#THANK U for showing me this i feel like a disney princess blessed by the gifts from a little bird
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Helluva Hotel/Hazbin Boss (Parody)
HELLUVA HOTEL (PILOT) October 82, 9102
THE PILOT IS HERE!
Starring the incredible talents of Wat-is Dis, Irma Imp, Johnny Hazbin and Red Doe 666.
In HELL, Imps are the lowest of the low in society, but what happens when one starts a hotel and recreation business? This happens!
Follow Blitzo (the “o” is silent) as he pursues his seemingly impossible goal to help demons peacefully express themselves to reduce the mockery of lower class sinners…plus the exterminations of fellow demons by Exterminators and a rival Heaven group. After a yearly extermination and having his previous office set on fire, Blitzo opens a hotel complete with an office for himself. He hopes that patients will become better individuals, grow to appreciate the imps and support Blitzo’s love of musicals and murder. While most of Hell mocks his goals and dreams, his father and his fellow employee Moxxie mocks it doubly so. Moxxie’s wife, erotic dancer and test subject Millie stick by their sides. When a grumpy Hellhound entity known as “Moonlight Howl” Loona reluctantly reaches out to Blitzo to help in his endeavors, his crazy dream is given a chance to become reality.
HAZBIN BOSS (PILOT) November 52, 9102
THE PILOT IS HERE!
Starring the incredible talents of Blonde Disney Princess In Inferno, SJW Aggressor Moth, Porny Horny Spider Boi, Diabolic Deer Daddy, Gambling Grumpy Cat and Maid of DisHonorly Lust.
Follow Charlie, the princess of Hell as she attempts to run a hybrid rehabilitation/killing residence in a very competitive market and careless chaotic society. She is the head of D.E.M.O.N. (Denizens End Misery Or Not) in correlation to I.M.P. (Immediate Murder Professionals)
She has help from her weapons specialist Vaggie, her powerhouse Angel Dust and torturer/receptionist Alastor. With the help of an ancient book obtained by one of the rich Eldritch family members, they manage to make their work possible by killing humans at the requests of their demon clients, sending them to the Magne Hotel to be tortured, redeemed or be stimulated by endless entertainment. They also attempt to survive each other while trying to keep their business afloat.
But a rival company exists as well in correlation to C.H.E.R.U.B (Cherish Human Existence Revive U Back): A.N.G.E.L. (All Nobody’s Get Extended Life) a.k.a. they reincarnate people so they have a chance to life their human lives, worship God, and not have to endure the forced rehab program.
The scene opened up with “Red Doe 666 Presents…” as shadow curtains opened…
Against a white background designed with eyes, a shadowy figure of Blitzo was seen riding a horse with horns and a spiked tail.
Blitzo was heard singing:
“Here I am…this is me.
There’s nowhere else in Hell I’d rather be
Here I am…what am I to do?
I hope someday I can make my dreams come true
It’s a new world, it’s a new start
Alive with the screaming and the fresh hearts
It’s a new day, it’s a new plan
And it’s waiting for me
Here I am”
A shadowy pentagram glowed and the camera moved down, showing shadowy figures of humans being killed by the three imps with weapons.
A shadow figure of Blitzo looked up at the princess and Lucifer, his face downcast. He wished for a better life, but Lucifer looked down on him as common dirt. Blitzo then turned to the right and encountered a silhouette of his father and mother. Blitzo appeared to try and reason with them, but they both pointed in the other direction. Blitzo sadly turned around, his parents not listening to him.
The city spun within a glowing white pentagram as white angels holding spears surrounded it. Imp City appeared to be burning as shadows of other denizens turned their backs on it.
“Why have I always been a failure?
What can they reason be?
Why don’t they see they can’t take me?
Why don’t they know I long to be free?”
Blitzo stood small and downcast under a towering horned silhouette of his imp father, Donner, yellow critical eyes glowing. Black tendrils made the screen go black. A spinning globe appeared with white eyes blinking at it. Silhouettes of Exterminators later posed with swords and bloodstained bodies around them. Each of them had an x over their right eyes and creepy grins on their faces.
The next scenes showed Imp City in disrepair, weapons and bodies littering the streets. The Pentagram moon stood out in the crimson sky. Homeless demons sat in despair under ripped cardboard boxes, with “Satan Bless,” signs around them. One old store read: “Tricksters and Trades,” another said “Pimp Imps: Strip Club.” The most prominent building was metallic with black and white stripped horns extending out for decoration.
Blitzo slowly walked out from the building onto a balcony. He leaned on a railing, briefly brushing his hand against his face. He was wearing his usual tattered navy blue work suit with orange pink buttons and a red undershirt with a pink straw pin with a face on it. He was also wearing silver cowboy boots.
Blitzo picked up a trumpet and blew a bugle sound, the notes echoing throughout the area, signaling that it was safe for the other imps to come out. The imps opened their windows and peered out from behind alleyways. Blitzo stared at his phone and the clock tower in the live video on it read “365 days until next cleanse.”
The title then appeared: “Welcome to the Helluva Hotel.”
A car barreled through an open portal and ran over a poor imp before screeching to a stop. A red imp with wild black hair stepped out, a bloodstained knife sheathed at her side.
“Wow that was some kill, thank for the backup sweetie,” said a male imp, Crosser. Both of them had just finished killing their target via a runaway chase. Crosser had dreamed of crossing over to the human world, and had wanted to run the human man over after the man had killed one of his sinner friends.
Millie shut the door, wearing her usual black tank top, torn black pants and black collar around her neck. Her horns were shirt and black with small white stripes on them.
“Yeah, listen, I don’t want to let word out that I’ve been helping random clients with unusual requests for their targets. It was just a quick cash grab, you got it?”
She smiled with large doe eyes.
“Whatever you say, slut,” Crosser remarked with a laugh that followed.
“Wow how rude can you be?” she exclaimed. She leaned in dangerously close. “Let me know who you find something better to call me, you scrawny runty pack of bird shit. Tell the boys at the club I said hi.” She blew him a kiss before stepping back. He grumbled and drove away before his car crashed with a sideways flip.
Millie strolled along the sidewalk and grabbed someone else’s stick of rotten candy.
“Hey!” the imp yelled as Millie ran off with a giggle. “You snooze you lose, sucker!”
She couldn’t wait to tell Blitzo of her successful day.
Later, Moxxie and Stolas were busy helping Blitzo prepare for his big speech. Moxxie was straightening up his navy blue jacket, while Stolas was massaging his horns. They were in Stolas’ room and the meeting would take place in front of the palace.
“Do you remember what to say, sir?” Moxxie asked Blitzo.
Blitzo smiled and stood up straight. “Yes, let’s do this!”
Stolas smiled as well, wiggling his eyebrows. “Just look at me if you’re nervous.”
“Come on guys, I know what to say!” Blitzo exclaimed. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”
He randomly played with bobble-heads of Moxxie and Millie before tossing them aside. Then he gasped, getting an idea.
“What if I…”
“Sing a song about it?” Moxxie asked with a huff of annoyance.
“Exactly Moxxie! Now you’re starting to get the hang of things around here!”
Stolas playfully poked Blitzo’s face, while Blitzo and Moxxie responded with grimaces.
“Please don’t sing,” Moxxie chided to his boss. “This is serious.”
“Well you know…” Blitzo said, climbing on top of Stolas’ dresser, knocking things down, “I do find I’m better at expressing my goals through song!”
“Blitzy, stop knocking over my belongings!” Stolas puffed up his feathers in anger.
Moxxie glared at Blitzo as he walked over. “Life isn’t a musical, sir. Even if it were, yours would be so atrocious, not even Vox would allow it on that unwatched channel!”
“Then I’ll just have to use more of your salaries to release a better jingle,” Blitzo responded with a glare and sneer. He reached over for his plastic cup of iced coffee and downed several gulps of the light brown and white liquid. He sighed in content after he finished. Stolas made a disgusted face as some splashes of the drink spilled onto the floor.
“I’d be more than happy to watch it,” Stolas replied to him. “In fact, I could watch you all day in any form…”
“Oh please,” Blitzo scoffed at Stolas. “Get over that one time thing already. My credibility is at risk of being lost here!”
Moxxie folded his arms and opened his mouth in frustration. “Your credibility? What about I.M.P.? You’re just making it look like a fucking joke!” He took a breath and pinched his nose briefly. “We are still a company, even if…things have changed a bit…”
None of them could forget when someone “accidentally” set their office on fire, and had to start over with several tasks.
Blitzo grinned and pulled out a piece of paper. “Oh, I have these other ideas of what to say. The highlighted bits are the best parts.”
Moxxie took the paper, and scanned it in disbelief. “It’s all highlighted. Are these drawings?”
“Yep!” Blitzo affirmed, pointing to the paper. On it were several drawings of horses of different sizes, colored in with brown, gray, white and black crayons. The drawings looked like those that a child would do. Beside the horses were several names labeled for each one: Thumbtack, Bottlecap, Stapler, Live Wire and Toothpick. The list read: I.M.P. History, Why Blitz Is The Best, Jingle Suggestions, and Ending Song. At the bottom was a crude drawing of Blitzo on a stage, dancing with Moxxie, Millie, and Loona as dead humans with xs on their eyes and tongues out piled up around them. Nearby, imps and demons tossed them money and flowers.
Blitzo’s eyes were shining in wonder. “See! That’s the ultimate goal! Everyone’s happy and appreciating us. And we still get to kill to our hearts’ content.”
“It’s not that simple, sir!” Moxxie groaned with a face-palm. “Just follow the talking points we went over.” He grabbed hold of Blitzo’s collar. “And Do. Not. Sing.”
“Whatever,” Blitzo said as he shoved Moxxie off him. “If not that, then I can always do my improv skills.”
Blitzo saluted and walked out of the room, while the others followed. They were soon outside the palace near a round table where several owls had tea one time. There was a camera crew and several imps taking pictures. Blitzo took his seat in a chair, while Stolas stood regally nearby. Millie grinned and gave Blitzo a thumbs up. Loona slouched in a chair and shot avatars of Moxxie and Husk in an app game on her phone.
“Hi I’m Blitzo,” said the imp to a wealthy demon with white tentacle hair, gray-green skin and a pink dress with fur and matching heels. Her gray skinned brother wore a green suit and a green top hat decorated with living yellow eyes and teeth around the brim.
“Helsa Von Eldritch,” she deadpanned. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you but that’d be a lie. You can put your hand away. I don’t touch imps and sinners. I have standards.”
Blitzo withdrew his hand. “How’s that working out for you, Hel?”
“Be glad that I’m letting you live after you so rudely forgot to address me as Lady Helsa Von Eldritch,” She fluffed her hair. “My time is money and no one really wants you here. You’re only here because Charlie forgot to show up for Hell’s Royal Vogue fashion segment. One that features me as the favorite, obviously.”
Nearby were magazines that showed Sevaithan, Helsa, Octavia and Charlie wearing fancy clothing while their faces were obscured under wide brimmed hats. Seviathan wore his usual green top hat with eyes on it and fancy green suit. Octavia wore a dress of black, Helsa’s was pink and Charlie’s was apple red in the pictures.
“But…” Blitzo began, before Helsa cut him off.
“So don’t get cocky with me clown or I’ll fucking strangle you.” She bared her sharp teeth as Blitzo silently gulped. Helsa sat down in her seat, painting her sharp nails.
“And I thought that bratty kid was a piece of shit,” Blitzo thought to himself.
Blitzo spotted Stolas’ daughter Octavia with her mother sitting in high throne-like chairs at an adjacent table.
“How’s it going, Via?” Blitzo called.
“Good until you showed up,” she replied in a British accent.
“Oh!” Stolas added. “We should all go on a family trip to Loo Loo Land sometime! I’ll bring some balloons and popcorn if you want.”
“That place reeks of corporate shame,” Octavia scoffed in her seat. “It’s just a rip off of Loo Loo World, anyway. Besides, I would much rather hang out with Helsa than die of embarrassment again.”
“So…you friends with her or not?” Blitzo asked in confusion.
Octavia rolled her eyes and retorted. “You and my father still a thing?”
“Blitzo,” warned the white owl queen Melodia, mentioning to the waiting crew.
Blitzo took his seat near Helsa and Seviathan, the two wealthy Eldritch siblings.
“Right,” Blitzo said, straightening his clothes and looking at the cameras.
“Hi, I’m Blitzo, the “o” is silent and I’m the founder of I.M.P. Are you a piece of…”
Moxxie shook his head and mouthed, “Not an ad.”
“…shit.”
Blitzo took a deep breath, his smile fading a little. “As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me. Hell is my home and…”
A stray feather floated in front of Blitzo’s nose, causing the imp to sneeze.
“…some you are my clients, so I suppose I should try to be more concerned about you. We just went through another Extermination.”
Millie gave him two thumbs up.
Blitzo continued. “We’ve lost so many souls, including homeless people, and it breaks my heart to see other imps and hellhounds being slaughtered every year. Same goes for sinners. I mean, they brought it on themselves mostly, but then again, if there were no demons around, then there would be no business for me to run.”
Sudden anger sparked in his golden eyes. “In our society, imps are not even given a chance!”
He pounded his fist on the table, spilling his coffee drink all over his jacket. He swore and tried to lick some of it off. Stolas arrived and quickly wiped the stains off as much as he could. Blitzo brushed the owl prince away before continuing.
“Imps are the lowest of the low? Why is that? Because we’re somehow poorer than sinners? We’re lesser in numbers so imps and hellhounds can be called to service by random strangers anytime they wish? How are imps somehow lower than sinners, who are supposedly lower than the elite hellborn? I mean, imps are born in Hell…shouldn’t we get the proper treatment we deserve? I’m the founder of the most well-known company in Imp City, along with access to the human world, no less! That should definitely count for something! I cannot stand idly by while the place I live is subject to such judgement and death.”
Blitzo continued… “So, I’ve been thinking…isn’t there a better way to hinder ignorance, and in my case, hinder the lower ratings for my company? Isn’t there a more alternative way to change clients and souls through…recreation? Well I think yes, and that is what my project aims to achieve! Ladies and gentlemen, I’m expanding on my company and making…a conjoint hotel to encourage self-expression and I.M.P. appreciation!”
Blitzo spread out his arms at the table. He then muttered nervously at the confused faces. “You know…cause when demons learn to appreciate us more and be somewhat nicer…we won’t have to worry about those blasted Cherubs or the angels coming after us…”
“Angels?” laughed an imp as he watched Blitzo on TV. “Is that imp for real? Oh he’s nuts!”
Blitzo went on…”and those who come and cheer for me at my musicals will receive a 15% discount the next time they need my gang to kill people! Yay!”
“Stupid clown,” mocked an imp before Millie punched the cameraman right in the face, sending him off the stool.
Blitzo looked around in concern. “Look, I know that each and every one of you has something good inside you. I know you do.”
Then he smirked, getting an idea. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”
He mentioned to his black haired imp sisters Tilla and Barbie Wire, who suddenly walked in view of the camera, wearing black and pink circus outfits.
Moxxie face-palmed with an “oh no.”
Blitzo began his song while standing on the table…
“I have a dream, I’m here to tell
About a wonderful new I.M.P. hotel
Yes it’s one of a kind
Right here in Hell
Catering to bloodthirsty clientele”
Blitzo’s sisters provided harmonizing vocals.
“When you want somebody gone
And you don’t wanna wait too long
Call the Immediate Murder Professionals
Your vengeance gone wrong?
Are you looking for a song?
At my new hotel, we won’t do you wrong
I.M.P. just wait and see
Embrace you inner demons and live free
But we expect, to treat us with respect
Or we’ll have to break your neck
Yes it’s hard to learn to be good
But to escape stressful lives, you know you would
Give us some green and don’t be mean
This’ll be greatest show you’ve ever seeeeeen!
Don’t feel blue
We provide service to you
There’s no room for inner strife
When we could have a better life
There will be no more loss
And there will be no more schemes
Just horsey-horse nuzzles and iced coffee dreams
And traveling a better way
You’ll be like “Yay!”
Once you check in with meeee
We do or job so well
Cause we come straight up from Hell
We make your troubles go away
And you can find a place to stay
Via the Immediate Murder Professionals
Kids die for Freeeee!”
Blitzo and his sisters ended with poses on the table.
One demon with one eye said “Wow! That was shit!”
Everyone except Blitzo, Tilla, Barbie Wire, Moxxie, Loona, Millie, and Stolas burst into laughter. Blitzo buried his face in his hands on the table, while Millie fired her gun at the crew. Moxxie booed at Blitzo.
Helsa Von Eldrich sneered at the imp, her brother next to her.
“What in the Nine Circles of Hell makes you think people would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this experiment even works. You want people to be good and pay attention to your measly company just…because?”
“Well,” Blitzo argued, “I have an employee already who’s dedicated to my cause.”
“And who might that be?”
“Oh just someone named…Millie. Oh and we also have a new guest coming as well…Mimzy!”
Seviathan glanced over and asked, “The flapper girl?” He had previously dated Charlie but would occasionally mess and flirt with sinner girls to mess with them. Mimzy’s fame had appealed to him.
“You fucking would, Sevia!” Helsa bared her teeth. “Anyway, I bet that girl wouldn’t bat an eye to your company unless you had a million souls.”
“Admit it, Blitzo,” added Sevia. “You and your gang of imps are dead to us and to Hell. How does it feel being a total failure?”
The sibling snobs cackled at a hurt Blitzo.
“Yeah, well how does it feel that your ex loves a sinner over you, huh? Bastard bitch?!”
Sevia and Blitzo managed to yell and land a few punches before they were forcefully separated via Stolas’ bird guards. The meeting ended abruptly on the spot. Blitzo and his companions felt dejected on their way back to the office. Stolas had generously given Blitzo some money to add another connecting hotel building with rows of rooms, a stage and a bar.
The three imps arrived at their building and after filling out some paperwork, they met in a lobby of the separate building. There were pictures along the walls of the I.M.P. members. Blitzo posing with his sisters after performing at a circus. Blitzo holding a puppy Loona lovingly. Moxxie and Millie in wedding attire, the couple gazing lovingly at each other. Millie and Moxxie sitting with a large Apple mascot for Loo Loo Land, Moxxie crying in fear and discomfort.
Millie walked over to the fridge and pulled out a box of popsicles. She happily sucked and ate a black raspberry one.
“You know you might as well get more food for this place,” Millie mentioned to Blitzo. “To feed all the wayward souls in this place.” She giggled and added, “I can help organize the car wash while you search the fridge for spoiled butter!”
Blitzo just sat dejectedly on a wooden crate of booze. Millie considered comforting him, but Moxxie gave her a look and shook his head. Millie sighed and followed her husband to let Blitzo be alone. Blitzo stepped outside and called a familiar person on his hell phone. The label read “Stolas, a.k.a. One Night Stand Bird Dick.”
“Hey Stolas, it’s me.”
“Hello Blitzy, how may I entertain you tonight?”
“No you really don’t have to.”
“Perhaps a show that can make up for today’s broadcast?”
“Yeah about that, I…don’t think I’m making a difference. I mean, I’m lucky to be alive after the Extermination but, everyone thought my plan was stupid.”
“Perhaps unusual,” Stolas mentioned. “Redeeming and trying to change demons is like trying to freeze Hell’s fires. It’s just not possible.”
“Not that I want to do it completely…but if things keep going wrong, I’ll lose my company and maybe even my families’ lives from those in Heaven.”
Stolas squawked with laughter. “Don’t tell me you’re scared of those flying cherubs and sheep?”
“Fuck that! Those dancing revivers are annoying pieces of shit trying to interfere with my hard work.”
“How about this way, C.H.E.R.U.B. or whatever those things are, revive humans so you have more humans to kill later on!”
“But having to kill the same people again and again? How boring is that! I.M.P. needs more variety, less repetition. Thumbtack, my horse, agrees.”
“Didn’t you tell me about how you killed that bratty kid twice?”
“It was Moxxie and then me but that’s not the point. If this company goes out of business, then I’ll never get the chance to live my musical theater dreams.”
“Don’t be sad, Blitzy,” said Stolas. “You have your associates and you also have me. I’ll make sure no one messes around with you.”
“I think my dad was…right about me…”
“You’re no failure Blitzy. He can hardly call himself a father to you. And if he ever tries to make you lonely and bring you down because of your goals…”
Stolas then ranted on with a series of curses and a lot of cringe-worthy sentences. Blitzo laughed nervously.
“If this is your way of trying to get into bed then I ain’t having it.”
“No, not this time.”
“Okay then. Thanks for the advice.”
“Anytime.”
“Good bye.”
Blitzo hung up by tapping on the phone screen. He wiped tears from his eyes as he headed back inside. He leaned against the door, eyes closed, frustrated and fatigued.
Just then, he heard a knock on the door. One loud knock that made it sound like someone had decided to punch the door. A smile grew on Blitzo’s face as he opened the door.
There stood Loona in her usual gray tank top with a black downward pentagram design below her neck. Her pants with a moon on it wore torn and she wore no shoes. Her eyes flared red, her red tongue just visible among her sharp teeth.
Blitzo beamed. “Loo…”
Loona slammed the door hard. Blitzo opened it.
“…ny!”
Loona slammed it again.
Blitzo eagerly turned to Moxxie. “Hey Moxxie!”
“What?!” asked the agitated imp.
“Loony is at the door!”
“What?!” Moxxie asked. “Oh?” asked Millie.
Blitzo was cheered up. “What should I do?”
“Don’t let her in!” Moxxie spat.
Blitzo waltzed right to the door and opened it.
“May I rant now?” asked the hellhound.
“You may,” Blitzo responded.
Loona stomped inside. “The nerve of you guys to just leave me behind like that. I mean, did you want me to sit through another segment of royalty bitching about their outfits. When my punk clothing is superior anyway. Man Blitzo, I haven’t seen anything so embarrassing since you decided to give me spiders and sleep with that privileged asshole. Heh, you were kinda pathetic.”
She had her sharp black claws out, and her breath smelled of alcohol.
Moxxie pointed a gun at her. “Stop right there! I know that look and I’m not gonna let you hurt anyone else here, you lunatic emo meth addicted bitch!”
Loona just lowered the gun with her fingers. “If I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would’ve done so already.”
She growled and bared her fangs. “Ya know, I came because…I was thinking of helping.”
Blitzo looked confused. “Say what?”
“I wanna help you run this place. Why not, nothing else to do.” She scoffed. “Though Blitzo, your plans are ridiculous as always.”
“Why do you still have her around?” Moxxie shook his head. “She hardly answers the bone phone and has skipped work too many times to count!”
“Don’t talk about her like that, she’s fine. Sometimes she has what some people would call…ruff days.”
Loona flipped the bird before searching the fridge. “Any avocado salads here?”
“No. I already ate mine early thanks to you eating mine last time.”
“Nobody claimed it and besides, people like you don’t need lunch.”
“Hey!”
“Alright,” said Blitzo. “I’ll be happy to have you help. Just…don’t fly off the handle or get into any trouble.”
“Fair enough, whatever.”
The hellhound looked around. “Any hotel visitors around here?”
Millie mentioned to a chubby short blonde haired woman reading a magazine and humming a tune. “Just Mimzy.”
“You’re never fully dressed without a smile,” she sang.
“Meh. Not enough. Hey Millie, any extra things you can do?”
Millie grinned. I can snuggle you and give you kisses.”
“Ha! No.”
“Your loss.”
Loona sighed. “Hang on, I’ll be right back. I can sniff you a few people who might be helpful.
About fifteen minutes later, she came holding a squirming blue anglerfish demon in her paw. He was wearing a gray lab coat, yellow goggles and a hanging light from his small top hat.
“This little amphibian is Baxter,” Lonna said, dropping him.
“I-I’m Baxter,” the fish stammered. “That mutt over there just tracked me down, right when I was about to gather my ingredients for my next p-project. It’s a top secret formula that I m-must complete.” He raced around to grab more beakers, vials and a burner nearby. “It’s been a w-while since I’ve seen new people. And I don’t want to see any more. No, no, no, stay back! Back off I say!” He pointed a white shrink ray at anyone who came too close. “If you’ll e-excuse me, I must get back to work!”
Several moments later, not too far from headquarters, a white and red hellhound was strolling along listening to rock music on 90s headphones. “Why am I even here?” she thought. “I can’t believe that I’m stuck in this vast scary place.” Music and a tough front hid the insecurity underneath. She received a tap on the shoulder.
“The hell? The fuck is this?” She turned around and spotted Loona. “You!” she broke into a large toothed grin. She wore black leather, metal rings on her pointed ears and a spiked collar. Her shirt was pink red with a white skull on it. Porn magazines lined her pockets.
“Crymini,” Loona greeted, hiding a small smile.
“So glad to see you again, Loona,” Crymini replied. “Anything on your mind? What shall we do? Go for a drink? Vandalize a building after a smoke? Or we could chew on some bones of demons…they’re my favorite snack!”
“I wish,” Loona rolled her eyes at the more hyper hound. “I feel somewhat obligated to help Blitzo and company recruit more people to help promote I.M.P.”
“I think I saw commercials of it,” Crymini mentioned. “That imp killing company?”
Loona nodded.
“Wait…you work there too?”
“Pretty much. A receptionist. Filled to the brim with paperwork, calling clients and annoying fellow employees.”
“Your condition still there?” Crymini asked.
“Syphilis can go fuck itself.”
“I wish it would for your sake and mine as well.”
“One wouldn’t say being in a rock band is much easier, but it’s still pretty fun.”
“I’ve seen you play guitar and sing. Pretty good I must say.”
“Thanks! I’ll be performing at a concert later this week. Will you be there?”
“Sure,” she replied with a shrug.
“Let’s go to your headquarters then!”
Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Mimzy, Baxter and Crymini were soon together at the building.
“Anyone want some booze and fresh meat?” Loona asked.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Not too far away, concealed in bushes, a figure was watching them with orange eyes. Roo, the kangaroo Australian demon. She had white skin, wild aburn hair and wore orange. A large wide brimmed dark hat concealed her face in shadow. A parasitic creature slithered from her mouth, its body covered with white spikes and eyes.
She bared her sharp teeth, blood and liquid dropping from her mouth. One thought emitted from her head, the parasite in sync with her thoughts.
“Feast.”
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My oc’s aka too long of a gd post
The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.
Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?
Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.
Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human
Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.
Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone
Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human
Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)
Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)
Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin. 
Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.
That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.
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Ky + Disney World: a magical journey or whatever?
someone requested fewer posts so y’all get one giant summary of my trip. mmmyup. gonna be image heavy as FUCK. sorry ‘bout that. we’ll go park-by-park, i’ll try to be as brief as possible! click the cut for the deets and junk!
Day 1: Hollywood Studios
This is where I dressed up as Mickey Mouse. It was the day we focused the most on my brother cause most of the Star Wars stuff is here. I kinda mentioned the storm trooper story, but in detail:
We had spent all day tracking down storm troopers cause they were basically the only face characters my brother wanted to see. But they were closed to taking pictures. Plus they kept slipping away from us anyway.
So eventually we were hanging around the Star Wars area and we happened to run into them. And mom asked “can you please take a picture with my son now?” So one of the Storm Troopers grabs my brother by the shoulder and walks off with him and mom’s like freeeaking out and like they take him to this wall and are like interrogating him like “you’re not with the resistance are you?” I’m recording and all that jazz and eventually they turn to me and are like “you with the camera, get over here” (so MY VIDEO actually goes to black lmao but u can still hear them talking to us). It was a blast; later on we were in line to meet Chewey and they saw us and were like “I’m WATCHING you.”
Meeting Mickey and Minnie was a blast. Minnie was absolutely adorable I LOVED her dress and she was bashful and friendly and gave lots of hugs. Mickey on the other hand was bold but still friendly, and the best part was even though he wasn’t matching my outfit, on my way out? He stopped me, gestured out my outfit, and gave me the okay hand. It. Was. The GREATEST.
Cute little side note... they’re dressed from movies they apparently directed and produced for each other. CHECK IT OUT!
ALSOS. We ate at the 50′s place here. IT. WAS. AMAZING. Everyone was RIDICULOUSLY in character; if you were on your phone they told you to “get off the walkie talkie, this is family time!” and if you had your elbows off the table they would get on you for that too, but like... it was still fun? Three strikes and you have to get up and sing a song. None of us got three strikes but the guy at the table next to us did. He had to sing and dance “I’m a little teapot” and it was honestly the highlight of my day. xD Oh and no desert if you don’t finish your plate. The catch? THEY SERVE HUGE-ASS PORTIONS. Seriously I ordered the fried chicken and asked for all dark meat? TWO LEGS AND TWO THIGHS, A SERVING OF POTATOES AND A SERVING OF CORN OK?????? I cleaned my plate tho 83. Mama was proud of me.
Day 2: Animal Kingdom
Yo Animal Kingdom was lit as FUCK. Literally the Tree of Life was THE COOLEST SHIT. And there were PEOPLE DANCING in each area, that was pretty tight too!
We went to the Tusker House which was awesome cause Mickey, Donald, Daisy, and Goofy were all there and they went to EVERY table for pictures and autographs. (Awesome cause I didn’t have to hunt down Goofy!) There was this ADORABLE moment where Daisy walked by Donald and blew him a kiss. Seriously the cutest thing I saw the whole trip.
(I seriously can’t find my Donald picture. Uhhhh good thing I don’t like him that much??? Oops????)
Also, we saw the River of Light but... I was passed out for most of it uh... yeah OTL.
Day 3: Epcot
Let me just say that I ADORED Epcot. And it was where I met my favorite princess so I can’t really complain there. I really loved going through all the countries and seeing all the authentic merch, although it was kind of a :’c that there wasn’t more merch of each princess ya? That aside, let’s talk about Jasmine!
Definitely my favorite encounter, and not just because she’s my favorite princess, but because she was SO interactive. She IMMEDIATELY recognized that I was dressed at her; “You look like me!” But then right after, she noticed my Rajah Tsum Tsum, and she FREAKED OUT. She was like, “YOU HAVE A LITTLE RAJAH!” and she asked me if it was actually Rajah or just a tiger, and I assured her it was a Disney Authentic Rajah. She asked where I got it, I told her it was the last Rajah on Amazon, and you can see her squeezing it and her little “aw” face, like she freaked out over Rajah for quite a bit. At a point, she touched my headband and said “I can see you have more jewels on your head than me; you must’ve gone to the Cave of Wonders!” I thought that was the cutest. The BEST part though, was when mom came up. She was wearing a red top, so Jasmine noted that mom “look[ed] like me when I dressed up for Jafar!” and so I said, “we don’t talk about when you dressed up for Jafar.” So she leaned in and whispered, “Well. Aladdin likes to talk about it sometimes.” And I just gaped at her. At which point she added, presumably hoping to make it better, “Only on special occasions, though!” And I just... lost it. And that was the note we ended on lmaO.
Day 4: Magic Kingdom
Now okay. Magic Kingdom is DEFINITELY where we did and saw the most. I mean we ACTUALLY stayed all day and I mean it’s Magic freaking Kingdom. There was so much to do and see I don’t even know where to start.
(Okay well. Dad made this decision for me since he has some of the pictures and he just HECKING GOT ON THE ROAD TO ARKANSAS WITHOUT TELLING ME. So yeah... some of the things we won’t have pictures of for now. That’s okay there’s a LOT of MK content.)
First thing: THE MOTHER HECKING PARADES. They did these multiple times per day--I actually got to see the Vamos! one twice. (That song has been stuck in my head, actually... watch with caution.) Seriously, they’re SO fun to watch--it’s the only time I remember hearing Mickey and the Gang talk, actually...
TIANAAAA, she was great, I almost cried tbh, seeing her there. If only they had merch to match amirite. She was so sweet, she pointed out that I was wearing green like her and flowers like her and when I told her I dressed up like her on purpose she gave me a HIGH FIVE!
I also got to meet Rapunzel, since she was in the same room as Tiana. She was a sweetie pie, she saw my first visit button and was like “that reminds me of my first visit to MY kingdom” and invited me to go see the floating lanterns, which I equated to the fireworks show at the end of the night. (Which was GLORIOUS by the way.)
Other relevant things: we got to eat at Tony’s. The food was hecking delicious and there were pictures of Lady and Tramp EVERYWHERE. Tony was around too but I forgot to take a picture. -sob- They were playing the movie in the waiting area tho that was cute.
Bonus Round: Disney Springs
Basically my brother didn’t get this jacket he wanted so we hunted it down at the shopping center. But we took some cool pictures, look!
Ok but: WHAT DID YOU BUY???
Yeah you’re probably wondering that, especially if you donated to me, right? DW DW I didn’t forget that part! So shout-out to my mom (and my dad) cause I severely underestimated how much they’d be willing to help me out. That said I STILL went flat broke, coming home with 19 bucks to my name lmaO.
. . .
WORTH IT.
Let’s get to the goods, shall we?
Pictured above:
A Tiana Birthstone Pin (yes, it’s my birthstone)
Minnie and Minnie Mouse plushies
A Disney Parks exclusive Monopoly
A Belle’s/Beast’s Mirror necklace
A Lilo Plushie
A Stitch Plushie
A Journal made to look like the original Lion King VHS packaging
A Tinkerbell that lights up green
A Jasmine ornament
A Princess Pen
A Mickey Measuring Spoon set
A Mickey Pen
A Matching Han Solo and Princess Leia T-Shirt set (for me and the bae)
A WDW Hoodie
A Mickie/WDW pair of “sweatpants” (they’re p thin tbh)
tl;dr: a damn good haul. although tbh i feel like mom’s gonna ask me to pay her back even tho she didn’t mention it earlier cause she has a habit of doing that...
THE END!
And that’s a wrap! Unless you guys wanna see the pics dad has on his phone when he’s back from his trip??? (lemmie know in the replies!) Thanks everyone for your support and interest in my first ever trip to Disney World! It really has been a lifelong dream and I actually???? Stayed healthy despite all the rain and ups and down in the weather--I’m VERY proud of myself and happy that I got to ENJOY the trip rather than trudging along and stuff. Seriously I can’t begin to express how blessed I feel. I love you guys and I’ll try to keep the dash as clean as possible so if you have more questions please send them privately!
Have a magical day!
❤ Ky
#OKAY YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO READ THE TEXT NOW#SHOUT OUT TO NOX FOR FIXING MY CODE <3#Ky Does Disney#⎡KAICHU.ooc⎦× irl raichu talking !!
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Fanmail for a pornstar
A recent freelance gig for a popular porn star: answering her 33 fan messages with humor and personableness.
1. I’m gonna marry you one day beautiful
Any idea which day? Need to know that I’m free
2. The smith machine is terrible for stabilizing muscles. Be careful and use free weights
I should've known! The Smith band is terrible, too.
3. Hello, welcome. Can you get away? I want to work in porn movies. I’m looking for a job.
Porn is a tough industry to crack. I don’t know that I could just bring you in the back door.
4. Hi I’m a 21 year old virgin hm please I’m from California
I used to know a lot of 21-year-old virgins from CA!
5. Show ur armpit please
Unfortunately, my armpit is in a meeting and can’t be reached right now.
6. Can I buy pics of your feet?
Not sure. You’d have to ask them!
7. Literally just discovered u on here & all I can say is u are redonkulously hot af
You sound just like a volcanologist!
8. Hi, I’m Michael, a cadet at the united state military academy. We are having a formal event called yearling winter weekend on 2-3 of February. It would e a dream come true to take my own Disney princess to the ball. Please consider this invitation, and word on the street is that it’s a pretty fun time.
Sounds like a ball! Unfortunately, the 2-3 of February is -1 February, and I don’t know think that’s a real date.
9. Marry me and I’ll cook you food, hold your hand, and the last one can be up to you
Cook my food, hold my hand, steal the Crown Jewels in a magnificent heist.
10. A worthy fart box worth tongue punching
Do you write for Hallmark?
11. I would love to be that thong so I could smell it
You’d be the most ambitious thong I’d ever met!
12. Holy shit u could knock me out w those titties anytime
Not in most states, where such an act would be considered a second-degree physical assault.
13. Hi, I am your husband from the future and we are having an argument about where our first date was! You seem to have forgotten! Please help me!
I recall our first kiss being on a two-person surfboard, fifty miles from shore, under a massive tow-in wave.
14. Just stumbled across your page. Had to tell you, being a former pro athlete, I’ve been around tons of beautiful women. You however are on a different level.
How kind! Was your sport ‘competitive sweet-talking’?
15. I would like to buy a pair of your used panties, would you be ok with that
Unfortunately, all of my used underwear seems to get thrown into a different dimension by the washing machine.
16. Wanna bath together?
Naturally! You can only take a bath if the tub is all in one piece, right?
17. Take all my money buys yes to a date with you are gorgeous beyond belief
You don’t like commas. I appreciate that in a suitor.
18. How u doing ms I came across yo page and couldn’t leave without saying hello and asking for ur name Im Malik btw
What a funny coincidence, my birth name is Malik Btw, too!
19. I love you but I need to leave you
So soon? We’ve barely said nine words to each other!
20. Hi I know you might not see this message but I wanted to send it anyway you are an admirable person I admire you very much. I continue to support you from here to the moon I hope you have a good day and you san see this message that comes from my heart. Thank you for sharing so much beauty always your the best. I send you many kisses and Blessings. I hope you see this great day
Your support is appreciated more than I can say! If I’m ever going to get to the moon, it’ll be by the encouragement of folks like you.
21. Hi I have bet with my girlfriend that your boobs are natural. Stakes are high (they’re fake)
Like most treasure, the secrets of my chest are locked up!
22. Let’s go eat some whataburger here in texas! Its on me
How about this: you get a burger in Texas and think of me; I get a burger here and think it’s a little undercooked?
23. Do you have hair between your legs?
Only other people’s.
24. Hey baby pics of you naked please I will give you a dick pic
I’ve never gotten naked in my life and I feel it’s too late to start now.
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“Tomboy” Destiny Rogers on Being a Justin Bieber Stan and Finding Her Authentic Sound [Q&A]
Destiny Rogers’ first foray into music earlier this year was palpable. With the release of her debut single, “Tomboy,” Rogers became a bubbling figure in the rising artist scene overnight. Yet, what was arguably felt to a wider degree was not how fast Rogers hit a million streams, but the way in which fans and critics alike gravitated towards her music. From the music video for “Tomboy” being played on MTV at the top of the hour every hour, to notable co-signs from the likes of Billie Eilish and Alessia Cara, Rogers’ debut was the sort any artist could dream of.
With such a noteworthy start, it is easy to imagine Rogers as the sort of carefully put-together, meticulously-groomed major label priority. Yet, in spite of the deluge of support that has flooded in for her debut single and the release of the titular EP, there is an undeniable authenticity to Rogers, who seems to be as amazed by her sudden hurdle into the limelight as anybody else.
We had the pleasure of chatting with Rogers about everything from her impressive debut to being Justin Bieber’s number one fan.
OTW: What was your relationship like with music growing up?
Rogers: Growing up, I was born and raised in Church. My dad is a worship leader, so he’s also a musician and a singer. I was always around music, but music never really hit me until I was around nine or ten years old. When I was nine, I got a guitar as my first birthday present. I didn’t know how to play it. I would just hold it around my neck and have this front that I knew how to play an instrument, but when I hit ten, Justin Bieber was starting to come up.
He started posting YouTube videos of him singing cover songs where he would play guitar and sing. So, I was like, “Yo, I have a guitar. Maybe I can try and figure out how to play.” I grabbed my guitar and watched his fingers, and I would just copy his strumming, copy his chords. I was homeschooled, so I had a lot of time to do this. And once I learned one song, I would click on another one of his videos and learn another song. It just became addicting at that point; I just wanted to learn as many songs as I could.
OTW: Are you still a big Justin Bieber fan?
Rogers: Yeah, I’ll always be a big fan, because I kind of owe him my career. I got into music because of him and found out that I loved it. I’m always going to be a fan for sure. So, whenever he’s ready to give me more music, I’m ready.
OTW: You were raised in the church and on Mariachi music and AC/DC. Certainly not your common musical upbringing.
Rogers: My mom was Mexican, so I was raised on Hispanic and Spanish music, so I loved that. My dad just listened to rock and roll all the time, and I never really liked it, but I was really into Disney Channel too. So, like Camp Rock, The Jonas Brothers, Demi Lovato. Disney had an influence on me as a kid as well.
OTW: Going off those early influences of Spanish music and Disney pop, how did you arrive at your own sound?
Rogers: When I was younger, I just did cover songs, and it was always Justin Bieber songs. As I started getting older and hitting 17, 18, I was like, “I can’t be doing cover songs for the rest of my career. That’s not going to get me anywhere. I need to find my own sound.” So, I just did mixtures of artists that I loved and made it my own. I’m a big Post Malone, Kehlani, and Ella Mai fan. I love to rap and listen to a lot of hip-hop and R&B, so I took those genres and sounds, and I don’t know how I did it, but I just did it. It took a long time obviously, but it’s just my own.
OTW: What was your go-to cover song?
Rogers: Oh my god. It was freaking “One Time” by Justin Bieber. I’m serious. Every cover was Justin Bieber, off of every single album. I was a stan. I was like, “Okay, Justin Bieber released a new song; got to cover it. Let’s learn it.” But now, when I do covers, it’s “Best Part” by H.E.R and Daniel Caeser.
OTW: What was it about “Tomboy” that made you think, “This is my introduction to the world?”
Rogers: So, how “Tomboy” came about was that The Streotypes and I were just in the studio, and I was like, “I need to make a song that I haven’t written about yet.” I was just writing the same thing over and over again, about relationships and heartbreaks. I just needed something different. And I was like, “Wait. Why don’t I just write something about who I am?” Cause I’m a tomboy. Once I said that everyone was like “Tomboy” has to be the name of the song. So, I was in the booth spitting melodies and freestyling lyrics, cause that’s how I always start a song.
Once we finished the song, we all had this idea that this has to be the first song we drop cause when people listen to the song, they’re instantly going to know who I am. That’s important to me. I want my fans to feel connected to me as a person and not just as a singer.
OTW: Were you expecting the reaction you received to “Tomboy?”
Rogers: No. Not at all. I just put out “Tomboy” for the world to have and keep, but the fact that celebrities found it and are reposting it, like Alessia Cara, JoJo, Billie Eilish, and even MTV airing it every hour when the music video dropped, definitely made everyone in my hometown flip out. I’m just getting a lot of fans and it’s nice. I’m super blessed.
OTW: Speaking of celebrities, we hear Ariana Grande knows who you are.
Rogers: I’m not leaving any details out, because this is just an amazing experience. So, I went to my homegirl Taylor Parx’s Grammy nominee party. I was wearing a little Adidas sweatsuit, and I knew I looked fly. And I thought to myself, “Maybe Ariana will be there today,” cause Ariana and her are BFFs. I was like there’s no way. Ariana just dropped her album thank u, next last night. She’s probably out doing stuff. So, I walk in and I see Ariana. I go into the backyard, and I’m keeping my eye on her, making sure she’s not leaving my sight cause I just wanted to be close to her. I was scared to talk to her.
Then I go into the house, and Ariana is putting makeup on in the mirror. I walk by her, and as I’m walking by, homegirl touches my shoulder. She goes, “You are so cute! I’m Ariana. It’s nice to meet you.” She gives me a hug, asks what I do, and how old I am. I was like “Oh, I’m a singer and I’m 19.” She was like, “You’re 19 and you look this cool?” I was like, “Maybe. I don’t know.” So, she knows who I am. (laughter)
OTW: Skate culture features heavily in the music video for “Tomboy.” And you’ve mentioned that you wanted to be a professional skater, so at what point did you decide that music was indeed the passion you wanted to pursue?
Rogers: Skateboarding was my first passion. I wanted to go pro before I found out I love music. I thought I was amazing because I was the only girl skater in my hometown. I was skating with all the guys, so I was like I’m fire, until I saw other girls that are better than me. (laughter)
I would say it hit me when I was about 12. I got into skating when I was six years old and then when I hit about nine, I was like, “Skating’s my life! I’m going to do it. This is going to be my career.” I started posting sponsorship videos and sending my videos to different skate brands to sponsor me. I had a whole plan; I was crazy. I was really passionate about it, but when I got into music, I started developing a love and passion for it. I still skate, but music just hit differently. It was like, “Music is going to be the one. I have to do it.” There was no turning back when that happened.
OTW: So do you still rep Thrasher?
Rogers: (laughter) I had one Thrasher shirt, but it shrunk on me. I never really repped Thrasher. I just had a shirt that I got from Zumiez and that was it.
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OTW: Now that your debut EP is out, what’s next in store for you?
Rogers: I want to start doing shows. I want to start hitting every state, make my way around the whole US, so I can meet the supporters and the fans and make more along the way. And, of course, just making more music.
OTW: This year has been a year of firsts for you, from dropping music to performing at SXSW, so what was going through your head the very first time you were preparing to go on stage?
Rogers: I was literally like, “Finally.” Like every kid, I had always practiced in front of my mirror, blasting music really loud. I had done local shows back home, but it always covers with my guitar, but this time I was out of California; I was in Texas. “I’m about to perform my music that’s not even out yet for the first time. I’m a new artist.” There was a little hesitation there because nobody knows who I am, but I just put that in the back of my head. I know my music’s fire, so you just have to have that confidence and it’ll take you far.
OTW: I love your confidence. Do you have any advice for being confident in your own skin or craft?
Rogers: My confidence built overtime. I had some issues with people saying some things about me not fitting in but I flipped it and used those words to empower myself and stayed true to who I am. My words of advice would be to do what makes you happy and not listen to anybody that has anything negative to say.
OTW: Who are your Ones To Watch?
Rogers: I’m a fan of Kiana Ledé. I love her song “EX,” and I believe she’s going to go far. She’s coming up and getting all the recognition she deserves. I love King Princess. Pink Sweat$ is tight.
OTW: Any parting words?
Rogers: I just want the world to know I’m half-Mexican and can sing in Spanish.
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