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helluvapoison · 3 months

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Hey can you write headcanons for alastor, angel dust(both platonic) and sir pentious (romantic) with a gen z/millennial reader? Just general stuff and interactions (like maybe talking about how things are for the lgbt community with angel and talking to alastor about gramophones and how they're coming back in style) and just some shenanigans

I know you don't have these characters listed in your writing list, and it's completely fine if you cant write for them but i love your writing style and characterization so I wanted to know how you'd imagine things would go

Alastor, Angel Dust (platonic) and Sir Pentious (romantic) x Reader

˚✧₊⁎ Alastor ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• “Hey Al! Loving the drip, it’s giving strawberry cow meets dark academia core.”

• Now he knows what others feel like when speaking to Zestial. He doesn’t understand half of what you say

• You taught him “tea”. Originally he thought you were providing real tea, something useful, not tedious gossip about— Oh. Oh. That could come in handy, actually. Alastor begins to pencil you into his afternoon tea. Sometimes you bring him useful information, others he has to sit through petty issues that make his eye twitch

• Alastor outright bans you from using your phone around him. He has no interest in this “meme” that reminds you of him (Don’t bring it out again, next time he’ll break it)

You groan, “It’s not as funny if I have to explain it!”

“It must not be very humorous in the first place.” He retorts

• He thinks you’re complimenting his taste in decor when you call it vintage

• You’ve proven yourself a useful acquaintance. Like Nifty, he’s grown accustomed to your presence and learned it may be better not to understand the inner workings of your mind

• “Got any aces?” someone asks while you play Go Fish with Husk, Angel and Sir Pina Colada. You never fail to jab a thumb in Alastor’s direction, cackling and kicking your feet

• They give you a peculiar look in reply

“Fuck you guys, I ate.”

• Yeah, they don’t get that one either

˚✧₊⁎ Angel Dust ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• It feels like every day Angel’s mid-insult and snapping his fingers at you, beckoning for you to conjure up a fresh comeback

• “Ooh! You just got cancelled, take the L, you fucking poser!”

He cackles, “Yeah! What they said!”

• Started calling himself an e-girl because you said it once about Charlie and never elaborated. He thinks it means cute… He’s not wrong? You don’t correct him, it’s funnier this way

• Playful arguments 24/7

“RIP, Angel, you would have loved Mean Girls— Wait, if a movie dies would it come to Hell? Never mind, don’t answer that, it would obviously go to Heaven.”

“I’ve met some real weirdos down here, sweetheart, and you outrank almost all of ‘em.”

• Something Angel noticed he could only appreciate from you is how different you react to his relationship with Val. He already knows it’s not healthy and he knows he gets defensive when people bring it up. Like the others, you listen, you comfort, you get furious on his behalf. You also offer him insight and labels he never thought would be helpful

• You hold up two fingers like you’re conducting an orchestra as you speak, “Say it with me; boundaries, bitch.”

“Boundaries..? S’at like bondage–?”

”NO!”

• Angel’s the only one that makes HellToks with you. The dances he learns faster and performs them better than you, often adding his own choreography to them. The “pass the phone” challenges never end well– especially when he tries to rope Nifty or Alastor in on them (RIP your old phone)

• Honestly, you’re pretty surprised you get along with Angel as well as you do. Y’know, considering he died a thousand years before you—

“I ain’t that old!”

“Your death certificate says otherwise, fam!”

˚✧₊⁎ Sir Pentious ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He’s not sure how to handle how touchy you are first. You go around high-fiving everyone, freely holding hands with whoever lets you, offering hugs and– thump. Your head hits his lap, staring straight right at him with a goofy grin. And that.

• “Say slay,”

“Sssslay?”

• Oh. He quite likes the laugh that gets out of you

• Starts saying the word as much as possible, puffing his chest out proudly when you double over laughing. You don’t have the heart to tell him he’s using it wrong 99.9% of the time

• When you began consistently picking him for a chair instead of the others, he was stuck between throwing you across the room and making a break for it or pointing and laughing in the faces of everyone else. You chose him! HA!

• Bless his soul, the way he asked you out was so sweet

“I’ve done extensive research and found the equivalent of going sssteady in your language! I would like for us to move forward with the relationship ssstatus.”

“Huh? Oh. You want to go out with me? Yeah!”

“Fuck yesss!“

• Pentious gives ride or die a new definition. Everything you say or you do, he will back you up. His eyes sparkle from the praise you give him

• That, and making him blush takes little effort on your part. Complimenting him like you always do (at least he thinks you are, sometimes he’s not certain) has his cheeks glowing in seconds

• After following you around for an hour, because Pentious wanted to make sure you could get along with the Egg Boiz without him, they adopt bits of your personality and bizarre phrases. “Now we have two parents!” “No cap!” “Yes cap, you’re wearing a hat!”

• You’ve single handedly make the Egg Boiz worse in the eyes of everyone but Pen. He’s ecstatic over the results, he doesn’t know what he would do if he had to choose between you and his eggs

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ this was so silly and fun, i hope you enjoy anon!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor headcanons #alastor x reader #angel dust headcanon #angel dust x reader #sir pentious imagine #sir pentious x reader #hazbin sir pentious #platonic or romantic

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captain-mj · 8 months

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Loved Graves locker room pep-talk to the shadows in the mw3 trailer, I feel like the 141 would witness one of these and tease the shadows and Graves😂

Yes. Very much so

Graves offered the 141 use of one of their bases to use as an apology for what happened in the past. Secretly, Phillip was trying to get a certain Captain John Price to pay attention to him. No luck yet, but he could hope.

That morning before a mission, he was giving his Shadows a normal pep-talk. They all seemed to like it, complaining the one time he didn't do one. He gave them all a smile. It was lopsided thanks to the scar on his cheek and then they immediately said "Yup, yup!"

Gaz was staring at them, wide eyed. "Do you guys... do that often?"

Alpha 2-4 Edward, one of the newest members of his team, frowned. "Does Price not do that for you?"

"No?? Is this an American thing?"

Graves glared at him. "As their commander, I do what I can to prepare them for upcoming in missions."

Gaz nodded and slowly backed away, commenting about cult like behavior.

Graves set his jaw and sent his men out. He was now substantially more irritated than before but he wanted his Shadows mission ready. So many Shadows had died thanks to those goddamn Russians recently and even though he had made amends with the Vaqueros, that didn't undo the deaths on both sides. His numbers were low and... well...

He didn't think his heart could handle it well. He had started to refer to them by their number, as awful as it was, in some way to keep himself from getting too attached. At least until everyone was well trained and not at risk of dying.

Alpha 1-3 Charlie came back with a broken ankle, somehow, but luckily no other injuries. Graves had her arm slung over his shoulder, helping her walk. He put her into one of the med bay beds and smiled at her.

"Hey, chin up, kiddo. You did great out there."

"I broke my ankle."

"Yeah, but you did jumping on a moving helicopter! I thought we might have to circle around or have you rendezvous elsewhere!"

Charlie paused. "You wouldn't have left me behind?"

"Absolutely not." Graves smiled. "Not leaving anyone behind, yeah?"

"Yup-yup!" Charlie smiled at him.

"Exactly! We're soldiers. We get up, get shit done and then ship out again, right?"

"Right!" She smiled brightly.

Soap frowned at them. He stayed silent until Graves stepped out in the hallway. "What's with the yup-yup thing?"

"It's common in the military here in the states." Graves glared already. "She's also hurt and I was trying to comfort her."

"Yeah, yeah." Soap looked at him strangely.

"Out with it."

"You just... seem to care an awful lot about them."

"Price jokingly calls you guys his kids."

"Yeah, I know. Just... you guys are all so close. There's a ton of you. Like twelve."

Graves shook his head. "I just... Want what's best for my soldiers."

"Right. Of course. You're a good commander."

Soap still teased him about the yup-yup thing for weeks.

Ghost never said anything, but anytime he happened to be nearby when Graves started his little speeches, he'd stick around and stare. Graves was used to staying on task, but it did get a little unnerving.

Just a little.

Right as he was finishing a thing about loyalty and how they'd all pull through, Price came in. He was drinking the tea they had started keeping on hand. His deep blue eyes stared into Graves with the exact same intensity as Ghost's and he was starting to wonder if it was a British trait.

"They... enjoy your speeches?" He asked when they wrapped up.

Graves shrugged. "Seemed to, yeah. Why?"

"Tried doing that to the 141 once and failed miserably. Pep talks and all that. Don't think they're the type that benefits from them."

"Doesn't seem like it, but you have good control on them without it."

Price smiled and sipped his tea. "Thanks. Mostly had to beat it into them."

Graves chuckled. "Had a few soldiers like that. Sometimes, beating is necessary."

"You seem pretty talented with just your words. I can see how you founded your company. Very charming."

Graves blushed. "Thank you, sir. I can see how you became a Captain."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #cod #captain john price #phillip graves #kyle gaz garrick #johnny soap mactavish #simon “ghost” riley

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biggerbetterbat · 6 months

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WITH YOU [24] SORRY, BROTHER

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Charlie finds out that one person know about her secret. The group has to decide what to do with Randall. A tragedy happens.

Warnings: language, character's death, blood, animals death, agnst

Song: idk IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE SONG HIT ME UP

A/N: Hello ;) Update: I love making edits. Thank you for your activity here, I love getting notifications from you. Only two chapters to end the Act!!!! As usual I hope you like the chapter!

"Boy there's got a gang, 30 men," said Daryl as he appeared near the fire as he was done talking with Randall. "They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna...they're gonna wish they were."

Charlie looked down at his hands which were covered in blood and bruised. Carol seemed to see the same as she asked. "What did you do?"

"Had a little chat." he shrugged and threw Charlie a look as he was passing her.

"No one goes near this guy," Rick said out loud.

"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori asked.

"We have no choice." he shook his head. "He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat."

"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked terrified as he heard those words.

"It's settled." Rick ignored him. "I'll do it today."

He was sitting away from everyone, pouring water on his hands, to clean them from blood. It was visible that he was in pain, but he tried everything so his face wouldn't show this. Charlie sighed at his stubbornness to ask Hershel for painkillers or something, so she did that."Let me help you."

"I don't want your help," he said.

"I didn't ask." she rolled her eyes. "Give me your hand."Daryl was looking at her like a scared kitten that got stuck in a tree, so she reached for his wrist and brought it closer to her. "Why you're so stubborn."

"Because I can handle it."

Charlie opened a bottle with disinfection liquid and he was ready to feel the painful pinching, but it never came. She poured some liquid on the cloth and delicately placed it on the wound. As soon as she picked the cloth she brought his hand closer to her lips, blowing cool air on it.

"You're good with this," Daryl said, examining her face. "Let me guess...one of your brothers?" he said as she was opening her mouth.

"Will," she said. "He had a bad temper and always was in the middle of the fight. Then Zac was trying to help him and usually ended up just like you. With his hands all in blood," she explained. "You did something like this?"

By this, she meant interrogating or rather torturing Randall.

"No," he answered. "It's my first time. But I saw people do this."

She looked at him.

"My brother had many friends."

"And they taught you how to open a beer with a shoelace?" Charlie smiled.

Daryl smirked and shook his head. "They taught me many things."

The weather was strange that day. When the sun was hidden behind the clouds it was cold, but as soon as it showed up again the heat was hard to bear. Charlie was walking towards the house to drop off a bag with equipment she used on Daryl's hands. She felt a smile creeping up her face at the thought of the man. He was acting like a puppy that was kicked out of the house, so now it was hard for him to trust others.

"Charlie," Dale called her name when she was passing the RV by.

She sighed because she knew why he wanted to talk with her. "It's not up to me, Dale."

"But if we gather more people it will be up to us," said Dale.

"And what's your reason?"

"A reason?" he opened his eyes wider not believing that she even asked for a reason to save someone's life.

"Well, Rick said he's a threat. And Daryl just confirmed this," she answered.

"He's a young man, Charlie. We can make him a part of our group just like we did to you." he reasoned.

"Woah, woah. Stop your horse." she gasped and stopped her steps. "I had one gun without any bullet and five knives, not 30 men ready to kill you."

"Think about your brothers!" he called after her, making her stop in her tracks. "You would like them to have a chance!"

"My brothers are dead," she said. "And they were good people. They wouldn't join some assholes like him."

"You can be a good person and make mistakes," he said and looked her in the eyes. "You're a good person, but made some mistakes, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said and turned away.

Dale followed her. "Irma, my wife, was a fan of this one breakfast TV, where she was watching this lovely and sweet girl."

Charlie once again stopped in her tracks but didn't look at him. Her heart stopped beating.

"She was sick, so she had a lot of time to scroll through the channels, and one morning she found you. She started calling you her daughter as she fell for your warm smile and kind eyes," he said.

She looked at him, expecting what he could tell her.

"Sometime before her death, she wrote a letter for you. But it was sent back, not opened." he said."After she died I wanted to meet you and talk with you. That's what my wife would like. It was her dream." he said. "In the meantime, the virus happened and I saw you inviting people to the refuge center, that was my chance." he smiled at the memory. "But it wasn't safe like you said. I barely made it out alive. You lied."

She tightened her lips."I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You lied to people. Lead them to death," he said. "But you're not a bad person. You had your reasons."

"Randall can lead us to death just like I did back in Atlanta," she said finally admitting what Dale accused her of. There was no point in acting like she had no idea what he was talking about. Dale knew.

"But we can change that!" he said. "You can redeem yourself for lying."

"Listen," she closed her eyes. "I did what I did, it's done. My punishment is living with this and you don't have to remind me of any of that," she said firmly. "You say Randall is my redemption? I say all of you are. I'm trying to help you all, so we can all survive. That's my redemption. Caring for people that I consider friends. Not some random guy that can get us all killed. That's my redemption!" she said. "And I did get the letter from your wife. But I just didn't feel like responding. See? I'm not a good person. Just like Randall isn't one. So maybe instead of convincing everyone, you should try just open your eyes."

At sunset, everyone gathered in Hershel's living room to decide what to do with their prisoner. It wasn't the most comfortable situation, because being the one to decide whether someone should live or die was cruel. Randall was probably terrified in that shed, all alone, in fear of what they could do to him or if walkers were somewhere around.

"How's your hand?" Charlie whispered to Daryl, as she stood next to him.

"Hurt like a bitch." he said. "I'll live. Don't worry."

She smiled and looked around the room, checking if everyone's present already. "So how do we do this? Just take a vote?" Charlie asked when the silence was killing her.

"Does it have to be unanimous?" Andrea asked nodding her head.

"How about majority rules?" Lori said.

"Well, let's just see where everybody stands, then we can talk through the options," Rick answered.

"Well, where I sit, there's only one way to move forward," said Shane in a firm voice.

"Killing him. Right?" Dale snapped. "I mean, why even bother to take a vote? It's clear which way the wind's blowing.

"Well, if people believe we should spare him," said Rick. "I wanna know."

"Well, I can tell you, it's a small group...maybe just me, Glenn, and Charlie," Dale said looking at the mentioned people.

"Look, I..." Glenn looked down and then at the old man. "I think you're pretty much right about everything all the time, but this..."

"They've got you scared!" the old man interrupted. "Charlie?"

"He's not one of us," said Charlie. "And we've...we've lost too many people already."

Dale opened his eyes even wider in disbelief, turning his attention to Maggie. "How about you? Do you agree with this?"

"Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?" she asked Rick with furrowed eyebrows.

"Just another mouth to feed."

"It may be a lean winter." Hershel nodded.

"We could ration better." reasoned Lori.

"Well, he could be an asset." Dale tried to make a point. "Give him a chance to prove himself."

"Put him to work?"

"We're not letting him walk around."

"We could put an escort on him." "Who wants to volunteer for that duty?"

"I will," Dale said immediately.

"I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy," Rick said.

"He's right."

"I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up," said Lori.

"We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labor." Andrea rolled her eyes.

"Look, say we let him join us, right? Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice," said Shane. "We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men."

"So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?!" Dale gasped. "If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. The rule of law is dead. There's no civilization."

"Oh, my God," Shane said in awe.

"Could you drive him further out?" "Leave him like you planned?"

"You barely came back this time." Lori protested. "There are walkers. You could break it down. You could get lost."

"Or get ambushed," Daryl added.

"They're right." Rick nodded. "We should not put our own people at risk."

"If you go through with it, how would you do it?" Carol asked. "Would he suffer?"

"We could hang him, right?" Shane looked at Rick. "Just snap his neck."

"I thought about that." Grimes nodded. "Shooting may be more humane."

"And what about the body? Do we bury him?" T-Dog wondered.

"Hold on, hold on, hold on." Dale raised his arms. "You're talking about this like it's already decided."

"You've been talking all day, going around in circles," Daryl answered to Dale in annoyance. "You just wanna go around in circles again?"

"This is a young man's life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation!" he snapped. "Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him? You saved him and now look at us. He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?"

"We all know what needs to be done."

"No, Dale is right," Rick said. "We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility..."

"So what's the other solution?" Andrea asked, interrupting Rick.

"Let Rick finish," Lori said.

"I'm so done with this conversation," Charlie muttered under her nose and Daryl looked at her with a nod.

"We haven't come up with a single viable option yet. I wish we could." Rick said.

"So let's work on it!" Dale tried to convince them.

"We are!"

"Stop it. Just stop it." Carol silenced everyone. "I'm sick of everybody arguing and fighting I didn't ask for this."

"Yeah. I agree with Carol." Charlie said. "You can't ask us to decide something like this.

"Please decide...either of you, both of you...but leave me out." Carol nodded.

"Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference." the old man said.

Charlie opened her eyes wider at his accusation and opened her mouth wider.

"All right, that's enough," she said to Dale and was ready to throw hands- at least that's what Daryl thought, he was afraid that she would actually punch the old man so he held her by her wrist.

"Anybody that wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance," Rick said, looking around.

"You once said that we don't kill the living," Dale said.

"Well, that was before the living tried to kill us."

"But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were...the world that we knew is dead." the old man said. "And this new world is ugly. It's...harsh. It's...it's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in, and I don't believe that any of you do. I can't. Please. Let's just do what's right. Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?"

"He's right." Andrea finally gave in. "We should try to find another way."

"Anybody else?" Rick asked and looked at Charlie.

"I'm with Carol," said Charlie, shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever she decides, there's where my vote is."

"Are y'all gonna watch too?" Dale asked sarcastically. "No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being. I won't be a part of it," he said and as he passed Daryl, he placed a hand on his arm. "This group is broken."

When Rick was back with Carl, she knew the kid made trouble. They didn't hear a shot, so obviously something went wrong...and obviously that something happened because of Carl. She just knew. The look in Rick's eyes that was showing worry and his grip on the kid made it completely clear. Then he said that Randall would be in custody, which confirmed that something changed his mind. Shane was clearly angry about this, but he just passed everyone and sat down by the fire.

Andrea on the other hand was very happy and wanted to find Dale to share the happy news. Charlie offered her to help with finding him, so it would be quicker.

Was she happy that they didn't kill Randall? She didn't mind, because his life didn't mean anything to her. She didn't even talk with him and she had to worry about her people. But to Dale, it was a big deal, so she was determined to find him...and apologize for not backing him up back in the house...and maybe, just maybe, try to convince him to keep his mouth shut about what she did. Charlie saw him walking through the fields with his gun on the back. "Dale! Dale wait!"

"Why?!" he yelled. "So you can tell me all the details of the execution? No thank you," he said and raised one of his arms, so she knew that he was passing the offer.

"Dale! Wait!" she yelled after him and started jogging towards him. It was hard due to the high grass and he was much ahead of her. She placed her foot on the ground after making a big step and immediately she felt that the grass was strange, more slippery. Charlie looked down and saw that she stepped in a puddle...a puddle of blood. Fear. That's how she felt when her eyes looked up and saw a cow or rather what was left of it. She didn't have a gun, the only weapon was her knife...and that just seemed not enough. "Dale, wait for me!"

He stopped, but not after her pleas, no. He stopped once he saw another dead cow. She looked down one more time at the guts that were falling out of the cow. Something that ate her must have been really hungry because the cow was almost all gone. Charlie looked up.

In that moment her heart stopped.

The man probably realized what was going on and his intention was to get them both away from the field. When he turned to call Charlie and voice his concerns he found himself face to face with a disgusting beast. Its face was still covered in cow's blood, but apparently, two animals weren't enough and it was starving to have Dale as a desert. "Charlie!"

But she was stuck. First of all, she had just her knife, and the Walker seemed more aggressive than normal. It was stronger and faster due to its dinner party before. She wanted to help that was out of the question, but at that particular moment, a thought ran through her brain. If Dale was dead, her secret would be safe, no one would know about her crimes and she wouldn't have to put herself in danger. But that thought was quickly followed by another thought. The exact same way of thinking created this whole mess. She wanted safety and she lied to everyone, she led hundreds of people to death for her own safety.

"DALE! No!" she yelled and started to run towards him."Help! HELP!"

Dale was trying to hold it back, but the force the Walker was pushing onto him made both of them fall. The man let out a call that sounded like Charlie and tried to push away the Walker.

"HELP! HELP! HERE!" she was yelling.

When he heard her screams there was no hesitation. His body switched to the autopilot as he started running in the direction of her. All he had in mind was her and what was going on right now. His heart was biting hundred a mile and the fear was just making him run even faster.

"CHARLIE!" Daryl screamed.

Dixon was scared. Just three days ago they lost Sophia and they couldn't save her, so now that he was hearing Charlie's screams he knew that he had to do whatever it took to help her. Because he couldn't lose her.

The moment Charlie was right next to Dale, was the moment she saw a picture that made her freeze as panic was overflowing her body. She wanted to push the Walker away and kill him, but she had never seen anything like that in her life. The dead didn't bite Dale as it couldn't reach him, so it ripped him open. His insides were visible, guts falling out and blood just pouring from him like from a cup. She was frozen once again. Charlie wanted to move, but just couldn't. That could have been her instead of Dale.

Strong tackle made the Walker fall from Dale and a smooth hit in the head killed it for good."Help! Over here! Help! Run!" Daryl waved to the others. "Charlie don't look!"

But she couldn't, she was so scared that she couldn't make herself turn away. Dale was dying because of her.

"Oh, my God. Oh, God. Alright just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right?" Rick said as he kneeled next to Dale. "Okay, hold on now. Get Hershel! He needs blood. We got to operate now!"

There were more and more people coming to the scene, they were gasping and sobbing as they realized what happened. Andrea dropped to her knees and started crying. Sobbs were mixing in the air with Dale's whimpers.

"What happened?" asked Hershel when he finally arrived.

"I tried to warn him. I was running so fast, but I couldn't make it. When I was here he was already..." Charlie tried to tell everyone what happened.

"What can we do?" Rick interrupted her.

"Dale, it's gonna be okay." Glenn tried to assure the man.

"Can we move him?" Rick asked.

"He won't make the trip." Hershel shook his head.

"You have to do the operation here," Charlie demanded through the tears.

"Glenn get back to the house." Rick nodded and was ready to command everyone, but when he saw Hershel's face that was just screaming that there was nothing they could do, he screamed. "NO!"

"He's suffering," Charlie said.

"Do something!" Andrea demanded.

Daryl turned Charlie's shaking body, so it was facing back to Dale. Her head was still turning towards the man, so Daryl just hugged her tight to his body and whispered in her ear. "Don't look."

She hugged him back and her body was convulsing in sobs. She just couldn't stop crying, because she couldn't save Dale, if only she was faster. One of his hands was holding her neck to prevent it from turning and he tangled his fingers in her braided hair.

"Sorry brother," said Daryl.

Gunshot.

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avisisisis · 2 years

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Rottmnt Headcanons!! (2)

Leo listens to girl in red because April once forced him to and he fell in love with all the songs. When hanging out, they put girl in red in the background.

Raph has a lot of plushies from his childhood. He doesn't play with them anymore, but they're still they're and he would never give them up (haha just like me fr!!)

There was this one time where the turtles wanted pizza and instead of just ordering like any normal person they crashed a stranger's kitchen and stole every pizza related thing. It's still an unsolved crime.

Donnie always had problem with touching, but it got a lot worse after the movie. Now he doesn't let anyone hug him, slap him or anything. Especially on his shell. He feels bad for flinching when people try to hug him. The others tell him that they don't mind and they get it. He's really grateful for that.

When they were younger, Splinter got these really depressing episodes where he couldn't even get out of bed. Raph was the one to take care of them when this happened. The worst ones could last weeks.

Splinter didn't want to get attached to the turtles, so he tried to be as distant as possible whole still being a good caretaker. Also, he gave them as much freedom as possible because of how he didn't have any growing up, but since he never wanted to be with his grandfather he didn't think they would want to be with him. Which is why he was so surprised when four little children came into his room crying because he wouldn't play with them.

After explaining the whole future thing to Casey, she ran into the Lair, deciding to test her son. He passed immediately.

The twins have their own version of the Lair Games which they play everyday to decide who's the oldest. It can change from rock papper scissors to a fight to the death (Raph always stops them before they actually do anything).

The boys chose their own names. Splinter was reading them a book, and Donnie mentioned the fact that they don't have actual names, just weird color nicknames. So, Splinter tells them to find a name they like and make it their own. They decided to go by the names they have now because they wanted to match.

They all love Brooklyn 99 because I love Brooklyn 99.

Everytime they talk about “the family”, they include April, because she's their sister.

There was this one time where April didn't have anyone to go to the school dance with so Leo joined the school a few months before and went with her using Sunita's cloaking brooch (he had to fight Donnie because he also wanted to go to school).

Mikey tried to give Big Mama a redemption arc like he did with Draxum, but he didn't manage to fully do it so they now visit eachother once a week while still fighting whenever they're on duty.

The Krang is basically the only thing Leo won't joke about. They found out when Donnie said that “the last fun thing I did was two months ago and it was becoming a fucking Krang spaceship” and Leo stared at him for the next ten minutes.

Whenever Mikey or Leo go quiet, Raph is alone and Donnie is handling dangerous weapons without adult supervision it's because something is going down.

April is the only one who has a normal sleep schedule because her mom won't let her stay awake too late.

Mayhem thinks the family is stupid, but he loves them anyway. Sometimes.

Raph screamed when Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago kissed and everyone else worried.

Leo and Raph are basically the scene where Jake says “if I run at Terry he'll most likely catch me in his arms”. Raph would catch anyone else, but it's only Leo the one who throws himself at him.

April goes to the Lair almost everyday and complains about school with any of the boys. They always listen to her rants.

Leo figured out that he had adhd when April told him that she thought he had it. He never got the chance to get an actual diagnosis so he felt like he wasn't even if the sings were all there and he could see them.

Sunita found everyone a therapist at the Hidden City. Her name's Charlie and they all like her.

Donnie likes to threaten people he doesn't like. He also threatens Leo, but he doesn't actually mean them.

Because of being in contact with eachother when they were mutated, the turtles have traits of the other's species. That's why Donnie can go into his shell, why he has purple marks, why Raph's isn't as spiny as he should be, why their colors are different from the original species, etc.

Red eared sliders comunicate with vibrations, so Leo does this really low vibration thing when he feels happy, pleased or just when he's in a good mood that April calls purring no matter how much he complains about it.

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rise of the tmnt the movie #i started watching brooklyn 99 a day ago #i'm at the middle of season two #the episode where jake meets sophia i think?#anyways. it's great and i love it #so now the family watches it too because i want to #avis talks

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Cursed

An Au where Grace never gets shot, Charlie is someone else's kid, Tommy is as shitty as a husband as he is in canon (a man with three girlfriends who don't know about each other as he dates them at the same time isn't likely to be monogamous after marriage even if he did love his wife)

Part two

Much like Eight Pounds, this will be a two part story with no happy ending

Gif by @kaq-4

Cw: mentions of suicide,cheating, murder, blood and ghosts

They were happy the first few months.

She tries to be the wife she was with Clive, she tries to be the mother her was, but it doesn’t work.

He isn’t happy with her no matter how much he lies and tells her otherwise.

“Did you think Karma wouldn’t find you?” Clive mocks her as she sees the looks and the touches going on between her husband and the Russian Duchess.

“You killed me, Grace, me, the only man who wanted you as you were. Have fun being the frigid wife and the piss poor mother, love.” The ghost laughed at her pain.

“Tell me, Gracie dear, does Tommy Shelby know your bastard is not his, or even mine? You’re gonna join me when he finds out that Charlie is the seed of my best friend and my best man at our wedding, Jack.”

“Mrs. Shelby, I was just telling Thomas how great you look with my sapphire on your neck.” Tatiana says with a sickeningly sweet voice.

She talked as of Thomas was hers and she’d just loaned him to Grace for the moment.

It hurts, hurts more when she sees Tommy is annoyed that she’d come and join the conversation.

“The sapphire was part of the payment for his services.” The innuendo isn’t lost on her.

He is fucking her; Clive laughs at her from behind. The Russian aristocrat. Do you think the man who was fucking the whore and the horse trainer while fucking you was going to be loyal to you?

You shouldn’t have come back; a voice tells Grace. Could’ve been happy with Charles in New York.

Weeks turns to months and when her husband is shot in the head, Grace finds out that Lizzie Stark knows all the codes and is to be the one who runs the company with Michael and Polly while he is ill.

He trusts a prostitute more than he will ever trust you, a voice tells her.

“I love you, Grace, but you wouldn’t be able to handle all of it. I can barely keep my head out of the water on a normal workday.” he says when she asks him why he hadn’t allowed her to step in and help.

“Did you think he was going to trust you after what you did?” Clive appears over her shoulder as she tries to help Tommy only to have the office door shut to her face.

So, Grace devotes her time to charity and Charles who is starting to take after his real father, Jack Nelson, each day.

Jack had been her comfort in New York, he had reminded her so much of Tommy that she began an affair with him. An affair that she continued when he followed her to London and his wife none the wiser.

Same Jack that had been Clive’s best friend since they were both children in Scituate, Massachusetts. They were like brothers, and it had been knowing that Grace had been fucking Jack for the past two years what drove Clive to his death.

She had felt confident that Tommy was the father of her son, but Tommy had been careful each time because of his distrust of her. Jack did not care, Jack had six children with his wife and more with the women he frequents.

Charles Shelby was his ninth child out of wedlock.

Something Grace will take to her grave.

At the opening of her charity, she is distracted by the gossip she hears while she is in the powder room.

“My cousin thinks no one knows she lied to Thomas. Everyone can see the boy doesn’t look like him. He suspects, his aunt told Michael who asked me if Grace had been with other men aside from poor old boring Clive.” Charlotte tells Linda, same Linda Shelby who has a bone to pick with her.

Linda had taken the female workers on strike with Polly’s permission two weeks after Tatiana Petrovna let everyone know the sapphire Grace had worn had been in her cunt, just like Tommy.

“We weren’t going to ask you for permission, we know what you think about people like us.” Arthur’s wife had said as she stood her ground. “You think that because he married you, we would forgive you, but the people of Small Heath will never fucking forgive the cruel bitch who set the coppers on Freddie Thorne the night his son was born.”

“She was seeing this man named Jack, oh he was so good looking, just like Tommy. You know, dangerous gangster type. He was in London too when Clive died, his wife, Rose said the men had argued the evening before. Something about a great betrayal, but Rosie Nelson won’t say anything.” Charlotte goes on and Grace is forced to hide in the stall until they leave.

If Linda knows, if Polly Knows, then Thomas will find out.

So, the Irish woman races against time, praying that Linda won’t open her bloody mouth before she gets there.

And because she was too busy covering up her sin, the Catholic Irish Priest takes her boy.

Grace cannot breathe, the room spins as the cacophony grows louder and the flashing of the cameras make her see Clive hanging from a noose every time she closed her eyes.

“Did you think Karma wouldn’t find you?” the dead man says as the world turns black.

Charles is to be returned to her by Michael.

Tommy refused to allow her to help after he caught her telephoning the police.

“They won’t help us; you are their enemy now.” Lizzie tells her as they hide out in Tommy’s Digbeth office.

Home isn’t safe.

Until the job is done, they are to stay at 6 Watery Lane.

It could be between a day or a week.

That is all Tommy tells her before leaving her with Lizzie Stark who knows Tommy better than Grace ever will.

“I could’ve gone with Michael and saved my boy.” She tells the tall green-eyed woman who only looks at her with pity.

Her lover, some Italian named Angel, had been killed and yet, Lizzie Stark looks at Grace Shelby with pity.

“He wouldn’t have let you. Tommy doesn’t want you involved, he said you agreed to that when you got married. You’re his wife, just that.” The whore turned secretary shakes her head.

“Imagine when he finds out that baby boy is some other man’s bastard.” Clive whispers as noon turns to evening and evening into midnight.

If you give me my son back, I will tell Tommy the truth. She swears to who ever is out there.

Its nearly dawn when Michael brings her baby boy hidden inside his bloody coat.

Tommy shows up hours later, having braved a tunnel for the son that isn’t his.

It’s then she knows he can never know.

When the police break into the house and takes his family away, Grace knows that a deal is a deal.

“You’re not the father, Grace fucked another man in London while she was fucking you on the side! Charlie’s real father is a married man named Jack!” Linda shouts at Tommy as she fights for Arthur with all the strength she has.

“I can explain, Thomas.”

And so, she does. Grace comes clean as they watch his family be punished for job, she never will know the details of.

#tommy shelby x grace burgess #grace x tommy #tommy x grace #two part story #anti-grace-burgess #anti-grace-shelby

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Promptober: Day 10

Let's Make a Deal | CC!Charlie Slimecicle X Reader

Prompt: "Zombie"

(wc: 996)

Tw: Zombies (is that a trigger warning?), mentions of death.

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I gasp, seeing the building before me. In a world where the undead outnumber the alive, it's quite rare to find a structure in a decent condition. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of the flesh-eating monsters.

Their appearance is enough to make you lose your lunch if you're not careful. I step through the doors of the abandoned grocery store, weapon in hand. I find the bow to be most effective against this particular enemy.

Even the training arrows can slow them down for a moment. My eyes survey the empty building. The shelves are empty. Well, almost. All the food is gone, but a few non-essentials are left behind. Such as sponges, pens, coffee cups, you know. They're almost out of those too, but I'll take what I can get.

After roughly checking the store, it's determined that I'm alone. The only real thing of value left over is a half-empty package of water. There's still five bottles. I pack all of them up in my backpack. Just as I zip up the bag, a soft pitter-patter starts of the roof.

After a few minutes, the rain is coming down hard. It looks like I'm staying here for a bit. It's probably better to sleep here than in a tree. That bruise from yesterday has been a quite annoying all day.

I set my backpack in the very back corner of the store, which happens to be in the pharmacy. It still has that odd pill sent in it. That and dust. I unpack my blanket and cover up with it. My blanket is one of the only things I was originally able to pack.

My hand gently rests on the handle of my pocketknife. It's the only weapon I trust myself to not set off in my sleep. In the movies the main character never dies from tiny mishaps like that, so why should I?

And typically, the main character in the movies is in a group of survivors, or something. Even if it's just a flashback you're shown, they were once part of something. Sadly, that's not me. I came into this world alone; I'm going to make my exit alone too.

I have met a few people before, but they weren't out to help me. That's an understatement. They were rather out to hurt me. Take food, water, something. It's never worked out for them.

I normally have troubles falling asleep, but it wasn't too bad tonight. It was actually quite easy for once. In a matter of fifteen minutes or so I could feel myself start to drift off.

"Hey." I can barely hear someone whisper. The male's voice is light, almost airy. "You alive?" The voice says a little louder. Something softly tugs at the blade in my hand. I startle awake, ripping the weapon away from whoever's there, holding it up in a defensive manner.

The next thing I know, my arm is being twisted into some awkward position, making me release the knife with just a small pull. My eyes meet the other person's.

They're an icy light blue color. The right lens of his glasses is a bit chipped, and his cheek bares a tiny cut. "Hello, I'm Charlie." Charlie says with a smile, placing my pocketknife just out of my reach.

"Hi— I'm Y/n." Charlie hums, standing up. "We don't get a lot of visitors around here." He claims, holding out his hand for me to grab. I do, and he helps me to my feet. "What do you mean by we?" I ask.

"Only me, myself, and I, of course," He replies with a small chuckle.

Charlie turns out to be a pretty good guy. He used to be a part of a group. They called themselves "The Chuckle Boy's", in honor of the podcast of which they ran together.

There was Ted, the leader of the three. He also was the one who was picked on the most. Then there was Schlatt. He was the jokester. He did most of the picking on. Then there was Charlie. He... I'm not too sure about his role. Come to think of it, he didn't want to talk about himself too much.

Charlie claims the three of them were sitting around in a studio, while the out-break begun. The news interrupted their recording session, and unluckily, for them it started in L.A. That's also where I live.

I first heard about it while I was watching a movie. Just got home from work and was just trying to settle in. Little did I know I wasn't going to be doing much settling in the foreseeable future. Anyways, Charlie says he got separated from the group shortly after they saw the first zombie on the streets.

He claims he's been staying in this very store, awaiting the days where the "monsters" (as he calls them) have all died, or until he thinks it's safe enough to come out. The whole times he's been in here I've been wandering the streets, looking for some life form to become friends with.

Mind you, it's been three months. I lost track of the exact date though.

Same with time, but with the position the moon is in, I'd have to say it's roughly twelve o'clock. I first fell asleep at dusk. "Y/n?" Charlie says. "Yeah?" I redivert my attention to him from the moon.

"Can we make a deal?" "What kind of deal?" I ask. "Well, if you want to stay here with me, I think we should have a little agreement. What do you think about, no secrets, no lies, and no betrayal," He proposes, holding out his pinky finger. "Sounds reasonable," I agree, linking both our littlest figures with each other's.

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Maybe I'll do a part two soon. It was originally supposed to be longer, but I got a little bored with it.

#charlie slimesicle x reader #chuckle sandwich #promptober #day 10 #dream smp #dreamsmp x reader #dream #charlie #slimecicle

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OK now it's real Michael trauma time.(Talking to William causes trauma for everyone!)

"Michael?" It was definitely William's voice it had an electronic ting to it but it was still him. Michael wanted to faint just hearing that voice again sent a silver down his spine. 'I'm guessing it to you- there how are you?" Michael didn't know what to say he wanted to run as far and fast as he could. "I'm honestly quite disappointed with you Michael you didn't send me a single letter.. Were you too busy galavanting with your British girlfriend..." For a second Michael was confused then he realized William was talking about Claudia who had gone back to watching the TV. "Is just some random girl in the lobby father..." Michael felt like a little kid again.. Weak and powerless against his father."Good... I hope Elizabeth is well I saw her on the television quite... impressive" Elizabeth Michael would never let that monster on the other side of the phone touches little sister again. "Don't talk about her"He heard a sigh from the other side of the phone."Why did you have to go sweeping around at Bethany's house interfere with our plan? If everything had gone right you'd be in a safe warm bed right now..." "Don't act all innocent we both know you would have turned her into one of your monsters if I didn't intervene!" Michael could hear William Begin to Anger through the phon "I have plenty of Experimental subjects... I don't need to do something so barbaric on my own daughter... You on the other hand it'll be fun to see what can actually make you feel pain...."

Michael tried his best not to freak out. Drain the trial and the proceedings to the official imprisonment Michael could Partmentalize everything.. He wasn't talking to a murderer of 6 children over the phone, he was talking to his father who was a jerk but not a murderer.. Elizabeth had been better at it she had never believed the allegations until the final slam of the judge hammer. But now there was no what if or buts he was talking to a murderer, A monster, his father.. "Oh that's shut you up.. Well let me tell you another thing Michael you aren't the 1st of your kind.. If you Give a person remnant before they die and then mix that With the suffering of their life-and-death you get a purple walking corpse.. Sure at 1st you might look human but as time goes on the body begins to deteriorate" Michael could hear his father laugh he thought this was funny, It made Michael sick. "How did you find me..." Fear boiled in Michael. William knew where he was. "Oh I've been having my people call every single shady motel in London and you happen to be in this one! I'm guessing that my sweet princess Elizabeth is in there too you haven't hurt her have you.. I wouldn't be surprised after Evan if you Killed her and stole all her remnant..." Michael was a murderer he was no better than William even if Evan seemed to sort of forgive him..." You honestly think you can fool yourself into thinking you are more than just a Beast in sheep's clothing waiting to attack... I know what you've done all the petty fights in Foster homes. Unlike the rest of us all you can do is destroy you have never created anything of worth!" Michael knew William was right he wanted to collapse into a ball and cry. Even after Everything else he had been through with Elizabeth he still couldn't handle a talk with his own dad..He looked over Claudia was still in the room pretending not to listen. "Poor Elizabeth must be terrified along with Charlie... there are only kids you know? You'd be terrified too wouldn't you being in the same room as not just a murderer but a corpse?"

William is pulling out all of the make Michael feel bad cards that he can lol. Interested to see where you'll take it random Tumblr user!

Mike couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the phone down on the receiver. Ignoring Claudia’s questions, Mike stormed upstairs to his hotel room. He hesitated at the door because of all of William’s word swirling around in his head… that he was a murder and that Elizabeth and Charlie must be terrified of him… the only reason he didn’t walk away from the hotel completely because if he left he wouldn’t be able to protect Elizabeth from the animatronics no doubt still stalking him. He did his best to act like everything was normal when he opened the door and went inside.

Apparently he failed because Elizabeth took one look at him and asked, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

#soniccrazygal answers #fnaf story crafting

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I'm finally gonna read Heartstopper! I always thought it was on Webtoon or something but no-Tapas!

Hi Ash!!!!

Yay!! I hope you like it!! Nick and Charlie are an adorable couple and Alice handles with things so well!!

As far as I know you can read it both on Webtoons and on Tapas.

Also, other book that I think you might like is Morte e Vida Severina (Severian death and life). I've been wanting to send you an ask talking about it for sometime but I kept forgeting....

It was written between 1954 and 1955 and it talks about the hardships of the life on the Northeast of Brazil, more especifically in the Sertão Nordestino. That area is basically a desert. The books is written like a poem, and it is basically how every aspect of life there is shaped by well death. I was listening to the begining of the book and it was so nice to hear the rhymes.

The book starts with the protagonist, Severino, saying how he doesn't have a last name so to differenciate him for the others Severinos that live there you need to say Severino, son of Maria. And then he says how there are tons of Severinos, sons of Marias so you need to say he is Severino, son of Maria of the dead Zacarias. But this is still not enough to difirenciate him because in the place he lives there are 5 other Severinos, sons of Marias of different dead Zacarias. So in the end there is no way to differenciate him.

Then he says the following:

Somos muitos Severinos iguais em tudo na vida: na mesma cabeça grande que a custo é que se equilibra, no mesmo ventre crescido sobre as mesmas pernas finas e iguais também porque o sangue, que usamos tem pouca tinta. E se somos Severinos iguais em tudo na vida, morremos de morte igual, mesma morte Severina: que é a morte de que se morre de velhice antes dos trinta, de emboscada antes dos vinte, de fome um pouco por dia (de fraqueza e de doença é que a morte Severina ataca em qualquer idade, e até gente não nascida).

We are Severinos the same in everything in life: in the same big head that it is difficult to balance, in the same womb on the same thin legs and the same also because the blood, that we use little ink. And if we are Severinos the same in everything in life, we die the same death, same death Severina: which is the death of which one dies of old age before thirty, ambush before twenty, hungry a little a day (of weakness and illness is that Severina's death attacks at any age, and even unborn people).

During the whole poem he meets with other Severinos and with death.

I don't know if this is the kind of book you'd like to read, but if one day you get the chance it is very interisting.

#ask #i can be your blorbo #heartstopper #morte e vida severina

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TROPIC THUNDER DIRECTOR EXPLOSION

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He was a friend in school and it still is and he saved my life and it wasn't that bad and people said it too but your injury looks bad but not bad enough so I kind of pull it out and I know how to do that and while I was doing it you had this horrifying look on your face no you were doing it before and I know what they look means and it means you need to die permanently and the horrified look went to nasty nastiness. You're an evil person this certainly seems real and you can see you earlier acting like you it was hard to pinpoint you but I want you dead for what you did and you're going to die not too long from now cuz you're having us mix it up with these guys cuz you're a loser

Danny and that's one of my names and he remembers it from somewhere it's also not Carlo I'm David Bowman's he had a lot of fun talking about the instrument that I played it was very curious and he wants to know about it if the mandolin and mandolin is the name of one of his mom's characters I'm disguise to someone else and you come out and you're gone and you think you're inside his body and I'm inside yours and a whole bunch of dumb s*** like that and your body is blown to bits and people need that because it's not really your body and I say it too

So you threaten me with a shovel because I stopped you from killing Stan we're getting killed or a stupid fight cuz I'm trying to leave big ship boy Tommy f and you're a dick for what you were doing and a loser. As usually you could not handle it that day at all and you meant to impress people that you can't. This looks like you earlier in the movie it sounds like your behavior and pretty much it looks like you're all done as he's walking around in circles your grandson is stepping on what's left of you because he knows what I did to help him and I didn't know it was you who had shot him and sincerely still think that it was my brother but he can't stand you anymore and says he did the research and it's not my brother

Zues

Not like it matters you are on trial Trump and so help me God if that head comes back it's not going to have anyone's brain in it but some newbie and I don't want it. If you look at the rest of the movie you don't really see it so that's not bad cuz you're at scourge on us all of us no matter what kind you are you're a dead piece of s*** no matter what you do and you did this to your grandchild and I know it and he wants revenge and Charlie Sheen shot you and you probably hounded him every second of his life in order to make him hate you so you can try and shoot him and take his stuff and have him shoot you again you're an insane piece of s***. And Garfield beheaded him and that was in New York City and people say you ate his body others say parts of it and our friend says you ate his whole body up and you told him about it over and over and he came to me one day in tears and told me I said it's a good thing you told me it's important and I heard there are others there and I questioned him and now you're dead man Trump you don't have any rights to say stuff you're going to die this is your head it sticks the gun in there to make sure your brain is gone and you can hear it there's nothing in there by the way if your head comes back people know that you're an airhead. There's some other people there who want you dead and one of them is Tommy f and he leans over to see if the brain is gone and he's walking around in the same spot. Huge numbers of people will rejoice at your death huge numbers of people hate you nobody wants to be kind to you no one wants to put you up in their house and nobody wants you next to our friend here I don't know how the hell you're doing it yeah you're sacrificing all your people because you're a moron

Mac daddy

We wish we could wish you wish you goodbye but really we have to go through all this stupid s*** just to get rid of one idiot who's messing us all up and you're sitting next door to him saying it's him and really everything's getting messed up so what's the damn point

Charlie Sheen

You're one of us I expect you to behave better and whatever this sucks so bad and I shot him and he's embarrassed and that's what happens in our realm and I've been avoiding it and I tried to stop him by putting clues as to what happened in the future and it is I'm sitting here threatening for my life he's telling me I'm going the wrong way the whole time and I know who it is it's David Bowman's and we had it out in Europe and he's saying I'm full of s*** and I actually I am I fell over on the bike I know it was and nobody will believe me that it was David audette and he deserved to die he's killing a lot of people his brother was in trouble still thinks that he shot you but yeah I act like I did and I won't leave it alone

Trump

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Olympus

Ew gross

Thor and me too that's gross Freya for Christ's sake Trump get a hold of yourself uhhh gross

That's disgusting put yourself back together you slob who cares if people step on you in life

Nuada Arrianna hahaha my son and daughter-in-law are doing their alien routine yeah it was funny at the time he's stepping on it oh my God why would you do that to yourself Trump now we have to do it to you

I wonder if this is the band on the run

Zues 😂 hold on it's not funny and I said hahaha I didn't put the face there he did Hera

It is funny we think it is the band on the run cuz he's sailor Sam and he's singing about himself and it's a band and they used to call that and in Vietnam they're like a unit and boy I want to show you giving that guy and really we think it was JC who did the shooter shooting and we have proof if anyone wants to see it and he's still in Paris France is in the UK still

Billium

Who said he was threatening him somehow and it happened before you left and he threatened him with a gun at the cookout and it makes sense

David diamonds

Yeah I got hit a lot and I'm real stupid and mean but it's true will and Bill know who it was in Mac but they don't care anymore cuz I'm an a****** and it's true that's pretty gross

Trump

And you didn't influence me to do it and yeah you did and that's what I found out

David Bowman's

It's about greed folks and not caring about people I would never do this to any of mine not to mention people who are my family it is disgusting and repulsive

Zeus Hera

We need to hear it no we did not let's disgusting these people are gross and it's not syrup for Christ's sake that's terrible that we get it it's kind of what he was doing a lot to people

Savage opress

That's really gross really gross okay pig but for Christ's sake he deserves it and really he's doing this to all sorts of people and they just sit there like lumps on a log kind of late your whole clan up and it's his fault too

Frank Castle hardcastle

I want to put I don't want to put up with this anymore we have to get that guy he's such a dick and I guess cheeseman puts me back together and gets hit by Dave who's a complete imbecile

Mac Daddy and Trump tries to suffocate me as a big Indian tries to blame Dave who cares you're also goddamn dumb

Olympus

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ghosthorse · 1 year

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Leviathan!Cas being a slow burn big bad over the course of the first half of season 7 and having the confrontation with him be the mid-season finale. Leviathan stuff still happening in the first half of the season but Cas struggling for control while refusing to admit to Dean that anything is wrong because if he admits it then he has to admit he betrayed Dean for nothing. Dean, increasingly desperate, trying to convince cosmic allies to help. He begs Death to stop Cas somehow and when that last hail mary fails he binds Death. Cas finally admitting he needs help but Dean has spent months stewing in anger and doesn't want to forgive him. Cas dies and Dean is devastated because now he will never get to tell him. Dean hearing rumors about a healer and taking off to track him down, because he's desperate to find Cas. No one else believes this is Cas, they keep saying it's probably just some rogue angel who fled heaven's civil war. Dean spends weeks on the trail, making no progress on finding Cas or finding Dick until Charlie. He tells her a bit about Cas and her parting gift to him is where to find the healer. Dean follows her directions and sees Cas, and finally, FINALLY, he can tell him. But Cas doesn't remember him, and while Dean was looking for him he found Meg. At first Dean thinks Cas is being manipulated and lied to, but no, he knows Meg is a demon and has all along. He tells Dean that he recognized her true face and THAT hurts. It's like he betrayed Dean all over again but this time he didn't even do it on purpose, he wasn't even thinking about Dean. They're all on the run from the Leviathans, but Cas doesn't get his memory back right away. They finally find the magic bone (lol) and touching it counteracts some Leviathan magic or some shit. Cas gets his memory back. It's the night before their attack on the Leviathans. Cas has been avoiding Dean but he finds him and tries to apologize. He says I saw you raking leaves and you were finally at peace. I didn't want to disrupt that but instead of keeping you safe I hurt you and I put you in harm's way. I thought I was doing the right thing ny trying to handle it on my own but I was being selfish by not asking for help. I'm not sure what we could have done differently but at least we would have been together. And Dean says I don't know what the right move there was but I shouldn't have tried to boss you around and act like I had all the answers when I did find out because I was in over my head too. Dean tells him he forgives him. That Cas leaving him and going behind his back and refusing to talk to him made him so mad he couldn't tell him before. That watching Cas die before he could tell him that was worse than any of the months that led up to that moment. And that he doesn't want to leave anything unsaid again if they might die tomorrow. Cas says well in that case I should tell you that I love you.

They kill Dick and end up in Purgatory. Dean says well we beat these fuckers once on our turf. We can do it again on theirs. He takes Cas' hand and says together this time?

#yesterday while making lunch with my mom i was seized by this vision and hastily drafted this on my phone while trying not to burn anything #i have been rewatching season 7 but it's taking forever because i find it so un-fun and crucially cas-less #also bobby can live and sam's lucifer hallucinations get dealt with some other way ig #cas doesn't recognize dean because dean is so much a part of him that if he doesn't know who he is blah blah angel soul magic romance #spn #happy new years have a long and rambly supernatural post

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greenwood106-blog · 1 year

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Every Day Is A Good Day?

These words were the motto of a friend/mentor in my professional world. He had gone through a serious health spell, and was left to rot in the hospital. When he rebounded and got better, his feet and toes essentially had to be broken and pinned to straighten, allowing him to walk.

For years, I carried that motto. Then came the stroke. These days, it is a much more difficult task to find a day that I can feel like that motto is more than just words.

As an Atheist, my views on life & death are pretty straightforward. I have no belief on the question of where my "soul" will come to reside based on who or what I may have pledged my allegiance to. I've always believed in karma, that you get what you give.

We've all gotten a kick out of Little Nicky when Hitler is in hell and he gets a pineapple shoved up his ass as a punishment for possibly being the worst human ever on this planet. We've all talked about people who will have "A special place in hell" reserved for them.

I had a friend pass away recently, and his brother went about 9 years before, so the prevailing sentiment is "Be sure to say hello to your brother for me" or something like that. Rock N' Roll fans think of a supergroup with people like Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Randy Rhoads, John Entwistle, and Charlie Watts playing in it.

Then there's the reincarnation theory. If you lived a good life, you come back as a puppy or something deemed to have a blessed existence, where if you were an asshole, you come back as a DMV clerk or an IRS accountant.

Those theories give us the sense that this is just phase one of a larger existence and that what we do here punches our ticket for the next chapter. As I have believed for some time, it is like mourning. We don't really mourn the dead, but rather the fact that the living can no longer have them in our lives.

I have chosen to believe that we are simply a different form of animal and therefore our lives and deaths are similar. When our heart stops and the body can no longer support life, it is the end. Not a pathway leading somewhere, but that's it, no more, game over.

I may be entirely wrong, but I have nobody that left us, arrived at this afterlife destination, then came back. So, as an Atheist, I go with the simplest theory is most likely the truth.

After a 30+ year career in healthcare, nearly 20 with the same company, that company is now closing the doors and going out of business. This is the company that kept me on the payroll when I was hit with the stroke, and allowed me to return to work on a limited schedule when I returned, among countless other things.

Not surprisingly, I don't find myself independently wealthy after that time in healthcare. I've had a good income and good life, but I'm afraid not working is not an option going forward. But, I'm not able to drive, have limited movement on my right side and sound like I've been in the dentist's chair all day. Narrow's the opportunity window, right?

In August I filed for disability, thinking I would get ahead of the game. HAHAHAHA. No such luck. They tell you it could be between 5 - 8 months before they will determine if you should be approved. 3 months in they are still hovering at the beginning of the medical review.

It's a shame they have had to make the system so difficult because so much fraud has tainted them, but they should be able to look quickly at my record and see that I applied for unemployment once, and got 1 check before I was back at work. I have worked since I was 16 and my working karma should earn me this when it is needed.

So, I'll just apply for work from home. After all, one of the things we learned during the pandemic (aside from how wonderful it was on the roads) was that most of us can do our work from home. But here again, most companies want you to be able to field calls, handle the finances, balance their budgets and manage their staff with no time off. Or it's a "hybrid remote" position, meaning at least once a week you need to come to an office and speak with people who can't email or chat online.

And for the jobs that don't require all of that, there's 27,000 applicants. "We'll get back with you soon."

This is the exact reason why a life used to be considered over once you have raised and taught your children to produce and be independent, and concluded your career. Otherwise, you get to spend who knows how long being a burden to those you raised to be independent.

Having spent that 30+ years working in senior healthcare, I have watched countless lives that were dragged on way past the point of logic, partially because we don't embrace the idea that over is over and while we have no problem putting down a 9 year old dog, we can't let a human say it's their time to be done.

Now please don't think I'm seeking an injection to be done. I would never do that unless I were deemed to be beyond help. But if I went to bed tonight and never woke again, I wouldn't feel that I was robbed of a single moment. Before you read this and think this screams depression, understand the difference between looking for a rope and being comfortable with mortality. In many cases, depression means "take 2 of these and call me next week". (unless you've ever been told you could possibly be allergic to the 12 ingredients you can't pronounce without a PHD) I've contributed plenty to the medical machine already. You're welcome pharma!

I guess for me now it's every day is another day. SSDD, now there's a motto!

#mortality #disabled #system

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thebreakfastgenie · 2 years

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I’m not gonna do it bc I don’t have any new ones from the last game but what is don’t be a hero and two centimeters?

-marten

those are both West Wing fics!

Don't Be a Hero is a special fic. When I was in college I had this class called Health Psychology that I hated so I spent the whole time writing West Wing fanfiction on looseleaf but I never finished it. I typed it all up last year with the intent of finishing it but I want to rewrite it first because I can make it better. this a post series fic so snippet and better summary under the cut for spoiler reasons.

two centimeters is the general name for the AU where Josh dies in the Rosslyn shooting at the beginning of season 2 (title comes from Sam saying Josh is alive because of "two centimeters of a miracle). I don't have any of that one written, because it's a huge undertaking I'm not prepared for, but I'll see if I can do an outline snippet. More about this under the cut, spoilers only through the end of season 2.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh."

two centimeters

In the Two Centimeters universe, Sam is given the job of Deputy Chief of Staff. He's uncomfortable with it at first, and insists that his official title be Acting Deputy Chief of Staff, though he eventually grows into the role. Sam takes the gun range target from Josh's office and draws a two centimeter wide mark on its chest where Josh was shot. He keeps it as a reminder. Toby runs off every candidate for Deputy Communications Director, resulting in Sam trying to do two jobs at once before he meets Will Bailey and forces Toby to give him a chance in the job. After a few months, Donna quits, unable to handle working in the White House without Josh. Charlie convinces Debbie to be Sam's new assistant, reasoning that he needs an aunt-like figure to look after him. Later, after Mrs. Landingham's death, Charlie convinces Donna to come back and work for the president in her old position.

I have a few concrete scenes. One of them is that during an argument Leo accidentally calls Sam "Josh." Another deals with Sam receiving the NSC card and realizing Josh had one. Sam tries to give it back, and Leo tells him Josh did the same thing, but won't accept it from Sam. When Sam asks why, Leo says he's having more trouble keeping a deputy alive than he was last year. Toby become angry, believing the president and Leo haven't done enough about guns. Sam tells him to put gun control in the State of the Union and he'll convince them to use it.

This fic is outlined as a series of short fics. From the first one, Pro Patria Mori:

CJ goes back to the White House for?? something

Danny catches her in the corridor to ask about who was in charge. CJ blurts that Josh died, covers her mouth in horror, begins backpedaling. Danny assures her she’s off the record, asks what happened. She tells him. He hugs her.

and the second one, Two Centimeters:

Leo tells Toby he didn’t feel right not asking him first. (This conversation is about making Sam DCOS, but that is not immediately apparent.)

“I don’t know what you want from me, Leo. You want me to give you my blessing?” “It just didn’t feel right, not to ask you first.” “He’s an adult. He makes his own decisions.” “What do you think he’ll do?” “I don’t know.” “He doesn’t talk to you?” “He doesn’t talk to anyone anymore. None of us do.”

don't be a hero

This fic takes place during the Santos administration. Santos is speaking at a University at an awards ceremony for a professor who studies terrorism and had consulted as a counterterrorism expert for Santos. The First Lady as well as Josh and Donna (who are engaged) and Sam are all present. The professor is also Muslim, and is the target of an Islamophobic attack when a bomb goes off, which quickly sets fire to the building. Josh had left the audience to call the White House to check in, and Donna had gone to get him. Donna hurts her ankle when the bomb goes off. Josh helps her outside, but on his way he thinks he sees a girl trapped inside. While Donna is talking to the paramedics, Josh goes back into the burning building to look for the girl he thinks he saw. He is able to successfully free her, but passes out from smoke inhalation before he can follow her out the building. The girl tells the first responders she the man who saved her life is still inside. Meanwhile, Sam has been looking for Josh, and arrives just as the firefighters are bringing an unconscious Josh out of the building and finds out that he is not breathing. Josh is intubated and taken to the hospital, along with the girl, and Sam follows them. While Josh is treated for smoke inhalation, Sam looks for Donna to fill her in. A lot of the emotional meat of the story happens once Josh wakes up.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. That had to be Lou, calling with the update he was waiting for. Officially, this phone call was the reason for his position, the reason he’d sent Sam to sit in the front with the first lady and the guest of honor. Unofficially, Sam was more photogenic, and less likely to be caught on camera nervously bouncing his leg.

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They could have kept the 'You haven't changed!' dialogue in both routes, only with character animations changed, to be honest. MC being surprised in Trust Route while suspicious in Don't Trust Route. That way, Jacob's frozen appearance would have been addressed than left up to headcanon.

Unrelated, but I remember being annoyed at Bill coming and taking MC's decision to free Jacob away from them without asking and MC not reacting to it. That could have been interesting if MC got angry at Bill for freeing Jacob when MC was visibly apprehensive. (For fuck's sake, this was their beloved brother who they always committed morally questionable actions to get to, maybe ask why they are hesitating to free him first??)

Maybe he thought MC was frozen in shock and wanted to help them out. Maybe he thought MC was unable to touch the portrait. Maybe he got tired of any more pussyfooting and wanted to be done with it.

Either way, it was a missed opportunity that could have acted as a breaking point between MC and Bill since their friendship had been wobbly from Rakepick and Bill's other concerns and responsibilities. Whether it happened on the spot or in the next year, they had a lot to address and discuss about the Portrait Vault.

Oh, yeah! The young appearance issue definitely could’ve been handled like that. Seriously, it wouldn’t even need much work, just a little thinking.

Either way, it really should’ve been addressed because the way it actually happened in the game… it doesn’t work for me at all. I mean, in the Don’t Trust route, Jacob is a little whining bitch on a couple of occasions with his complaints: “How could you not trust your own brother?!”. And MC is just passive about it. I wish MC could say: “Well, I had very good reasons to be suspicious. In fact, you still didn’t explain a lot of things. For example…”.

I know, I’m asking for a lot.

As for Bill, I can’t really say I was annoyed at him. I think that he genuinely didn’t realise that something was wrong. I mean, by the time he and Charlie came in, MC was simply talking with Jacob. Like, Bill didn’t see that we hesitated before touching the column. That being said, I agree that he shouldn't act so impulsive and that it’d be good to talk about it later on. It could happen in the Vault or in the next year, just like you proposed. And one pretty good moment for such a conversation that comes to my mind is when we talked with Bill after Rowan’s death:

I mean, wouldn’t it make sense to say here that maybe MC was right to hesitate before freeing Jacob, and perhaps Bill shouldn’t just free him instead without any consideration?

Still, I suppose that something that bothers me more about Bill and the events of the Portrait Vault is that we never really talked about his relationship with Rakepick. Sure, we had that one scene by the end of Y5 where Bill was upset in the DADA classroom, but… we didn’t really discuss anything. Even when he told us that he got a job at Gringotts, we totally ignored the fact that Rakepick was helping him to get this job. He said so himself in Y5Ch12, during the Library fight scene:

Rakepick did quite a lot for Bill, and we’re just pretending that it never happened.

Now, I think this could be used in two ways. The first one is to question Rakepick. If she’s evil, why was she helping Bill so much? What did she gain thanks to that? Is a job at Gringotts some kind of a trap? The second approach is about questioning Bill. If he was so close with Rakepick, did he possibly know about her true nature? Did he somehow help her? Can he be trusted? He never seemed to try to make MC trust Rakepick as well, but who knows what’s really going on? Sure, we – as players – would know that Bill is probably innocent because of being a canon character and whatnot. But MC doesn’t know that, so it could be pretty interesting.

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm mc #hphm jacob #bill weasley #patricia rakepick #ask #anonymous

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deanwasalwaysbi · 3 years

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Castiel - First on his mind - 13x01 - 13x05 - Destiel Canon in Early Season Thirteen

So I’m still not over this. The confession before the confession. This is the moment that I completely stopped questioning whether Destiel was canon. At the end of season 12 Dean has just lost everyone but Sam at once. There is not much whiskey spilled for Crowley, and Sam is unwilling to accept the loss of Mary, but neither of those are what Dean is focused on.

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Dean prays to god - to chuck - I think for the only for only the second time in the entire series. Dean prays in earnest for the return of Castiel. He mentions others but he has just lost his mother and yet his first demand is “and now you’re going to bring HIM back. You’re gunna bring them all back.”

Dean mentions everyone, his family, bobby, even Crowley, but he starts with Castiel. It parallels Castiel’s first version of the 15x18 deathbed confession in 12x12. “I love you. I love all of you.” A mirrored response.

Below the cut for full analysis of Dean’s prayer, grief, and closet themes in the first 1/4 of season 13.

Dean’s prayer goes unanswered and he beats the door up in a visual homage to brokeback mountain (x). It is at this point chronologically that Dean completely loses his shit. In the car on the way to the pirate stop Dean is unable to say the words out loud.

“Let’s see, Crowley’s dead, Kelly’s dead, Cass is... ... Mom’s gone, and apparently the Devil’s kid hit puberty in 30 seconds flat.”

Sam asks if Cass is really dead and unable to say those words Dean goes stoic as he can and says, “you know he is.” Dean’s upset, very upset, and that grief and anger is not focused on Mary.

Dean gains a tiny instantaneous moment of hope from a demon who then completely smashes it.

After his prayer Dean becomes completely inconsolable, an angry vengeance machine, the killer he used to project himself to be. The change is supposed to be such a plot point, such a surprise twist, that it is only revealed LATER that it happened. Such a major plot point that it must be teased and foreshadowed, with Sam asking Dean, “Dude, whatdiyou do to your hand?” Giving the viewer their third clue that Dean did not have this cut on his hand from the fight with Lucifer and Jack.

Dean spends five full episodes without Castiel after dropping to his knees beside Castiel in 12x23, and in that time we see Dean unravel.

In 13x01 he no longer cares about secrecy, immediately explaining the situation to the sheriff. We see him choosing to approach Castiel’s body alone, looking upon him with such deep pain, tenderly wrapping, pausing multiple times to steel himself so he can finish that task. Sam continues to get more and more concerned for Dean’s mental state. Dean taking out his anger and rage and grief all on newborn Jack who continues to do nothing wrong and idolizes Dean.

We see Dean drink himself under the table, rage against Sam and Jack, and actually become suicidal, killing himself in an unnecessary way with a flimsy excuse. Billie sees it and notes something has changed. He no longer believes he can win and no longer wants to live.

At the shifter Psychiatrist, Dean says that Sam is delusional because Sam won’t admit that Mary is dead, “If he admits it then it’s real. If it’s real, then he has to deal with it, and he can’t handle that.” Yet we repeatedly see Dean trails off unable to say the words that Castiel is dead. This is not how Dean has reacted to the loss of Sam, John, Mary, Charlie, or any other familial loved one.

In his loss of Castiel, Dean becomes John in the aftermath of his loss of Mary. Dean becomes the abusive father to Jack that he himself grew up with. Jack has a moment of self harm and Dean ‘comforts’ Jack by telling him he’ll kill him so he can’t hurt anyone else.

Jody’s Speech to Patience - In Contrast to Dean’s

In addition to Dean’s grief the writers show Dean struggle with his identity - with whether to stay in the closet. In the third episode of the season - Patience - Dean tells Patience to deny who she really is.

“This life, [hunting] there’s no joy in it there’s nothing but pain horror and death. So if you get a chance at normal, you take it.”

Jody corrects Dean. In disbelief. “You don’t have to listen to him, to either of them if it’s not what you really want.” Jody then talks about her daughter Claire, her gay daughter Claire.

“I asked her to stay in line, to fight who she really was ‘cause I thought it would keep her safe. It didn’t work. It never does. ... you try to force it down to make someone else happy, you will only make yourself miserable.”

If that isn’t a blatant acknowledgement of the metaphor I don’t know what is. This stopped being subtext and became... text. Jody has dropped Dean clues about overcoming toxic masculinity before. In 12x06 Jody and Dean talked about big feelings, and that conversation was preceded by Dean beings shocked that Jody could be both badass & like chick flicks at the same time. She’s been teaching him. However, this time was much more directly and specifically about coming out of the closet, about living in a way that is true to yourself.

After the loss of Castiel, the Dean that had developed over 12 years was gone - and he only returns upon the return of Castiel, right in time for tombstone.

Meanwhile we get Castiel’s side - where he is being tortured by the Empty with his love for Dean and his fear that Dean doesn’t love him in return.

Everytime Dean can't say Cas is dead I die a little inside.

"...no matter who we lost, whether it was Dad or -- or Bobby or... And I would take the hit."

"...and now Mom and ... and Cas... And I -- I don't know. I don't know."

Dean was in love with Cas. Dean is bisexual. Dean has spent 12 years unwilling to admit it.

Dean had been repeatedly lit in orange in the car rides, but the second he believes Castiel is alive his face is inexplicably relit in white light.

We then come to the final shots of the episode - where the camera COMPLETELY IGNORES SAM and focuses exclusively on zoom in reaction shots between Dean and Castiel while “It’s never too later to start all over again” plays in this conclusion to a five episode romantic longing and grief arc completely platonic reunion between two dude bros.

We also see the Orange Light / Dean’s Ongoing Fear of Loss Motif come to it’s climax, the burning of Castiel’s body (13x01), and Castiel’s return (13x05).

I legitimately don’t know what the writers thought they were doing if they WEREN’T explicitly writing a romance story.

It was much later that we learned there was an angle we never got of their reunion, where Dean was cupping Cas's face and neck in his right hand.

But we do get the look on Dean's face in 13x06 when he's able to get his arms around Cas after he's deflected and called Cas 'Pal' again, Gif via @inacatastrophicmind

Bonus - Dean’s stages of grief by @mariethalienne

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Alastor + disaster cook! S/O

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you could not cook to save your life

any attempt at cooking would result in certain failure in the best case scenario and 5.4 magnitude earthquake damage in the worst

sure, you could make edible pasta and if you really put your best efforts into it, acceptable omelette too

but anything past that level of complexity was simply out of your league, a lost cause to put it mildly

don't you even think about making a cake, that shit's dangerous

as they say: as above so below

when you landed in Hell and found yourself joining the Happy Hotel soon after, you came to find out your culinary skills had not magically improved

which is quite ironic since Charlie had made you head chef of the hotel

the string of curses which had left your lips upon hearing the news had been legendary, even for Hell

you adored the demon princess with your whole heart (or whatever was left of it anyway), bUT REALLY CHARLIE? YOU DO NOT GIVE A GUN TO A CHILD AND EXPECT CASUALTIES NOT TO HAPPEN

at this point you were certain she was subconsciously auto-sabotaging

either way, you didn't have the heart to tell her no, so you decided to put your heart and soul into trying to learn how to properly cook, which didn't turn out to be the ideal choice of words since you were in Hell and your soul was probably rotten to the core

at least, nobody could say you hadn't tried your damn best

and hey! some days your cooking hadn't even been completely sickening

you decided to stick to easy, “safe” dishes though, you know, just to be sure

so pasta and eggs were definitely a thing

a constant and repetitive thing to be precise

you were trying your best, okay? nobody in your place with your limited set of skills would have taken the job, but you did and you deserved recognition for that feat alone

or a fucking donkey hat for your skyrocketing dumbness levels

things were not so bad at first

both Charlie and Vaggie were very supportive, each one of them in their own way - even though you had totally seen Charlie trying to swallow pure unadulterated fear that one time you had announced you wanted to try to cook something more elaborate

Angel Dust on the other hand... hadn't been as considerate as to lie to your face about what he thought of your cooking

"fuck me doll, this shit's disgusting"

*insert the I don't have friends they disappoint me vine here*

Vaggie had proceeded to give Angel quite the earful while Charlie tried her best to cheer you up

you went full hermit mode on them for two days after that

you were proud of yourself, handling criticism so well

anyway, the cycle kept repeating, with the only difference that most days Angel would grab something to eat outside of the hotel and join you during meals only to blankly stare at the plates and silvery

Charlie had tried to shield you from the truth, but you weren't that stupid

you respected Angel's choice, really, you did, and you had decided to be the bigger person among the two

that's why you began to put a lil bit of laxative into his portions whenever he decided to grace your efforts and actually eat your "disgusting cooking"

y’know just to spicy things up a little

at least now he had a valid reason to complain

with the whole fiasco on live TV and the sudden and suspicious appearence of the one and only Radio Demon at your doorstep, however, things started going haywire

Alastor's presence was eeirly demanding and unsettlingly charmimg at the same time

so it was only natural for you to gravitate the fuck away from him whenever you could

you always acted politely, greeting him whenever you bumped into him through the corridors of the hotel, but you only went as far as to appear courteous because you didn't want for him to go Hannibal Lecter on you. thanks, no thanks

“and what can you do my feminine fellow?”

“I can suck your dick!”

you had snorted a bit at that which immediately shifted the strawberry pimp's attention to yourself

“and what about you, pretty dame? I take it you're in charge of the kitchens around here?”

dressed in your chef attire, you were going to meekly answer him, but before you could, roaring laughter erupted in the room. it belonged to the one and only slutty spider you found oh so irritating

in the fraction of seconds, Alastor snapped his neck at an unnatural angle to stare at the spider with a strained smile on his face

needless to say, the cursed image would forever haunt your traumatized psyche

“hasn't your mother taught you it is rude to interrupt a conversation which you have no part in? that just won't do!”

static filled the air and you feared you were going to implode if the heavy pressure didn't lift off soon enough, so you decided to take action

“ugh... yes, I'm the head chef! but, well, I... could actually use some practice and proper training?”

you hated how uncertain you sounded, but Angel's comments and your own dissatisfaction with your culinary products made you quite self-conscious about your skills

“don't fret your pretty little head about it, my dear! I, for one, am a culinary connaisseur and wonderful chef, if I do say so myself. I'll be ecstatic to guide you through your training!”

how you'd be able to handle his booming voice during hours and hours of practice was your first and main concern, but you had never been one to refuse the chance to finally prove the people who had criticized you wrong *cough cough* Angel Dust

since that day, Alastor began to personally give you cooking lessons

he was exuberant and pretty sly when it came to veiled jabs about your dreadful cooking, but he really took his time to help you out

which you had been both grateful and suspicious about

“now, we can't have our future patrons starving to death, can we?”

he was strangely patient and an overall good teacher too (emphasis on overall)

he guided you step by step through each dish, simultaneously showing off his own flawless culinary skills

you hated that you daily found yourself boosting his already GIGANTIC ego, but you couldn't help it. you could only dream about reaching that level of artistry in cooking

he always came up with creative recipes to test your limits and cooked for you in order to make you more familiar with different tastes. his mother’s were your favorites, jambalaya being his one true specialty

he had blindfolded you once and proceeded to present you with various samples of spices, oilments and all kinds of food so that you could acquaint yourself with the smells and flavors of the ingredients and figure out yourself which ones would best suit a certain dish

saying you were hesitant at first was an understatement, because you know? being completely at the mercy of a sadistic serial killer who had terrorized the seven circles of hell? not even being able to see him? not on your bucket list

he had tried to ease your nervousness with the whole “if I wanted to hurt anyone here, I would have done so already” thing, but it was getting kind of old pretty fast

“if I had been one to play with fire, I'd have joined a circus”

he found your sense of humor as endearing your sheer presence

(when he rolled up his sleeves to cook, you felt like you could catch fire any minute, you were a slut for strong skinny arms)

yes, Alastor had always loved to show off his own impeccable skills but he unexpectedly found himself enjoying the moments spent in your company too

he relished in seeing you fail again and again, but he also admired the way you always managed to bring yourself back up to your feet each time

he had yet to fully understand if it was foolishness or stubbornness to guide your steps

either way, you turned out to be his favorite form of entertainment in the hotel!

no matter how many slights would he send your way, you'd always manage to find an appropriate remark that made his permanent smile stretch a little more in sheer amusement

“oh dear, this beef is so undercooked one could still hear the poor beast’s lament”

“the only noise I hear is the obnoxious ramblings of an arrogant boomer”

he wasn't technically a boomer but it was always so satisfying to irk him with terms he had no knowledge of

during your cooking lessons, when the only thing left to do with a dish was wait and pray for the best, you'd come to talk about everything and anything

he'd talk to you about his precious New Orleans as he remembered it and you'd fill him in on recent historical/social developments of your time

he always looked so taken when you shared with him that modern knowledge and it made you feel useful for a change

it was, dare you say it, almost adorable how he'd ask you countless questions about your home town, the catastrophes of the last century and had there been any other war since his death?

the topic switches almost made you dizzy though

once or twice, when the timing allowed, he'd even indulge in a musical show to pass time

on the days your mood soured because of a particularly complicated recipe or bad result, he'd drag you along and dance until you were so distracted by the absurdness of the circumstances that you forgot about your previous sadness

with time, his musical shows became more frequent as he realized you'd always offer him a genuine smile after his flashy performances

it was out of personal indulgence, not because he liked the way his music always seemed to cheer you up

he'd not been vocal about the way he tried to comfort you, but you were grateful nonetheless

the first time you managed to succesfully complete one of his complicated recipes, you had almost cried

“now, now deary, under my watchful eye, it was only a matter of time until you'd finally blossom into a fine cook!”

“Alastor can I... can I hug you?”

and how could he say no to such an adorable expression? he found himself stunned into silence, not being able to tell you yes either, therefore you slowly came closer as if trying not to scare a wild animal away

when Alastor passively stood before you, not moving away, you wrapped your arms around him

he really was such a dorky noodle

he didn't relax into the hug, but he kept still as you relished in the moment and let the pressure you had hoarded for months now loose

Alastor proceeded to show off your dish during dinner and even Angel Dust could do nothing but shut up and dig in

The all powerful Radio Demon was simply so proud of your progress - not that he doubted you'd prevail in the end, thanks to his expertise and guidance

from that moment onward things only got better and even if you didn't necessarily need Alastor's help anymore, neither of you ever mentioned going your separate ways

you were both secretly glad for the silent agreement

friendly banter and dad jokes were a daily occurrence and with your new-found confidence in the field, you'd always bite back showing off new delicious dishes instead than words

you still had trouble every now and then, but Alastor was always there to help you out

not that you'd ever hear the end of it if you actually asked him for help

“what was that, my darling? is the mightiest chef in Hell having trouble in Paradise?”

you had noticed however that he'd started sneaking glances your way more than usual lately and he also started following you around wherever you went in the hotel. he became your shadow both inside and outside of the kitchen

the attention soon became unnerving, even more so when you'd go in the kitchen only find a different flower on the counter each morning

you came to realize that Alastor's advances were rather old fashioned, but you would amuse the dork and yourself for a while before taking charge

gifts became an ordinary occurrence as well as praise and you preferred not to think about what praise could do to you when it came from Alastor

he enjoyed your reactions to his flattering words a little too much, he had to admit

you had had enough of his childish antics one day and you decided to finally put your plan into action

“Al, can you come here for one sec?”

he wasn't particularly fond of the nickname, but you just loved to get under his skin as much as he did when it came to you

“what can I do for you, my darling chef?”

“here, I have a gift for you”

he looked uncharacteristically unsure of what to do but slightly amused as well. in the end curiosity took the best of him and he finally decided to open the box you had handed to him rather unceremoniously

“what is this dear?”

the apron you had chosen was a perfect fit for your long boi

“read it, please”

“kiss the cook? well, if you ask me so nicely, I just might have to”

he then proceeded to peck your cheek and you swore you could have fainted right there and then by the sheer sweetness of the gesture

it hadn't exactly been what you had planned, but you weren't going to complain

your relationship was bound to be full of surprises apparently

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