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minkdelovely · 7 months ago

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I literally don’t know how many times I’ve said I’m gonna be insufferable but I need y’all to actually take me seriously this time (especially since this is being released in parts — I anticipate to be INSANE over each).

Words are honestly escaping me… not that all of Hazel’s work doesn’t have that effect on me lmao but this is like… touching on so many tropes and themes that I am genuinely NOT normal about 🙈

Reasons why you ABSOLUTELY NEED to read this: 1. EXCEPTIONALLY WRITTEN 2. BANTER is IMMACULATE 3. PREMISE is original and fun and cute and exciting and —

Okay I had to stop myself before I start sounding manic (teehee). Some highlights/reactions below because I am NORMAL and obviously react to things in such a completely casual way I actually come off as aloof (sorry for fooling you all — it WILL happen again).

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“Are you a doctor?” Hotel manager and doctor would be an unlikely combo, but the day had been odd from start to finish.

I couldn’t help but laugh… this made me think of “shoe making and obstetrics”. We love a twin passion.

What’s some sex between nuns?

that’s what I’M saying 😔

His chest pressed into your back, nearly forcing you to fall into the armoire, to assist you.

I love feeling small tbh 🥲🥲🥲

You stood there for several moments, staring at him with purple fabric pooled around your ankles, him staring at you with a shiteating grin.

so bitchy, I’m a sucker for it (shh don’t worry about my red flags y’all) 🫠

You felt Alastor’s hand again, now on your hip. You took three steps to the right, slipping from his fingertips.

oh goddd it’s already starting 🥲❤️‍🔥

Flustered, Lucifer fumbled with his phone before dropping it. “Oh! Shit! H-hello!”

the way I can see & hear this in my brain, I adore him

“Oh no! That’s— you’re gonna be here awhile.” Lucifer pulled at his collar in a mock attempt to release the awkward heat of the conversation.

SCREAMING

You saw the sky less often than Alastor’s grin and you couldn’t stand it.

babyyyy 🥺

The next morning you awoke to find your floor littered with strips of something. Flinging open the armoire you found two empty hangers. You turned back, noticing the white and purple color to the fabric confetti.

I literally gasped — NAUGHTY BOY

Alastor’s ears folded back, eyes looking to the left and up, “Odd. Are you sure? Maybe you accidentally threw them away.” That devilish grin you’d come to expect. He knew damn well how stupid that was.

CATTY

His voice was so low and close, had anyone ever spoken to you with such a commanding tone? A new feeling twitched in you. You blocked it out.

🫠🫠🫠

His other hand came to press on the door, too. An arm to either side of you, trapped, as he leaned in. You pressed yourself against the door to make distance from his body

A FULL FUCKING KABEDON???!!! I AM SHAKING!!!

A choking noise from behind the bar made you stand up in your seat, eyes flying from Husk to Alastor. A glowing green leash dragging Husk across the floor, his hands desperately pulling at the collar as he struggled to breath.

HUSK NOOOO 😭

You hit the hand Alastor offered you but were surprised to see his face painted with concern.

MY IMAGINATION WILL HAUNT ME WITH THIS FOREVER (even though he was literally just being so evil)

“I said stop.” After rolling to your feet you began to march away. “Every time I find something nice in this piece of shit domain you remind me I’m in hell.”

tell him baby!! 👏🏻

His chest was shaking with every breath. Why didn’t you move? Just walk away. Knock off that touch as you had been doing. You hadn’t noticed how quickly you were breathing, too, until his hand was pulling your chin up and towards his face.

SWEATINGGG

A laugh, “At least pretend you mean it.”

GIRL 🫠

“What a terrible reply!” You slid down the wall and slipped under his arms, “If you shadow work your way into this room I will fuck that horny spider on camera just to spite you.” You opened your door, pausing to make sure he was still down the hall, “Angel on Angel, working title.”

…I’d watch it

Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

I managed to finish this despite, ya know, the aforementioned: (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2 (keep reading)

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「warnings/promises: Alastor x CupidFemReader, broken bones, feet washing, normal sized Luci, you know the outfit in my PFP? You’re wearing that but soft purple and the bottom half is ambiguous because idk baby whatever you feel best in it’s your story, Husk has a bad time, Alastor has a bad time, You have a bad time, Charlie has a great time 👌🏼, not choking」

Minors this one is chill but the next two imma need you to Dani 💋 ♥️ 🧹lovingly

You had made a mistake, yes, but Hell? Really?

Sure, you had dropped an arrow into the water supply of a nunnery which did lead to some unholy behaviors. But! The nuns seemed quite happy. Wasn’t that the point?

Tossing you to Hell through a hastily opened portal was honestly unprofessional. You ended up dropping three stories, upside down, in front of a butcher's shop.

In the seconds between Sera telling you, ‘You can return when you’ve made a sinner believe in true love.’ and Lute kicking you square in the chest through the hell door, you thought it wouldn’t be so hard. True, you couldn’t use your arrows as that wouldn’t be “true love” and also too easy, even gods weak to your shots, but ultimately sinners were still human. Humans were pushovers! Pliable, gentle at their hearts, desiring love and tenderness. How bad could the naughty ones be?

And then you landed shoulder first onto the pavement. It hurt. Things didn’t hurt in heaven…

Your arrows scattered, quiver spilling when you inverted. Wincing, you scrambled to grab as many as were within reach. Your right shoulder was burning, a new sensation.

You counted them by name as you gathered: Eros, Agape, Philia, Pragma, Philautia, Ludus, Storge… panic.

ErosAgapePhiliaPragmaPhilautiaLudusStorge— Mania wasn’t there. Arguably the arrow that caused you the most trouble, the sting of Mania would cause a madness that led to obsessive behaviors, possessiveness, jealousy.

Pulling yourself up, arrows clutched in one hand, the other holding the place near your collar was throbbing, your eyes were frantic in their search.

“What’s this?”

You finally looked up from the sidewalk, a man’s back to you before he turned. Bile rose and burned your throat as he pulled Mania from where it had pierced his chest pocket.

His eyes, shades of red heaven didn’t even entertain, made a simple trip from the arrow's head to your face.

The man went so still you thought for a moment he was a hologram, but you could see the tiniest rise and fall of his chest. A deer facing down a bright light, he remained frozen in place as you began to approach him.

“Excuse my manners, but that’s mine and I really need it back.” Your injured arm moved first and the pain made you see white, a cry so sharp people turned to look. He snapped back to his senses, and with an odd sound you couldn’t quite place, he seemingly disappeared into the ground.

Mania was left behind, shining smugly against the dirty pavement. You didn’t want to make a reach for it, fear flooding you. You’d never felt pain before.

You’d seen it in humans, but never in your existence had you experienced it. Would both arms hurt?

You let the left hand abandon its guarding place and grabbed the errant arrow. Tucking into an alley, you crouched and returned the arrows to their quiver with immense difficulty.

Okay, yes it was Hell but maybe you were a little paranoid. A sense of being watched wouldn't leave you even after you re-emerged from the darkness of the alley.

The enormity of your task set in as you surveyed the area. You, an obviously heavenly creature even without your wings out on display, would need time to make anyone believe in any form of love. Where would you go in the meantime? And now injured for the first time in your life? How long would that need to mend?

Expanding your view, you saw the currently defunct doomsday countdown hovering above the embassy. Perfect, holy ground would atleast keep you safe for the night, which was falling with a malignant speed.

They couldn’t have given you some time to change? Or pack a set of clothes? Your short sleeved button up a (literally) glowing shade of white was attracting too much attention, golden sandals now cloudy from various fluids across Pentagram city’s streets. Your heart shaped overalls a powdered purple, you looked like an adult child among a sea of very tired professionals.

When you got to the embassy you only had one good arm to open the heavy doors, which unfortunately didn’t budge. Perhaps you needed two? Trying to muster up some adrenaline, you began to pant. Deep breaths like the women in labour you sometimes worked your magic on.

As soon as you gripped the handle you saw something that made you jump back, muscles flexing around whatever damage you’d done in your body from the fall. A large black snake? Some demonic squid’s appendage? Something unholy grabbed hold of the handle as soon as you had and gave such a tug the doors violently shook.

You spun around to the dark neighborhood behind you. Nothing. Turning back the thing was gone. And so was all of your hope. It was locked. The tears were unwanted and unnecessary, but just-- you were hurting so much, you were dirty, you were alone, and now essentially homeless.

If there was ever a reason to cry, you decided to let yourself have this one.

The lamplights flickered and the entire street went pitch black. Because of course it did.

Hyperventilating now entirely without intention, you watched as one light to the left popped on with a static buzz. Desperate to be out of the darkness you ran to the spotlight. As soon as your foot entered the beam, the light beside it lit up. Your eyes wandered to heaven above, were they helping you? Had you not been entirely abandoned?

Of course! Yeah. They sensed you at the doors and sent off some guidance. How silly of you. Relief washed over you as you ran through the lights until your foot left one spotlight but the next hadn't popped on.

Twirling back to the embassy, you saw all of the lights shut off in succession behind you.

Just you and the one lamp now, and the glow of some TVs in the shop window to the right. What was the meaning of this?

That weird sound you heard earlier but couldn’t place… electricity but dusty and barely contained. Your gaze was drawn to the radio in the shop window in front of you. You hadn’t noticed it until it buzzed to life. It lit up faintly, dial turning on its own until a high and smooth voice rang out, “Looking for your way to heaven? You’re in luck! The Hazbin Hotel is now accepting any and all willing to find redemption!”

This must have been the message, I mean, heaven was never good at being subtle.

“Just make your way to the left and toward the looming building atop the hill!”

Your head turned to your left and then up slightly. Bathed in red and white lights stood a behemoth of a building on the edge of a cliff.

Head still facing the hotel, your eyes flitted back to the radio.

“Reception is open 24 hours a day!”

You touched your arm, then patted at your pockets. Not a wallet or ID card on you. You were the 17th Cupid incarnation, why would you have a fucking ID card? But didn’t those places need such things? You’d seen every romcom earth had ever produced. There was always some issue with hotel check ins.

“Not a red cent needed! We literally do not care who you are!”

Oh. Wait. Was this a trap?

“Created by the Lucifer Morningstar’s daughter! A foolish young woman who genuinely believes in reforming sinners!”

Lucifer?? The former angel, yes, but the word angel carried much more weight now. Perhaps he would have a modicum of pity given your circumstances.

You took an unsteady foot forward and toward the hotel when the street lights all buzzed back to life.

The path to the hotel was long, many demons stopping you on your way but quickly losing interest after a second or two of pestering you. You gave a silent prayer to the archangels for that blessing.

It must have been nearly 1am when you finally made it to the hotel’s doors. When you entered you found an empty reception desk and a poorly written note:

Before the bell’s hammer even hit the metal, a man popped up from behind the counter.

The man.

The man you shot with Mania.

“Welcome to th-,”

You were outside and leaving the awning before he could finish, but just as quickly as you left he appeared in front of you, “Still missing your manners?”

He blocked your path with his remarkable size. Why were demons so tall? What was the use of it?

“Deer got your tongue?” He bent over unnaturally at the waist.

“What?”

“Would you like-,” he began.

You walked around him and down the driveway. He moved briskly beside you, slowly growing larger and larger until his body was several stories tall and entirely blocking the gates of the premises.

A horror. Hell was full of horrors.

He crouched, large toothy smile now baring down at you.

If you stabbed him in the eye with an arrow, which would cause the least trouble? It was a rule to never give a double love bite but this was a dire situation.

But if you were sent to hell for a little nun love fest, what would purposefully stabbing a sinner do?

He rapidly shrank, hands coming to his front to catch a summoned microphone…Cane? Staff?

“You’re injured. Just, come back inside. I promise I don’t bite without consent.” His head cocked to the side, a quiet, “Usually” tacked on.

We’re you visibly hurt? How bad was it? You looked past him to where sounds of yelling and music were rolling up the hill.

“You don’t have many options, angel.” He hissed the word through clenched teeth. Disgust almost seemed to lace his voice, but why, then, was he offering help?

“Not an angel. Cupid. Different.” Kind of. You gave the quiver a shake.

“Ah yes. That explains why you shot at me earlier.” A large hand came to your side and directed you to turn back around. He kept it there, pushing softly to keep you moving.

“I didn't shoot you.”, You huffed, crossing your arms before doubling over in pain. He stopped walking, hand resting now against your spine. Regaining your composure, you continued towards the hotel lobby, “My arrows fell out and…you caught one. With your body.”

“My pocket made quite the lucky catch. Now!” He snapped, a key appearing and floating into his hand with a sparkle of neon green, “Let’s get you to a room and cleaned up.”

“Do you work here?” You asked as he escorted you to one of the upper floors. The room was surprisingly clean and well decorated. You had expected a dingy highway motel. And while the room was largely dark wood and rich colors, it wasn’t as offensive as the rest of hell had been.

“Ah! My my, forgive me! I am Alastor, the radio demon and hotel manager here.” He bowed and offered his hand for you to place yours in. You did so without thinking, and he kissed your knuckles once but his mouth lingered over your flesh. Eyes half lidded, he glanced back up at you, “It is an absolute pleasure to meet you.”

There was no way to reverse Cupid’s arrows. Not by force. Love could only die by the hands of the ones who held it. Others could definitely bruise it, but ultimately it was up to the beholder. Mania was a little different, obsession could be dispelled by shattering whatever illusion the holder felt.

If the holder thought someone was the epitome of genteel chastity then a show of wanton sexuality could break the spell. If someone was convinced the object of their desire was very smart and savvy then acting ignorant could make the obsession fall flat. But there was no indication he had any illusions of you. Not yet, atleast.

Mania was now his, and he would keep it in his heart until he lost it or killed it. He could, technically, be possessed by, and be in the possession of, Mania for eternity. A sinner had never been shot before, that you knew of.

He didn’t noticeably react as you took back your hand. With a hum, he snapped again and you found a chair pulled up behind you and knocking into the back of your knees. You fell into the plush armchair, watching a metal basin of steaming water slide against your feet.

“Excuse you— ExcUU-,” you pulled your legs back but he pulled harder, Alastor removing your dirty shoes and tossing them off to the side like trash.

“You can't clean yourself with that broken collar bone. Allow me.” His hand gripped your ankles and dunked both into the water, “I insist.”

“It’s broken? How could I break a collarbone…,” the humor wasn’t lost on you, sinner washing holy feet, but your focus was entirely on the concept of a broken bone.

“Falling twenty five feet head first, apparently.” Alastor rubbed soap into your calves.

“But I don’t break.” What happened to you, what had that kick into hell done? “You saw me? Also, that isn’t dirty.” you pointed at your calf.

“Peripherally.”

Did he mean the dirt or witnessing the fall? You sat in silence while he hummed, returning your feet to their original color.

“Now,” he rose, patting his hands dry on a small towel, “Unbutton your top.”

Your expression was apparently quite loud, Alastor putting his hands up quickly, “Not like that. I’ve no interest in that sort of thing. I need to see your shoulder and upper chest.” He waited patiently, staring at you the entire time. His smile was so wide, teeth yellow and sharp. Unsettling.

He really did look like he could eat you. You’d heard of such demons.

You slipped off the straps of your overalls, and began to open your shirt. He did away with the water, coming to kneel directly to your right as he watched. You couldn’t see anything without some kind of mirror. If it was bruised or swollen, it was out of your line of sight. Long clawed hands came to the front and back of your shoulder, pressing inward. You pulled away, a firm grip now as his right hand held at the left side of your waist.

“Are you a doctor?” Hotel manager and doctor would be an unlikely combo, but the day had been odd from start to finish.

A shake of the head, “But when I was alive, I did have quite a lot of experience with the inner workings of anatomy.” You grimaced, how could he say such sinister things with such a lovely voice? “Maybe not broken. But I’d say at least a fracture. Perhaps your heavenly body didn’t take full damage. It hurts when you move your arm, correct?” You nodded.

He hummed, another click of his fingers and a fabric unfurled into his waiting hands. “Take it all the way off so I can set this.”

You were exhausted. The pain was gnawing at your nerves. No more fight in you, you just wanted rest, so you slipped off the shirt entirely and let him wrap your arm up into a simple sling. You were surprised his hands were so warm. Demons seemed like they’d be cold to the touch. Like lizards or pearls.

When he finished, you sitting in the large chair with your arm wrapped in a silky black sling, no shirt, and pastel purple heart-shaped overalls folded down your torso, you considered having another cry. You felt your chin tremble. You couldn’t recall ever crying from sadness before today.

It was just a mistake. You hadn’t meant to drop your arrow. Why were the archangels so angry? What’s some sex between nuns?

Alastor bristled, hand coming to your cheek. It was an unwelcome gesture. You batted his hand away with your only free one, but he just sighed and set it on your thigh. You pushed it off, shooting him a glare. The audacity.

You thought you saw his eye twitch.

With what little energy was left in, you stood and open the door for him, “You have been very kind and helpful. Thank you very much. You can leave now.” Oh, right, “Please.”

He stood, pausing as he passed you. He was so tall. Shoulders wide. You felt your heart rate pick up. Even with two good collarbones you knew you couldn’t take him in a fight.

Alastor leaned down to your level, you backing up and into the door, “Until the morning.”

When he said it you had thought he was just going about formalities. But he wasn’t. You awoke some hours later to a knock. When you opened the door he was looming in your doorway again.

You tried to close the door but he put his foot in the gap, then a strong hand wrapped around the door’s edge and he pushed his way into the room.

You sputtered, arm flailing a little as you choked on which reaction to give first. You were undressed, in just your under things.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself further when you get dressed. I’ll undo the sling and help.” Closing the door he then spun back around to face you, smile as bright as it was earlier that same day.

“No! Absolutely not! Leave! Please!”

As he guided your arm through the shirt, you struggled to process what had happened. One minute you were indignant and stubborn and then he was so close to you, hands warm and gentle, and then already he was untying the sling and your shirt was just there and-

“See? Wasn’t that easy? No harm in accepting help.” Alastor looked you over from top to bottom.

“Accepting? What part of any of that did I accept.” You stood bottomless in a button up, trying to get the overalls from the hanger with just your left hand. His chest pressed into your back, nearly forcing you to fall into the armoire, to assist you.

“The part where you didn’t actively fight me. I think we can call that acceptance until you learn better.” His words shook through your ribs and to your front.

Annoyance rose in your chest, what was he thinking? Humans had no right to touch you let alone a sinner. “You’re an eldritch horror, please back away from the divine creature before you.” Alastor laughed, backing away with the clothes in his hands. Hand out, you motioned for him to pass it over. He tossed it on the floor, and took a seat on the bed with crossed legs. “Oh, I see. You’re an asshole. Perfect.” Pretense gone, manners not needed.

You grabbed it with your left hand and managed to get both legs into it before slinking it up and onto your left shoulder. While you tried to figure out how to do the right side, realizing the flaw in your order of processes, Alastor leaned over and unhooked the left strap, overalls falling to the carpet with a soft thud.

You stood there for several moments, staring at him with purple fabric pooled around your ankles, him staring at you with a shiteating grin.

After finally getting dressed, preferring to not think about how, you were followed down to the lobby.

“Breakfast?” He asked, you both in the elevator as he hadn’t gone more than three feet from you since he entered your bedroom.

“No, no appetite. I need to find Lucifer.” You were sure he could help somehow. Somehow he could do….something. Details about Lucifer’s powers and abilities, his strengths and skills were all kept hush-hush. But if nothing else, you could find someone who understood your position.

Your hand was being vigorously shaken before the elevator doors even closed behind you. Charlie Morningstar was not what you expected. Chipper and bright, she was bursting with energy.

“Gentle, Charlie. Our dear Cupid is injured.” Alastor’s hand came to the small of your back. You reached back with your left hand and knocked it off of you.

“Like, the real actual cupid?!” Charlie’s eyes were shining, you could almost see the hearts floating up around her face. You felt Alastor’s hand again, now on your hip. You took three steps to the right, slipping from his fingertips.

“Yes, that is exactly what I-.” You were cut off, Charlie launching into a speech about sinners and heaven and redemption and so much more you couldn’t process.

The energy she gave us was very angelic, which was confusing. Until you saw her father entering the common area.

The most hated creature in all of creation. Your best hope for a tiny sliver of comfort.

Alastor’s hand reached for yours, fingers trapping your wrist and stopping you from approaching the king of hell.

You shook your arm. His hold stayed. You tugged. He was unaffected, talking to Charlie now about your injury as if you weren’t right there.

As Cupid, or at least as a cupid, you weren’t physically strong. You really weren’t meant to exist for a long time, just for as long as your body held up to repeated trips to the human realm. But, in heaven, you were never capable of being harmed. And of course, on earth, you weren’t really corporeal so no harm could come to you. You weren’t built for tug of war with a 7 foot tall demon.

“Mr. Devil! Sir!” You waved your foot, shouting out to the normal sized man. As he saw you, his eyes widened, “Hello there! Sorry to be a bother, I’m from heaven and-” You jerked your hand free, power walking to Lucifer, “I’m here on punishment. It’s a pleasure to meet another member of Elysium’s caretakers. Former or otherwise.”

Flustered, Lucifer fumbled with his phone before dropping it. “Oh! Shit! H-hello!”

You reached down to retrieve it for him, seeing black and red shoes behind you as you did.

“What — why are you here?” Lucifer was looking at Alastor now, which was great news because for a second you thought he was talking to you. A sneaking feeling leaked into your chest that heaven hadn’t actually told him you were coming.

“Just keeping an eye on my guest! As you can see she got injured and I’ve taken to the task of her safety while she’s in hell.”

“No one asked him to do that, sir.” Your smile was strained, you could feel Alastor’s shoulder was touching yours. You looked to where you were connected and then back to Lucifer, “Are all sinners like this?”

“Honestly? Yes. They’re all pretty terrible.” Lucifer sighed, “What did you do?”

A cold sweat, “Misused an arrow. I can’t leave hell until I make a demon who doesn’t already believe in true love…believe in it.”

“Oh no! That’s— you’re gonna be here awhile.” Lucifer pulled at his collar in a mock attempt to release the awkward heat of the conversation. He saw you wither, and Alastor seemed to bloom, so he quickly changed pace, “But! Uhhh, you can totally do it! Charlie has some of the best of the worst here. If I can ever help, just ask!” Nervous laughter that did not put you at ease. He seemed so silly. So sweet and easily flustered.

You felt your hope dash for a second time in less than a day. How long would you be in hell? How long was awhile?

“She is my responsibility now. She won’t be needing anything from you, your majesty.”

A darkness came over you as the two demons began to bicker. You now had your own obsessed shadow; a large and creepy sinner following you around. How on earth could you get close enough to a demon to complete your task? Convincing someone of true love would require trust and time. This would be impossible with Alastor attached to your side.

You spent the first week in hell in the hotel. Everytime you got the courage to leave and explore the areas outside, you’d find yourself shadow portaled “back to safety” by Alastor. It was like the human film ‘Groundhog Day’, always starting over back in the lobby.

No matter where you went in the hotel, he was either beside you or where you had been headed. You saw the sky less often than Alastor’s grin and you couldn’t stand it. You took to hiding, leaning against darkened stairwell corners and sitting on the floor of the ladies restroom.

It bought you a little time to yourself, but the second you moved he was there again. Asking if you were a lost little doe, hand reaching for your waist to pull you near him, red eyes threatening to swallow you whole.

Toward the end of the week, while helping you get dressed as he did daily, Alastor took a step back. “I could get you some new clothes. Cannibal town has the finest duds.” He lifted the lace that lined the top of your pocket, “You stick out. No demon is going to let you trick them into believing in true love like this.”

You could have screamed. No, no demon would even approach you with Alastor standing behind you. It absolutely wasn’t the clothes. You politely rejected the offer and went about your day.

The march to Alastor’s room was easy, as it was 10 feet in front of your door. He had placed you directly across from him, because, ya know, Mania.

He clearly hadn’t expected you to leave your room in your underwear, eyes like saucers as he yanked you in.

“What in heaven are you doing?! Anyone could see you.” He hissed, closing the door with a little too much force.

“Whose fault is that?!” You seethed in return. Anger was something you rarely ever felt but he was inspiring new things in you. “Someone shredded my clothes.”

You stomped your foot, if you had two working hands you’d try to rip his antlers off, “Are you serious?!” You turned to leave, kicking the door before attempting to open it.

A large hand pressed back on the door, slamming it shut. His breath was dropping down the back of your neck despite his considerable height, “You will not be leaving this room in such a state of undress, my dear.”

His voice was so low and close, had anyone ever spoken to you with such a commanding tone? A new feeling twitched in you. You blocked it out.

“You don’t get to make decisions for me,” said too softly.

His other hand came to press on the door, too. An arm to either side of you, trapped, as he leaned in. You pressed yourself against the door to make distance from his body.

“Oh, I absolutely do. Who is going to stop me? You?” Alastor’s voice had noticeably dropped an octave as he whispered what felt like a challenge against your hair.

Who indeed…you had no strength, an arrow would either be useless or complicate things. Lucifer seemed preoccupied and jittery. Heaven wasn’t returning your prayers.

He took your silence as an answer.

“Exactly. Now, I’ll only ask nicely once.” His hands left, warmth on your neck fading. You turned to look at him, sensing his eyes burning holes into your back.

He was holding a two piece set. Older style, 1920s American maybe. Black and burgundy. When did he have time to get this when every hour seemed to be spent near you?

“May I help you get dressed?”

You’d gotten quite close with the few residents who didn’t run at the sight of Alastor. Husk was one of them. You became fast friends, often drinking and lamenting about Alastor’s general existence as Alastor sat some 15 feet away on the sofa. Still not allowed outside the hotel gates, your second week you spent many hours at the bar talking to the surprisingly kind grump.

To your delight Alastor didn’t seem bothered by it, oddly, as long as you were in eyesight he seemed content.

You thought maybe his mania was already waning. Sure you hadn’t attempted to leave the hotel, and you hadn’t argued when he dressed you, but…Ah, hm. Fuck.

Mania can look like Love when you don't struggle against it. A fly motionless in a web can elude the spider for a little bit.

Don't push against the restraints and you can forget they are there entirely.

But push you did, accidentally. Husk was making some new cocktails, trying to enjoy himself and be creative.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He grinned.

“Good?”

He took another sip before handing the glass to you. You grabbed it, taking a taste. Sweet but a bite as it went down. Something with citrus. When you looked up from the glass, he was gone.

“Stop!” You shouted, crawling over the bar and grabbing the chain with your good arm. You tried to pull back, to slow the choking force, but got pulled along with it. “Alastor!” You screamed as your shoulder hit the floor and sent searing pain down your arm.

You could hear Husk gasp, the green glow disappearing from past your clenched eyelids.

“Why can’t you-,” Alastor started to speak a he came to your side. Husk scurried away, crawling back from the demon. You hit the hand Alastor offered you but were surprised to see his face painted with concern.

“I said stop.” After rolling to your feet you began to march away. “Every time I find something nice in this piece of shit domain you remind me I’m in hell.”

You had almost made it to your room when a hand pulled you by the good shoulder and pushed you against the wall. It still hurt.

“Don’t you know? Sharing a drink, it’s as close to a kiss as you could get without bringing your mouth to his.”

“It was a drink, Alastor. You had no right.”

His hand settled on your throat. No grip, just a gentle placement, “I have every right.” His brows knit together in worry, in confusion. “What should I do to make you understand me?” His hand came to your chin, thumb ghosting over your lips.

“If I let you go too far, someone will surely take you. Who wouldn’t? Please. Stop pushing me so much.” His eyes were almost loving as they shined down at you. His breath was picking up. You could hear the desperation in his voice.

Those damned eyes were unrelenting in their stare into your own. There was no creature in presence or audacity in heaven like Alastor. You’d never encountered anything like him.

“Of all the Love you had to take a stray hit from, Mania really was the cruelest accident.” You held your hand at the crook of your neck, wondering if you did more damage. No, if he did more damage.

“Mania? Is that the arrow I caught? How fitting.” His finger pulled down on your bottom lip. You’d seen this movie, you’d been there for these scenes in dorm rooms and under rainy awnings, in darkened beds and sunny fields. You could move, no part of him was actually holding you physically. “Yes, maybe I am obsessed. But whose fault is that? Will you take responsibility for it?” His chest was shaking with every breath. Why didn’t you move? Just walk away. Knock off that touch as you had been doing. You hadn’t noticed how quickly you were breathing, too, until his hand was pulling your chin up and towards his face.

It only came out as a whisper, half said as it was only half meant, “don’t.”

A laugh, “At least pretend you mean it.”

Your knees came together in some desperate attempt to stop the feeling creeping up your legs and to your lap, “Apologize to Husk.”

“Why would I ever do such a thing?” His breath was so warm on your mouth, face tilted to keep his nose from hitting yours.

Your whole body went slack, the sounds of a wild animal loose in the hallway rocking the door as you took shaky steps to the bed, paintings on the walls rattling as he did unseen damage. Sounds of an unknown, unholy animal raging just past the thin drywall.

Had you ever seen Mania work so quickly with so little fuel? Hand coming to your mouth, a burning where his finger touched you.

No one had touched your lips before. No one could ever hope to. Humans were beyond the realm of feeling you, and you didn’t allow kissing with the partners you took in heaven. Personal rule. As in, it was too personal.

The lights in your room flickered, briefly shrouding you in darkness before coming back to life.

Deja vu.

Oh.

What had he introduced himself as? The radio demon? It wasn’t heaven who brought you to the hotel. Of course not.

No. Obviously not.

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#clinging to the serotonin this gave me like a fucking lifeline #cuz work is making me grumpy today 🫠#alastor x reader #x reader #alastor x cupid reader #hazbin hotel fan fiction #article by mink

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mintypsii · 11 months ago

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Sorry to suddenly appear in your ask box but I noticed that you’re reading EFAE and its just one of my fav AUs dgfjhjkhgfjhkdhj I hope you’re enjoying it :3 if you like what’s going on in it I can always hand over my list of recommendations for stuff like it

SORRY FOR SEEING THIS SO LATE omg (also don't apologize for sending in an ask i love them!!!!!)

EYE FOR AN EYE WAS SO?????? i am such a sucker for insane basil honestly let him be unhinged!!!!!!!! i love to see post canon interpretations of what their relationship would be like... and i've read a bunch of fics/stories where basil stabs his eye out after stabbing sunny and i EAT IT UPPP EVERYTIMEEE !!!! it's so dark and messed up and such a basil thing to do. either him attempting to do it or him actually going through with it

another thing about efae i loved was how ?? naturally the whole thing moved like? to people who have comic making figured out, i owe you my life. that was so good. even though basil's rambles were batshit insane it was so in character like wow the dialogue was SO GOOD basil my poor little guy seek medical attention

and sunny's absolute terror oh my godddd it was just. UGH omori is so messed up and efae did such a good job exploring their relationship it's insane

also !!!!!! i'd love to see your list omg :0 i'm not that into omori anymore but i still love things that explore sunny and basil's dynamic so please share !!!!!!!! thank you for the ask teehee

#answered asks #efae had me so invested #hope the artist is still gonna continue it i'd love to see more #no pressure obviously #but still<33 #my rambles #omori #eye for an eye

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cwritesforfun · 2 years ago

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader: Meeting Parents

Kind of continution off of Crush but can be read as a standalone teehee!!

Pete/Maverick is your Dad. He’s dating Penny. You’re his daughter and your call sign is Priss because you like rules. You like to have fun though & you’re a weapons systems officer. Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV

Jake and I just finished running 5 miles. I feel dead. Jake collapses on the ground and says “Damn, I am hurting all over. Why did I agree to run 5 miles with you?” I sit next to him on the ground and answer “Cuz you’re a sucker for my puppy dog eyes.” He laughs. I lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. He pulls me back down when I try to pull away and kisses me deeper.

This time when I pull away, Jake exclaims “I didn't know that kisses were given after runs. I might do more.” I smirk and reply “There’s a lot more where that came from.” He smirks at me and says “God, you’re so hot and sexy and perfect.” I smile and say “Thanks, babe.” He smiles back.

I hear my name and see my dad running over. Oh no this can not be good. I exclaim “Hey dad. What’s up?” My dad answers “Nothing. Did you two just get back from your run?” Jake answers “Yes sir we did. We ran 5 miles.” My dad replies “That is dedication for your day off, Lieutenant. Did Y/N put you up to this?” So quick to think it was my idea. I mean it was, but damn he really knows me. Jake answers “Yes sir. It was her idea. I feel great though. It was a great idea from a great lady.” Lol, a great idea from a great lady?!? I’m laughing. Why does he seem so put together and so polite with my dad?! Is he trying to impress him??!! Wait if he is, that is cute. My dad asks “Any more plans for the rest of your day off?“ I shrug and Jake answers “No sir.” My dad says “Great, Penny and I would love to have you both over for dinner tonight. Amelia will be there too. Does 6:00 work at Penny’s house?” I look at Jake whose eyes are very wide and he seems to be stuck staring at my dad. I turn back to my dad and answer “Yes it does. We’ll see you all there.” My dad replies “Good. See you both tonight.” My dad then walks off.

I turn to Jake and poke him in the shoulder as I say “Hello? Boyfriend? Are you in there?” Jake turns to face me and asks “Am I really meeting your dad tonight?” I answer “You already know him. You even know Penny. It’s just dinner.” He replies “No, but you don’t understand. I’ve met my instructor Maverick. But, I’ve never met the father of my lovely girlfriend, Pete. I don’t even know what I’m gonna say or do. I need new clothes. He’ll think I'm not cleaned up enough for you. I need a present to bring the host too. I need...” I grab his hands and say “Hey hey hey Jake... It’s okay. My dad might ask about your intentions toward me, but he’s not going to disapprove of you. You’re one of the top aviators and you’re working with him. You’d know if he didn’t want you here. He hasn’t said anything to you during practice or around the base about me, has he?” He answers “If you ever are in a down mood, he asks how you are. I give him an honest answer about how you are without telling him something I know you wouldn’t want him to know. I would not cross that boundary.” I reply “You’re literally perfect. He probably already loves you so much because you are honest with him. He likes honest people.” He asks “What else does he like?” I answer “He likes to fly fast. He likes beer. He likes Penny. He likes me. He likes having fun and letting loose. He likes to sing when he is drunk. He likes people who show they care and put in that extra effort. He likes dedication and hard work. Ummmm... Is that good?” He answers “Yeah that was great.”

We head inside and head our separate ways to our rooms.

Around 5:15pm, I finish getting ready for dinner tonight and I leave my room to meet Jake at his car. I see him leaning against his car in a nice button-up shirt, jeans, and boots. He is so hot.

I exclaim “Damn is that Lieutenant Jake Seresin looking fine as he**?” Jake turns to me and laughs then says “Babe, stop. Don’t make me blush.” I kiss him on the cheek and reply “You’re so cute.” Tell me why I was about to say I love you to him right then. Damn. I love him. Life is crazy. I never would have thought 6 months ago that I would have a boyfriend and it would be Hangman? I love Jake Seresin. I love Hangman. He replies ‘You’re so cute too. I love ... your outfit tonight. You look beautiful.” Why did he say I love and hesitate with what he loved. Are we both thinking the same things right now? I ... OMG!! I could also be reading into nothing. That has happened before and let me down. I reply “Thanks.”

We drive to my dad’s house, which is a 30-minute drive. We blare music and sing the whole way. I want to take his mind off of the fact that he is officially meeting my dad as my dad and not as Maverick. We do stop for a bottle of wine and roses to bring to their house.

Upon arriving, the door swings open and Amelia stands there with a big smile. She excitedly says “Hey Y/N and Jake! Come in. My mom is cooking and Mav is helping her. You can head into the kitchen if you want.”

I reply “Thanks, Amelia.”

Jake slips his hand into mine and we head inside to the kitchen. I see my dad super focused on his chicken and I laugh.

My dad looks up and exclaims “Oh Y/N! Jake! Welcome! When did you both get here?” I say “We just got here. It’s exactly 6:00 I’ll have you know. We brought wine and roses for the hosts.” Penny turns away from the veggies she’s cooking and says “Thank you Y/N and Jake. You both are too sweet. You both look wonderful tonight. I love the coordinated outfits.” Coordinated?!? I take another look at Jake’s outfit then I look at mine. We match. OMG. Why is it hot?!? I say “We did not plan this. That is hilarious.” Jake jokingly says “Great minds think alike.” I bump his shoulder playfully and he laughs.

We continue standing around as they cook talking with them.

At dinner, we take seats at the table. I start to take a sip of wine and I hear my dad ask “So Jake, what are your intentions with my daughter?” I cough and spit some wine everywhere. Amelia starts cracking up and I playfully slap her. Jake says “Y/N is my world. She makes me smile every day and she keeps me sane. I love her and I haven’t even told her that I love her yet out of fear that she would leave me. She could do so much better than me because, in my eyes, she is perfect. On days when I’m down, she makes me feel heard and understood. She is herself around me and helps make me feel comfortable as myself around her. She is my best friend and the best girlfriend. I see a long future with her if she’ll have me.” F*** why are there tears in my eyes?!?! Jake looks over at me and I wipe my eyes. I reply “That was beautiful. I love you too, Jake Seresin.” He smiles and we kiss.

I ask “So Dad, what did you think of his answer?” My dad answers “It was a good answer. Jake, you’re always honest with me about how Y/N is and you seem to truly care for her. You have this reputation of being the arrogant team member and I’ve seen how you’ve grown over the past few months. I think you both helped each other become better versions of yourselves.” Penny says “Not to mention, Jake’s speech was beautiful and you could see the love radiating from him. That kiss was pretty hot too.” Amelia groans “Mom, please no.” Penny says “Amelia, one day you will meet someone wonderful and I will react the same way.” Amelia sighs and shakes her head.

#top gun movie #top gun maverick #Top Gun fic #top gun imagine #top gun imagines #jake seresin x you #jake hangman imagine #hangman fic #hangman x reader #hangman fluff #top gun hangman

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washymylifeaway · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu SakuAtsu fanfic recs: series edition ;)

ALRIGHT LOVES, BUCKLE UP! IM FORCING MYSELF TO FIND MOTIVATION LOL

As I was making that cursed SakuAtsu fanfic rec post (it really is cursed, but it’ll get done eventually cause I do love the SakuAtsu too much, when tho? only god know LOL), I decided that if I’m gonna finish it, imma have to break it up. SO that’s why this is our lovely series edition post LOL. Originally, it WAS writers, tags, series, then single fics BUT I decided to scrap tags and even then I was like it’s too long..... And so, this post materialized LOL (mayhaps writers next? who knows anymore cause I certainly don’t LOL). These are ONLY some of the series that I absolutely adore, and I say some because 1) the tag is literally like 4k fics long and I was on like page 20 something and I have SO many tabs open rn for SakuAtsu, so chances are I missed one or five LOL :’((((( and 2) my ao3 account hasn’t been made yet (should’ve done this a looooooong time ago) and so I don’t have them all saved anywhere :( (these just sound like excuses LMFAO) So these are just the ones I saw and was like OOP I LOVE and then added LOL (and so they’re in no particular order hehe). I also didn’t *** any of them cause they’re all so freakin good and even if you randomly chose one, you will not be disappointed.

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for series and each individual fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

I would also be more careful cause there are a lot more TW in these fics than other ships!

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink, moonlumie (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! this is one of the BEST series I’ve read for this ship and even though I tend not to read WIP, IT’S WORTH IT! Please read ALL the tags before going into any of the fics in this series because there’s some real spicy stuff that may not be your cup of tea!

your highs and lows by astroeulogy (T,M,E) // this fic made me go on a roller coaster of feels from start to (tentative) finish :))) It’s great and I love it AHHHHH The progression in their relationship is just so ajfkjsf, and I just adore how Atsumu just broke(?) during that first fic and the number of double takes he did, v relatable LOL.

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional by DeathBelle (T,E) // I LOVE the entrance to this fic and how it flowed so well. I think Atsumu is characterized really well throughout this series (I could totally see Atsumu bringing the same thing up over and over again LOL), and his development was done beautifully (You just want to make me say it.,,, Kinda, yeah.). I really freakin love this series so please go ahead and read it don’t be shy hehehe.

we call everything on the ice, "love" by awkwardedgeworth (T) // I LOVE this fic omg,,, it’s in series, but it’s only two fics LOL... Anyway, Notte Stellata is one of my favorite SakuAtsu fics and I have reread it way TOO many times and the fanpage fic IS SO AMAZING (AND FUNNY ASF PLS). I really love ice skating AU’s too so this really made this ‘series’ all the more better <333333

know you better & related stories by theglitterati (T,M,E) // this is definitely one of the best relationship development series I’ve read, I love it so much! It really touches all the bases, and the progression is just SO good. It really is the fic version of the get along shirt, extended edition LOL.

flutterbird (a collection of sakuatsu one-shots) by wordstruck (T,M,E) // this series is such an easy pick up because it’s a bunch of one-shots (esp. if you’re not into smut cause there is some), BUT all of them are def worth a read. Personally, the third one, the sakusa kiyoomi listography, is my favorite (cause imma sucker for Sakusa), but that’s just personal preference hehe :)

Atsumu + Sakusa + The National = ? by isaksara (syailendra) (T,M) // this is another stand alone fic series but with AUs :D I don’t even know like most (ie. all) of the references (LMFAO), but I still read all of them LOL. Again, a personal favorite (without any references LOL) is the second one, famous angels (never come through england), it’s really funny and good and I just love it okay?

Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (M) // (this was CP from my angst fic rec post LOL tho it is slightly edited cause istg my writing style changes every post LOL) THE MUG FIC. There is a sequel and when I saw it, it took me another week to read it cause I was like,,, am I ready to have my heart break again? No LOL. But the sequel is actually not as angst (but there’s still angst), so if you want to be like semi-broken or whatever, just read the sequel LOL (also it’s Sakusa POV HEHE). It’s so sad and it made me physically hurt every time someone even mentioned mugs afterwards (LOL why am I so dramatic but it’s the truth :///). Go ahead and hurt with me. You should read it even if you don’t like angst because you know what they say, no pain no gain :’)

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (T) // okay so technically this ‘isn’t a series’, but it is two fic that are related, and what is that if not A SERIES :DDDDD Anyway, I really love this fic enough that I would find loopholes in my own dang post to recommend it LOL. I really love the service ace bet between Sakusa and Atsumu (I do think it is a superior headcannon (it’s hc right?)) but I also love what’s left unsaid by both in each other’s POVs hehe. If you want to go straight to Sakusa’s POV (cause their different POVs of the same fic), here it is parallax error: line of sight. You can read either first, but I recommend you read both eventually :)

to make any other mistake by honeymilktea (rosevtea) (T) // I, myself, am a very big fan of college Haikyuu (tho idk if it seems like that LOL), and this fic is very much up my alley hehe. I really like the idea that they are both TA’s and that Atsumu would totally bribe Sakusa into fake dating him as well as Sakusa wearing his brightest outfits to spite Atsumu.

How Do You Know? by awkwardedgeworth (T) // these fics are both so funny omg. The google search histories, the trial and error, and just everything in these two fics gives me so much dopamine LOL. There’s one POV for both end of the ship, though their tragedies are slightly different.

the human disaster chronicles by firtree (G,T) // is this another Atsumu gay panic fic? Yes, yes it is and I have absolutely no shame in recommending it hehe. I realllllllly like this fic and Atsumu having a break down cause Sakusa didn’t follow his routine? It is the move. Anyway, pls read this series cause like the title suggests, it really is a disaster (but at least there’s love right? LOL).

I Love You (Though it's Inadvisable) by Anubis_2701 (T) // okay the series itself is a wip (as in only one fic for now LOL), but the fic is so good, I couldn’t leave it off :))))) First, I do love a good soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan on the body switching AUs, THIS one was SO good!!! It gets really cheesy and fluff at the end, but the beginning of this fic was just so immaculate, that we’re gonna ignore how much the ending made me want to stick my head into a hole (cause it was so FLUFF OMG).

The Germaphobe and the Asshole by metaandpotatoes (T,E) // so this series is also actually a WIP, but it��s okay I only read the first and the last one anyway cause they’re basically stand alone’s LOL. This series focuses a lot on Sakusa’s mysophobia, so if you’re not a fan of the hc, you should prolly pass hehe. TBH, my favorite is the third one, Avoidance Behavior, but that’s mainly cause I really like SunaOsa and I love the brother bond in it!

you are the cause of my euphoria by SugarHighs (T) // ajsfljksadhjkdfk is my first thoughts while reading this series cause ATSUMU WOULD. He would start posting thirst trap pics (which really reminded me of Wonho) in order to prove he was the most good looking member of MSBY. Tho, we do love the clowning of one Sakusa Kiyoomi, as done in the third fic (PLEASE NUMBER 17 AND Cheezel). Even if you can’t get yourself to read the other fics, read the third one, 5 Ways To Tell If The Person You're Dating Is The One, for the free serotonin boost plsplspls.

'basis' - noun. the underlying foundation for an idea or process. by auvelli (T) // like I said, college AU is a great AU, love it. This one, I do love indeed. We do stan having microwaves and mini fridges hehe. I support the ramen endeavors but oatmeal is gross, I said what I said. Anyway, I love the tags in the second fic, so even if you don’t end up reading it, read the tags,,,, they’re funny okay?

and i press you to the pages of my heart by volchitsae (T) // I LOVE THIS ONE, teehee again the college AU makes another appearance LOL. I REALLY love this writer, and this one is so funny but cute at the same time. It’s another two POV fic, but you’ll want to read this one in order hehe. Again, the ending is so FLUFF, that my head wanted to take a visit to the underground BUT ITS OKAY.

affection and acid reflux by volchitsae (T) // so the first fic is ~angst~ but IT GETS BETTER OKAY, happy endings. HAPPY ENDINGS. Anyway, there’s some really cute Sakusa in this one (esp. when he talks to the boy at the village LOVE HIM) and a healthy amount of angst as well. I really like this fic and guess what it is? Say it with me, COLLEGE AU LOL.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by volchitsae (E) // did I just recommend the same writer three times in a row? Yup and I think that says something LOL (tbh I like some of their stand alone fics more tho LMFAO but that doesn’t mean these series are bad nononono not at ALL (this sounded sarcastic but that was not the intention LOL)). This one is ~magical~ (v literally) and has some kinky stuff (holy water ftw) in it, so tread carefully :) I would make sure to read the tags before each one because it gets kinda steamy LOL.

^^ if I had to choose between these three, I liked and i press you to the pages of my heart the most just cause the plot was my type LOL. But they’re all good hehe.

a study on you(th) and reverie by sieges (G,T) // this series is such a sad series :( The first two are the only SakuAtsu but the third one is an angst Osamu one so there’s that LOL (and ofc the fourth one is KuniYama (is that their ship name idk)) But the first one is a moving on fic (which I liked) and the second is like basically a fake break up (which I liked more LOL) and both have some nice shares of angst and fluff so choose your battles wisely (or just read both LOL).

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! ah yes, the mafia fic LOL. I REALLY LOVE THIS FIC. I felt so bad for Atsumu the entire fic and yes it is, ATSUMU BEST BOY time. Did I really just recommend this series AGAIN for the THIRD TIME in THREE SEPARATE POSTS? Apparently LMFAO I didn’t even know TBH LOL. I just really like this one,,,,,, okay? But pls Atsumu just here for the ride man cause he BEST BOY. Anyway, if you want to see my other comments of this fic that I forgot I did links here :D (links and here are two separate links to two separate posts LOL).

OKAY so that’s most of the series that I saw and was like gotta put this here LOL. And do you see how long this is (I know I’m missing so many series I like istg when I find them later imma cry or just make another post LOL).... Can you imagine how long my actual fic fic one is LOL (i’m not kidding tho it’s so long I might just do fics with their actual summaries instead of adding my invalid, piss poor reviews :/). Ugh the more I think about it, the more I lose motivation to finish LMFAO, so imma go be no thoughts head empty, but I hope you enjoyed reading these series! I love SakuAtsu SO much, so there’s lots more to come (is that good or bad idek). I know I was kinda lazy on the warnings (my bad), so I hope you all were attentive and made sure to check before reading! Also if there are any errors, send me a message/ask! PLS, they’re v embarrassing LOL. (Also tell me if I forget to cap my I’s bc I do that sometimes and I can’t tell cause of the font LMFAO.) The way my posts get slightly more chaotic every time I post LOL.

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angelanimedesaray · 7 months ago

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Ohhhhh hohoho, I like this one, teehee <3 Thanks so much for the tag @humanitys-strongest-brat I love how much you include me thank you thank you so much I'm always willing to do these with people <3333

What first drew me to Levi: Honestly, I won't lie, I have a type/pattern. It's not "I can fix him," no no no, that's my BFF's thing lol. I am a, "I want to help him" person, if that makes sense? I tend to gravitate towards the one's I just want to make feel better/comfort/give the world to, and I get there much, much faster when it's a character that is really strong/tough, SEEMS emotionally distant or unapproachable at first, but there's just so much DEPTH to them, and then, ugh, I'm a gonner. And it doesn't help that I'm a sucker for the blue eyes dark hair combo lol

My favorite thing about him: His loyalty and his heart, his empathy, are definitely the main things. Gets me in the heart every time. His perseverance--and his dry/dark humor, too, haha.

My favorite look? Listen, any time the blue of his eyes is really popping I just-- GASP-- Meeeeellllttttttt And season 3 fed me VERY well in this regard, hehehehe. So Season 3 grey shirt Levi, though I was mostly looking at them eeeyyyeeesss <33333

Hmmmmm who to tag, who to tag-- (I started making the tags and then realized a bunch had already been tagged, drats lol)

@levmada @super-peace-fangirl @awkward-yet-kind @starrylevi @happybird16

Hi my lovely Sailor 🤍 How are you?

To spread some Levi love around, I was wondering: what first drew you to Levi’s character? What is your favorite thing about him to this day? And what’s your favorite look of his? 😏

Hi my beloved Flo. I’m doing better now that you’ve dropped into my asks. 🤍

What first drew me to Levi was his strength, to be honest. He’s just so cool! Someone with that much strength and ability could (and often do) have an enormous ego, but he doesn’t. He cares for his comrades in the Survey Corps. And I love morally grey characters with sad back stories, haha.

My favorite thing about him to this day are his quirks. He could have easily been written as the idyllic, heroic character, but he wasn’t. He’s obsessed with cleaning and holds his tea cup in a strange manner. He has a potty mouth. His ‘imperfections’ make him perfect to me. 😌

My favorite look? Oof, there’s so many….the grey shirt in season 3 is so hot, but I really like him in the formal uniform too.

What about you? I’d love to know!

In fact, let’s make it a tag game! Let’s spread some positivity and Levi love!

Tagging @bitchymanlet @amywritesthings @nube55 @urbandeity @kikarouflames @l3visthighs @youre-ackermine @dont-f-with-moogles @humanitys-strongest-bamf @leviismybby @chaotic-on-main @humanitys-strongest-brat @dreamtuna @romantichomicide95 and anyone else who wants to join in!

#tag games #mooties

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strxnged · 3 years ago

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I MEAN I JUST DONT WANNA BOTHER YOU AT LIKE RANDOM HOURS OF THE DAY. LIKE KT DOESNT SEEM FAIR

I’ll just try and cram as many questions as I can here-

Do you get good grades or bad grades? Like do you gotta study? If yea is it hard??

WHATS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR

FAVORITE PLACE TO HANGOUT??

How observant would you say you are??

Favorite gifts to receive??

Any nicknames for Tanaka?? Friendly or not? Like in a teasing way or endearing

Are you an extrovert. I feel like you are but I have to check-

Favorite food and/or drink?

Idk how much info I’m gonna need sorry for all the questions (there might be more) I’m not much of a planner when I write so it’ll be a surprise what I do-

HDFNJSDNF THESE ARE ALL VERY NICE QUESTIONS AND NO YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME PLS IM I FEEL SO FLATTERED YOU WANNA ASK THESETHINGS WHY ARE MY HANDS SHAKING CALM DONW

good grades, i'd say. i'm a tryhard. i always work my hardest. i haven't gotten a B since Grade 6. and yeees i do study in subjects where study material is actually provided or i find that i don't understand it otherwise, you'll definitely see me sitting at my desk with a binder or textbook on my lap with loud music blasting from my laptop. BUT YEAH IT'S HARD??? I CAN'T FOCUS VERY WELL DUDE

MY FAVOURITE COLOUR CHANGES SO OFTEN BUT I REALLY LIKE GREEN RIGHT NOW IN CASE THAT'S NOT OBVIOUS. ALSO ORANGE AND PURPLE. secondary colours 🤤🤤🤤 BUT ALSO NEUTRAL COLOURS?? OR JUST NICE COLOUR PALETTES?? OR JUST WHEN COLOURS

WHEN THEY. WHEN COLOURS.

FAVOURITE PLACE TO HANG OUT?? NOT IN A CROWD S'IL VOUS PLAIT but i do like being around people i'm comfy with, yk, vcs, going on walks, texting, and BRO if i lived in a different place you bet i would be the kind of person to meet people at a park DSKHA

i'd say i'm fairly observant? i'm not clueless, i am pretty good at evaluating my environment while keeping in mind that if i'm in a new space it's okay to not understand everything at first? i can tell a lot about a person from the way they talk and i'm very interested in psychology (i also overanalyze a lot -- you get that andjksna)

FAVOURITE GIFTS TO RECIEVE??? OKAY WELL I DISCOVERED YESTERDAY THAT THE BEST THING EVER IS JUST GENUINE AFFECTION. PEOPLE CHOOSING TO SPEAK IN THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE. people who offer to help out because they want to, people who send long ass paragraphs of encouragement because they wanna express their love and support, people who pay attention to interests so that they can give a gift that's just right aND that they enjoy coming up with. people who just wanna be around the person they love because they appreciate them. i just think it's neat.

nicknames for TANAKA stop i would call him absolutely anything UM BUT YEAH I WOULD GENUINELY CALL HIM "DUDE" A LOT AND IF HE SPOKE TO ME IN THE SAME WAY I WOULD DIE/pos 😍 being comfortable enough with your girlfriend to call her "bro" is SEXY AF so yeah nothing super special 'xcept for maybe "lovey" TEEHEE BYE also no matter how bad the nickname may sound it will be endearing

UHHH i'm an ambivert OR a people-loving introvert. i would DIE without people but they exhaust me easily because it's just so much work to converse with ppl 'n' stuff. but i love listening. people are NEAT.

FAVOURITE FOOD OR DRINK? ANYTHING WITH FRUITS N VEGETABLES IS NICE LIKE I'M A SUCKER FOR SALADS OR SANDWICHES ANDDDD also that leads me to my bread obsession *clears throat* um yeah i was never in a bread cult. not even once.

GN I FEEL LIKE I SAID TOO MUCH BUT I FEEL SAFE ON THIS BLOG TO TALK AWHILE BECAUSE IT'S MY PERSONAL SAFE SPACE. also that's why i probably come across as extroverted? because i'm comfortable here? and when i'm comfortable i can be LOUD and VERY ANNOYING DSHKFLHD

#🤨— lei #☆— you & myself.#im in love with u #for asking questions like these #yes #ugh #brb ill cry #in a good way

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cobalt-breezes · 3 years ago

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First things First: introductions!

HOWDY HEY THERE!!!

My name is Koda and I’m a 19 year old trans man who hyperfixates on my little pony a concerning amount.

my pronouns are he/him, they/them, or ix/ix.

If you want a semblance of normal art, and not drawings of two ponies who have never interacted once in canon being gay, then check out my art blog, @kodartarang

If you like the idea of seeing funky, weird, niche art for the warriors fandom, I also run the blog @warrior-cat-furby teehee. It’s a warrior cats design blog where I draw warrior cat characters but as furbies (specifically, the way I imagine they would look if they were real creatures. My designs for furbies are not at all canon to the toy line lmfao, especially since a lot of my furby designs are based on odd-bodies).

You can also follow my main blog, @kodangaroo , but there is no organization to what I reblog on that one. So like. You may experience something similar to what happened recently, where I reblogged nothing but Scolipede posts for at least half an hour and terrorized my followers’ dashboards with bug horse.

Now onto the blog!

I got the idea one fair evening when I was scrolling through @/msponies (not tagging her bc I’m not sure if she'd want to be tagged in a post like this !). She had posted a crack-ship fan-child design post that featured Zephyr Breeze and Prince Blueblood.

My initial response was "hoho! This idea is obsurd! Heehee! How funny! I will imagine them being gay for only a moment, to make myself laugh! haha! heehee! hoho!" But then I actually imagined it for real and whoopsies, I couldn't stop thinking about the idea for a while!

What got me intrigued first was how these two characters would very much exhibit an "opposites attract" nature. And like many others, I am a SUCKER for common relationship tropes in LGBTQ+ pairings.

Prince Blueblood, like many ponies of course, lives up to his name. He is snooty, upper-class, uptight, and holds himself to a very high standard. Zephyr Breeze, on the other hoof hand is aloof. He may be prideful like Blueblood, but in an entirely different way. He holds his appearance in a different way (the messy hair, the facial hair shadow), rather than the prim and proper way Blueblood holds his appearance.

I imagine that the way their relationship progresses, it would be very similar to "Rivals-to-Friends-to-Lovers" (yet another trope I'm a sucker for lmfao). In the beginning, after they first meet, Blueblood is very judgemental of Zephyr. The two butt heads a lot. Zephyr constantly teases Blueblood ("Weeell hello there, your highness, your coat is as perfectly and pretentiously groomed as ever I see!"), an Blueblood absolutely abhors it. But somehow they just keep running into each other, despite their desperate attempts to do otherwise. Eventually... The teasing and jabs become less rude and insulting and more... Friendly. At some point, the two of them don't really mind the incidental run-ins as much.

Zephyr Breeze invites Blueblood to a get-together in ponyville with his sister and a few friends. Blueblood, of course, over-dresses for the occasion and is a little bit surprised to see everybody dressed very casually, telling jokes, and laughing loudly.

He's not sure why, but... he kind of enjoyed it. All the social gatherings Blueblood had been to before were uptight and everybody expected him to have the highest of manners. It was nice to let loose.

Blueblood doesn't really know how to express his appreciation for being included, so he does the only thing he can think of; he invites Zephyr to a high-class social gathering at the castle. Zephyr has never been to one, but he appreciates the invite and decides to go. If Blueblood could let loose for a couple hours and take part in a casual hangout between friends in ponyville, then surely Zephyr could manage to fit in with the upper class for a few measely minutes at least. Unfortunately it doesn't go very well; he didn't have any outfits that lived up to the standards of the other attendees, and he ended up being mocked by everyone. Plus, he ate too many of the h'ourderves (how the FUCK do you spell that) and everybody looked at him weirdly, and every time he tried to crack a joke to the crowd they didn't exactly appreciate it. He ended up leaving early, whispering some excuse to Blueblood ("yeaaaaaahhhh... family matters, it's uh. A family emergency yeah, and you know how mom and dad can't get by in these things without me. You know how it is."), and escapes to a nearby bakery where he's the only customer in at the moment.

To his surprise, the door opens to reveal... Prince Blueblood.. Blueblood reveals that he figured Zephyr would be there, and decided to come and check on him ("One must guaruntee that their... acquaintence... will not cause any trouble, of course.")

After a long silence, Blueblood apologizes. "I should have known that a social gathering such as that one would not be a very comfortable place for you."

"Did you just... apologize?"

As the two grow closer, they both learn how to better themselves. Zephyr already had the help of his sister to learn how to push through, get things done, and actually take care of himself, but now he has Blueblood to help him keep track of some of the things he says that may be a bit... "uncouth". And Blueblood learns how to let loose, treat others equally, and just... how to be someone people enjoy talking to. And he learns how to have fun! He didn't know how to do that before.

They don't really say it outright-- they're still working on that-- but there's no denying that there's something there. They move in together. They laugh together. They help each other. They become better, together.

#My Little Pony #Introductions #Zephyr Breeze #Writing #Prince Blueblood #I'm not sure if there's an official ship name for this so I'm going to make one up myself :)#Either #Cobalt Breezes #like my blog name #or #ZephyrBlood #maybe #someone give me suggestions #Anyway hi I have not been able to stop thinking about this for like. A day #My third eye opened #I don't expect anybody to really be interested in this blog but that's okay I just wanna make content for this niche idea #that literally nobody else thinks about <3

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sortavibing · 4 years ago

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hiii (◕ᴗ◕✿) can i request for a match-up for the haikyuu boys? i'm a 4"10 girl with wavy black-brown hair that reaches my waist! my eyes are black brown too, & my skin tone ranges from tan to fair! i am also asian! ｡◕‿◕｡ i am quite thicc (yes thicc) but i am toned! i'm an enfp but despite my extraversion, i can be quite shy around new people and i can be a bit distant, too! i have a sharp sense of wit & humor, i can be talkative but i'm not boisterous i guess (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ i do have a talent for reading people & the situation tho! when i do feel comfortable, that's when i can get talkative! i can snap back sarcastically if the situation calls for it or if i feel like it but other times, i'm pretty chill. i do not have a concrete aesthetic (◕દ◕) i'm fine with sporty, athletic aesthetics & street fashion, i'm cool with cottagecore & looking dainty, sometimes i dress in a 90s style, whatever goes according to my mood! i'm not very athletic bc i never took up sports although i've been told to do so before. i've been told i'm very smart & talented, gifted even, but ig i'm burnt out HAHAHA point is, i'm not a very bookish person but i'm definitely not dumb either 😌 my hobbies include watching anime, listening to music, playing games, and napping! in a relationship, i can get confident but tbh i am screaming internally HAHHA usually, in my relationships, i'm the louder one! i am very tolerant and am usually the one to adjust to my S/O! i am very sensitive but i usually won't say anything to my S/O if they did something wrong. i'm a huge sucker for soft, pure relationships but also SPICY ones (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) if it helps, my type of guy is usually the strong silent one, the socially selective one, or the really cocky, sarcastic one! i'm also lowkey a sucker for height differences teehee

(ps i kin oikawa! yes we both have issues about inferiority & superiority & we can become narcissistic to hide our insecurities,, bonus: i'm a burnt out A+ student)

pt.2 of request: hii (◕ᴗ◕✿) same girl here! the 4"10 asian enfp! i'd like to add i have strong facial features too! i have long eyelashes but they're not noticeable so i look like i don't have them ಠ︵ಠ i have thick eyebrows, thick lips, & deep set hazel eyes! i wear glasses! when i wear them, i look very scholarly & soft but i've been told that without them, i look kinda bitchy & intimidating HAHAHA

hello! thank you for requesting! please the gifted kid burnout is real for me😐ahaha i should be studying for a social studies test and writing a la essay but whatever i’d rather do this. anyways, here’s your matchup!

i match you up with atsumu!

this man is the cocky sarcastic person you are looking for :) he will never give up an opportunity to make a shady comment that is really obviously shady, and he KNOWS he’s really good at volleyball, and he will not hesitate to offhandedly mention it in a conversation. just the vibes atsumu gives off radiate that “i know i’m better than you” energy, but it doesn’t mean he’s disrespectful or anything, he just knows he’s hot shit and he isn’t afraid to say it.

he loves to show you off to his friends, because he wants the whole world to know that he was able to get such a beautiful girlfriend, and he also wants osamu to never forget that he got a s/o before him. atsumu will always compliment you whenever you guys are out in public, because he just wants you to know how amazing you are.

atsumu is really clingy, and he is a big fan of pda, so if you are comfortable, he will always be around you, with his arm wrapped around you shoulder, waist, or holding your hand, because he loves being around you, and if he’s able to do it whenever he wants, that’s an added plus. he will always ask before he does anything more touchy, like kissing, because we stan a man who asks for consent😌

every couple of weeks you guys binge an anime together, and the entire time atsumu will make comments about what he would’ve done, or how much he hates a character. you guys have gotten into many playful arguments over anime plots and fight scenes, and they almost always end in you hitting him with a pillow, and then atsumu playfully tackling you until you have to surrender.

you guys also really like to play video games with each other, and atsumu’s favorite game to play with is super smash bros, because you guys get really competitive, and sometimes even bet things on who you guys think will win. atsumu may or may not lose on purpose just to see you smile when you beat him :)

when you and atsumu nap together, atsumu likes to be the big spoon, and he always likes to play soft music while you guys just talk about whatever until you guys fall asleep. atsumu also likes when he is laying on his back, and you lay on your stomach on top of him, and he runs his fingers through your hair while humming along to the music.

he will make dirty jokes in public to see how you will react, and if you do react, he will keep on doing it until you get mad at him. if you fire back with a dirty joke, he will just stop midsentence in surprise, and then quickly rethink his life and stop talking. for the rest of the convo, he will be in a slight state of shock, because he thought he was the dirtier of you guys, but then you proved him wrong.

before he met you, atsumu had bad music taste- like he only listened to trap remixes and the wii menu theme, but once you introduced him to your favorite songs, he quickly became hooked and started sharing the same taste as you. he still likes the wii music though, so if you guys are listening to his playlist, it will randomly pop up, and he will quckly skip it, and pretend that he doesn’t like the song. (ok but it’s a bop tho🤠)

he really likes when you come to his volleyball games, so for a few days leading up to a game, he will offhandedly mention it, until you offer to come, and then he’ll pretend that it was your idea, while poorly masking his excitement. once he sees you at the game, he will immediately point you out to his teammates, and whenever he performs a good serve or set, he will look at you and wink.

overall, you guys are a couple that can really act like themselves around each other, and you guys aren’t afraid of what the other will think of them. people envy you guys for your chaotic energy and care for each other, and atsumu thinks you are so pretty and smart, so he is sure to remind you about this every chance he gets.

i hope you enjoyed!

#haikyuu #haikyuu matchups #haikyu #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu headcanons #atsumu imagines #atsumu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyu headcanons #haikyu imagines

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pxppinmolly-archived · 5 years ago

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♥ ♪ ✰ ☠ ☢ gimmie the good shit

BANGS POTS AND PANS.

♥: Most wanted AU

Guilty Pleasure Time.

This is an AU I don’t think I’d ever write, both cus trying to find a willing partner and also how like. Dark it is I know there will most likely not be any sort of consolation of any sort.

But there was this AU V and I spun that was inspired by Meant To Be Yours from the Heathers Soundtrack. I’ve talked about this AU thing before but I’ll do it again cus it’s been awhile.

Essentially the premise is it’s a Moll/astor AU, of course. Where it’s Molly and Alastor but Alastor grows more and more.. Possessive and Obsessive over Molly. She’s the first person he’s ever actually fell in love with without really wanting to actively seek to hurt her… Unless given a big enough reason (coughs like her leaving him cough).

Well. Molly sure fucking wants to get out of this but she can’t. Because. Well. He’s you know. And also she still wuvs him.

Anyway I vaguely remember the climax, but it was that Alastor ends up fucking kidnapping Angel and keeping him in his basement and all.. IIRC I think he used this as a way to try and keep Molly and offer her support and all and keep her still chained to him.

I remember specifically Molly was living with him at the time of all this happening. And was essentially kept locked in the house every time he left.

Molly eventually finds Angel. Fucking almost starved to death essentially and like fucking weak as hell. Manages to get him out and escape the house.

I remember they get to Arackniss’s place and what the fuck Alastor is there. He doesn’t show he’s angry or anything. Saccharine and sweet as he tells them to go sit at the table. Talks how starved Angel must be especially. They comply nervous and Alastor begins to feed them dinner. Nonchalant. Acting as if nothing is wrong.

Molly and Angel are fucking scared off their minds.

They begin to wonder hello where is arackniss? i forgot how the twist got dropped but yeah they’re eating arackniss. he’s not dead tho i remember V and I said this he wasnt dead but he wsnt doing great.

THAT’S WHERE WE LEFT IT OFF AT.

It’s a scenario and trope I think would be interesting to explore cus ngl I am a sucker for the. Possessive obsessive sorta shit but you know how draining it can be writing it you know but. MMMFFF!!

♪:A song (or two) that I associate with my character

Deadwater - Wet

Brick By Boring Brick - Paramore

✰:A reaction image I will probably never use

I have a lot of those but ones I don’t think I’ll ever get to use seriously in a thread is well

☠: A popular fanon headcanon about my character that bugs me

I don’t know how true it is anymore, but this was way back when before Molly was ever really known about. At All. And legit is one of the reasons why I even fucking wanted to start this blog LMAO-

But when people would portray and show Molly is like… An innocent sweet lil naive baby.

She would be really ditzy and just.

Teehee! You better not be mean to be mister or I’ll go crying to my brothers!! Boohoo sniffle HMPH!! Pouty pouty.

I just. UGGGGGGGHHHHH.

She (was thought to be until Viv wanted 2 clown) in hell. Her name is a reference to ecstasy (as well as how her eyes are drawn according to Viv’s speeddraw of her redesign) She grew up in A CRIME FAMILY. Like. Bruuuuh. Lmao.

☢:Something about my character that I’ve never explored but want to

HMMM Off the top of my head honestly?

Probably Molly like. Realizing her kind of. Unhealthy… like. Prioritization with her family. How she puts Angel and Arackniss especially first and above her – and in the case of certain Angels how they end up really.. Hurting her a lot.

A lot of family stuff honestly.

Just having someone point out to Molly how kind of… Unbalanced it might seem. How she needs to start worrying about her too and not just constantly worry about her family. How it ISN’T HER JOB TO FIX THEM.

Stuff like that I suppose!!

#long post #WOOF #royalreef #Interview (Ask)

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overenthusiasticcartoonlover · 6 years ago

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I was tagged for this by @chatalyst. Thank you! I’m internally squealing in excitement at this!

Are you named after someone?

Yes. My bio-mother had named me after one of her friends in high school.

When was the last time you cried?

Within the past week. Sucks in deep breath. Midterms, finances, the aching loneliness of existence, finances.

Do you have kids?

Not mine, but my roommate’s kid is the sweetest little guy, and I love him.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Hahaha, boy do I use sarcasm a lot.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their facial expressions. If someone is happy, upset, neutral, tired, bored, etc., it can be a good indicator of whether or not they’re up for conversation, or should be left alone, or need some nice words or actions to brighten their day.

Eye color?

Teehee, I’ll let you guys guess.

Scary Movie or Happy Ending?

Happy ending for sure. I’m absolutely terrified of scary movies. I’ll go out of my way to avoid them. If a movie doesn’t end on a happy, or at the very least resolved note, then it’s not a good movie in my books.

Any Special Talents?

Shrugs. I would consider writing a special talent, I guess. I’m writing constantly; in fact, it’s almost all I do with my free time. I’m also a pretty good singer. I was in a choir for a while, before work took up all my time and patience for people. I like to pretend I’m pretty good at character voices. I also make the best mac and cheese.

When were you born?

I am a Cancer Zodiac sign. I’ll give you guys that.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, and more writing. I also watch as many cartoons as I can get my hands on. I’m such a sucker for stories. Anything with a good plot line, well developed characters, and world building, and I’m gone for at least a week.

Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have the sweetest kitty cat named Ava, and I love her so very much. She’s a spoiled little thing, but she definitely deserves it.

How tall are you?

About 170 cm, or around 5 feet 7 inches.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I don’t really do sports. I considered swimming at one point, but quickly decided it wasn’t for me.

Favorite Subject?

Depends on what you mean by subject. I think my favorite classes right now are my French classes, and I’m insanely excited to start in on Spanish next semester.

Dream Job?

My absolute dream job would be to be a writer for a tv show, cartoon, movie, or anything like that. I would even love to be a book author, but it seems way more exciting to see your writing come to life on a tv screen, or in a video. My second dream job would be to be a voice actor for a cartoon. I’m not much for physical acting, as I prefer to be backstage most of the time, but I love using my voice to create a kind of character background.

tagging @inkshila

#Eeeee!#Thank you very much #little bit of personal questions #tagging game I think #these sweethearts by the way

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sylvieusedhyperbeam · 7 years ago

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annnd hacking away in my own little corner

just. casually hammering away on my own Villainous AU don’t mind me folks.

AU isn’t really titled yet so for now i’m’a just call it ‘Virtuous’. idk i’ll think of something better. if there’s an AU out there called Virtuous already then i’ll work faster to think of something better and change it. for now i’ll... just have to ask you to be patient. :I;;

White Hat

Not much different from other White Hats of various other AUs, though the backstory/origin is different. As a youngling incarnation, he was an embodiment of good that went about the multiverse to keep things in balance against the Chaos, which his fuckhead ‘bro’ Black Hat embodies, respectively.

Used to be a lot more erratic and somewhat violent in this purpose, since in those first few early millions/billions of years, he operated a lot more around instinct than reason or logic. He was a force that didn’t really have a chance to... think about what he was doing. In other words, yeah, in those early ages of the multiverse he saw things in very black-and-white terms and he and Black Hat caused some shit for some worlds.

Of course, he does know better now and has developed a much more refined, intelligent response to evil and malevolence. And nowadays, rather than a mansion of splendor and indulgence, he lives in what some might describe as a white and turquoise airship that comes down to base to settle every now and then, lending it the appearance of a mansion.

He runs a business similar to Black Hat’s, where he gives heroes that serve the Light shields, cures, elixirs, all the stuff they need to help balance the multiverse and drive back the Chaos. He doesn’t do it for money, of course, though heroes ARE inclined to give him some generous donations because ‘eeeey, airships that sail the multiverse don’t keep themselves in repair, not without White Hat seriously taxing his reserves, anyway.

These days he’s very polite, as well as far kinder, more compassionate than he was in his early days. He’s also a huge dork with a soft spot for antiques who loves learning about the cultures and shit of other worlds, since even as old as he is, new worlds emerge in the multiverse all the time and so he feels very humbled by it all and seeks to always learn more! Loves gardening, loves cooking, loves art, loves anything involving the act of creation or bringing harmony, really. Also really loves singing, and his singing voice is very soothing, pleasant, with the inherent ability to help ease away sadness or anxiety.

Standard design for him might be like any standard White Hat, though I’m contemplating teal on him instead of blue. :|a HMMM.

Doctor Trug

To answer potential questions, roughly translated, trug can mean a lot of things. One of which includes ‘deception, swindle, elusiveness’, meaning yeah, Trug was basically a conman alchemist who worked his way up to a professional thief of many talents. Being well versed in both dark magic and evil sciences as well as being manipulative as shit, he served the Chaos and sought to undermine the Light as a more direct agent. How he managed to get the direct attention of the eviler Embodiments, well slap my ass and call me Betty, that’s anyone’s guess.

Buuuut a mission gone wrong with an attempt on the life of an early Embodiment kinda found him facing some hard-ass time in a multiversal prison. Which... yeah, a questionably normal human facing time in THIS particular prison, it was bound to be a preeeeetty bad time. Because you don’t wanna end up at in a multiversal prison. You really don’t.

Until of course White Hat intervened and opted to ‘rehabilitate’ him, and seeing a chance out of serving time at Holy Shit Eldritch Horror Sing-Sing, Trug of course ‘jumped’ on the chance and played it up all ‘OH THANK YOU SIR WOW SIR SUCH MERCY SIR’ thinking ‘wow what a fucking sucker’. He assumed that working for White Hat would be simple enough if he just played on White Hat’s kindness but... yeah, it’s a hell of a lot more taxing than he originally thought it would be. TEEHEE.

Anyway, Trug is rude as shit and looks out for number one. He’s an ambitious motherfucker though, with a really solid work ethic based mostly around prideful standards he holds himself to whenever he’s researching a cure or a counteraction to a villain’s bullshit. He thinks nothing of experimenting on human beings or using dark magic for his own means, but White Hat forbids it on all counts, and well... talented as he might be, Trug isn’t stupid and knows better than to try going toe to toe with an Embodiment.

He can also be very manipulative when he wants to be, and often is for either something he wants or just for the hell of it. He’s the kind of asshole who will literally argue that the sky is green just for the sake of arguing, if he’s bored enough. He hates people, for the most part, though he does enjoy people-watching to an extent and making up bullshit backstories about them (if you’ve ever seen Always Sunny in Philadelphia, you get my meaning here).

Don’t really have a design in mind for him yet. LMAO i act is if though i’ll actually draw them, or that i actually CAN draw for that matter.

Gemencia

A very peppy young girl with a few magical abilities, in lieu of the more physical/likely genetically mutated abilities of her respective counterpart. Gemencia is a girl who can utilize telekinesis, as well as low-grade stasis fields that can freeze people or objects in place for a short time, about ten or fifteen seconds or so. How she does this, well, she can’t say even she knows. She doesn’t really remember much about her own backstory, just that she kinda-sorta raised herself in the more nature/magic based world she came from before she decided to become a treasure hunter.

And BOY HOWDY does she love treasure hunting. Like, the girl is GOOD GOD unafraid of anything on so many levels, so she often tends to do crazy parkour shit on the face of rocky mountains, pick fights with people ten times her size, annnnd maybe do a whole mess of shit without really thinking. She tries to do RIGHT by people, don’t get me wrong, but if the rules look like they need bending or broken? She’ll bend ‘em a little. Or a break ‘em. A lot. And not give any shits.

Her impulsive love for adventure and helping people in her own crazy way eventually led her to hear tales of the Embodiments, super eldritch beings that maintained the balance of a neat nifty thing called the multiverse, and instantly became determined to see it all for herself. Loving to do things for people and help people, of course she wanted to seek out the Light Embodiments and become the most awesome treasure-hunting hero the multiverse had ever seen.

SO! Seeking out White Hat to be her teacher seemed as logical an action as any!

With the help of some magic users who showed her how to travel to other worlds, she kinda world-hopped and bummed around for a while in search of White Hat until she finally found him, when his airship settled in the same world she was in by pure chance.

She just... kinda started following him around. And when he got back to his airship one day he just sorta found her there, where she was all ‘HEY ‘SUP I’M STAYING HERE NOW LOOK I BROUGHT CHIPS :D’ and White Hat just kinda... sighed and rolled with it.

Gemencia loves, loves, LOVES spontaneity. She’s a wanderer at heart, and loves seeing what entire worlds have to offer. She loves a good brawl every now and then, cartoons, hard hitting punk rock music, collecting artifacts and treasures, and has a refined interest in mythology and lore that might surprise people who don’t know her very well. As a treasure hunter, she’s been inside old temples, ruins, torn palaces, catacombs, all things that have exciting stories of old war and battles and ancient evils falling at the hands of ‘super TOTALLY badass’ heroes, and it’s from these legends that she became inspired to strike out on her own and become ‘THE MOST SUPER BADASS HERO’ that ever hero’d.

Not above swearing, indulging (be it huge meals or drinking), or pulling dangerous/impulsive stunts though when White Hat doesn’t keep her in line. If you befriend her, you have a fiercely loyal buddy for life who will fuck others UP if they try to mess with you, but be warned that you’ll be getting dragged along for a few... adventures when the mood strikes her.

Her design includes light blue hair, and rather than a lizard hat, she has a big-ass fox hat with long fox-styled hair. :U I chose this because foxes are natural foragers, known for leaping to literally pounce into the ground to find their prey. Gemencia is about the same as a treasure hunter, known to leap right into things in search of the various rare jewels and treasures and ‘OOOH NEAT’ artifacts that she kinda hoards away even if she doesn’t know WTF they even do. Also tends to wear orange and black stripes, in lieu of Dementia’s magenta. :T

EDIT you all thought i forgot 505′s counterpart didn’t you? ....well you’re half right. i half-forgot, half-okay-what-the-hell-am-i-doing. but anyway, here we go!

404

404 was originally an animatronic for a family restaurant - no not THAT one this ain’t a FNAF crossover get that shit outta here. He was a regular animatronic up until Trug decided it would be super funny and edgelordy to reprogram it to not only frighten kids, but hell, rob the restaurant’s safe during closing hours and bring him the loot. The restaurant owners kinda pitched him, Trug took him, and installed a few more fun TRICKS on him while he was at it to make him a better partner-in-crime. Because why not, it would be a waste of perfectly good machinery otherwise.

Of course, it began smoothly enough at first... until 404′s AI kiiinda-sorta gained sentience. After that point, he became lazy, grouchy, and at times outright refused to obey Trug’s orders on the grounds of ‘I don’t feel like it fuck you’.

Trug deactivated him and decided to use him for spare parts, but kinda never got around to disassembling him. When White Hat took on commuting Trug’s sentence, the two traveled to Trug’s hideout so that Trug could pack in order to feel as comfortable as possible while out traveling the multiverse with White Hat. White Hat took notice of the big cuddly looking bear and whoops reactivated him, and then promptly forbade Trug from deactivating him again because LOOK AT HIM ALL HE NEEDS IS LOVE.

Trug wishes 404 would rip White Hat’s leg off and beat the shit out of him with it.

404 won’t do it out of pure spite.

Anyway, 404 contrasts 505 by way of being pessimistic, coldly logical, seeing no point in frivolities and only wishing to lie around all day and eat. Thanks to Trug’s alterations, he does have nifty things like heat sensors, night vision, and even a vehicular mode where he can turn into a small car for quick escapes, but good luck getting him to actually use a single one of these things without bribing him with honey.

He also contrasts 505 by being... well, mechanical, instead of organic.

404′s design consists of purple fur, and atop his head is a little satellite dish instead of a flower. His eyes are big red iris shutters, the kind you see on camera app logos, with a yellow center.

#villainous #villainous au #i told you fuckers i was a sucker for AUs #but you didn't believe me #WHY DIDN'T YOU BELIEVE ME #white hat #i might write from THIS au from now on just a heads up

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