#i think she .... redeems herself in her eyes when she still has enough of her mind intact in order to save maeve but

[tojirights]

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

Alastor with angel!reader omg. I imagine that reader was Alastor's wife back when they were alive, but didn't see eachother again after death because Alastor is in hell and reader is in heaven. I imagine that after Sir Pentious got redeemed, Sera sent reader (because she has experience with demons(? Ur choice) and Sera trusts her a lot) down to hell to investigate this 'hazbin hotel'.

a/n: AHHHH i almost didnt want to write smut into this because it was so precious 😭 ooc alastor again but its so CUTE. i added my "alastor speaks french" agenda to this as well lol.

buy me a coffee? 😇

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, fem! receiving oral

heaven was in shambles after the last extermination, no one knew what would happen next now that souls could be redeemed from hell. it was then that sera approached you in private, all but begging you to go be an "ambassador." you were hesistant at first, not only thinking that this was a lot of responsibility, but also that your... husband had to be down there. he wasn't a "good man" after all, but your heart still fluttered at the thought of seeing him once more. with a sigh, you accept sera's plea and prepare for your trip down to the hazbin hotel.

there to greet you, was charlie morningstar herself, bright eyed and bubbly just like you heard all about. she leads you into the foyer of the hotel before you stop dead in your tracks. charlie is still speaking a mile a minute in your ear, trying to welcome you as best she can, but you're not listening. your eyes meet alastor's, immediately recognizing him even in this new form of his. and when his smile almost fades, you know he recognizes you too.

there's another brief pause before you're running towards him, your wings unfurling on their own as you're quickly wrapped up in his embrace. the other inhabitants of the hotel watch, confused, seeing as alastor hasn't really let anyone but niffty get close enough to touch him, let alone embrace him. your wings fluff up and cover your faces as you lean up to kiss your estranged partner. "oohh, sweetheart.." he sighs against your lips. "its been..."

you smile between kisses, your heart racing in your chest. "too long." you finish his sentence, earning a chuckle from the demon. his lips kiss a trail to your ear, a low growl to his voice as he whispers to you. "you taste like heaven, darling." your cheeks go red, not quite prepared for such a comment, especially in front of company. "alastor!" you hiss, hitting his chest gently but he just pulls you closer in response.

finally, he addresses the group behind you who are all standing with their jaws hanging open. "now, if you're all done gawking, i believe my wife needs to be shown around..."

husk spits out his drink as alastor speaks, covering angel in alcohol. "your WHAT!?" you hide your face as calamity ensues, everyone trying to speak over eachother at the insane news. "your wife... is an angel?" charlie asks gently, trying to get to the bottom of this. "well, i couldn't have known for sure but she was always more a saint than i." alastor hums, running his hand down your back. you shudder when he touches your wings, to which he notes in his head for later.

"o-oh! well then! i guess you should show her around, yeah?" she smiles bashfully, still taken aback by everything happening since your arrival just a few minutes ago. you look up at alastor, your cheeks aching from smiling so wide. "i think i'd like that." you whisper to him, enjoying the way he pulls you closer to him. "hold on tight then, my love."

you're not sure what he means by that until you're slipping into the shadows with him. its an odd feeling, but you don't think much of it until you're reappearing in what you assume is his bedroom. alastor is careful with you, like he's afraid the wrong touch will burn you, but he craves the feeling of your bare skin against his hands more than he can admit. you smile, reaching your hands up to cup his face. "touch me, al. i'm not fragile..."

your words light a spark deep within him, forcing him to restrain himself from ripping your pretty clothes into tatters. he groans inwardly, large hands reaching around to pick you up before fumbling his way to the bed. "corrupting an angel wasn't on my bucket list until seeing you again, my dear." his tone, its not what you're used to hearing, but that gravelly undertone shoots straight through you. "oh please, you can't corrupt me more than you already have." alastor's lips find the sensitive skin of your neck and you feel him smirk.

"i hope that's not a challenge." he tests, tugging at the hem of your dress. you all but giggle, lifting up so alastor can free your body of clothes. "and what if is it?" you challenge, knowing full well that alastor wouldn't let your teasing continue without proper punishment. his eyes darken red, and there's a tinge of fear in your gut. because this may still be alastor, but its been quite a while, you don't know how he's changed.

but as he kisses down your stomach, you're reassured that the man you married is still there somewhere, underneath this 'radio demon' persona. "your lips tasted of heaven, mon amour, does this taste so sweet as well?" alastor's words alone are enough are enough to make you whimper, then the feeling of his hot breath against your clothed cunt makes your core pulse.

your hands naturally fall to the top of his head, feeling the softness of his ears and the rough points of his antlers. "c-can i..?" you start, timidly holding onto the horns. alastor's body shudders as he shoves his face into your thigh. "yes, ma chérie. please do." he breathes, tugging on the thin fabric of your panties until they rip in half.

alastor wants to be patient, wants to treat you like the angel you are, but he is a demon after all. and he hasn't gotten such a delicious meal in far too long. after he feels your grip tighten on his antlers, he lets loose his self control. his first taste of your sweet pussy sends him into a frenzy, eating you like a man starving. his tongue swipes up your slit before circling your clit in quick flicks. your legs are shaking already, breathy moans leaving your lips with reckless abandon.

there's a part of you that is concerned to be getting your cunt ate by a demon, but this demon was your husband, after all. sera made you come down here and you might as well enjoy yourself, right?

your hips arch up, craving more and more, and alastor is happy to oblige. "this is heaven, my dear. not some palace in the sky, but here, between your legs." your eyes well with tears, overwhelmed in more ways than one. every pass of his tongue has your release teetering on the edge while his sweet words make your heart flutter. its almost too much, and when alastor sucks on your clit, your walls burst.

"a-alastor i'm..." you mewl, every nerve on your body screaming as your orgasm rolls over you. you're almost sure you're hurting him by how hard you tug at his hair, but alastor doesn't stop. the intensity is something you've not experienced in many, many years, and the tears stream down your cheeks. alastor coaxes you through it, licking slow and soft circles around your sensitive bud until your shaking stops.

he's quick to climb up, wiping the tears from your puffy eyes. "such a good girl, mon amour. there's plenty more where that came from."

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[cheshirebitch]

Alastor x Reader

𝔸𝕞 𝕀 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥? pt 2

( part 1 here ) ( part 3 here )

 Husk was the first to notice me, since we both thought I was going to die. 

“Oh (Y/n) you son of a bitch!” Angel grabbed me tightly into a hug, squeezing the air out of my lungs. Charlie ran up with Vaggie tailing her.

“How did you do it?” Vaggie and Charlie asked at the same time. Husk looked over and barked out, “How did she do what? Because she saved him and she also somehow saved herself from Boss Man’s wrath.” He took a swig of his drink, eyeing me suspiciously. I knew he was going to pamper me with a million questions later. 

“Well, I just offered Vox information that sounded valuable in a state of dire quick thinking. Sure, he can be smart, but not on the spot. It was simply a trick play of environment and temptation.” After all, isn’t that what I’m good at? 

“What was the info you gave?” Curiosity got the best of Angel. I smiled before pressing a finger to my lips.

“Can’t spill. Even if I wanted to.” A red magic spread across my face where it looked like my mouth was sewed shut. Angel recognized it from when he saw my chains appear before. 

“Oh doll…” Pity. A look of pity is all I received and it made my chest tighten. My eyes scanned quickly over everyone. Everyone had the look of pity. I wiped the magic off before laughing dryly. “I have my ways around it obviously.” I waved them off. I don’t need their pity. I chose this. I just regret it lately. Alastor wasn’t always this closed off, at least not to me. We used to share almost everything. It was us against the world until he left me alone in it, twice.

“So, I take it we pissed off the Vee’s?” Vaggie stated as she looked at me and Charlie. She was holding up her phone that had Velvette’s recent social media post explicitly saying that Hell was about to freeze over.

“Well, it did give us the chance to actually redeem Angel Dust.” 

“Everything comes with a price though, Charlie.” I alluded to what was to come. The battles I can see happening here in the future are enough to worry me on what’s to come. The future is so unsettled on what can happen right now that I can only see small things and not the big picture. I felt a tightness in my chest again. 

“Stand straight darling.” Alastor smoothly spoke behind me as he pushed his hand against the small of my back and drifted up to make my spine straighten. I hate how he only gets on my case about that when Husk literally has a hunch back at this point. Deep breaths (Y/n). Deep breaths.

“Thanks sir.” I said through gritted teeth. Alastor flinched slightly at how I called him sir and how tightly I said it. He looked at me as if asking with his eyes, What is your problem? I couldn’t help but shift my jaw tighter. I squinted my eyes, You’re the problem dick. He clenched his jaw as well and pressed his hand harder into the small of my back, any harder and he would be pushing me. Somehow though, I noticed how his presence made the tightness in my chest go away. Despite the fact we were arguing through our eyes. Charlie turned towards Alastor, dragging our conversation to a quick halt. 

“What should we do in preparation?” She was mostly looking at me and not Alastor which made my once annoyed face into a smug one. They are looking towards me for leadership now. I warned you Al, don’t play with fire. After all, you are the reason I’m down in this mess anyway.

“We need to cover all our bases and make it seem like we aren’t even worried about whatever they are doing, and continue business as normal. Alastor and I will cover the rest. Just watch each other and don’t leave without a partner for a little while.” He seemed to relish in the fact I still sounded like I needed him. I can’t help but feel like he loves that feeling, even if he left me and still won’t tell me anything anymore. 

After spilling plans with Charlie and the team on what our next moves should be, I dismissed myself towards a separate room. I know he can feel the slight anger during our whole interaction because he swiftly follows me. 

“Yes, Alastor?” He smiled wider with his stupid half lidded eyes. But my god do I always melt- stop it. You’re mad, remember? How could he keep playing with your feelings? It's like these seven years took everything we built between each other and ripped it to shreds as if we were never anything. Were we though? 

“Inner battles dear?” I wish he would let that cheesy smile slip once or at least make it look sincere again. 

“You tell me. You’re the one who kicked me out of my own room.” He hummed playfully as I scrunched my face in anger.

“Well, since you’re my pet, it’s also my room.” That cocky motherf-

“We need to talk, Alastor. I want to begin the negotiation of my contract coming up soon.” A slip, his eyes screamed worry but then it was gone. Bingo.

“Renewing it again? We both know you will.” My smile matched his which unnerved him slightly.

“Remind me why again. If I remember correctly, you abandoned me for seven years, won’t talk to me anymore, and have been acting weird lately. You aren’t the Alastor I signed my soul away to.” I seethed. He was holding his jaw so tight I thought he was about to crack his teeth. I leaned closer, almost on my tippy toes to get in his face, his head looked down at me. I saw a glimpse of those eyes he used to give me. The eyes he would stare at me with while I listened to him talk for hours. Then they were replaced with a slight hurt. He opened his mouth, his smile quivering as he thought of the right words.

“There you are! Nifty got stuck in the toilet again, can you help us get her out?” Charlie spoke loudly. Everything I was about to get, all the answers, just…

…gone.

The feeling of overwhelming… EVERYTHING. I wanted to yell at Charlie. 

Why can’t you just wait? Fuck Charlie, you just ruined everything.

Alastor quickly fixed all the vulnerabilities he had and proclaimed, “Well of course! What type of help would I be around here if I didn’t?” I watched him walk away with Charlie, a hurt look that he caught when he glanced back. 

His smile faltered quick enough for me to see it. His eyes glanced at Charlie as if trying to tell me something before he fixed his behavior and carried on as normal with her when she looked back at him. They swiftly walked out as I was left in the entertainment room. 

Alastor, what did you do?

Husk was at the bar cleaning glasses from Angel and Cherri Bomb’s celebration. Swirling around my drink, wishing I didn’t drink as much as I did. I will hand it to Angel and Cherri for having such a persuasive way with drinking. My hair was slightly messy, my normal pantsuit switched out to my comfy clothes, and my eyes looked tired. 

“You finally going to admit you had too much yet?” Husk chuckled out. I chuckled back before I sipped the rest of my drink down quickly. The glass hitting the counter answered Husk instead, and the sound of it sliding down to him as I smiled at him.

“Nope.” I taunted back. He shook his head, pouring more into my cup, and gently sat in front of me. I stared at it for a little while before Husk sighed and piped up, “Penny for your thoughts?” He knew I loved it when he said the sayings I normally do. Made me feel like we really are real friends, despite the situation we are both in. 

“Well, I think I have a theory on what has Alastor… different.” I was careful with my choice of words as Husk eyed me. He knew I was never going to let this new Alastor last long. I mean Husk even was starting to get treated more like a dog rather than someone who helps Alastor with a slight rough friendship. Hard to believe we were all friends once. 

“Continue?” Husk poured himself a matching drink as he watched me intensely. This isn’t something I would bring out loud unless I had some sort of evidence pointing towards it. I shuffled my hands around before stealing a quick sip of my drink.

“I think Alastor made a deal he regrets but can’t talk about.” 

(Part 3...?)

(Lore buildingggg I promise next update will have one question answered. Can you guess which one? As always all characters and world belongs to the respected owners <3 story belongs to me. Tagged who I could! Thank you for loving the first one!)

(Should I add the songs that inspire the writing?)

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[lovelyverosika]

Angels going crazy…crazy…is he angry maybe…maybe

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!reader

Part 4 —> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: swearing, slight violence, mention of suicide, suggestive ;)

3rd POV:

Meanwhile in the courtroom:

Everything was quiet. All eyes on them. Adam stood in front of Monika with an unreadable expression on his face. "Sir, what are you doing?", Lute said as she came down the podium. Sera looked unsure as well and Charlie looked shocked or to say it better betrayed. Monika knew that redemption was possible the whole time and didn’t tell her and on top of it she’s not the nice demon she acted to be.

"Leave now.", said Adam with a stern voice. Monika raised an eyebrow. "Why?", she asked. "I said leave.", Adam said again, this time with a louder voice. "Naw, are you hurt because your sweet wife is actually a dumb loser bitch?", Monika said with a mocking grin. "I SAID LEAVE, YOU DUMB BITCH OR ELSE I BEAT YOU DOWN THE HOLE YOU CAME FROM MYSELF!", Adam basically screamed at her. Monika looked at him with widen eyes. "Whoa dude, chill.", said Monika with a slight scared expression on her face. "Enough is enough.", Adam said while grabbing Monika roughly and pushing her down the portal to hell. "I’m so sorry for all this mess.", said Charlie as she grabbed Vaggies hand and left for the portal as well. Without saying another word Adam flew out of the courtroom, leaving everyone either confused or shocked.

The streets of heaven were unusually quiet and the angels seem to be in some kind of distress. Why? Because of none other than the first man. The last time they saw him in such an angry state was when Y/N left heaven for 2 weeks for business. Right now he wanted to be alone to clear up his mind or at least collect his thoughts. He really hoped Emily didn’t took Y/N to their shared home, he doesn’t want to get seen in such a vulnerable state at all costs after all he was THE Adam, THE first man. He let out a sigh of relief when he opened the door and everything was quiet. Immediately he went into their shared bedroom and threw his mask on the floor. With a heavy sigh searched for something in the closet of his wife. After a few minutes he found it and couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. It was a stuff bunny, which resembles Y/N.

On their first valentine’s day Y/N has gifted it to him, of course he acted all rough and tough before actually accepting the gift. What would the other angels think if they saw THE first man being all infatuated because of a simple stuff bunny. Behind closed doors he let his facade fall together with his mask since he knew how sensitive Y/N was and how fast she got insecure about those kind of things. Loving kisses and lots of sweet, teasing words were shared that evening but no one needs to know how smitten he actually is. He lied down on her side of the bed, inhaling her comforting smell. He didn’t know how to feel, he still had mixed feelings about what he found out. Out of exhaustion he then fell asleep.

-time skip-

It was early in the morning when Y/N came home, she slept over at Emily’s since she thought it would be the best to give Adam some time. She couldn’t help but to be scared. Adam hated sinners but she changed and redeemed herself and when you think about it there are demons who did much worse than she did. Of course she regretted throwing away her previous life but the past can’t be changed. Everything here in heaven is different now, she finally found someone who makes her (after) life worth living for. Guilt flooded her mind, she only had herself to blame but she couldn’t just causally tell him that she used to be a demon, sadness and fear were one of her most dominant emotions.

Controlled by fear she only does things with a small chance of turning out bad, which lead to her missing out a lot of things since her youth. Adam always gave her a slight push to try out as much as possible as long she’s not too uncomfortable. The outcome was pretty satisfying to her, she tried out lots of new things and they even went to a concert together. Sure it was overwhelming at first but in the end she enjoyed it even more than he did. She smiled at the memory as she walked towards the bedroom door.

She took a deep breath as she opened the door with shaky hands but she relaxed a bit as she saw Adam still sleep. She walked up to him and smiled, he held the stuff bunny she gifted him close to his chest, that must be a good sign, right? Careful not to wake him she kissed his forehead and left the bedroom to prepare some breakfast. Even if he’s going for the divorce she wanted to show him her love and appreciation for one last time.

Right when she finished his favourite breakfast he came out of the bedroom. He sat down in front of her without saying anything, which made Y/N feel even more unsure and nervous than before. "Redemption…huh.", were the first words he said. "Well yes and I’m so sorry for not telling you..I just thought you would like leave me if I told you. And I know you don’t really like demons but I only got to hell because I thought suicide was the answer, which obviously isn’t true, so I’m not a murder or anything. But if you want to leave me I can totally understand that and I’m not mad or anything just a bit sad but-"

Adam interrupted her: "Sheesh babe chill, if you only were this talkative in bed..just kidding this is serious. I forgive you after all how can I stay mad at you when you’re my sweet wifey. Of course you were an asshole for not telling me but you’re still you. Damn I sound cheesy right now." With a loud happy squeal Y/N basically threw herself on Adam and hugged him tightly as they now lay on the floor. "Ouch fuck!", he said while patting her back. Y/N mumbled a quiet sorry before giving him a quick peck on his cheek. "So are we going like fuck now?", he said with a playful smirk. "Adam.. we’re having a wholesome moment right now.", Y/N whined before gently punching his shoulder. They spend the whole afternoon cuddling and just appreciating each other’s affection.

Later that day when the sun went down Adam took Y/N to her favourite flower garden. No one else was there just them. Suddenly Adam got on his knees, leaving Y/N confused and a bit excited. "I’m not good with words, babe but when I say I love you I really mean it and I know we’re already married but will you marry me? I wanna marry the other part of you as well..wanna make you all mine.", he said, leaving Y/N stunned. "Yes, yes and yes!", she answered, touched by his sweet word. Without saying anything else they kissed deeply with the sun setting down behind them.

They spent the rest of the night underneath their sheets naked while loving each other passionate and deeply.

The End<3

A/N: Looking back I never thought that anyone would read this fanfic, which is based on one of my delusional daydreams. The amount of support I got really touched me. That’s why I decided to continue this small Adam x reader series. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for everything<3

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

ughhhhh vaggie in charlie's jacket feels....

now im imagining Freshly Kicked To The Curb Vaggie and painfully already-in-love Charlie

imagining Charlie wrapping this bleeding dumpster lady in her JACKET (for comfort) (and protection) (Vaggie doesn't figure out the second part until the Oh Shit You're Literally The Princess Of Hell reveal) and Vaggie's just lost a set of limbs / suddenly can't FLY which is a little terrifying so she keeps her back to the nearest wall and is always crossing her arms to hide how she's hugging herself

and Charlie's like Hmmm (wraps Vaggie in jacket) (Vaggie gives it back at the end of the day) (wraps Vaggie in jacket again) (Vaggie gives it back while saying goodnight) (Charlie finds Vaggie curled up in a corner somewhere fitully asleep-> Vaggie wakes up snuggled in The Jacket)

until Vaggie FINALLY accepts the offer to stay with Charlie for a bit while she's healing (Charlie squees) and this is represented with Vaggie NOT giving the jacket back before heading off to bed (Charlie literally whoops and combusts the moment Vaggie's (mostly) out of earshot-)

it's the start of a very sweet friendship BUT

Vaggie secretly planning to try contacting the angels during the next extermination and prove she deserves to come back

holding Charlie at arm's length during this bc

which is scarier???

A.) pretty demon lady is after her SOUL

or!

B.) Charlie having an actual crush on her????? with feelings?

feelings that Vaggie now has to worry about not hurting while trying not to be too flattered by the whole excruciating thing

(the irony of a demon saving her and tending to her and falling for her)

as she's trying not to think about all this Vaggi's getting a little panicked over how her wings still aren't growing back (sign she really isn’t worthy of heaven???)

and Charlie's trying so hard to help her with this! (even not knowing what all of THIS really is)

she knows Vaggie

1.) had wings

(moth instead of angel as per cover story)

2.) is freaking out at them being gone, even more than over her lost eye, feeling like she’s not good enough without them

(pause and imagine Vaggie constantly being found by Charlie on high up places, silently staring up at the shiny star of heaven, and Charlie’s like oh yes this is VERY moth-like behavior i can totally see why you became a moth demon! and Vaggie’s like hahaha yeah sure right definitely…)

(her being shit at lying isn't such a problem when Charlie is so so so ready to assume the best of people) (GUILT)

oooghghghhghgh

Charlie spending the year healing Vaggie's physical injuries

slowly discovering the other ones she can't see

trying to let Vaggie know she's perfect even without wings

or her missing eye

trying NOT to come on too hard or fast even through she's on the outs with her dad and her mom hasn't answered a call or been seen in years and

and Vaggie can make her LAUGH with just a dry word or roll of the eye

she just seems to like hanging out with Charlie?

not trying to get anything from her or get her kicks out of making fun of her

sure she's skeptical about the whole "redeeming sinners" thing but

she Listens

and she's skeptical because she's Taking The Idea SERIOUSLY

seriously enough to talk like it's a thing worth trying and if Charlie's gonna try it then she needs to think about this and this and this other problem first-

it's encouragement

it's friendship

it's almost like having someone to rely on

Now it’s extermination eve

And Vaggie is cleaning up the spare room she's been staying in. like she won't be coming back tonight

Vaggie's as healed (physically) as she can be, she's twirling an angelic spear around like it's part of her, crediting her dancing talent for this natural skill, clearly fine keeping herself safe on hell's streets-

Vaggie claims she found the spear behind a dumpster

(doesn't mention she's the one who stashed it there)

Charlie trying weakly to lightening the mood by joking how you can find the best things next to dumpsters sometimes

(she's not joking)

(she's looking at Vaggie when she says it)

(Vaggie just barely pretends not to notice)

Vaggie despairing she isn’t worthy (of heaven or of-?)

she might as well just wander out and let an exorcist judge her wingless back and finish the job in some ironic justice because that would be better than telling Charlie the truth,

(she's done terrible things... and has spent all this time wanting to go back to that)

(there are KIDS in hell!)

(Charlie's in hell)

(it's not all terrible or evil

and Charlie thinks sinners can be redeemed-)

(would she say the same thing about Vaggie if she knew?)

GUILT

(is all of this doubt just Vaggie being a terrible angel like Lute said...)

she has to go, but she, can’t outright lie to Charlie either (If Charlie asks if they'll see each other around-)

So Vaggie, takes off Charlie's jacket and, hands it back

And Charlie finally accepts Vaggie might not want to stick around.

Thinking Vaggie wants to go do her own thing in hell

(people leaving in one way or another is something Charlie knows about)

but maybe Vaggie also feels indebted to her, to Charlie, for the help

and might be being held back by that

It's not much- being given the chance to tell someone she's loves it's okay to go- it hurts like hell, but it's something. It's something that Vaggie didn't just vanish, and Charlie will hold onto that small thing for dear life

Smiling through her tears Charlie tries hyping her new friend up

(via song of course)

telling her ANYONE should be glad to share even a few seconds of forever with her, they

(hypothetical they totally not Charlie speaking here)

should be grateful to spend all of eternity even with just a memory of her

(CHARLIE FELL FAST AND OBVIOUS AND CANNOT EFFFING HIDE IT)

so she

says Vaggie should go spread her metaphorical wings

because she doesn't need real ones to be amazing

And that’s when Vaggie realizes-her wings- she doesn't want to leave Charlie

(is that why her wings won't grow back..?)

She doesn’t go out during the extermination. Or try talking to the angels.

She turns right around and is there to give Charlie a hug

holds her through the worst of it

goes with her afterwards to help how they can

watches Charlie reaching out to the surviving sinners even as she gets nothing but fear and insults for her trouble

sees how much Charlie CARES about the people of hell   

she finally understands, finally starts to catch a glimpse, of how just much she cares for Charlie herself

And that when she falls harder

Ka-thwump

when Charlie sees Vaggie totally not hugging herself again she offers the jacket

(offers, instead of just putting it on her)

and Vaggie smiles a little but says nah, she likes how it looks on Charlie better

(charlie VERY glad she has a natural permanent blush)

(not that her little hair twirl doesn't give her away)

Charlie leads her to a roof top later because even with everything else going on she’s noticed Vaggie’s been quieter than usual, and it is the anniversary of her losing her eye and wings, and Charlie knows staring up at heaven is something Vaggie likes doing, so-

But when she glances shyly over, Vaggie isn’t looking up at the sky.

Vaggie’s looking back at HER.

Vaggie smiling and saying something along the lines of

"lending a hand to the souls of the damned is pretty fulfilling work. A girl could get used to this"

Charlie (usually a living firework of emotion) very softly and hesitantly asking,

"yeah..?"

Vaggie promising her-

"next year, we'll prep better ahead of time"

Charlie smiling with tears again (happy ones) as they look out across pentagram city together, leaning into each other

"Yeah.

we will"

Uguugugugugughhh

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #au theory whatever #vaggie #charlie morningstar #pre-relationship #SUFFERING IDIOTS #what if vaggie used to wear charlie's jacket like a cape and it was Gay

[bonefall]

but what makes characters like fallenleaf and bb!brokenstar redeemable?

Choice. They were stripped of their power, put through extreme circumstances, and then made the choice to leave their violent histories behind them.

And you will note that it's VERY rare that I show these types of characters being redeemed. There's two 'redemptions' in a very long history of tyrants. Tigerstar, Dalestar, Skystar, Ashfur, Darktail, One Eye, Leopardstar, Mudclaw, Thistlestar technically if he had become leader. 2 out of 10 is a very small ratio.

(and fallenleaf isn't really 'redeemed' in my mind, so much as she simply stopped being a tyrant. There is no way for her to ever make up for what she did and that is a part of her character.)

And of them, Skystar is the worst individual. By far. He has no reason to want to change, nor would he ever. He loves power too much. He would look for it anywhere he went, because he hates listening to anyone tell him what to do. Having this is important to him than anything.

BB!Brokenstar is so different he's not a great comparison to Skystar, imo. He's a protector spirit, the embodiment of SkyClan's fallen 5th oak tree, and basically the logical conclusion of the "might makes right" mindset that defines Clan Culture in his era. So his redemption in finding his place as SkyClan's guardian is basically about "righting a cosmic wrong," and putting the magic to rest in its rightful place.

Brokey's a mortal when he takes the shape of one, but the story I'm trying to tell with him is that fury, righteous love, and protectiveness have their place. He comes to understand that as he watches SkyClan form, and realize that no matter how different they are from the toxic culture he was born into and molded by, he loves them, and he needs them to become what they want to be.

THIS is what that fury is for. To kill the rats and defend the besieged Clan, so they can live freely while he slumbers.

Fallenleaf's a better comparison. Both she and Skystar wanted to forcefully remake society in their own images, and would brutalize anyone who didn't live up to their strict standards.

(contrast to BB!Brokenstar who strategically took out only two cats. Raggedstar and Marigoldkit. He actually limited violence against his own Clan.)

But Fallenleaf and Skystar are very different people. Fallenleaf did what she did out of strict, obsessive dedication to the Code. She was fueled by what she'd been taught by Bramblestar, allowing Ashfur to physically abuse Lionpaw "for his own good." That you have to hurt what you love to protect it.

Still; I very much made it intentional that her punishment is SO harsh. The Lake cats HATED her. She ruined everything and she knows it. Sol gets bored of her, steals her body, and leaves her stranded 100 years in the past. She's forced to stay in those tunnels and cling to the mortal plane, just thinking about her family to keep her tethered, as civilizations rise and fall outside.

Now back in her home, she's almost unrecognizable. She's traveled so far and lost so much, and been forced to sit with her shame for a very long time. Not even StarClan is old enough to remember her crimes; and it's she alone who carries that burden. It's a weight she chooses to carry, to remind her of the worst version of herself. Something she could become again, if she isn't careful.

BB!Skystar's a venerated founder.

Nearly everything he did in life was to serve his own ends, his own ego, and he's lauded for that. His followers ate up his excuses like slop. He built the battle culture the Clans would come to know, by making a move to crush anything that mildly offended him

Of course he's not going to regret shit. Power gets him everything he wants. He's got a circling entourage of sycophants to tell him how smart and strong he is all the time, droves of warriors who pray to him for strength in battle, all of his enemies in life are now forced to treat him like a god-among-gods in heaven. And this is exactly the way he likes it.

Man got away with it, over and over. He collects his reward every starry night.

Any time where he WOULD be threatened with having his power taken away, he would simply gaslight/gatekeep/girlboss his way back to the top. What? You gonna stop him? He will kill you and then frame your murder like a grand triumph over the Great Unfairness of the world. He has the most prey in the forest. He has the strongest cats in the land. What are you, to him, besides an angry squirrel chattering atop the branch?

Why would he ever choose to be different? He wouldn't. Power gets him what he wants, and he loves getting what he wants.

#bone babble #better bones au

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Messy/Jumbled Thoughts On Azula in the Spirit Temple

Obviously my initial reaction to it was not particularly glowing and excited to say the least. But after some discord chatting and discussion with my IRL friend I have come to conclude very solidly that I have no idea how to feel about this one. And I'm genuinely not sure if Hicks was trying to make Azula sympathetic or trying to make her completely irredeemable.

So one of the things that makes it confusing to me is how Azula declares that she does not want redemption because it is for the weak. And how she chooses to end by saying that she'd just find new followers to control. Off the bat to me that just felt like a nail in the coffin. A solid she's not getting redeemed.

But then my IRL friend pointed out that she started the comic by declaring that she was going to take revenge on her ex-companions. But ended up finding them and choosing to leave them alone instead.

To me this kind of felt like a massive cope on Azula's end like the equivelent of "fine, I didn't need you guys anyways! I'll find new *~better~* friends!" Like a way of masking how upset it made her to see them having fun without her. Or that she's in denial about how much it hurts.

But my IRL friend thinks that her choosing to just let them be is a sign that there was some progress made despite her declaring that she didn't want redemption.

Which leads to some of the discord discussion that I found insightful. Someone (let me know if you want me to name you) pointed out that pretty much all of the comic was the spirit showing Azula her own inner thoughts; in other words Azula was calling herself a monster and a bad person and what not.

Which, honestly, could be why the comic felt so confusing and disjointed??? Azula is confused and conflicted and we're seeing this through her eyes so it's conflicting and disjointed.

Azula has enough awareness to know that she's not a good person and that some stuff is her fault but she also acknowledges that she's not entirely to blame. I'm talking about 'Ursa' asking Azula what she is and Azula responding "alone, betrayed over and over..." and declaring that it's basically not her fault vs 'Mai' saying "maybe you're a terrible person who gets what she deserves."

Baring in mind that this is a manifestation of Azula's thoughts; she simultaneously sees herself as a victim and as a bad person.

And honestly I can actually see that making sense; people tend to be their own harshest critics. All abuse cases are different but many abuse victims blame themselves while also acknowledging that the abuser is to blame at the same time.

I feel like it's actually not entirely off base for someone in Azula's situations to have conflicting thoughts. Facing yourself for who you are, including (and especially) the worst parts of yourself is not easy. It is embarrassing even in ones own mind to admit wrongdoing. Almost everyone has that one embarrassing memory that still makes them blush when they remember it while lying alone at 2AM. It's sort of like that but worse. It is hard to put aside pride and ego even in privet. Now try doing that with a spirit watching and judging you.

Azula is facing down the worst parts of herself in an almost physical sense. And I think that she doesn't know who to blame or how to portion out the blame. Like she has difficulty telling how much of it is her fault vs how she was raised. Out of her mouth is all of the stuff about how its everyone else's fault. But then the manifestations of her thoughts say the exact opposite. She is literally at war with herself.

And she's scared and she lashes out when she's scared. She covers fear and insecurity with either anger or nonchalance. So when 'Zuko' asks her to repent so to speak, of course she says no. She's effectively being backed into a corner. She's on the defensive. And also 'Zuko' has taken on a monstrous and terrifying form. I wouldn't not shoot lightning at that.

Not to mention that, the entire time Azula is talking about how the spirit is manipulating her and that none of it is real. I imagine that, that makes it that much harder to face herself because she's effectively being gaslit in a sense. Like it doesn't feel real to her, she doesn't trust it--rightfully so tbh. She says that she thinks she is being lied to. Of course she isn't being open minded to what she is being shown. It isn't being done in good faith.

I think that my biggest hang up is how she was 'offered redemption'. Putting that in air quotes because was that really a chance at redemption? The spirit didn't put her in a situation conducive to meaningful change. To me it was almost just one more added trauma on top of what she was already dealing with. It's basically similar to Azula going to see a therapist but the therapist is terrible at their job and digs up trauma while offering no coping skills nor advice.

Instead of giving her advice or support this spirit tries to terrify/shock Azula into changing. This spirit put Azula massively on the defense and wondered why she was getting defensive. Literally all of her traumas, fears, and triggers were being thrown in her face and she was supposed to make something of it?

I'm no therapist but I'm pretty sure that that's not how change works.

Azula was getting yelled at and shamed for not wanting to change or acknowledge that she needs to. But the spirit who was trying to 'help' didn't give her ANYTHING to work with. No words of encouragement or coping tools. Nothing but showing her things that terrified and upset her.

It's like trying to teach someone who is afraid of water to swim by throwing them into the ocean and getting mad when (after being pulled out of the water) they come out more terrified than they were prior.

And this is what confuses me about how AitST is supposed to be interpreted. Are we supposed to see the spirit as the asshole or Azula as stubborn? I know how I see it, but how did Hicks intend it to be portrayed?

This was supposed to be the 'see if Azula is going to start her redemption path once and for all' comic. But was she TRUELY even offered a redemption? Because I don't think so. To me that was just Azula getting another layer of trauma to work through. And nothing about that situation she was in could even be remotely conducive to meaningful/long term change.

Speaking on my own experience alone; change and habit breaking, becoming one's best self while facing down their worst requires a few things; comfort, encouragement, support, enthusiasm, and stability.

Azula was terrified, alone, uncomforted, antagonized, and cornered. She was in a setting exactly the opposite of what is needed when someone is trying to make a change or do some hard introspection.

And now I'm left wondering if Hicks meant for the spirit to be seen as the asshole or if the comic was trying to say, 'look she chose not to walk the path to redemption.'

Right now it feels like they're gonna take the easy way out and leave her as the villain and point to the comic and say, 'see, she had her chance.' To which I say, "Did she? Did she actually?" But who knows maybe we are supposed to see that spirit as an unhelpful and evil. Maybe her walking away and not taking the vengeance she vowed is a good sign.

TL;DR: How the hell is this even supposed to be interpreted. What is the tone??? Is this Azula sympathetic or anti-Azula. Because I genuinely can't tell.

Never have I been so confused about a thing I have read.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #azula in the spirit temple #azula meta #spoilers

[fernshawart]

How Deep Cut doesn't fit the three Buddhism poisons : a small analysis

This has been in my mind for a few days and I need to write something about this.

According to their respective songs, Deep Cut are supposedly written to be representations of the three poisons, but I feel like this doesn't fit them at all. So in this analysis I shall explain why I think it doesn't fit them, and what I believe they truly represent.

To make it simple, the three poisons go like this :

- Snake (Frye) : Hate, Anger, Aversion

- Rooster (Shiver) : Attachement, Greed, Lust

- Boar (Big Man) : Ignorance, Indifference, Confusion

When you just look over these characteristics you may agree with them but let's take a closer look on what I believe doesn't make sense about them.

Let's start with the snake (Hate, Anger, Aversion).

Frye doesn't hate anybody during the story. She literally offers you to join deep cut when she barely knows you. And she doesn't get angry a single time during the story. Not even when she battles you. Look at that ? That's a smile. She's EXCITED to beat you up. Not angry.

If anything, I would argue that her aggressiveness during her entire battle session is because she's just a very competitive person. She enjoys a good challenge. But being territorial is a core part of the inkling identity. That's why splatfests exist, to make sure their desires to fight aren't turned into a war but rather into a healthy rivalry.

Frye has had the opportunity to show genuine anger too, with her loosing streak in the splatfests. But the thing is, even if she's obviously sad about that situation, Frye stayed pretty calm considering everything.

Look at this. Look at Shiver's face compared to Frye. Frye's not angry. She's calm and composed.

Now for the Rooster (Attachement, Greed, Lust). It may be the most fitting of all for a few reasons, but there's still a big problem. Shiver isn't greedy. It's supposed to be a core part of her character, even. She's a bandit because she redistributes her wealth in splatsville, a place that is overall very poor. I know her battle stage is a robbed bank but ... In a sense, robbing a bank may be still part of that Robinhood ideology. Bank owners are some of the wealthiest people around.

She doesn't even have a deep greediness for victory. You can see it in her turf battle dialogue. She's ... Genuinely humble.

If she wins, she compliments you and tells you that she would gladly have a rematch.

If she looses, she tells you that it would be an honor to have a rematch and even talks about redeeming herself. She even explicitly says that the rematch doesn't have to right now, and I feel like if she was greedy for victory she would rush you for it to quickly claim back her victory.

The idea of Attachement, for what I understand, it's more about attachement to an item than a person so I can't say anything to that. But what I do know is that this characteristic, mixed with lust, is the closest concept of the three to the idea of passion and connection to others, which makes it the most redeemable characteristic. But we'll come back to that later.

And finally, The Boar (Ignorance, Indifference, Confusion)... To me, this is the most upsetting comparison. Big man is ANYTHING but ignorant. This isn't ignorant as in stupid, but rather as in "if you are not like me or against me, you don't matter in my eyes."

And the thing is, the simple fact that he is a part of deep cut should be enough to prove that he cares about others.

Look at him. He's not of the same species as them, not even an inkfish, he's far from being humanoid, he's not of the same gender, even if their clans are linked he doesn't have anything that resembles their iconic clothes or earrings ...

Even when it comes to personality, they're very far from each other. He's very calm when the girls get easily excited. He doesn't like violence but battles Neo 3 because he wants to fit in with the girls.

But this is the most important thing of all.

It's all for splatsville. He's doing it for others, for people he probably doesn't even know. Big man is the patriarch of his clan. A leader. His people trust him enough to put him in a position of power where he can care of others. Him being quite literally the worst, almost unredeemable quality of all DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

But there is something else in Buddhism that are opposites to the poisons. The wholesome qualities. Wisdom. Generosity. Loving Kindness. These are the counters to the damage the poisons do. And for some reason ... They fit with the trio perfectly.

Frye is Wisdom. She may not look very intelligent, but this is all an act. Frye isn't stupid. She's having fun and she's being relaxed. She's just like Pearl who we know is silly, but deeply emotionally intelligent when necessary. And funny enough, big foreheads in India are a sign of great wisdom.

Big man is Generosity. The large majority of his actions in-game are based on the fact that he acts for others. He joined the girls because they needed him. He fought for Deep Cut because he knew it was necessary. He's a bandit and takes treasures because he believes it's a necessary for the wellness of all.

Shiver is Loving Kindness. Say what you want about her, but Shiver holds a lot of importance to affection. Remember what she said during the pokemon splatfest ? She wants a partner that she can spend quality time with. She wants something to love. And by saying that, she was looking at Frye.

Deep cut aren't poisons. They're the cure to the poisons. And the worst thing is, they may not even understand it themselves.

#splatoon #character analysis #shiver #frye #big man #splatoon 3 #analysis #deep cut #Buddhism

[idontplaytrack]

Redeeming Win

AJ Campos x fem!reader

Warnings: coarse language, attempted assault, violence, hospitalisation. Reader discretion is advised.

In which reader tries to beat her own timing lately for the run, Coach Murray lets her & Paige wasn’t too happy about it- and anything else.

Part 2 to Watch You Sleep

“Okay, team. Gabi you go first, AJ goes next, then Evans, and y/l/n, you’ll be taking the last stretch.” Coach Murray decided. Great, even in track, Paige was coming in between you and AJ.

“y/n, focus.” Coach reminded you, “You were still two seconds behind.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath, nodding.

“Don’t just tell me. Prove it- let our team place this time.”

AJ squinted at the guy, coming closer to you to give your shoulders a squeeze. “You got this okay? Just do your best- don’t think about anything, and run.”

“Yup, okay.” You answered, warming up as did Paige and AJ.

“Okay, ladies. We have five minutes to go.” Coach announces.

Paige groans, distracting you from your little moment of meditation. You whipped your head around to look at her talking to Dylan while looking at you. “Babe? Look at me. Ignore her.”

“Believe me, honey. I’m trying.” You huffed, stretching your arms.

Before you two could say anything else, Coach asks the three of you to go get ready on the track. The rest of the team gathered on the bleachers and by the sides of the track to watch. The starter pistol goes off, Gabi began to run. She hands the baton to AJ, then she was off too.

“That’s Miller High’s co-captain, AJ Campos. Currently well ahead of Rivers High. Looks like they’ll place again this year.” The commentator said. “Now, she’s passing it over to Paige Evans, newcomer who is…keeping up. Go Miller High. Oh- she’s nearly tripped.”

“Oof- that can’t be good.” Commentator number two chimed in. “Last stretch- y/n y/l/n who won Miller High their first place two years ago at this very place.”

Now you had to go the fastest you’ve ever had.

“Will she manage to do it again after her performance last year?” Commentator number one mentioned.

What a jerk. The anger you felt made you run even faster.

“It’s very close Rivers High is nearly catching up. Oh! y/l/n is speeding by. Okay here we go- last few feet to go. And y/l/n has redeemed herself. Miller High! First place!”

The commotion that the team made, cheering and whooping when they heard the announcement. AJ was the first one to hug you, damn near spinning you around and making you more dizzy than ever. “Congrats, y/n. That was freaking impressive- I was clearly wrong about you-” Coach walked up to you and stuck out his hand so you shook it quickly. “Fuck.” You muttered, facing away from him, “Oh, my God- I’m gonna p-” You pushed her away and made a mad dash for the bathroom and you barely made it.

“It’s alright, you’ll be okay.” AJ was apparently right behind you and rubbing your back, “Oh my gosh- why did you push yourself so much?”

“I don’t know, I saw Paige nearly trip then the crap that the commentators said about me? I just- channeled my anger and energy to sprinting, I guess.” You stood up straight again, AJ hands you a tissue paper. Once she pushed the bathroom door open, you were met with a bunch of confused and concerned faces. “I’m fine.” You said dismissively.

“That sounded vile.”

“No shit.” AJ rolled her eyes. “I’ve had enough of you being a little shit you’ve been, Evans. Keep your negativity to yourself. y/n and I have been dating for more than half a year. It’s not my fault or hers that you can’t be mature and deal with a loss like this.”

Gabi handed you a bottle of Gatorade which you gratefully accepted and immediately drank some of. “Thanks.” You told her and she smiles.

“You knew?” Stacey asks.

“Yeah, so?” Gabi shrugs, “How is it any of my business who my sister’s seeing if there’s no reason for me to be concerned about her safety and whatnot?”

“I didn’t.” Stacey chuckles, “I just thought you two were besties.”

“Well, we were.” You answered.

“Cute.” Stacey grins. “Do you still feel-”

You cut her off, “A little. Um- I’m gonna go back to the room first?”

“Sure, we’ll order in some pizza later. Stacey’s room. Say, 7?” Dylan suggests.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m gonna go with just in case.” AJ nods.

“Go straight ahead behind you two, cut through the garden. It’s way faster than going across the whole track.” Stacey told them.

“Okay, thanks. Come on, baby.” AJ puts her arm around you and walked back to the hotel with you.

“We’ll bring your bags to your room for you. Just head back to the hotel and rest.” Dylan called after the both of you.

“Alright.” AJ answers, “Do you want anything?”

“To sleep. Finally redeemed myself and won the school the first place trophy after I failed last year.”

“Because you fell and fractured your ankle.”

“And I still could’ve pushed through.”

“Babe, please- it’s not worth it to talk about that now. If you’d hurt yourself more seriously by finishing the race, you wouldn’t be running today- trust me.”

“Why the hell did he have to remind me of it.” You exhaled harshly.

“We cannot change the past, but we’re in charge of our own future. You did amazing today, okay? Be proud of that. And everything else you’ve ever set your heart to because you did your best.” AJ pecks your lips softly, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Do you think she actually almost tripped?”

“Who knows? That girl is fucking clumsy. Coach made me train her so she wouldn’t tank our ranking. He only accepted her because he needed extra people on the team.” AJ laughs.

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“I’m running us a bath, then once we’re not sweaty as heck, we can take a nap till it’s time to go eat with our friends.” AJ decided. You were looking around anxiously even after the door was shut. “What’s the matter, babe?”

“I just feel like- someone’s following me. Following us.”

“What?” Being a bit of a distance away from you, she couldn’t hear you that clearly. Just then, someone knocks on the door before you could repeat yourself. You looked through the peephole. “Paige.” You gasped, running away from the door and joining AJ in the bathroom. The door swings open, Paige barges in, “I hate you.”

“So? I hate you too, but you don’t see me going around being a bitch to you. I’ve had enough of being nice to you-”

“What the fuck- Evans, get the hell away from her.” AJ rushed out.

Paige grabs your shoulders and tried to kiss you. On reflex, you swung and hit her jaw. “That is assault.” Paige spat, a hand on her cheek.

“Self-defence. You assaulted me.” You shoved her away. “Fuck you! What the hell’s the matter with you? Life’s not fair- deal with it. You don’t go around doing whatever the fuck you please just ‘cause you can’t get what you want.”

“My Mom didn’t raise a quitter.” She got up, “Burn in hell.”

“You’re not helping your case here.” AJ stood in between you and her. You hear running coming from down the hall. “What on Earth is going on-”

Before you could register what was happening, AJ was shoved out of the way and a fist was slammed into your eye. No one saw that coming. No one caught you so you fell and hit your head on the corner of the bed frame. “Oh, my God!” Everyone screeched in horror. “I’m calling 911.” Coach Murray hurriedly fished out his phone. Within seconds, your vision blurred, the searing pain jabbed through your head, “Is she bleeding?”

“Oh, no. No, no. Stay awake, baby. Please. Stay with me.” AJ pleaded, falling to your side.

“AJ, don’t- don’t move her.” Coach stops her. “Yeah, no she’s- okay she just went unconscious. Thanks. 5 minutes. Everyone, step away.”

————

“Are you happy now? You just hurt someone that hasn’t done anything to you.” Gabi scoffs, “I don’t care what problems you have, don’t you dare do anything like that ever again to my friends and my sister. And thank fucking God, because you just made her hate you forever. And that girl’s a saint.”

“Gabs, come on.” Stacey put a hand on her shoulder and took her away from Paige.

“Evans. You’re off the team, expect a letter of suspension when we’re back at school. This is unacceptable behaviour.” Murray walked up to her. She didn’t respond- she just stood there as Coach continued walking around the hallway.

“I wasn’t able to contact either of her parents- any idea where they are?”

“They’re in Bali to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary.” Gabi answers, rubbing AJ’s back in the meantime.

“That explains it. The time difference.” Murray sighs. “I’ll try again later. Once the doctor’s out here, I’m gonna have to head back to the hotel to make sure the rest of team isn’t wrecking havoc.”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine here together.” Dylan told him.

“Call me if you guys need anything. Gabi has my number.”

Later, the doctor informs Coach and the team that you had a fracture in your cheekbone, a concussion and a superficial tear in your skin that resulted in the bleed. “She’ll be okay but she really has to take it easy throughout the healing process for the concussion. We stitched up the wound on her head and did some tests to make sure her brain’s not swelling and that she’s alert. But as with any other head injury, no strenuous activities, no activities that require a lot focus, and plenty of rest- day and night. She also seems to be extra sensitive to noises and lights, is nauseous and has thrown up once. That’s all expected but could persist while she heals. Her eye and vision are both fine, so no worries about that.”

“Can we go in to see her?”

“Preferably in pairs. She seems to remember what happened leading up to her injury but still, it’s best not to overwhelm her.”

“Very well, thanks doc.”

“No problem.” With that, the doctor leaves. Coach took Paige with him and left as well. “Okay, Gabs, AJ you two go in first.” Stacey decided, “Me and Dylan can wait.”

AJ quietly opened the door and she walks in. It felt a little strange not to knock because she always had the habit, but remembering what the doctor said, she didn’t. “I’m alive, don’t worry.” You joked. “Good to see you smiling.” Gab revealed, nudging AJ to go ahead while she herself sat down. “That was the scariest moment of my life.” AJ said in disbelief. “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right?” You sighed, “I’m in pain, but I’m okay. I will be - the doctors made sure of it. I just need to take it very slow for the next I don’t know, couple months maybe?”

AJ caresses your (uninjured) cheek as she gave you a teary smile, “I know, baby. I just got so scared but I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“I thought you two oughta know that she-who-shall-not-be-named has been kicked of the team, awaiting suspension.” Gabi announced.

“That’s nothing. I would’ve got her expelled.” Evidently, AJ was still fuming. “I get it, but with this on her record, it’s bye-bye CalArts for her.” Gabi reminded, “I reckon that punishment should suffice, for now. Karma’ll get her.”

#auli’i cravalho #aj campos #crush hulu #wlw #queer #lgbtqia #queer fic #fluff #angst #drama #love triangle #hurt/comfort #reader insert #x reader #female reader

[mafiasliege]

I dare you to let me go

(This is part 7 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 6 ↓

AVERY

The next two months may have been the worst time of Avery's life. Poverty, attempts on her life, pressure of the world, nothing compared to this. She threw herself even more into her work, tried not to be in the house that suddenly felt so lonely. Jameson and her didn't spend every waking moment together, even before everything went to hell, but he'd always be there. Making mischief, speeding cars on the track, sunbathing in the solarium or jumping off of his beloved climbing wall. She could feel him being there, and that was a great comfort. Now it felt so empty.

Jameson was still in the UK. He had come home for Christmas and New Year's, though. But the Hawthorne House was big enough for him to never see her.

She had to do something. Just because he told her to go away doesn't mean she'd just obey.

The next day, Alisa was in her office with Gray.

"Alisa. I need you to research every loophole on this."

The next few hours, the for of them discussed every possible outcome regarding her… proposition.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Avery?" Grayson asked her, even though he jumped on board with the idea.

"Yes."

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"Hey, Priscilla."

"Oh dear! Get inside, you all."

"That's okay. Is Jameson not home?" That was Xander, peeking in.

"Oh no, sweetie. He's in London. He had been since his mot was here two weeks ago."

Avery frowned. "A mot?"

"The blonde one."

"What's her name?"

"Don't know, girl. Mario tells me she's the Countess of Caithness. Real charmer."

Mario was the security at the front gate. No doubt they'd talked around. Even the media had gotten the hint they weren't together anymore. Their theories only made her feel worse.

Avery tried to mask her disappointment. He was flying around the globe like it was a ball, but he'd only come home for the sake of holidays. Just when she'd tracked him down, he was in London.

She was nervous on the flight there, and Xander tried using his distraction skills to it's best.

"What do you think he's doing in London? You know, other than getting into trouble."

Avery ignored that and voiced her fears thoughts instead, "do you think he's dating someone?"

"Probably." Said Lyra, casually sipping on her Manhattan. "What? It could happen. He's single and a Hawthorne. It could even be that blonde." She shrugged when Grayson glared at her.

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Jameson was not in his apartment, not at the mercy, and not with Simon. Max had stumbled into a famous bookstore. After Avery started panicking again, Lyra tried to redeem herself for her previous taunting, and dragged them to her favourite bar place in the city.

"You need to chill. Come on, the Manhattan on the flight has started losing its effect, anyway."

Inside the club, called The Onyx, Avery realised how fucked up a sense of humour life had, when she saw Jameson… with a girl.

"We did not go through so much trouble with Sheffield Grayson just for you to commit murder yourself," Grayson said, warning Avery, her dagger eyes on Jameson and the pretty blonde sitting together. He proceeded to say something that made them both laugh a lot and she touched his arm. It was his real laugh, which only made her more jealous.

"Gray's right. Max says it's harder to hide bodies in winter." Why Max knew that, no one knew. "Besides, don't you need to, you know, be married to be Countess?"

"Caithness is in Scotland, Xan. Some women there can just inherit the title. As a matter of fact, she's on google. Unmarried." She showed him a Wikipedia page.

While Lyra and Xan kept chattering, Jameson had spotted them. She waved at him. They got up and came toward them.

The blonde put out her hand, "Bridget. Nice to meet you." Avery put aside the most vivid fantasies she had sitting there of pulling the hand that touched him and burn it, and shook it instead. "Avery."

After initial introductions, avery excused herself to the bathroom.

Stay cool, calm, and collected.

"Heiress."

Avery turned around to see Jameson standing there. She turned around slowly to face him. He looked so beautiful, it hurt. His eyes seemed brighter, somehow. And his face and posture looked more relaxed, like when you water a drying plant. She felt equal parts guilty and ashamed that it took him leaving her to feel like himself again.

"I have to tell you something." He just nodded. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest.

"I gave up the Hawthorne foundation. It officially belongs to Grayson now." Jameson was shocked. He blinked twice, as if it wasn't real and all in his head.

"How? I thought you couldn't-"

"I told you, I'm not letting you go. Not now, not ever. But i had too many expectations from too many people. I had to release some of it. So, I researched every loophole the past couple of months, and made it official, it can't be undone now. And i wouldn't have it any other way." She always knew the Hawthorne foundation was what Grayson really missed about losing the inheritance, and she had her own foundation, her own purpose.

She kept talking, if he wasn't going to.

"So, your girlfriend's nice." The best way to cut out the awkward parts, according to her, was to rip off the bandaid asap.

“I'm not here on a date. Bridget's just a friend,” Jameson said in a small voice.

“Then why…”

"Why did Priscilla say-" his eyes glittered with emotion.

“Because I knew you'd ask her. Because I'm afraid of getting too attached again. I've been fighting against my still-consistent longing for you, and I almost gave in. I don’t…” He inhaled a shuddering breath.

“I’m scared I’ll go back and lose myself again. I’m scared you’ll get comfortable and take back you're words. I can’t go through that a second time, Avery. I can’t.” Avery put her hands on his neck.

"I won't, Jameson. I'll never take us back to that time." She pressed her forehead against his.

“Give us another chance,” she said. “One last chance. I promise I won’t hurt you. I know my promises don’t mean much to you anymore, and that's entirely my own doing, but tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”

This time, it was her who waited. Waited for so long, she wasn't sure he'd even heard her. When it became clear he wasn't going to say anything, she turned around.

"Heiress."

She hadn't even turned around halfway before Jameson grabbed her hand to gently pulled her toward him…

And kissed her.

#idytlmg #the inheritance games #the grandest game #tig #tig fanfic #the brothers hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne #javery #jameson x avery #averyjameson #grayson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne

[th3casscad3]

An Angel In Hell..

A Fallen Angel Emily X Male Reader.

After The Meeting In Heaven, Emilys Questions And Comments Were Getting Out Of Hand. At This Rate Emily Would Tell All Of Hevean About What's Really Happening Between Heaven And Hell. Sera Couldn't Have That. She Wouldn't Have That, So She Did The Only Thing She Thought Would Protect Her. She Banished Emily To Hell.

Warning/Triggers: Banishment, Rejection From Hevean, Hell.

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Emily Wouldn't Stand For Sera Rejecting Angel Dust Of Being Redeemable. He Had Proven His Worth, That Demons Could Change. Why Would Sera See That. Why Would Sera Allow The Exterminations. It Didnt Make Sense.. Every Time Emily Asked Sera About It, She Would Just Turn It Down And Ignore Her. Over Time This Really Started To Affect Emily. She Became A Problem To Sera. She Became A Dreamer Like Lucifer. She Saw The Good In The Demons And Talked About How Everyone Could Live In Peace, In Harmony. Emily Dreamed Of A World Where Hevean And Hell Could Unite And Be One. As Emily Kept Dreaming, Sera Only Grew More Anxious. Sera Knew That If She Didnt Stop Emily Soon All Of Hevean Would Know Of The Exterminations And Hevean Would Be In Shambles. No. Sera Just Coulnt Have That.. So One Day, Emily Was Banished From Heaven. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Emily Opened Her Eyes To Find Herself Falling. She Tried To Use Her Wings But They Wouldnt Budge. Eventually She Found Herself In The Very Pits Of Hell. Her Eyes Widen And Her Heart Picked Up Speed. She Caught Herself Before She Fell, Using Her Wings To Help. " No.. no no no no! I Have To Get Back Up There! I Have To Tell- " Emily Was Quickly Cut Off With A Group Of Demons Running To Attack Her. She Screamed And Flew Off Quickly. She Knew She Wasnt Safe Here. With Ever Turn And Look Around All She Saw Was Fire, Blood, And Demons Either Fighting, Doing Drugs Or Being Intimate. The Sounds Of Hell Was Enough To Make Emily Panick. She Just Kept Flying. She Wanted To Believe This Was All Just A Bad Dream, That She Would Wake Up In The Morning And Be In Hevean Again. As She Was Flying She Saw The Fiant Sight Of A Hotel.. The Hazbin Hotel. Yes. She Thought. If She Could Get To Charlie, She Could Probably Speak To Lucifer Too! She Quickly Dashed Over And Knocked On The Door. To Her Surprise, It Wasnt Charlie Who Answered The Door. It Was You. Sera Gave You A Gentle Yet Panicked Smile. "Hello.. May I Come In. Please. Im Looking For Princess Charlie. " Emily Fiddled With Her Fingers And Tucked Her Wings In. You Smiled And Extended Your Hand Out For Her. She Looked You In The Eyes And Took It With A Smile. You Helped Her In And Closed The Door Behind Her. " Charlie Isnt Here At The Moment But She Will Be Soon. Let Me Guess... Fallen Angel? " You Gave Her A Warm Smile, You Could See It In Her Eyes That She Was New And In A State Of Panick. That, And It Was Obvious She Was An Angel. " Yes, But I Know About The Exterminations And I Dont Stand For Them! Which Is Why I Really Need To Talk To Charlie! " Emily Spoke With A Stern Tone. " You Must Be Emily Then, Charlie Speaks Highly Of You. I Admire You. You Stood With Charlie In Front Of A Whole Court! That Was SO BADASS! Ha! I Could Only Imagine How Scary That Must Of Felt, To Stand Up For What You Think Is Right Even When Nobody Else Agrees. Its Tough Shit. " Emily Looks At You With A Touched Expression She Smiles Again And Grabs Your Hand. " I Want All Of You To Be Redeemed, It Isnt Fair. Everybody Makes Mistakes. Some.. Bigger Than Others But Still! Everyone Deserves A Second Chance! And.. I Just Know They Are Keeping Something From Me.. They Banished Me For Dreaming About Untiy And Peace. For Wanting Something Greater Than Just Fighting.. But Why.. " Emily Kept Her Hand In Yours, It Was Comforting To Say The Least. You Simply Smiled. You Could Understand That Emily Was Going Through A Lot Right Now And Based On Charlie's Lessons You Know That Its Better To Be There As Comfort. So You Did. You And Emily Talked For Hours, Going Back And Forth About Hevean And Hell. You Discussed What You Thought Was Considered Good And Evil. You Talked About How Much You Hated The Exterminations Too! You Both Discovered That You Shared A Lot In Common. You Felt Yourself Wanting To Be There For Emily All The Time. She Was A Angel That Knew Very Little On Hell And You Vowed To Protect Her At All Cost. You Both Talked Until You Fell Asleep On The Couch, Hand In Hand.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #emily hazbin hotel #fallen angel #I think this sucks #ill redo it soon #need some inspiration

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

people: capcom won’t make Leon and Ada end up together

me: UM ACTUALLY ☝️

Leon is the most likely thematically and story wise to end up leaving the government on his own terms to pursue something he’s personally and emotionally wanted to for years (Ada)

It’s a missed opportunity to not let Leon have his break and to not let him continue on being the doormat for Americans government. we've seen a lifetime of leon's life not being his own. from the minute we meet him in re2 and the ending of it, he

never

has

a choice

he’s forced into becoming a government agent. Blackmailed with the idea of them hurting Sherry.

And forced into a life he never wanted.

During re4 we see how he handles it. Sarcasm and aggression to others and a hostility that doesn't align with his actual personality anymore. he puts on a front, a way to cope with everything that had happened to him and to manage it somehow. he's one of the few characters that's portrayed to not be able to handle it. he's always had survivors guilt and it's been one of the primary characterizations that we go back to

the multitude of times where he loses everyone he knows and or cares about- leaves another dent in his heart and he HAS ONE. he's not like the other characters that can so mindlessly go through things and come out from the other side. he'd rather DIE than let someone down.

we see his reluctance to work with the government in

infinite darkness, damnation, re6, vendetta, (and also probably death island)

his character arc has always been "wants to help people, but knows that what he's doing isn't enough anymore-"

"when i was a kid, i used to think about the kind of man i'd grow up to be- i never... thought my life would turn out this way."

"I keep fighting...and fighting and fighting. Instead of seeing an end to this shit, it just keep getting worse. Is this what my life is supposed to be? Fighting the living dead and bastards that make them? What's the point of it all?"

HE KNOWS HE CAN'T KEEP GOING- but his heart is what makes him do it

his suicidal ideation had always been a focal point to his characterization since re2. whenever he gets into the dark places, he goes into self harm with ways like his alcoholism. if he can't kill himself, he's going to do it slowly. if he can't pull the trigger on himself, he'd rather die in combat.

he knows that people still need him though, he wouldn't do it.

and that's also one of his major faults. he'll always put other people before what he wants and needs.

it MAKES SENSE, and is a missed opportunity to not have him chase the ONE women he had been able to have a connection with since 1998. ada makes the MOST sense to have her be the one thing that leon has had personal desire for ada

"-sacrifice is a very huge thing for him (Leon), and after that it's honour, it's duty, and the only time you ever really see him grasping for personal need seems to be anything involved with- well- Ada Wong... that long history there, she's the one continuing facet throughout this entire experience, his life has been, the recurring element of personal need but at the same time of mistrusting that need, because it goes against everything that he believes he stands for- so it makes for interesting character dynamic-"

WHICH LEADS INTO

ADA gaining his trust

the biggest arc for Ada has been her "redeeming" herself in her eyes. She's always been portrayed as a woman working on the opposite side of leon's objectives but she CONTINUALLY GOES OUT OF HER WAY TO KEEP LEON SAFE.

THIS GOES AGAINST WHAT ADA'S CHARACTERIZATION HAS ALWAYS BEEN. he's been the one facet of HER life where she can not leave him behind- even though she was portrayed EARLY ON to show that she WANTS HIM TO LEAVE.

her arc has always been, and i think it's so much clearer in re4r, that she's redeeming herself in her own eyes. that despite her work, she finds comfort in the idea of leon still being there.

by the time we have re6, we have a full arc. her saving sherry

something that she DOES NOT NEED TO DO

she's shown time and time again that she will GLADLY LET THE OTHER PERSON DIE if it BENEFITS HER (EXCEPT FOR WHEN IT COMES TO LEON)

but sherry is important to Leon, and in extension, now important to Ada. she takes her time to save civilians, save Helena even though helena literally held a gun up towards ada. (which to be fair, is fair, since ada killed helena's mutated sister.)

i've used the helena gifs over and over again so i will refrain for now and hit you with the texts lol

"she's more than just a friend, isn't she, you have feelings for her,"

re6 has always been the aeon game that the resolution has been, they trust each other, even if the world is against them. they will go out of their way for each other

a climax of the arc would be for leon to leave the government on his own terms so he can actually have something he has wanted. and he could still pursue his other desires like to help people without being under the thumb of the government.

and ada can finally redeem herself in her eyes and leons. we already see that leon was willing to do LITERALLY ANYTHING TO STOP CHRIS FROM HURTING ADA.

ada has always had her history shrouded in mystery, but the one thing we've always been clear about is her feelings for leon and her choices haunting her. she actively pushes leon away when she can but like a moth to a flame, she finds herself unable to stay away from him even if it's better for the both of them to stay away

they pull towards each other- and it would MAKE SENSE if she were able to leave her life behind as WELL.

both of them were forced into a life they both did not want.

both of them find refuge in each other

both of them grow to have an understanding for each other

to have them continue on like this doesn't give them a resolution

it doesn't give them closure

and frankly, it's a disservice to have them just work until they're dead

both ada and leon have a fleshed out story (sure it could've been more fleshed out), but they have a story. a conflict, an arc, a storyline, back and forths, a climax, and now we need a resolution. an ending that i'm sure fans have been waiting for for 25+ years.

#ada wong #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #aeon #leon x ada #leon kennedy x ada wong #leon s kennedy x ada wong #resident evil #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil 6 #resident evil 2 remake #Youtube

[proship-angelbunny]

Wow, I expected the story of how Alastor and Percy started dating to be dark, but this is a whole other level of dark ... I love dark couples, and good character work. So, I was wondering how would Angel and Husk (+ Charlie) react if they found out the truth about their relationship? I think they would think that Percy is the victim in this relationship, and that he is in this relationship against his will (well, because he is a child), which of course is not the case, nor is Percy the victim

HOW THE HAZBIN CAST WOULD REACT TO FINDING OUT ABOUT ROSECEST

Charlie

Oh she’s absolutely traumatized by this. She’d basically immediately bonded with Percy (because ooo cute doll who’s so incredibly polite) so she’s heartbroken by the discovery

Charlie blames herself for this, for being stupid enough to let a obvious predator into her hotel, for not catching on sooner there was something off about the supposed “father and son” they claimed to be, for letting Percy get “abused” under her roof

She’s absolutely inconsolable, locking herself it her bedroom like in ep 7, not talking to Al for days, not letting anyone near her accept Vaggie

If Charlie is seen at all then she’s a mess, huge eye bags from not sleeping, unwashed and tangled hair, just a wreck

Charlie is convinced Percy is just a helpless victim in all of this

Basically the discovery breaks her, sure she has Lucifer and Vaggie, but no proof redemption is possible, the overlord who was responsible making this more then just a dream turned out to be a irredeemable monster, and does anyone down here even deserve redemption?

Alastor

He had a suspicion this wouldn’t go well at all, he tried so hard to keep his darling little doll away from the hotel, not wanting to fill Percy’s mind with such nonsense as “redemption” and “morality” as if he could even be redeemed at this point, that boy is his

Eventually he relaxed (knows how go manipulate everyone) enough to let Percy stay with him

They both play their parts well, after all they’ve had decades to prefect their little act, sneaking kisses and anything else that would jeopardize their facade behind closed doors or when no one was watching

He tries to keep Percy isolated even in the hotel, often watching his son’s interactions to make sure Percy isn’t getting pulled away from his controlling loving grasp

Once the secret is out he’s furious. Immediately trying to find whoever saw them so he can make them pay

If you thought he was being mean in ep 5 then ohh boy he’s worse. No more nice pleasantries, no more polite alastor, no everyone is going to see just how sadistic and cruel the radio demon can be

No one is safe from his wrath, even those who’ve been with alastor for decades

Sure his souls probably get the nicest treatment out of anyone, but all of them are still threatened with harsh punishment if they don’t help him

Percy (thankfully) isn’t physically punished for this, he’s simply watched constantly to make sure he doesn’t run off with charlotte

If he gets his hands on the FILTH who caught them…well let’s just say he’ll be on air for a while

Vaggie

She saw something like this coming…

not something THAT awful but she was right to not trust alastor at all

She’s absolutely disgusted by the discovery, sure as a former exorcist she’s done some awful things, but abusing a helpless child like that…it crossed a line

She can barely look at Alastor without wanting to rip him to shreds

Vaggie is thankfully kept occupied by Charlie’s breakdown, gotta be a supportive girlfriend :)

She desperately wants to try and talk with Percy about this to reason with him, maybe somehow convince him that what Alastor is doing is very wrong, that her and Charlie can help him, anything

She knows Charlie is in no state to be the group’s leader so she steps in to the role

Angel

He’s…..conflicted. On one hand he’s horrified by/for Percy, but angel also understands how hard it is to escape a abusive relationship

He wants to talk to Percy about this, to maybe help the kid get out to make sure Percy doesn’t end up trapped like him. But he can never get Percy alone long enough to talk

Angel knew since Percy arrived there was something more between the boy and alastor (if them being so clingy wasn’t a obvious enough hint) he’d often be “conventionally up” after everyone else had gone to bed to try and catch them

His drunken tirade is actually what got this whole mess started

Angel is absolutely terrified of alastor after learning the truth it reminds him too much of Valentino

If Angel was making progress on recovery in season 1 oh boyyy that’s gone. He’s back trying to numb everything with sex, alcohol and drugs (hell it’s probably worse because he can’t get the image of Percy being abused/his own memories of Valentino to stop)

Husk

Oh boyy…husk

He doesn’t take it well at all, he already didn’t like alastor to begin with and that’s absolutely true now

The way I picture him finding out is through drunken rambling from angel. He first writes it off as just Angel being wayyyyy to intoxicated and probably confusing one of his scripts for something real

But his mind refuses to accept that answer, so he goes and confronts alastor about it

The more they talk the less convinced husk is that alastor is innocent of everything

They get into a whole big fight about it (picture something similar to the leash scene from ep 5 but more aggressive) and the rest find out from there…

Niffty

Being Alastor’s oldest trapped soul comes with some oerks, like already knowing your boss is in a romantic relationship with his adopted son

Yeah she’s hurt about everyone getting into a whole big thing about this, but she’s really too busy cleaning and being her chaotic little self to really care

She makes sure to spend some extra time with Percy after everything goes down, trying to help distract her bestie and basically adopted baby brother with her usual antics (roach puppet show woooo!!!)

Niffty continues to look up to alastor even after everything is revealed, continuing to be around the two constantly.

If rosecest end up leaving the hotel niffty soon disappears with them as well

#enjoy me spitballing ideas #yeah I know it’s sad and angsty but what did you expect? #this is a show about redemption and goodness after all #of course most of the cast if some flavor of outraged and horrified #bloody broadcast #rosecest #proship selfship #hazbin hotel #self ship #alastor #hazbin alastor #proselfship #proship #selfship #hazbin rp #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #niffty #charlie morningstar #hazbin charlie #vaggie #🚬 #🥀💌📻 #selfship proship #proshipper safe #proshipping #proshippers please interact

[mahpotatoequeen]

tdp - anastasia au

Thinking about a Dragon Prince Anastasia AU.

I don’t think I would change the universe very much- we would still have Katolis and Xadia, that long war and all those endless cycles of violence and grief within it. Moonshadow Assassins are still coming from the Silvergrove to enact their Dragon Queen’s vengeance. 

Here’s the difference: King Harrow and his sons aren’t home in Katolis. They’ve been travelling, visiting other dignitaries at a conference in some other human kingdom. It was presented as a way of family bonding, but there was something tight and drawn in Harrow’s eyes when he suggested it.

They go anyway. They meet other monarchs. They feast on fine food. Successful conferences are often followed by parties, and this one is no different. The music is lively and the moon is full.

Then the elven assassins come. It is chaos. People are screaming everywhere, Callum and Ezran get separated from their Dad, and well…. You know the rest is history.

FEATURING:

Callum: playing the amnesiac prince who only really has some thread-worn clothes and a small little chain with the symbol of Katolis embedded in what can’t possibly be real gold. He feels like he’s missing something, something important, and really wants to get the Kingdom of Katolis in hopes of figuring out his past. He’s sort of surprised when an elf shows up and claims he might be the missing prince though. It’s ridiculous. Preposterous. Straight up impossible. Even if it is a little weird that he can remember that the King’s favourite jelly tarts are the persimmon ones…. 

(Also, moonshadow elves with brilliant purple eyes are suddenly appearing a lot in his ragtag sketchbook??? No idea why. Really. It’s not like she’s pretty. It’s just. She’s very aesthetically pleasing. For art purposes. Ahem.)

Ezran: playing the child king who lost his brother and father in one fell swoop when he was nine years old. He’s twelve, and he’s exhausted, but he has managed to work together with the other kingdoms to broker something like a very, very tentative peace treaty with Xadia. Lord Viren is his advisor, but it seems more like he’s there to undermine and trip him up at every possible opportunity. Ezran’s trying to find a reason to fire him, but one of the constituents of his young rule was that Viren would be there to…guide him. So just straight up telling him to leave without reason won’t work. 

The last Ezran saw of his brother, he was alive. They had been running, and Callum had helped him up onto a horse and sent it cantering. He was supposed to have followed right behind him, but for some reason never did. He’s convinced that Callum must still be alive, though, even if that hope is dwindling. He’s offering a very high reward indeed for his sibling’s return.

(Ezran is tired. He’s tired, and he’s very, very lonely.)

Rayla: playing a moonshadow assassin who is desperately trying to redeem herself in the eyes of her people after letting the two princes get away through a hidden passage that fatal night. She’s been on her own for the last couple of years, ghosted from her home and more determined than ever to get this right. The protections around the palace have grown extensively since the attack, and If she has to use this nobody as a fake ‘brother’ in order to get close enough to King Ezran and finish the job, then so be it. 

(Rayla doesn’t plan on falling in love. Stupid humans.)

Bait: Has gone on a miniature quest to find Big Brother Human himself, cause his Human is SAD and HAS BEEN SAD for SO LONG and it’s Not Good. He’s surprised, then, after a while of mindless wandering, to actually find Big Brother Human, smelling and looking a little worse for wear and definitely older, but. He’s got charcoal on his fingers. He scratches under Bait’s chin the same.  His Human is gonna be so happy. 

Bait forgot how annoying it was, though, that Big Brother Human does not understand him. If the Two Idiots would listen to him, they would not encounter HALF the problems they did. 

(When all this is over, Bait’s gonna have some tales to tell.)

Viren: playing a royal advisor who is more than a little bitter that the crown has gone to an inexperienced child over him. He had been there, the night King Harrow had died, and he had made… sacrifices for his cause. This was not supposed to be the result. 

Still, he is making leeway in winning the council over. The ridiculous treaty Ezran has made with the elves is shaky, and he can use this to his advantage. You can imagine his frustration, however, when he hears rumours about that overprivileged mongrel surviving. Callum had seen something, that night, that could ruin everything Viren has worked for. Something he could not be allowed to remember, or to live and tell the tale. 

(The mirror in his basement has its own magics, its own way of reaching through miles upon miles and placing danger in an elf and a supposed prince’s path.)

Claudia and Soren: Working under their father’s orders, they’ve been given commands to make sure that the elf and a magical fake Callum never reach the palace, because they’re an endangerment to the crown and the kingdom’s safety. A trick from Xadia, according to Viren. A plot against the king. 

(Soren asks what they do if it is the real Callum. I bet you know the answer.)

Amaya: Has moved closer to home with the withdrawing military presence after the peace treaty, as an extra measure of security and out of guilt of leaving her only family left alone for so long. She started conducting initial interviews of potential ‘Prince Callum’s’ the fifth time Ezran had come to her room, frustrated tears in his eyes, shakily signing about how he doesn’t understand why people would lie about being his brother like that, don’t they get how cruel that is? To give him hope and wrench it away?

Does she believe that her nephew is actually alive? No. Not really. Is the experience of interviewing people claiming to be Callum its own twisted brand of grief? Yeah. Sort of. But she’s willing to do it so that Ezran doesn’t have to, in hopes of making it some of those missing years for him. She’s shoring herself up for when he’s ready to hold a funeral, to stumble her way through helping him with this grief. She wishes Sarai was here. 

(She also thinks that Viren is a piece of shit, but that is its own thing.)

#tdp #tdp ezran #tdp callum #tdp rayla #the dragon prince #anastasia au #my writing #is the first chapter of this already half written? #yes yes it is #i'm having fun :)

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Don’t get me wrong, I fucking LOVE Hordak. But even I’ll admit, his redemption kinda sucked. He didn’t really help anyone. All he did was stand up to his abuser and save Entrapta. Did he help contribute to saving the world? Yes, but it wasn’t intentional. That being said, I think his Season 5 story arc was better than Catra’s, because it was much more obvious that his redemption wasn’t complete if it’s even begun. And the end of the series, Hordak is free, and with someone he cares about. He’s not alone, but he’s not forgiven by everyone. Catra however gets everything she ever wanted by doing the bare minimum. Multiple friends, a girlfriend, freedom, forgiveness from everyone. The story portrays Catra’s redemption as complete. And I know a lot of stans say ‘bUt HeR rEdEmTiOn iSn’T oVEr.’ Yes, it is. By all means, that’s what the narrative is telling us. I know it’s not over, but the story and writing doesn’t. And that’s the issue. Hordak has a lot of work ahead of him for what he did, and that much is clear. But for Catra? It would be so easy to just assume her and Adora go off and kiss immediately after the show ends. It’s all about framing.

yeah, to be honest, i wouldn't even call it a redemption arc. hordak could still have been evil, because he wasn't doing anything for the greater good. he was doing it for entrapta. i still see him as an anti-villain of sorts, rather than a redeemed villain.

and yeah, that's why catra's redemption is so much worse in comparison because it was supposed to be an actual redemption and it failed. just having you character mumble an apology and do one good thing isn't enough to redeem them.

it's even worse when you remember that catra didn't save glimmer because she cared about her, she did it for adora. which follows the idea of catra "redeeming" herself solely to get on adora's good side, so she could continue abusing her. and that's exactly what happens. it's so strange how the writers clearly tried to replicate the success with zuko's redemption (the motivation, the whole good eye-bad eye theory, etc) but didn't actually include the elements that made it so great.

#spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop discourse #spop criticism #she ra #anti catradora #anti catra #anti c//a #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora

[andorerso]

i was wondering if you could talk a little bit about why you don’t like marva? (loved the new chapter of don’t say you love me)

Hoo boy, where do I begin? Put under a read more for spoilers, and for the anti-Maarva rant incoming.

First and probably biggest reason is the kidnapping. Drugging and taking a child from his community and his only remaining family, a child who's terrified, who's clearly never seen technology like theirs before, who doesn't even speak their language... She's quite literally the textbook example of the white savior trope, and most baffling of all, this is portrayed as a mostly positive thing. (Well, not even mostly. Other than Cassian still looking for his sister and their relationship being strained, I struggle to see where the show called out Maarva for her actions because well. It didn't.)

Then there's the way she treats Cassian after that. She's belittling, dismissive, borderline emotionally abusive, constantly puts him down and talks down on him, always criticizes him... She treats Bee kinda shitty too, mind you (for example snapping at him to shut up rather cruelly if you ask me.) Then she abandons Cassian when he needs her the most because now she suddenly cares about fighting the empire? And once again, it's portrayed as this selfless heroic act because I guess fighting the Empire is more important than anything. Fine, if that's what you wanna go for. Except that she doesn't fight them. She doesn't do anything, and this "noble" act of sacrifice is completely meaningless. It does nothing else but hurt Cassian. She took this child from his home, never took accountability for it, never treated him right as a mother, and now when he has no one else left and he's just begging her to go with him because despite everything, he does love her and he doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want her to be in danger... she turns him away? And for what? So she can stay on Ferrix, sick and stubborn and refusing to take her medication and just being a nuisance to everyone? So she can die alone a month later without having any closure with her son? Okay. Makes sense. Oh wait, I forgot. She makes a speech. Groundbreaking.

What's especially annoying to me is that the narrative fully takes her side and never bothers to call her out on any of this. Yes, some people just don't have good mothers, and that'd be fine as a story, even though I'd still dislike her, but what makes me hate her even more is that the story doesn't seem to consider her a bad mother. The story wants me to like her. We're told she's a beloved part of the community, that she's a selfless mother, that she's an inspiring leader. Except that's not what they show us. Fiona Shaw herself talks about what a selfless hero she is for quote-on-quote rescuing Cassian, and it feels like I'm getting whiplash because did we watch the same show? Rescuing Cassian is not how I'd put it. She full on drugged and kidnapped a child, that's not a noble or heroic act of self-sacrifice.

Maarva never shows any warmth towards Cassian. Even in episode 7 when he goes back to her and episode 11 when he tries to call her, it feels like a boy desperately trying to please and live up to his mother's standards because she never made him feel like he was good enough. And that really is just the last straw. I wouldn't forgive her for kidnapping him, but I had hoped, initially, that there'd be consequences to this, that she'd show remorse at least. But I don't think Maarva ever really thought she did anything wrong because the story doesn't think she did anything wrong. And instead of trying to make it up to him like Clem seemed to have tried, she just gives him even more emotional damage.

I just can't tolerate her. Even her love for Cassian seems selfish at best, so there's nothing redeemable about her in my eyes.

#replies #anonymous #anti maarva andor #but im glad you enjoyed the chapter! #i think a lot of my feelings and frustrations with maarva come through in it #and i can't say i'm going to be any kinder in future chapters or stories

[reilliane]

✤ — Universe: Vigil ✤ — Concept: Two days apart, at long last, Kazuha has prepared himself to greet a latecomer... in more ways than one | Irodori Festival (Interlude) ✤ — Characters: Kazuha (platonic), Aether, Paimon, Xingqiu, Albedo, Venti — she/her A/N: Vigil!MC is a pretty lady and no one denies it. Also, there's a bit of angst in the first thousand words, but the rest is just a road down awe and fluff ehehe. We need an entrance before the rest of the parts come in full fluffy!.

Sweet, sweet Inazuma.

With its endless bloom of pretty sakura and perpetual descent of crimson maple, it appears that it too has come to welcome someone who's returning to her homeland.

The Irodori Festival is already at the pinnacle of excitement, what with the arrival of numerous authors and the jovial atmosphere lasting day and night.

But along with this festival arises a story cloaked in the smoke of buried history.

Kazuha has decided to hold off divulging the narrative he's held privy only to familial ties until the next afternoon—which is today—in favor of waiting for the arrival of someone.

He has two reasons; the premise being that Ayaka is acquiring more information herself, and him, truthfully a little sullen to go through this alone.

The past is, so to say, a delicate subject to touch upon. There are memories he doesn't wish to visit and mistakes that, up until now, he wishes to change.

But he knows this; he knows that he should no longer allow those blue devils to smite him, for he has redeemed himself.

Well, that is according to someone else's words.

If he is to be more candid with his still guilty conscious, he's nowhere near the remission he seeks... and maybe he'll never truly achieve it.

Ah, wait, what's he doing? He shouldn't have such a pensive front when everyone is at an obvious merry.

Besides, today is supposed to be exciting! Setting aside the serious matter, of course.

“We're all here. Perfect!”

The voice of Paimon brings him out of his reverie.

Time flies by so quickly when one is lost in another world, notes the samurai as he glances over the reformed group. Though one seems to not have arrived yet... to his dismay.

“Apologies,” his eyes proceed to wander around the plaza, “But may I be excused for a moment to head to the port?”

The smallest amount of concern rumbles in his chest, bitter on his tongue. It's a recognized feeling that he doesn't wish to rekindle.

“Sure... but,” Paimon decides to be the group's voice in the middle of their blinking surprise, “Aren't we already complete? Are we still waiting for someone?”

Eyes on his person, he decides to indulge them with eye contact, seeing how there is an assortment of expressions on everyone's faces. Which is understandable, given he's not one for abrupt diversions.

“Well... !” his supposed explanation comes to a pause when he spots a rather familiar person darting from one of the floral shops towards the docks.

His finger twitches. That man...

What he's thinking of may be out of the question, but he has to ascertain things for himself.

He bows his head.

“Excuse me, everyone. I won't be gone long.”

There sounds a collection of bewildered hums and gasps—followed by the Traveler's call of his name, but he does not look back.

Light on his feet as if the wind springs him with each leap off the ground, he moves with adept action. Swift to pass by like a breeze, but careful enough so as to not be a hazard to the people coming in to enjoy the festival.

When he arrives at the port, there is a noticeable ship unloading passengers—and the same man he saw, waiting with a bouquet of pretty dendrobiums.

He wishes his theory is false, but the second he sees the man darting toward a certain lady, he's already pursing his lips with a sigh.

“I have waited long for your return, my muse.”

Sometimes, he wishes his hearing isn't so attuned with the environment, but alas.

“Your beauty has not waned, but refined! Inazuma beams brighter with your return!”

The wharf is oddly swarming with a lot of people, the majority bearing faces he has seen from when he was an adolescent.

Working his way through the crowd, it comes to his prompt attention, the progenitor of such a mob—and he eases.

“Nee-san.”

The calling singlehandedly puts a stop to the blissful chatter, with plentiful eyes turning to look at him in apprehension.

Not like he minds, in fact, their alarm is well-placed.

“Ah, Kazuha! Where- where are you-”

The dulcet-sounding voice of his sister makes him course through the sea of shellshocked people—suitors—until he finally sees her. Or, well, at least her hands.

[Name]'s upper half is completely covered, hidden by a bunch of bouquets with differing flowers in each wrap. A flamboyant sight.

“The Kaedehara..” he hears one mumble as he goes to help carry the flowers, “I honestly didn't think I'd see them here.”

“Right? When I heard someone say that the Kaedehime will be coming back after so long, I just had to check it out. Now that it's true, I wish I brought something!”

Ah, that's right. The departure—escape—of his sister has always been known.

Perhaps it came with her popularity.

It's such a thespian matter to think that they're likening her arrival to a princess' return to a country that once sought to end her life.

Which is actually true, in a way.

Kazuha smiles the second he sees his older sibling's face appear once he has lessened her load of bouquets.

“Shall we get going? There arose some story pertaining to the history of our family, so I ought to wait for you first before proceeding to procure the rest of the account.”

“Oh, yes, let's! I'm quite eager,” the lady beams after bidding adieu to those who greeted her in the harbor, oblivious to the smiles belying their crestfallen expression.

Kazuha allows himself to chuckle. No, no, he's not making fun of them, no, of course not.

It's just a little comical, is all.

“I had to wrap things up in Liyue as quick as I could after receiving your letter. We were only apart for two days but it felt long...”

His sister is oblivious to the fact that the flowers she received aren't done out of friendliness, but with the intent to court.

Oh well. It's better that way.

Small talk arises on their way back to the Five Kasen Plaza, with him filling the other in about the poems and other findings they've gotten in relation to the Kaedehara's downfall.

It's a barely noticeable decline, the jubilance in his sister's gait, when he finished retelling yesterday's events. If he isn't so observant, he would've been led into thinking that this discussion doesn't matter to the lady at all.

“Oh, you're back!”

Ah. Kazuha braces himself.

“We were just about to go after-” Aether stops, blinking, “-You...”

The group reforms once again—and if they weren't that all surprised minutes ago, well they surely are now. Except for Ayaka, whose eyes are lit with silent excitement.

“Lady [Name]!” the Kamisato reaches to clasp the other girl's hands, “You're safe. Seeing you here puts me at great ease. It's been quite a long time since I've seen you... !”

[Name] nods at this, her lips also upturned.

“It has, hasn't it? How's your brother faring?”

“Oh, he's—”

With the two delving off into a small world of their own a minute after reuniting, the rest scoots closer to the onlooking ronin.

Paimon all but tugs at the crimson scarf, little hands clenched into fists as she bursts into a loud whisper, “Who is that!? Paimon feels like burning!”

Burning? Kazuha doesn't question the strange phrasing as he answers, “My older sister. Although I've come to journey with you and the Traveler, you both haven't met her until now...”

“There is an uncanny resemblance,” Calx speaks up with a hum, his turquoise eyes fixated on the older Kaedehara's profile.

It doesn't go unnoticed.

“It's clear why you chose to wait for her arrival before continuing a tale of history, then. Seeing that she's family,” concludes Zhenyu, whose smile appears to be a little larger.

Kazuha tries not to think much of the fluttering stares towards his sibling and he nods, thankful.

“I'm glad you all understood. My older sister may know more of the story than I do, as well, so having her here will be twice as meaningful.”

Well, he honestly didn't expect the festival to turn out this way—a run back down memory lane—because he initially only planned to bask in the merriment that the event has to offer, but tides change.

The green-garbed bard—someone that he felt is close to the wind—whistles shortly, a small chuckle of interest leaving before he glances at him.

“Very meaningful,” Venti winks, “Say, does your sister fancy music?”

Oh, dear. Now that's a question he's heard one too many times in the course of his childhood.

He wonders why such a query was raised. Surely it's not because—

“Pardon my lack of manners! Got quite holed up there,”

The entrance of another voice prompts the group to turn to the [c]-eyed lady. Kazuha notices that his sibling has one less bouquet, with said bouquet having been given to a bashful-looking Ayaka.

“I extend only the warmest of greetings. I take it you all are acquainted with my dear brother,” [Name] steps closer to him, then bows to the rest.

“I'm Kaedehara [Name]. It's a delight to meet you all.”

Facing that radiant smile doesn't last for long until the four, little flying fairy included, are simultaneously averting their squinted eyes.

It's an amusing sight. Was it too bright?

“Traveler, Paimon's going to fail as your guide if she goes blind!” yells the small girl in a panic as she darts to hide behind the aforementioned Outlander.

Aether rustles around with pink cheeks, trying to get the desperate clutch on his cape off without looking like a madman.

“Paimon, quit it... !”

“Ah... it's a delight indeed,” nods Venti, who has a glued smile on his face, his thumb raised in affirmation.

How bizarre, Kazuha almost sighs. All of a sudden, they seem to be acting a little strange.

Truly, the effect of his sister works wondrously. He can't deny that at all, she's the pretty flower of Inazuma for a reason.

But alas, now is not the time for gawking—even the mighty Calx appears to be a loss for words for once—for they've some history to undercover.

They mustn't get off track for too long.

“Alright, everyone. I would like to continue what we're about to-”

Thump!

“Goodness, Kazu, isn't this you? But why were you like that? Who tied you up?!”

Ah.

The bouquets have fallen on the plaza grounds, left forgotten by the lady who is openly gaping as she stares at a particular portrait.

I forgot about that, Kazuha blinks.

Immediately, there is an attempt to explain things. Calx is the first to try and clear up whatever's misunderstood, followed by Ayaka.

“Your brother was used-”

“Used!?”

Calx falters, “Yes—”

“Kazuha!”

In the spur of the moment, [Name] all but races to go to him, [c] eyes ablaze with concern.

She does not heed the others' hysteric explanations any mind, only acting upon a single objective.

“This is normal... I assure you, Kazuha will clear it up,” Ayaka informs the rest with a smile.

That much is true.

Kazuha allows his hands to be snatched and looked over thoroughly with an amused smile. Sometimes, he just forgets how much of a worrywart his sister can be... aside from being oblivious.

“Are you still a wanted criminal?” [Name] fusses, looking at the wrists and brushing her gentle thumbs over them, “You didn't tell me about this at all, what if—”

Oh, a miscalculation. He presents a timid and apologetic smile towards his acquaintances as his sister continues to ramble.

It's going to be a long day ahead.

a/n: FINALLY I- ugh, I've been waiting to write this for so long :v

楓　姫　(Kaede hime) - Princess of Maple (or in another angle, we can also refer to her as 'Kaedehara's Princess')

This the first part! Two more shorts will follow (aka the part where the older sibling embarrasses the other). MC IS THERE TO BRIGHTEN THINGS UP.

Kazuha's not alone in this universe aaaa ♪(´▽｀)

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