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homeofthelonelywriter · 2 months

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Drawn to you | Pt. 1

(A/N) My first Alastor fanfiction. Let me know if you want another part!

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: fluff, talk about death, mentions of Alastors human life activities (iykyk)

Synopsis: Alastor had never felt the need for friends, or something even deeper. But now that you're here...what is that feeling in his chest?

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby as Charlie was going through a new trust exercise. Angel had tuned out a long time ago and Husk didn’t even come out from behind his bar. The only ones actively listening were Vaggie, Nifty, and Sir Pentious. Alastor, similarly to Angel was physically there but not paying any attention.

Instead, his mind was focused on his radio broadcast comeback. What would he talk about? Who’s screams would he share with the other sinners?

A timid knock brought him back to there and then, as his eyes met Charlie’s. Hers were bright and sparkling, anticipation clear.

“A new guest, a new guest, a new guest.”

The words left her in a sing-song manner as she started to skip towards the front door. But Alastor held out his cane to stop the princess.

“Please, don’t let this interrupt this very important exercise. I will gladly see to whoever is at the door. As is my job, of course.”

His signature smile widened, almost in a desperate way. Anything to get out of this group therapy.

“Ah, of course, Alastor. Thank you.”

With that, Charlie turned back towards the rest of the group and continued to talk, but not without glancing back a few times, to watch what was going on.

As soon as the princess agreed to let Alastor handle the newcomer, he used his shadows to teleport himself over to the door, before energetically swinging it open. His mouth opened to speak his practiced welcome, but no words came out.

His eyes landed on you and he felt his mouth dry up. You were…cute.

“H-Hi. I hope I’m not bothering anyone, I…I heard about the hotel and w-wanted to ask if I-I could help?”

The demon in front of you kept staring without uttering a single word and you started to grow worried. Maybe you shouldn’t have come. Maybe they didn’t need any more people working here. Maybe they didn’t even want anyone else working here. Maybe this is all just a huge front for something really sinister. Maybe…

Alastor blinked, once, twice, three times before something pulled him out of his stupor. His eyes snapped to the top of your head, where your long ears had started to twitch while you were overthinking.

“Ahm…”

Alastor started but was quickly cut off when Charlie appeared beside him.

“Hi! We’d love your help! Come in, come in!”

The princess quickly grabbed your hands and pulled you inside, leaving the stunned overlord at the door. You smiled at her energetic display, but couldn’t help but glance back at the sinner, dressed in red, still standing at the door. By now he was slowly closing it before he turned to look at you.

Being caught staring, you quickly averted your gaze and instead focused on what the demon beside you was saying. She introduced you to the others, before she whisked you away, to show you around. Alastor was left in the lobby, mulling over what had just happened.

“Looks like someone left you speechless, huh Smiles?”

It was almost terrifying how quickly Alastor whipped around to glare at the spider demon.

“Would you like to repeat that, Angel?”

Loud static filled the lobby and Angel shrunk in on himself, muttering a quick apology before running to his room. Alastor sighed and fixed his bowtie, asking himself what had gotten him so worked up. His mind only answered with a single image. You, at the door, looking at him, hope in your eyes.

With a quiet growl, Alastor teleported himself to his radio tower. At least there he would be able to find some peace. Or so he thought. He had barely sat down when he heard a familiar voice outside the door.

“And this is Alastor’s radio tower. Do you see this light? When this is on, he’s in the middle of a broadcast and you really shouldn’t disturb him. Just in general, if he’s in here, only disturb him if really necessary. Honestly, I think that’s something that applies to him in general.”

The last sentence had Alastor up on his feet and in front of the door in a split second. He swung it open, his signature grin wide.

“Ah, the newbie.”

He grinned down at you, his grin faltering slightly as he watched you shrink away. Still, he carried on.

“Would you like a tour of my studio? It’s small, but it is mighty.”

Had Alastor spared Charlie a look, he would’ve noticed how her eyes lit up and she started nodding.

“I think that would be wonderful!”

Charlie gently shoved you towards the door.

“I have to get back to the others. Would you finish the tour after the…tour? Just show her to her room, that’s all that’s left.”

Alastor nodded, before placing his hand on the small of your back and gently ushering you inside.

“Of course, consider it done.”

Charlie thanked him, before hurrying back to the lobby.

Once Charlie was gone, Alastor closed the door and turned to look at you. He was about to say something, but the moment he noticed the amazement in your eyes, he lost the words he was about to speak. Instead, he let you look around, walk up to his console, and trail your fingers over the buttons and levers.

This was his holy space. Somewhere where not even the princess of Hell was allowed to enter. But you being here? That just felt right. He continued to watch you, and for the first time in his life, both on Earth and here, he felt something like…love.

“Do you like it?”

His voice was soft, the static almost completely gone. You turned to look at him and after a moment of hesitation, you nodded.

“When I was alive, I used to work in a radio station. I wasn’t a host, but I wrote scripts and corresponded with listeners. I loved it.”

Alastor’s smile turned genuine as he slowly walked toward you.

“May I ask where you worked? In which city?”

You chuckled and turned back to the controls.

“New Orleans.”

Alastor halted in his movements, staring at you with wide eyes.

“A-And when did you die?”

His hands were shaking. What if…?

“Not too long ago. I think one, maybe two years ago.”

Your response caused him to release a breath of relief. If you had died closer to his lifetime, there would’ve been a good chance you knew of his doings and for some reason…he didn’t want you to know. Didn’t want you to fear him, to think of him with disgust in your heart.”

“Well, it seems we’re connected in some ways. I too worked in a radio station in New Orleans! However, I did pass quite some time before you have.”

You look at him, a soft smile on your face.

“That’s too bad. I would love to have met you on Earth.”

He grinned and stepped closer to you.

“Well, you’ve met me now.”

With practiced grace, he reached for your hand and brought it to his lips, ghosting a kiss onto your knuckles. You could feel your cheeks heat up at the gesture and quickly tried to change the topic.

“So you still have a radio broadcast down here?”

Alastor chuckled at your reaction before straightening to his full height again.

“I sure do. Although I did have to take a break. I’m currently working on my comeback if you’d like to help me.”

You nodded, excited at the prospect of working in radio again.

The two of you sat down together and started working, not noticing how late it was getting. By the time either of you realized what time it was, it was well past midnight and both your bellies were grumbling with hunger.

“My oh my, we truly got a lot done. How about some well-deserved dinner, my dear?”

You nodded and accepted Alastor’s hand, and before you knew it, you were standing in a different room. Half of it looked like a standard hotel room with a couch and table, but the other half looked like a forest. A forest you knew all too well.

“Couturie Forest.”

Alastor chuckled beside you.

“You are right. That forest was one of my favorite places when I was alive. I couldn’t resist the urge to bring it here as well.”

You smile at him.

“It’s beautiful.”

With a genuine grin on his face, Alastor offered you his hand, before leading you to the small dinner table that stood inside the forest. He pulled out your chair, before pushing it back in.

“What are you in the mood for, cher?”

You thought for a while before you named one of your favorite dishes. And with a snap of his fingers, it stood in front of you. Your eyes went wide as the smell invaded your nose.

“How…?”

“Well, let’s just say this is a part of my powers?”

You chuckled, before taking a bite, and an almost pornographic moan left your lips.

“Alastor, this is so good!”

His grin widened as he sat down opposite from you, also taking a bite.

The two of you made small talk while you ate, mostly talking about New Orleans and what had changed since Alastor had died. Even after both of you were done with the food, you continued to talk until you could no longer keep the yawns at bay.

Alastor chuckled and snapped, and the dirty dishes disappeared.

“Let’s get you to bed, shall we?”

He gently helped you to your feet and with his hand on your lower back, he led you out of his room and across the hall, where an empty room waited for a guest.

“There you go, cher. This is your room, to do with as you please.”

He opened the door and gently ushered you inside.

“But for now, you should go to sleep.”

Once again, he captured your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, before looking up at you.

“Good night, dear.”

You smile at him sleepily.

“Good night, Alastor.”

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 11 days

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Charlie: "You know what your traumatic backstory calls for?"

Vaggie: "Hugs?"

Charlie: "THERAPY!"

Vaggie: "Charlie, I don't need-"

Charlie: "Oh YOU don't need therapy? Really? Really."

Vaggie: "..... I'm perfectly functional. Also, it's my trauma."

Charlie: "And is this OUR loving relationship?"

Vaggie: "Of course it-"

Charlie: "The one I'm planning on spending the rest of my life in? Trauma included?"

Vaggie: "I- if, if you want to-?"

Charlie: "Just like how YOU'VE spent three years helping ME with the whole 'wow my family fell apart soooo fast let me cope by latching onto the dream of my disappeared mom while pretending it's totally fine I somehow feel even MORE distant from my dad who lives only a ten minute walk across town' thing? Making 'help charlie!' into your whole Reason for Being?!"

Vaggie: "Hold on, I wasn't in the best headspace when that slipped out-"

Charlie: "OBJECTION! Clear admission of truth!"

Vaggie: "-fuck."

Charlie: "And did you let me be there for you then, when your head was in a bad place? Or did you pull a 'I want to be alone' card?"

Vaggie: "I just needed- I didn't want to say anything else stupid."

Charlie: "Oh so you didn't wanna be dramatic about it, huh?"

Vaggie: "Yes- NO!"

Charlie: "Like how I can be dramatic?"

Vaggie: "It's not the same-"

Charlie: "Do YOU like being there for ME when I'M in a really bad no good and sad headspace?"

Vaggie: "You know I do."

Charlie: "Even when I go sit in a corner my own because I still can't believe there's someone in my life who'll want to come looking for me- who I don't need to apologize for being sad or 'dramatic' around- and who says she's HAPPY to be worrying about me?"

Vaggie: "Sweetie I am happy to worry about you."

Charlie: "Ah-HA! But I don't get to do that for you! YOU want me to be sad around YOU-"

Charlie: "Wait that sounds weird, uhh- oh whatever-"

Charlie: "Point is, I don't get to see YOU being sad around ME! And no, anger don't count! You like being grumpy! Grumpy is active! It feels productive and that's why you hate feeling SAD!"

Vaggie: "You just said you hide it from me too. Even after three years of being together."

Charlie: "Oh no really? Does that bother you???"

Vaggie: "It worries me!"

Charlie: "Okay then!!! EXACTLY! We both need therapy."

Vaggie: "...."

Vaggie: "That's fair."

Charlie: (preening) "Thank you."

Vaggie: “How the fuck did you not win that case up in Heaven.”

Charlie: "Angels are jerks and their minds are hard to change. Not my angel though. Mine is great~"

Vaggie: "Hold that thought until after I've asked this one question, sweetie."

Charlie: "Ask away!"

Vaggie: "How do we do therapy."

Charlie: "....."

Charlie: "H-"

Vaggie: "Without using Husk and alcohol. We are not paying him enough to deal with my angelic shit."

Charlie: "We could give him a raise- how much do you think-?"

Vaggie: "Not even if we gave him the hotel, babe."

Charlie: "Oh."

Vaggie: "So. What does sober therapy look like?"

Charlie: "Hmm....."

Charlie: "......."

Charlie: "Next question."

Vaggie: "Do you wanna just start off with a hug."

Charlie: "I want to pat myself on the back for having such a smart, supportive girlfriend- but you'll have do to it for me instead. While we hug."

-phone call time-

Carmilla: "You have five seconds before I hang up. Talk.

Charlie: "Carmilla, hi!!! It's about Vaggie-"

Carmilla: "No."

Charlie: "Oh ok! I just thought-"

Carmilla: "No."

Charlie: "-you seemed to really care about her, and maybe see a bit of yourself in her, maaaaybe you'd have some tips on-"

Carmilla: "No. Take her to Rosie's. Go with her and STAY with her."

Charlie: "Rosie- OF COURSE Rosie's! Right! I will!!"

Carmilla: "Don't take it personally when she tries to escape."

Charlie: "When she whats?

Carmilla: "The brooding silently in a chair and refusing to talk will also pass. Give her space. But don't leave her."

Charlie: "No no I won't, but why would she try esc-"

Charlie: "Oh Vaggie! No, I'm just on the phone with Carmilla-"

Vaggie: "WHAT."

Charlie: "-we're talking therapy ideas for you! And-"

Vaggie: (muffled swearing)

Charlie: "-she says Rosie's might be a good idea! You know, like how Alastor took there so I could talk everything out with someone finally, well I guess and also to get a cannibal army, but Rosie helping me with the you issue by laying my heart bare to her was the main good thing from all that, so-"

Charlie: "-VAGGIE GET BACK HERE!"

Carmilla: "Condolences on her having wings again. Good luck"

Carmilla: (hangs up to the sound of frantic flapping and yelling)

Zestial: "...."

Zestial: "...toss'ed to the very wolves... truly, that was wretched of thee."

Carmilla: "I owe them nothing."

Zestial: "And what of thyself?"

Carmilla: "Why, were my disinterested actions of a moment ago not self-serving enough for you?"

Zestial: "Thou art denying much in thine distance from her."

Carmilla: "I already have two daughters-"

Zestial: "As thou sayst."

Carmilla: "You are not my therapist, Zestial."

Zestial: "Nay- would that thou should'st yet find one, old friend."

Carmilla: "Be quiet."

Zestial: "Shan't~"

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thedeerman · 2 months

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RadioApple Fic:

Do You Want To Know?

Hey all, this is the first chapter of my little slow burn radioapple fic. Please let me know what you think, I don’t write much!!

Ch1: A New Idea

It’s been three weeks since the attempted extermination. Three weeks since Lucifer just barely saved the life of his daughter in a fight that nearly killed everyone she cared about. Three weeks since he helped to build the new hotel and moved into his very own suite. It’s been both terrible and beautiful for Lucifer. He had hardly spoken to another soul for years and now was thrown into daily gatherings with sinners he didn’t know. Some of which he certainly didn’t care to know. But those gatherings also included his daughter. His wonderful, smart, passionate, forgiving daughter. I don’t deserve her, Lucifer thinks constantly. He spent years neglecting their relationship, burying himself in his own sorrow, and yet Charlie welcomed him in without a second thought. Without even asking for an explanation or apology for his years of absence. He’s not sure where she got such a big heart, but he’s beyond grateful that she has it. And as an attempt to show her just how dedicated he is to helping her see out her dream, he’s been showing up for every morning meeting. Every ‘family’ dinner. Every chore list, cooking schedule, errands run, nearly anything that could be signed up for, he does. Lucifer didn’t mind chores much. Cooking was fun and he could be experimental (in a way that didn’t include human remains, much to the other residents’ delight). Doing dishes or laundry was something as monotonous and calming as making ducks and other little trinkets. And on the days when he really just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, he simply used his magic to help him get it done quickly. No matter how emotionally taxing, how time consuming, or how frustrating the task was, Lucifer was ready and willing to do anything he could to help his daughter succeed.

It’s because of this that Lucifer ends up on the attendance list for all of Charlie’s ’family’ activities for the hotel. It doesn’t seem too bad at first, but as the activities get to be a little more personal, Lucifer ends up regretting how agreeable he was to his daughter’s every request. A bit too late to be kicking myself for that now... Lucifer thinks as he sits in yet another hotel ‘family’ meeting. The ‘family’ being Charlie of course, her girlfriend Vaggie, the spider demon/porn star Angel, the grumpy bartender Husk, the scary little maid (the one that killed Adam, no less) Niffty, Angel’s one eyed bomb loving friend Cherri, now Lucifer, and... Ugh. This guy, the fallen angel thinks, as the final ‘family’ member graces them with his presence by appearing from the shadows. Alastor... What a pain in the ass. Lucifer doesn't actually have much reason to hate the demon aside from his frustrating theatrics and his need to always be the one Charlie pays the most attention to. Whatever game you’re playing, I’ve got my eye on you, he’s always thinking.

“Alrighty everyone!” His daughter’s voice catches Lucifer’s attention. “Now that we’re all here, I’d like to announce that we will be trying a new activity!” There are a series of groans from the group. None from Alastor, of course. But his creepy, always there smile seems strained, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Charlie continued. “So! You all know how we’ve been trying out some new ideas as test runs for new residents,” she starts. Yes, and it’s been excruciating. No one involved has been enjoying being guinea pigs for Charlie’s therapy experiments. The only silver lining being that the new residents wouldn’t have to suffer the same fates, as each and every “new activity” so far has been tossed out after a resounding failure of some kind or another. Fights, tears, broken furniture, and excessive day drinking have occurred both during and after a few of these sessions. Her ideas weren’t terrible in concept, but in practice, with demons and fallen angels and souls under contract, they just weren’t working. Lucifer’s attention is once again brought to the front of the room as Charlie continues.

“And yes, I understand that the past few exercises we’ve tried... haven’t exactly ended well.” Lucifer hates the sad look in her eyes as she considers her failures, but it’s gone as quickly as it arrived. “But after a lot of discussion and thinking about how and why our previous activities went so....” She pauses, looking for the right word. “Awful? Terrible? Destructive? Shitty? Depressing?” Angel adds. Vaggie glared his way but the demon wasn’t paying any attention. “Yes, thank you Angel,” Charlie says hesitantly. “So! I took those... experiences... into account while creating this one!” Lucifer shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He was a huge fan of Charlie living out her dream, but he wasn’t a huge fan of having to be this close to the action. He lets out a small sigh. I can’t abandon my place as her dad again. Charlie paused for a moment to reach into a bag and hand a bundle of items to Vaggie. Small strips of paper and markers. As Vaggie started passing them out to each of them, Charlie explains. “First thing’s first, I need everyone to write their names down. Once you’ve written your name, please give your paper to Vaggie.”

Lucifer’s anxiety starts up, as it always does when he’s involved in one of his daughter’s ‘family’ activities. He just hopes whatever comes of this involves less property damage than before. He hands his paper back to Vaggie as she walks around to collect them. Giving the papers back to her partner, Vaggie continues the instructions. “You will now each receive a randomly chosen name. The name on your paper will be for your eyes and your eyes only. Do not tell anyone else the name that you got.” Charlie excitedly passes the papers back out, now folded shut. “Except for me!” she interrupts. “I’m going to make a note of who gets who for the sole purpose of understanding the effectiveness of this activity. Don’t worry, no one else will get to see!” Her smile is infectious, Lucifer just can’t help it. He always smiles when he sees his daughter this way, so full of hope and joy. Vaggie hands him a folded strip of paper. Before he can open it to see who he was assigned, Charlie speaks again.

“Now, unlike some of our previous attempts, this activity will not be done as a group.” Multiple sighs of relief are heard, and Lucifer notices that Alastor seems to relax ever so slightly. At least that’s one thing we can agree on... “However,” Charlie continues, “This will be a week-long exercise-” multiple groans again, “that will involve a prompt each morning. That prompt will be a question or instruction that each of you will respond to in a letter. The letters don’t have to be long, but must include a full response to the prompt. They don’t have to be short either, just go for whatever your honest answer is!” She’s practically bouncing up and down with excitement as she says “The recipient of what you’ll be writing for the week will be the name on the paper youve been given. You’ll have a full 24 hours to write your letters. Tomorrow you’ll hand them in to me during the morning meeting, and will then be given the next prompt. Any questions so far?”

All of them are silent for a long moment. Vaggie breaks the silence. “Here are the rules. Rule number one: You MUST be respectful. OUR version of respectful. No insults, no petty jabs. Just answer the prompt. Rule number two: No discussing who each person is writing to. I mean NO discussion. Do not ask, do not tell. If we find out that this rule is broken, the offending parties will be sitting in on Charlie’s hotel-wide group therapy sessions for a month.” Lucifer’s eyes went wide at this. Several others did as well. Group therapy wasn't an uncommon ‘punishment’ (though Charlie wont ever call it that) but the sessions are held four days out of the week and last for one to two hours at a time. And with new arrivals slowly trickling into the hotel to be redeemed, the sessions were getting larger. Lucifer tensed, thinking of the last time he was forced to participate after getting into a spat with the only sinner in the building he just couldn’t stand to be around. Lucifer was not meant for group therapy, that was for sure. The most any of them have been forced to attend for bad behavior was one week. None of them wanted a whole month.

Vaggie looked amused at the group’s reaction to this. She spoke again. “This also includes revealing yourself to the person you’re writing to. These letters are supposed to be anonymous.” Charlie speaks up. “This exercise depends on honesty and anonymity, and I have really high hopes that this one can be used by new residents learning to redeem themselves.” She pauses. “Okay. So now that we’ve gone over everything, I’m going to call each of you over to note down who you’ll be writing to. I’ll then give you a paper with today’s writing prompt and an envelope to put the letter in once you're done. Make sure to seal it! After that, bring your envelope with you for tomorrow’s meeting and I’ll mark the intended recipient on the front. At the end of our meeting you’ll get the letter addressed to you and the next writing prompt.”

All of this information takes a moment to register in Lucifer’s head, but after he’s gone over it all in his mind he’s left with a sense of pride for his daughter. Out of all of her experiments so far, this one is the first that Lucifer doesnt think would turn into an all out war. It seems... feasible. He smiles as she makes eye contact with him, clearly ecstatic with her plan. Vaggie calls each one of them over to the desk that Charlie has against the room’s far wall. One at a time, each member of the ‘family’ does as they’re told and then leaves the meeting room. Lucifer spends a moment wondering who got his slip of paper, the one with his name written on it, until he suddenly remembers that he never looked at his own intended letter recipient. With no one close enough to peer over his shoulder, Lucifer slowly opens up the folded paper to see whose name is written.

Of course. Go figure. Yeah, why not just make the next week my own little slice of Hell? I mean honestly- His thoughts are interrupted by Charlie’s voice. “Dad! It’s your turn!” He looks up and realizes he’s the last one to be called. Everyone else, save Charlie and Vaggie, have already left the room. He attempts to smile as he stands and faces his daughter, but she sees through it immediately. And it's obvious. “Come on Dad... I know who you got.” This surprises him. Was his face really that revealing? “Everyone else’s name has already been marked on my chart, so...” She smiles awkwardly. “Listen, I think this will be good for you! Please, just try your best?” Lucifer slowly walks to the desk and sighs heavily. “Anything for you, sunshine. I’ll try my hardest.” He hands the strip of paper to his daughter and she gives him the paper with the prompt and envelope in exchange. “I dont think I’ve got you on the chores schedule today, but I’m gonna be pretty busy so I probably won’t see you until dinner.” She smiles at him, that glowing warm smile that he’d missed out on for so many years. She encourages him with an “I love you, Dad. You’re gonna do great!” and gives him a thumbs up.

He leaves the room smiling, just loving being in his daughter’s presence, until he walks into the lobby and sees him. Sitting on one of the many comfy chairs, sipping black coffee out of a mug that says “Oh Deer” on the side. The asshole. The worst demon in the hotel. The piece of shit that loves to torment Lucifer to no end. The name on his strip of paper. He strides by as quickly as possible to avoid any contact. Damn it... He thinks on the way back to his side of the hotel. Why, of all people... He can’t get the vision of the neat, cursive handwriting out of his head. His mind focuses on one name and one name only.

Alastor

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staceymcgillicuddy · 10 months

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Prompt #9 please!

Oh, Nonnie, this is my last prompt in the inbox and it got me all in my emotions as well! Love an established relationship feelings-fest! (Prompt is "Listen to me.")

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“Chrissy?”

Eddie taps on the door of their overpriced hotel room and waits. He has a key, but he wants to respect her need to take a moment. After all, it isn’t every day that your wife flees her little brother’s rehearsal dinner in tears after telling her own sainted mother to “just shut up, okay?”

Not that Laura Cunningham’s much of a saint. Still, Eddie’s treading carefully because this is the first significant time they’ve spent with the Cunninghams since the Christmas disaster of ’91, and there’s nothing that can send Chrissy spiraling back into the abyss of her childhood faster than a scathing comment from her mother.

“Hey, Bets,” he says, trying again with a nickname that he only pulls out when the stakes are high. He can’t remember how it started—Christine Elizabeth shortened to Lizzie, Beth, Betty, Bets, maybe—but after eleven years together, eight of them married, and a hundred pet names split between them, what does remembering matter?

Pressing his ear to the door, he waits until he hears a sob before deciding that she’s had warning enough and uses his key.

The room smells like Chrissy’s perfume with an undercurrent of faux-floral toilet scrub. It’s not a place they could ever have afforded alone, which is part of the problem. As parents of the groom (and at said groom’s request), Phillip and Laura are paying for their attendance, which has set Chrissy on a self-destructive path where she has to battle a tornado of tolerance and an earthquake of obligation and yes, sure, Eddie’d suggested they just get a room at the Motel 8 and save themselves the hassle, but she’d wanted to do it for her brother. For Charlie. For his bride-to-be, Addie, who’s actually a cool girl. They’ve been to stay with Chrissy and Eddie in Chicago twice now, and Eddie digs her taste in music more than he’ll ever admit.

(Addie also said she dug Eddie’s band-on-the-side, which is all he needs to love someone forever.)

“Eddie,” comes a plaintive wail from the bed.

Chrissy’s curled on her side with a pillow hugged to her abdomen, still wearing the blue floral dress she’d sported to dinner. It has ridden up her thighs considerably, and Eddie must have grown as a person because he only thinks about that for maybe .02 seconds as he crawls onto the bed behind her and wraps an arm around her waist to pull her against his chest.

“She had it coming,” he says into her artfully coiffed hair, which rests shellacked and sticky against his lips. “Baby. She did.”

“Is Ch-Ch-Addie mad?”

“Nobody’s mad except your mother.” In fact—and he won’t tell her this now—Addie’d been hiding a giggle behind a napkin. Eddie knows for a fact that she feels about Laura much the same as he does. Only, you know, she can’t say that to Chrissy because while Chrissy’s allowed to hate her mother, nobody else can say a word, and God, yeah, families are complicated. Eddie’s grateful that he only has to worry about Wayne, and Wayne never gives them any trouble.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says around another miserable little sniffle.

“Eh.” He shrugs and kisses the spot where her shoulder meets her neck. “She was picking at you, and you snapped. It happens.”

“But I wasn’t going to do it this time! I was… I worked on all those coping m-mechanisms!” That brings a fresh volley of tears. “Sandra’s going to be so disappointed.”

“What, like you’re gonna get a bad grade in therapy?”

“Yes!” She trills the word out on a wail.

Eddie loves her so much, but she’s making a mountain out of a molehill, and while he never minds comforting this particular damsel in distress, he’s also not gonna let her beat herself up when Laura’s the one who threw the first punch.

“Alright, buddy, c’mon.” He pulls away enough to coax her onto her back, where she stares up at him from puffy, red-rimmed eyes and a blotchy complexion. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she says.

There’s snot beneath her nose, so he grabs a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and holds it to her face. “Blow.”

She blows—honks if he’s honest—and he chucks the tissue onto the table before focusing on her.

“Okay, counselor, facts of the case. Did your mother kick the evening off by telling you your dress was too tight?”

Chrissy frowns. “It is, and—”

“Bzzt!” Eddie digs his fingers into her side, which has the intended effect of shocking her into a squeal. “Irrelevant. Conjecture. Also, bullshit. You look hot. So, true or false, counselor? Did she do that?”

Chrissy nods, mute, pressing her lips into a thin line. But, hey. Not crying, so that’s something.

“And did she, or did she not, tell everyone at the table that they’re paying for us to be here?”

Another nod.

“After which—and correct me if I’m wrong here—she put her hand over your plate so the waiter couldn’t give you any of the lobster risotto.”

Chrissy’s mouth twists into what might be termed a smile, and she shrugs.

“So then I switched plates with you, and she gave me that look she always gives me.”

“What look?”

“The look where I’m a pile of actual dogshit she’s just stepped in.”

“Oh.” Chrissy’s smile widens, and she shrugs. “Right. That look.”

“All of that to say, by the time she gave her little speech about grandchildren and welcoming a daughter into the family… I dunno, Bets, it felt like justifiable homicide to me.”

“But I did it in front of everyone…”

“Yeah, well, so did she.”

“But—“

“No buts. Listen to me. Your mother’s never going to change, but you change every day. That’s why you’ve got me, and Sandra, and all our friends who actually like you instead of the stupid little dress-up doll your mother spent eighteen years trying to turn you into.”

This is not the first time they’ve had this conversation. Chrissy already knows how he feels. However, if the message takes a million times to sink in, Eddie’s willing to keep talking.

Chrissy blinks, sniffs, and rubs her eyes. “Okay,” she says because she’s not so good at acknowledging the truth of the matter. “I should call Charlie’s room. Apologize to him and Addie and—”

“Or,” Eddie says, cutting her off before she can work herself into another lather. “We could call up room service and charge two fucking massive slices of chocolate cake to your parents.”

“Eddie…”

“Best part is, they’re both for you.”

"Eddie."

"I'll have a bite. And you can call your brother, too."

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All the prompts I've answered!

#bsc diaries #Anonymous #prompt meme #hellcheer #fanfic #hellcheer fanfic

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silkythewriter · 1 year

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Could I see hcs for Charlie, Vaggie, Cherri and Velvette with an adopted child that is heavily implied to have had a very difficult, sad and painful life before they took them in? The child is extremely quiet, timid and fearful, frequently has nightmares, cries a lot and often seeks them out for comfort. Thank you in advance if you decide to accept this!

꧁Charlie, vaggie, Cherri, and velvet with an adopted child that had a difficult past ꧂

Summary: Charlie, Vaggie, Cherri and Velvette with an adopted child that is heavily implied to have had a very difficult, sad and painful life before they took them in

Small warning!: Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes and sorry if the characters are OOC!!

Small note!: This is my first child reader Headcanons on my account so hopefully I do it correctly and you enjoy this! Also there’s some vaggie x Charlie ❤️❤️❤️

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestions!:

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✰Charlie✰

Best mom in this situation to be honest, I have to give it to her ☠️

She’d definitely in roll you to some of the best therapy hell has to offer, which is rare down here but still possible!

She’s very careful on who she lets you interact with, like let’s say alastor she keeps a close eye on you if your every around him cause she knows how scary he could get :(.

All the best comforting plushies her money can buy, she knows how terrible your nightmares get and she wants to make sure there’s something there to comfort you! Just incase.

Staying up most nights comforting you is frequent, she does get very tried but pulls through for you cause she wants to comfort you and make sure you fall asleep first before her

Sometimes she lets you sleep in her bed with her and vaggie! And she always makes sure you have the best pillow on the bed 😭🫶

Her comfort method is singing a lullaby or cuddling up with you and playing with your hair/massaging your scalp!

I’m gonna be honest with you whenever you cries she cries :(. She hates seeing you sad or scared, that’s why she works hard to make sure the staff and the hotel are as comfortable as can be to you! And she’ll do anything to insure that!

She always has tissues on hand just incase! She always kisses your forehead after you cry to comfort you ❤️

Alastor is usually very talkative and that doesn’t mix very well with your quite self sense he doesn’t understand why your so quite, he tries talking to you but leaves you be after Charlie explains why he’s stressing you out

She always near by to comfort you at any second! She knows how bad things get so she wants to make sure she’s there to make sure your okay!

She makes sure the staff and her parents (whenever they drop by) are careful around you, she always has a stern talking to husk cause he usually has trouble controlling his attitude but after awhile he warms up to you and lets you be just like alastor!

☾Vaggie☾

She’s use to tough love so it takes awhile for her to figure out how to make sure your comfortable

Surprisingly is very patient especially towards you she knows how hard it use to be for you so she wants to make sure she at least salvages some parts of your childhood

Charlie is a big part of your life cause she’s basically your second mother and helps vaggie a lot! Also pays for anything you need

Surprisingly is actually very good at doing hair so if you let her and it relaxes you she’ll gladly take a brush and softy brush your hair out before tucking you in to sleep <3

Literally growlers at anyone other then Charlie if they get close to you she doesn’t trust anyone, nor does she plan to so she is very over protective of you

Has matching necklaces with you (design is your choice) so you never forget she’s with you no matter where you are! She knows when she does have to leave you alone for awhile it can be more then hard so she tries combating it as much as she can

She’s awake the minute she even hears a creek in your room, sense she moved rooms to be closed to you and make sure your safe, anytime she hears a sound she very alert and ready to jump up and run over to your room 😭she just genuinely worried about you!

She knows how quite you are so she usually speaks for you in uncomfortable situations, she knows how scary things get for you so she’s just trying her best to make your life a bit more enjoyable and easier

Depending on your age like if your 5-6(oc/character wise) she’ll have a baby monitor and will check up on you randomly in the night just to make sure your okay!

The amount of plushies you have is astounding, vaggie will snatch any plushies she’ll see that she thinks you’ll enjoy! Same goes for clothing ect

(Idk I’d hell has an education system💀) but if we’re assuming they do either you go to the best one in the sinners realm or you have online school either or is a good chance but vaggie leans a bit to the online school system due to it being probably more safer

Over all very protective because she knows how dangerous hell gets, she has many trust issues so trusting someone with something as precious as you? No way, only Charlie is the most likely chance like I said but if she can’t take care of you vaggie would rather cancel any plans she has

⚠︎︎Cherri bomb⚠︎︎

One of the chillest moms out of everyone out of this list to be honest

Overprotective like vaggie but in her own way! She’ll let you do whatever you want but if anyone hurts you the last thing they’ll see is a bomb smashing into their face

Angel is like an uncle, he spoils you whenever he can! He absolutely adores you and Cherri appreciates when he can look out for you, but she kind of understands he isn’t the best influence, but I mean it’s hell what can she expect?

I think she just has a small cramped apartment sense the limited space in hell, so you guys will most likely have to share a room, but she tries making as welcoming and comfortable for you!

Isn’t the best mom, but not the worst , she’s new to all this new mom business but she’s trying to figure it out. She restrains from being overbearing due to her bursting personality she knows how overwhelmed it might get you so she goes down a few notch’s to make sure your okay!<3

No matter how tough she is on the outside, I’d you cry she’ll cry even harder, look she hates showing so much emotion but when it comes to you she just can’t help it she has such a mother bond to you after taking care of you she can get out of hand

You, her and angel have weekly game night playing any game of your choosing! Hide in seek, hell monopoly, or anything else really! Cherri loves uno though! She does let you win sometimes but she’s very competitive so even then there’s very little mercy ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

Depending on your age again she carries you around or holds your hand mainly she likes to make sure your near her and safe!

Has a big sweater she bought and lets you have it cause of how comfortable it is, Also thinks your adorable in it !!!＾▽＾

She lets you do whatever you want honestly, want icecream at 8am? Let her go fetch the bowls and fill them to the brim, want candy at the dead of the night? Has a special stash in the closet!, Shes honestly a very free mom and does whatever makes you happy!

Your guys room is a mess of blankets, pillows, plushies, and empty candy wrappers and bags, you and her have a Friday Sunday cleaning day to at least clear the floor 😭😭 it’s a lot of fun! Especially when she puts on your favorite music

Overall let’s you do what you want at least if it doesn’t hurt you that much!, she tries helping you out of shell but she won’t force you, you go at your own pace and she’ll be there every step of the way <3

𖨆Velvet𖨆

Oh boy she might as well be a handful to you then you to her

Vox and Valentino are probably a big part of your life considering how much she hangs out with them, where ever she goes you go

She’s up 24/7 so when you have nightmares she right there by your side, with hot chocolate and some snacks and some hugs!

Absolutely spoils you rotten considering how much power she has she can basically get anything you ask for!

Even if your a boy, she’ll absolutely want to put your hair into pigtails like hers if you have the hair for it and let it! She loves twining with you in one way or another she finds it adorable!

She can’t exactly bring you to her job, she only does when it’s absolutely necessary and there’s no one she can let take care of you, but even then she makes you cover your eyes till you guys get to special room she made vox and Valentino make for you, filled with all types of snacks and game of your liking!

That being said she only lets vox babysit you, sense he’s the most responsible, and I feel like Valentino doesn’t favor kids all that much

She has a lot of comfort items she Carries around in a bag for you just incase you aren’t feeling that well or just need a good cry

People don’t even look at your direction after finding out who’s your mom, if anyone even messes with you their already dead, of course not infront of you but they’ll be taken care of in the back as vox takes you to get icecrem

She loves dragging you around hell and showing you her favorite shops and locations, she also adores taking you shopping! She enjoys it herself, if she doesn’t have money to pay she just walks straight out I mean who’s gonna stop her?

Your room is stuffed with toys, plushies, blankets, and any items you enjoy! Like I said she loves spoiling you! You also have a large bed to make your sleeping a bit better sense you wake up a lot in the night

Overall a very hyper mom and has random burst of energy so expect random adventures to make you feel better about something your upset about

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theteaspiller · 10 months

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Me when I see the concerning amount of content underworld office/Charlie in underworld DOESNT have.

But seriously. There is an extremely underwhelming amount of content for these amazing games. And this is still counting the weird ship content. (Which, why do some people ship boss x eugene? That is a traumatized father son relationship and if you think otherwise I can pay for your therapy with my pocket lint. )

People, what more do you want? We have a scrunkly little angsty person who rarely talks, who's also just really freaking depressed and lonely.

We call em eugene.

Then we have an angsty, angry, swearing little scronk. We have an angry child whos very depressed also and they're funny and angry and also chaotic.

And need I go on? We have a tall man with a fan. (The father figure.) We have a chaotic woman who may or may not be high. We have a grandma 'back in my day' and then we have just a small little child who can talk to cats.

We have a wonderful and varying cast of characters.

And so. *tips fedora that appeared just now for the purpose of fedora tipping* this concludes my rant on why you should play Underworld Office, and it's Sequel, Charlie in Underworld.

Thank you all!

#underworld office #charlie in underworld #Eugene #Charlie #underrated #Game ad #rant post #play this game #play this at my funeral #No joke just be playing underworld office over my coffin #River #Boss #Hayden #Joan #game recommendations #Uwo #CiU

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osatokun · 6 months

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dumped into another art block wave, where I can hardly even wake up from bed. Its going to be okay, but I need time

His is awkward to ask but at this poit l'll be grateful for tips and donations.No commission aill turn out good when I'm like that.All I can try to draw right now are little doodles with Charlie and Glinda or Charlie's birthday picture again.or doodles with my ravnos moma, her shapes are relaxing to draw..

But mostly I just need a soup and to pay for therapy and montly bills, and some precious time I cant afford

My boosty with one time donation option boosty.to/ghostosato

And a doodle i did few days ago

#i have at least try to wake up from bed #A

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kalcifers-blog · 1 year

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[CW for talking about/descriptions of scars and gore]

Currently thinking about. GL! Charlie "waking up" from Showfalls control in the third episode and discovers an array of different scars all over him at varying stages of healing. The most concerning of which being fresh surgical stitching on his torso- and two small hard lumps on the opposite sides of his scalp, only barely being covered by his hair.

They don't hurt him physically- but there's a deep seated wrongness about their presence. He has barely any memory on how they got there, but the longer he stays awake, the more he starts to remember the absolute horror this company forced him to go through for the sake of "entertainment".

(I personally feel like the green horns are actually horns, like Showfall physically made Charlie grow fucking horns out for the one episode- they appear to look like slime because they're still covered in blood and gore from being forced through his fucking scalp)

Good God Ranboo needs to fucking pay for my Therapy bills because thinking about this shit has been eating away at my brain (/POS LMAO)

#generation loss #gl charlie #slimecicle #gl slimecicle #genloss #Kal talks about Generation Loss PT 2 #will do this more since everyone liked the last one it seems #honey quartz blog

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emmedoesntdomath · 1 year

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haha hey what if. newsies dead poets au

AFISNDOANSOANFN IT DELETED MY FIRST ANSWER. FINE. WHATEVER. ANYWAYS.

so I’m thinking there are two ways this can go down-

(with me flying fast and loose between 92sies and livesies)-

one: the poets become newsies. essentially they’ll be “filling in” the roles each newsie brings to the film/show. neil is jack, because of course he is. he’s the charismatic leader who needs more therapy than he can pay for. his davey is obviously todd, because he’s the shy, smart kid that likes to be hidden behind his boyfriend best friend. charlie is the comedic relief of a best friend, making him race. and since knox is his best friend who’s more than half in love with him, he can be the other comedic relief of albert. we all know meeks and pitts are in love (guys, they dance together. what?), so they can take the place of kid blink and mush, respectively. do I have to include cameron? I feel like I have to include cameron. I guess he can take the spot of boots, which feels rude to boots, but I think he knows I’m sorry about it, so we’re good. keating, of course, is our father figure news reporter, and chris is sarah (WHICH MAKES GINNY HER KATH AND OH MY GOD I LOVE THAT IM SO SMART). mr. perry can be snyder, the rat, and mr. nolan is pulitzer. and stick is crutchie (no, I do not care that he’s not technically a character. he is my baby, and he can be neil’s little brother. fight me.)

I really like that one, actually.

two: the newsies become poets. same concept, other way around. now, the most obvious choice is to make jack and davey neil and todd again, but that’s a cop-out and I refuse. so. crutchie deserves to be todd, because they’re both so cute. davey can be neil, with jack being his charlie (does that mean davey/crutchie? I don’t know. is javid platonic in any scenario? I think not.). finch is meeks, albert is pitts. race is now our knox, pining HARD after- wait for it- our chet danburry character, mr. spot conlon, who is engaged (against his will) to katherine pulitzer, the wealthy daughter of the headmaster, joseph pulitzer (sarah needs to come steal kath away so race can marry a rice man). les is cameron, but specifically livesies les. the other les(es) are too good to be cameron’s character. snyder can be mr. perry (AHHHH. DAVEY WHAT HAPPENED YOU POOR SOUL). and denton is still keating because I don’t know who else would work there.

…well, damn. I love both of those. option one’s definitely more practical and sane, but I adore the chaos and hot mess that is option two. oh well. let me know which ones you guys like.

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charkie-ee · 2 months

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Hi! Hope you don't mind me lurking around these parts, sir. I came to ask you a few questions regarding your experience as a qsmp enjoyer!!

• Who's your favourite streamer that speaks the same language as you?

• Who's your favourite streamer that DOESN'T speak the same language as you?

• What's been your favourite arc so far?

• What language would you like to see next?

• Who do you want to watch more of?

• Who's your favourite family?

• Who's streams do you most watch outside of their QSMP streams?

Anything else you'd like to mention? Doesn't inherently have to be qsmp related.

(These are all from sarcastictissy, Hope you're doing well, Sphatos!!:D)

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hi howdy semifontos

you came straight out of the deep-dark-endless void didn’t you? (this ask caught me so off guard AHEM)

anyway!! answering questions time!! yippee! (i never get to do this!! i am so happi!!)

. i have a lot of favorite english speaker streamers but the ones i’m currently watching the most are slimecicle and philza. i’ve been following the both of them for many years and i was super duper excited to see both of them join the qsmp when it first started!! they’re both so silly goofy and they live in my head rent free.

. oooooouuuuuuhhhh. that’s hard. can i give you tops? it’s definitely between cellbit, baghera, etoiles and roier. although i don’t know what they’re saying half of the time, tuning into their streams is always fun! whenever they’re laughing on stream i find myself smiling too! i’ve also been inspired to learn other languages because of them. (i have like 15 languages that im working on in duolingo. don’t ask) they’re also AMAZING at lore. (especially roier. his character is so sad. he is quite literally the therapist who needs therapy.)

. there are so many arcs that have gone on in qsmp(and to be honest i’m having trouble keeping up) but i really like charlie’s whole traumatized dad/code arc so far?? like- i doubt he’ll ever finish it, but i live for little delulu cubitos with dead eggs. ^^

also, no idea if it counts (since it was kind of a saga???) but BOLAS will always have a place in my heart. love them to death (and they died A LOT.)

. i’d really like to see swedish creators next!! i think that would be really cool!! :-D

. this question is questioning fjjfjgjfhfjgjjfjfjg. rn i’ve kind of been taking a break? not really paying attention to the recent lore in qsmp?? idk. the life rollercoaster has been MOVING. there are so many bumps. and it’s been difficult to find the time to catch up. if i were to start watching consistently again, i’d love to watch some of the korean creators that have joined, more foolish, and more tubbo.

. favorite family is probably death family and misclick/dysfunctional family (yk. since i watch those creators the most) but i also really like the family dynamics of the found family of fobo. tubbo and foolish are a dangerously silly pair and i think the name ‘fobo’ says a lot about them

. i definitely watch slimecicle the most. i hardly make to any if his streams, but i am a vod truther. i remember when his 1st wobble dogs vid came out and honestly cant believe its been a year. (also idk if it counts but i’ve been listening to so much jrwi. got the patreon member ship and i listened to 6 episodes of the suckening within 3ish days. help.)

oKay i think that’s all i have to say (sorry for the paragraph)

thank you so much semifontos and sarcastictissy for the questions!! i hope you are both doing well and thanks for checking in on me! :-D

#what do i tag this under #do i even include tags???#what is this????#i am so out of if i apologize #gonna go back to playing kirby the forgotten land now #i am just a brainless waddle-dee. floating through the inescapable void we call life.

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a-lonely-tatertot · 10 months

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the qsmp and charlie slimecicle collectively need to pay for my therapy after that

#tater rambles #what the fuck man #qsmp #slimecicle

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occult-roommates · 1 year

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What do you do with a newborn alien?

Well, the roommates were in a bit of a pickle...Ok, not all of them, but Kino definitely was, and it seems like they weren’t even aware of it...So, one Sunday afternoon, while everyone was watching a movie airing on TV, Charlie walked in the living room, and closed the TV. It was important.

Charlie: Kino, we need to talk. Daniele: Hey, we were watching a movie. Charlie: I mean, it was an Adam Sandler movie. You’re not missing much. Rudi: Fuck you, 50 first dates is unironically good. Kino: What do you want? Charlie: Well, I’m just saying, but your kid is gonna be born in less than a month and well...We’re already making plan on how to accomodate having a baby here, but like...How do you plan on giving birth? Kino: By pushing it out of me, why??? Daniele: I mean, there’s other option, I’m a C-section baby personally. Rudi: Yeah, I teleported out of my mother’s womb. Kino: You can do that on Earth???!!!

Ok, Charlie had to stay strong. Sure, trying to have a serious conversation with Daniele and Rudi in the room is not the hardest feat a person can accomplish, but it’s up there.

Charlie: I mean, you’re an alien, you cannot just show up to the hospital in your alien form as if nothing was. Your blood is also blue, though you can lie about having fairy origin, fairies can have differently colored blood. I uh...I am still grossed out by that time I tried drinking the blood of a fairy guy and it came out dark yellow and I started gagging like mad. Anyway, you can also not give birth as a human, like literally, your human form has a dick! Rudi: Skill issues. Charlie: Will you please shut up? Kino: Ok but can you actually teleport a baby out of the womb? Charlie: No, you can’t. Rudi: Skill iss- Charlie: SHUT THE FUCK UP! Akva: Could you ask the government agent who discovered you and brought you here for help? I mean, he knows you’re an alien, surely he could also pay some doctor to help you have your baby and then pay them to keep the secret. Or I don’t know, maybe the government secretly has amnesia drugs. Kino: I can’t. I did talk about the possibility of me having a child with an Earthling, and was told that if it does happen, my child would be taken away from me so they could experiment on them. Akva: ...Oh...

At least, Akva was trying to be useful. Cause so far, the only option seemed to be having Kino give birth in the bathtub while one of the roommate or their girlfriend assisted them. Which is an idea Charlie wasn’t super enthusiastic about for obvious reasons. Literally none of them were college graduate, let alone have any sort of medical training. At best Akva was in her second semester as a physical therapy student, but not only are her grades...questionnable, but that’s still a far cry from being a certified extraterrestrial OB/GYN.

Charlie: Also I don’t want birthing fluid all over my bathroom, that’s gross. Daniele: Hey, don’t worry about that, I’ll just lick it all clean. Charlie: Oh...my god... Kino: I messed up big time, Ah...I a-am...I am so *sniff* sorry. Akva: Aw, don’t cry. But like, I’ll admit, you should have been more careful with not getting pregnant. Especially since you knew your child could be taken away from you. Rudi: Pot calling the kettle black. Charlie: Ok that’s it, I’m leaving. Bye. Rudi: Could you check out on Dav? He went to the bathroom like 15 minutes ago, starting to be afraid he pushed a poop to death or something.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #simblr #ts4 simblr #occult roommates #kino gurafee #charlie yi #rudi marron #daniele rossini #akva singh #long post #cw pregnancy #OcRo s2

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virucachaos · 5 months

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Hey Vi, got some questions

1 are you still blue and how has life treated you up until you reunited with veruca

2 how was your mother after the factory? Was she better to you worse

3 is there any issues with being part blueberry like a way to relapse and need juicing again?

4 has Charlie given you compensation money and therapy

5 how did you and veruca reunite and how long was it before you started dating?

6 what kind of style do you have now both in clothes and hair? I hope it's more your own than your mother's

7 do you have a fear of him and or blueberries if so, are you overcoming it? (Hope you are if so)

Violet adjusts her poor posture and clears her throat to make a better image before answering.

"For one, yeah. I hate it. It hasn't... it's not a good look, but Veruca disagrees. If there was one thing I could change, it would be what happened, and there's no changing my mind."

She sighs.

"Meeting Veruca again wasn't my highest priority for a long while- I was terrified to even see her in the beginning. I didn't trust her, much less myself, to keep a calm conversation. That's why I was so surprised that topics flowed so easily after Mike brought us both somewhere without telling us the other would be there."

Violet giggled at the thought of Mike being an unintentional wingman, but immediately went back to the questions at hand.

"No compensation, no bother to search for a cure. I'm thankful that Mister Salt was kind enough to pay for my physical therapy, however... the first half a year was extra difficult. Mother... I haven't spoken with her in a while, that's all. It might be a while, but deep down, I feel as if she still loves me. It might just take a bit for us to overcome our challenges. And finally, yes. I grew my hair out a bit! Veruca has been helping me with clothes that aren't baggy hoodies and jeans, so we'll get back to you on that."

#violet beauregarde #ask blog

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existentialbogwitch · 2 months

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I’m just going to keep being myself and hopefully it will be good enough for the right people.

I am also going to therapy and I found an online lgbtqa+ support group I’m going to go to next month.

I’m going to watch some tutorials about doing drag.

I’m going to build a one hour one person show in drag about my story.

I do not care if it is the cringiest shit anyone has ever seen.

I need to do this to stay ALIVE.

It is growing inside my chest like a tiny nebula that is about to burst into a star. It feels uncontrolled and chaotic.

I feel like that Charlie meme from It’s always Sunny but with my own life story that ends with me coming out as non binary in a very public way.

I don’t ever want to be someone’s girlfriend again.

Not like that.

Heteronormativity is actively damaging and I need to find more things to help me define my experience.

Even if I never show anyone. Or I only show people selectively.

I don’t know.

But I need to do something.

I need to do something expressive that feels bigger than myself.

I’m thinking too grandiose right now, but I’m hoping I will eventually be able to funnel those thoughts into something that resembles a palatable production experience (it will be an experience, a multi sensory experience). - maybe not at first, but eventually. As a specific representation of autism.

Being a witch doesn’t have a gender by the way.

It is implied female, but doesn’t have to be.

Wizards are often viewed as male, but why?

I recently reread Terry Pratchett’s equal rights and it speaks to that a lot.

Some of my identifying as non binary is due to the fact that I am frustrated at the notion that I am forced to choose to fit in with a gender binary.

I do not want to have to choose.

There is not one answer that feels right to me.

Not anymore.

I don’t know how much of it is due to trauma, but I’m tired of trying to force a binary to make sense for me when it doesn’t.

The same with the idea of a traditional heterosexual monogamous relationship.

I enjoy having deep relationships with multiple people regardless of their gender or my sexual attraction to them.

Traditional monogamy makes me feel like I have to find one partner to fulfill all my needs and not only is that impossible, but it is exhausting.

I have never been able to sustain a romantic relationship and there are numerous factors that contribute to this.

I also struggle with maintaining friendships. Though I would imagine that if you ask people they probably will tell you that we’re friends and they don’t think poorly of me (probably, or they don’t think of me at all) but my brain tells me that the reason people do not talk to me or reach out to me is because they do not like me.

I struggle with understanding the socially acceptable amount of time to wait before texting someone and what text exchanges are supposed to look like in a way that is overwhelming for a lot of people.

I should probably try doing voice messages but I’m afraid of my family hearing me talking about them.

Most of the time when I want social support it’s because my family has triggered me and I get anxiety and feel like I can’t leave my room.

Sometimes I get stuck in there for hours with anxiety, especially if I hear my brothers voice.

I’m working through CPTSD stuff and coping with my therapist, but I’m almost constantly disregulated because I have to hear my family’s voices and it triggers bad memories.

I need to move out but I cannot afford it.

I’m trying to finish my web design degree so I can get a higher paying job.

But being able to focus and regulate my emotions enough to do classes has been challenging for years.

I feel like I cannot escape.

I feel like people judge me for being “chronically online” but they don’t realize that I have no where else to go.

I’ve been rewatching Star Trek discovery and it’s making me want to be honest about my feelings.

“Absolute candor” and all that jazz.

Stay starfleet friends 🖖

#personal #rant #non binary #CPTSD #autism #mental illness

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