#sometimes it's about the murders we made along the way ;3

[betweenlands]

the good news is now i do get to reveal what Like Recognizes Like actually means, now the brackets are basically over...

see, the phrase doesn't actually originate on Dominion. it is originally a quote from Legundo but it's from a different, more gameshow-like server, called Deceit (specifically, from Season 2 of the series).

he's not the person who says it in Dominion, though. that honor belongs to someone who didn't make it to the brackets, an inchling thief by the name of Fixxitt.

and boy, can he hold a grudge.

(he also just says things sometimes but that's neither here nor there)

#dominion lifesteal alliance #mcytblrsymb #yt #txt #orig #dominioners #aud #lifesteal and dominion are both servers about murdering your friends and making shaky alliances #so i figured this quote was extremely fitting yanno? ominious but sweet. means murder. #sometimes a fandom bonding experience is about having unhinged wet cats and evil casino owners #sometimes it's about the murders we made along the way ;3

[antiwhores]

Bakugou’s sidekick with a mask

Bakugou has known his sidekick for 3 years now and he has not once seen your face. No one has. Hes getting curious too with the crush he’s harboring.

Yall I gotta take my braids out today but im not tryna do that. Also, my friends keep calling me mommy. Im childless!

Part 2 👇🏾

Bakugou has never, not ONCE, seen your face.

You work at his agency as his sidekick and yet he has no real idea what you look like. You’re documents are proved secure so you’re not a villain in disguise. And even so, he would’ve caught you acting suspisous by now. You just really don’t wanna show your face.

No one has seen your face in the agency. You walk around with a full face mask and suit like some spider-man wannabe and never take it off. Not even in the girls locker room! And oh, the female workers have tried to pry it off you.

As a little inside joke between the both of you, Katsuki offered a reward to anyone in the agency who could catch you without your mask on and tell him what you looked like.

They would hide in lockers and wait for you to take off your mask. They would be seething with excitment, practically hyperventilating. Then you would pull off the mask to reveal another mask.

This cracked Bakugou the hell up when he heard the gossip. The whole situation honestly only made his fondness for you stronger

This same procedure repeated a whole bunch of other time too. They would think they finally caught you then you would reveal another mask. One of them even tried sneak attacking you to rip the mask off. Only to reveal another mask.

The masks the multiplied while the amount of people trying divided until everyone gave up and there were about a hundred of your masks hanging around.

Of course, Bakugou was curious. Especially since during the 3 years of you being his annoying sidekick, he’d started to feel some unwanted love and attachment towards you. How was he supposed to ask you out if he didn’t know who he was asking out? Not that he cared what you looked like. Its just he wanted to know to feel… special.

He had managed to pry a bit of information about you along with sarcastic comments:

“Okay. Just answer my questions if you’re not gonna let me pull that damned mask off.”

“Ugh, why’re you so curious? Are you wondering if I’m insanely hot? I am, now leave me alone.”

“No you fucking idiot, its just unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“Yes unfair, I’ve known your dumbass for 3 years. We hang out outside of work, we’ve almost died together like 40 times, and you’ve seen me almost naked!”

“Not by choice! I swear, you should’ve locked the door!”

“IT WAS THE BOYS BATHROOM!”

“OKAY AND?”

“Oh my fucking god. Anyway, all that shit and I dont even know what your dumbass face looks like! You could just walk by me out of costume and I’d have no damn idea who you were.”

“Yeah, thats the fun of it! Makes me feel like a spy.”

He gives you a serious look, “y/n-“

“Uuuuugggghhh, fine you whiny bitch. What do you wanna know?”

“What race are you?”

“What race do you think I am?”

“I’ve seen your skin sometimes when your costume breaks. Also I know you’re from y/c so your probably y/r.”

“Racist.”

“Im gonna fucking murder you!”

“You’re correct, you smart cookie! Anything else?”

“Yeah-“

“EHHHHH! Only one question every 3 years Katsuki!”

“THREE YEARS?-“

Eventually he does see you outside of work but just as he suspected, he has absolutely no idea its you.

There was a villain attack happening and you were oblivious to it. Or more like you couldn’t afford to do something right now. You had forgotten your costume but thankfully you heard familiar explosions accompanied with the voice of Sero.

“Oh, they got this.” You mumbled as you continued to walk in the direction of your apartment. You took a bite out of a piece of the cheesecake you went all the way across town to get.

The deluctable flavor, and maybe your lack of care, stopped you from realizing a literal car was fly towards you. Honestly, you’d walk out pretty okay if it hit you, banged up but alive, and thats all you needed. You also overused your quirk yesterday and now you’re basically quirkless so there wasn’t really anything you could do without loosing your cheesecake and that was worth more than your life.

Just as you prepared for the car by taking another bite you were swooped up into warm arms. The stranger had flung himself and you into the air. You couldn’t bring yourself to even care cause YOU DROPPED YOUR FUCKING BAG OF CHEESECAKE.

You screamed at the man, it all came out muffled due to your mouthful.

“WHAT TE FEK? MY CHESS CAKE! GO BAIK!”

The man whos arms you were in ignored you. He went to drop you off on top of the building you were standing under but you immediately jumped off.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!?” The man screamed. He must’ve thought you were doing this just to die.

He blasted himself down to grab you before landing on the ground safely.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

You were about to turn around to answer but the words died in your throught at seeing your partner. So you just pulled yourself away from his grip and walked over to the bag. You picked it up with a bright smile before continuing your walk.

He grabbed the back of your shirt before you could get away. “Do you have a fucking death wish or something?!” You broke the piece that you were about to grab into two. You took the other piece and shoved it in his mouth.

He looked like he was about to murder you but you just threw him a thumbs up. He spit the cake out, earning an insulted scream from you. “What the hel-“ Before he could finish the sentence he was interrupted by Sero. “BAKUGOU! If your finished flirting with the civilian… COME HELP ME!”

Its like he remembered he was in a fight by the way his face hardened. He grabbed your neck, turning you to face him. “Leave. I don’t wanna see you around here again. And definitely not for no fuckin’ cheesecake.”

You nodded feverishly, a blush was creeping up your cheeks. You felt exposed looking him straight in the eyes. Like one wrong move and he knew everything about you.

He mumbled something about you reminding him of another dumbass he knows before blasting away.

The next day when you guys were patrolling he told you the story. You couldn’t stop laughing at how he described whom he didn’t know was you. “Yeah and then she wanted to fucking give me attitude and shove cake in my mouth!” You giggled, “Was it at least good cake?” “YES!”

#mha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou imagine #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou fluff

[partypuppynastja]

Transgender Day of Remembrance

This year’s official list has 327 names:

Those murdered were disproportionately women, usually around my age, more often women of colour. Many more will have gone unreported, and/or misgendered in their deaths.

One of those murders is from my native UK—there was also an attempted murder not far from here though, a trans woman stabbed on her doorstep. Fortunately, she survived. I wonder how many other non-fatal attacks were made in the same year.

51 were in the US; that’s more than one per state. Brazil was worst, with 96 (with a similar population size).

9 were tortured to death; another 3 burned alive; another 3 dismembered.

It can be hard to understand why people hate us so much. We’re mostly just trying to live our lives. I guess we’re an easy target, and dehumanised enough in popular media that our deaths elicit little care. I remember the first time I read in a newspaper about a trans woman being killed, the headline was written as a punchline, “transvestite beaten to death with hoe”, and the article was worse. 

Fast-forward and today the jokes normalising such violence get Netflix specials, and the more serious hate-mongers get #IStandWith— hashtags in their support, as they go on their “I’ve been cancelled” tour and given every platform available. Politicians debate, and “sensible centrists” call for understanding from both sides, which tends to amount to “well we must understand that trans people can’t help being trans, and trans people must understand that we have Legitimate Concerns™ that if we don’t take seriously enough will just result in violence against trans people”. And so the microphone gets passed to the transphobe-du-jour.

Eventually, the world will get better. Education improves, community (and thus a little safety) is easier to find, transphobes start to realise history will judge their crimes like every other bigotry and ‘phobia and ‘ism. Those who are “not transphobic but” will learn to put aside their biases; those who are openly transphobic will become “not transphobic but”. It may never die out, just like racism hasn’t, just like homophobia hasn’t, and so forth, but it will get better. We just have to live to see it.

And that gives me strength sometimes, gives me an extra reason to survive when I don’t always want to. Transphobes want to see me die, and I will do my level best to thrive instead. It’s not easy and sometimes I feel like a flower growing through concrete. 

But like a flower growing through concrete, I know where I’ve come from and I know where I’m going. I can’t know whether I’ll make it, but I know I must keep trying, and the further I get, the easier it will get along the way. It doesn’t mean there won’t be the occasional storm, or freeze. But, there’s sunshine too. There is love in the world; there is hope.

We owe it to the fallen to live, to thrive, and to strive to make things better in this world.

#Transgender Day of Remembrance #TDoR #Transgender #Trans

[loveswrites]

Pumpkins Please Billy Loomis x Stu Marcher x reader

Pumpkins Please Billy x Reader x Stu

Word count: 1397

Time it Took me: 1 hours 30 mins

To my loves: It was so obvious that stu and billy would win for our celebration of 300 followers! I wrote it that same night so I've had it in my drafts for 6 days now. I was thinking if I should wait till the poll ended but we reached over 300 followers before it even did, So here you go loves! Enjoy! Thank you for the support. It makes me so happy you guys enjoy my writing as it is all I want to do in life.

Love <3

“I wanna carve a pumpkin.” You pouted.

“Why don’t we just crave someone up instead.” Billy smirked playing with the tip of his knife. 

“I already have the pumpkins at my house. You wanna carve em here or there?” Stu said dropping himself on the bed making you and Billy shake with the bed. 

“You didn’t tell me you bought pumpkins.” Billy said, narrowing his eyes at Stu.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” Stu laughed out.

“Yes.” You and Billy said in unison. 

Stu started to laugh but slowly stopped when he realized you and Billy were not joking. 

“I just thought I should have them at the house since you know it is halloween. You know our favorite holiday.” Stu said, looking in between you and Billy.

“It’s not my favorite holiday mine is-”

“Christmas.” The two boys groaned, making you smile.

“The moment September 1st came along you were running around here yelling out ‘It’s christmas!’” Billy mocked you but you could see the slight smile in his cheeks as he recalled the memory. 

“It’s a lovely holiday, what can I say?” You smiled rubbing your socks together. 

Billy stroked the sides of your waist with his knife sending a shiver down your spine. He did this often. To both you and Stu. Still would often get cut most of the time cause he'd always laugh or move too much. But you trusted Billy to never leave a mark on you and he never did. Never has. 

Billy had three favorite things. His knives. His girl. And his best friend.

“Do we have to go to school tomorrow?” You questioned as Stu rubbed your legs while he stared up at the ceiling.

“You wanna skip again? Something on your mind, pretty girl?” Stu questioned. 

“Is someone bothering you? I can handle that, you know.” Billy said with stern eyes as he watched you respond.

“No no none of that I’m fine and no ones bothering me. I just don’t want to go and talk to people you know?” You said, stressed by the thought of even being in that building. 

“When do your parents get back in town?” Billy asked, putting his knife on your nightstand after taking one last long drag against your skin that sent tingles throughout your body.

Your parents had left for a business trip so you invited your two boyfriends to keep you company because why not? They weren’t doing anything before you called anyways.

“Sometime next week. It might get extended depending on some things. They told me I could go with them as always but I wanted to stay.” You said snuggling into Billy’s side.

“I would’ve left. No school and a free trip as a replacement sounds fun right about now.” Stu said, making you smile knowing that he wouldn’t just leave. He’d make sure that you and Billy were able to come as well. No matter if he wanted to admit it or not Stu couldn’t live without Billy nor you. 

Looking up at Billy who had his eyes closed you know he couldn’t live without you or Stu also. He wouldn’t admit it but he shows his love in crazy ways. Rather that’s spray painting the sides of buildings to pulling pranks on literally anybody to actual crimes. Billy has killed for you and Stu. If someone hurt one of you two you either never saw them again or saw them in the news the next day. Same if it was reversed with Stu but Stu doesn’t really clean his tracks very well so it’s mostly just Billy. 

You wondered if loving them made you a bad person. You wondered if keeping their victims a secret made you a murder. You wondered if not feeling a drop of remorse made it seem like you have the knife in your hand. 

But at the end of the day you didn’t really care because at the end of these dark sad thoughts all you saw was Billy and Stu. The two crazy boys who were in love with you. The two boys who showed you the world and would kill anyone who got in the way of your happy fairytale. You just prayed that they wouldn’t be the one to ruin your love story. 

You woke up the next morning feeling relaxed and refreshed. This made you just up and check the time. 1:24 pm. Shit you thought I missed damn near all of school. Rubbing your eyes you noticed that your bed was empty. Where did they go? Getting out of your bed you walked downstairs. Hearing voices, you followed them to the kitchen.

“Dumbass! the butter goes first, did you not read the box?” Billy snapped hitting Stu in the back of his head with said box. 

“You didn’t say that!” Stu said, trying to defend himself as he wiped his cheek leaving some flour in its place making you smile. 

“Maybe if you looked at the box I wouldn’t have to say it!” Billy fussed back. Stu opened his mouth to say something but that's when you decided to make yourself known.

“So are you two gonna bicker all day or tell me what you're doing?” You questioned walking fully into the kitchen.

“Baking you some cookies. Again..” Stu said, making you frown your eyebrows.

“Again?” You questioned.

“Stu burned the first batch.” Billy said, rolling his eyes.

“I did not! They just cooked a little bit longer than the rest.” Stu finished.

“Burnt.” You and Billy said in unison. That was happening a lot more often than usual. 

“We just wanted to do something nice for you before you woke up.” Stu said sneezing all over the batter when he rubbed flour on his face.

“What the fuck Stu!” Billy yelled while you just turned your nose up at the fact that he just sneezed on the batter.

“It’s fine. I’m not hungry. Like at all. I just wanna carve pumpkins okay? That’s it.” You said shifting your eyes between Billy and Stu.

“I’ll go get the pumpkins then.” Stu said starting to move, making you and Billy scream out ‘No!’.

“No! I’ll do it,  just stay here.” Billy said, shaking his head as he walked past you but not before giving you your ‘morning kiss’.

“You keep touching me I’m gonna throw pumpkin guts all over you.” You yelled out. Stu’s elbow kept touching yours as he attempted to show you how to carve your pumpkin.

“I’m trying to help you! You're doing it all wrong, trust me I do pumpkins.” Stu stated as if he was some kind of Pumpkin master.

“You do pumpkins?” You laughed out, tightening the grip on the knife in your hand.

“Shut up if I did you’d be jealous of the pumpkin.” Stu said, rolling his eyes. 

“As if, Who wants to sleep with you?” You questioned going back to cutting your pumpkin.

“You!” Stu said laughing as if that was the funniest thing in the world.

“Only on holidays.. Billy gets Monday through friday.” You said poking your tongue out at Stu to which he leaned in and bit your tongue making you jump back squealing in surprise. 

“Good thing Halloween is coming up.” Stu grinned. 

“Billy, he bit me!” You pointed at Stu with the knife in your hand. Billy pointed down to your pumpkin that was hanging on for dear life. 

“You need help, you keep cutting it like that there's not gonna be any pumpkin left.” Billy said, smirking, making Stu laugh.

“Shut up, it's perfectly fine.” You said going back to cutting pieces of the pumpkin.

“As if.” Stu snickered, earning a handful of pumpkin guts to the face.

“Hey!” Stu yelled out. 

“That’s what you get your lucky I didn’t throw the whole pumpkin!” You yelled.

“What pumpkin?!” Stu yelled back making you gasp.

“Billy!” You yelled.

“God.” Billy said, holding his head in his hands still with the knife in his hand. All he could hear was you two fighting with each other

He was in for a long bumpy ride if he wanted to be with you two forever. But watching the two of the most important people in his life bicker made him realize that he would kill any bump in that road to make them happy.  

#loveswrites #x reader #oneshots #scream movie #Scream #reader insert #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher fluff #stu marcher #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #poly billy and stu #billy x stu #billy x stu x reader

[drkmgs]

It had my heartbroken.

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: mild Angst

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"They weren't mine but when I lost them it had my heart broken."

Wednesday wrote that as her ending sentence in her old chapter. She carefully took out the paper and added to her neatly packed pages. She sighed. The room felt bigger than before, she could definitely feel your absence. She never thought she would be fond of your shenanigans or you in flesh.

She hate to admit but she misses you. awfully. She misses how you would annoy her while she's writing, your cringe phrases that could lead her to murder, your infuriating laugh and your dreadful back hugs whenever you see her in the halls. She misses you so much that she started to hallucinate, she would see you in every classroom, hallways, at the Weathervane, and even in her room, but she knew it was just an image of you in her mind, she didn't make an effort to talk to you. Though sometimes you would talk to her like you usually do.

Now is the perfect example. You were on her bed, on the phone, scrolling through social media, humming in satisfaction. Then you remembered you weren't alone.

Y/N: Oh, sorry I was humming. I didn't realize it.

Wednesday: T-there's nothing to apologize for. You can continue humming if you want too.

Her voice cracked, it broke her heart. She needed that comfort from you but she knew you were merely an image in her head. She tried to shake the image away in her mind but it only makes it worse.

You were now standing in front of her. Looking down at her, whilst she is sitting on her stool. You gently crease her cheeks, she leans into your touch. Feeling the warmth of your hand against her very own cold skin.

When will she realize you're not just a hallucination, that you're real, that you were on the edge of death but cheated in some way? When will she realize, how much love and affection she showed, whilst thinking you were dead.

You had to play along with this idea. Preventing her to do something else. You were glad to see her doing just fine, but when loneliness strikes her, you couldn't just watch from afar. You soothe her by appearing every time she needed you. You would play your memories with her, to remind her about the happiness that she has given you.

She wrapped her arms around your waist to feel more warmth of you. Inhaling your scent, wood sage, and sea salt. Your scent is therapeutic to her, it did calm her down. You had your hands on her head slightly pressing it against your body and gently stroking her hair.

It was time for you to go before anyone else's sees you. You gently guided her to her bed and made her lay on it. She's holding your hand, not wanting you to leave. You whispered little things to her, it was soothing her to sleep. Soon enough she slipped into slumberland and you kissed her on the forehead to say goodbye.

You slowly pulled your hand away and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you were greeted by a tall woman with silver blond hair.

Principal Weems: I have been looking for you. How is she?

You took one last glance behind you and closed the door. You cleared your throat to compose yourself.

Y/N: She's doing fine while I'm beside her, but she's completely lost when she's all alone, she'll slip into something worse. Moth- I mean Principal Weems, let me tell her the truth. I can't keep roaming around the school like a ghost.

Principal Weems: We have talked about this, Y/N. How would you even tell her you aren't dead? How would you tell her you cheated death? She saw you get stabbed with Nightshade poison. You died in front of her, we held a funeral for you. Even I, your mother. I am in shock to see you come back from the dead. Don't get me wrong, I am truly happy you're back but we still don't have answers to what questions they may have. Staying low and hidden will be the safest thing to do right now.

Y/N: But I can't keep watching, how she suffers alone, not even knowing her partner is alive and kicking. Mom, I love her. I want to be with her so badly.

You couldn't hold on to your tears anymore. You are already sobbing when your mother pulled you into a hug and rubbed your back to calm you down.

Principal Weems: I know, darling. I'm sorry.

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday #wednesday series #wednesday netflix #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #principal weems #larissa weems #drkmgsstories

[soubi122]

How Long? Pt 1

Two part one shot that has been collecting dust in my drafts.

Ranxreader. Warnings: Cheating, alcohol, toxic Ran, smut, suggestive, angst, mentions of murder, murder. No comfort! No Minors please, MDNI!

How long? It was the question that was burning your every sense of rationality. You stumbled into the scene in front of you by pure chance - you weren’t planning on going out. You weren’t planning to be made a fool in front of all Bonten members, in front of the public and in front of him…

Ran Haitani was your love, your heart, your world, your everything…

The relationship started out sweet, kind and loving. Two years into knowing each other, he finally asked you out - you knew who he worked for, you knew what kind of work he did behind closed doors and yet you still said yes. The next 3 years were spent in heaven, living with him, meeting his brother and his coworkers. They treated you nicely and were always supportive of your relationship with the older Haitani. As long as you kept quiet about Bonten, they didn’t care - Mikey did have a little chat with you privately, away from all ears. His chat was more of a warning than a welcome. You swore loyalty to Ran and Bonten. There was no question that you truly loved the man. Through multiple nights of him coming home bloodied and bruised - you were always there to patch him up. You were always there to greet him with warmth, with love and adoration. 

When he would finally have a day off, you both would go to dinner, at a Bonten establishment of course; everywhere you both went - it was owned by them. The security measures taken were immense. All staff and underlings knew who you were and who you belonged to. You also met a few of the other members’ eye candy or at the time girlfriends while attending dinners or parties with Ran. Many of them were temporary fixes for what they wanted, a temporary high. Repeatedly, you were told how lucky you were for being able to keep Ran Haitani as he was the most notorious womanizer in Bonten. Though you were not one to flaunt your wealth, your beauty nor your fiance - you did feel a slight sense of satisfaction when Ran would reject a woman who would try and snake her way around him when he wasn’t directly in your presence. He was yours, no one else got to take him home, no one else got to love him and no one else got to fuck him. 

Dinner tonight was going as planned, a formal dinner with Bonten meant that you had to look your best and be on your toes around the admins and executives. It was nothing out of the ordinary for you now. Your sleeveless long black dress clung tightly to your figure as you walked through the entry way with your fiance. The high slit had the dress looking quite sinful as your hair was parted to the side, exposing your neck and earrings. A small black choker adorned your neck and black block heels compliment your look. Ran’s eyes were fixed on you throughout the night as the dinner took place. You were the only woman who was not in skimpy attire - yet all eyes were on you. Rindou often told you how lucky Ran was to have you. Sanzu tried his hardest to snatch you away from Ran. Kakucho and Kokonoi were always complimenting you on your work and efforts with Bonten. Takeomi and Mochizuki often asked you for romance advice as you treated them all so well with respect and professionalism. And Mikey, he rarely says anything but on events like this, he can’t help but steal glances at you and make you blush with his innocent gestures. 

“Gentlemen, we closed the deal with our rival gang - tonight we celebrate Bonten’s success.” Kokonoi announced as he held a glass of champagne up high, everyone else raised their glasses with him and cheered. During the dinner, Ran was running his hand along the slit of your dress and teasing you. Whenever someone struck a conversation with you, he would either gently pinch your thigh or snake his hand higher. He would catch you off guard sometimes that your voice would randomly squeak during conversations. Rindou knew all too well what was going on. He would only send a smirk your way when you would face his direction. Ran enjoyed having you at his mercy during these parties because you always tried your best not to break in front of the admins. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered filthy things that made your skin burn. “I want to bend you over the table right now…show’em who owns this pussy…” A shiver would run down your spine as you knew he was more than capable of doing so. 

Conversations were attempted by the other women, but Ran made it clear to them that you were his. The other girls were shamelessly clinging on to their boytoys and palming them under the table - it was rather obvious. Sometimes Mikey had to clear his throat to avoid someone getting fucked on the table or to avoid someone getting a blowjob under the table. Your actions with Ran were always kept behind closed doors - though there have been times where he’s had you bent over his office desk and your soft moans would bleed through the walls. They knew you were getting railed in his office. 

The night continued with music, drinks and more drinks - both of you were pretty hammered. It was a first, getting this drunk in front of them. Only Ran has seen you intoxicated, whether it’d be from booze or his dick - it was a sight for him only to see. You were on his lap, running your hands down his chest and leaning in to place soft kisses on his jaw and neck. At this point in time, you didn’t care who saw you, you didn’t care who saw Ran’s hands up your dress and you sure as hell didn’t care that the other women there were getting jealous that you snatched the attention off them. “Ran…let’s go home…I want you…” You softly whispered in his ear as your hand traveled further south to palm his hardened member. He chuckled and titled your chin up to face him. “Yeah? My baby wants to go home, wants to be taken care of?” His tone was low and husky and made pools of honey between your legs. For you to take such bold actions in front of everyone, it was new and exciting to him - he wanted to see more of this side, it was all to stroke his ego.

With a gentle moan, you nodded as he slid a finger into your core, making you bite your lip. Soon, there were a few groans echoing across the room as Sanzu’s date was blowing him in front of everyone. Kokonoi’s date followed suit and also began to take care of the aching bulge in between his legs. Mikey had long since retreated to his office when he heard the sound of someone’s zipper being pulled down. Takeomi’s date was straddling his lap - grinding herself onto him. Mochizuki and Kakucho took their dates elsewhere to have a little privacy. Rindou’s date was giving everyone a show as she lifted her dress higher to ride him reverse cowgirl. They were sitting right across from everyone else. The sounds of moans, groans, slick and gags enveloped the room with a thick cloud of smoke and lust. You were getting needy, you wanted to feel him between your legs already - the wait was killing you. 

You straddled Ran’s lap and were fumbling with the zipper on his trousers. “Right here?” He snickered as your drunken state was taking over. Your glossy eyes looked up at him, desire reflected in your orbs and who was he to deny you? “Please…I-I need you.” Your breathy tone had him tracing circles on your clit, making you gasp and mewl into his neck. “Show’em who’s the only person who can make you cum…” Ran said as he moved your panties to the side, lifting you just enough to get his tip lined up with your entrance. He slid his thick cock into your core painfully slow. You buried your face into his neck and tried to muffle the moans that were bleeding through your mouth. The room went slightly quiet when Ran bottomed out and let out a low groan loud enough for everyone to hear. The men in the room were witnessing something sinful from you for the first time and they were basking at the sounds of your sweet moans. You were always so sweet and shy - despite your relationship with Ran, you were never tainted by Bonten’s filthy ways. To see you letting go, it was making their cocks harder than they already were. 

You shifted the bottom of your dress a bit to not get it caught between you and Ran. Then you began to move, riding his length slowly - your body was on fire from the sensation. Ran gripped your hips and guided your movements. He knew all eyes were on you two. His ego was being stroked from his little show. From their point of view - they could only see you bouncing on Ran’s lap but it was enough to make them imagine your figure riding their cocks. Soon a loud moan interrupted everyone’s train of thought. Rindou’s date was now moaning loudly and touching herself, she was trying hard to get everyone's attention. Neither of them gave in to her, well - only one person did… 

Too drunk on liquor and his cock to notice that other actions were taking place in front of you - you kept riding him until your coil started to tighten. The sweet innocent sounds of your moans were beginning to get louder as Ran gripped your hips harder, picking up the pace and dragging his length with vigor along your walls. To try and muffle your own moans, you crashed your lips into Ran - the kiss was passionate and full of desire. He was the only one who could get you there, the only one who could make your legs quiver and send you spiraling into bliss. Your eyes were screwed shut as you were devouring Ran’s lips, it was heaven. “R-Ran…I’m close” You whisper into his lips as the familiar numbing sensation begins to burn through your core. “Go on princess…” It was all the permission you needed from Ran to throw your head back as your pace quickened and you became a babbling mess - moaning and whimpering as you came around his cock. Your moans captivated everyone else in the room - you were a goddess among men. The bewitching sound of your breathlessness had them on edge. They could see your legs quiver as you came down from your high. It was heaven.

The next morning, you woke up in your king sized bed with Ran sleeping next to you. His handsome face looked so peaceful, it made your heart flutter and you reached out to cup his face. “Good morning love…” He said with his eyes still closed. You smiled and leaned in to wrap your arms around his head and pulled him close to your chest. “Good morning my love.” The sudden wetness that pooled between your legs made you flinch. Oh my god… You thought to yourself as you realized what happened last night. “Ah, so you remembered last night’s little escapade?” He says chuckling into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Ran…did we? In front of everyone??” You ask still in disbelief. A bright red blush burned your cheeks as you recall the sensation of riding his cock on the couch. Ran hummed a yes and began to grab a handful of your rear end. “You were so naughty last night…I just couldn’t say no to my princess.” You squeaked as he pinched your left cheek and kneaded the flesh with his large hand. “I was fully clothed, right? I didn’t strip like Rindou’s date?” You giggled at the thought, you vaguely remembered seeing her riding Rindou and letting out exaggerated moans. No offense to Rindou but it was too much. “Nuh uh, your bare body is for my eyes only princess.” “But, we should show off more often - gotta remind them who you belong to…” His tone was much more cocky than usual. “Ran! Oh my god, no way!” You laughed at his request, it was insane to even think that you would let them see that side of you. It was a secret treasure for Ran only. “Tch…it was worth a shot.” He said disappointed at your shut down. 

Several weeks passed since the whole affair in front of the executives and admins. You profusely apologized to them as you were not in the best state of mind that night. Mikey was only upset that he wasn’t there to witness you break. Everyone else was ok with it, they enjoyed the show and now teased you a bit - making you blush. Hangouts were becoming a little more frequent and it looked like Rindou also found someone he could keep - the same girl who was riding his dick that night of the dinner. Somehow you became acquainted with her. Every now and then you would go to lunch with her or go shopping with her. She felt like a little sister to you - you were trying to straighten her out in terms of moving forward with her education and career. The eye candy thing was really for money to pay for college. Little by little, you two became closer - to the point where she was coming over with Rindou for dinner or for a movie night. Hanging out with her gave you an outlet. It was finally nice to have someone to talk to about life - being Ran’s fiance was difficult because of his position and involvement with Bonten. You didn’t have any friends, it was not only for Bonten’s safety but for yours as well. 

Things kind of changed after Rindou’s girlfriend dumped him, you tried to stay in touch with the girl but she completely ghosted you. Maybe it was because you knew Rindou and she was afraid that she would run into him again or maybe it was the thought of being around someone associated with him was just too uncomfortable for her. Sanzu and Kokonoi were hellbent on taking Rindou out to a bar to get shit faced for him to get over his now ex girlfriend. “Of course my love - just be careful. Please keep an eye out on Rindou - you know what Sanzu will try to do if he passes out unattended.” You say sweetly on the phone to Ran, he called you to ask if it was ok for him to stay out with the guys after work. You trusted him. He’s never given you any reason to doubt him. You woke up the next morning to an empty bed. It was about seven o’clock in the morning, you quickly darted up and checked your phone for any missed calls or messages from Ran. Nothing, you got up and walked out the bedroom with your cellphone in hand and called him. You were worried, he always came home or at least let you know if they were planning on staying at someone’s place. The sound of a phone vibrating on the coffee table caught your attention. As you walked over, you saw Ran sleeping on the couch - you exhaled softly and grabbed a glass of water for him. You knew he’d be thirsty when he wakes up, he’ll probably be hung over too. You set the glass on the coffee table and placed a small blanket over him. He stirred in his sleep and groaned. He was such a baby when he’s sleepy.

It was almost noon and Ran was still sleeping on the couch, you figured it was time to wake him up and get some fluids in him or else he’ll be really dehydrated. You walked over to the couch and gently nudged him, “Ran, hey- you gotta drink some water or else your hangover will be worse.” You say softly while shifting your hand to his head and running it through his messy hair. He groaned like a toddler, eyes barely opening and he pouted. Seeing him like this always made you giggle, for such a tall and menacing man - he was such a baby. “What time is it?” Ran asks as straightens up. You hand him the glass of water and tell him it’s noon. “You are so good to me…” He says as he cups your cheek, he’s never really had anyone take care of him as it was always just him and Rindou. He would be the one taking care of things, never really getting the chance to be taken care of. Throughout the upcoming weeks, he was hanging out more and more at the bars with Rindou and the rest of the men. You didn’t mind, after all Rindou was just as important to him - you wouldn’t wanna get in the way of that. But…

Ran was often coming home late, irritated and reeking of booze and cigarettes. You thought he quit smoking, but his habit came back and bit him in the ass. His demeanor changed. Little by little he was spending less time at home. He became cold, a once occupied bed now remained empty - it was starting to become too much. You tried your best to keep him happy, to give him all your love and affection. You would apologize for things that weren’t your fault, you tried to fix things little by little just so that you could see him smile again. They say people are most honest when they’re drunk - his honesty is what hurts the most. Saying things like ‘here comes the ball and chain’, ‘why can’t you just bend over like a good girl in front of everyone?’, ‘you know I could find someone better out there right?’, ‘I shouldn’t have slipped that ring on your finger’. He was taking jabs at you left and right. But you swallowed your pride and bit your tongue, it was only when he was drunk - when he sobers up, he'll apologize and say he didn’t mean it…right?

Ran would end up spending nights away from home, he'd say he's working overnight at the office, or that he's staying with Rindou for 'urgent' business. You didn't really mind as work is work and it's something that can't be helped. You'd text each other saying goodnight or 'I love you', but these messages started getting emptier, despite smiles and kisses. Soon, the messages ceased all together. How could you dare say something to him when you knew he was spending time with Rindou due to his break up on top of that he had Bonten duties. You kept biting your tongue and nodding at him when he would say he’s leaving with Rindou to the bar. He wouldn’t bother asking you for permission anymore. Executive dinners became less frequent. When you would see Kokonoi or Kakucho - they would ask if you were feeling better. Why would they ask you that? Oh Ran said you weren’t feeling well, that’s why you didn’t go. You couldn’t bring yourself to call him out on his bullshit. But their eyes were sharp, they noticed the pain in your eyes - he lied. 

Finally, he was home one night. “Ran…want me to run a bath for you? We can get take out and…maybe, you know…” You wrapped your arms around him and raised your eyebrows suggestively, it’s been months since he’s touched you, let alone even spare you a kiss. His body tensed and he slowly peeled your hands away. It stung - you knew there was something wrong but you were in denial about it. “I’ll shower and go to bed, I have a long day tomorrow…” Was all he said before walking away, leaving you alone - he didn’t even turn around to look at you. 

Sitting in the warm bath water, your mind kept piecing things together. Rindou looked sober, didn’t reek of cigarettes and avoided your gaze. Was Ran really going out with Rindou? You tried your best to ignore the light purple marks on his chest and shoulders - passing them as bruises from his occupation, you tried to find any other excuse in the book to explain the lipstick marks on his white button ups. With Kokonoi and Kakucho’s question earlier, it started to become crystal clear. There was someone else, but who? You leaned back and submerged yourself completely. You clutched your chest and screamed - it was the only way to release a bit of the anguish without drawing attention to yourself. The water silenced your screams, your lungs were burning at trying to fill themselves up with air - you snapped up out of the water, gasping and shaking. No, it can’t be…he loves you, right?

A few minutes later you walk out the bathroom and make your way into the bedroom - Ran was already laying in bed, asleep. You wanted some sort of sign that you were mistaken. He said he loved you, he put a ring on your finger, he used to come home to you every night…used to. Laying down next to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and gently roamed your hands on his toned stomach, the perfect V that was carved into his hips…it felt so familiar yet so new. Your dainty hands made their way south, his member was getting hard - it made your heart flutter. Just as your hands were going to dip below his sweats, a firm hand gripped your wrist, it was painful. “(Y/N), what the fuck are you doing?” He sounded annoyed. “…let me take care of you-” Your words were almost a whisper and were cut off by his venom laced words. “I can’t even fucking sleep in my own bed…” He spat out those words with hatred as he began to get up. You snatched your hand back and jolted up. “Ran, I’m sorry.” You reached out for his hand but he put his hands up in a defensive manner and backed away. That action alone was enough to break you. “I’ll sleep in my office, its the only fucking place where I can be in peace.” The knot in your throat was making it hard to breathe. “Don’t go…please…” You said as you closed your eyes and pleaded. The only other thing you could hear were his heavy footsteps heading out the door. You tried calling him a few hours later to apologize, maybe you were in the wrong for touching him without his permission. He did say he had a busy day tomorrow…right?

There was no response, your calls and messages were left unread and just in limbo. You weren’t able to sleep and decided to get a drink at a bar across town - somewhere far from his office. You didn’t want to pass the office without potentially running into Ran and making him upset again. It was a Bonten establishment but it was more on the casual side. So no need to dress up, no need to make appearances for important people. You were in jeans, sneakers and an oversized t-shirt…his t-shirt. Sitting at the bar in a room full of strangers felt oddly safe - it was no different from being at home. The moment you asked the bartender for a drink, their face went pale, they recognized you as the fiance of Ran Haitani. “Don’t worry, I’m not here on formal business…just need a drink - that’s all.” You said and smiled, reassuring them that they weren’t in any trouble. They nodded and scurried away to fetch your drink. As you waited, you heard a crowd cheering loudly behind you. It sounded like a bunch of frat boys having a night out. 

Making your way through the crowd with your beer in hand, you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to face someone you weren’t expecting. Sanzu was staring at you wide eyed, he was trying to score with a stranger tonight, but he was not expecting to see you. “Haru…?” You say as he slowly backs away. “Wait!” You say and give chase. Why was he shying away from you? He was always so eager to get his hands on you before. While trying to catch up to him, someone bumped you pretty hard and you fell to your knees, dropping your beer in the process. The crowd separated when you fell through the circle of people. The sound of the men loudly cheering made you look up in their direction. You weren’t prepared for the jarring scene in front of you. There stood Ran Haitani with 3 scantily clad women, one of them being Rindou’s ex girlfriend. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, he was taking body shots off each girl, followed by kissing each of them with intensity. What hurt the most was that all Bonten members were there, all but Kakucho and Mikey. You were left paralyzed on the floor, your legs couldn’t move and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Everything started to get blurry when the tears began to well in your eyes, something in you snapped. Rindou jolted up to his feet when he noticed your figure on the floor. “(Y/N)?!” The rest of the members turned their heads in shock. 

You got on your feet and walked up to Ran, however, Rindou intervened. He saw right through your intent. “Get your hands off of me!” You yelled as he tried to pull you away from the scene. “Ran! How could you?!” You continued yelling through the crowd as Rindou swung you over his shoulders. The look on Ran Haitani’s face was smug and there was no trace of remorse or guilt. In the alley of the bar, Rindou finally set you down and you shoved him, there was rage in your eyes - rage that’s never been seen before. “You mother fuckers knew? This whole time you all have been smiling in my face knowing what Ran was doing behind my back… Not just that, the fucking girl I welcomed into our home?? Are you fucking kidding me?” Venom was coated on each and every word that came out of your mouth. He couldn’t say anything in his defense, he knew you would find out one way or another - he just didn’t know it would take this long. Ran was sloppy with his cheating, he always got caught. How you didn’t find out sooner, it was a complete mystery to him. The sound of the exit door slamming open made you both turn around. Out walked the devil himself - he was drunk and had a scowl plastered on his face. “What the fuck are you doing here (Y/N)?” Your blood was boiling, how is he going to question your presence when you just caught him cheating with not one, not two but THREE women.

Rindou couldn’t react in time to stop you, Ran was met with your fist to his face - your knuckles hurt from the impact. “Fuck!” You said while holding your hand, it hurt. “How long?” You asked in a low tone as you balled up your firsts even tighter, your knuckles were turning white. Ran snapped up, he was taken back by the blow to the face. The kind and loving woman he knew was gone, the person who stood in front of him was a woman with nothing but hatred in her heart. “(Y/N)-” He began to say, but you were quick to cut him off. “HOW LONG, RAN?!” You spat, the bile was building up - you wanted to throw up. Your hands were trembling and your lip quivered. “For weeks I’ve been trying to do everything for you, to keep you happy and I kept trying to fix things - things that I thought were broken. I kept blaming myself over and over again for not being a better partner - hell, you actually made me believe I wasn’t a good person. In reality, you just didn’t have the fucking balls to tell me that you didn’t love me any more.” The sudden realization of your own words made you back away from them, it was painfully clear that he stopped loving you not long after Rindou's breakup. As you began to walk away, you could hear Ran chuckle - “…she’ll be back - she can’t live without me.” What a fucking jerk. 

There were protocols that needed to be followed when one was involved with a Bonten executive or admin. Permission to leave was rarely granted, you were either leaving in a body bag or not at all. You headed to your so-called home and packed only your important documents and small essentials. The next phase was going to be hard, seeing Sano Majiro and requesting his permission to leave, you weren’t sure whether or not you’d walk out of his office alive. Pulling up to the Bonten office, you dragged your duffle bag with you and made your way to Mikey’s office. The other offices were empty, only one light was lit at the end of the hall and you knew he was there. Mikey rarely leaves his office, rarely goes out and overall - he rarely sleeps. 

Your soft knock on the door echoed through the empty offices. “Enter…” It sounded like he was expecting you. Seeing the emotionless look on his face made a knot in your throat - you didn’t know what to expect from Mikey. “I’m sorry to bother you Manjiro-” “Mikey…don’t use my real name.” He cut you off, but it wasn’t a warning nor a lecture, he was casual. You apologized and walked further into his office, the duffle bag was set on the floor as you sank into the office chair across his desk. “I’m guessing you know why I’m here…?” You say softly as you try your hardest not to cry. He hummed in agreement. “So what do you want to do exactly?” His question felt like an interrogation. “I want to ask for permission for permanent leave.” You were scared. He could hear the fear in your voice, how could you not be? “Did you talk to Ran about this? He’s still your fiance.” Mikey asked while analyzing your body language. You shook your head no, “He’s dead to me…I want nothing to do with him. He has other women to entertain him now.” The bitter words left your mouth without a second thought. 

“Regardless of that bastard’s actions, I will still remain loyal to Bonten - I just don’t want to be anywhere near here.” Your voice began to crack, the adrenaline was starting to wear off and you were feeling the full effect of everything that happened tonight. “You know I can’t just let you walk away, not with everything you know… ” His low tone made a shiver run up your spine. You looked up at his static orbs, there was nothing behind them - they were empty. You realized that it was a moot point to leave, there was no way he’d risk it. “Mikey, you can end it for me then. I hold only what’s mine in this bag, burn it or throw it in the river along with me. Ran did say I can't live without him after all.” The sudden words made him realize that you were desperate. To continue living without Ran Haitani, was already a death sentence. “There’s no going back (Y/N)...” He said while inching closer and putting the barrel of his gun on your forehead. “Thank you for everything, Mikey.” You smiled with tears in your eyes and leaned into the barrel. 

Part 1 end

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[the-maddened-hatter]

Some Hazbin Hotel death symbolism theories/headcanons

So yeah this is gonna be darker since the show literally revolves around characters in hell

Tw for drugs, suicide, murder, cannibalism, mentions of racism & and idk what to call it like in-character cultural insensitivity (if anyone knows how to tag that better lmk) , and various forms of abuse under the read more

Also I know these will probably get disproven within like 5 minutes once the show comes out, but I think they'd still be cool for an AU or something!

Vaggie: I'm gonna start out with a potentially controversial theory here: Her death X eye could be more symbolic than literal, with her choosing to "turn a blind eye" to something in life that eventually lead to her committing suicide out of guilt, and her moth features symbolizing her having been focused on a certain goal or priority to a selfish or harmful degree in life like a "moth to a flame". Putting these together, maybe she allowed something to happen either to someone directly or in such a way that they ended up being harmed/killed in the pursuit of a goal or belief and once she realized the scope of her actions she committed suicide. Maybe once she's in hell she's all but forced into a career of a bodyguard for the ruling families of hell as some kind of ironic punishment (though in her particular case it ends up working out well for her since she and Charlie fall in love)

Since her moth features are much less pronounced than Valentino, perhaps it serves as a reflection of how she realized the harm her selfish focus caused before she died.

Speaking of him, Valentino's highly pronounced moth features could suggest that his selfish focuses were much worse and more self-serving than Vaggie's were (unsurprising given his character) and his addictive smoke powers could mean he died in a fire (my theory is he went into a club that he ran during a fire to retrieve a stache of money and drugs he had hidden inside and perished due to smoke inhalation (meaning he 1 has no visible death x, 2 has a death x on his chest that we haven't seen yet, or 3 his death x shows up sometimes in the red smoke he breathes).

I wrote a fanfiction about a headcanon for Sir Pentious's backstory But the main takeaways from it are I think that he worked with poisons, became paralyzed prior to his death by them, his drug addicted son killed him in a fit of withdrawls with a shattered vial of snake venom, his death X is on his chest where he was stabbed and is hidden by a large fake eye that he wears over it. The other eyes across his body are because he became paranoid after becoming paralyzed. He knows his son went to hell along with him so he's continually searching for him, but doesn't realize that his daughter did as well several years later.

With Niffty, I theorize that her mother died when she was relatively young and she was expected by her male relatives to take up the duties of a housewife and surrender any degree of ambition she may have held about school or a career (even those that fell within the limitations of the time period). Her one hope was that if she was able to get married she'd at least be able to have some degree of freedom from her abusive controlling relatives. Given as many housewives commonly used stimulants that would be considered dangerous and illegal today to increase their productivity and lessen their desires to eat, it's hardly a stretch to think that Niffty would have tried (or been pressured into trying) them as well. It's my belief that she died due to a heart condition that was made much worse by taking the stimulants and her death X is over her heart (and this is why she has speed related abilities). Her large cyclopic eye could be symbolic of her feeling like she constantly needed to be vigilant while still being aware that there were things she wasn't getting to see in life Perhaps her small size is due to her being younger when she died (roughly 18 to 20) and that her death name is taken from the brand of the stimulants.

With Cherri Bomb her cyclopic eye that is functional despite the X may be because she, like Vaggie, chose to allow people to be harmed when she had the power to stop it, but her connection to it was less direct than Vaggie's was (perhaps she created weaponry for an extremist organization, but she didn't realize civilians would be harmed). Within this theory, she may have died sabotaging the organization, perhaps blowing up a bomb within their headquarters o unsuccessfully attempting to dismantle one on the civilian site (with her cause of death being the shrapnel impaling her). She is not ashamed of her death X, and chooses to wear clothing that implies its location.

I headcanon Vox as having been a corrupt journalist in life, overlooked due to a severe stutter in childhood and left with something to prove, he was willing to write false (but convincing) news reports for people about their competitors (ranging from small-scale businesses to political candidates) and come up with convincing doctored photographs. He wanted to quit the lifestyle and settle down with a lady he had convinced to be his fiance (she didn't really love him, but she had a daughter to care for and he genuinely cared for the both of them), so he accepted "one last job" that he believed would leave him with enough to live comfortably in anonymity. The job ended up being a set-up by someone he had previously wronged or their friends/family and was drugged, beaten, and left for dead in an alley. In his final moments he weakly tried to call attention to himself but was unable to get anyone to notice him due to a display window full of new televisions drawing a crowd and drowning out his pleas for their notice.

He has no visible death X due to dying of internal bleeding, but he still bears marks of his death with his eyes always appearing mismatched from three red lines that frequently appear in the lower left corner serve as his marker no matter how often he changes his features. Deeply saddened he was unable to be a father to his fiancee's daughter back in life, he views Velvet as an adoptive daughter. He waited hopefully for many years to see either of them again and his both relived and distraught that they seem to avoided hell.

With Alastor I'm like 99.99% certain this is already fully incorrect, but fuck it this is a headcanon post (also this one is long bc unlike Sir P I didn't get around to writing out the fic before now: Conceived through wealthy white man's abuse of a cook he employed who was of mixed race, meaning her abuser was fully unpunished for his crimes. Though unmarried and in poor health, she kept Alastor, viewing him as proof and hoping he would one day deliver vengeance upon the people who wronged her. He grew up in the care of his ailing mother who, sadly viewed him more as her poised dagger than as her son, and his grandmother who loved him dearly, but lived primarily in her own memories and passed away by the time he was 10 years old. Before she died would tell him lengthy stories about the family he'd never gotten a chance to meet and he would listen, enraptured by the rich tapestries of lineage she described, with his favorite stories being the ones about the Native American man who had been in love with her father's mother, and, she suspected, was well more than just a friend of the family. She didn't know much about the man, but that only served to fuel Alastor's imagination.

Though he hated the man who had given it to him, his lighter skin brought him advantages that were not typical to those in his situation, the most prominent being that he was able gain employment at a rather prominent local radio station in the next town over, and, given time, talent, poor studio lighting, and a false last name, work his way onto the airwaves. He put up with a lot during those long years, forcing himself to stay silent and keep a smiling face through his bosses & colleagues flippant racism, promising himself that it would be worth it one day and that hey'd be "singing a different tune" once he'd worked his way up to the top. He was right, but not in any of the ways he ever expected to be.

Short version, he was found out and fired (despite a degree of public outcry, as his program was quite popular) and he found himself unemployed and, one night, drinking alone. His mother had passed away of a violent seizure a month ago to the day and he was drowning his shames of failure in both his career and of her (she'd had her high expectations of him clear from the moment he was born).

Another man came into the bar, small, tan, scruffy, limping, with some tattoos visible. He hobbled over to the bar stool next to Alastor and with evident glee recognized his voice from the radio and with a bit more effusive praise dolled out between the pours of liquor they became the fastest of friends. When the bar shut its doors, well why didn't they continue their lively chat in Alastor's kitchen? Neither of them had anyone waiting for them at home or much business to attend to in the morning. So that was precisely what they did.

Though he tried his best, Alastor could not seem to pronounce the young man's name. It sounded to him almost like the gecker of a fox (though he blamed this on the copias amounts of bourbon swimming in his brain), and after his third slurred attempt the young man waived his apologies away and said to call him Shilo.

Shilo proved to be a very good listener that evening and, as it happened, in the coming weeks. Most would have balked at the rantings and declarations of vengeance of a total stanger, but not him. He followed each word earnestly, soaking everything in until he was finally ready to make his move.

It was truly such a shame Alastor knew so little about his lineage and about his great grandfather's culture, perhaps he wouldn't have so readily accepted Shilo's claims that he could be granted power, vengeance, and justice through a "dark magic ritual". Maybe if his mother had seen him as someone to love instead of something made to avenge her he would have been harder to talk him into performing 7 so-called "rituals" of murder and cannibalism. Who's to say? End the end the decisions were his own.

He chose people adjacent to his mother's abuser (Shilo was clear on this point, that he mustn't yet strike his target directly, that the ritual was about "absorbing the lights in his life to let you see beyond and leave him blind in the dark". Alastor took down

His uncle (his father's brother) first (a horrid man who, in Alastor's defence, reached for his pistol solely in response to his approaching him)

The house's head butler who had turned out Alastor's mother for "causing trouble",

His own half-brother (he took more pleasure in this than he cares to admit even now, knowing so little and so much separated their respective fates)

His half-brother's fiancee, as she became a convenient next victim

His father's bank broker

His father's chauffeur (for suspecting and confronting him).

And finally, the cook who replaced his mother. That's where things went wrong.

Shilo instructed Alastor to take the body of the victim into the woods once night had fallen, and he complied as he had each time before, but this time as he ate he became overwrought with the guilt of what he'd done, to murder someone fully innocent, whose position was nearly identical to his own mother's all of those years ago.

Shilo was furious when Alastor began to plead to back out of the ritual, insisting that he could well have his vengeance for it all, that once he slit his throat with the so-called ceremonial blade of bone he would awake a spirit of vengence, brimming with all of the power of his ancestors. He tried to press said blade into Alastor's bloody and shaking hands, but he swatted it away as waves of bile doubled him over and he purged most of his night's kill from his stomach.

Alastor watched Shilo's easygoing facade melting away along with his human form, morphing into a snarling canine with a mouth of sharp fangs that dribbled bloody foam. Interwoven between the creature's rage filled huffs and undercurrent of a fox's chitter slipped the words "Oh, Al. You really shouldn't have done that."

He ran for hours through the forest. Shilo, or whatever called itself that anyhow, kept pace at his heels, sometimes overtaking him and ripping away a fresh chunk of flesh or snapping a bone with its massive jaws before falling back to keep the chase going.

Horrifically bloodied and mutilated but somehow still moving he eventually managed to attract the attention of some hunters, who seemingly managed to scare off his pursuer with a few warning shots. Needless to say, Alastor collapsed the moment the beast was no longer on his heels.

One could argue that they meant well, doing what they did. He was very plainly in agony, with his neck and limbs lolling grotesquely, and they really could do virtually nothing to care for him. He wouldn't even let them touch him to try and staunch the bleeding (though for pain or delirium they couldn't tell), doing his best to strike out with a broken appendage or, when one of them tried to at least stabilize his neck with a folded coat, bit down on his would-be-healer's arm and kept locked on until he lost the strength to continue.

He regained a bit of sense for those last few seconds. He saw that horrible beast's wicked eyes and gleaming teeth lurking in the edges of the firelight and he saw one of the hunters kneeling beside him and promising it would be quick and everything would be over in just a moment as he readied his handgun.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fan theory #fan theory #hazbin vaggie #hazbin valentino #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin niffty #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin vox #hazbin alastor #cw drugs #cw horror #cw abuse #(idk how much I need to tag in the tags since I did a cw at the beginning with a read more but lmk if I need to)

[slocumjoe]

I'm curious if you have any more variety NSFW headcanons about the companions (sexual or non-sexual like you did before is fine)

sure

🎉NSFW grab bag 3🎉

Cait; Completely desensitized to public sex. If she catches it, doesn't think anything of it. So, if/when someone else notices, their reaction confuses her. Someone could be bare ass boning on a table in a bar, and Cait won't react. This bothers her compatriots immensely. "Cait, please, for our own sanity, alert us when there is sex so we can leave." "...Why are you watching? Kinda rude." Stresses Danse the fuck out in particular. She's not even a voyeur, she just doesn't care. How do you think they made y– oh. Right.

Curie; Dreads inspections of the genital variety because her patients make it weird. Ma'am, Curie knows what's down there. She isn't spooked. She has one too. Just let her do her job so she can figure out how to help you. If one more person makes a fisting/fingering/prostate exam joke, she's going to do it, regardless of what they're actually in for. Broken leg? No, you brought this upon yourself. Oh, and by the way...if the doctor/nurse doesn't ask you to drop your pants, or undress in anyway...DON'T FUCKING UNDRESS.

Danse; Hypervigilant of public sex ever since he figured out that it could be happening anywhere, in any manner, and Cait won't say anything. A bossy partner has him by the throat and he's completely obsessed with it. Can get out of handcuffs pretty easily. Doesn’t know where he learned that, just knows its a fun plot twist in bed. Especially if there are repercussions. He's a good little soldier boy, he wants to serve and be punished for disobeying. Sometimes wonders if he subconciously joined the Brotherhood for impure reasons. They do have collars on the jumpsuit...and Danse ends up liking that sort of thing...

Deacon; His ultimate fantasy is a generic Royal setting. He's the concierge/bard for the visiting noble family, there to marry their son off to the king's child (his partner). But the marriage cannot go through, as there's been a murder attempt on the king! As the bard, he sees all in the court and festivities, watching from the sidelines and speaking in hushed tones with the servants, gathering clues, but...the bride/groom-to-be is what truly catches his eye...but they, themselves, suspect him as the would-be assassin. This ends in doggy in a bush outside a fancy colonial building in Boston, in place of a castle garden.

Gage; A lot more prudish than you'd think. Not to Danse's levels, but definitely not Cait's, either. Becomes more prudish if he's into someone, and they're being risqué. Most of it is directed at himself, feels like the dirty old man he is. Guilty of wandering eyes. Gets more flustered by someone being half-dressed/dressed revealingly than them being naked. Leaving it to the imagination and such.. Naked is nice, yeah, but...let him think about it, and his partner will have a noticeably more intense experience.

Hancock; Once had a wet dream his dick fell off and he kept it for himself. The idea doesn't appeal to him at all in his waking hours, so he's terribly confused. Has a soft spot for a nice jawline and eyebrows. Acts like a bottom to his partners, bratty, and then tables the turns once they're in bed. If his partner switches it up again, he'll play along, only to also switch things again. This will continue until someone cums, or they're so stubborn they never stop and both of them die of exhaustion. The longest streak was 45, both sides.

MacCready; Would die if he had sex with one of them thick gothic milfs those tiktok kids are always drooling over. MacCready likes mean, bully women. Valley girls, maybe even that Ann Codman lady in D.C. Would he get in a relationship with them? God, no. One-night stand? Yes. Yes, 100%, no question. Maybe it's the confidence to be horrible? He's pretty embarrassed about this. He should be. This fuck would clown around with Regina George in The Costume.

Nick; Long, long ago, Nick Valentine, with his theatrical tastes, his love of the arts, found himself in...certain circles. Ones with polite, soft-spoken men and women, who could turn as hard as you begged for. Later in life, Nick would use his experience in these circles for his and Jenny's enjoyment, though at that point, he was the ring-master of the show. And maybe, potentially...200 years after the world ended...a synth detective could use implanted memories of such times to gentle-dom someone's brains out.

Piper; Has spent a concerning amount of time scavenging adult shops for sex toys. Anything that works and is clean/cleanable. Just...needs something that isn't ol' reliable, y'know. Gets a bad case of the Idiot when horny, everyone becomes a bit more appealing. If she was totally honest...Cait would be her first choice, if she had one. If not Cait, X6-88. That man is goddamn pretty. Yeah, Piper has a things for bad girls/boys.

Preston; I've said before, Preston had a hoe phase, when he first joined the Minutemen. He was a good looking young man, traveling around with other physically fit people who just joined as well, sometimes helping people who were very grateful. So, yeah, Preston has had more than one partner at a time. Would he do that now? If it was a poly situation, and he liked both of them, maybe. But looking back, he's surprised he never caught something, be it a a disease or a complex. Sometimes remembers lines of dirty talk and cringes out of his own skin.

X6-88; The Institute is very strict on schedules and worktime, and there isn't much privacy. The walls are thin. There isn't often individual bedrooms, so as to save time and resources. So...when humans get a little frisky...they do it when, and where they can. This can means down a work tunnel, behind loud machinery...under a desk, occasionally. Sometimes you get guard duty. Sometimes you have to go find the people in question. Sometimes you're just walking.

X6-88 has seen a lot.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #x6-88 #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage

[mickeym4ndy]

Tee, your tags on the Yev post are so correct! I absolutely think Mickey would have had a bigger storyline with Yev (and Svetlana) if he'd been in s6, alongside him and Ian being awkward exes who get back together eventually. I wanna do something with that in the s6 au I'm planning to write at some point, because it's so important for Mickey to be able to make a concerted effort to be a better man and dad than his own father was. And we know he's so much better than Terry, but Mickey ofc is so afraid of becoming his dad. And loving Yev and being there for him as a father is a way for him to heal from that generational trauma and not let himself be that person <3

Yes exactly!! I really think that this scene:

Was setting up a storyline for the next season where Mickey builds a relationship with Yevgeny. Like to me, this looks like as much as he is struggling, he does love his son (and this is the first time he’s realizing that).

I made a post about this before and @atthedugouts mentioned in the tags that so much of Shameless is about whether a child will repeat the sins of their parents or make different choices and break the cycle, and there was sooooo much to explore about that with Mickey & Yevgeny.

Which would’ve been such an interesting storyline. Not that Mickey would ever be as bad as Terry, but I think it’s something he’d struggle with within himself. I could actually talk about Mickey in season 6 & 7 for hours lol, I have soooo many ideas. And Mickey & Yevgeny is my favourite unexplored storyline.

I’ve said before I think it would’ve ultimately changed Gallavich’s dynamic a bit, not at the beginning, but eventually (things change when you become a parent, your kid needs to come before your partner sometimes, and Mickey for the last few years had put Ian first for everything) and that’s something I think they’d need to work out while they’re in the midst of the re getting to know each other/ getting back together stage.

But even outside of his relationship w Ian, in general it would have been so fascinating to see how Mickey grapples with trying not to be like his dad while loving Yevgeny but also struggling with how he was conceived and how traumatizing it was for him.

I think maybe he’d overcompensate a bit - be soo hard on himself if Yev ever simply fell over and hurt himself a bit while Mickey was watching him. Or if Mickey was ever struggling not to lose it while Yev’s crying (because it would be so overstimulating for him). Even though it wouldn’t be his fault I think he’d still struggle and blame himself and fall back into the “oh god I can’t do this I’m just like my dad” sometimes.

And he’d then try so hard to be better and be there as much as he can almost to a fault. And you’re so right it would’ve been such an opportunity for him to heal and to break the cycle. I think it also would’ve put his own childhood into perspective - he wants to protect Yev from anyone that would hurt him, so it’s so jarring for him to realize how much he was hurt and allowed to be hurt when he was a kid.

I’m also in general not a huge fan of the throuple storyline. So I would’ve LOVED to have seen Mickey & Svet be a coparenting/accidental bestie duo throughout the season (it wouldn’t have been like that straight away but eventually) and all the hijinks they could get up to - scams, funny stuff with Yevgeny, maybe going out to find real jobs together, if Mandy called Mickey about the dead guy and he brought Svetlana along (I need post murder sibling bonding pls). Just in general being a little unconventional family, because we know family is super important to Svet.

Also at this point most of Mickey’s family is gone and Ian’s broken up with him. Svet & Yev would be all he has left. It makes sense that he’d end up relying on & cling to them. (This is another reason why I think Gallavich would be different when getting back together after being apart for the better part of a year, both of their priorities would have shifted a bit).

Sorry this got so long, this is just one of my favorite topics I could genuinely talk about it for hours😂 I can’t wait to read your season 6 au fic!! Already know it’ll be so good!

#asks #shameless #mickey milkovich #svetlana yevgenivna #yevgeny milkovich #ian gallagher #terry milkovich #gallavich #shameless season 6 #shameless s6 #s6 #also I haven’t watched s6 in a long time so I can’t be 100% of the accuracy of all of this #but oh well it’s my imagination #also I forgot to add!! I think Mickey could’ve been a part of Carls storyline - getting out of the game etc #mickey talking some sense into him etc. #also I know not everyone’s a fan of a differnet gallavich dynamic and like the way Mickey always sorta falls at Ian’s feet #which I do think it would’ve been like at the beginning of the season had he been there #I just personal am not a massive fan of that #and I think a shift in their dynamics would’ve been better for both of them #if u don’t that’s totally cool #this is just me #shameless meta #gallavich meta

[notafunkiller]

My honest opinion about Karen Page

I am genuinely curious how people can like Karen Page as a character and even ship her with Matt, because I don’t think I’ve disliked a character so much probably ever. Karen Page got on my nerves fast and, as I watched more episodes, it got even worse.

About her

For someone who is supposed to be smart (and the definition of good), she is very stupid. The way she thinks and chooses to act makes no sense 99% of the time. She is more of a bad character than a good one. Even her “sense of justice” is flawed, with many double standards (a subject I will touch on especially when I’ll describe her relations with Matt Murdock and Frank Castle). She is arrogant, troublesome, and headstrong, she calls herself and is considered a journalist despite her lack of real experience (law experience too!!! -> so why is she now included in the firm name? SINCE WHEN IS SHE A LAWYER? I could not believe it!)

She is written in a very annoying way and flat. She is a flat character in the first place (=two-dimensional in doesn’t change throughout the work), kept around for 3 seasons (+The Defenders) for no other reason than the fact she is problematic. But she isn’t necessarily needed for creating drama if we had more villain(s) scenes and plans. She is boring and whiny, and she has a pick-me attitude most of the time. She is not just impulsive, but also extremely FOOLISH (the way she decides to go to Fisk and spill out in his face she killed Wesley... I was like: seriously?) And the writers make other characters praise her... I still find is shocking Matt only said she was brave for what she did. She is VERY judgmental and noisy and thinks the world revolves around her (The fact that when she came to Matt in S2 and found Stick and a very visibly hurt Elektra in his bed, she did not ask a goddamn thing like what happened? instead everything was about her and how she is betrayed. But like another man was in the room, you think he cheated on you with him there? Absolutely ridiculous.) But she loves to play the victim a lot, so I am not surprised.

I don’t know how the writers thought a pretty, angelic face can make the audience (and the characters) ignore her lack of development (zero) and the horrible things she does/provokes. She caused deaths and yet the writers still make others find excuses for her and not blame her.

NewsFlash: SHE IS DARK AND SHE LOVES DARKNESS. I am not even talking about a side, she is completely into PURE DARKNESS with only 1% of light.

When out of the blue, she decided to murder James Wesley despite him only threatening her, it was like ???  And she did not shoot him one time, she did it 7 times. SEVEN. And she did not even try to be cautious (locking the firm door was a joke, right? Cause I refuse to believe writers consider the audience so stupid) and caused another death: Ben, a real journalist she dragged around with her despite him wanting a way out. Fisk killed him with his own hands and Ben didn’t tell him Karen (who is the one who came up with the idea) also visited his mother. We don’t see justice, we only see her being treated as a victim again. And she didn’t even actually help to get Fisk in prison in S1 and in S2 she is a babysitter (Foggy and Matt’s) and a murderer defender (*pretending to be shocked*). S3? I was surprised by how much screen time she had (+A WHOLE EPISODE ABOUT HER)... sometimes more than Matt and it made me so unhappy because this screen time could have been used to build more. For me, the second half of S3 is not even centered on Matt.

And she caused the death of another character, a pivotal person in Matt’s life: Father Lantom and we don’t talk enough about this. I am also not surprised Maggie and her get along, they are both two selfish, horrible people who think a few tears are enough to be excused.

The writers tried to make her relevant, but they failed. The way she was basically forced down my throat made me see her flaws even more. She is not even a character than has enough traits to be a part of the main team. In S1, the contrast between her and Claire was huge (and Claire was just a supportive character). And it’s funny how they changed the love interests - direction. At first, we saw Foggy and her bonding, Ms. Cardenas hinted about them being romantically involved, but then they literally ignored that and started to focus on Karen with Matt, then Karen and Frank (still unfinished business), and a little more on Karen and Matt again, but the show on Netflix got canceled. To be honest, the last thing I wanted and want is to see Matt and Karen together.

Not gonna lie, I expected and wanted her death at the church because she is literally pointless, but it didn’t come. It would have been a surprise if they actually did it as in the comics. It would have impacted Matt and Foggy, and Matt’s decision not to kill Fisk at the end of the season would have been even more powerful and meaningful.

One of her defining features is hypocrisy. Matt is the bad guy for keeping secrets from her, but her hiding and lying, for example not telling him and Foggy about Wesley is okay. Matt being Daredevil and not killing people is not fine, but Frank being The Punisher (a freaking cold blood murderer) is more than fine. She was so happy when Matt defended him in court... it’s insane! She can be a bad friend, a liar, etc because she is special. It was hilarious when she started to give advice to Matt about how you change after ending someone's life. Shocking! And poor her, how she isn’t the same after her brother died because of her. See how she positions herself as the victim again?

It’s also very interesting how at first she tells matt (S3) she came to warn him Fisk knows about him, leaving out the part she basically told Wilson that he is Daredevil, and only later she plays semi-victim again and says she is to blame, and, OF COURSE, Matt says Fisk already knew (which is actually pretty false: he assumed, but it was never 100% confirmed) and comforts her basically. It’s absolutely infuriating how Karen messes up every freaking time and everyone goes: oh, poor you, you’re an angel, it’s okay, it’s not your fault. I am even more disappointed how the writers didn’t make Matt even have a proper reaction to her admitting she killed someone. S2 and S3 feel like two completely different writing approaches, and even though the plot in S2 made me think: IS THIS A JOKE?, Matt and the characters building speaking, it was soooo much better (not the love triangle thing though, because both: Elektra and Karen don’t deserve Matt and are horrible in two different ways).

She is a manipulative, self-centered, and dramatic person. We saw her past (drug addiction too) and how easily she can make the decision to kill someone, but she never actually faces real consequences. Her father kept it underground and Matt still protected her from Fisk.

Karen around Matt Murdock/Daredevil and Frank Castle/The Punisher

Matt and Karen not only don’t have chemistry (Charlie and Deborah have plenty of chemistry with other people), but they also don’t match at all no matter how much the fans and the writers push(ed) the idea.

Karen does not want Matt Murdock (she liked the idea of him at some point, but not the real him), and she certainly doesn’t want Daredevil, which is quite funny (Remember when she was obsessed with the idea of him, but when she found out it’s Matt, she wasn’t interested any longer?). Should I even talk about the way she wanted Matt to stop being Daredevil and not even for a second tried to support or/and understand him? SHE didn’t want him to be Daredevil so he should stop. Even when Foggy brought him the suit in The Defenders, she was annoyed. She doesn’t understand that her boss/friend/almost-boyfriend has two sides, just like Elektra tried to have only one side of him. Matt isn’t just Matt. I really loved the She-Hulk posters for Matt: Charlie Cox is Matt Murdock & Matt Murdock is Daredevil. Do you see? It’s such an important thing. Daredevil/Matt isn’t dark enough for her. He isn’t what she wants. 

And Karen doesn’t have the same moral code as Matt does (even when he thought about killing Fisk to protect the people close to him). They don’t see the world in a similar way and they never will. I don’t think Matt and Karen would have ever lasted even if Elektra wasn’t around, they are too different. She is dark, like Elektra. She wanted to change him, like Elektra. She doesn’t accept him as a whole, like Elektra. But, at least, Elektra accepted how toxic and bad she is for him. Karen is portrayed as a victim and a great, great person, as I said.

S2 had this scene in episode 7 that made it clear to me that Karen and Matt could and MUST never be together. I don’t even know if I have to explain, the dialogue is quite clear:

Not only Karen stood up for Frank Castle (who almost got her killed, killed so many people, and should be in jail), but she also compared his actions to Daredevil’s actions. She justifies murder probably because she did it too. Matt and Karen are in opposite positions and the message is loud: they could never be together. Not killing people is the fundamental principle Daredevil/Matt has, the one that makes him who he is actually. Things would be completely different if he actually took someone’s life (bad or not) for lawyer Matt and Daredevil.

For Matt: Vengeance isn’t justice and no person is God so he can decide who lives and who dies. In She-Hulk: Attorney At Law (1x08), Matt tells Jennifer: I think you’re in a unique position to do some real good. Jen Walters can use the law to help people when society fails them. She-Hulk can help people when the law fails them; which reminds me of his talk with Foggy in S1 when he finds out Matt is Daredevil:

It shows his views didn’t change and it’s quite moving to see Matt giving someone else (someone in the same position as he is) this piece of advice. It shows he finally accepted he has two sides, despite everyone else’s attempts to control him.

Their date in S2 started as quite a disaster: in a place Matt despites, awkward, and tensed, and then Elektra called! It was clear what the writers wanted to show (despite them having a better date later) and it was also clear Matt wasn’t 100% healed and that Karen and Matt were never going to be serious. So no matter how much they tries in the seconds part of S3 to push Karen and Matt closer, it looked forced, out of the place. Especially since she felt something for Frank Castle and the things that happened in the first part of the season.

Also, I can’t believe the writers made Matt reveal his face to Agent Nadeem cause he saved Karen’s life. This is infuriating.

And as much as Matt probably likes the idea of peaceful life, he would never be happy with Karen, nor make her happy. Because there will always be that Murdock side of him she will never understand just like it will always be the killer side of her he would never understand.

Matt: You deserve better, Karen… Karen: So do you...  (The Defenders, 1x05)

Frank, on the other hand, and her match. Crazy, right? But they did from day 1, even in the worst situations. She always felt drawn to him and she did not use the innocent facade as she did with Matt (Can you believe she kind of blamed him for not telling him the truth about Wesley cause he saw her as an innocent person?). She was there for him, he was there for her. They were attracted to each other (despite him still being emotionally unavailable because he is scared he’d lose her). She would rather be with him than with Matt 100% because they are similar. She had the nerve to defend his actions and mindset in Matt’s house after all. But they really match and I really believe she should be with him and live somewhere far away from Hell’s Kitchen.

Frank: I need to find these b*stards that took 'em from me. I gotta kill 'em. Karen: So where does that end, Frank? Because I look at you and... my heart breaks because all I can see is just this endless, echoing loneliness. Frank: I'm not lonely, Karen. Karen: Bullsh*t. We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is, we're just... We're just fighting not to be alone. Frank: So what do you want? What should I do? Should I let it go? Karen: No, but I want there to be an after. For you. (The Punisher, 1x05)

In conclusion, Karen Page is not a good character despite the writers’ efforts to show otherwise. She puts everyone in danger and never pays for her mistakes and actions.

P.S. I will say this again: no, she did not deserve to be next to Nelson and Murdock: Attorneys At Law.

#my opinion #daredevil #karen page #frank castle #matt murdock #foggy nelson

[dxmichelle]

OLSSM: Anniversary #7!!

It's that time of spring again, folks! Another year around the sun for OLSSM! It's hard to believe this story has been hanging around for seven years already; seems like yesterday I revived the plot out of the ashes of its original FF.net counterpart.

As always, thank you to everyone who has read, left kudos and comments, or just sat back and listened to me gush plot points out into the void. You all are the best! <3

This year, I bring a few birthday goodies: first of which are the next three chapter prints! #39-41 are now included in their respective pages on AO3. Check out @godbirdart's amazing work!

I'm working hard on getting CH56 ready to post, but it is not looking like it will be finished in time to make its anniversary. In its place, I give you a chonky fic snippet, under the cut.

Thank you again for all the love and support!!

SNIPPET 1/2 (Surprise! There are two!):

“…We had an idea to get Umbridge off our backs,” Harry finished, “…and we could use your help.”

Professor McGonagall merely stared at him.

“My help?”

“Yeah…” said Harry and Yugi fidgeted in his seat beside him. “Ideally, we’d want to get the map back from her…but she would know we took it. So…the next best thing is just to wipe it clean. There’s a phrase that will clear all the details off it, so she won’t be able to use it anymore.”

“It’s just…in her office, and we technically can’t get to it,” said Yugi.

She let out a sharp exhale. “Are you two asking for my help in breaking into her office? Am I understanding this correctly?”

“No, nothing like that,” said Yugi. “Uh…we just need help with distracting her long enough so we can do that.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I know I am not hearing you relay the broader points of another rule-breaking scheme. Mr. Muto, what did I just tell you yesterday about staying out of trouble?”

Yugi cringed.

Harry held up his hands. “It’s…we know Seto is planning a trip back home this coming weekend. We need to make sure that Umbridge is the one to take him off the grounds.”

“Mr. Kaiba did relay his travel dates to me, but Dolores will have nothing to do with this – a Japanese Auror is to meet him at the castle gates and escort him back.”

Yami phased out of the Puzzle to hover between both Yugi and Harry. “That’s just it, Professor. An Auror won’t be there to meet him. We need to get her out of the school long enough that we can clear the map without her suspecting anything.”

She didn’t look convinced, and narrowed her eyes at him. “If Mr. Kaiba doesn’t have an escort, he won’t be leaving the grounds. And if he has a week to prepare for this trip, then there is no reason why someone cannot be arranged, either from our Ministry or theirs. But even so, should no one be there to meet him, Dolores certainly won’t volunteer to do it. And while I certainly do not condone breaking in and searching her office, a quick apparation trip to Japan and back is hardly enough time to even look around.”

“Well…Seto flies home,” said Harry, “So we’d actually be saddling him with her for about…twelve hours.”

Professor McGonagall huffed, closed her eyes, and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I cannot believe I am listening to this…. And what does he think, of this scheme you’ve put together?”

“Oh, he hates it,” said Harry. “He’s only two steps from murdering us all for coming up with it.”

“Well,” she deadpanned. “I can’t say I blame him.”

--

SNIPPET 2/2:

Professor McGonagall drummed her fingers along the edge of her desk. A stack of second-year essays sat in front of her, waiting to be graded. But rather than start the sometimes-heinous task of deciphering her students’ handwriting, she merely stared at the parchment, as if watching them would cause the quill to jump out of its inkwell and start the task itself.

It didn’t.

She huffed, her focus lost a good hour ago, and swept around the desk, out of the office, and made her way down the corridor towards the Grand Staircases, where she stopped at the landing.

An empty piece of stairwell detached itself from the ground floor and slowly rose up to meet her. The question, of course, was…where to?

Her legs seemed to have an idea far before her brain did, and she let the staircase take her up to the fifth-floor landing. She slowly walked the corridors. All the classrooms on the floor were dark, including #5B where the inter-house Wizard Card Collector’s Club often met to trade their chocolate frog cards.

The final hall ended in a staircase going down to the fourth floor and she took it, avoiding the trick false step halfway down that almost every first-year student this year managed to fall through and get stuck. Here, on the fourth floor she heard murmurs of activity. Small pockets of students clustered in little alcoves in the corridor.

She paused in front of the Library, but then decided not to go in, and continued towards the far wing. This half of the fourth floor was empty, and she took the access staircase down to the third floor, rounded the nearest corner, and stopped short.

Dolores’s office was just up ahead, past the entranceway to the armor gallery. The door was open, and curiously enough – two Aurors hovered in the doorway.

“The map shows where everyone is,” she remembered Potter saying, that afternoon in her office, “every corridor, and every secret passage on the grounds. …If she found Yugi on it that night he tried to get out, all she had to do was follow his tracks.”

#michelle writes fic #olssm #yugioh #hp #crossover au #happy birthday olssm you crazy fic you

[boozles]

Okay, at this point I have went wayyyy off course so I'm just gonna post the last few questions of the #BLChallenge2K24 tonight <3

Day Thirteen: Give five good boys a gold star

Cher, A Boss and A Babe My goodest boy that ever gooded. I honestly fell in love with this little ball of energy as soon as he popped up on my screen. This was my first ForceBook series and I'm glad it was because it was perfect for me. But this is about Cher! Cher, who loves his friends more than anything. Cher, who let his entire village hate him and spread lies about him to attempt to protect his late best friend. Cher, who spent his young adult years financially supporting his late best friend's little brother because he felt guilty over not knowing she was suicidal. Cher who plotted to take down the step-father who assaulted his best friend. Cher who worked his butt off to prove he was good enough for Gun. Cher who was a clown and a comic and made everyone smile. Cher who was there for everyone. He is the goodest boy.

Gavreel, Gameboys Oh, one of my original babies. (For those who don't know, Gameboys was my gateway into BLs <3) Gav is just the sweetest. He's cheeky, and will push the limit, and probably wind you up a little, but he's such a good boy at heart. He falls in love so deeply, and will do everything in his power to capture the stars for Cai. He's so kind and thoughtful, and so generous (to a fault, sometimes). He's so much fun, and his smile literally makes me blush every time he's on screen.

Karan, Cherry Magic If you don't think he's the sweetest, goodest boy, then I don't think we can be friends. In many Thai series we see the boy with the crush refuse to give up, but not Karan; he spends so much time worrying about making Achi uncomfortable, to the point he removes himself from the situation, allowing Achi the time to digest his own feelings. He goes out of his way to help not only Achi, but his colleagues; his hard work isn't just for himself. It's not a good thing that he allows his superiors to utilise his attractive looks, but it is a self sacrifice. I just love this good boy so much, and I think he was a classic example of how different the roles that Tay can do.

Gun, My School President First of all, that smile. He is a total baby. Like, seriously, I would let him get away with murder if he were my son (because he's young enough to be /o\). He loves his friends and his mother so damn much. He's so passionate and goal driven, but not to much that he'll sacrifice those around him for it. He's trustworthy and easy to talk to (I mean, Sound just sorta looked at him and was like, "yes, I'll tell you everything.") He's just a really good boy.

Choco, Choco Milk Shake Okay, I know this is probably cliche considering Choco literally IS a good boy, but he actually is. He literally escapes the afterlife (dragging his kitty friend along for the ride) because his former human is depressed and lonely. He just emits love to those around him like a god damn Care Bear. I know some find this drama's premise a little odd (I mean, can you imagine falling in love with someone who is actually your childhood pet? I'm not sure how I would feel about that XD) but the love and joy these characters bring, especially Choco - he just gives off the golden retriever vibe. When he does something bad/wrong he struggles with it so much, and he'll always try to the right thing. Gosh, I adore this boy.

#blchallenge2k24 #bl challenge #choco milk shake #my school president #cherry magic #gameboys #a boss and a babe #thai drama #bl drama #kdrama #ph drama #drama #meme

[acourtofthought]

"Those affected by trauma can sometimes appear to make strange or adverse decisions."

"Trauma impacts all parts of a person’s life. It influences their emotions, their brain, and, unsurprisingly, their decisions. Those struggling with conditions such as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) or complex PTSD (C-PTSD) often find their decision-making alters after experiencing or witnessing a traumatic event. This is because people make decisions based on emotion rather than logic."

"Those who experience trauma can have trouble regulating emotions, such as anger, sadness, anxiety, and shame.[2] This is known as emotional dysregulation. Emotional dysregulation affects how people dealing with trauma make decisions. For example, some individuals can struggle with feeling too much or feeling numb."

"This dysregulation stems from the changes that trauma creates in the brain. Here, the amygdala, which is the part of the brain responsible for sending warning alerts to our body, sends us a message whenever it feels like we may be in danger. However, for those living with trauma, the amygdala can’t recognise the difference between a past threat and a current threat.[3] If a person is triggered, the amygdala responds as if experiencing the actual traumatic event for the first time."

"Unfortunately, this has a significant impact on decision-making. Upon experiencing a trigger, an individual may make unwise decisions to escape the situation. These can include some of the following responses:"

Fight – Struggling or lashing out to escape a scenario which they perceive as dangerous.

Flight – Running or hiding to get away from a situation.

Flop – Doing what you are told without protest to get through a problem.

Fawn – Attempting to please someone who is harming you.

Freeze – Being unable to move or do anything.

The "Elain's choice" argument is tired at this point.

The "Elain owes Lucien an answer" argument is tired at this point.

Is stabbing a man for the first time to save your sister from death a valid reason to experience PTSD?

Is witnessing your father's murder a valid reason for one to experience trauma?

Is being turned into a brand new species after you were forcibly held down and thrown into a Cauldron though you kicked and screamed and fought and cried the entire time a valid reason to experience trauma? Where the transition itself can also be difficult?

Elain doesn't know who she is right now or what she wants. She is still finding her footing after repeated traumatic situations.

Thinking she's healed and happy because she's got gardening and baking and "friends" she met because she was pretty much forced into living in the NC and had no other choice but to make the best of her situation out of what was available to her doesn't mean she is in fact healed and happy.

Claiming Az is her choice is ignoring that Elain should probably not be involved with anyone right at this moment because she still has not opened up to ANYONE about how she feels after stabbing someone, the death of her father, living in the fae lands as a new species.

And acting like Elain should make a decision one way or another regarding a life long bond is also belittling her trauma.

I love Lucien but his mate should not be deciding if she wants to break their bond or explore their bond until she's in the right mental space to do so, otherwise any decision will not be made for the right reasons.

Again, I love Lucien but he's a 300+ year old fae who's had centuries to deal with his major losses (and he's still not completely over them). He can deal with his human recently turned fae 24 year old mate taking time to figure herself out, make a few mistakes along the way, then finding her footing based off what she wants and not only what is available to her through her sister. A few years is a blink in a fae lifespan and he still needs to figure out his own life before worrying about romance.

I'm sure they'll eventually figure themselves out and come together when the time is right but it clearly hasn't been the time so far.

Just because Elain is quiet in her trauma doesn't mean expectations should be placed on her, "She's not hiding in a corner so she should be ashamed of herself for not dealing with her bond!" or assuming she's healed enough to be making smart decisions "She's obviously happy because she's out and about so it's proof she wants Az for the right reasons!" 🤦🤦🤦

No SJM heroine starts off her book in a good place making all the right decisions (Feyre almost married Tamlin though she was having reservations about the wedding and Nesta was hooking up with random fae after spending her nights drinking and gambling).

No SJM heroine starts off her book worrying about what's best for a guy rather than needing to deal with her own issues (did Feyre give a shit about what Rhys wanted at the start of ACOMAF? Did Nesta care about Cassian's needs at the start of SF? )

Why would Elain be any different? Why is anyone faulting her for taking the exact path her sisters did?

#pro elain archeron #anti e/riel #pro elucien

[moonsb1996]

Hello everyone, today I'm bringing OCs for you to read and their stories again while writing the main story. Sometimes it's just fun when people like to read them. If anyone has ever read the old one, they will know about A and B, which I have talked about. A group of "terrorists" and a group of "prisoners" escaped where A went to stay. So let's read some of their information.

But this time there will be names of the Ocs, I hope you all like them.

Boss: I'll keep his name for now.

A former war veteran who served as a security guard for the crown princess of a kingdom. He has been falsely accused of being A “terrorist group leader” who is wanted all over the world and has been sent to the world's harshest prisons. which brings together a big villain and a ruthless murderer.

Since Boss knew that the leader of the terrorist group had the intention of assassinating the crown princess of the kingdom, he planned to escape from prison. and delete all data and information that would identify him and all his crew. Because the terrorist group was able to put him in jail instead of the leader. told him that terrorist organization This has connections all over the world. and for the safety of the Crown Princess Therefore, he cannot ask for help from outside countries. To protect his own country

oh ! I forgot that Boss has a leg disability. Make him use a cane and is the sniper of the group And he's the only one in the group who doesn't have special powers. It was just that his wounds healed quickly because they were the result of a "blessing" in the family of the Queen of his home kingdom. (He is the Queen's relative.)

Asphodel :

Former deputy leader of the terrorist group who wanted to wrap himself because it was considered He wouldn't kill a small child. causing an argument with the leader of the terrorist group But Asphodel didn't make it in time to secretly send a message to the investigators to arrest the terrorist group. The old clan leader overdid Asphodel's plans, causing him to be sent to prison instead.

Even Asphodel used to work with terrorist groups. But he has a good nature and is kind to others in his own way. (If he meets a homeless person, he might share food or provide a warm blanket.) He also gets along well with children because he used to raise 3 younger siblings (he is the eldest in the house).

Have knowledge of the operating systems of intelligence agencies and special forces But never went to war. He joins Boss in escaping because the terrorist leader's latest plan makes him impossible to pass up.

And he still has a past that he keeps hidden from anyone. Even though he said his family thought he was dead. Asphodel still keeps an eye on his father and brother from a distance.

Miyar : or A Miyar is the name she uses in the group.

From the previous information, we already know. So this person doesn't need to be talked about!

Dipara :

The older brother who adopted Miyar as his adopted sister. He is a villain who possesses dangerous powers. This makes it worrying that it could lead to mass genocide. (His ability to think is similar to Twice MHA) But he was caught by the raiding officers and sent to prison. He is an outstanding prisoner whose stay in the world's cruelest prison has made him mentally unstable.

(The prison is corrupt.) Dipara is in the process of reconsidering his own life. and received Miyar as his adopted sister because he saw that Myar is not a psychotic murderer who makes headlines. He had thought that if he chose to change his life path, he might not lose consciousness in this prison. But he won't go back and fix the past. Because he considered He himself has gained friends and family these days. And he is also a genius with computers and numbers. which is necessary to delete data causing it to be brought along Because Miyaar refused to abandon Dipara. Asphodel likes to call Dipara and Myar. "Blonde Duo"

Margolo :

He is a simple villain who joins a mutant liberation group that begins to resort to violence. And he wanted to leave the group but was arrested. But he was brought to this prison because Investigators fear that Margolo will be sent in by the former organization to clean up the mess. Margolo is an old founding member who has good connections with the officials. who have chosen to provide information to assist investigators Because Margolo doesn't want both the mutants and the people. Had to die from the explosion

So he ended up staying at this prison and became Boss's cellmate. But his former group has now joined forces with a terrorist group, putting Margolo's life in danger. The investigator who offered Margolo a deal died after saving Margolo's life during a prison escape. The boss and the members took the opportunity to escape. Margolo has the ability to drive a variety of vehicles because he works in transportation. (but have never flown a plane like Boss)

He didn't want there to be a war of hatred between people so he joined the retreat with Boss. And the fact that he became anonymous in the database would make it harder for his old organization to track him down, which is considered an advantage. Magolo is friends with Boss. Because the boss can't drive. But can fly a plane

Phantom Thief 6 :

Heir to the famous thief No one in prison knew that he had been brought here. except asphodel and members of the gang that broke out of prison together He is a thief, actor, and magician whose famous phrase is, “No secret house or safe can escape his hands.”

PT is in this prison because he is escaping from the cult's hunt. who has been chasing his family since his grandfather PT the 5's generation until he lost one of his arms. His abilities are the key to escaping from this prison. And in addition to having made a name for himself in jailbreaking said “No one can escape.” He is also worried about the safety of his two siblings, who were sent away by their grandfather when they were little.

PT also wants to know. What had his grandfather done and why was the family being hunted down? Getting out of prison is the only way for him to solve the mysterious magic his grandfather left before his death. “Help Celene.”

Currently, PT is flirting heavily with Asphodel because besides being cellmates, PT is also a bi who is so heartbroken in love with a woman that he begins to think that he will try flirting with men. And he had a funny saying: “My family is cursed so no human can love us.”

I almost forgot that the PT wore ear prosthetics. Because when he disguises himself, he sometimes has to wear glasses or a mask. His ears weren't the same color as his skin!

Hope you guys like it!

#my art #my original art #my ocs #ocs #original character

[platonically-loving-alastor]

Hazbin Top 5

I was going to make a top 10 character list, but realized after the first 5 I didn't know where to place anyone- But in case you're curious, some contenders for the remaining 6-10, in no specific order, were Angel Dust, Charlie, Emily, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. Now here's my top 5 with reasonings and appreciation for them all!

5. Lucifer

Obviously bro is relatable, not only for his awkwardness and hyperfixations, but he also happens to be the same height as I am at about 5'2" (according to the sources I've seen). Being the same height as Lucifer is my biggest flex lmao- I still have no idea why his hatred of Alastor seemed so instant. Like yeah, Alastor was trying to annoy him by being a better dad to Charlie, but the whole 'fuck you' moment happened before any of that started. Did he just sense the bad vibes off of him or what? Anyway, his awkwardness and desperation to connect with his daughter make for probably my favorite lines of the episode, such as the "Hey bitch!" and the whole "You like girls? So do I!" situation followed by him being so distracted he called Vaggie by the wrong name. Perfect comedy

4. Lute

I love her an insane amount for someone who shows up so relatively little with so few lines, but here we are. I've already made an entire post about her, here it is if you want it, so I'll keep this short (Spoiler alert: I failed). I actually don't think I mentioned just how attractive this woman is, so let's get that out there right now. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this, about half the people I've seen react to Episode 6 have seen Lute without her mask, took a pause of recognition, and we all knew what they were thinking before the pressed play. Istg my taste in women (and sometimes even men, thanks Vox) is just "Can they murder me without a second thought? Yes? That's hot". My favorite line of hers is when she's hyping up the army with Adam and says "Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass!" and even Adam has to be like "damn girl chill what the hell-" She's so feral I love her so much

3. Rosie

Everyone needs a Rosie in their lives. I don't just mean a regular therapist, I mean a person in your life, friend or family member, who will talk you out of your downward spiral and gently call you out on why those paranoid thoughts are actually pretty unrealistic (the other side of the same coin would be Husk, he's just more blunt about it). I'm also still completely convinced she has some interesting and sad backstory based on how she was talking to Charlie and I need to know about it so bad. "It can be difficult to admit to things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love" Ma'am what did you do? I find it hard to believe it's just about the cannibalism. I don't know if in this instance, she's the one who hurt someone or someone else hurt her and she was the one who failed to forgive them, but either way I need answers.

2. Vox

Y'all know I love this man in more ways than one, he one the hottest Hazbin character poll for a reason. But I swear everything about this man makes me love him as a character more. First, I always love a technology based character, his electricity powers and literal screen head are the coolest thing in the world to me. He's voiced by Christian Borle, which was a fantastic choice, along with the glitched effect his voice gets when he's mad, I love to see it. Apparently it's also canon he can fly (with rocket shoes)?? He just keeps getting the best character design choices possible, this can't possibly be fair- The fact his first introduction was being done with Val, telling him to call tf down, and treating him like a child ("Now that's why they pay you the big bucks!") was a pretty good first impression for me lol, made even funnier when it was followed by him losing all sense of rationalism when Alastor entered his line of sight.

1. Alastor

The character my blog is named after, this should not be a surprise. Shockingly enough, despite my obsession for him and acknowledgement of his charming nature and generally attractive design, I' do not simp for him in the slightest'm not personally attracted to him in the slightest. I simp for a TV and yet apparently deer man with permanent smile is where I draw the line idk- The most I want from him is to be as good of a friend to him as Rosie is (well that and to touch his ears but that's a given). But this is another character I love literally everything about. Who would've thought the concepts of 'radio host', 'serial killer', and 'literal deer' would work so well together to create this dapper yet terrifying fucking cryptid. Not only can he be either incredibly scary or a silly guy, he can and has done both at once. Example: Episode 3 when he's just casually eating a deer carcass in his room (in which he summoned a whole ass bayou). I was genuinely so glad when the 'this face was made for radio' thing happened in episode 1, confirming that they were still gonna lean into his creepy-as-fuck distortion and general vibe he had in the pilot. He's horrifying and evil and I love that about him. Meanwhile he also says shit like "Now he's pissy, that's the tea" (definitely taught to him by Rosie) and kicks his legs on the bed like a schoolgirl as if he hasn't committed countless atrocities. My favorite character, everyone-

Wow I wrote more than I meant to for this, sorry about the essay-

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #rosie hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel

[not-poignant]

im honestly so excited for utr!! im also wondering, are there any communal spaces where theres group therapy (not necessarily talk therapy) or a cafe where the couples interact? i hope we get to see efnisien walk around more freely, but id wonder, since he is the only alpha at hillview without training, if thats even possible? but he’s a patient, not staff so idk. man… if you have any more nuggets of utr to share im.. not above begging sir 🥺 i go thrugh the tag regularly xx 💓

Hi anon!

The reality is that by the time a couple becomes 'healthy' - preparations are made to graduate the omega into their new life. They often only get 1-3 months - sometimes a little bit longer - of healthy time with their bonded alpha, before they're sent on their way.

In that period of time, they are tested with other healthier omegas to see if they can get along, and at least be civil (because omega + omega relations are often very fraught and some omegas turn up at Hillview because they murdered or attempted to murder or planned to murder another omega *points at Lucien*). But it's often closely supervised, with debriefings, and it's rare that omegas become lasting friends with a few exceptions - like Flitmouse and Nate.

But eventually, Flitmouse and Anton will leave Hillview. They can't stay there forever, at least not as things are now, they are basically 'dead weight' on the facility. It's the same with Nate and Janusz, they will move away eventually, and make a new life for themselves.

And then of course where friendships develop, like Mosk and Flitmouse, there's the fact that Mosk will leave Hillview and not only have to grieve Augus, but also Flitmouse now? And all the other connections he's made? He can stay in touch with Flitmouse, but the reality is that he'll be moving at least 4-5 hours away. Some omegas leave the state entirely. So fostering omega+omega connections is potentially a painful thing to do, especially if their first ever healthy omega connections are with someone who that connection is then severed with.

Group therapy is not a thing at Hillview. And it's not likely to ever become a thing. Communal spaces can't really exist, which is why Flitmouse and Efnisien meet outdoors the first time, and after that they will met at Flitmouse and Anton's home. Group interactions have to be carefully monitored at all times because this isn't a situation where an alpha and omega have been bonded healthily for years, the bonds themselves are temporary, and testing them constantly and unnecessarily risks the health of the alpha (who will have that bond severed) as much as the omega.

That's why Gary shows so much caution around exactly who he'll let Efnisien spend time with, and why the facility in general is very careful about who is interacting with who at all times.

i hope we get to see efnisien walk around more freely, but id wonder, since he is the only alpha at hillview without training, if thats even possible?

Not really. No one really can without saying where they're going, and for how long. Certain quadrants of Hillview are out of bounds, and Efnisien could probably wander around near Gary's cottage, but not much further.

(That being said, you are welcome to imagine it / write it / and have your version anon! Mine is canon-aligned, but yours doesn't have to be!! If you want the group therapy cafe on the grounds, make it happen, because that would be awesome :D )

#asks and answers #underline the black #underline the rainbow #underline worldbuilding #efnisien ap wledig #underline the red #honestly i can't wait to get to underline the red either #i cannot wait to tell more of faber's story #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue