#vee’s starter call

[tangerinetalks]

▿𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 ☎️▵

[❗️]𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ! 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗰𝗮��𝗹 ?

[❗️]📲 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 !

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 vee’𝘴 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 ! 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 heart 𝘰𝘳 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘭/𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 !

𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘊𝘜 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘶’𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 !

𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 + 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘮 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 — 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 laws 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

𝘪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘤’𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵/𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 ! 𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 !

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 ! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 !

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 sheet 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ! 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 !

𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 ! ✰

[quietlyblooms]

guess who's home B))

[leiascully]

X-Files OctoberFicFest Day 10: Aurora Borealis

They climb out the window to sit on the roof like teenagers, Scully in the vee of Mulder’s legs with his arms around her. She leans back against his chest. The actual young people are in the back pasture, having a bonfire. Mulder and Jack spent the afternoon watering a wide circle around the fire pit, just in case. Neither of them are under any illusions that the younguns will be on their best behavior. Jack’s a bit of a wild child, for starters, and he’s their child, so he’s too smart for his own good. But they’re both proud of how far he’s come.

Grace is with her Uncle Charlie and her cousins at Maggie’s house. It seemed like the best solution; Jack and his friends are rowdy, and Grace never goes to bed when her brother’s out of the house. She wants to be with him all the time. He tolerates it pretty well, but still, bonfire night isn’t for littles.

“Like old times,” Mulder says in her ear.

“Mm,” she says. “Playing hooky, just the two of us.”

“Better, though,” he says. “Look at what we get to come home to.”

She rubs her hand up and down his thigh. It’s still firm under his jeans. “Too happily ever after for you?”

“Au contraire, mama bear,” he growls softly. “It’s just right.”

She smiles to herself and lets her head loll on his shoulder.

“Do you think it’s going to happen?” he asks.

“If it doesn’t, it’s still nice up here.”

He kisses the side of her head. “It is.”

They sit and wait, watching the sky. It is like old times, in some ways. They used to stargaze like this. She remembers the dancing lights in Idaho. She still can’t explain them, although she has some hypotheses. She flinches sometimes if she sees a satellite—she’s seen Mulder do it too—but tonight she feels entirely safe and utterly content.

“Look.” His voice is hushed. “Oh, Scully, look.”

In the dark sky, a sudden sifting of color: red, purple, pink, green. Sheets of shimmering pigment ripple against the velvet backdrop of the night. It’s gorgeous. It’s unreal. Tears rise in her eyes. She can hear whooping from the back pasture as Jackson and his friends catch sight of the lights.

“I never imagined it would look like this,” Mulder says, awed.

“The radiation from the solar wind excites particles in the plasma of the magnetosphere,” she says. "Those particles precipitate into our atmosphere. Borealis pertains to the wind, but it's really more of a rain, in a way."

“It’s magic,” Mulder says.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t.” She cuddles against him. “When you think about it, the odds are astronomical, Mulder. Here we are, on the roof of our house, after decades of a life where that wasn't even a possibility, on a planet that’s just the right distance from the sun to enjoy the benefits of the radiation, and we evolved such that these lights, this phenomenon, occurs in the visible spectrum of wavelengths that our eyes can see. And we have specialized cells in our eyes that allow us to perceive these specific wavelengths as colors, and a brain that can fill in the shades between.” She tilted her face to kiss the broad sweep of his jaw. “I can call that magic, or even a miracle.”

“I think all of this is a miracle,” he murmurs, wrapping her up in his arms.

She’ll kiss him later, when the lights fade, the two of them mellow with the poignant contentment of middle-age. They’ve earned their peace. For now, they watch the aurora dance, and the stars hold no malice.

[teddie-bear420]

I think it’s time to share my insane vaggie season 2 predictions

So for starters, vaggies name starts with a v right? So does velvet’s!! So I’m thinking that through a series of events vaggie will become an antagonist and end up working (and maybe dating :0!!) for velvet after they kill Vox and Valentino of course.

And in order for that to happen, chaggie needs to break up ;-;

I know it’s cruel but they get back together in season 3 !!

How did we get here? For starters velvet wants to kill the other two vees and take control of their souls! But she needs muscle and brains to do that successfully, seeing how she is the youngest vee. She sees potential in vaggie before and after learning she’s an angel…

Velvet has a lot of beef with Charlie for some reason we don’t know yet but she hates the princess of hell. So Velvet is always hitting on vaggie in front of Charlie to piss her off, vaggie gets super flustered cuz she’s not used to very positive attention from another hot woman.

But some where in season one(in my twisted world) velvet gets vaggie alone and offers her a job, she has Ulterior motivessure but it’s a genuine offer that will always be available. Vaggie is surprised by this and her opinion on velvet gets a little more positive.

After the fight with lute, vaggie spirals with guilt and breaks up with Charlie thinking it’s for the best (she’s dumb). So she calls velvet up and asks if the job is still available, velvet is ecstatic. She moves vaggie into her penthouse and gives her a full makeover it’s so cute!!!

[mothvalentino]

@cup-0fp0isonx liked for redemption verse starter

It was his first night out after leaving the Vees, after abandoning everything that had once been his afterlife in Hell. No more soul contracts, no more sex work, no fancy penthouse to retreat to, and significantly weaker powers. If Valentino were to tell a past version of himself about this decision, he would've called himself crazy.

And yet, the moth felt freer than he had in years, the next stage of his metamorphosis unfolding by increments as he adjusted to the changes. Starting new took time, and without the financial support of Voxtek, Val had to rely on his own savings. Which were by no means little but finite nonetheless.

Still, old habits didn't die easy, and so he found himself in one of his favorite sex clubs, eager to indulge and find distractions. Which came in the form of several drinks and smoke, inducing a high that brought him to the dancefloor, only to bump into one of his former employees.

ཐིཋྀ "Holy shit.", Val blurted when he turned around, staring into a familiar pair of magenta eyes.

[bonnyhoddie]

Accurate depiction of literally just the last run I was in

I have such a huge amount of respect for distractors, and I got Goob yesterday, so this was my second run with him.

My first was so good, there were 2 Pebbles and me, and I had to fully take over floor 6 instead of being emergency in case one got away or just to make extra sure nobody got hit, and got me and my team to floor 13, nobody died except for of their own free will except for the Pebbles (I think, 1 disconnected but I wasn’t looking when the other died) and, even then, floor 13, the Tisha I was with sacrificed themselves to Sprout (we also saw Vee on that run, my luck is always decent when I’m NOT Rodger) so we absolutely could have lasted longer if not for that, at most I would have lost Sprout a few times, but he’s huge, loud and slow, the Tisha could always avoid him until I got him back.

This run however…

Roblox broke my chat so I couldn’t talk in it so I couldn’t inform people that I was, in fact, TRYING to find the other one, or call anyone out on their bullshit (it happens when you get teleported to the game while typing or while the game thinks you’re typing)

Teagan and Astro were talking a whole lotta shit about me while literally leading the twisted AWAY from me. Floor 1? Brightney and Gigi, but I only knew it was Gigi because of capsules because no matter where I ran, I COULD NOT find her, because the bitches all kept getting found by her and took her to different spot in the map where I couldn’t see her, all the while, I get in chat:

“Goob distract, distract! I’m taking any meds!” - Astro

“This Goob kinda bad at distracting ngl” - Teagan

I was also trying to avoid Teagan because we have the same stealth so they’d start chasing her at any moment if I ever forgot that.

I honestly should have settled in one spot with just Brightney but I mostly didn’t. I did a little in the middle of the map hoping I could find the other twisted (again, despite all that running around, had no clue it was Gigi except for picking up a capsule at the end out of curiosity, that’s how bad the ‘leading them away from me’ thing was) but with Teagan I didn’t wanna risk blocking the path fully for her so I had to get back to running around.

Also, HOW is an Astro getting hit with 6-7 other people in the lobby and 5 star stealth? I get if movement speed is an issue (it’s not for Astro) as I typically play Rodger but, sometimes, it’s okay to let the twisted switch targets, I’ve quite literally died at times BECAUSE I didn’t want to lead them to people by accident, even though they definitely would have survived because they’ll be faster or closer to a place they can circle than I’ll be.

But yeah, can’t lie, because of them, I started getting reckless cause I didn’t want people to think I was bad because they were stupid and led them away from me, my bad LOL so I died on floor 4, which is SO embarrassingly short for me, even when I’m figuring out a new toon AND not used to distracting AT ALL, I can typically get to floor 10 before I have one of those moments where I just CANNOT lose them, but, Y’know what, if you wanna brag about distracting SHRIMPO as Teagan, how about you take Tisha too? Actually, you can take all of them while there are starters and Finn also in the game causing havoc and leading them to and away from you too and not being able to avoid them or lose them because, to no fault of their own, they’re new and are figuring out everything and don’t realise they can quite literally circle ANYTHING to lose them (except the bean bags in the projector map, I don’t trust them)

If you cannot do a simple job of avoiding Twisted and losing them (as Teagan, a 3 star movement survivalist, slow toons are completely valid in not being able to lose them) and are not going to help me and instead make my job worse so I can’t settle in a spot and just get into a flow where you can also safely avoid me, don’t complain about me being bad, learn to help your distractors better, or they’re just gonna struggle cause they’re gonna be getting ambushed in all the chaos of you not letting them do their job calmly, and die on an early floor.

Advice? Maybe, what I’VE found helpful anyway whenever I’ve played as Tisha, Razzle and now Goob: If you want to help distractors, then either just let them run for a bit, if you have higher stealth you can also follow (do NOT follow distractors too closely if you share stealth or lower) or just stay for a few seconds and trust them to find the twisted, or go as normal and keep an eye on distractor so if you ever get chased, you know where to take the twisted to.

If you see the distractor while being chased, either lose the twisted close to the distractor, or just run past/through them from BEHIND or the side, not in front, cause the twisted chasing you could run into the distractor, also be careful doing that if you share stealth (Tisha, Flutter, Razzle (odd floors) and Pebble all have 3 stealth, Goob is the only one with 2).

If you see the distractor doing small turns, like, they have to sprint just to keep a good distance, it’s best to avoid them entirely if you can, even if you have higher stealth, twisted can easily switch targets due to small turns. But also don’t be afraid to ask the distractor to move, cause, likely, if they’re blocking the path, it’s not a good spot anyway. Also, feel free to tell them to sprint a lil more if you feel the twisted are too close to them, it makes me anxious they’re gonna get hit too.

If you share stealth with the distractor, just try and avoid them as best as you can. Accidents happen where they switch to you, but just lose them as quick as possible and don’t stray too far from the distractor, otherwise the twisted will just go everywhere again and chaos will happen.

[vievieveda]

busy | open starter

The tavern was packed and two of her employees had failed to show up for their shift. Which led to a somewhat frazzled Vee, even if she didn't show it outside of having a shorter temper and less patience than usual. The human was winding through the main room, dropping off refills and picking up glasses and food remnants. One blessing for the day - at least Cookie showed up. That man's job was the only one Veda couldn't do herself.

"Callaghan! Sit down before you fall down," she called out loud enough to be heard over the crowd as she slipped past table after table. "Oakenfold! I swear on all of Withermore that if you put one more scorch mark on my table, you'll be tied to it until it fades. Vallance! Grab her ass again and I'll personally provide her a cleaver to cut off your hand."

Vee made it behind the bar, handling the dirty mugs as she visually checked in with those seated before her. There was one that hadn't been there her last circuit, wiping her hands on an already dirty rag before approaching with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, don't give me that look. Someone's got to keep them in line to keep this place from devolving into a warzone. What can I get you? In case you haven't noticed, we're short staffed tonight. So you can fuck right off if you want anything that doesn't come from a bottle or a barrel."

[voxnetwork]

@hellmxses liked for a starter.

"Velvette, Mi Querida. What have I said about borrowing my girls." Valentino called out as he entered her studio, seeing two of his girls modelling some new designs that the youngest Vee had created.

"Unless you plan on paying for their time, they have to get back to work." The strain on his words were more sent to the girls, his red eyes flicking over to them; narrowing slightly as a way of silently telling them to get to the club and it didn't take long for them to scutter off not wanting to anger their temperamental boss.

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Muses:

ANGELS: Abstemiounessa, Adam, Emily, Archangel Uriel, Valore

FANKIDS: Tonito, Dimas, Eden, Lucero, Marica, Pitaya, Vanemma, Vugguch

HELLBORN: Barbie, Cash, Chazz, Crimson, Glitz, Gretchen, Kitty, Stu

ROYALTY: Andrealphus, Leviathan, Baetyl, Beelzebub, Charlie, Mammon, Ozzie, Paimon

SINNERS: Alastor, Angel Dust, Anya, Legiondario, Magpie, Mimzy, Niffty, Ostello, Rosie, Summer, Travis, Valentino, Velvette, Vick, Vox, Zeezi

Alt Verse Muses (Request Only): Gobblette (Brokenverse!Velvette), Lowell (Brokenverse!Ostello), Mickey (Brokenverse!Chazz's Brother), Bogart (Overlord Travis)

NPC/Guest Muses: Anton (Knife-Thrower at Cash's circus), Ariadne (Andrealphus' Wife), Brick (Bodyguard to Ozzie), Chastity (Close Friend to Ozzie), Fabien (Andrealphus' Son), Miss QuiQui (Replacement Fortune Teller at Cash's Circus), Nikiva (Close Friend to Ozzie), Rock (Fizzarolli's Accountant)

NOTE: Most of my muses are canon divergent, but Velvette and Vox are both not canon compliant at all except in appearance!

Note About Vick VS Vox

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None At This Time

PROMO - The Vees

PROMO - Valentino

[hcllishsins]

closed starter > ft. @hazbinned ( alastor ! )

vox had been doing a lot of avoiding recently . especially when it came to meetings that were called for the overlords . he should be the one to attend , of course , being the self proclaimed brains of the vee ' s . but .. he could not stand to be in a room with him . the radio demon . vox was still pissed that he just kept coming back . how fucking difficult was it to kill ONE guy ? unfortunately for the television demon , there were no more excuses . both of the other vee ' s were unable to attend . so .. he would have to suck it up . it ' d be the first time that he ' d actually seen alastor in the flesh in seven years . fury boiled at the mere thought . vox slid through the network , until he reached the cctv in the board room . he was the first to arrive . of course he was . so , he decided to make himself comfortable , at the head of the table no less ..

[cheerykimmie]

Penny Sapphia Ling Headcanons

Sex: AFAB (female) Gender idenity: Bigender (non-binary and female; doesn't use NB pronouns) Orientation: Pansexual Polyromantic Age: 11 Birthday: June 5 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Blood Type: AB Hometown: Motostoke, Galar Place of Residence: Naranuva Academy, Mesagoza, Paldea Lover: It depends on the universe she's in... though she's often shipped with Atticus (she did call him hot once)... First Pokémon: Regular Chivee ♀ Hybrid Type: Gen 2 (this is unlike the Team Legume version, FYI) Pokémon infected by: Domestic Eevee

She suffers anxiety and autism, having had them since she was an ordinary little girl. She's also quite fragile, and would most likely have one of her female friends help carry any of her children.

She believes that one day, there will be countless different Eeeveelutions for her to collect.

She always ends up with Atticus in my stories, but sometimes she falls for another person as well (ie. Percy Rockfire).

She was infected with the Hybrid Pokérus after spending so much time at a Veevee Café while playing with a peculiar Eevee. She quickly fell sick due to her fragility and was rushed to the hospital, where she turned into a Hybrid.

With the power of her Vee Brace, she transforms into a Magical Girl. Yes, I'm a magical girl fan, so why not.

She gets triggered by things that make her upset, a lot. This is what makes her turn into her full Eevee form.

She is quite embarrassed by her own transformation, and would rather not bring it up unless pressured to.

When there is a lot of Chivee, Eevee and Eeveelutions near her, she turns into an anthro Eevee. She quickly got used to it, unlike her full Eevee form.

She likes brushing her tail, which she wags when excited. She also pulls her ears when reaaaallly upset, which often triggers her Mode Change into her full Eevee form.

As confirmed in canon, she's the (older) sister of Peonia, the niece of Rose, and the younger daughter of Peony. Thus, she's well aware of what happened to Peonia upon reading her story of her transformation into a Hybrid. (I've yet to decide what she'll be a Hybrid of XDDDD) At least her uncle and father aren't affected...

She owns all the single-type Eeveelutions, as well as a non-battling Chivee and a female Eevee she only uses for Contests and Showcases.

Her starter, unlike canon, doesn't always evolve into an Eeveelution, but always evolves from Chivee. The name of said Eevee is Mika. (She sometimes believes she's responsible for her Trainer's transformation and has PTSD - resulting in her seeing a therapist.)

[instantn00ds]

Heathers WIP?

Heyo! Should I be starting a new thing when I have 50 million abandoned projects? Probably not! But I have Spotify Wrapped to thank for this.

Why? Well, dear reader, did you know Cristina Vee (ENG VA Marinette) and Andrew Russell (ENG VA Luka) have a cover of Dead Girl Walking from Heathers together? Because I sure did (thanks to a post here, ironically), to the point where it is in my TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR.

And did you also know I am a Lukanette forever and always? Surprise!

So really, what other choice did I have? I do have a 'fleshed out' plot for this one (loosely), but I'm not 100% sure I'll end up doing anything with it. Truth be told, this is only like...half of the scene I even wanted to write. But that's why they call it a WIP, right? RIGHT???? I just want to go to sleep lol. But that's enough rambling! Hope you enjoy this strange Heathers x Miraculous blurb. Might write more, might not-- never let them know your next move!

“And you’re sure about this one?” Luka asked, shuffling sheet music on a stand next to his bed. 

It wasn’t really like her– the punchy, electric guitar or the vulgar, vengeful lyrics. If he had to choose, Marinette was more of a Legally Blonde or a Mean Girls (and that was pushing it), but definitely not a Heathers. Not that she would make a bad Veronica Sawyer. It was just that he didn’t know if Veronica Sawyer was her style. Marinette never showed that side of herself to him, anyway. 

She smiled, “surprised?” Her eyes were busy scanning papers of her own as she paced up and down the floorboards of Luka’s room. 

“So were the girls when I told them. You should have seen the look on Alix’s face.” 

“That bad?” Luka laughed, beginning to tune his guitar. 

“Let’s just say she didn’t take it as seriously as you are.” She giggled, “No one really did. Not even Alya!” Which was discouraging seeing how it was her idea to begin with. 

She began pacing a little faster. All of her friends had been hesitant, and while it upset her a little, they had doubts like this before. Either way, it was in her nature as an artist to receive critique or wild eyes at ideas she had. And usually, it didn’t bother her. At least, not until… 

“Luka?” 

“Yes, Marinette?” 

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” 

He let go of the instrument slowly from his hands and let it hang off his body. Calmly, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and Marinette’s pace quickened again. Surely, he was trying to find the right words to let her down easy. She didn’t know why the thought of it being him made her heart race. As Ladybug, it felt like she had all the confidence in the world. Shouldn’t that mean she’d have some outside of the mask? 

After what seemed like an eternity, Luka finally opened his eyes. Once again he grabbed the guitar and began fiddling with the pegs. 

“No.” 

Marinette was brought to a sudden halt. That’s it? 

“That’s it,” he echoed. She didn’t realize she had said that part outloud. 

The laugh she let out was a little more manic than intended, “but didn’t you just say..?” 

“I only asked if you were sure,” he grinned, “You added the surprise all by yourself.” 

“Well, that’s because you are, aren’t you? Like Alix? Or Alya? Or Rose? Or Myelen?” or even his own sister, Juleka? 

“No.” he said again, “Not really.” And Luka really could have left it like that, but she kept on staring at him, so he continued talking.  

“Well, for starters, I’ve been in the whole music thing long enough to know the way a person looks or acts doesn’t automatically decide their taste. If anything, I’m surprised Rose said something.” That part was pretty self explanitory, and Marinette laughed. Considering her double life, it was ironic how accurate Luka was. She wondered what kind of music Pairs thought Ladybug listened to– how close was it her own? 

“And secondly, I know you’re not scared of stepping outside of your comfort zone, Marinette. No matter what you decide to do, I’m one-thousand percent sure you’ll give it your all, and you’ll be amazing because of it.” 

A warm flush started crawling up her face, pooling in her cheeks. Luka had said it so casually, so matter of factly, he didn’t even look up from his guitar. His brow furrowed as he worked on the tuning pegs, barely twisting each one  back and forth, concentrating on the noise coming from his guitar as he flicked the corresponding strings. That alone was enough for Marinette’s blush to get a little darker. 

“You really mean that?” she peeped, once again not knowing if it came out of her mouth or stayed in her head. 

Finally, he looked up, “absolutely,” Luka smiled. They were close enough for him to see the red coloring her face and the way her bluebell eyes sparkled from the encouragement. His own cheeks began to pinken at the sight. Before long, both hurriedly looked away. 

Luka cleared his throat, “absolutely,” he repeated through a cough. It made perfect sense why he wasn’t phased. Afterall, Marinette trusted Luka enough to know he was an open minded person, but there was still one question that plagued her.

“Then, why did you ask?” She said, hoping it would distract her beating heart. 

“I just…” and for the first time, she saw him hesitate, “I just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because someone else does, or because it’s something you’re expected to do.”

Or because it was the only way to spend time with a guy who would’t notice her otherwise, she frowned. Being Juleka’s brother meant Luka saw when the girls would push Marinette into schemes and plans she wasn’t thrilled about. Of course he would be cautious now. 

“It’s a heavy song, Marinette. I need to know you’re comfortable.” 

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, “Thank you, Luka,” she sighed. Who could have guessed she needed that as much as she did? 

“Always,” he replied confidently, “so?” The room was silent before an answer came. 

“Yeah, I’m sure about this one.” 

“Great! Because I’m just about done setting up.” Luka grabbed a thick, black chord and plugged one end into the amp by his bed. The other was jammed into the guitar, a small crack of static letting both know contact was made. After carefully plucking a few notes, the volume was adjusted, and he turned to Marinette.

“Would’t want Officer Roger crashing in, right?” He teased. 

But all of a sudden, Marinette was on edge. 

“Sorry,” Luka grimmaced, “bad joke.” 

She stared right at the floor “No, it’s not that. It’s…we’re really doing this.”

“Looks like it.” 

“As in, right now.”

“That’s the idea.” 

“I, me, Marinette, am going to sing infront of you, musically trained Luka.” 

“So musically trained Luka can help you ace your audition.” 

As was the whole point, Marinette thought. Practice with Luka so he could give her pointers, nail the audition, and get the part so she could spend time with Adrien. That’s when she’d get him to fall in love with her, and after a few years they could get married, adopt a hamster, have three kids named…what again?

Alya walked her through this. It was the plan! It was what she wanted! So why did she feel so unsure? Why did it feel so wrong to her? 

Marinette looked back at Luka. She didn’t want to embarrass herself infront of him. He wouldn’t care, obviously, but there was something about the thought that made her cringe. She shouldn’t care– then why did she? And why did she so much? 

Luka noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her eyes clouded with anxiety. 

“Hey,” He started gently, “We don’t have to start right away if it makes you feel better.” He said, “I don’t have anything else today.” 

A large hand pressed on her shoulder, which helped settle her down a bit, “I’m all yours.” 

Marinette didn’t have plans either, aside from Luka. That was, as long as her Ladybug duties didn’t call her. They scheduled it out like this in case, though frankly, it was more an excuse to spend more time together. The mini-freak-out was entirely unplanned. 

“Maybe we can talk a while more?” She asked, “I think I’m getting last minute jitters.” 

“Of course,” Luka said coolly, “We can take as much time as we need.” 

“I owe you, Luka.” 

“Ha– jokes on you. I love talking to you, Marinette.” 

And there were about a million things left unsaid between them. They probably should address his confession soon, or maybe go over the logistics considering she was (supposedly) ‘madly in love’ with Adrien. Shockingly, neither of those topics brought her peace of mind. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea. 

“As long as we’re just chatting,” Luka said, “do you mind if I ask another question?” 

“Sure.” 

“There are a ton of other songs to choose from for Veronica, so why Dead Girl Walking?” 

She never mentioned it to him, but Luka was smart enough to know Adrien had something to do with it. That’s why he asked all those questions earlier, about her being comfortable, about what she wanted. But she didn’t choose the song for Adrien. 

“I guess I liked how brash it was.” She answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone sees me as this innocent, sweet, clumsy cinnamon roll. That’s why Alix, Rose, Myelen, Alya, and Juleka were shocked when they heard who I was trying out for, right? I guess I want people to see me as more than that.” 

“Is there something wrong with being seen like that?” He asked. It was nice getting to know more about Marinette, especially when they shared moments like these. 

“No!” Marinette flailed, “I love being nice and sweet! I just don’t want to be stuck in a box for the rest of my life.” Besides, she’d seen enough as Ladybug to confidently say she wasn’t too sheltered anymore.

“Really, you could consider this my Jagged Little Pill.” 

That got a laugh out of Luka who had started noodling little melodies while they spoke. Before long, a familiar song came up, and the two sat quietly listening to the music. That was the last boost Marinette needed, and as he finished, she perked up. 

“Okay.” 

“Ready?” Luka asked. 

“Bring it on.” 

“Then let’s show the world what you’re made of, Alanis.” 

[crownshattered]

|| Okay, last starter call!! This time, like for a starter from one of my PRIMARY muses~ Remember, you MUST specify the character(s) or else I won't write the starter, especially if you're a multimuse!!

This applies to: Vee (BG3 oc), O!Ciel, Chuuya, Inosuke (AU!!), Kotoha, Koyuki, Anne (Genshin oc with other verses), Focalors (main verse reincarnated AU), Jean, Kafka, Mipha, Abigail, Shoka, (omitting my twst Frozen trio because they have their own active starter call), and Malleus~

[mothvalentino]

@hellmxses redemption starter

For some reason, Val thought it would be easier to tell Velvette first. He contemplated calling her to break the news but then decided that he owed her more than that. She deserved to hear it face-to-face. And so the moth asked her to meet in a cafe outside the Vees' territory, choosing a neutral spot in case their conversation went south.

Already sitting in a secluded booth, Valentino warmed his upper hands on his cup of coffee, nervously eyeing the entrance until he saw Velvette approaching through the window. His gaze dropped to his steaming beverage, the courage to meet her eyes fleeing him.

ཐིཋྀ "Hey, Vel...", he greeted her, subdued but forcing himself to look at her as he continued to speak.

"... I'm leaving the Vees."

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Remember that one Jon chapter in ACOK in which he wargs into Ghost for the first time and encounters a manifestation of Bran as a weirwood?

When he closed his eyes, he dreamed of direwolves [..]

Jon?

The call came from behind him, softer than a whisper, but strong too. Can a shout be silent? He turned his head, searching for his brother, for a glimpse of a lean grey shape moving beneath the trees, but there was nothing, only...

A weirwood.

It seemed to sprout from solid rock, its pale roots twisting up from a myriad of fissures and hairline cracks. The tree was slender compared to other weirwoods he had seen, no more than a sapling, yet it was growing as he watched, its limbs thickening as they reached for the sky. Wary, he circled the smooth white trunk until he came to the face. Red eyes looked at him. Fierce eyes they were, yet glad to see him. The weirwood had his brother's face. Had his brother always had three eyes?

Not always, came the silent shout. Not before the crow.

He sniffed at the bark, smelled wolf and tree and boy, but behind that there were other scents, the rich brown smell of warm earth and the hard grey smell of stone and something else, something terrible. Death, he knew. He was smelling death. He cringed back, his hair bristling, and bared his fangs.

Don't be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him.

- Jon VII, ACOK

I’ve always wondered about this but passage because the whole thing is so strange and a bit confusing.

So Bran reaches out and touches Ghost - we’re not sure where but I always just assumed between the eyes because he tells Jon that he must open his eyes and see.

People say that this was Bran awakening Jon’s warging powers but I’m not so sure. For starters, I think Jon was the first or the stark kids to warg; or at the very least, he was the first one to bond with his direwolf.

“Can’t you hear it?” Bran could hear the wind in the trees, the clatter of their hooves on the ironwood planks, the whimpering of his hungry pup, but Jon was listening to something else. “There,” Jon said. He swung his horse around and galloped back across the bridge. They watched him dismount where the direwolf lay dead in the snow, watched him kneel. A moment later he was riding back to them, smiling.

- Bran I, AGOT

Plus, Jon is already warging into Ghost at the time of the encounter so it can’t be that. If that’s not the case then, what does this mean? What is Bran doing if he’s not triggering Jon’s already active warging powers?

There’s also something else that is quite confusing. So Bran touches Ghost and the scene changes.

And suddenly he was back in the mountains, his paws sunk deep in a drift of snow as he stood upon the edge of a great precipice. Before him the Skirling Pass opened up into airy emptiness, and a long vee-shaped valley lay spread beneath him like a quilt, awash in all the colors of an autumn afternoon.

- Jon VII, ACOK

I’m not too sure about what just happened here. Are we meant to believe that Ghost is physically transported to the mountains? Or is Ghost experiencing the world on two planes: one physical and one metaphysical? Ghost’s real body remains at the weirwood tree but his consciousness is transported to a different place? But then this conscious has a corporeal form? I don’t get it….

Another thing to note is that Ghost seems out off by Bran because he smells of death. We know that Bran is in the crypts of Winterfell when this is going down so that would explain why he smells that way. So is Ghost afraid of death? Is he afraid of the dark? How much of the metaphysical is Ghost able to sense? If memory serves me correct, Ghost was also scared at the Fist of the First men because he presumably smelled death there too. It might just be animal things or it might point to something deeper.

Anyway, Ghost shows some aversion to what’s going on but Bran then tells him not to be afraid of the dark. He must first embrace it. And this is when Bran reaches out and touches Jon to open his eyes.

Don’t be afraid, I like it in the dark. No one can see you, but you can see them. But first you have to open your eyes. See? Like this. And the tree reached down and touched him.

So this is all happening while Bran is experiencing a very physical journey to the underworld (an important part of a hero’s journey). So can this be taken as foreshadowing of something that will come to fruition when Jon has to go through his own brush with death? What will opening his eyes to “see” mean for Jon then? Is it similar to when Bran gets all those visions while he’s comatose in AGOT? Maybe this is what will happen to Jon. He will also get visions that remind him why life is worth living; and why life is worth fighting for.

While he’s in a coma, Bran sees past the curtain of light and peaks into the Heart of Winter. The three-eyed-crow tells him that this is why he must live, because winter is coming. Bran then wakes up and names his direwolf ‘Summer’ - as in opposition to Winter. I think it’s possible that we get something similar with Jon. He might have to see what death actually looks like and make the decision to live again so that he can bring about the spring.

And if Jon has to see beyond death, how does that relate to Ghost being, you know, a ‘ghost’? One who exists in the boundaries between life and death. So does he see the living and the dead because he is a part of both? Is this what is needed for Jon’s role as one who will defeat death once and for all? He has to see and conquer death so that new life (spring) can emerge? This could be another reason why Jon has to warg into Ghost after death.

This also brings forth questions of the innate power within Ghost. Namely, how he functions as a vessel of “seeing” and “watching”. To watch is a very prominent motif in Jon’s arc. He is someone who is constantly in the shadows, seeing and watching. He joins an order of men named the Night’s Watch. And even more poignant is that the NW’s primary purpose is to watch for winter - and winter means death. Ghost is a watcher and as one who exists in the boundaries between life and death. Let us remember that he is found with his eyes open when all the other direwolves have theirs closed….

His fur was white, where the rest of the litter was grey. His eyes were as red as the blood of the ragged man who had died that morning. Bran thought it curious that this pup alone would have opened his eyes while the others were still blind.

- Bran I, AGOT

When Arya meets the Ghost of Hight Heart, she compares her eyes to Jon’s direwolf. And the Ghost of High Heart seems to be operating on some kind of magic that might be of the First Men- and the old gods. And the Ghost of High Heart can see things.

Arya spied the small pale shape creeping behind the horses, thin white hair flying wild as she leaned upon a gnarled cane. The woman could not have been more than three feet tall. The firelight made her eyes gleam as red as the eyes of Jon's wolf. He was a ghost too.

- Arya VIII, ASOS

Not to mention, Ghost the albino direwolf has an obvious connection to Bloodraven. Bloodraven is powerful in the magic of the Old Gods and can also see things. Bloodraven, like Jon, is a watcher as he too joined the Night’s Watch and served as its Lord Commander.

His hair fell to his shoulders, long and white and straight, brushed forward so as to conceal his missing eye, the one that Bittersteel had plucked from him on the Redgrass Field. The eye that remained was very red. How many eyes has Bloodraven? A thousand eyes, and one.

- The Mystery Knight

It gets interesting when we consider the powers working within Ghost, and through him. The power of the Old Gods. See, Ghost is like a weirwood in wolf form. Literally.

And suddenly Ghost was back, stalking softly between two weirwoods. White fur and red eyes, Jon realized, disquieted. Like the trees …

- Jon VI, AGOT

And Jon thinks that Ghost belongs to the Old Gods.

Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre’s. He had a weirwood’s eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they’d found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

- Jon XII, AGOT

Ghost’s red eyes are those of a greenseer. Again, one who sees beyond what others can.

“Those you call the children of the forest have eyes as golden as the sun, but once in a great while one is born amongst them with eyes as red as blood, or green as the moss on a tree in the heart of the forest. By these signs do the gods mark those they have chosen to receive the gift. The chosen ones are not robust, and their quick years upon the earth are few, for every song must have its balance. But once inside the wood they linger long indeed. A thousand eyes, a hundred skins, wisdom deep as the roots of ancient trees. Greenseers.”

- Bran III, ADWD

So does Ghost have the power of the old gods? Is he a vessel of the old gods? An emissary sent to aid Jon specifically? Ghost had red eyes that see, and Jon the watcher can tap into them to see as well. But what other power can Jon tap into, through Ghost’s red eyes that can see very far?

Direwolves, as we know from George R.R Martin, are magical creatures. But Ghost seems to be capable of much more than what is expected of a regular direwolf, even one bonded to a warg. I’m not just talking about his coloring but about certain ‘powers’ he seems to possess. For one, he is able to sense his siblings. He can sense whether they are alive or dead; he senses that Summer and Shaggy are alive, senses Nymeria is alive, senses Lady is dead, and also senses that Greywind is dead before Jon gets news of the Red Wedding.

There were five of them when there should have been six, and they were scattered, each apart from the others. He felt a deep ache of emptiness, a sense of incompleteness.

- Jon VII, ACOK

But that’s not all. There are instances of him going beyond just sensing his siblings. It’s almost like he can “see” them; not just “see” where they are but also “see” what they’re doing.

A wild rain lashed down upon his black brother as he tore at the flesh of an enormous goat, washing the blood from his side where the goat's long horn had raked him.

- Jon I, ADWD

His black brother was the closest, prowling over wet rocks and through dark holes in the ground. He had taken down a monstrous goat, a shaggy white goat as big as any elk with a long horn jutting from its brow, and he was gorging on its flesh, sharing the kill with his other half.

- Longer version from a deleted AFFC chapter; same scene as above but longer

In another place, his little sister lifted her head to sing to the moon, and a hundred small grey cousins broke off their hunt to sing with her. The hills were warmer where they were, and full of food. Many a night his sister’s pack gorged on the flesh of sheep and cows and horses, the prey of men, and sometimes even on the flesh of man himself.

- Jon I, ADWD

On the other side the wind was colder still, the wolf sensed. That was where his brother had gone, the grey brother who smelled of summer. With the cliff between them, he could not sense his brother, but sometimes when he padded down the long cold burrow under the ice and poked his nose through the hard black bars, he could feel him. The snow was falling where his brother was, covering all the woods in white. And there were hunters near, living men and dead men, and the ones who wore the shapes of men but smelled only of cold.

- Deleted Jon AFFC chapter

Is this what Bran awakened during the encounter with Jon? He awakened Ghost’s (and Jon’s) ability to “see” things like a weirwood can? And let’s remember that Bran was working through a weirwood…

Correct me if I’m wrong but ghost is the only direwolf that can do this, yes? Perhaps this is where Ghost being ‘a ghost’ comes into play. Because he can straddle the boundary between life and death, then that means he can see who is on either side (dead - Lady and Greywind, alive - Summer, Shaggy, Nymeria); it could also explain how he knows Summer is alive even though he cannot actually sense him. This could also explain why Summer is the only other direwolf able to sense which of his siblings is alive or dead; because Bran made a journey to the underworld, both figuratively and literally.

It’s quite speculative, but I think another reason for why Ghost can “see” his siblings is because they are in near death situations, or are in situations where death hangs in the air. Like when he “sees” Shaggy in Skaagos, Shaggy is wounded from his fight with the unicorn (and the unicorn is dead). In the last quote I posted above, Ghost can “see” the Others and Wights who surround Bloodraven’s cave and can identify that some are dead. Note that Ghost can also “see” the Others and even though they wear the shapes of men, Ghost can see that they aren’t really men because they smell of cold (and also bring death in their wake).

Jon isn’t anywhere near his siblings but he can see all these things through Ghost. Does this mean that Ghost is able to see beyond Jon’s physical constraints? Or that Jon, through Ghost, can cast his eyes far and see? But how far does that go? Is it just something to do with the pack? Or can it be extended to other people/places? After all, after the encounter with Bran, Ghost saw the wildling camp and that had nothing to do with his litter mates.

I just can’t wait to see how Jon’s resurrection plays out because this ability to see is something that could potentially be made stronger after Jon’s resurrection. Jon, like Bran, will have journeyed to the underworld and emerged from it. Perhaps the encounter with Bran was sowing the seeds for things Jon could do in the future. But there is still the question: does he need to warg into Ghost for this or can he do it on his own? If his bond with Ghost is multiplied exponentially after death such that they share a soul, does Ghost’s power transfer over to Jon? What are the constraints here?

Another question that greatly interests me is, if Ghost is the one who not just senses but sees his siblings, is this indicative of a special place he has among the pack? Is he the pack leader maybe? Or perhaps the pack protector?

They arrived, flushed and breathless, to find Jon seated on the sill, one leg drawn up languidly to his chin. He was watching the action, so absorbed that he seemed unaware of her approach until his white wolf moved to meet them. Nymeria stalked closer on wary feet. Ghost, already larger than his litter mates, smelled her, gave her ear a careful nip, and settled back down.

[Jon] messed up her hair again and walked away from her, Ghost moving silently beside him. Nymeria started to follow too, then stopped and came back when she saw that Arya was not coming.

- Arya I, AGOT

Far off, he could hear his packmates calling to him, like to like. They were hunting too.

- Jon I, ADWD

He was no longer certain they were wrong. Every night Ghost prowled along the Wall, hunting for a way through, called by a brother he could not feel, a hunger he could not sate. And Jon ran with him, in the darkness of his dreams.

- Deleted Jon AFFC chapter

There’s obviously a weird power that’s active within Ghost that isn’t exhibited by the other direwolves. Not to mention his incredible intelligence which also isn’t seen in the other direwolves; the other direwolves are intelligent, but Ghost’s intelligence seems almost human.

A vast blue-white wall plugged one end of the vale, squeezing between the mountains as if it had shouldered them aside, and for a moment he thought he had dreamed himself back to Castle Black. Then he realized he was looking at a river of ice several thousand feet high. Under that glittering cold cliff was a great lake, its deep cobalt waters reflecting the snowcapped peaks that ringed it. There were men down in the valley, he saw now; many men, thousands, a huge host. Some were tearing great holes in the half-frozen ground, while others trained for war. He watched as a swarming mass of riders charged a shield wall, astride horses no larger than ants. The sound of their mock battle was a rustling of steel leaves, drifting faintly on the wind. Their encampment had no plan to it; he saw no ditches, no sharpened stakes, no neat rows of horse lines. Everywhere crude earthen shelters and hide tents sprouted haphazardly, like a pox on the face of the earth. He spied untidy mounds of hay, smelled goats and sheep, horses and pigs, dogs in great profusion. Tendrils of dark smoke rose from a thousand cookfires. This is no army, no more than it is a town. This is a whole people come together.

- Jon VII, ACOK

I get excited just thinking about how this could manifest with Jon as a commander of armies. He could very well become a commander who can see across enemy lines, can see their formations, who’s leading them, what sort of supplies they have, how big their numbers are, etc. It’s kind of a scary thing to have. Jon wouldn’t need to send so many scouts if he can just see things for himself. Plus it brings to mind Jon’s parallels with the Norse god Odin, who can see into all realms through his high seat Hlidskjalf.

One last thing to note, Bran says that Ghost was the only direwolf to have his eyes open when the wolf pups were found. This is obviously a nod to Jon being more mature than what is expected of him at the time, plus we must remember Maester Luwin asserting that bastard grow up faster than trueborns. But perhaps there is a magical explanation of that as well. It’s not just that Jon sees and understands the real threat from up north, but he can see on a metaphysical realm in a way that none of the others can.



[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @the-first-woman ))

So, his first week moved fast. Though, that was just how Vox operated. The moment the princess welcomed him as a partner to the project, he got to work.

Hiring a construction crew to fix up and upgrade the rickety old hotel as much as possible without completely remodeling it, calling up the other Vees to help redecorate and refurnish it to be more up to date (and letting Velvette make a post about it), sending out help wanted ads and helping the gals hire new staff (for now the staff body was kept rather small due to the staggering number of vacancies), and now all that was left? Filming a commercial for this hotel. Easier said than done. Not the filming part, but, the actual advertising part.

How can he sell this delusional service in a way that makes people actually want to come here, satisfy the princess, and preserve his image? They were lucky to find two crazy enough fuckers to actually board this inevitably sinking ship.

Well, the only way he'll know for sure, is by doing.

A drone floating in front of him and the hotel, Vox took a breath.

Selling points; free food, shelter, and protection... With the catch that you had to cease your vices. The chance to get into Heaven... Theoretically. Not guaranteed. The alternative to the yearly Exterminations... Only if this bullshit pipedream turned out to work.

Fuck-! Okay! You can twist this into something worth a damn! You could sell an ice bucket to a freezing man, even without your hypnotic abilities-

It was when he was psyching himself up for this commercial when he noticed a tall figure walking on the pavement path towards the hotel. A very familiar one.

Vox knew it was inevitable to encounter Charlie's family for choosing to work with her. But he didn't expect it to be so soon. And certainly didn't expect it to be the parent that went off the grid seven years ago.

Holy shi-

Just as quickly as he was caught off guard, he straightened up, giving his award winning smile.

"Your majesty, what a pleasant surprise! No one has heard from you in ages!"

He willed the drone to rise out of her way as he continued, gesturing at the building behind him.

"Welcome to the Starize Hotel, Sinners' second chance to rise! How may I help you today?"

He paused, a thought occurring to him.

"Ah... I assume your business here is more... Family related?"