find the overlord and…and Vaggie. Lute slinks into the room unseen and stays out of sight.

She watches them from the shadows on the balcony, eye glowing like a creature at night. She’s never seen Vaggie look so happy since…well since ever. She can admit to herself that she’s jealous of how much happier Vaggie is down her despite what she had done to her. She can adm-

A familiar spear pierces the column beside her head making her freeze.

“Vaggie! I’ve told you n-”

“Someone else is in here *watching* us!”

Carmilla raises a brow and looks as Vaggie leaps up letting her wings out and flies to her spear.

She recognizes the shape hidden in shadows and stares in surprise. She hadn’t once expected to see the beast out and exploring her home.

Lute panics seeing Vaggie closing the distance AND Carmilla spotting her and scrabbles away on all fours sticking to the shadows. How humiliating and fitting for her. She’s been reduced to nothing more than a lowly animal in her reactions. She slows a bit thinking to herself that maybe it’ll be over with if she lets Vaggie catch her.

Lute peers over her shoulder only to yelp as her cheek is cut and seconds later gets tackled to the ground. She instinctively hides her face behind her disproportionate arm and whimpers.

Vaggie sneers at the demon spying on her and her ma-mentor.

“Who are you, what do you want!?! Stop hiding your face and talk!!”

Lute flinches at the tone and softly whimpers out a quiet apology.

“Speak up! And show me your face!!”

Lute slowly lowers her arm unable to meet Vaggie’s eyes.

“…i’m sorry, for everything i have ever done to you…”

She forces herself to lock their gaze.

“…I’m so sorry for forcing those extra drills on you, for forcing those errands on you…”

She swallows hard.

“…I’m sorry for cutting out your eye…and tearing off your wings…I’m sorry for killing your dragon friend…for-”

Vaggie’s laughter makes her freeze.

“I’m sure you are ‘sorry’…Lute.”

She flinches at the disgusted tone used on her name followed up by a scoff.

“You’re just sorry for what you’ve become and probably think apologizing will fix this. Well it doesn’t matter because I’m NOT going to forgive you. Heaven CLEARLY knows you don’t deserve forgiveness since you’re down here now. Oooh how the mighty have fallen.”

Lute stays quiet looking up at her.

“Nothing to say?”

Lute struggles to find the words making Vaggie scoff.

“That’s what I thought.”

Vaggie grabs her spear and turns to leave when Lute grabs her. She turns to yell at her to let go but the words die in her throat at the sight of an empty eye socket mirroring her own.

“I AM sorry Vaggie…I DO mean it…I don’t want or need you to forgive me. I NEED you to know I am SORRY…”

Maybe it the desperation in her voice or the pained self loathing in Lute’s remaining eye but she relents and nods.

Lute lets go of her just as Carmilla arrives and a new wave of panic fills her soul. She could tell what kind of bond these two had. A mentor and apprentice…as well as a mother and daughter. She wasn’t stupid, it was like how Adam had been like her older brother…not that it mattered anymore he was gone…everything she had was gone. She scampered away before the Overlord could say anything, retracing her path back to her delegated room. She closes the door and hides beneath the bed hoping the overlord will leave her alone, that Vaggie won’t explain what that was about. The mane of feathers on her neck stands on end as the door slams open dashing her hopes. The woman is pissed…but who hasn’t been with her lately? The feathers flatten accepting her fate as the bed is flung away. Her hollow gaze looks up meeting furious red orbs.

“You better start explaining yourself you pequeña perra vil, or I will send you to Lucifer personally.”

“I…I’m sorry I-“

“What I mean is-“

“It’s because-“

She tries over and over again and again but chokes up every time. How can she began to explain it to CARMILLA FUCKING CARMINE, the former angel that fell protecting the identity of her lover that happened to be the EX HIGH SERAPHIM SERA? She knows she’s pissed at her. Who isn’t? She’s hated herself for so long for her preferences, believing she was fucked up and WRONG for just liking girls. She remembers the first time she told Adam and how he slapped her. She never brought it up again. She buried EVERYTHING deep down inside and hated it, hated that part of herself because her mentor the person she thought she could trust told her she was wrong and disgusting for it. Lute tries to explain all of it but it hurts too much and cuts so deeply into a VERY old and forgotten wound that has been festering inside her far too long. She keeps trying to tell her wanting to tell SOMEONE…but she keeps choking up and gagging on the words she was trained to hate and revile.

Carmilla stares at the broken beast looking up at her desperately trying to explain itself to her.

Lute pounds her fists against the floor furious she can’t speak her own truth. So she starts small.

“…i hate myself…”

Carmilla rolls her eyes at the obvious but freezes as the creature continues.

“…i have for so long…i’ve hated what i am for so long now i don’t think i could ever see myself as anything ELSE than how i look now…”

Carmilla’s breath hitches in her throat. This reminds her of the way Sera sounded when she spoke of how guilty she felt about their love they had for each other.

“…I remember the first time I shared my…my preference…with my mentor…I thought I could trust him…”

The overlord’s heart sinks.

“But then he was yelling at me…screaming that I was wrong. Adam slapped me over and over again until I rejected what I am. So there must’ve been something wrong with me. I’m a mistake…then I thought…maybe if I am really good and do exactly what I was made for it’ll fix itself.”

The broken black and gold eye looks at her desperately wanting to be seen and heard for once.

“It didn’t so I tried harder and harder…then Vaggie joined the ranks. We were close once friends, sisters…I think I wanted to be more but I couldn’t because that would be WRONG. I was jealous of the praise she got. Adam praised her so much…it’s not fair.”

Lute grits her fangs.

“I denied liking her like that and SHE got praised for being herself. I was so mad at her and myself. So when I caught her sparing that sinner, something broke. How does that SINNER get mercy when I DON’T? I saw red and lashed out. I-”

Carmilla watches her grab the feathers on her twisted arm and tug.

“It’s all I’ve known…but I’m so tired…so tired of it all…pain makes it numb for a bit. Emily says I need to forgive myself but I’m just a mistake. Mistakes don’t deserve forgiveness. That’s what I was told. I can’t forgive myself.”

Lute looks up at Carmilla feeling so raw and so exposed, wanting…she’s not even entirely sure what she wants anymore but she knows she doesn’t want to hurt anymore. Tears blur her already ruined vision as she looks at the floor and starts to wail. She’s exhausted from countless years of feeling so angry and hating herself. Lute is certain she can’t have what everyone around her has. Maybe that’s what she wants? Probably but no one would ever want something like h-

She flinches away feeling a large hand between her wings and gently rubs her back. Then looks up at Carmilla deeply confused as tears stream down her face.

Where Carmilla had seemed about to tear her a new asshole when she came into the room a moment prior, Lute flinches under the fallen angel's touch, and drops face-first onto the floor in a prone position. She has never felt lower than she does now, so her position on the ground should mirror that. She's fully prepared for the overlord to slap her, punch her, strangle her, or do any number of horrible, painful things to her body. It would be exactly as Lute deserves, and couldn't possibly be worse than anything she's faced thus far down here.

Except it is...so much worse. Carmilla kneels over her, still looking so much taller and larger-than-life, simply leaning down on her knees above Lute. The hand between her wings doesn't move to inflict pain or serve justice; Carmilla's large claws just...lie flat on her back for a moment. Even through the fluff around her neck, Lute can feel all the distilled power flooding through Carmilla's body, waiting to be let loose at any given moment. An angel of Carmilla's former status always has that air about her. Even if she weren't lying prostrate on the floor, Lute knows not to make any threatening movements in her presence, if she values her head.

Which she doesn't, but that old training and instinct of hers still wants to keep her alive, despite everything. She knows even less of what to make of Carmilla when that hand actually starts to move, stroking Lute's back in a comforting motion, ruffling the feathers like one might the hair of a child.

Wait, is Carmilla Carmine trying to COMFORT her???

"One thing about being in Hell..." Carmilla begins, intentionally stroking the feathers at the top of the wings on Lute's back, "...is that mercy and forgiveness are the rarest commodities down here. There aren't enough souls you could possibly pay for that. Emily has all but offered it to you on a silver platter. The only thing you'd have to do is reach out and take it. Oh, if we were all so lucky."

Lute sniffles some more, and hides her face in the floor so Carmilla can't see her crying. Carmilla continues to stroke the wings on her back and the feathers around her neck. Lute might think she's doing it to mock or taunt her, but there isn't an ounce of mirth in the overlord's voice. Not like when she'd barged in a moment before.

"Yeah, on the condition that I forgive myself first!" Lute explains, just running through her head again how ridiculous that sounds. "It's not just Emily I've wronged. Her, Sera, Vaggie, and even you! It's not my place to forgive myself of that! And it's not her place to say that's all I'd need to do!"

"Yes, you're right," Carmilla hums, looking off into the middle distance, staring at the wall above the tossed-over bed, pondering Lute's statement. "Each person you've wronged will have to set the conditions for how you can make it up to them. That's how apologies work."

"I don't deserve forgiveness, anyway. I don't want it."

"So you're just going to give up?" Carmilla asks. "Stay in this room until you starve to death?"

"Why not?"

"Because we both know you're better than that," Carmilla states bluntly, halting her rubbing of Lute's feathers long enough to lift the girl's chin to look at her. She holds Lute's chin firmly in her grasp, forcing her to look at her.

"That your body went through such a drastic change is proof positive that you have much to atone for. You're capable. You wouldn't be here if that weren't the case. Satan knows I went through the same when I was thrown down here. I may never get my wings or halo back, but honestly, at this point, I don't care. I kept fighting. It's all I knew before, and it's all I've ever done. I never gave up. "

Tears stream down Lute's face again, and with Carmilla holding her chin firmly in place, she can't hide them anymore. "What if I'm done fighting? Fighting, and competing, and trying to be better than everyone else...look where it got me."

"That's your choice. But wallowing here in your own filth won't be much of a life. And I simply won't condone it. I'm not going to let you self-immolate under my roof, upsetting Emily, and reversing all the growth and progress that Vaggie's made. I will not sit back and let you sabotage that for them."

"Fine, then I'll get out of your fucking hair! I didn't want to be here, anyway!" Lute yells. She turns around, until she's got her back and the bulk of her wings facing Carmilla, and curls in on herself upon the floor. She starts sniffling more into the sanctuary of her knees, drawing them closer to her body, and feeling sorry for herself again, trying to give Carmilla the hint that she wants the overlord to leave her alone.

"Just go away. Please," Lute whimpers, wrapping her wings around herself, as if that will let her hide. "Just let me die."

Lute probably wishes she hadn't said that to Carmilla so quickly, because suddenly, that clawed hand that had been so gentle with her before suddenly grabs her by the scruff of the neck, pulling, and lifting her off the floor. Lute screeches and kicks, tail thrashing this way and that as Carmilla mercilessly drags her out the bedroom door by her thick neckline of feathers. She scrambles, but Carmilla holds fast. There's no way she can escape, being as weak as she is.

No! Lute screams in her own head, unable to speak due to shock. No, I didn't mean it! Please! Please don't throw me out! Don't throw me away! Emily...Vaggie...please, I need to--!

The wind is temporarily knocked out of Lute as Carmilla tosses her on the ground, and the bestial angel yelps as she lands on her tattered wings, which are still sore and inflamed from where she'd been extracting feathers before. A bright light is blinding her from above, and she whimpers before turning over, covering her face with her claws.

"Oowww..." Lute seethes between her teeth, rubbing the sore back of her neck where Carmilla had grabbed her. "Fuck!"

It's happened. Carmilla has thrown her out, leaving her to the bright, blinding light of the Hellish sun. Lute starts to cry again, trembling all over at the implications of what she's just done...now that she's all alone...

"Lute? Carmilla, what's going on? Why is she out here?"

Vaggie!

Lute's eye shoots open. It's still difficult for her to see anything, what with being thrown out of that dark, dank room and into the light so suddenly, but that voice is unmistakably Vaggie's. She doesn't sound too pleased to see Lute again.

Lute's eye struggles to adjust to everything around her. She realizes she's not outside, but actually under the blinding bulbs of the training room she'd spotted Carmilla and Vaggie sparring in earlier. From this angle, all the lights look like miniature suns. They are painful, too harsh on her new demon eye. She turns over to try and get up, and collapses again, whimpering. She's still not used to her own feet.

"It seems this one wants to die," Carmilla says matter-of-factly, standing there behind Lute with her arms crossed, clearly unamused. "Seems rather adamant about it, in fact. Since it appears you two have a score to settle, I thought I'd let you do the honors."

"WHAT?!" Lute and Vaggie screech at the same time. Lute swings her head around to look at Vaggie, with her hair tied up in a rather elaborate ponytail, wearing the same battle outfit that Odette and Clara always used when salvaging her and Adam's weapons.

Satan, the two of them really have changed, haven't they? Lute thinks. But the trajectory of that change could not be more different.

"Carmilla, I already told you!" Vaggie insists, looking at Carmilla with something resembling anger and frustration. "I didn't kill her during the battle, and I'm not going to do it now! Death is too good for her!"

"And why is that?" Carmilla asks, still looking like she couldn't give a damn.

"Because...she's hurt so many people! Hurt Charlie! I'll never forgive her for that! She needs to suffer for it!"

"And how much suffering is enough?" Carmilla continues. "When her body is no longer recognizable? When she's let herself starve to death, or is killed out on the street? How much more pain and atonement is necessary before it makes things right?"

Vaggie looks down at the pathetic jumble of feathers slumped on the floor in front of her. She holds her spear at her side, fist clenched tightly around it, as if she wants to shove it directly through Lute's still-beating heart. Lute doesn't think she'll ever get used to Vaggie's eye looking at her that way. She had cared for that eye's owner, once upon a time...and then she'd ruined everything, for her own selfish means.

But then Lute is surprised when Vaggie's eye softens. For whatever reason, the other former Exorcist's entire tone shifts when she looks back up at Carmilla, and sighs heavily.

"It won't," Vaggie says finally, throwing her spear onto the hard floor of the training room with a clang. "Nothing will. It won't bring back the people we killed, Sir Pentious, Dazzle...it won't make our bodies the way they were before. Violence just begets more violence."

"So what will you do, then, mija?" Carmilla asks. It is not lost on Lute how softly and affectionately Carmilla asks that question of Vaggie. How much love and understanding she provides for this angel, one who is not of her blood; not even her own daughter. But whom she's taken to claim as her own, just the same.

Vaggie smirks. Not in the hate-filled, disbelieving way she had before. It's more mischievous and playful, like when she and Lute had been about to spar or go out on the battlefield together.

"I guess I'll have to beat the will to live back into her, like you did for me," Vaggie chortles. Carmilla smiles. "Come on, Lute...let's see if you still got it in ya."

Fucking Satan, Lute thinks, what in the fucking Hell does Vaggie have in store for her, now?

[guillotinesandroses]

Washed Ashore - Chapter 2; Ex-Colleagues

Platonic Sonic Boom x Ex-Villain!Reader.

Washed Ashore Masterlist

The sun flashes its gentle, yellow rays upon your form as you stroll through the beach. A cool ocean breeze keeps your mind fresh as the warm sand tickles your feet with each step. Two tropical birds sing and dance within the rich green leaves of a tree, concealed by flowers in full bloom. All in all, the day is shaping out to be absolutely beautiful. 

If only the entire walk to Sonic's house had not consisted of one girl bothering the life out of you. However, for the sake of keeping the situation civil, you are rendered incapable of responding like you want to, that being smacking the nuisance into next Tuesday. You do not have anything against her, but she could quit shoving her finger in your face every five seconds. 

"Who do you work for? The government? Aliens? The robot overlords?!" Sticks sticks her finger repeatedly onto your cheek.

You are about to roll your eyes for the sixth time during that walk before the finger slips into one of them. "Ow!" 

"Sticks, stop poking (Name)! It's impolite," Amy scolds. 

"Hey, chill, Knuckelina! I'm sure it was just an accident!" 

"I'm starting to regret becoming your sidekick," Amy mumbles. 

"Is it the name?" Knuckles asks, "it's gotta be the name, since I'm such an awesome boss. Don't worry, I can come up with something else! Like..." 

"Can't I just keep my own name?" 

"But that wouldn't be good for the brand!" 

"What brand?" 

"Wait, uh, what were we talking about again?" 

"We're here," you state. Like you hoped she would, Sticks quits bothering you but sends you an 'I'm watching you' gesture. You sigh as Amy knocks on the door. 

Sonic swings the door open with a yawn. You glance at him with a raised brow, it is unusal of him to be so low on energy. The reason for his exhaustion becomes evident when the resident self-proclaimed evil genius arises from the bathroom in his pink clothing. 

"Eggman?!" Knuckles raises his fists up. Sticks retreats with a hiss while Amy gets into a fighting stance. Sonic stands to the side, oddly unbothered by the situation. 

"Oh, hey gang! Didn't know you'd be visiting so early! I'm still in my evil pajamas! They've got a trapdoor on the back!" 

"Too much information already," you mutter. 

"What's he doing here?" Knuckles asks. 

"We have a truce. Tails is letting him stay here until his lair is rebuild," Sonic explains. 

"Ahem! Still waiting on that salmon eggs benedict!" Eggman calls out. 

"Coming, coming!" Tails hurries to serve the elaborate breakfast. 

"I asked for egg whites. These are yellows! See the yellow? I'm trying to watch my cholesterol! And this salmon is farm raised! What is this, prison?" 

"What kind of prison have you been to? Not a single one where I've been has ever served salmon." You cross your arms with envy. 

"It's all part of some evil plot, man! First he lures us into some terrible roommate ploy, but then wham! Out comes his fifty foot obliterator-bot and obliterates us all! We've gotta get out of here!" Sticks shakes Knuckles, who barely budges. 

"Guys, we have to help him," Amy says, "if we don't, we'll be no better than he is!" 

"Yeah! You'll be no better than I am!" Eggman yells and digs into his salmon eggs benedict, which he was complaining so loudly about before. 

"Think about how this is for him!" Amy approaches him. "Do you feel scared without a home? Do you feel alone? Are you eating your feelings?" 

"Somebody get her away from me." He recoils. 

Your head tilts. "Eh? How does not helping the guy who destroys the village on a weekly basis make us just as bad as the guy who, you know, destroys the village on a weekly basis?" 

"If anything, we'd be doing a huge favor to the villagers by throwing him to the streets! And to ourselves, since he'd be too busy rebuilding his lair to attack!" You sketch out the plan and swiftly and show it to the others, most of whom nod in thought. 

"(Name)! Heroes help people in need. Currently, Eggman needs a place to stay at. Kicking him out would be cruel," Amy scolds. 

"What? I'm just being practical!" 

"As much as I hate to agree with the scheming, diabolical government spy, (Name) is right! This is all just a ploy to get us to let our guards down! You can't trick me!" Sticks shouts. 

She then turns around to face a full-body mirror and screams. "The second dimension has stolen my image! Come! Help me get rid of this impostor!" 

Amy walks up to you, distracting you from the badger attempting to break the mirror. "Don't do it, Sticks! That's seven years of bad luck!" Tails yells from the background while Sonic tries to wrestle her away from the fragile glass, grumbling under his breath about how stupid the entire day has been. 

"Come on, give him a chance." Amy lays a hand on your shoulder. "Who knows? Maybe staying here will inspire him to redeem himself, just like you have!" 

"Yeah, I'll definitely start thinking about redemption," he draws the word out. In spite of his obvious sarcasm Amy looks at him with pride, and you send her a deadpan stare. 

"(Name) the Sword Wielder, right?" He turns his attention to you. "You used to be quite a big name in the old days. I am terribly sorry I didn't recognise you last week. Being a hero seems to have made you lose your presence." 

Your expression does not twitch at his words. "That's rich coming from a low-tier villain." 

"Low-tier?! Excuse me-" 

"The only reason I know you is because we share- used to share- a common enemy," you correct yourself, "of course I looked into potential allies back then- no matter how little assistance they could provide." 

Eggman stands up from the table. "Why, you- I'm going to-" 

"That's enough, you two!" Amy steps in between you and Eggman. "(Name), stop being rude. And Eggman, stop provoking (Name). Alright, now both of you apologise." 

"I wasn't being rude! I was being honest!" 

"And I'm just expressing my disappointment in the fact that (Name) would abandon the honorable occupation of villainy to hang out with you goons-" Eggman clears his throat. "I mean, I'm just asking, since you were so good at your job, why quit?" 

"Decided to change things up. I hardly see how that's any of your business." 

"There we go! See, now you're communicating your feelings to each other constructively! Isn't this the best? Now, for the apologies!" Amy exclaims. 

"Alright, I'll be the mature one and go first. I am sorry for judging your life decisions and saying you have no presence." Eggman apologises but mutters under his breath that he meant everything he said. 

"And (Name)?" 

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you respond, "...I am sorry for calling you low-tier." 

Amy interlaces her fingers together and fawns over the display of successful apologies and communication. With her distracted, you take the opportunity to take back your words. 

"He's mid at best," you mutter. Sonic snorts and bites back a laugh. The two of you share knowing grins before turning back to the conversation. 

"I still don't trust him! He's brought those robots of destruction with him too! He has them at all times! He cannot be trusted!" Sticks screeches. 

"Oh, please. The only damage those two bumbling idiots could cause is done on accident." Eggman speaks as the robots bump into each other repeatedly. "Trust me, I've tried to make them more effective. Never works." 

"Last night's storm wasn't even that bad. How do we even know his lair truly is destroyed?" You ask. 

"I know I'm the one who originally let him in, but if drinks one more of my energy drinks, I-" Sonic gets cut off by Tails, the owner of the house. 

"Guys, if Eggman needs to stay, he can stay. Who knows? Maybe he might not be so bad after all," Tails says. 

The gang looks expectantly at you, Sonic and Sticks. She lets out a hiss at the attention, Sonic groans out a 'fine' and you roll your eyes. 

"Whatever. Sure, let him stay," you grumble in defeat, "but don't be surprised when he attacks while you're at your lowest. Game recognises game; I know he's up to something!" You wave off the situation and step out of the hut. 

"(Name) may have given up the fight against the machine, but I won't! I never will!" Sticks hisses, "you will see! Soon enough he'll turn his ugly coat on you again!" 

Sticks runs out of the house. Eggman yells one last sentence from inside, "hey! I'll have you know, my coats are all VERY FASHIONABLE!" 

You and Sticks walk together for a couple of steps without saying a word. The atmosphere grows a bit tense as you try to sneak some glances at her to figure out whether it would d be good to say something or not. 

"Don't you look at me that way! This doesn't mean anything." Sticks stops walking and crosses her arms.

"Even though I'm glad you've got enough common sense to see through Eggman's half-baked lies, you are still nothing but a con artist! Nothing else!" Sticks points at you and speeds off into the woods. 

You sigh yet again as she runs away. From the very beginning of your attempt at redemption, you could always tell it would take the longest to earn her approval. However, you cannot take much offense to it, since she barely seems to even trust her friends. 

The following day, you follow Amy to go check up on Tails and Sonic. 

"Thanks for taking the time to play FP with me again this morning! But really, I'm going to be fine. As adorable as it is, you didn't need to escort me here," she says. 

"Yes, I know you can fight, I didn't doubt that. But it's always good to have backup in battles if possible in case something unpredictable happens," you reply. 

"Are you doubting Eggman again? Come on, let's give him a chance! You of all people should know how important second chances are!" 

"That applies only when there's a reason to believe he's willing to change! If he's just here because his lair is broken, that doesn't make him a good person! Just a bad guy on a leash!" 

"Oh, relax! I'm sure Sonic is going to attest that everything is fine and Eggman has been on his best behavior!" 

To her dismay, her optimistic assumptions are disproven the moment you two step into the house and sit on the couch to talk with Tails and Sonic. 

"That's it! I've had enough of Eggman! Lair or no lair, he's out of here!" Sonic shouts. 

"You can't just throw Eggman out! Sure, he might be a difficult roommate, but it's only because you guys have a communication problem!" 

"Communication problem? He whacked me with a pillow, hard! I'm dizzy, and I have serious short term memory loss!" Tails pauses. "And I have serious short term memory loss!" 

"Why don't we settle this with a roommate meeting?" 

You roll your eyes and lean back on the couch. At least you do not live there, so you will not need to actively take part in the meeting. You will be there only as a bodyguard in case of a fight breaking out. 

Soon enough, Amy manages to get Eggman to sit on the couch opposite to you, Sonic and Tails, while she herself sits in the middle as the mediator. 

"Now, Sonic, do you have something you'd like to share with Eggman?" She asks. 

"Yes, how do I say this delicately? You're a horrible roommate and no one in this house likes you." 

"Let's frame your statements with 'when you do this', it makes me feel 'this'." 

"When you live here... it makes me feel... angry." Sonic struggles with the new manner of speech for a moment before devolving back to the old reliable one. "Because you're a horrible roommate and no one in this house likes you." 

Eggman is quick to burst into crocodile tears. Sonic shares a look with Tails. 

"You're right! I am the worst roommate," Eggman wails dramatically, "I've never lived with other people before!" 

"What about us?" His yellow robot asks. 

"You don't count," Eggman snaps before continuing to sob. 

Amy turns around to face the other hedgehog. "Sonic, I think someone here could go for two spoonfuls of forgiveness, washed down with a tall glass of friendship. What do you think?" 

"I could go for several spoonfuls of a chocolate banana split, washed down with a tall glass of strawberry milkshake..." you mumble dreamily. 

Amy sends a glare your way. 

"Make that an orange smoothie and I'll totally agree with you," Sonic says. 

"Wanna go grab those later?" 

"You bet. I'm gonna need mountains worth of sweets to get the taste of this dumb situation out of my mouth." 

"What's the situation taste like?" 

"Sleepless nights and feathers. Bleh." Sonic coughs out a singular feather and you gag at the display. 

"Ahem." Amy clears her throat. "As I was trying to say before you two totally ruined my clever figure of speech, someone should go and apologise to Eggman. Right now!" 

"Ugh." Sonic groans, but turns towards the man anyway. "Eggman, if we give you a second chance, will promise to shape up?" 

"You bet!" 

Amy gasps in delight at the progress. "Roommate meeting group hug!" 

Your eyes widen and you jump over the couch, rushing to the door. "Nope."

"(Name), get back here!" Amy yells. 

"Try and make me!" You leave through the open door. 

"(NAME)! JOIN THE GROUP HUG!" 

"OVER MY DEAD BODY, AMY ROSE!" 

However the rest of the day went, you will never know. You spend the rest of it in blissful ignorance of the torment two of your friends are still likely facing, hanging out with Knuckles instead. 

"Now that I think of it, I haven't heard you say much of anything about the current Eggman situation," you remark, "what do you think? Are you with me and Sticks or do you think he can change?" 

"I think there's good in everyone!" Knuckles says enthusiastically while lifting weights. "Even that old lady who always blocks the grocery lines by using pennies to pay!" 

"Now that's devious."

"I know, right?" He drops the weights on the ground, shattering a nearby rock. "And I think- wait, uh..." 

Knuckles pauses and scratches his temple. "What were we talking about again?"

"I'm starting to think all those coconuts that fell on your head gave you brain damage."

"Oh, yeah? Could someone with brain damage do this?"

Knuckles proceeds to run and bash his head into a palm tree. The tree shakes as he rubs his forehead with a whine, only to be knocked out by an avalanche of coconuts, for the fifth time that month. You stroll up to him to see his eyes swirling in his head, but he is at least still breathing normally. 

"Only someone with brain damage would even consider doing that." You poke him with your shoe while he continues to tweak on the ground. 

It does not take long for Knuckles to wake up again, he is a rather durable guy after all. Sometime later, both of you go to your respective homes to sleep, but agree to go check up on Sonic and Tails together the following day. Sticks and Amy join the two of you once you cross paths, leading to you four all visiting Tails at the same time again. 

Knuckles strolls in through the hut's open door. "You're still hanging with Eggman? How many hours of sleep did you get?" 

"Zero," Sonic mumbles. 

"It's stage two of his evil plot, man! We are minutes away from him summoning his big obliterator-bot with its obliterator legs! And it's obliterator teeth!" 

"Sticks, stop being paranoid! Eggman's lived here for two days and he hasn't hatched a single evil scheme!" Amy walks up to Sticks. 

She gets cut off by a loud malicious cackle from outside. You glance at her with an expression that says 'I told you so'. "Two days isn't enough to make someone change, Amy." 

All six of you then rush outside, two of you slower than usual. 

"What's so funny?" Tails asks. 

"Remember how I said my island fortress was destroyed by a storm? I may have... fibbed." Eggman promenades dramatically past the row of heroes. Sonic's head droops, as he is on the verge of passing out. 

"You see, I kind of faked the destruction of my fortress as an excuse to live with you and tire you-" Eggman slaps Sonic awake. 

"Tire you to the point of exhaustion!" He finishes once he has made sure everyone listened. "So you'd be too tired to stop Obliteratorbot!" 

A large red robot emerges from behind trees, approaching menacingly and taking a fighting stance. 

"I knew it, he did have an obliterator-bot!" Sticks jumps up and down in front of Knuckles, grabs Amy's shoulders and shakes her. "Why doesn't anyone ever believe me? It's not like I'm paranoid!" 

Sticks then notices her shadow on the ground. "Stop following me!" 

"Enough! Obliteratorbot, destroy Sonic and his four friends!" 

"Four?" 

"Oh, yeah! Five! Ugh, quit recruiting new members! It gets so annoying to keep track of!" 

"Four... tress? Fortress. Destroy fortress. Destroying island fortress" The large robot misunderstands the task. Eggman desperately tries to undo the command, only for it to be further affirmed. Not only that, the robot plays rock music in the background. You barely hold in a cackle watching from the sidelines, and this time not even Amy scolds you. 

"Sonic, you have to help me!" 

"Why? It's your Obliteratorbot." 

"Because if you don't I'm truly stuck living with you until I build a new island fortress." 

"Let's roll," Sonic says in the most monotone voice you have ever heard from the hedgehog. 

Eggman rushes to his eggmobile while the heroes' group gathers into Tails's plane. He takes off from the ground smoothly enough but drifts off as the plane zipped across the blue ocean. 

"Tails? You doing alright over there?" Knuckles calls called out with no answer. 

You take a glance at him as you sat the the closest to him. He goes limp suddenly and the plane curves down towards the ocean.

"No!" Amy yells. 

"We're gonna crash!" Sticks screeches. 

Biting your lip, you jump up from your seat to grab the wheel. You pull a lever up as high as it can go and manage to narrowly avoid crashing into the bottom of the ocean. The plane gets a bit too vertical and you have to mess with the controls until it finally stabilizes. Even though you sweat the whole way to Eggman's island, the plane drives to a relatively smooth stop on the front of the tower. 

"Whew. Stuck the landing," you mutter to yourself. Leaning your head back, you take a moment to take a deep breath before exiting the plane. The rest of the gang slips out of the vehicle too. 

"Gotta stop 'em... but so... tired..." Tails mutters. 

"Maybe there's a clue on the ground... the soft... soft... bed-like... ground..." Sonic drifts to lay down on the pristine white ground, only for Sticks to rapidly kick him on the back the second he got comfortable. 

"What?! What's wrong? Are we under attack?" He jumps up. He then remembered what was going on and yawned. "Oh, yeah..." 

"Eggman, you built that thing, how do we take it down?" Knuckles asks. 

"By activating two kill-switches at the same time! They're inside the lair! There! And there!" He points at the two switches. 

"Oh, come on..." Sonic whines. "Alright. Amy, Knuckles, Sticks, (Name), distract that metal monstrosity. Tails and I are on the kill-switches. Eggman, you'll have to show us how to activate 'em." 

"Wait, should we really give the most important jobs to the only two in our group about to collapse at any given momen-" you speak up, but get cut off. 

"Pre-mission group hug?" Amy asks. You recoil several feet back and forget what point you were trying to make. 

"No." Sonic refuses and dashes off to complete his mission. 

"Well, lets get to it then." You shrug and pull out two swords from their holsters. The others ready themselves as well. Knuckles raises his fists, Sticks pulls out her boomerang and Amy brings out her hammer. 

The four of you walk up to the massive red metal pile, which is quick to turn its attention to you. Obliteratorbot slices off part of the roof and jumps down from the building in front of the group. 

"I knew you were coming," Sticks growls, "but you will never obliterate Sticks! Because Sticks is unoblitr- unolib- unobliterilly-" she gives up after several tries. 

"You can't kill me," she declares. 

But none of you even get though chance to actually fight. The switches get taken care of faster than anticipated. Sonic rushes in out of nowhere and grabs a fallen piece of metal, knocking the bot's head off while yelling something incomprehensible. 

"I got my swords out for nothing," you mutter. They slide neatly back into their holsters and retreat into the small pocket dimension you pulled them from with a snap of your fingers. 

The lair explodes, triggered by the chemicals from Obliteratorbot's fuel. Eggman falls to his knees with a dramatic scream. 

"Eh, sucks for him." You shrug and walk off with a satisfied smile. 

Sonic speeds next to you with a grin and throws you a fist-bump. "Well said, snookums!" 

Your smile twitches. "I should've waited before putting my swords away." 

"Hah, you couldn't have laid a scratch on me anyway!" 

"Oh, really? Let's test that theory out then-" 

"Guys, stop fighting and let's just get out of here!" Tails shouts from his plane. 

The ride home goes smoothly and as a reward for a job well done, you all decide to treat yourselves by taking a moment to chill at the beach. All of you sit in the warm sand watching the orange sunset, chatting on and off casually, until someone interrupts the lovely moment. 

"Hey, fellas! As you know, my fortress is now a smoking ruin! So, I was wondering, maybe, if I could stay with you guys for a little while, just until its built back?" Eggman asks while settling down onto a beach chair. 

Sonic is quick to grab both the doctor and his bags, taking them right back to his lair. You decide to lay back in the sand lazily while he zooms back and forth before returning for good. 

"Do you think he's going to get lonely being there, all on his own with no home to go to?" Amy wonders out loud. 

"Oh, for sure. You should go and offer your therapy services to him, he seemed to really appreciate how caring you were," Sonic responds. 

"Great idea! I'll go and keep him company!" Amy claps her hands together before heading to the island. Either she was fully oblivious to the sarcasm or ignored it on purpose out of spite. 

Sonic stretches and happily sits down in the sand next to you. "Yo, snookums, still up for getting smoothies later?" 

He uses the dumb nickname again, but unlucky for him, you decided to join him in this stupid game. 

"Oh, of course, honey muffin." 

He sends a glare your way. 

You respond with a smirk. "But, are you sure you don't want to enjoy this newfound peace and quiet for a little longer while it lasts?" 

Sonic takes moment to think about it, then places his arms behind his head and lays down in the sand as well, enjoying the final rays of the setting sun. "Hm, well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." 

[hazbincalifornia]

It's great that people are liking Vassago, (myself included, I love him so far) but if anybody wasn't on twitter, they're missing a chunk of the History.

Long story short, over a year ago, Viv left a 🤭 emoji in response to a fan musing on if Stolas might end up with someone else for a brief period of time after convincing himself he needs to move on, so fans started going nuts about that, including wondering who it would be if it happened.

Over the course of that, somehow this character, an as-of-yet unused parrot Overlord who was in a brief shot in the Alastor's legend section in the Hazbin pilot, was suggested since he was a bird with a star design... and Viv liked the tweet about it, and then, when people started making art because of it, liked some of that art too. (She has, in a later interview, said that sometimes she did like stuff just to 'mess with people/keep people guessing' or just because she liked it, not to claim it's 'canon' in any way.)

By the time he actually showed up in the season 2B trailer, 'parrot guy' had some fans of his own... but the fact that it seemed like he was playing off Andrealphus in the few lines he had in the trailer switched to a lot of people shipping him with him instead, which is where more popularity currently seems to lie.

(The fact that Viv and some other crew members declared him a 'good boy' after the trailer released did lean people to think he was going to be an ally of some sort to the main cast, which has been the case so far, and we will reportedly be seeing a lot more of him in the next season!)

[centrally-unplanned]

2024 Stuff I Liked Post - Video Games

Zenless Zone Zero: I like Genshin - Mihoyo, despite their flaws, has a really good knack for character designs and smooth combat systems that reward complex team building without being too punishing or finicky. ZZZ is just "more" but in a streetpunk setting, which, hey, I love that shit! The main character runs a retro VHS rental store, who can hate on that. ZZZ is Genshin but streamlined in a lot of ways, with a focus on combat, more involved team building and demands on execution, while being paired with much simpler stories and extra activities. Which if I wanted "more" Mihoyo, is exactly what I would want, so very smart on their part to realize that.

Alas if only they could reign in their horniness by 20%; one too many cast members are uncanny valley on that shit. But I don't have to play them, so whatever.

Unicorn Overlord: I think I said this already elsewhere, but I can't find it, so - In 1999 Ogre Battle 64 came out for the Nintendo 64. Years later, I rented a copy from the local Hollywood Video - the Blockbuster for the cool kids, obvi - on a whim because the N64 had a real dearth of JRPGs. And I loved it, I mainlined it every hour of that weekend; what sold me on it was the core system of squads you build that fight independently based on your setup. It was the "simulation of realism" that enamored me, the idea of building a plan and hitting "go" and then watching it win or die - the Factorio of JRPGs. Like so many past games it is a hot mess; the balance is insanely off, certain mechanics are totally worthless, and you will absolutely look up guides online to figure out how to promote/build half your units because the game has no interest in telling you.

All of these things were things I hope a sequel would improve upon...but one never emerged. Until Unicorn Overlord, over two decades later! A spiritual sequel with the exact same "simulation" mechanics, and with way better balance, progression, skill synergy, etc. Hell, they even made the 3x3 grid for deploying units a 2x3 grid because the middle row was completely unused in Ogre Battle 64 - that is when I knew they meant business. The story is typical, the characters a bit cookie cutter, but the art direction is solid, the writing rarely stumbles, and hey it even has some bonus romance mechanics for Fire Emblem castaways like me. I think I played the entire 40+ hour game in a week - alas current-me has a job, but I got close to my teenage record. This game was made for me, specifically, but I do recommend it for others who really like strategy JRPGs.

Noblesse Oblige: Time to get super indie - this year RPGMaker game "Political Science Theory Meets Succubus Eroge" The Last Sovereign wrapped up its primary questline, and I really enjoyed it. But you know, I played most of it in other years, doesn't really count for now - but it inspired me to dive into a bunch of RPGMaker games (alongside The Coffin of Andy & Leyley, also from 2023). Most of them were forgettable (though I hope to do more), but Noblesse Oblige kept me on board where others didn't.

This is the hyper-indie-solo-creator world, I will not say this game is like, polished, you know? At a lot of parts the writing is a little cringe, the main character has some real author-self-insert vibes, the kind of stuff you expect from something this indulgent. But what it has going for it is being incredibly committed to just being a high-drama, high-political-maturity medieval fantasy civil war soap opera. You will balance budgets between army and civil development, you will deal with rebellious dukes with a dozen motivations, you will take part in a claimant civil war that also splits religious factions along doctrinal lines, and more! The game is essentially like a linear-track visual novel with RPG battles running through it, and player agency comes from econo-political decisions instead of area exploration. Something a lot of games are allergic to, but that means the game can commit whole-hog to its story, which I really like.

It clearly passes my indie game threshold for quality, and will def continue playing it as content comes out.

Honorable Mentions: Victoria 3 (my beloved, my hated enemy), Yu-No, VR-Date Simulator May Club

[witchofthesouls]

I’d image that Girl Dad! Megatron (mostly MTMTE/IDW) would do some ‘baby proofing’ after his daughter is born, not only the form of hiding sharp objects and putting extra alarms on doors, but also in cleaning up the Decepticon ranks, the first to go being the Phase Sixers or at the minimum Overlord 😳

The ultimate sparkling/hybrid child proofing mechanism and parent-child bonding: his personal sparkling hold.

Frames that deal with immense and wild environmental changes, like miners, submarines, and shuttles, have something like an internal kangaroo pouch.

The structure is located deep within their frames, near if not settled next to their spark chambers. Within the dark hold that mimics similar conditions to a gestational chamber, it's cozily warm, well-protected, and well-fed behind tons of thick plating and nozzles connected to the mecha's fuel systems. There are specialized mechanics that refine the fuel directly from the main tank and their circulation to pull out vital nutrients and initial firewalls to create a dense, creamy sparkling fuel.

Adults unused to having a newspark within them will eventually figure out how to keep their hold still as the bitty bounces and rolls inside them. (Imagine the leader of the Decepticons at the meeting, and his subordinates are hanging onto his subtle changes, thinking the results are not up to adequacy. Meanwhile, his daughter has decided to smush herself to the side that's closest to his spark. I'm here! Yes, he knows.)

Fresh newsparks typically stay inside those holds until they reach the phase where they can toddle on their own as their plating has settled into a more appropriate density and hardness, the milky film has worn off, and they gained a significant amount of weight.

IDW Megatron doesn't strike as a mech that would get rid of the Phase Sixers or other dangerous elements. The violent and brutal kratocracy that became the Decepticon movement is a testament to the cruelties implemented by Functionist-held Cybertron as well as a twisted mockery and reflection of his own self and journey and spiral from "Decepticons to uplift the masses" to "Megatron's Decepticons."

If anything, he would keep the kid under wraps where only a handful of mechs ever known their existence, especially if he sired a techno-organic child.