#I hope it’s evident that I love all the things about Charlie

[mrs-kelly]

Oh no oh man oh no suddenly struck with a crazy bout of yearning where is my Charlie when can I hold him oh my God I need to kiss him and tell him how much I love him he needs to know it ok he needs to know that I love him for all that he is and I’m never ignoring the parts of him that others might think are gross or weird I love all of it

#literally laying here in bed just thinking about how much I love him and how important he is to me #I hope it’s evident that I love all the things about Charlie #that I don’t look over or ignore the less socially acceptable things about him #yeah he drinks paint and he doesn’t shower and he eats too much cheese and he’s really messy and not bothered by being dirty #but I love him and I love the culmination of all of those things in him #I’m not here to fix him or make him change or whatever. I love him so much #none of those things bother me and maybe some people think they should but to hell with that #I mean it’s not healthy for him to drink the paint and I might ask him not to just so he doesn’t die #but I don’t think that’s gross or whatever. and if I did I wouldn’t like him #idk if this gush is coherent. I’m literally just laying here with tears in my eyes bc #he has to know that I rly truly love him. not some idea of him in my head. not some idealized version of who he could be #I love him as he is. I’d choose him as he is. and I do #ren speaks #renlie #im gushing out here folks

[monzabee]

T.G.I.F – cl16

Summary: The one where writing your thesis is harder than you think, but Charles is here to help you through all of it.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: stress and anxiety, having to make big life decisions, alcohol consumption and a lot of it, cursing, fluff!!

Request: “Hey Bee, I hope you’re having a lush weekend🥰 I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I can’t stop thinking about Charles Leclerc with a super down to earth gf everyone loves. But maybe she’s got some things going on and deals with it by getting really wild when she’s drunk 🤷🏼‍♀️ thank you x” + “Hi! Would you be into writing a request for Charles, where the reader is going through some difficult time in life (could be mental health struggles, something work or "big life decisions" related, up to you), and he's being very supportive and understanding, offering help as well? ❤️”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i thought these two requests went very well together and i wanted to give it a go! if you know me then you know i’m very slow at working through my requests, but rest assured i am working on them, thank you for bearing through my slow streak with me!! and of course i had to make it about academic validation/stress because i’m not gonna lie but this master’s thing is kicking my ass and i relate to the reader very much so, lol! i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

Charles would not describe you as a high-strung person, not at all. If anything, you are one of the most down to earth people he’s ever met. He can’t even count all the times you’ve talked him down from a mental spiral, and given the position of his team this season, you’ve calmed him down from his stress many many times. So, imagine his surprise when the first thing he hears from his brother when he gets off his plane is that you are in the middle of a club in Monte Carlo, refusing to leave because you want to continue having fun. While he wouldn’t call you a homebody, Charles can admit that the two of you have spent more time at home instead of going out with your friends simply because of your shared love for quiet evenings and cosy nights in. It's not that you dislike socializing; it's just that both of you find joy in the simplicity of being together at home.

But now, as Charles rushes through the lively streets of Monte Carlo, he can't help but wonder what on earth has happened to have caused you to get so drunk. The sound of pulsating music grows louder as he approaches the entrance of the club. The bouncer gives him a sceptical look as Charles flashes his VIP pass, rushing inside with determination. The scene that unfolds before him is something out of character for you. Neon lights flash, and the beat of the music reverberates through the crowded space. People dance energetically, and laughter echoes against the walls. Charles spots you in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a group of new friends, moving to the rhythm as if the world outside this club doesn't exist, and Arthur – who is trying to reason with you to get you to leave.

Charles pushes through the crowd, feeling a mix of confusion and amusement. He finally reaches you, gently tapping your shoulder to get your attention. When you turn around, the surprise on your face is evident.

“Charlie!" you exclaim, a wide grin on your face as you prolong the end of the nickname you’ve given him, “I thought you weren’t going to be back for another week!”

He raises an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing on his lips as you proceed to wrap your arms around his neck and continue jumping up and down at the same time. Placing his hands on your either side of your hips, he attempts to calm down your movements, “Well, I wanted to come home earlier to surprise you, but imagine my surprise when I realised my girlfriend is not home.” He can’t help himself as his eyes give you a worried look as he does his best to refrain from fussing over you, “Are you okay?”

“I'm more than okay, Charlie! I'm having the time of my life. Join us!” You giggle, swaying a little on your feet.

He sighs, shaking his head. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, but Arthur looks like he's about to give up on trying to get you to leave. What's going on?"

You glance over at your brother and then back at Charles. “He's just being a worrywart. I'm perfectly fine. Besides, I made some new friends!”

Charles raises an eyebrow. "I can see that, mon ange, but shouldn’t we go back home since it’s so late?"

You nod excitedly, as you choose to ignore his question – as if you’re trying to evade talking about what’s bothering you, he realises. “They're great! We've been dancing and laughing. You should meet them!”

Charles takes a deep breath, realizing that trying to reason with you in your current state might be a bit challenging. “Alright, let me meet your new friends, and then we can talk about heading home, okay?”

You nod eagerly, dragging him into the circle of your newfound companions. Arthur shoots Charles a grateful look as if to say, good luck. And he can feel that he’ll need it in the situation. And as always, Charles is a perfect gentleman as he meets with the group of girls, who are as drunk as you. You try your best to convince him to stay for a few songs, but he gives you a pleading look, which you cannot deny, as he wraps an arm around you, guiding you toward the exit. You protest playfully, wanting the night to continue, but he manages to convince you with a promise of a cosy night in together.

The walk back home is filled with laughter and the occasional stumble from you, but Charles keeps a steady arm around you, ensuring you don't stray too far off course. He is careful with you, of course, as he tries to navigate through the dimmed streets of Monte Carlo. He takes a deep breath of relief once the two of you make it to your shared apartment, and you immediately let yourself fall onto the couch to lean against the cushions with a contented sigh, your playful demeanour still intact. Charles retrieves a glass of water for you, handing it over with a gentle smile.

“Thanks, Charlie,” you say, taking a sip and leaning back against the couch. Charles sits beside you, his gaze softening as he looks at you.

“You're welcome,” he replies, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. “Now, tell me what prompted this spontaneous night out. I thought you needed to submit the final draft for your thesis.”

The fact that your reaction is instantaneous makes Charles realise that he royally fucked up by mentioning your thesis. In hindsight, he should’ve known better to bring it up, because you have been stressing over the assignment for months. You pause mid-sip, a shadow crossing your face. Charles can almost see the weight of the unfinished thesis settling back on your shoulders. Your playful demeanor fades, replaced by a more serious expression.

“Yeah, the thesis,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I just needed a break from it all, you know? It's been consuming me, and tonight was my way of escaping the stress for a little while.”

Charles feels a pang of guilt. He should've known better than to bring up the one thing that has been causing you so much pressure. He reaches out, gently cupping your cheek to guide your eyes back to his. “I'm sorry, mon ange. I didn't mean to remind you of that. Let's talk about it. What's been going on with the thesis? Why is it stressing you out so much?”

You sigh, leaning into his touch. “It's just... I thought I'd be further along by now. The deadline is looming, and I can't seem to get everything to come together. It's like the more I work on it, the more overwhelmed I feel.”

Charles nods in understanding, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “You don't have to go through this alone, you know. We can figure it out together. Maybe I can help, or we can find someone who can. You don't have to carry the weight of it all by yourself.”

You look up at him, leaning into his gentle touch as you close your eyes for a second to gather your thoughts, “It’s just–” You take a frustrated breath, thinking over your words once again. “I’m supposed be able to do this, how am I supposed to do a Ph.D when I can’t even write my master’s thesis properly?”

Charles listens quietly, his gaze never leaving yours. He can sense the frustration and self-doubt in your words. Leaning in, he places a tender kiss on your forehead before speaking with a reassuring tone. “You will finish it in time,” he assures you, “and you will pass with flying colours, don’t self-sabotage now when you’re almost done with it.”

“But it’s so hard,” dragging out the words as you basically throw yourself into his arms and groan against his sweater, “I just feel like I've hit a wall, and I just don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

Charles wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you bury your face in his sweater. He strokes your back soothingly, understanding the weight of your frustration. “I know it's hard, mon ange,” he says softly, his words a comforting melody. “But hitting a wall doesn't mean you can't break through it. And as for disappointing anyone, you're not a disappointment. You're human, and everyone faces challenges.” He takes a moment think, “And I say this as someone who has hit several walls-slash-barriers.”

An unexpected laughter comes from you, and to calm yourself you take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of his sweater. “I just want to do well, to prove to myself and everyone else that I can handle this.”

Charles tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze. “And you will. You're capable, smart, and resilient. This is just a temporary hurdle, not the end of the road. We'll find a way through it together.”

“Thank you for believing in me, even when I doubt myself.” You whisper, managing a small smile.

“Always, mon amour,” he replies, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get you to bed, you’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow.”

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[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part Two

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Charlie x reader (platonic), Vaggie x reader (platonic), Charlie x Vaggie

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): minor cursing.

Notes: This is the second installment of LLM. This one will be going more in depth in (Y/N)'s life in Heaven and her relationship with Michael and Charlie. I will also be working on another Hazbin mini series (the one I mentioned in my last post) so part three will take a little longer - so, please, bare with me.

Words: 2215

"This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos".

(Y/N) Demiugros have lived in Heaven her entire life among the archangels, seraphims, and winners (human souls who ascended into Heaven after they died).

She, herself, was a seraphim - one with very large and beautiful wings; six in total.

Her father, Michael, was one of Heaven's archangel's and one of the Seven Virtues. He was the one who had created her from stardust.

At least, those were the stories she's been told her whole life.

Though, it was strange. . .

Her father had crafted her in his likeness and yet the two couldn't be more different.

Not to say Michael was a complete stiff or was lacking any sense of humor - in fact, all of the archangels had their own strange quirks. (Y/N) loved being around them and often shared their humor.

The problem here was. . . her curiosity.

She was a naturally curious being and would often dream of things most of Heaven would frown upon - like six-winged ducks.

As a child her curiosity would sometimes get the better of her and she would try to venture beyond the archangel's castle (where she lived with Michael and the other archangels).

Of course, Michael was always there to stop her from wandering too far.

It became evident that (Y/N)'s curiosity and wonderous spirit would only get worse if he didn't stop it right there and then.

He didn't want her to end up like her real parents.

What (Y/N) didn't know was that almost everything she has ever known was a complete lie.

Or that Michael was not her real father/parent.

That title rightfully belonged to Lucifer and Lilith Morningstar.

But, of course, no one who knew ever planned on telling her; so, instead they twisted the truth.

Michael told her all about what Lucifer and Lilith had done and how the two brought evil into humanity. An act that got them a one-way dropped elevator ride straight to Hell.

Obviously leaving out the part where Lucifer and Lilith were her real parents, and instead told her they were her estranged uncle and aunt.

He had hoped telling her this would stifle her growing curiosity and wandering enough to keep her out of trouble and from ending up exactly where his twin brother and his lover had all those years ago.

It also helped that ever since Lucifer and Lilith's trial, Heaven has been cracking down on teaching their residents obedience and the consequences of straying too far.

And for a long time it worked.

(Y/N) was one of Heaven's top students and a role model seraphim to all angels alike.

On the outside she was grace, obedience, and perfection personified - just as she was taught and just as Heaven wanted.

But on the inside, she was still that curious and wonderous spirit who would secretly write her dreams in a private journal she had to hide away in a pocket dimension with her magic.

(Y/N) yearned to venture outside of Heaven and explore all the different realms to see what they had to offer. Like the ones she's read from the books in Heaven's restricted section that she may or may not break into in the dead of night (she's a sneaky little sneaker :P).

Tales of archons, unique planets, and realms with distorted human desires would fill her head - her heart yearning to one day travel to those places herself.

But for now, her life was in Heaven as a role model seraphim whose curiosity and wandering was kept in check.

. . . Until she caught wind of the Princess of Hell's meeting by her fellow seraphim, Emily, during their weekly hangout.

(Y/N) was aware Lucifer and Lilith had a child born in Hell, but she never expected her demon cousin would ever be granted permission to enter Heaven.

She couldn't help but wonder what her cousin wanted with Heaven.

Whatever it was, it was big enough to warrant a whole trial with the Head Seraphim, Sera.

Oh, no - there goes her curiosity.

(Y/N) knew her father would frown upon her interacting with the daughter of the ones who damned humanity. . . but she couldn't help it! She really wanted to meet her cousin and see what she was like.

Maybe people in Hell weren't as bad as Heaven made them out to be.

Luckily for her, Emily was quite the chatterbox and told her all about how she and Sera were going to give a tour to the Princess of Hell and her partner, the hotel they were staying at, and the exact room number.

Before she went on her way, (Y/N) managed to get one of her doting simps friends to cover for her and her duties to avoid raising suspicion.

When Emily and Sera had finished talking to Heaven's demon guests and brought them to their hotel room, (Y/N) was hidden away in the hallway waiting until they left.

As soon as she was sure Sera and Emily were gone, (Y/N) quickly rushed to the door.

She silently psyched herself up before knocking.

Charlie and Vaggie, who were skeptical to hear a knock so fast, hesitantly opened the door.

"Uh. . . Hello?".

When Charlie opened the door she definitely wasn't expecting to see a very tall angel with long blonde hair, purple eyes, red cheek circle's, and a big smile on her pale face standing outside. For a moment Charlie could have sworn she was almost looking at her mother.

"Hello! You must be Charlie and Vaggie! Emily's told me all about you - well, the only things that she knew before meeting you. Haven't had the chance to ask her about you after meeting you, but since I'm here now I might as well as you yourselves!".

(Y/N) snapped out of her trailing thoughts and rambling, "Oh, shit! My bad! I got a little carried away and forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. My name is (Y/N). I'm a seraphim. It's so nice to finally meet you!"

Charlie and Vaggie had to recover from the whiplash of the seraphim's personality and onslaught of words. Not wanting to offend her and mess up her chance before the trial, Charlie invited (Y/N) inside. (Y/N) eagerly accepted and walked into the room admiring it - she's never been in a hotel before.

"So. . . why are you here?" Vaggie asked rather rudely suspicious of why a random seraphim would go out of their way to talk to people from Hell. "Vaggie!" Charlie whisper-yelled afraid she offended a potential high authority in Heaven.

"Oh, well, I was hoping to get a chance to meet you both. When Emily told me about how the Princess of Hell wanted a meeting in Heaven about her hotel to redeem sinners, I'll admit my curiosity was peaked and I knew I had to see who you were in person".

Charlie gasped, her eyes shining, "Does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate demons?!". Vaggie glared at the angelic being, "Why would a seraphim care to meet people like us?".

(Y/N) gave the two a gentle smile, "Well, I tend to be a naturally curious individual - which I'm sure you can imagine isn't something Heaven is too fond of. As for redeeming sinners - I'm not sure. Personally, I would love to see souls in Hell given the chance to be redeemed and enter Heaven. Especially the ones who truly do not deserve eternal damnation. Which is why I'm excited to see how your trial ends. Hopefully you have evidence to prove your hotel works. I mean, if the Princess of Hell is willing to vouch and put in the effort on giving sinners a better chance at an afterlife in paradise, then maybe not all demons are bad after all".

Charlie and Vaggie were awestruck. Sure, Emily was really nice but (Y/N) was the first angel to actually be willing to give them a chance. Charlie had tears in her eyes, "D-Do you really believe that?". (Y/N) smiled and laid her hand on Charlie's, "I do".

Charlie and Vaggie smiled at the seraphim. It was nice to see that there was one angel here in Heaven who wasn't going to shut them down right away - someone who genuinely supported their cause.

The three chatted some more - mainly Charlie and (Y/N) with Vaggie chiming in from time to time. Now that the three got more comfortable with each other, the conversation was going a lot smoother. Despite just meeting one another, Charlie and (Y/N) felt like they've known each other for years.

"So, what do you do here in Heaven?" Charlie asked (Y/N). "Oh! Well, I sometimes help the archangels with their duties, but I mainly work in court trials", (Y/N) answered. Charlie's eyes lit up, "Court trials?".

(Y/N) immediately caught on. She shook her head, "Oh, no. Not in the actual trials; that's for the higher seraphims. In this case, Sera and Emily. I'm just a stenographer and record keeper. I help keep and maintain the court records and sometimes record the trials in person".

Vaggie raised a brow, "A seraphim as a stenographer?". (Y/N) nodded, "It's actually a very important job. . . but, I won't lie and say it was my first choice for a job. It was my father's idea. His way of keeping me busy, entertained, and out of trouble".

Charlie blinked, "Oh! Who's your father?". (Y/N) bit her lip nervous, "This is one of the reasons why I wanted to meet you in the first place. . . My full name is (Y/N) Demiurgos. Daughter of Archangel Michael Demiurgos". Charlie and Vaggie's jaws dropped.

"Archangel Michael?! A-As in my dad's twin brother?!".

(Y/N) nodded fiddling nervously with her hands. Charlie did a double take, "Woah, woah! Wait! Then doesn't that make us-" "Cousins," (Y/N) confirmed. Charlie gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, "OMG! That's amazing!". (Y/N) smiled in relief, "Yeah. I guess it is".

"Who's your mom?" Charlie asked eagerly. "Oh, I don't have one," (Y/N) said rather casually. This made Charlie and Vaggie feel a bit bad, "Oh".

(Y/N) waved her hands, "Oh, it's not like that! I've never had one! You see most angels are typically created here in Heaven using stardust, which is how my father created me. He used his likeness and the female reference of Lilith - your mother. And thus, I was born".

"Oooh - that makes so much sense! Now, I understand why you look so familiar!" Charlie smiled at her newly found relative. She couldn't believe she had a cousin in Heaven. One so kind and beautiful.

(Y/N) was relieved at how fast Charlie accepted her. She was worried she might not be too fond of having an angelic relative.

Vaggie was a bit nervous to discover that (Y/N) was the daughter of a higher ranking angel, but it quickly went away when she saw how happy her and Charlie were talking to each other.

She's only known (Y/N) for a short while, but she truly believed the seraphim had no ill intentions towards them and genuinely wanted to get to know them.

In fact, (Y/N)'s personality reminded her a little of Charlie.

(Y/N) admired her cousin for her big heart and the confidence she had in her own dreams. She was ashamed to admit she was a little envious.

How she wished she could act on her dreams like her little cousin; but, Heaven would never allow it. Her father always had to remind her not to stray too far, or she might end up just like her uncle and aunt. . . Fallen.

This was why she had to always keep up appearances when she was in public. No one other than those closest to her knew of the dorky, cheerful, and quirky side of her personality. To everyone else she was poised, graceful, and elegant.

When Charlie had asked her about her dreams (Y/N) told her seraphims weren't allowed to dream, or at least have dreams that would go against Heaven's rules.

Despite trying to hide how much that bothered her, Charlie and Vaggie noticed the small shift in her behavior. They felt bad for her wishing Heaven could be more open minded.

(Y/N) quickly waved it off claiming she was okay and that she was used it. She understood her father just wanted to keep her safe and out of trouble.

Soon it was time for (Y/N) to go to avoid making her father suspicious of her whereabouts.

Before she left she and Charlie shared a tight loving hug. (Y/N) wished her good luck in her trial and that she would be rooting for her.

Hearing her cousin support her dream and wish her luck made Charlie feel a lot better about the trial.

Being around (Y/N) made her feel comfortable and safe. She felt familiar, which now makes sense seeing as the two were family.

Her dad couldn't be here, so it felt good knowing there was someone in her family here in Heaven who believed in her.

With those thoughts in mind, she was ready for the trial and positive she would change Heaven's mind and prove the hotel's credibility.

. . . Too bad things sometimes don't go as we hoped.

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@soobryu @kyo-kyo1 @miyako-night20 @charliecharlie65 @unknow-sama @myluckymoon @lbcreations-blog @moonchaos18

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lilith #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel reader insert #charlie x vaggie

[predestinatos]

making a mess | CL16 𓍯

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

tags: one shot, fluff, very cheesy, soft!charles, facemask stuff, honeymoon phase

warnings: -

words: 783

note: tysm for the request @champagneholland!! i really needed tome inspo... it's a short-ish one but i hope u & everyone enjoy!

“Charlie” you said, laughing at your own use of the nickname, still getting familiar with its more playfully romantic connotation. “Stay still and close your eyes,” the simple request seemed impossible for him to fulfill, as the green clay of the facemask reached your hands, his hands and some hair.

“I can barely do one of those things when I’m with you, don’t ask for both” Charles laughed along with you, his dimples showing as he looked down at your face. “You’ll be forced to do one of those forever if I accidentally put it on your eye,” you kept giggling as he tried his best to remain still and occasionally open one eye to look at you.

Sitting in your bathroom, using the toilet as a chair, Charles let you apply the facemask carefully on your face, feeling your soft hands on his skin warming his whole body. When you were done, he got up excitedly, knowing it was his turn to do it.

You washed your hands and placed yourself on where he was previously sitting, looking up at him with glowing eyes and a smile – for a few seconds he just stared at you, completely bewitched by how lucky he was to have you. And then his hands here on your cheeks, squeezing them while he continuously kissed your lips – soft, cute pecks that then moved to your nose and forehead. “You’re so pretty” he said, giddiness written all over his expression, “and now half of your face is already covered with the mask. Much more effective this way.”

You jokingly rolled your eyes at him, his cheesiness and childlike way of loving you filling your heart immensely. Being loved as a best friend and partner was not something you were used to – previous relationships resulting in your feeling used – but as Charles stood in front of you with pajama pants and a green-ish facemask that almost matched the color of his eyes, you knew you were at home.

“Okay, Yoda, finish your work, please” you replied, pulling his hand towards you and allowing him to continue. Time went on, and he seemed to be nowhere near done, even though the package was basically empty at that point. Charles kept saying “there’s an empty spot here” when you complained about how long he was taking, enthusiastically applying the mask with such care you sometimes barely felt it.

But he could feel it – he touched every inch of your face with a gentleness that contrasted greatly with his strong hands and body, his toned chest bared before you. To him, every inch of you was precious and delicate, and he wanted to take care of it, kiss it, caress it, simply feel it.

So when he knelt down in front of you, claiming there was an “empty spot on your chin” you were surprised to feel his sudden touch on your thighs, not in a lustful way, but in a nurturing one. Leaving evidence of his touch all over your body, now looking like a canvas filled with loving strokes, he got up, pulling you softly, urging you to do the same.

As you did so, he lowered his head to your neck, kissing it and giggling as he kept painting you. You decided to pay him back for that, taking as much of the remaining product out of the package as you could and drawing silly doodles on his chest. His skin shivered at your touch, and he looked down at you, appreciating the contact he had craved for so long and now was lucky to have all for himself.

“You look like Shrek” you said, laughing and feigning pride at the masterpiece you created. He ran a hand through his hair, now completely messy, placing green highlights in it as well, cursing playfully at the movement. “I thought I was Yoda” he replied, to which you shrugged, “it’s whatever you prefer.”

“I think Shrek. He has Fiona” he replied, grabbing your hand and raising it, as you twirled under the bathroom lights cheerfully, holding him and being held in a waltzing stance as you finished. For a moment, you remained there, looking at each other’s ridiculous mess, how cozy it felt to be there, sharing breaths, memories and kisses.

After a while, Charles’ voice interrupted the silent moment, “is this supposed to burn?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “Shit, the time!” you remembered, realizing it had been longer than the amount suggested in the package instructions. “We should just take a bath” you both said, almost at the same time, laughing as he rushed to turn the shower on, not before leaving another kiss on the top of your head.

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[radio-writes]

Congrats on the 300 followers Vien! for the event:

"They were there, you weren't" + "What keeps you up at night?"

Embracing Faded Pages of Tainted Saints

300 Followers Event

Warnings: Mentions of past physical injuries

Tags: Alastor x reader, gn reader, relationship can be read in any way

MDNI

You stood awkwardly at the doorstep of the new hotel, unsure exactly of what to do next.

You knew there was a chance he'd be the one to open the door and greet you, but truth be told you were hoping otherwise. You thought you had worked through all your emotions about him years ago; but standing in front of him now, you realized that was far from the case.

You felt a surge of pressure almost squeezing at your heart, but you tried your best to ignore it as you offered Alastor a small smile.

"Hey, Al. Long time no see." You tried for casual, despite the way things ended the last time you were together.

"How are you—" Al finally spoke, his grin tight as his eyes narrowed at you.

A bright, bubbly woman shoved her way to the door, effectively cutting off whatever Alastor was going to say.

She grabbed you by your hands, and you did your best to shift your focus to her. You listened, responded, and tried very hard to ignore Alastor's burning gaze on you.

You were very swiftly taken into the hotel lobby, brushing right past the tall man. You were introduced to the staff and guests alike, and you painted your best smile as the blonde host swept you here and there. You merely tried to swallow past the lump at your throat as you greeted everyone.

You heard this place offered a chance at redemption, as well as some sort of protection from all the horrors Hell had to offer. You thought it was worth it, that the solace you could find in here would greatly outweigh having to be near Alastor again.

But his mere presence, just knowing that he was in the same room as you again, was already eating at you—suffocating you.

It was like you could feel the sharp stabbing pain across your gut again. The blood—the life—leaking out of you. The desperation crushing your heart. 

"I'll take it from here, Charlie, dear." You heard his voice before you felt a heavy hand at the small of your back. "This lovely demon seems to be a little bit overwhelmed. They can do with some rest, don't you think?"

The bright blonde agreed easily, allowing Alastor to quickly guide you along the halls of the hotel and away from all the excited chatter.

"You're alive." Alastor stated, his eyes set ahead of himself as he walked beside you. His hand had retracted from your body, now resting behind his back.

No thanks to you.

"Nope, still dead." You tried to joke, a soft, fleeting attempt at a laugh following it. But you stopped immediately when you realized that, despite his wide smile, Alastor didn't seem to be in the mood for jokes.

"You were bleeding heavily." He said instead.

You tried to keep your responses vague. "Yes, I...I remember."

You've thought about it many times over since your near-second-death experience. How Alastor had always been a dear friend of yours, through life on earth and Hell. How you both knew you were helpless at that time. How it was perfectly normal for him to choose to save himself instead.

You've forgiven him, at least that's what you told yourself. You still saw him as a friend, even after he abandoned you—and that's why you would never let him find out about your betrayal.

You could never hurt him like that.

You thought that this was all so crystal clear to you. That you've long healed this wound, but evidently that wasn't the case.

Just seeing him now. So well poised, so put together, cozying it up with the Princess of Hell. His smile was as you remembered it, and not a hair was misplaced on his head.

He had continued on like nothing happened, like he didn't once leave you to die.

And there was that awful, bitter, anger slowly filling your chest. That nauseating feeling of betrayal that twisted your gut. No matter how hard you tried to stick to reason, to remember all you've resolved in the past years, you just couldn't help but hate how he was able to move on so easily.

The rest of your time heading to your room was silent. Just a constant soft static noise following your steps. You spent that time fighting your base instincts to just jump him, throttle his neck, scream at him.

How could you? How could you just leave me to die like that?

Alastor finally halted by a door, his clawed hand turned the knob and ushered you in. 

You looked up at him, smiling once more as you tried to hold onto your more logical side. "I don't know how I feel about you having keys to my room." You try to joke again.

Oh did you miss the times when the two of you wasted hours in hysterics; just exchanging the dumbest jokes you could think of.

But that felt like almost two lifetimes ago.

"This is my room." Alastor clarified.

"Well that explains the swamp." You say bluntly. You walked slowly in, not exactly knowing what you were doing here now.

"I thought we could sit down for some coffee—" Alastor said, closing the door behind him. His hands reached for a coffee pot, but paused before he could reach the handle. "No no, this definitely calls for something much stronger."

He sat down on one of the seats by the fireplace, easily summoning two small glasses and a bottle of rye on the table. 

You watched him tentatively, heart tightening at the familiar sight.

There was once a time when nights like this was something you looked forward to—but it didn't seem that way anymore.

Your eyes couldn't help but narrow at how well off he looked. It's like nothing had changed for him at all.

You attempted to be civil, still, and made your way to sit across him. It's was stupid to hold a grudge against him for something like that. What he did made sense, and you shouldn't be mad about it.

Your eyes scanned the knickknacks scattered about his shelves and walls, eyes catching on a wide set of antlers mounted high above.

"That yours or a friend's?" You once again tried to lighten the mood. Whether it was for your sake or Alastor's, you weren't sure.

"We both know I've never been one for small talk, dear." Alastor said, pouring alcohol in your glass before his. He easily downs the drink he poured himself before filling it up again. "How are you alive?" His head tilted.

The moment the words left his mouth it felt like someone emptied a bucket of ice water over you.

The question simply came out of nowhere. Sure you had expected him to ask sooner rather than later, but to jump right to it?

Your half-assed smile dropped just a fraction of a bit.

Looking up at your old friend, the ever charming, ever present smile, you realized that perhaps you were being stupid—and not for the reason you originally thought.

You've been friends with this man since either of you could walk, friends through his stupid murder fixation, friends through his takeover of Hell.

But he left you for dead.

He finally found out that you survived and the first thing out of his mouth was an interrogation?

Where was your fucking apology?

So maybe, just maybe, you've been stupid this entire time. That you didn't need to be making excuses for him. That you didn't need to forgive him. That maybe your anger, your want to hurt him back, was more than valid.

You picked up your own glass and downed its contents in one go, relishing in the familiar bitter taste.

"There's no bed." You noted instead of answering your old friend, your grip was tight around the glass you held. "Where do you sleep?"

"I don't." Alastor answered simply. He moved only to fill up your glass again, but his eyes never strayed from you.

You weren't sure how much truth there was behind his words. Sinners still slept, and no matter how highly Alastor thought of himself, he still functioned the same way the rest of you do.

"What keeps you up at night, then?" You couldn't help but ask.

Perhaps it was an attempt to piss him off. Make small talk, delay from giving him answers.

But as much as you hated to admit it, it was likely because there was an answer you wanted to hear. One caused by that part of you that still hoped for your old friend to show you even just a hint of a conscience.

Perhaps if he gave you that, it would be enough for you to hold onto civility. It would be enough for your to at least honor what past friendship you had with him.

"Nothing in particular, really." Alastor glanced away from you, downing his drink once more.  "There's just no rest for the wicked, isn't that what they say?"

You followed his lead, throwing your head back and letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat.

It almost felt like old times when you'd compete with him in old dingy bars.

"Ah, I figured you wouldn't be hung up on it." You held your empty glass in your hands, a finger unconsciously caressing its cool surface.

"My bad, dear." Alastor gave you a faux look of guilt, but the mockery that dripped from his tone easily gave it away. "Did you want me to mourn you for a couple decades?"

You rolled your eyes. "Considering everything we've been through, I'd have expected at least a few years." 

You noticed Alastor fill his glass up again, he knocked it back just as quickly as the previous ones.

You both looked like you were drinking your problems away, but it seemed like this was more of a habit. One formed through a lifetime of repetitions.

"I can start now if you'd like." Alastor smiled at you.

Your brows raised. "I am very clearly not dead."

"You might be soon." The static in his voice was heavier, and for a split second you could have sworn his pupils changed to dials.

Your fingers stilled against the glass you held, feeling your skin prickle at the silence that followed.

The wood in the fireplace crackled, and the eerie light coming from the green flames added just a tinge more terror to your situation.

Or it would have if the only emotion you felt wasn't an all consuming rage.

The clear threat hung in the air for a second before Alastor spoke again. "So tell me," 

How long have you been alive?

Why didn't you tell me?

 "How are you alive?" He said.

You had no idea why on earth he was angry. What gave him the right?

"We both know the answer to that already, don't we?" Your own smile tightened, teeth clenched hard to keep yourself from growling at him.

You tried to stomp out your anger, but every time you tried to reason that he used to be a friend, you couldn't help but be brought back to that time.

Lying in a pool of warm blood—your own blood. Seeing the exorcists flying down to you, racing to see who could kill you first. Turning your head, using the very last of your strength to reach out to your friend. Watching him stand from your side and melting away into shadows without you.

"Well yes, a deal, of course. But with whom? Not many demons down in this festering tar pit have that much power. You were practically gone, dear."

Ah, so it was a pride thing, you thought. He was bothered that there was someone who could do what he couldn't. 

You couldn't hold back from scoffing. "And did that ever bother you? That I was practically gone?"

He paused. The sound of static grew messier for a few seconds before Alastor gave up on his glass entirely. He opted to just grab the bottle by its neck and drank from it.

"You seem like you were hoping it did." He teased as he set the bottle down back on the table. "Shouldn't a good friend be happy I wasn't suffering?"

Your heart clenched, eyes narrowed. The both of you have danced around it this entire time, but it just seemed like there was no longer any way to stop the words as they finally slipped from your mouth.

"Shouldn't a good friend try everything to save the other?"

The accusation, the betrayal, the bitterness, finally dripped like venom from your question.

A heavy tension covered both of you once more. The elephant in the room finally addressed properly, but it seemed neither of you knew what to do with it now.

A beat of silence.

"Then, it looks like we're both such terrible friends." Alastor said, as he sunk back into his chair. You hadn't noticed the tension in his body this entire time, you weren't sure if Alastor himself noticed it either.

But as he rested his head behind him, you noticed something you failed to before now.

He looked...exhausted. His smile was in place, his hair neat, his suit wrinkle free. He looked as perfect as ever; but he looked tired.

You were sure you didn't look any more chipper currently.

You tore your eyes away from the demon that sat across you. "It's been a long night."

"It's been twenty minutes." There was finally a hint of genuine amusement in his tone, but it felt strained.

Like it slipped before he could stop it, a habit formed through decades of banter.

"Twenty too many around you." You simply shut it down.

Still, not one apology. Did he even regret it?

You felt so confused, so conflicted, so angry, and you knew you just had to leave before you did something you would regret later on—whatever that may be.

He looked like he wanted to say something as you got up, but he chose to bring the bottle of alcohol to his lips instead.

It was only when your hand landed on the door handle did he speak. "I would do it again." 

It felt like a light went out inside you somewhere.

You didn't turn around.

"I would leave you to die—over and over." Alastor's floaty voice continued. "You were a good friend, but not great enough for me to risk my own skin."

You've known your friend to be quite the liar. He knew what to say and when to say it, and he lived to crawl under people's skin and piss them off.

But at that moment, you knew it was one of the rare few instances where Alastor was honest.

"It seemed like you wanted to know." His normally mocking voice seemed softer. Like it really was just a fact and nothing more.

"The V's were there when you weren't." You found yourself saying. You turned your head to the side just a tiny bit, but still didn't turn to look at him.

The lights flickered and your hand closed around the handle of the door.

"I made a deal with the V's. Everything about you and more, in exchange for my life." You continued, almost unable to stop the words from coming out, really.

"Your defeat seven years ago was my doing."

You really were terrible friends.

"It seemed like you wanted to know, old pal."

You left his room just as the lights fully went out.

#tw: physical injuries #friendly reminder this event has closed #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #alastor x reader #vien writes #follower event #we went for emotional pain this time around #more subtle than outright choking the man but I feel like having a dear friend betray him as much as he betrayed them would sting a lot mor #i am firm believer that alastor CAN care if he wanted to #but i must admit i made him a tiny bit ooc here bc i had to tone down his sillies for the mood

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Hey love! I really enjoy your writing specially another lie it was so good and i really loved it and enjoyed the two endings but can you please give us maybe a drabble about what charles' reaction to the 'announcement' maybe from charles' pov? No pressure if you don't wanna do it and thank you for giving us such a great work!

A/N: not proof read and written on my phone. It’s my baby girls birthday this weekend so I’m mostly offline 💕

Another Lie (Blurb) ||CL16 {5.1}

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five (Max’s Ending) || {5.1} Blurb || Five (Charles’ Ending)

Charles had never accepted that you were no longer his. Not even marrying Max had stopped him from thinking that one day you would be back where he knew you belonged. He refused to acknowledge your surname even two years after it had changed to Verstappen.

But this announcement crumbled those dreams.

He should have paid more attention. He knew your body better than his own yet he had been blinded to the changes. He should have questioned why you backed away from him, why you gave up the fight he knew you were always up to having. It was narcissistic but those arguments were the only time any of your burning passion was spent on him, so he would take the acerbic lacerations from your tongue just to have you speak to him.

There would be no more arguments.

Charles couldn’t shake the image of you standing with his son, exactly as it should have been. But those were not your features on Jules face and it was all his fault.

You would never be the mother of his child. You were already a mother to Max’s.

Charles fist collided with the tv screen in front of him, the image of Max kissing you suddenly turning to jagged lines of purple hues as it broke. “Fuck!”

Knowing why you backed away from the fight only made him feel worse. Had you really thought he would hurt you? He flinched as he remembered how your hand had floated across your stomach when he released your wrist. He had hurt you in so many ways, but he would never do that.

If he wasn’t so caught up in the anger he held towards Sapphire he would have noticed how the material of your shirt hung differently, or how your breasts were larger than the last time he saw you. He missed the signs that were right in front of him.

“Charlie? Have you seen Jules?” Sapphire asked with that grating voice of nails on a chalkboard.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he growled as she stared at the broken tv screen and the blood running down his knuckles. “He was roaming the fucking paddock alone!”

He didn’t need an answer as she tossed her bleached blonde hair back ready to make an excuse. The evidence was clear. Purple marks littered her pale neck, marks he knew didn’t come from him.

“Fucking whore.”

“Get off your high horse, you’re no better than me,” she scoffed, pulling her hair back into place.

Charles open his mouth to give his scathing response but he had none. His cheating was the very reason he lost the greatest thing he ever had and now any hope of repairing what he broke was gone.

“Get your shit and go,” Charles said quietly as he turned back to the broken screen, flickers of your face fading in and out. This flashes were just enough to catch the glimpse of pure joy for moment before it was gone again. He looked at his fist and sighed in defeat. “My lawyer will be in touch with a settlement and custody agreement. You’ll be taken care of, just get the fuck out of my sight.”

“You can’t be serious. Is this because of her?” she asked as she pointed to the TV.

“I don’t love you, I never have. In fact, just the sight of you makes me sick and the only good thing to come from you is Jules.” He took a step closer with each brutal slap of honesty, but it was all for nought as she knew this already. “We’re done.”

“I’m glad,” she spat as she stood a little taller and looked down her nose at him. “She is never going to choose you. Who would? You’re never going to be world champion.”

“Take your shit and go, Sapphire,” Charles growled as he took a step forward, forcing her to take a step back to the doorway. “Don’t bother saying goodbye to Jules, he won’t even notice you’re gone.”

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[vivziepopwhatthehell]

Ep 4 Review

There are mentions of SA in this document. Reader discretion is advised.

Introduction

There’s so many things that I want to say about Hazbin Hotel but for now, I’m only going to keep my thoughts relevant to episode four. It’s the episode that everyone is talking about, after all. I’d love to hear everyone else’s thoughts too. 

The Positives

- I was expecting Blake Roman's voice acting to be subpar, and initially, it fell short of my expectations. The first episode featured what I believe is his weakest voice direction among all the released episodes. However, my initial concerns were proven wrong as the series progressed. In this episode, Blake's performance truly stood out and showcased his considerable talent. He skillfully conveyed emotions that he wasn't given an opportunity to show in the earlier episodes. Despite this improvement, he still faces the challenges with maintaining the Angel Dust accent. Blake Roman would definitely shine if he was given a role that wasn't previously defined by another talented voice actor like Michael Kovach. That being said, I'm really excited to see more from Blake Roman in future episodes.

- Valentino's character is now effectively portrayed with the menacing demeanor befitting his role, a notable departure from his initial appearance in episode two. The shift in his portrayal makes it more evident why Angel Dust fears him. To enhance the impact of Valentino's introduction in this episode, a strategic adjustment in episode two's writing could have been beneficial. Specifically, focusing more on Vox and Alastor, and introducing Valentino through Angel Dust's voicemail instead. This approach would have spared Valentino from the perception of being pathetic and whiny in previous showcases, ensuring a more powerful debut. However, it's worth noting that episode four rectifies this mistake to a significant extent, making the suggestion to rewrite episode two more of a reflection on what could have been done differently rather than a critique of the current narrative.

- The animation is a lot smoother in this episode compared to two and three. The characters are also a lot more expressive and the art is overall pretty to look at. That's my overall opinion on the art direction. The storyboard is great in several areas, too. I loved the visuals when Husk talks about how he signed his contract with Alastor. 

- The beginning of the episode actually had a few jokes that made me laugh.

The Negatives

- Hazbin Hotel has huge pacing problems present in all of the episodes. Because the show only has 23 minutes and 10 episodes to tell its story, a bunch of minor inconveniences need to be escalated unrealistically either to change a scene or develop character relationships (this one is mainly in relation to Charlie and Vaggie). In this episode, Charlie's tiny stumble over a plug must hastily snowball into a fire to justify the subsequent escalation of tension with Valentino. But how does that even start a fire? Charlie could instead accidentally knock over a lit candle on the bedside table in the set. Following this mishap, the employees, who are off exploring Charlie's hotel idea after their conversation during the shoot, are absent when the fire starts, causing it to spread. This change is still stupid, but it maintains the same elements while offering a more believable catalyst for the escalating tension. Another area that could have been improved was the ending, because I feel like Angel Dust forgave Charlie way too easily.

- Hazbin Hotel often relies heavily on exposition dumps and tends to tell rather than show. Husker's dialogue in the beginning of the episode serves as a means to spoon-feed the audience information about each character's struggle, which is a really boring way to storytell. Husker also seems to have such an intimate understanding of every character that he should be the one to run the hotel at this point. I am hoping that we get a Husker and Charlie episode, where Husker tells her to listen to her friends more. Maybe then she’d have a better understanding on how to help them out with their problems.

- Valentino's powers are confusing me. In "Addict," the red smoke from Valentino and Angel Dust's cigarettes, initially symbolic, seems to become literal in episode four. For instance, Valentino uses the smoke to create chains around Angel Dust's throat and pulls him upwards to focus on the contract he signed. The smoke should not have been made a physical entity that can control the characters this way, because now it completely devalues its presence in the music video (even if the music video is no longer canon). 

- Regrettably, the episode has become difficult for me to view objectively due to some storyboard artists openly sharing their personal bedroom preferences. I'm making a concerted effort to distinguish the artists from their work, but it is hard to not view this as just another fuel for fetish. To illustrate, consider the smoke chain scene preceding "Poison," where Valentino employs a chain around Angel's neck to compel him to review the contract. It's notable that Valentino could have achieved the same effect by grabbing Angel's hair, but the inclusion of the chain appears to be a direct reference to the storyboard artist's leash kink.

- There’s too many songs. When the song title leaks came out for Hazbin Hotel, I thought that most of them were just the names of the instrumentals. They are all actually two-four minute length songs. When these songs do come onto the screen, none of them have build-up. The song just randomly starts, and many times, the song replaces moments that are crucial to have dialogue in. Just because you have Broadway stars doesn’t mean that you need to have three songs per episode. Cap it to one to leave a good impression on your audience, because most of these songs left me REALLY bored not even halfway through them. The lyrics and how they are sung are also offensive at times, specifically in “Loser Baby”. 

- Charlie's fixation on the hotel has reached an alarming level of insensitivity in this episode. While the hotel's success remains crucial, her approach comes off as callous and indifferent to the people around her. The episode kicks off with what seems like a thoughtful gesture toward Angel Dust, trying to help him get a day off work. But her motivation is solely to ensure he can continue his daily redeemer exercises at the hotel. Then, when Angel Dust begs her to leave (while sounding completely terrified in the process), Charlie overstays her welcome and actively disrupts the employees during the shoot to advertise her hotel. There’s a time and place, Charlie! In my ideal version of the episode, Charlie remains determined to secure a day off for Angel Dust (just to spend time with him). Charlie doesn’t get to speak to Angel Dust before she proposes the idea to Valentino. Valentino responds nicely to her, but we see a bunch of subtle cues to his anger about Angel Dust trying to “escape” before he glares at Angel Dust and brings him into the other room.

-  Keith David is talented, but his voice for Husker just isn’t doing it for me. Sorry, Keith. It isn’t as rough and gravelly as it should be, but you were obviously just miscast. The same applies to Stephanie Beatriz as Vaggie. 

- A trigger warning is absent from the episode. The warning wouldn't have benefited the narrative in any way, but it would have definitely aided the members of the audience that it is meant to represent.

Conclusion

In my opinion, the episode is overall “okay”. It still suffers a lot of the same problems as the other episodes. Though, episode four does have its own improvements as well. I am hoping that the show continues to get better from here.

Edit: accidentally deleted one of my points before publishing + added a tag.

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel

[inconspicious-random-thoughts]

During Vaggie and Charlie's visit to Heaven, I don't think there was anything indicating that the city had a beach or anything like an ocean like where we saw Lilith at the end of S1. Granted, we didn't explore ALL of Heaven, obviously, but it still makes me wonder. Is Lilith really staying in Heaven? I wonder if maybe she's actually being housed on Earth, or specifically in Eden, Adam's former domain on Earth. 'Cuz Lute didn't say that Lilith was staying in Heaven as part of her deal with Adam. What do you think?

I love being asked about things Hazbin related. Thank you! Sorry it took a week for me to answer, I been legit sick for a a solid month now from a cold. The lingering coughing hasn't been dreadful but the pure exhaustion I feel (While working too) just left me completely drained. I wanted to answer you while Im feeling at least moderately alive.

Before the question I didn't really put too much thought about Lilith location. I took it as point blank, Lute approached Lilith is lounging in Heaven.

I do like the idea of it being Eden but I am force to lean on the end scene is Heaven for a number of reasons.

From the same universe, Helluvah Boss, it basically a big no-no to go on Earth. On certain beings are allowed (or meant to, it get bypassed) to travel on Earth. I sincerely doubt an exterminator Angel or ANY sinner would be able to free move between realms to Earth. Sinners, had their chance on Earth, there's no return. Exterminators have a very specific purpose, so I doubt they would be granted any access as well.

If we look pass that however, and Eden has some cloaking and impassable shield surrounded it in a way to preserve it from further intreation of humans, similar but not really to a pocket dimension .....maaaaybe. Maybe Lilith gets a pass as she was created and made to be there. I can low key seeing being a gilded cage to keep her in resulting in a deal that was made.

But I'm incline its an unexplored off screen Heaven the viewer didn't get to see. Heaven is meant to cater eternal happiness reward for the pure souls. Some souls really love the beach so there's got to be some beaches for those souls to find eternal peace in.

-I personally dislike the beach unless its at night. My Irish heritage fair skin cant handle the direct sunlight with no natural shade to retreat in.

The main evidence its Heaven in my opinion is the skyline. It's the same we see when meeting St. Peter. The same pastel coloring and mainly the beams of arching light that look structural-?

Granted, if the 'structural' beams of light are a way to cloak from human eyes or just Heavenly dimension, it isn't a stretch that they may surround Eden too. I really like the Eden idea....its like full circle thing, Everything started in Eden so it be fun that it gets more involvement. I don't think that's the case, but I hope it is despite that.

Now, the question is, was it Lilith that Lute was truly speaking to. That lies the question. I keep flip flopping if its Eve or if it is in fact Lilith. It isn't too far fetched that Eve would be near idental, taking over Lilith role as Adam wife. Eve would be very motivated to make a deal to be heaven when being tricked into performing the first sin, making her a sinner. Eve actually playing the role as Adam wife, I can see Adam took pity on her and plead her case. Or even hide her himself in what you you guess, Eden. It would be perfect. As Lute put it, "Adam dead, your deal is done." Which can be taken in multiple ways including that Lilith had a deal wanting Adam dead. But to fit in this scenario, it was Adams deal with her. Not Heavens. 'Lilith' didn't really react to Lute as she spoke, sitting still and listening. We we saw her face she was rather impassive. She only shown reaction-displeasure when Lute said the name Lilith. The way Lute said Lilith seemed a little too empshised. Which may be for the audience if they somehow missed all the Lilith portrayed to realized the new character is. OR its Lute putting emphasis to alert Eve on the upcoming role she needs to play to continue her deal with Lute.

I'm still undecided if its Lilith or Eve. The necklace in the end threw me off. I didn't know why by I way hyper focused on it on my first watch from some reason. I guess my subconscious realized Lilith is always shown to wear pearls (I need to rewatch it to see all the portraits have the pearls or the black diamond necklace. It seem the show purposely wouldn't let us see her hands to determine if there was a wedding ring or not.

The whole ending scene really threw things in the air.

I find Eve lack involvement in the universe so far very suspicious. I think she will be a very key figure coming up. I also think Adam will be revive as a sinner and still play a major role.

The whole lack of Lilith and Eve (and Roo which I believe is the big bad and Alastor contractor)whereabouts is suspicious and its going to hit us hard. Adam is involved in it. I fairly certain he the one that proposed the idea of exterminations. Like, why was Heaven so concern about an uprising? WHO brought that idea to their heads?Seriously, that been bothering me ALOT. I'm positive the first man was manipulated to mull on that idea and nudge to bring that proposal to Sera after something happening in Hell that was orchestrated to make it look like unrest and uprising in Heaven eyes.

The same group of people (Eve, Adam, Lilith, Alastor {Lucifer and Charlie, Heaven involved being puppeted}) is basically trying to puppeteer each other trying to pull the strings, as much as they try gain control, but in reality they are just playing right into Roo plan.

I am so rambling, because that's what I do. I need to rewatch the series to confirm some of these thoughts with clues. I'm sure there many plot holes what I rambled so far. I'm usually multitasking when I rewatch so I forget to look for my little clues.

If the ending scene is in fact Lilith, I am certain she didn't leave to willingly but is some type of hostage to an agreement. I think Lucifer knows whats up too. (His wife in Heaven! Ha!) He seem way to tentative and hesitant speaking to Charlie on the phone about meeting up with Heaven while looking at the family portrait. As in, He was backed into a corner and basically had to agree with Heaven in a newer deal that they kept Lilith hostage (but she be taken care of, promise! where Heaven!) but Charlie can remain with him. He to nervous to have another meeting that involved his daughter who kept in the dark about the deal that caused Lilith absence.

Never once we hear that Lilith is "Missing, gone, divorced" Especially from Lucifer. Just that Heaven took everything from him and Charlie all he had left.

Side note, I love how everything Lucifer said in episode 5 came true. He was right about Heaven not listening. In a smaller easier to miss part. In "More than Anything." he sange "In the end, I won't lose it all again, you are the only thing worth fighting for." He kept that promise by showing up to save Charlie in battle and fighting for her.

The only time Lilith absence is Charlie saying "She off doing something important I'm sure." (Fulfilling a corherced bargain to insure Charlie safety perhaps?)

She did mention that her dad and mom split. But that can be her assumption or something Lucifer said to explain things easier to a much younger Charlie and he already blamed himself for failing Lilith and having her absent in their lives. Or maybe Lucifer said and meant it literally"Your mother is separated from us." but young Charlie just took "separated" as in Lilith marriage with Lucifer. And Lucifer just rolled with it. But Lucifer still clearly love Lilith with still having that ring on his finger and I think Lilith is still in love with Lucifer. They are just literally separated by realms not in marriage.

I think I rambled way more then what you asked for. Ha! apologies I hope its somewhat coherent and not jumbled like they are in my brain and was at least found interesting.

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[not-totally-blind]

I actually wanted to do something big for the QSMP anniversary. I made the base of a drawing on my chalkboard, I collected egg shells, and I was going to make each cc. I even bought paint and collected cardboard for a model. But seeing how the project is suffering so many blows, I lost the spirit I had. I hope a few sincere words are enough. 

 

The QSMP is a project that seeks to unite communities of different languages with something we all love: Minecraft

Now, is that all? Has QSMP achieved what it wanted to achieve? 

 

Yes, in fact, he has achieved even more. I have had the joy of being close to so much evidence of how much this project has achieved. 

 

I am a fan of using Facebook (like a fucking old man, I know) and the "QSMP International" group, where I have had the joy of seeing English speakers, Spanish speakers, Portuguese speakers, and French speakers talking in comments, sharing lore information, and even chatting. 

As a reader and writer of fanfics, I have come across all nationalities speaking in comments on Wattpad and Ao3, either about how much they liked the story or even sharing a little of their culture to improve the fanfiction experience. 

 

But even more than for the fandom, it must be seen for the creators. As someone from the fandom once said, Quackity managed to bring together people from different languages and put them together on a single server, but it didn't stop there. It made people who would never have met in any other way become friends. 

¿Do you like GuapoDuo, BuildDuo, HideDuo, DeathDuo, or MisclickDuo? Because I love them, and they have one thing in common: without QSMP, none of them would have happened. 

 

Because now we know that they are people who are friends and who have made changes in their lives thanks to these new friendships. Enigma do Medo will have Spanish dubbing thanks to the great friendship between Cellbit and Roier. Charlie learns Spanish to speak better with Mariana.

Would all this have happened if it hadn't been for QSMP? Maybe, but you never make changes as quickly as when you have a reason—that is, Foolish was already learning Spanish before QSMP—but are you going to tell me that being there hasn't paid off? 

 

QSMP stopped being just a project, because something that is "just a project" would never have changed so many lives for the better in this way.

I don't know the words to use; not everything is fine and things have changed in ways we didn't expect, but I feel that something that has changed so many lives both inside the server and outside of it is not just a project. QSMP is a community in and of itself. QSMP is... it's everything; it has given us joy and laughter as well as tears and anger. QSMP gave me a reason to live; it gave me new friends and a new way of looking at life. QSMP is an inspiration. And there are so many things that I don't feel like there are ever enough words to describe everything that this project is.

I love QSMP, and I will be forever grateful to Quackity for creating it.

#qsmp #quackity #quackity smp #one year of qsmp #qsmp anniversary #we love qsmp #proud of quackity #♡

[thesixthplaneteer]

I haven't posted in a while so here is my I haven't posted in a while post! I wanted to throw some info about an OC into the void that I haven't posted about before, Ray! Info below the image and break!

Detective Raymond Mulder was a homicide detective in Chicago. Dedicating himself to his job left him divorced and drifting through life. Until he was brought in the Special Investigations unit where he was thrown into the world of darkness. He started to find love again with a museum curator that he would learn later was a kinfolk. One night hot on the trail of a suspected vampire implicated in a particularly horrendous murder, he and his lieutenant Arthur thought they had the man cornered. But instead all they found was an empty room and a file. Ray opened to file to find hard evidence Arthur had been working to cover the trail of vampire activity. Ray being the boy scout couldn't let it go, so he attempted to arrest Arthur, forcing a subconscious decree planted in the lieutenant to remove himself from the mortal coil. Feeling helpless and lost, Ray left Chicago with Tav, the museum curator. She hoped she could take him back to the tribe to regroup in a manner of speaking. Unfortunately her ex-husband didn't like her bringing an outsider. In an altercation Tav's ex turned into a beast the likes of which Ray had never seen, leaving Ray with a large scar running from his collar bone to his hip. It would turn out to be a small blessing of sorts, as through unexplained means he could now feel the presence of the supernatural. Ray was once again alone and now on the road not knowing what to do with himself so he just wandered. Finding himself in Tucson, Arizona he couldn't ignore his gut feeling and the aching scar on his body. He was once again on the trail of a vampire, only this time when he thought he had him cornered someone else had beaten him there, Joaquin Hidalgo. After a tense discussion of sussing out loyalties they joined forces. Joaquin's knowledge and hatred of vampires along with Ray's detective skills and desire to make positive change in the world made them a competent force. Things are going as smoothly as they can for two dudes in their forties fighting vampires until they make it to Reno. Joaquin gets reunited with his sister Noa, who is a vampire, along with her friend and Joaquin's former acquaintance Nyth. Things become very complicated as Ray tries to come to terms with accepting Joaquin's sister and dealing with Nyth's manipulation. Ray never wanted to see vampires as pure monsters. Something in him hoped they were still people in some way or like in many of the cases he handled in the CPD, they were just forced into a bad situation. Ray would learn too late that a bleeding heart only attracts the worst kinds of monsters.

~~~

So Ray's name; I based his looks on Charlie Hunnam's character in The Gentleman and just decided to go with that character's name, Raymond because I liked it. I thought it would be funny for his last name to be Mulder because Ray actively dislikes supernatural media. In the game I played him in it was modern nights so the big joke was he'd never seen x-files but it would always be the first topic of conversation when someone learned his name.

#world of darkness #art #Ray #oc #hunter the reckoning #vampire the masquerade

[overlordraax]

Why I didn't like 'Rise of the Beasts'

(Warnings: spoilers for ROTB and also mentions of character death)

This is just a little rant essay talking about why even though I wanted to like ROTB I quickly stopped enjoying it.

It all comes down to a simple reason: I love 'Bumblebee' (as in the 2018 film). That still stands to be my favourite Transformers movie. No shade to anyone who enjoys the Bay movies but I did not enjoy them (the casual sexism was so drastically off-putting for me as a teenage girl when it first came out), so I was overjoyed when Bumblebee came out and the movie was nice and sweet and made me really care about Bee and his connection to Charlie.

So when ROTB came out I was hoping it was going to be a good follow up and 'Bumblebee', and it was quite quickly apparent that it wasn't. It seemed that while 'Bumblebee' got the best overall reviews of any TF movie, it also didn't do that well at the box office (since it came out against the first Spiderverse movie which ended up being such a massive phenomenon). It seems Hasbro considered it a failure because ROTB doesn't feel like a sequel to 'Bumblebee', it feels more like it is trying to be a spiritual successor/sequel to the Bay films (probably evident by how the main threat is Unicron, who was the teased threat at the end of 'Last Knight').

It just doesn't quite have the spirit and sentiment of 'Bumblebee' but what made it a true disappointment for me was actually in the movies treatment of Bumblebee itself.

I came to this film because of 'Bumblebee' and I wanted to see how Bumblebee's story continued.

Then he dies in the first fight of the film. It wasn't even that in itself. It was the way they approached it in the story. The actual moment held surprisingly little weight, the characters seemed at best mildly upset by one of their comrades dying. There was no depiction of proper sadness or grief which you think you would expect for one of the main characters of the movie being actually dead, especially when they emphasize these Autobots potentially being the last of their kind.

This is even more severely undercut after the fight is over and they instantly establish that there is a way to bring Bumblebee back to life. Oh, so that's why no one was acting as if they cared, it's because the story already told us not to bother about it.

This was the point for me when I emotionally checked out of the moved. I found that it completely undercut the depiction of death in the film. In fact why should I bother getting emotionally invested in any death in the movie after that? The film seemed to want me to care when Airazor died, but why should I? Why can't she come back as well? All it would take is an excuse from the writers. Why should I care about Mirage's sacrifice? How could I trust that that moment with heavy narrative weight would actually matter? (and actually for the record I didn't mind Mirage being brought back at the end, because it was at least made clear Noah went to some effort in repairing Mirage and bringing him back. I just felt that the moment would have had more impact if they hadn't pulled that same trick earlier).

The annoying thing is I think there would have been a very easy fix: In that first battle, just have Bumblebee wounded and in the state of dying rather than actually dead. Then the characters can be like "Quick! We need to find the energon maguffin in order to revive Bumblebee." The rest of the movie would have gone exactly the same with a nice ticking clock for tension, but the premise of death itself wouldn't have been severely undercut.

I think there is a problem overall with how a lot of media handles death (though I feel I am mostly talking about US made media), but especially in franchise stuff it's become too weightless and ephemeral. Characters are killed and brought back to life with relative ease because there are probably corporate overlords demanding these characters come back so they can continue making money off their image.

#Transformers #ROTB #Rise of the Beasts #TF Bumblebee #Bumblebee 2018 #Raax facts #character death #media analysis

[peakywitch]

Please can you write “Is it so hard to love me?” From your prompts for Tommy but with a fluffy ending?

Hiiiii!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OKAY SO: he would never ask something like that and i always try to keep my characters canon bc i hate when you see a character saying something really ooc SO i came up with the most tommy way of expressing this! :) thank u for the challenge, hope u like it <3

also, ruby is Y/N's and tommy's daughter, charlie doesnt exist therefore grace neither did

please if you enjoyed, reblog! so i reach more people :)

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The car was parked outside the residence, lights out and completely turned off. Tommy was sitting still, not being able to forget Mosley’s smug smile and acid comment: “It must be so hard, to be a part of your life… Oh, your poor wife.” Uncharacteristically of him, he walked up the stairs without a single sound. No calling out for Y/N and no calling out for Ruby. No calling out for both of his girls. Y/N walked out of the room and found herself walking into her husband, who took her by surprise. “Jesus! You scared me!” she smiled, warmly and softly. “Hi, my love,” she hugged him, but he stayed there. Frozen, mentally away. He had no evident expression. Not even a subtle one. Not one line on his forehead was out of place. “Dear? Is everything alright?” her smile started to fade. Am I hard to be with? “Uh?” he asked, blinking a few times, maybe blinking some invisible tears away. “Tommy? What happened?” every soft expression was off her face. Now it was only a worried expression, for her husband. AM I HARD TO LOVE? “Nothing to worry about, dear.” He said, cupping her face and placing a tender kiss on her forehead, one that was frowning. “You know you can tell me anything, right? And-” she insisted. “And I can always count on you, yes. Yes dear, I know.” he smiled shyly, eyes glued onto hers.

-

That night he didn't sleep. At all. Not even a blink. “I can hear your thoughts, Thomas. Please. What's wrong?” she murmured, her back against his chest. He exhaled. “Just some blue morning-” “And some blue midnight, and blue early morning.” Nothing. From any of them. “Yes, I am quite sad lately.” She turned around, now facing her husband, eyes still closed, but his body was now in her arms. “You don’t have to be sad alone, you have me. Just like I don't have to be sad alone, because you are always there. And whenever you need me, I am here for you. Because every time you were there, things were easier, hunger was easier and cold nights were not too cold. So, hug me and sleep, the birds are still not singing and Ruby will wake up any minute now.” Because every time you were there, things were easier. His heart skipped a bit, and for the first time in days, he truly smiled.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy x reader #tom shelby #tommy shelby headcanon #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #thomas shelby headcanon #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby fic #peaky blinders

[lovelessjane]

Time to headcanon dump about Mosca and his dad.

-If I like a character, I'll associate them with one of my favorite bands/artists. So, of course, I associate Mosca's entire bloodline with Red Hot Chili Peppers. Specifically, Mosca with Unlimited Love and his dad with Stadium Arcadium. This is also why I named Mosca's mom Charlie.

-Speaking of music, Mosca and his dad share the same music taste. His dad introduced Mosca to most of his favorite bands, either intentionally or by accident.

-Never thought I'd research flies, but here I am. I'm pretty sure Mosca and his dad are supposed to be house flies, but I'll throw something new into the mix. Mosca's dad is half house fly half horse fly. I could just say that the reason why he's bigger in-game is bc he's got a dad bod and he's older, but that's boring. So no, he's half horse fly. Also, Mosca's mom was a fruit fly because they're pretty. He looks nothing like her though, except that he inherited her bright red eyes.

-His dad loves rambling, especially about his family. If he really likes one of Mosca's friends, he'll reveal all of his son's secrets to them (with photographic evidence, hehe). He also talks about his wife whenever he gets the chance because he loves her so much it's unreal.

-He knows his son, but also not really. He couldn't keep up with Mosca's interests while he was gone and still thinks that his son likes the same things he liked back when he was a kid. Mosca says "Dad, I'm not 5 anymore" on a daily basis, and his dad feels a little disappointed with himself whenever that happens because oh damn, he's right.

-He keeps telling Mosca to stop tagging around the City. Of course, Mosca never listens, and his dad lost his mind when he saw the combo.

-I feel like his dad's name is Robert. Idk, he just...he just looks like a Robert.

-Throwing Mo into the mix as well. His dad still invites her to family gatherings, mostly in the hopes that her and his son would get back together since he considered Mo a good influence.

-His dad does not like Ghost at all. Mostly because he vandalized his shop, but also because...well, he's Ghost. But Mosca still tries to make his dad warm up to the little bugger.

-But to be fair, his dad doesn't like most of the taggers. He considers Tia childish and a bad influence, has mixed feelings about Hans, and don't even mention Uzzi or King Eyes around him.

-I know I said they both share the same taste in music, but you cannot deny that Mosca listens to hip hop and rap every now and then. His dad cannot stand those genres.

-Both of them have great reflexes and can see behind themselves, just like normal flies.

#sludge life #sludge life 2 #mosca sludge life #devs please tell us his name i cannot call him mosca's dad forever #same with uzzi's mom

[naffeclipse]

Naff. Naff! Naff!

First of all I need you to understand the sheer willpower it took to be a responsible adult and read college stuff first before diving into this chapter. A GOOD amount of willpower. It was the right decision as I would have kept zoning out thinking about this chapter because Oh. My God.

So starting from the top!

Ahhh! The little motions of Moon so tentatively trying to get some contact, but so afraid of being rejected like it has been happening killed me right from the start. Just that... that silent request. Now that they agreed to tell the truth they had hope that it would be accepted but still, it only goes to show how much it was affecting them. That distance was really hurting them.

It really felt like they were all breathing a little easier at the start. Y/n obviously needed the distraction, but them talking about Vanessa and how they really thought that Sun and Moon would like her was such a warm moment. Because they say before them, she's the only person they are close to! After all the anguish of the last chapters, it really seems like it would be the most wonderful thing to have those important to them all in one room and getting along!

Too bad the hunter had those hopes of everything being alright snatched immediately.

Seeing Vanessa's stuff was so intriguing! The candy wrappers caught my attention because I kept wondering if they were used as bait to lure the children, or if it was a nod to the tapes in security breach because if I remeber correctly 'Vanny' liked candy a lot, while Vanessa preferred not to eat it.

And oh my gosh the book!!! I'd totally forgotten with all that was happening recently, and we finally got a look at that missing page! No wonder the boys were worried, because it was a pretty suspicious similarity, although they might have been fine at the start. Who knows if after the rake incident y/n would have connected the dots, looking at them closely, though.

And oooooooh, all the evidence of the children in the vehicle. The toys, and the blood. Blood on so many things and some long dried. What a nightmare for Vanessa, who we know has had more lucid moments in all of this.

But what was the most chilling to me was the dark fliud soaking the bed. Like, until now, we have seen only trickles from the animatronic vessel. The most we have seen I think was when the body of the guy possessed by Shoh was found, and that was only dribbles from his face. It just makes me imagine how horrifying this must have been for Vanessa. The demon must have let her sleep in order to keep its vessel healthy enough to keep using. But that means she had to sleep in that. Keep adding to it every night? We know the liquid presents itself with strong emotions (or as leftover of possessions). Does this mean it happened the most after kills? Could she feel the demon's delight in what it did while she literally had to cry those emotions out??? Just oooough! ;o;

But continuing with the tour of Vanessa's home! Omg, Henry's book!! Ahhh, that's so cool! And like, if it wasn't for the current circumstances, it feels like something y/n would have loved to have found way before due to their curiosity about cryptids. I was so curious and the description of Chica gave me so many thoughts! Henry seems to be really interested in this type of demonic cryptids! The fact that he has interacted succesfully with them and everything is so so cool! (Makes me wonder what the possible existence of Charlie in this could be! Was she his child and then was attacked by the demon that now posseses Vanessa and then her fate drove Henry to investigate the demonic entities? Or maybe Marionette is a cryptid of their own hmmmm? Maybe she doesn't exist XD)

But I digress! I like that Henry is so objective about the demons. Making it clear that they follow their own rules but their ways can be seen as a type of kindness! And then we have the description of the boys and oh my gosh wasn't that the last piece of the puzzle? And the boys knew it. Moon's feeble attempts at making them stop reading made that clear, because they wanted to explain themselves, but like this it will not happen in the way they planned. But the book in a way is a good introduction, because it doesn't paint them as complete monsters, but considers their tentative good side. A good side supported by children even!

(sidenote: I find it so significant it described the boys as the ones that cared the least about adults. I'm sure in the future it might make y/n feel special XD)

But ooooh, when the book just kept slapping them with evidence that sounded way too familiar and then it was undeniable! The flash of red they literally saw at the start of this episode, before going to meet Lambert! And I absolutely loved how you put the same description of "pale unblinking glow" that the book had into the narration a couple of lines later when they turn around to see them. Really see them. It's such a powerful line to indicate that finally the connection has been made. No more denial. Time to face the music.

(and oh goshhh the detail of their heart picking up in panic and the boys immediately smiling desperately!! )

And THEN! Shoh appears! And decides to throw them off a cliff! Hunter was already on the verge of panic and now there is a second demon. (Remembering the ask you answered that said Lambert would assume he wouldn't survive if he knew for sure there were two demons. Such a neat detail that Y/n made the same assumption!)

And ahhhhh!! When they somehow survive such a fall, and then Moon is grabbed and y/n cries out for him! Because they might just have had the worst revelation of their life, but damn it that care is not just gonna evaporate!

And yes, hi, can I just say I knew it!!! >:D Shoh totally lost her tongue! And I'm so glad it was y/n who took it! I was so expecting it to be the boys that would grab it and rip it out, but it was the hunter in the end and I find that they totally deserved the credit for that particular blow!

(sidenote: as the battle went on and the boys joined in, I just had to wonder why them in particular trigger their fear so badly. I know the knowledge that Shoh is a demon affected them, but it seems the effect of just the boys presence has been paralyzing so far while when facing Shoh Could it be that physically the shadowy look and the glowing eyes just look too similar to the first demon they encountered? Hmmmm)

And then oooooh boy, Shoh took revenge for her tongue kgfdhgjk, just straight up tore that arm! Ouuuch, poor boys! Too bad for her that was not enough because they sure did finish her! If I remember correctly there was mention that they tore into her chest, so I can't help but wonder if the fact that they were wounded so seriously made them instinctively go for the place where a heart would be even if they already knew she didn't have one!

(sidenote 3: Naff, I'm praising you so much for your action scenes! The pace in this one was just impeccable and it was so impressive the way you divided the attention between the fight and the internal turmoil of the hunter! That's not easy to do but I was immersed from start to finish!)

But talking about turmoil! Ahhh, I was just waiting for the moment they would snap. And I just gotta say! The doppelganger's impression of what Sun and Moon would see when the truth came out now seems mild in comparison kfsdjkjfg And I mean, completely justified! The hunter has been stretched too thin for far too long now, and now the demon that just tore apart another demon in front of them started reacing for them? No wonder they would have a full blown panic attack when seeing there was nowhere to run!

Ahhh and then the boys trying to help them calm down! With how fast their heart was beating, I wonder if they worried somwhat that y/n's heart would give out if they didn't calm down soon enough.

Oh, I gotta say how nicely the next scene is sort of opposite to the main secret of the fic. The denial of any signs of the hunter's dear friend being anything more than an animatronic vs the denial of a demon not about to tear them apart despite the evidence of their protection after they admitted to what they are. But ahhh they are really looking now, and I like that even exhausted as they are, they really are thinking about everything now.

(sidenote I lost count: They KISS THE SCAR!! Ahhhhh!! Just the- the contrast!!! The fact that the injury was made in the most malicious of ways by an awful being, only for Eclipse to come and use their mouth not as an attack but as a sign of affection and to show they really do mean it that they would never hurt them)

Ahhh, and the fact that y/n also has that "it's them" moment! Because it is! Suddenly their friend doesn't seem like a lie after all and that's a whole spectrum of confusing emotions but. They can look in the demon's eyes and see them.

(sidenote: hehe, the "you wish to write this down" made me smile. Even through all the terror, it's so them to want to study and know more)

God, I also love so much how they're still so unsure and having a constant back and forth from oh, yeah they're my friend after all, and oh god this is a demon and if they wanted they could kill me, but then again they haven't but- but DEMON. The line of it being pointless to run? Ooooh, I kinda want to know what the boys would think of that particular thought, because on one hand it's an objective fact. On the other, it's a clear sign that y/n does still very much feel like potential prey. Like they really don't have much choice here and are kinda resigned about this all. I guess in a way they have reason to be wary of y/n having their weapons. If they decided they suddenly wanted to use them, attempting to stop them would make this a lot more unpleasant for everyone and they probably would be in trouble if after a fight like that they were hit with any of the weapons. But also! They shouldn't be surprised they were screaming. XD Lots of the screaming poor y/n did they didn't even hear because they were swallowing it all dlkghjk

Oh, and finally! I wanted to comment on some of the symbolism sprinkled in this final part! Just! Like the fall and the destruction of the airstream, matching so well how the metaphorical rug was just pulled under their feet. How both physically and knowledge wise, everything they knew was destroyed. Oh, and the blue and red bandages to cover the wounds! To signify that the boys will help them heal from new and old wounds!! And related to this how after feeling that they've been sinking in panic and drowning in fear, they are offered one animatronic hand and one demonic hand to get out of the gully! And they take it! They might not be sure how to feel about them yet, but for now they can at least come to accept that the demon and the one they knew as an animatronic are one and the same, and they are choosing to let them help to get them out of this dark pit they have found themselves in!

I am so extremely excited for what's to come, Naff, you have no idea! I'm keeping my eye open for that possible conversation about the hunter they killed and how the future dynamic will go! It seems they will be fighting for a while with y/n's instincts and their fear for them, not to mention the matter of the whole heart eating deal! While they know this is what they are, I can see y/n not being ok at all with innocent people being considered alternatives for food when there are no rulebreakers around (because even the rulebreakers deserving it will probably be hard to convince them of. I feel like the hunter is gonna be staring at their moral compass for a good while to try and find their north here).

But kjfgdhkhjgsdf it's 4 am now so I gotta go pass out now XD (If you find anything that sounds a bit weird sorry about that, brain is more wired to speaking spanish than english at this hour XD)

Outstanding chapter! You knocked it out of the park with this reveal! 1000 000/10 Also you are the Sonic the Hedgehog of writers with how fast you have been posting these kjhdfghj

Amazing work as always!! <3

ALSDFJASFD AHHH CHATOIK I have been drinking in this comment since you first sent it and I adore every last word ♥

Charlie is a part of this AU! I haven't considered the Marionette but now that you mention it, I see her being much like the boys in terms of being child-friendly but very terrifying to adults hehe

OH! I'm so glad you noticed that little tidbit because yes, the boys tore into her chest out of instinct—that's what they know to attack and are used to doing so, and regardless of a demonic cryptid lacking a heart, it will still do a great deal of damage!

The boys could sense how erratic and rapid Y/N's heart was and that scared them the most. It was even worst than when they were enduring a night terror so the boys truly feared literally scaring Y/N to death!

If the boys knew that Y/N thought it was pointless to run, they would be so crestfallen and want to do more to reassure them that they're safe. There's no need to run even if what Y/N said is true.

Lots of screaming is a good summary of Part 3 LOL Y/N can have a little scream of frustration, as a treat (it's the opposite of a treat to Eclipse.)

Oh ho, I am very excited about that conversation of Eclipse eating rule-breakers and non-rulebreakers alike as well, and this time, there's no thirst for blood to distract Y/N from the reality of it :)

Awww, thank you so much for reading and commenting, babe! ♥

#chaotikanvas #cryptid sightings #cryptid sightings spoilers

[palmofafreezinghand]

happy thanksgiving

when renee bails on bella, she spends thanksgiving with some unconventional hosts. on ao3 here.

thank you to @birchbees for requesting a story of "esme being a good mom to bella"

Bella and Edward were supposed to be enjoying a peaceful fall afternoon together, ideally cuddled up in front of the Cullen fireplace reading from a well-worn copy of ‘Wuthering Heights.’  Bella had fallen asleep within minutes, tired from having spent the previous night talking. She woke up an hour later to find Edward had been dragged out by Emmett who had possibly detected a black bear but needed a telepath to be sure, Emmett still had yet to give up hope Edward’s gift would suddenly apply to animals. 

She learned all of this from the handwritten note in beautiful cursive taped to her forehead. Thinking the house was empty she went to fetch a glass of water. Despite the fact, the entire family had risked their lives for her, more than once, Bella was still terrified of leaving any trace of evidence in the house that she was alive. 

She walked into the kitchen checking her phone, Renee had called for the first time in three weeks. Bella would call her back, maybe in a day or two. Their conversations were getting less frequent, especially after Renee had broken the news she was spending the holidays with Phil’s sister and her children. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. There was no reason it should have upset Bella as much as it did, she couldn’t think about it for too long. 

She wiped what was definitely not a tear as she swung open the kitchen door. 

“Good morning,” a familiar voice said from the kitchen bar. Bella jumped a little before realizing it was just Esme, probably the least threatening person she knew, especially for a technical murderer. 

“Hi,” Bella smiled, trying to aggressively wipe away the certainly not tears. She knew Esme noticed but thankfully was kind enough to not mention it. 

“Can I get you anything?” Esme asked. She was sifting through a large book of fabric swatches while looking back and forth between her laptop screen, the book, and the plans she had strewn across the marble countertops. 

“I was just getting water,” Bella said, suddenly afraid of being an imposition. 

Esme smiled and returned her attention back to her work. “Edward will be home soon,” she said as Bella filled a water glass. 

“I know. He left a note.” 

“Figures. But he promised he’d hide my left socks if I didn’t relay the message.” 

“I’ll make sure to tell him. Your socks are safe,” Bella said, taking a sip of the water. Esme at some point had started keeping a pitcher of water in the empty fridge, she infused them with different fruits today’s selection was orange and lemon. 

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, Bella refilled her glass once. 

“Are you doing anything for Thanksgiving?” Esme asked as she carefully tore out a pink striped upholstery fabric. There was no way Esme would have known Bella would rather do anything but think of the holiday season, but it still felt cruel of her to bring it up. 

“No,” Bella muttered. “My mom is spending the season with her new in-laws, and Charlie has to work so I’ll probably just have a quiet night at home.” 

“That’s a bummer,” Esme frowned.

“It’s alright,” Bella shrugged. “The only thing I really like about Thanksgiving is my grandma’s pumpkin pie without the pumpkin but I haven’t had that in years so it’s fine.” 

She omitted the fact she could eat an entire tray of sweet potatoes with caramelized marshmallows on top, would eat cranberry sauce straight out of the can like it was candy, and used to wait anxiously in front of the oven window watching the turkey roast. 

“Well, we’d love to have you over. Although we might not be much fun.” 

She showed up at the Cullen house for another mundane afternoon, three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches stowed in her backpack, a Cosmic Brownie for Thanksgiving dessert, and a Diet Pepsi as a treat. It was a pathetic excuse for a holiday dinner but she supposed this would be how holidays would go for the rest of forever, it’s not like vampires would ever spend fourteen hours in the kitchen just for nostalgia. 

“What is that?” Rosalie whisper-shouted, appearing in front of Bella’s truck in a flash. 

“What?” Bella frowned. 

“The food in your bag,” Rosalie hissed. 

“It’s my… dinner?” 

“Edward didn’t tell you,” she scowled. 

“Tell me what?” Bella asked. 

Rosalie rolled her eyes, a gesture that somehow involved her entire body. “Give me the sandwiches,” she whispered. When Bella didn’t do as she said, thinking she couldn’t be serious. “Now,” she held her hand out in front of her. “Please,” she added quickly. 

Bella did as Rosalie said. “Thank you,” Rosalie muttered. “Now go in there and say thank you.” 

“Thank you?” Bella said, not understanding why she was thanking Rosalie for stealing her food but doing so anyways. 

“Not to me,” Rosalie said, rolling her eyes once again. “Just go inside, please,” she smiled slightly, lightly pushing Bella towards the house. 

When Bella opened the front door she was greeted by the smell of spices and something sweet baking in the oven. 

Edward poked his head out of the kitchen, grinning when he saw her. “Happy Thanksgiving.” 

Bella walked into the kitchen to find one of the most extravagant spreads she had ever seen. It wasn’t an Edward extravagant, expensive and lavish, but lovingly extravagant, homemade dinner rolls, two different salads, a small turkey, and a honey-roasted ham. 

Edward and Esme were both in the kitchen, although Edward was standing off to the side, more an accessory than an actual assistant. He greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, his arm wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “Suprise,” he whispered into her temple. 

  Esme was wearing an apron that looked straight out of ‘Leave it to Beaver’ and well-loved over the years, her curls piled on the top of her head in an unruly bun. “Happy Thanksgiving,” Esme smiled as she pulled a pie out of the oven. 

“Happy Thanksgiving,” Bella said, trying to swallow the sob that had been threatening to jump out her throat all day, this time for a very different reason. 

“Alright,” Esme said, sliding three pies across the counter towards Bella. “I give up. I tried,” she laughed lightly. 

Bella looked down and there, sandwiched between two almost pumpkin pies was a version of her grandmother’s pumpkin pie without the pumpkin looking up at her. 

“Pumpkin pie, without the pumpkin,” Bella said looking at the pie crust filled with vanilla ice cream topped with whipped cream. The sob in her throat was now declaring war against her. 

Esme looked at the pie in disbelief, “you’re kidding. That’s it?” She asked, pointing at the pie. 

The only response Bella could muster was to wrap Esme in a hug. “You nailed it,” she whispered, her voice no louder than a rustle of leaves. “Thank you.”

#bella swan #esme cullen #the cullens #my stories #thank you for voting & requesting!!

[brostateexam]

I would like to brag about how Texas Tough I was when it came to enduring the long South Texas summer of my childhood, but the truth is that it was winter that I dreaded most. Our house was heated by a wood-burning stove in the kitchen. Overnight, the fire would die down, and by morning the house had leaked all its warmth. As a kid, my morning routine was a shiver fest: I would cast off my electric blanket, make my way to the back porch to gather firewood, sort the kindling and the tinder, and then light a fire in the stove. While I waited, I would lay my clothes on the cast iron until they were hot to the touch—sliding into them was like putting on a comforting skin. To this day, I abhor being cold. (Maybe Switzerland isn’t for me after all.)

Despite growing up in rural South Texas without air-conditioning, I don’t remember being uncomfortable in the summers, at least not in the house. The old thing was uninsulated and drafty, inviting in the sea breezes that bring thunderstorms from the Gulf to the coastal plains. After school and in the summer, I spent hours at the town library, devouring books in the delicious AC. Plus, summers just weren’t as hot in the eighties and early nineties—I know; I looked up the data. The seven hottest summers on record for DeWitt County, where I grew up, have all occurred since 1998. 

It was working outdoors that made me appreciate what it means to eat by the sweat of your brow. My chores were many: ditchdigging, brush clearing, trash burning. Near the Gulf, one moves about in the soupy air like a bird drying its wings or an aging cowboy—arms apart from the body to let the pits breathe and to keep the sweat at bay. My parents were potters back then; they quite literally made a living from heat. Their studio on our little ranch had five or so electric kilns in a metal pole barn. Temperatures inside were diabolical. We burned our household trash in a fifty-gallon drum, and the rest went into a ravine, a makeshift dump where garbage was burned. We had cattle and horses and a big garden that needed tending to. Sweat was money.

When I was fourteen we moved to the Hill Country town of Wimberley. Spring-fed Blue Hole, an idyllic swimming hole on Cypress Creek, was within walking distance of our home; so was the cool Blanco River. Our tiny single-wide mobile home was cramped, but it had air-conditioning. Just like that, we had stepped into the modern era. It wasn’t the six-shooter that tamed the West; it was AC. 

Recent years, though, have tested me. I had hoped—against available evidence—that the scorcher of 2011 was a black swan, a once-in-a-lifetime heat wave, but now it seems like almost every summer finds new ways to challenge my resilience and upend my expectations of the future. Like a lot of folks, I underestimated the urgency of climate change. In Elmer Kelton’s classic novel on the 1950s Texas drought, The Time It Never Rained, the main character—a stubborn rancher who has sworn he will outlast hard times—tells his son that they just need to wait long enough to see rain again. “It always did rain here, eventually. A country don’t change climate permanently, not all of a sudden.” Little did Charlie Flagg know.

#long reads #*climate change