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one day i'll learn how to sway

a 7.01 coda

Eddie can't move.

“The point is,” Chimney says, pointing at where Eddie is caught, helpless, on the couch, “that not every date has to be fancy. It's just about not taking the relationship for granted, so it doesn't—”

“Calcify,” Hen says on her way to the kitchen, stopping for a second to pat Eddie on the shoulder. It feels a little more pitying than he would like.

“Exactly,” says Chimney, undeterred, and throws himself into the couch cushions with enough fervor to make him bounce. “Now, Cap might not appreciate it—”

“Don't call me that!”

“But you, Eddie - I know you'll understand,” Chimney says, putting his hands together like he’s begging.

“Um,” Eddie says.

“You were just talking about your date yesterday,” says Chim. Eddie wonders if he’s supposed to point out that he's starting to sound a little desperate. “So you get it, right? It's the closeness, the making time for each other, the intimacy—”

“Look, Chim,” Eddie interrupts, the words forming on his tongue all of a split second before they come out of his mouth, “Marisol and I have been dating a few months, so I don't really—it's not comparable to you and Maddie, you know? Just do your own thing. You really don't needme giving you advice.”

He means it, too, and it's definitely not because of how their date went yesterday, perfectly nice and not at all stilted, with polite conversation over their appetizers and Marisol's overpriced sea bass and the slice of chocolate cake they shared for dessert, because Eddie didn't have the heart to stir the politeness and tell her that he doesn't like chocolate cake. She had a smile on her face all night, and laughed in all the right places, fluttering her lashes when he said something particularly corny like she found him charming.

She did. She does. She's told him as much in the moments of quiet they've had together, and Eddie has made sure to listen this time. To be present because he wants to, not because Frank reminded him that he should be. To tell her what he likes about her and remember that she, unlike him, has wine preferences, and to leave Chris out of the conversation because it's too soon, even if it's been too soon for a few months now.

He's in some kind of new place. Better, he hopes, than what he had with Ana, or at the very least different in the way it doesn't make him feel like his chest is hollow and yawning open for everyone to see. And he likes Marisol, for the person she is - handier than him, always joking with waiters, a little awkward in a way that makes him feel comfortable around her. She can heckle TV shows like nobody's business, and he appreciates that in a person.

But—he likes her. He's starting to suspect that that's all there is.

“Hey, don't sell yourself short,” Chimney says, nudging him in the shoulder. “You're Mr. Commitment. I just wanted another set of eyes on this list of ideas—”

But then Eddie isn't listening - and he'll feel bad about that later, he will - because the floor in the loft starts shaking just so, and two seconds later Buck leaps up the last two steps with a grin on his face.

Eddie suddenly can't remember ever having a thought that didn't begin and end with Buck standing at the top of the stairs, one eye squinted, blotting out the sun.

“He got you too, huh?” he asks, poking his elbows into the back of the couch for a second before he continues on his way to the kitchen. “Although I gotta say, Chim, I'm starting to get a little offended. If there's anyone who should give you dating advice—”

“I'm going to be dating your sister,” Chimney says, all traces of desperation gone from his voice. “Let that go through your head, genius.”

Judging by Buck's expression, he does just that, his face scrunching more with every passing second. Eddie gets a little lost in looking at the wrinkle that etches itself next to his nose, blinking and blinking with absolutely no thoughts to be found in his head until Buck turns his back. He finds Hen standing in the open fridge, hunches down to be closer to her, and immediately draws her into a conversation that has her looking scandalized in no time.

“So, Eddie,” Chimney says, and he sounds weirdly far away considering that their elbows are almost touching. “I can see you listened to everything I just said.”

Eddie blinks. “Uh,” he says, “yeah, the—you were telling Buck that you're going to be dating his sister.”

“Yes,” says Chim, tilting his head, and there's a spark in his eye that Eddie knows intimately. It means that the next time Chimney finds himself in the ambulance with Hen and some time to kill, Eddie is going to be a topic of conversation. “And after that, I started telling you about my at-home date ideas.”

“And I was listening to those,” Eddie says, rubbing a hand over his face. His cheeks feel alarmingly hot. “Great ideas. Sounds like you have this dating thing down.”

Chimney tilts his head. His smile softens into something Eddie can't quite look at head on. “Eddie.”

“Tell me again?” Eddie says, digging his chin into the meat of his shoulder as he looks back into the kitchen, where Buck is now standing with an armful of vegetables while Hen, for some reason, empties the fridge. He's holding a baby carrot under his nose like a mustache. Eddie could swear the floor shivers under him again. “Sorry, I just—zoned out. Tell me.”

And the thing is that he wants to listen, because Chimney has been bouncing off the walls since morning. This matters to him, and Eddie's been trying hard to be the kind of guy who's always there when it matters. Dependable, just not in the way where whatever matters to him is irrelevant.

He wants to listen. He's good at listening. He's even good at talking, these days, because he's not afraid to bring himself into conversations that hit a little too close to home.

Except—huh.

“Alright,” Chimney says, straightening up. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, presumably to pull up the spreadsheet, and purses his lips as he scrolls. “We have—ah, here. We have movie nights, obviously, but we have to make them special.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “By?”

“Cooking a themed dinner,” Chimney replies. “Maybe making a fort. I also found this bingo idea that's basically a drinking game without the drinking, but Maddie gets really into games, so she's probably going to crush me fifteen minutes in.”

“Don't make it sound like that's a bad thing,” Eddie says, but no matter how hard he tries to rein himself in, his eyes wander over to the kitchen again. The vegetables are now spread all over the counter, and Buck is hunched over a pile of bell peppers with a dishrag flipped over his shoulder, knife in hand, listening to Hen give instructions like they're in the field. “You love it when she wins.”

Chimney sighs. Smiles. Looks out into the open space above the app bay. “Yeah,” he says, with that half grin Eddie still isn't quite used to seeing again. “I love being humiliated by my fiancée. Is that concerning? I feel like it should be concerning. “

“Nah,” Eddie grins. “I mean, I remember—”

And he cuts himself off, deadstop, so abrupt he feels the next words crash into the barrier of his teeth.

Because what he'd been about to say is, I remember one time Buck beat me by one turn in Ticket to Ride and got so excited he flipped the board and we're still missing four train cars. It's still on his tongue, stubbornly refusing to dissolve despite the facts of the situation.

The facts are that he and Buck, at some point, started playing board games with each other a few nights a week after Chris went to bed, because Buck was already there and didn't feel like leaving any more than Eddie felt like being alone.

The facts are that Eddie had only bought that edition, the Nordic Countries, because Reddit told him it's perfect for two people.

The facts are that he'd had enough cards in his hand to beat Buck - but he'd tucked them under the edge of the board, left them unplayed, and the little plastic trains raining down all around him felt better than a win ever could.

The facts are also that Chimney was talking about his fiancée.

And Eddie—

“Okay,” Chimney says, cautious, after what could have been any stretch of time, gone shapeless while Eddie's mind races. “We also have, uh—Youtube cooking night, make your own cocktail night - I don't know why all of these involve the kitchen, uh—here. At-home spa night. I also have video games, questionmark?”

“You don't play video games,” Buck says. Eddie has no idea when or how he got there. “Maddie doesn't play video games. You don't have the time.”

He's behind the couch again, and when he brings his hands down this time, it's not on the backrest, but on Eddie's shoulders. His touch is heavy, strong, a little painful where it digs into Eddie's collarbone.

“That's exactly why it's a great date idea,” Chimney says, nodding approvingly as he taps something into his spreadsheet. “We can get a game we've never played before and discover it together.”

Buck makes some kind of noise Eddie can't identify.

Then he leans down, looming until Eddie has no choice but to raise his chin, to tip his head almost all the way back to look Buck in the face.

“I'm saving you a thing of pasta sauce without olives,” he says in a voice that's only a notch above a whisper. “And I hid the farfalle in the back of the cupboard, so we're having spaghetti instead.”

He looks over his shoulder, making sure Hen doesn't hear, and it's only then, looking up at the sharp cut of his jaw and the spot right underneath where his heart beats strong and alive under the skin, seeing uncomfortably far into his nostrils, that Eddie thinks hold on.

“Okay,” Chimney says, and it seems very loud. “Good talk. Thanks for that. I'm gonna go help Cap with dinner.”

He runs off - actually, physically runs, as if he suddenly wants to be anywhere else. Hen grumbles something about the nickname again, tired, but Eddie is too busy watching as Buck looks back down at him and smiles.

“What?” he asks with a puppyish tilt to his head.

Eddie tries to shrug, but he can't. Buck's weight is holding him down, pinning him to the couch, his fingertips hot like brands through Eddie's shirt.

“Nothing,” he says. “Thanks for vastly improving dinner.”

Buck shakes his head. “Don't thank me, olive hater,” he says, “I'm only doing it so I don't have to watch you fishing them out one by one. It's gross.”

Marisol doesn't know that I don't like olives, Eddie thinks, but thankfully, thankfully doesn't say.

She doesn't know his ranking of pasta shapes, either - because she hasn't had time to find out, or maybe he hasn't had time to remember to let her.

Maybe it's that he doesn't need anyone else to know.

“Thanks anyway,” Eddie says, and holds Buck's gaze.

Because he likes Marisol, but—

“Come on,” Buck says, soft and smiling. “We're not anywhere near done, and there's a couple onions with your name on them.”

He squeezes Eddie's shoulders, one then the other, and lopes back to the kitchen, reaching out to mess up Chimney's hair as he passes.

Eddie likes Marisol. But this, he thinks as he turns his hands in his lap and stares at his palms, is something else entirely.

“Be right there,” he says to no one, barely audible. “Just give me a minute.”

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It is top tier 911. Silly but so satisfying.

funniest fucking storyline in 911 by FAR is michael getting bored, so he starts spying on his neighbors. athena gets worried and sends bobby over who IMMEDIATELY supports michael's insane claim that his one neighbor is up to something hinky. michael's partner comes home and suggests they rummage through the trash for evidence. despite his obviously joking bobby and michael think this is a GREAT idea. bobby gives david a lecture about how this is a legal grey area. michael sneaks into the guy's apartment and gets hit in the head. athena comes by and is outraged, even though she probably should have known that sending her dumbass husband to her dumbass ex-husband would result in smth exactly like this.

and then they're RIGHT. just completely validated. it's great. i could watch this episode forever.

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0ciestiel0 · 2 months

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The Golden Girls (1985 - 1992) Season 2 Episode 3 — Take Him, He's Mine

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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Charlie would definitely make her dad participate in the hotel exercises lmao

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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Example of the Buttons mug from aforementioned Redbubble! I have moved the image as far to the side as I can since receiving my mug, as most mugs images are more to one side of the mug not the middle. I’m calling the purchase a test purchase. I have many more mugs I should. Test. 👀

I have a Redbubble store now! I have ten designs as of this initial post but I’ll have more added over time! If you like silly fandom designs, book themed designs, or the Loch Ness monster (just don’t give him tree fiddy) give it a look!

#redbubbleshop #redbubble #our flag means death #mr buttons ofmd #ofmd #buttons ofmd #our flag means death mug #ofmd merch #our flag means death merch

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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I have a RadioApple design up on Redbubble! It comes in stickers, t-shirts, mugs, and a variety of other products.

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #radioapple #hazbin lucifer #Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel radio demon #Hazbin hotel RadioApple #hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hotel lucifer and Alastor #redbubbleshop #redbubble

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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AHHHH IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD WAIT UNTIL THE END

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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If I have one complaint about Hazbin Hotel and Alastor. One not silly complaint. It’s about having Alastor be a representative for asexuality. Bear with me for a hot minute when I say that.

From what we see of Alastor’s character, he’s not good. He’s a chaotic evil former serial killer. He’s a cannibal. And likely a psychopath. That’s how his character reads, in my opinion. Very Hannibal Lecter. As a human he was what, a serial killer cannibal? He’s been presented to us as the actually truly evil self-serving character.

So why does that matter? Why does Alastor being a psychopath matter? It matters because I don’t think a psychopath should be used to be a representation of any sexuality because they are inherently different. Their psychopathy puts them into a category of their own. They don’t form any relationship in a normal or healthy way, friendships, romantic relationships, family, they don’t develop them the same way because of their psychopathy. And their sexuality is tied to their psychopathy. There are sex motivated serial killers where their sexual preference is tied into who and why they kill. And then there’s killers like Hannibal or Alastor where sex is irrelevant because of how their psychopathy leads them to view the world and other people.

Which is very different from people who are asexual, gay, straight, bi, whatever. No matter the sexuality relationships are still formed the same. Just the degree of intimacy may change. But people who are asexual still most certainly form healthy friendships and relationships. But psychopaths don’t. They may mimic them, like Hannibal or Alastor, and wear a mask or person suit, but they do not have the same expression or understanding of relationships.

They don’t see people the same. And in say Hannibal or Alastor’s case, they likely don’t see people as anything but objects for them to use to further their goals and amusement, and see them as snacks.

I just think we should separate psychopaths from any form of representation in that sense. They are their own thing. And I wish creators would maybe understand that difference a little more. Because not only is it a little odd to think a psychopath is good rep, but it leads people to really misunderstand the character by giving them traits that they don’t have, humanizing them too much, because they get treated as a normal person whose just maybe flawed, like angel dust, vaggie, husk, sir pentious, etc, when they aren’t that. Psychopaths brains are just different and treating them like they aren’t is such a mischaracterization.

What makes those kinds of characters interesting is the psychopathy. It makes them uniquely different. It’s a type of thing that is not common. They are some of the most dangerous and manipulative kinds of characters. There’s so much to work with. They are their own thing that’s separate from other forms of representation. Which is psychopaths.

It’s also such a shame we don’t get more asexual characters represented in media. The number likely wouldn’t be high but it certainly doesn’t need to be as low as it is. It’s quite the spectrum to explore and I think there’s been a few missed opportunities with characters that media and creators dropped the ball on. And no hate or anything for seeing Alastor as ace rep and enjoying it. I can understand the reasoning. This is just my personal gripe with making psychopaths representation of anything other than a psychopath in general

#alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel theories #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #Alastor complaint #Hazbin hotel complaint

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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Made a twitter thread of more Alastor thoughts.

https://x.com/0ciestiel0/status/1754315935391842634?s=46&t=Ohw_ZayjiLoLG5VHD34YVw

#alastor theory #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor character analysis #character analysis

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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Ok. I have many Alastor thoughts. Outside ship related things. So I figure I can share my Alastor theories here as well. Alastor is my favorite character and I love so much about him.

Starting with his leash. I still think it’s Lilith who controls him. Perhaps being the mother of demons she helped him rise to power, he took out a lot of problem overloads and Lilith wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty. Alastor rose to power quicker than any mortal soul had before or should have been able to. He likely had a little help. I’m not sure what else Alastor would even take a deal for if not quick claim to power. He’s ambitious after all.

Along with that there’s two options for why Alastor suddenly shows up to help Charlie right after she fails her tv interview and calls Lilith in the original pilot.

Option one: Lilith sent him there to look after her. That would explain his willingness to help and make sure Charlie succeeds. Despite him not thinking it will work and all his other irritations. And he figured perhaps Charlie may also be his freedom as he did Lilith’s biding.

Option two: When Lilith disappeared he spent the last seven years looking for a way out of his deal with her. And when he saw Charlie flopping and failing he saw his loophole. If he can make a deal with her he can have her get Lilith to let him out of his deal. Plus, he had time with Lilith out of hell to get Charlie to agree to a deal. This is the option I’m more partial to at the moment.

I don’t believe he cares for anyone. Any care or friendships he has is a facade. They are a means to an end. He knows he needs to have people in his corner so he knows how to charm them or intimidate them. To me he is much like Hannibal from NBC’s Hannibal. A complex psychopath cannibal who sees everyone as beneath him and as food, a pawn, or both. In his solo part of the end song in the season one finale I saw him not calling himself an altruist but that’s how he would have been perceived. Not who he actually is. But of course he must disappoint as that’s not what happened. Everything he does is a calculated play to garner himself more power, have a little murderous fun, and lead to his freedom.

Like I said in my other post I think he could only ever care about someone if he saw them as an equal. And really only Lucifer has that potential. And also mentioned in that post, these things about Alastor, the complex psychopath things, land him in demisexual territory. He needs to see someone as his equal before he could ever find a romantic/sexual desire or connection. But I think it’s a possibility, the percentage is low but not zero. And from what we’ve seen only Lucifer has that potential. I’d say maybe Lilith but if she holds his leash he could never get past that I don’t think. Someone who had control over him would probably end up on his dinner plate to be fair.

However, I’m not sure the show will ever go the Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham route for them. Lucifer also irritates Alastor to no end I think because he has what Alastor wants. Power and freedom. And Lucifer wastes it. He also has no fear. No fear of Lucifer, or Adam for that matter. Though if his leash limits his power taking on Adam was not his smartest move. But the confidence he had says to me he could kill an angel without an angel weapon. I mean of course it wasn’t his smartest move as he lost. But the potential if his wings weren’t clipped is there. Which loved seeing him be super pissed in the finale when he gets back to his radio tower. He lost, he blames his lack of freedom, and he’s now like 100x more motivated to get out of his deal. And I love that for him. I am so curious to what he would do without his leash. Without limits. How evil, how creative, could he be.

How connected is his cane/microphone to his powers? A question I’ve been pondering. When Adam broke it, it did change his voice back to normal briefly. But he was still able to get away and at least use his shadowy teleportation without it. But I do wonder it’s importance. Is it a focus? Does it hold some of his power? Or is it just for show but really really strong? Like not the key to his power but made by his power, and that’s why he was shocked when Adam broke it? So shocked his radio voice slipped?

Also. Saw an image going around and I have. Thoughts. When he’s making the deal with Charlie we see these stitches all over him. His face shoulder. Also in his part of the song where he’s singing I’ll make you wish I stayed gone he has more stitches in his back/neck. Is that from when he died as a human? And I wonder if the stitches are a way to make sure he always has the smile. Like he told Charlie the smile is way to keep control by not letting anyone know what’s under it. And if he died in a way that damaged his face/body this could make sense that he would stitch his face up in a way that’s basically a permanent mask. Does it hold in a bigger deer demon form? The thing his shadow is constantly portraying? Did he have to stitch that body together when he made his own deal? To contain the bigger form? I have many questions why he has so many stitches all over his body.

It’s funny to me in the rebuilt hotel that Alastor and Lucifer has towers on completely opposite ends. Just amusing.

Also amusing. To me. As a NBC Hannibal fan, both Alastor and Hannibal are connected with deer imagery. It just is an added hey he really has a lot in common with Hannibal thing.

Also also amusing is anytime Alastor swears. It’s timed so perfectly. Also this man NEEDS a whole ass song for himself.

Might add updates if I forgot something.

Hazbin Hotel has given me a new ship. Ok hear me out. RadioApple or Alastor/Lucifer. If you bear with me I think I can even make this work within a canon context. Alastor in ep 7 was told he’s an ace in the hole (tho he had no idea what she meant) but Rosie which is the audience clue to him being asexual but that’s also a spectrum.

I think Alastor lacks interest in sex and love and relationships because he is a complex psychopath. He very much gives me Hannibal Lecter vibes. In particular NBC’s Hannibal Lecter. He sees everyone as beneath him. Pawns, food, or both. How could he ever feel something for others when he has no equal. People are just means to an end for him. A tool to aid him in gaining more power. He understands putting up a facade. But underneath is something much more sinister.

Now. Lucifer. Lucifer has the potential to be his equal in Alastor’s eyes. Lucifer has the power that Alastor wants. The freedom Alastor wants. That’s also why I think he provokes Lucifer so much as well, because Lucifer has all those things but he’s wasting it in Alastor’s eyes. But we (not Alastor unfortunately) see in episode 8 just how powerful Lucifer can be. If that was the Lucifer Alastor saw I think he could see him as an equal. Or it could lead to that path. Give it another season maybe.

And like Hannibal with Will develop feelings for Lucifer. Well as much as a complex psychopath cannibal turned demon could anyway. If all we have in canon is an offhand comment by a friend of Alastor, I think it’s fair to theorize he could be demisexual. And if he found someone who he could see as his equal, much like Hannibal did, he could have a kind of romantic (loving to the best of his ability) and possibly even sexual relationship.

(Tho it’s fiction, if people wanna still ship him with people and draw fanart, write fanfic, have all the headcanons, regardless of canon I think that’s totally fine as that’s what people do with fictional characters. Most ships I see don’t follow canon anyway. And the canon will always be there.)

I really love these two as a ship. Such enemies to lovers vibes. And the way they provoke each other is gold. I love that Alastor the only one who wasn’t Adam to have no fear or admiration of Lucifer. Also because he’s a cannibal I’m very amused by how much RadioApple shippers have decided Alastor bites.

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0ciestiel0 · 3 months

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #alastor the radio demon #Alastor and Lucifer #alastor #lucifer

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