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sunlit-mess · 1 month
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been busy and sick lately
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You cannot tell me he doesn’t feel slightly jealous that Alastor is willing to partner with Charlie but not him.
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azural83 · 4 months
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What's the point of having characters from different time periods when they behave and swear like they're edgy american teens?
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winter-mornings · 3 months
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You're a Loser, Baby!
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demonic0angel · 9 months
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Hotel AU
Jason groaned, holding a military grade field dressing to his wound as he tried his best to walk faster. Gunshots rang behind him and instinct allowed him to dodge, but one bullet still managed to graze him by the shoulder. It only made pain flare up worse, but Jason just sucked in a breath through his teeth and toiled onward to get to safety.
His comms buzzed in his ear, but no one was available at the moment. Jason still muttered a soft, "Requiring backup."
No one answered.
Jason, for an existential crisis-having moment, wondered if he was gonna die again.
Just as he thought this, a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into another building.
Jason cursed and pulled out his gun with his unfortunately injured hand and pointed it towards his assailant, but then paused.
He had been pulled into a beautiful, first class looking hotel area.
"What the..." he started, before he turned.
An enormously tall woman smiled down at him. She was outrageously beautiful, with long red hair tied into a ponytail and a neat uniform covered by an apron. "Welcome, sir, to the Phantom Hotel! You seem to be in need of some assistance, would you like some help?"
Jason felt eerily calm and level headed, even as he bled all over the floors. "... that'd be nice." He said gruffly.
"Right away, sir." She said with a smile. She waved to someone over to his side and continued to speak. "I'm the co-owner of this hotel, you may call me Jazz. May I get your name for registration?"
Jason still didn't freak out yet. "Registration?" He echoed, as he took in his surroundings.
The hotel was beautiful, with tall ceilings, marble floors, white walls and candle chandeliers that glowed with dim lighting. People that didn't look like Gothamites milled around the lobby and sitting area, all relaxed and chatting amicably. There were a few that were dancing to club music. There was a noticeable bar in the corner of the room that looked unstaffed but was conspicuous in its size and black coloring.
"Yes, sir." Jazz said. "I assume that you're staying the night? We offer breakfast in the morning, and drinks are free all night!"
Jason was silent for a moment. A person wearing a similar uniform to Jazz, with a dark green vest and dark colored apron, approached them and immediately got to bandaging Jason's wounds.
Once again, Jason did not freak. He felt oddly calm, and in the back of his head, he knew that he was safe here. His gut instinct was to collapse on top of Jazz and take a nap, strangely comforted by her presence.
"... why am I so calm?"
Fuck it. He decided to just voice his question.
Jazz giggled. It was a cute noise. "Why wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing to worry about. We're the same, after all!"
Jason blinked. Then he turned to her as the attendant stepped away with the medical box, Jason feeling all healed up, and he said, "Is a night here free?"
"For you? Yep! Everything is free here."
Jason gave a nod. "Then I'll take a room with a single bed, please. Breakfast is free?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great. The name's Jason Todd."
Jazz smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that made Jason feel all fuzzy with warmth. "Very good, sir. Your room number is 312, on the third floor. Here's your room card." She handed over a plastic card that was procured out of thin air but Jason didn't think about it.
He was mentally exhausted and being in her presence made him feel like he was going to drop and fall asleep on the floor and still wake up refreshed. It was so disconcerting that it was almost not disconcerting.
Jason eventually found the elevator, though not without lingering a little around the area. The vigilante in him was telling him to be careful, even though everything else inside of him couldn't give less of a damn and was telling him to kick back and relax. Jazz, after registering him, had gone to the bar to prepare drinks.
She mixed together alcoholic concoctions amidst a small crowd and the more Jason stared, the more it seemed like the dim light was hiding something. People looked like they were wearing ragged clothes and a lot of them had dark stains. There were quite a large amount of old people as well, along with people with seemingly missing appendages.
The last two details wasn't a bad thing, but the amount of them seemed like a hint to something bigger.
When Jazz made eye contact with Jason, she gave a sweet smile and a little wave, and that was Jason's signal to leave.
He got into an elevator, went to his room, and practically sank into the cloud-like bed before he basically knocked himself out. That night, he had never slept so well.
When he woke up, his body felt rejuvenated and he almost felt peppy. It was as if his previous irritations were only bad days and he had finally struck on a good day for once.
He washed up, miraculously found his wounds all healed up, and when he went to take a shower, his clothes were found on the sink, all washed and patched up. Even his helmet had been cleaned and fixed, pristine like the day he had first gotten it.
Jason could've been more suspicious.
But to reiterate, he couldn't.
Everything about this place was like a mother's hug. It was comforting. It made him feel safe. He felt like there was nothing to worry about and although a small part of him found this alarming, he really couldn't explain why he decided to trust it.
When he came down the elevator for breakfast, he was astonished.
Last night, the hotel had looked elegant and high class. Now, in the morning, everything looked warm and homey.
The various large rectangle tables had turned into small round tables that were densely packed together. The floor was a cool blue carpet and the walls had turned a shade of cream. The ceiling had shrank, but now flowers and vines grew from it, dropping from the ceiling with bright blossoms. The bar had been replaced with a little coffee area, with a young man behind the counter, currently taking orders.
The people sitting around and eating their breakfasts looked different in morning light. They glowed with faint shades of blue and green.
Jason paused to take in the sight, considering this information before he shook it off and approached the counter.
The man, after noticing him, immediately went to the cash register with a large smile on his face. "Hello!" He said cheerfully.
Jason immediately noted the similarities between him and Jazz. They had the same heart shaped face, the same ethereal beauty to them, the same nose and smile. This man, however, had bright blue eyes and dark black hair that swept over his eyes.
"What are you drugging me with? I'm way too comfortable here." Jason blurted out.
The man paused. And then he burst out laughing. Jason couldn't help the few snickers that fell out of his throat too, but they both quickly calmed down and the man explained softly, "We're not drugging you. You're just comfortable here because it's where you belong. Don't stress too much."
He continued to smile reassuringly. "Call me Danny. I'm the owner. What would you like to order?"
Jason's eyes flicked to the menu and then he said, "A California club croissant and a caramel latte, please."
"Coming right up, big guy!"
Jason moved a little bit away to the side so that other people could order.
He couldn't help but contemplate what was going on, but it was a little hard to think being this close to Danny's presence. The urge to fight against his soothed mind and the urge to just relax were warring, but unfortunately, his latter side was winning.
If Jazz had seemed comforting and like a hug, then Danny was the blanket, fireplace, hot chocolate cup and book on a cool rainy evening. It was like Danny was his missing piece that just sucked out all of the fear, misery, and rage inside of him.
It was almost crazy how Jason didn't want to retaliate against them at all.
"Here you go, Jason." A voice interrupted him and Jason looked up into crystalline eyes before something was pushed into his hands.
Jason looked down at his order and then up again. "Thanks."
Danny smiled. "No problem! You're pretty freaked out, huh?"
Jason shrugged. Then he thought about it and he asked, "Can I leave?"
"Of course you can." Danny said. "Come back anytime. For someone like you, you have the opportunity to come by anytime you want."
Jason nodded wordlessly and then, with his order in hand, he started walking to the door.
For one last time, he turned and met Danny's eyes. Danny smiled cheerfully, his eyes squinted in happiness. He gave a big wave and Jason returned it before he put on his helmet and pushed past the doors into the open air of Gotham's polluted and smoky world.
The rose glasses fell off and the pink sparkles faded away with each blink.
Jason stared dumbfounded at his own state of body and mind, as his siblings and family all screamed into his ear frantically, begging to know where he went and how he was.
Jason could only stare at the gray, listless world around him and wonder if he had imagined everything.
"What the fuck?"
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mmmm methinks i would love to see some chaggie snuggles of some sort. vaggie wings included, because making a cocoon out of your wings around you & your partner is the best concept ever & its why we should have wings. so yeah.
chaggie cuddles with a safety blanket made out of wings. or hot make out session, thats also always goodB)
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so jealous of charlie bc if i had a cute thicc latina angel gf i’d never leave our bedroom
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astridianmayfly · 2 months
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I know Alastor did not give a singular fuck about recruiting an army of cannibals to defend the hotel it was 100% just a “GUESS WHAT BITCH!!!” house call to Rosie to gloat about securing the world’s most open-ended deal with Charlie
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confussedgirl · 2 months
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When you stain accidentally you platonic husband with your enemies blood on his perfect and clean coat, buts he’s a canibal so that’s okay ( my fav draw of these 🥺)
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when you go with your platonic husband and your daughter I mean independent adult princess of hell to the canibal town, and in the end you ended singing all together like a family
@bestosunglass i love your platonics evil overlords husbands 🥺🛐💕thank you
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salamivx · 2 months
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CRUSH
MASTERLIST >
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School Bus Graveyard x F! Reader
warning. it may be female reader but it can also be read as gn reader, these r just short hcs, minor cussing, Ben and Logan aren’t in this one sorry, mild spoilers in Tylers about s1 finale.
(Not proofread)
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- Ashlyn instantly knows she likes you, the way her heart beats around you, the way her face and body heats up when your hand brushes against hers, she literally head over heals for you but she’s good at hiding it like insanely good. When you guys are in the phantom world she makes sure your close to her or within arms reach just so she could protect you, if you get injured she try’s not to panic a lot but she’s panicky a lot on the inside, when Ben is taking care of your wound shes gonna be sitting beside you holding your hand tightly wishing she could’ve Procter you in time. But when you guys aren’t in the phantom world shes going to share her earbuds with you on the bus while also trying to ignore Aiden’s yelling in her other ear, she also shares her food with you if you forgot to bring lunch money that day.
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- Aiden oh boy, having him as a friend is already chaos, but him having a crush on you? Man you better be strong to put up with him and his random ass shit, he literally drags you into trouble while in the phantom work but y’know still protecting you he obviously doesn’t want to get you hurt, but if you do get injured he’s going ham with the phantom(s) that hurt you. Now when you guys aren’t in the phantom realm he’s all over you, when he sees food that you might like he buys so many of them, he’s rich so it’s ok it doesn’t hurt his bank account, he buys so many things for you, probably forced you to show him your wish list so he can buy it for you.
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- Tyler doesn’t know how to properly express that he loves you without you figuring out you like him, probably asks Taylor for advice but then he gets teased. When you guys are in the phantom world he’s scared you and Taylor will get hurt just like he did, if you guys ever get cornered by phantoms he makes sure you behind him and makes sure you not injured, if you are injured he’s gonna beat himself up for it and Taylor will need to comfort him. Now when you guys aren’t in the phantom world he keeps an eyes on you making sure Barron and his goons don’t get close to you and he always check in on you.
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- Taylor is also head over heals with you, she loves you so much even if it’s just a crush it’s quite obvious she likes you but your oblivious to it (teehee) she’s probably asked her mom and Ashlyn for advice, when you guys are in the phantom world she try’s not to worry about you because she knows you can handle yourself, now if your injured she assisting Ben in healing your injury, and she sweating a lot, so when you guys wake up she’s texting you first making sure your ok. Now since you guys are back in the normal/human? World she definitely wants to match with you which makes Tyler jealous but not jealous y’know?
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urfavlarry · 2 months
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MASTERLIST
Hazbin Hotel
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Husker —
Overlord!Husk x reader
Overlord!Husk x Waitress!reader
Overlord!Husk x fem!reader imagine
Husk x Overlord!reader
Alastor —
Alastor x insomniac!reader
Alastor x reader (platonic)
Alastor x reader imagine
Carmilla Carmine —
Carmilla Carmine & daughters hcs + reader insert
Male!Carmilla Carmine x reader
Velvette —
Velvette hcs + reader insert
Niffty —
Niffty hcs
Lucifer Morningstar —
Lucifer Morningstar x reader imagine
Zestial —
Zestial x overlord!reader
School Bus Graveyard
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Aiden Clark —
Aiden x reader who is trapped in the phantom realm
Aiden x skater!reader
Getting caught making out
Tyler Hernández —
Tyler x reader who is trapped in the phantom realm
Tyler x Barrons gf!reader
Tyler x reader who is trapped in the phantom realm part II
Reader calming Tyler down after he gets mad
Getting caught making out
Tyler x gn!reader who got beat up by Barrons friends
Logan Fields —
Logan x POC!reader
Ben Clark —
Reader calms Ben down after he gets mad
Taylor Hernández
Getting caught making out
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sunlit-mess · 12 hours
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WIP
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unknownfanartist · 2 months
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hot take: my ass summoning lucifer to show him a ducky drawing as an offering for him to model for me so I can finish my art assignments
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Hour 8.5 of babysitting 2 kids under 5. I have reached Tim Drake levels of exhaustion and just tried to chew water. More at 7
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eatmyson · 1 month
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Tough Love: Razzle & Dazzle
Razzle & Dazzle: (fighting over the last donut)
Charlie: Boys, no! No fighting!
Vaggie: I'm going to whoop whoever loses.
Razzle & Dazzle: (fighting harder)
Charlie: VAGGIE!!!?!?!
Vaggie: What? It builds character. I'm not going to use a belt or chanclas or anything like that.
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