#HOW DO HUMANS LIVE … how do you make a place for yourselves in this world …
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monthly existential vent post incoming lol guys i so desperately wish i had normal people problems … why can’t i be fussing over my turbulent love life or something why instead do my problems consist of the very soul consuming existential dread whilst i lay on my bedroom floor thinking about to what extent is life meant to be enjoyed and to what extent is it meant to be survived … why does every choice i am given make me feel like all the options are the wrong answer and i’ll always be sick tired absolutely depressed :!!2;&:@,@/£:& everything … feels so empty it makes me wanna cry so bad i always thought being alive was amazing and incredible and there was SO MUCH fun things to do but now all of a sudden . no matter how much i try everything feels like the colour and life has been drained out
#listening to my friends be so happy with their life career etc or at least not destroyed over it makes me wanna chuck myself off a cliff#my friend sending me voice notes abt her latest boy problems and how she has too many ppl who like her to me when i was rolling around on#the floor kinda crying like a useless sack of potatoes#HOW DO HUMANS LIVE … how do you make a place for yourselves in this world …#i used to feel like i was on the edge of a massive cliff and one step forward i would fall but one step back would be safe#but now i feel like i’m on a REAAAAALLY narrow mountain standing eighth at the peak and every single point of space around me is a place i#will fall to my death#not literally guys lol just a metaphor#LSNDJXB well . life is tough ig. surprise 💀🙂#i just don’t know what i’m doing . i miss being in love with everyday . i wish i was 8 yrs old again . i’m gonna rip my heart out .
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hi friends. since the formation of bearotonin international, the team has been extremely intentional and diligent about the kind of content we display on our blog. we decided early on that we would not reblog anything current events, political, fundraisers, social justice, or anything else going on in the real world, because we wanted bearotonin to be a single place of refuge from the terribleness of the real world. we wanted our blog to be the one small place everyone could all come to to escape from whatever horrible sad things were happening in real life.
we know firsthand how overwhelming life is, and we know how overwhelming and stressful it is to constantly see upsetting things in life and online, where you are constantly asked to do more, feel a certain way, give more. so we created bearotonin international to be a little safe haven from all of that. where everyone could come to escape life and just enjoy bears, regardless of who they are, where they are from, what they believe in. the team has worked hard to make bearotonin international a positive and welcoming corner of the internet that makes life just a little bit more bearable for everyone.
the team are all politically and socially active in our professional lives, our personal lives, and on our personal blogs. and we thus have felt alright allowing bearotonin to remain entirely free from real world events and tragedies. however, the team have been so thoroughly disturbed by the lack of care or even conversation for the human rights atrocity going on in front of our eyes, that we cannot stay silent on what’s going on right now.
we do not feel this is in any way a polarizing post, but we know some people will likely take it to be one, and we are okay with that. just know that the bearotonin team loves and cares deeply for all human beings, and never condones hatred, bigotry, or violence of any form. the team loves ALL human beings and are saddened by any violence and loss of human life.
however. we must speak out against what the israeli government is doing to gaza and the innocent civilians who live there — half of whom are children. we cannot turn away from the atrocities and the genocide that is going on before our eyes and that many of our governments are not only condoning, but are actively funding. we cannot be silent, and we urge all of you not to be silent either.
please take the time to educate yourselves about the history of palestine, and the history of gaza, and the oppression, violence, and crimes perpetrated against its people daily for the past 7 decades. please do not be silent about this atrocity. and please take action to stand against ethnic cleansing and to stand against genocide.
we know we are going to receive hate for this post, and we know some people will be upset by us posting this. but the team cannot and will not turn a blind eye to genocide. but we could not live with ourselves if we were silent and allowed this genocide to happen without saying a word against it.
Free Palestine 🇵🇸
please note: we will not be changing the content of bearotonin, and it will continue to be a refuge and haven from the real world. our doors and arms are open to all people, no matter where they are from or what they believe in. bears are for everyone and we will continue to provide a safe corner of the internet where we can all come together to escape the awfulness of the real world and enjoy and appreciate bears.
#free palestine#gaza#palestine#🇵🇸#not bears#please speak up about what's going on#please do not be silent friends
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We're going to scream about Nandermo all week, but right now I need to talk about Baron Afanas. Because the Baron's arc, so to speak, always felt like a big part of the series DNA for me - and oh fuck did this episode deliver on why.
I think we can agree: in the show, vampire society is fucked up, right?
Vampires on their own have plenty to deal with that can make them crazy. They have to live by killing. They lose everyone from their old lives. They have to find new reasons to keep going on, forever, so shit can get decadent really fast.
But holy shit, what that's turned into in vampire society? Where you actively put cruelty over mercy, and violence over solving your problems? Death cults and scam artists roam free, but if someone has depression the best thing to do is ignore them. Someone can get their mind wiped or be locked up for centuries, and that's just what you do to your species.
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So: the Baron's arrival is the first conflict of the whole show. The joke is about an ancient powerful creature of pants-shitting terror, vs three lesser vampires who just want to live their lives and not get murdered for being too lazy to conquer humanity. There's a lot of talk about how to please him: do you keep to the old ways, or pick up some new traditions? Decorate with flayed skin, or with glitter? And the Baron says: who cares, you're all soft and useless. All that matters is getting more control over this world, until people are cattle and we have no reason to hide anymore.
But later he confesses: that shit stopped mattering ages ago. He's not even real nobility, he's literally impotent, and he talks about doing horrible things because he doesn't know what else to say. He's angry and half-crazy from boredom. And admitting that, owning those feelings, means suddenly he has three new friends and a whole new world of things to enjoy.
There's the Baron the rest of the vampire world knows, but for one night we see the ancient, unknowable terror was just a guy. Maybe he's always been just some guy.
That fun puts him in a vulnerable position, and he's killed by the most unwitting vampire slayer in fiction. But Baron Afanas is changed. He sucks dirt for a year and still comes out of it with a new lightness and joy to him. He saves the Sire, another ancient terrifying monster everyone was eager to kill or send away. They adopt the hellhound. They get cozy and give advice. They make popsicle stick houses and go on walks. They live.
And that seemed like the end of the story until last night - when the Baron suddenly felt like the butt of a joke everyone knew but him. Spurred on by someone else who feels lonely and ignored, the Baron felt vulnerable. And he snapped back to how he lived for centuries.
'What the hell are you all doing, enjoying yourselves? We're supposed to be unhappy. We're supposed to live centuries of unhappiness, bringing pain to everyone in our path, and we're definitely not supposed to cheer up our friend who's sad.'
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Nobody liked the Baron before Guillermo killed him, not even other powerful vampires we meet; they saw the Baron as a crazy far beyond their own crazy. But this is also how vampire society values you. It's how they measure Nandor's worth when they think he's dead, too: how old and powerful you are, how much you've been able to conquer and kill.
Vampire pods are both cliquish and aren't expected to last in the first place. If someone dies, you literally paint them out of your lives and forget. Everything we see discourages feelings, sincerity, or even basic companionship. The only way to earn respect is to be cruel. The more cruel you are, the more powerful you are. The more powerful you are, the more feared you are - the lonelier you are, the crazier you are. It's practically designed to create the Baron, or worse.
But new vampires don't behave that way. And the vampires we follow in the show don't behave that way - because they have each other, because they've been encouraged to have each other, often by Guillermo. (Holy shit, Nadja saying maybe she'd be fine dying, and Nandor immediately asking if she's okay? Nothing changes in this house, except everything does. They're not going to almost lose one of their own ever again.)
The vampires in the heart of vampire culture never seem happy to be like this. It doesn't have to be like this.
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The Baron doesn't become a tyrannical monster for long. Because he never actually was one - and because he spends two evenings and a fireball to the face, watching Nandor and Nadja fight for Guillermo. Watching them plead and cling and defy, seeing Guillermo's earnest feelings in spite of his bloodline and the mistakes he's made. Seeing Nandor's perfect trust, and then his grief, the way he insists that Guillermo was never 'just' anything. The Baron can't find real fulfillment in hurting someone (because that ship sailed ages ago). He can't deride them for caring, because he's cared for a long time now.
And when the Baron admits that's who he is, when he says it out loud, he only gains more in his life. He finds new depth in the happiness he'd felt for a while now, because he's admitted and allowed himself to be happy. And now he has the children he's always wanted. Living together, the Baron and the Sire are still ancient and powerful - and they're also family, finding real joy together in a world that was ready to dispose of them.
"I suppose with the right company, it can be beautiful, this eternal existence."
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There's an inherent selfishness to being a vampire, taking from someone else in order to live. But there doesn't have to be inherent cruelty, or lack of love.
They're all ready to admit they care. The Staten vampires have all cared for Guillermo or each other in their own ways this season. And Guillermo doesn't lack for flaws, but loving his monster family has never been one of them. (When he and Nandor work their shit out, they're gonna be insufferable.)
Now they just have to let the Guide in. Because she's absolutely starved for love, and vampires get pretty fucked up when they're on their own.
#fandom: wwdits#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#i am a meta gremlin#baron afanas#tl;dr i am a sucker for choosing love#especially when the world around you says it's stupid or you're not allowed#but love was always in you so it happens anyway
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All Bark and No Bite : Meet the pack
Helloooooo! Welcome to my new series titled All Bark and No Bite. Before the series officially begins I want to give a quick overview of the SKZ pack members and their roles within the pack! This is how I view the pack dynamics working and my own personal thoughts. I have sorted them based on where I think they would fall. I have also included what tendencies I think some of them would have. I am also including a small background for the story. Please let me know your thoughts as well! I’d love to discuss :)
Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.
My content is always for 18+ ONLY. If you are not 18+ please see yourselves out thanks
Background info: This story takes place in an alternate universe where people eventually present as one of three presentations: Alpha, beta and omega. Omegas are incredibly rare and many people have never even seen an omega in their lives. The new tradition is if an alpha does get an omega then that Omega does become the packs, though they will mainly ‘belong’ to the main alpha of the pack. Due to the submissive nature of the omegas this has turned many alphas and betas very misogynistic.
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Bang Chan aka Chris -Pack Main Alpha
Chris is the head alpha of the SKZ pack. He is strong willed and carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Head of the pack and also unofficial head of the neighboring town has taken its toll on Chan mentally and emotionally. He is known as a strong leader who would and has done anything to protect his people. Other packs have heard of him and know better than to challenge him… Mostly anyways. The stupid few usually don’t make it home after coming for Chan. He is used to obedience and expects it in all aspects.
Lee Minho -Beta
Minho can be hard to read sometimes, he gives off such a serious vibe but once you get to know him and how he interacts with the pack it’s clear he really cares for them. Minho is very blunt and will tell you exactly how he sees it. Even though he’s a beta he is still Chan's second in command in the pack. Minho is often there to remind Chan that he’s allowed to be a human and not a machine. Main cook for the pack.
Seo Changbin -Alpha
The main muscle (other than chan) of the pack. He takes pride in his strength and his ability to protect the pack as well as offer a shoulder to cry on. Changbin is often the one the pack goes too when they are down and just need a hug. According to them he gives the best hugs. Also really good for a laugh as he never stops joking around.
Hwang Hyunjin -Beta
Hyunjin is a true romantic through and through. When he’s not helping out at home with the pack you could usually find him painting out in a field somewhere or in town helping the townsfolk. He can often be found running errands for the elderly in town. He is a true artist and loves to do portraits of his fellow pack mates.
Han Jisung -Beta with Omega tendencies
Precious Hannie, always so helpful and supportive. It was a surprise to his family he didn’t present as an omega growing up given how submissive he can be. He just wants to please the people he cares about! He can be a little introverted and shy around new people but once he warms up to you he never stops talking or joking around. Sunshine boy :)
Lee Felix -Beta Omega tendencies
Felix is another ray of sunshine for the pack. He is very dainty like a fairy and dances around like one too, despite his deep voice! His bubbly personality is contagious and anyone he meets is enamored by him. He can often be found in the kitchen baking during the day and singing along to whatever song is stuck in his head. Sometimes the pack wonders how he didn’t end up an omega.
Kim Seungmin -Beta with Alpha tendencies
This boy is very smart and is one of Chan's right hand men in the pack. He pays attention better than anyone else to small details and is good with strategy. He can come off as aloof and rude when you don’t know him yet, but once his shell is broken through he is actually a very caring person. He always tries to do right by his pack and would stop at nothing to protect them.
Yang Jeongin -Alpha
The youngest member of the pack and newest to present as an Alpha. He is very easy going and doesn’t have many responsibilities yet as he’s still trying to find himself as an alpha. He really looks up to the other members, especially Chan as he is a prime example of who Jeongin wants to become. The least experienced of the pack. One thing about him is he is very quick on his feet and even though he is young he knows he would die for the pack’s safety.
If you got this far thank you :') I am not the best writer but I do enjoy it and hope you do too!
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From the River to the Sea.
The staff of SnaccPop Studios wanted to reach out to our fans regarding our stance on the genocidal acts committed against Palestine. Though the conflict thrived well before 2023, these last few months have shown an escalation of cruelty that has become impossible for the rest of the world to ignore.
To state the matter frankly; we stand by Palestine. We acknowledge that blood is not only on the hands of the Israeli government, but also the American, British, and other world governments who have and continue to enable Israel's actions. Any government, company, or corporation that attempts to accommodate "both sides," or inadvertently shows support through inaction is equally complicit in creating a climate in which this genocide is allowed to take place. It is for this reason we feel compelled to speak out and condemn these acts for what they are; genocide, theft, ethnic cleansing, and mass-murder.
We believe that all those responsible for these innocent deaths must be called for and prosecuted as murderers in the first degree, regardless of status. But we also acknowledge that this will likely never happen.
In light of this, what can we do? We believe that it is not the citizen's burden alone to end this genocide, and yet we must call upon every individual person to reflect on this matter and do what we can to make things right. An initial step for many of us would be to seek to educate themselves on this matter. We must learn from history to avoid unwittingly contributing to further oppressions. We will be providing a few trustful sources for you all to further educate yourselves and donate to, if you are able to.
We must also ask everyone to remember that these lives are irrevocably lost. Children who are now without parents, families separated and lost–these people's lives will be permanently affected by these events, if they survive. Their pain and trauma will impact the future for everyone on our planet. It is vital to acknowledge this and treat it with the gravity it is due. It is so easy to distance ourselves from these events, to compartmentalize the trauma of people we don't know, people who live so far away from many of us. It is easy to get caught up in the narrative disseminated by mainstream media, to detach ourselves from the real human suffering, to view it as a story that has nothing to do with us. We must perform due diligence to discern the truth and act accordingly. Acknowledging the suffering and remembering all that has been lost is vital to holding Israel accountable for their genocidal acts.
We must also use our empathy to realize that this is one of the great injustices of humanity; by allowing it to happen now, we further enable it to happen to other disenfranchised groups in the future. None of us are truly safe if we allow this brutality to wage unchecked. We cannot allow our governments to believe that we will tolerate or condone this, now or ever.
Links:
Care for Gaza. Providing distribution of cash, food, or other supplies needed like medicine or clothes to displaced families in Gaza. https://www.gofundme.com/f/careforgaza. As of writing this, the GoFundMe is no longer accepting donations, but their PayPal in their Twitter (https://twitter.com/CareForGaza) still is.
Pious Projects. Providing menstrual/hygiene kits to those who menstruate in Gaza. https://piousprojects.org/campaign/2712
eSims for Gaza. Helping those in Gaza remain connected to the outside world, stay connected with families, and show what’s happening within Gaza. https://gazaesims.com/
History of Palestine and debunking myths spread: https://decolonizepalestine.com/
PDF Booklet provided by Bisan on her Instagram. Advocating for Palestine that recounts Israeli propaganda and how to spot and debunk them. https://sites.google.com/view/advocatingforpalestine/?fbclid=PAAaZtxfP5EBAZSRP6h15wi96-dnCuOgOlE0aXKVB8gCtQbokaSE9N1nxzkuA_aem_AaIBVrty_hSHN28vgu0T-rJly_eLH5YAFKxLcCLLBNBXl8QZiUe4fvR-pkBV_8x6UyM
Boycott, Diversity, and Sanctions (BDS) website: https://bdsmovement.net/
Please note these aren’t all of the available resources out there, but a few collected, trusted ones. Take the time and effort to look and reach further yourselves, as we will continue to do so ourselves.
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Caine and Pomni falling in love in the Circus and making it out together only for Caine to realize how warped all their personalities were compared to who they actually are in reality, but especially Pomni’s.
Okay literal train-of-thought word salad from here on out, prepare yourselves accordingly.
• Like he knows Pomni as an anxious little jester but they love each other and she’s cute and funny and affectionate and all that fun stuff. But once they’re in reality he follows her like a lost puppy because he has no idea how this place works and gets to see how she actually lives.
• Pomni is basically an accidental femcel when it comes to vibes. A complete girlfailure, if you will. (socially isolated, chronically single brunette with glasses, you get the idea)
• A “nice relaxing night for her” is playing a random YouTube video essay that’s like three hours long while lounging on the couch and not wearing pants, eating an entire bag of chips and probably hitting her bong. She gave up on dating in college due to failure after failure so she’s accepted that she’s gonna die alone… or rather she says she has. (She read that “I’m not doing to be loved in this lifetime, am I?” quote in a TikTok slideshow and proceeded to down an entire bottle of wine that night while sobbing)
• She wanted to get a cat to ease the loneliness, but she doesn’t feel good enough— a cat deserves more than just a shitty apartment with a wreck of an owner in their mid-20s.
• He goes back to her apartment— it’s dingy and shitty but it’s the closest place to the office that she can afford. Her half of her pantry is ramen she bought in bulk. She’s medicated to high heaven and her kitchen counters look like a pharmacy.
• Pomni is either so fucking embarrassed when Caine sees how her life is in reality or the Human Depression™ in her Human Body™ has already set back in by the time they get there and she’s just miserably accepting of it. There is no in-between.
• She showers for the first time since The Incident (she didn’t need to bathe in the DC, her clothes were literally attached to her body there/hygiene was a total nonissue in that world) and she just breaks down and spends a good 30-40 minutes taking a scalding hot shower (as all the depressed girlies do) while sobbing her heart out. It’s cathartic as fuck to be able to lose her shit for once without the threat of abstraction, but it also hurts so fucking badly at the exact same time.
• Something about mental illness in real humans versus their digital avatars really messes with Caine. At the very least he could create a zany adventure to get their mind off of things, but then there’s some days where Pomni just stays in bed all day and doesn’t say a word. This world is so harsh and dull and colorless in comparison to the world he was made for, and there are fleeting moments where he wonders if it would’ve been better if they had both stayed there.
#ANGST ANGST ANGST#might reblog this with a quick fluff chaser so check back soon#caine x pomni#pomni x caine#showtime ship#showtime tadc#tadc showtime#showtime
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What is there left to learn?
All you need to know of any good branch of leftism is that self determination and freedom is above everything.
We stand against so much because so much has been created to get in the way of that.
Money often gets in the way by imposing literal pay walls to basic needs so we oppose it. Racism gets in the way when racist gatekeepers prevent POC from receiving equal care, equal service, and equal access to resources so we oppose it. The same goes for all the other -isms and bigotries such as misogyny and homophobia.
Human beings come in all shapes, sizes, colors, sexualities, and genders. We are beautifully diverse this way, it's literally human nature.
And so we must learn to live and accept people different from ourselves.
Nobody has more rights or humanity than anyone else. Nobody has the right to enforce their own determinations and truths on anyone else. There is no singular way of being that is Right or makes you more deserving than the rest, that gives you the right to control others because it's just such a Good way of living. There never will be.
There is no natural way to determine what a good, deserving human looks like. And that's why leftism supports and hears all oppressed people.
Every single excuse and method that attempts to control/feel superior are all social constructs. Ex:
You're rich, fiscally responsible and think you're better than others? Money isn't natural, it's barely even real. It's something that some human made up one day to feel better than the others. It may as well be called pixie dust. And without it you're just like the rest of us.
Being White didn't mean anything before some human decided they could gain self esteem by reducing the perceived worthiness of Black and Brown ppl. Without made-up ideas of race you're just like the rest of us, made of the same hunger and thirst and love as we are.
Cis and Trans or Gay and straight are just different ways for humans to be born and exist. Some people like their bodies, some don't. Some people kiss the same sex, some dont. You aren't superior for being cis or only kissing one sex. You won't get a trophy for denying the kind of human you are or for making others feel bad about the kind of human they are either.
There is no natural test for superiority in humans because human superiority is unnatural. For any of us.
The only measure of being Better than others was how much better you were at being a community member; how much you contributed to the betterment of your peers. You didn't brag about being white, you bragged about how you killed so many deer that your people certainly will Not be starving.
We were born to share this planet and our only ACTUAL job is to take care of each other and the planet in whatever way we can. It's the only thing we've ever owed each other.
Racism, ableism, colonization, capitalism, white supremacy, genocide, Nazis, Zionists, etc.
These are not concepts that deserve to be kept alive. Anything that makes you hate someone else or makes you feel more Worthy than someone else has no place in the future.
I say all this because I feel like I'm beating a dead horse on this blog so often. I really do try to stay educational and focus on solidarity. But there's only so much that words can do without action.
And words without action are as good as dust in the wind.
I love this blog, but I'm long over this. We need to act. There is a genocide happening and I'm starting to believe that everyone who wants to stop it Already knows about it. They do not need awareness. They don't need voices. They need direction. They need community. They need support and bodies to help intimidate police.
They need us.
And instead I blog on Tumblr trying to rally people that hardly reblog a call to action.
This blog is starting to feel like a symptom of the system. A time-consuming distraction for me. And a way for you to placate yourselves while the world gets worse.
Just following leftists doesn't make you a good person. Having the Right opinions doesn't make you a good person. Even believing in equality doesn't make you a good person if you don't do something about it.
I'm tired of begging for people to organize and protest and show up for each other.
I'm convinced that if you ever had the intention of doing so then you already are. And if you're not then that's a choice you've made.
You either support genocide or you fight it, you know?
I don't know what else there is to learn or say. What are you waiting for? An invitation?
Please go fucking organize and join a protest.
In other news....I am getting closer to deleting this blog every day.
#on all level but physical i am on my knees banging my head against the wall#leftist#Decolonize#whiteness#free palestine#socialism#anarchist#self determination#native sovereignty#sovereignty#liberation#revolution#Palestine#BLM#ableism#lgbt#capitalism#biden#ndn#palestine#democrats#republican#social justice#trans#abolish ice#abolish capitalism#abolish the police#abolish prisons#Decolonization#decolonize palestine
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What are your thoughts on reverse isekai where Azul really appears out of nowhere in the reader's world/room? It'd be funny if he just loses his mind over it because how did he mess up with his chanting of his ancient spells that he ended up (miserably) there.
And the reader finds him very pitiful and offer a temporary stay for him. He accepted reluctantly.
Omg maybe twst isn't a game in your world, so you have no idea who this strange man is and why he's waving some cane around trying to cast a spell on you LOL. ^^;;; after all of the commotion is settled and Azul stops speaking in spells and hexes, none of which have any effect, the both of you hesitantly introduce yourselves. He's Azul Ashengrotto, a mage who hails from a place known as Twisted Wonderland. That sounds positively absurd, but then to Azul the idea of a world without any magic is just as foreign. How do you possibly live? It's so strange... More importantly, if magic is nonexistent here, does that mean he can't transform back to his original form? Is he stuck in his human form? Not that that's the most pressing worry; it's actually more of a relief.
Even so, despite your reluctant hospitality and willingness to let him stay (for now), he doesn't trust you. You're right to be wary of him as well. Neither of you know the other, and the fact that he just suddenly appeared in your room all because of, in his words, "an incorrect incantation" sounds very suspicious. But he proves to you he really is a mage by showing you the strange stone on the cane, explaining in great detail its purpose and importance. You don't really understand a lot of this, but it's such a detailed explanation. Surely he wouldn't make all of that up...
Azul's ultimate goal is to (hopefully) return home. This is something he sticks with for a while, always grousing over how inconvenient it is that he can't use magic to solve such complex problems (the "complex problems" being laundry duty or washing dishes. He's gotten rather comfortable and lazy in your presence, but he adamantly denies it when you bring it up. He reasons he can be this way because you hardly know him and his achievements or pitfalls, and he'll be leaving soon anyway. There's no point in getting too friendly, and if you're letting him freeload in your home... Why shouldn't he relax in a stressful situation? He can think with his brain later!) You annoy him with your incessant questions and constant disbelief and doubt, but then he also annoys you with his grandiose ego and lofty confidence. Azul cannot wait to get back to Twisted Wonderland. This world isn't so different from his own, but it's without magic and as someone who depends on magic to do specific tasks that require magical aid... It makes his life so very difficult.
But then he actually befriends you. Suddenly, he's something of a roommate, albeit a roommate who's quite the demanding nuisance. Azul thought a magic-less world was the worst of his problems, but now he's actually getting attached to you. To you, someone he couldn't stand initially! Now, rather than being curt and distant, he sits beside you on the sofa to binge movies and shows and the two of you fall asleep together. Now he's helping you in the kitchen rather than bickering over who should cook and how "if you knew how to cast a simple spell, this would be so much easier!" Now he's learning that he's relied too much on his magical prowess. And now, unfortunately, he's not so sure he even wants to go home (if that's an option anymore).
Azul would be much more at ease to keep this relationship strictly business: you provide him with shelter and food while he works to solve this situation. In fact, he thinks he'd be better off hating you and acting annoyed because that helps him feel less attached. But he can't ignore the mounting enjoyment he feels when he's with you. This is the most fun he's had in a long time, and he likes your company. He likes cleaning the house with you, going shopping and grousing over budgets together, exploring the city you live in and seeing what it has to offer, getting to know you on a personal level... He thinks he may have gone insane because he catches himself telling you things he'd never want anyone back at NRC to know. He talks so openly about his aspirations and hopes because he's grown to trust you. He knows you're a safe friend, and it's been so long since he's had this kind of security in a friendship. And you genuinely support him! You tell him you know he can turn Mostro Lounge into a franchise, and your cheers for his success are so authentic and supportive. (And of course he can do that and more! He's Azul Ashengrotto, after all!)
Maybe, if he does find a way home, he can take you with him and show you part of his world. Wouldn't that be so wonderful?
#twisted chit chat#i love him <3 he's so cute omg#imagine he falls back on his usual habits so when the two of you are at each other's throats he's like 'jade. floyd. deal with this mess'#but they're not there and now rather than being angry you're howling with laughter and azul is mortified T_T
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in a world of boys, he's a gentleman
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authors note: this is so sweet and fluffy you'll probs need to visit the dentist, but its for all you ryan girlies out there xx
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what do you make of ozma’s motivations given that he initially rejects the god of light’s offer and only takes it once he knows it’s the only way he can see salem again, but then once they’re actually reunited he places the mission from the god of light above being with her? did he aways have that much faith? is it just that salem’s faith was broken so completely that she’s the only one who can see the gods clearly?
ozma's like. fundamental dilemma in TLF is whether or not to trust salem. as much as he dearly wants to be with her… "salem lives, but the woman you hold dear in your memories is gone. heed this warning: where you seek comfort, you will only find pain."
think about what must have run through his mind when he heard the god of light say that to him. he's just learnt that the god of darkness did something so bad that all of humankind was wiped out, and that the brothers have chosen to depart. but light also tells him that humanity will return, diminished, and that he wants to send ozma back into the world to prepare for a day of judgment. "if your kind is unchanged, if you demand our blessings while still fighting among yourselves, then man will be found irredeemable and your world will be wiped from existence."
light doesn't say it in so many words, but the implication that Humans Fucked Up is crystal clear. if your kind is unchanged, you will be found irredeemable and destroyed.
then he tells ozma that salem is still alive, but unrecognizable as the woman he once loved, and that she will hurt him if he seeks her out.
what light's implying here in essence is that salem provoked the god of darkness, causing the "tragedy" that led to the brothers' departure. (and that is what happened, as far as he's concerned.) ozma picks up on that implication, but what he hears is "the woman you love is damned, but there is still a chance for redemption."
after all, why else would the god of light ask him to do this? at this point ozma has no reason to doubt what light tells him, and light presents himself as a benevolent authority hopeful that humanity can redeem itself.
"i'll do it!"—he wants to save her.
notably, ozma does in fact heed the warning for quite some time; he travels for years, hearing whispers of a dangerous witch wherever he goes, before deciding he "need[s] to see what she had become."
but then he sees her again, and… she's herself. physically she has changed, sure, but he recognizes her; she recognizes him. she still loves him. she's overjoyed to see him again—she even still remembers what he said to her on the day they met, and echoes it back to him with tears in her eyes.
so like ???
is it over? has whatever curse or madness befell her broken now they’re together again? or… was the god of light wrong…?
she tells him her story, but there are pieces missing. the gods are to blame for ending the world, she says. it is impossible to miss how much she hates the brothers.
what did she do?
"though time passed and all seemed well, ozma's conversation with the god of light still lingered in his mind. he had found happiness, but humanity seemed more divided than ever before." <- he begins to worry that maybe it's not that salem will hurt him; maybe by choosing to stay with her now, he's jeopardizing the chance for redemption.
but he isn't willing to leave her because, of course, he wants to save her. so he cautiously tests the waters by commenting on how divided humanity is.
and her answer seems really promising! "are you surprised? this world is quite literally godless. these humans have no one to guide them. perhaps that's all they need."
that… actually sounds very much like she thinks the brothers' absence is the source of the strife and suffering, just as the god of light told him it would be. and it catches ozma off guard, because he didn't expect that from her. so he asks what she means.
"we could become the gods of this world; our powers surpass all others. our souls transcend death. we could mold these lands into whatever we want…" <- okay, that's more in line with what he might have expected based on her opinion of the brothers, and it's not great. but then she warms to the idea:
"what you want! create the paradise—" watch how ozma's face changes as she says this. his expression softens. he smiles. he's hearing that—blasphemy notwithstanding—salem really wants to support him in this. that's the part she's enthused about. what you want.
and then she finishes the thought: "–the old gods could not."
it isn't just that she hates the brothers; salem envisions a paradise without them. she doesn’t think this world is damned at all; as far as she's concerned, the brothers' absence is a cause for hope.
(and what does that mean for her?)
this:
is not a "you convinced me" face. this is an "i can fix her" face.
the problem of course is that he can't. salem hates the brothers because when she prayed to them they forced her to watch her lover burn to death in her arms twice over and then sentenced her to eternal suffering to punish her for lashing out. she hates them because she is the sole survivor of their genocide. no matter how long ozma goes along with her, no matter how long he lets her believe that this is what he wants, he's never going to be able to coax her out of that hatred.
which doesn't stop him from trying.
he's able to keep the deception going as long as they're building a following, and establishing a prosperous new kingdom, and having children together. but he told her he wanted to unite the world—end all division and bring everyone together under one creed. salem is, er, right to point out that the only way to do that is by conquest.
and that's the point where ozma has to admit to his ulterior motives, because salem was not kidding when she said she would do this for him. so he pumps the brakes and tells her everything, still hoping to somehow do the impossible and save her.
"don't you see? none of that matters anymore! why spend our lives trying to redeem these humans when we could replace them with what they could never be?"
[obligatory note: i think she means "replace the gods" here, as a reiteration of her extremely longstanding ambition of doing exactly that; the goal of her rebellion was for humans to "destroy their old masters" and "claim the powers of their creators for themselves," she tells ozma "we could be the gods of this world" and that they can "create the paradise the old gods could not" like this has always been what she's about.]
cue ozma:
he really does think about it.
i think this is the point where he faced the reality that he had to choose between joining salem in rebellion or sacrificing her for the world's sake. and… he wants to take her hand, he wants to stay with her, but the consequence of hiding this from her for so long is he's never actually thought about her utter rejection of the gods in a substantive way; he's warped their whole relationship through the lens of that hatred being a problem he needs to solve. it's not that he had faith in the god of light so much as it is he never had faith in her.
if it were ten or fifteen years ago and she was asking him to forget the mandate and stay with her in their cottage, it would still be frightening to take the hand she offered him, to trust that she is right to blame the gods and say these humans do not need redemption.
but now? when he's sunk so much time inching down the road to war in the name of saving her from those ideas, and he has to not only trust that she's right about the brothers but also that she'll be willing to turn away from the tyrannical path they've walked down together? he's done nothing but play along all these years in the ever-fainter hope that one day she'll be more amenable to the mandate; he has no idea how she'll react if he pushes back, and he thinks of her as damned.
so… he can't, in the end. when she confronts him with the choice he falls down the path of least resistance to conclude that he can't save her and that he'll bring the world to ruin if he keeps trying. so he leaves.
and then he's locked into that choice because they murdered each other and killed their kids and destroyed their kingdom about it and even if he could admit the desire to himself how can he possibly make amends for doing that to her? any apology or gesture of reconciliation he made, she has no reason to trust and every reason to see another attempt to deceive her again. the mandate is really all he has left, so he clings to it even as he gradually distorts it more and more into this existential struggle between himself and her.
#and then salem's desperately trying to make him STOP.#look how you've diminished. how you've lessened yourself. and for what? these children? this ruined world? why do you keep coming back!?#it's for her. still.#holding onto her the only way he can think of#but salem doesn't believe that he ever loved her at all—i think that is pretty evident from how she acts around him now—so she's at a loss#anyway im sad.
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Maze runner the scotch trials- chapter twelve -
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Newt kept you tight against his chest the whole helicopter ride, Minho clutching to your hand. He had just killed a friend and you knew he needed your comfort as well. A part of you wanted to never forgive him and a part that wanted to cry for him.
The helicopter landed and you all started piling out. It took four men to carry the crate that Mai Mai had been slung into.
There was a growling scratch from the hills and the soldiers started firing.
“Cranks, we got cranks!” You hear someone shouting and you're ushered along with the others inside the towering building. Inside soldiers were rushing about, some doing their duties and others helping to defend outside. It was the biggest room and largest number of adults you could remember seeing. You clutched to Newt's side.
You're shown to a room that had a table filled with food and were told to wait there. You all ate until you felt sick and it was good.
“Nothing like my stew.” Frypan remarked. You all giggled. The door opened and a thin man with stubble on his face walked in
“You kids doing all right? Sorry about all the fuss. We had ourselves a bit of a swarm.” He said.
“Who are you?” Thomas asked.
“I'm the reason you're all still alive. It's my intention to keep you that way. Now, come with me. We'll get you kids squared away.” He leads you through the halls and corridors,
“You can call me Mr. Janson. I run this place.
For us it is a sanctuary, safe from the horrors of the outside world. You all should think of it
as a way station. Kind of a home between homes. Watch yourselves.”
“That mean you're taking us home?” Thomas tries to keep up with him.
“A home of sorts. Sadly, there wouldn't be much left of wherever you came from. But we do have a place for you. A refuge, outside the Scorch, where WICKED will never find you again. How does that sound?” He grins over his shoulder.
“Why are you helping us?”
“Let's just say the world out there is in a rather precarious situation. We're all hanging on by a very thin thread. The fact that you kids can survive the Flare virus… makes you the best chance of humanity's continued survival. Unfortunately, it also makes you a target, as no doubt by now you've noticed.
Beyond this door lies the beginning of your new lives. First things first…” he uses an ID badge to open a door into a long corridor, “let's do something about that smell.” He grins and shows you all.into the shower room. It's one big room with around twenty shower cubicles. At one end is a long bench with several piles of clothes and towels on top. Each one with a name written on a slip of paper. You grabbed the one with your name on and placed it on a wooden chair beside the cubicle you had chosen. A woman in a blue uniform tells you to drop all your dirty clothing outside the showers. It felt strange to strip yourself in this foreign place but the water was warm and soothed your aching bones. You watch as Gally's blood washes from your hands and you use the provided cloth to scrub at your body. You realise now that you had several cuts and bruises on your body that stung with the soap. You hissed at the pain.
“You okay?” You hear Newt ask from the cubicle next door.
“Yeah, I'm okay.” You call back. You turn off the shower and use the towel to dry yourself before bringing the clothes in to dress yourself. The clean underwear feels good after wearing the same three pairs for the last three years. You pulled the soft cotton t-shirt over your head along with a pair of cargo pants. The fresh socks felt wonderful on your feet as you slid them into new black boots. Newt came over to you drops of water still dripping from his blonde hair.
“You ready?” He asks you and you add a dark blue hoody to your outfit. You follow Newt out to the next room where doctors were taking Minho and Teresa through some tests. They did it with you too. You would go between each station and they would test your stamina, your strength, your health. One nurse took seven miles of blood from you.
You see a woman walk over to Teresa who was sitting on a bed and pull the curtains across. ‘that's weird’ you think to yourself. The nurse clicked her fingers in front of your face.
“We'll need a urine sample.” She repeats
“What? Why?” You ask.
“To make sure you aren't pregnant.”
“Whoa what the hell? Of course I'm not!” You gawk at the question. Though you supposed it made sense you had been trapped in a maze with thirty six teenage boys.
When the tests are finally done you, Newt, Minho, Frypan and Winston are led into a large mess hall. There were easily another hundred kids in there. Your group go to the counter. You weren't hungry after the table of food from earlier so you just took a drink and some biscuits. The boys fill up their plates however.
“Where do you think they've taken Thomas and Teresa?” Winston asks as you all sit at a table.
“I don't know, but I don't trust it.” You sigh.
“What do you mean?” Minho asked.
“I don't trust her.” You admit.
“Three years you waited for another girl and now you're jealous?” Frypan laughed. You kicked his shin under the table playfully.
“I'm not Jealous I just…I dunno, it's a feeling.” you shrug again.
Two boys come over and sit down at your table.
“Hi Newbies.” The larger of the two said with a wide grin.
A man walked over to you with a clipboard in his hand.
“Y/n, the doctors have asked to see you.” he says stoically. You glance quickly at the other boys as you stand up.
“Don't worry, I'm sure you won't be long.” The man smiles. You follow him out of the mess hall and down a corridor to a small room that has only two chairs and table in it.
“Please sit down, they'll be with you in a moment.” The man says before shutting the door. A few agonising minutes passed until a woman in a white lab coat stepped in. She had a pile of papers in her hands, that she shuffled through.
“Nothing to worry about, y/n. I just have a few things to go over with you.” She sat down across from you.
“Okay so firstly your results came back and you are not pregnant.” She laughed.
You raise your eyebrows and nod, “oh yeah, I mean I was worried.” you replied sarcastically.
“Okay, are you aware of your blood status? You have an extremely high count of the enzyme that W.C.K.D look for. One of the highest we've seen in fact.”
“Okay, and what does that mean?” You ask, feeling even more suspicious.
“Well, only that we are surprised you were put into the trials. Normally they wouldn't put you in…from what we've seen at least.” She appears to correct her language.
“We wanted to give you an opportunity. Your memories back.” She says.
“Just me? Did you offer anyone else theirs back?”
“We taking it slowly. Your friend Teresa has already agreed.” She gave you a smile that you think must work.to persuade other people. You make it look like your considering the concept.
“It's a fairly new procedure you see, we haven't tested it on many of you yet.” There is a little panic in her voice. “Um, if it's okay I'd like to wait till you've tested it a bit more. I don't want to risk losing my current memories.” you shake your head and get up from the table, “I can go back to the others now?” You point at the door.
“Yes I suppose.” The doctor stood and opened the door, letting you out, “take her back to the mess hall.” She ordered the guard.
“Oh, is Mai Mai okay? Where is she?” You ask.
“The tiger? Yes I believe she is doing well, down with the other animals I'd say.” She says to you, before turning and walking away. Her words did little to ease your worries. You return to the mess hall just as Jansen starts calling out names.
“Good evening, gentlemen. Ladies. You all know how this works. If you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me, where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin.
Connor.
Evelyn.
Ev!
Justin.
Peter.
Allison.
Squiggy.
All right. Settle down.
Franklin. And Abigail. Now, now, don't get discouraged. If I could take more, I would. There's always tomorrow. Your time will come. Go on, eat up.” There was a round of applause as the chosen few walked to the doors behind Jansan. The boys all started talking but you ignored them, resting your head on Newt's shoulder, drawing invisible circles on his arm with your fingers. It wasn't until Thomas abruptly stood up and rushed across the room.
“Hey, Teresa? Teresa!” You can see her through the window being guided somehow with the same woman you had just spoken to.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Jansan stopped Thomas with a gentle hand on his chest.
“Where are they taking her?”he asked frantically.
“They just have to run a few more tests. Don't worry, they'll be done with her soon.” He tried to put on his calmest smile.
“Is she okay?”
“She's fine.” he gestured for Thomas to go back to his table and he reluctantly returned to you all.
An hour or so later you are all told to go to bed and one of the guards leads you all down a long corridor.
“Okay boys, this is your room, y/n you'll be bunking down th-”
“No way!” All five boys spoke at once.
“She stays with us.” Newt grabbed you and put you behind him so you were firmly between them all.
“We've got orders lads, don't complicate things.”
“She stays with us.” Newt says again punctuating each word.
“Whatever. Just no funny business.” The guard shakes his head and walks away.
“Thanks guys.” You say as you all walk inside.
“I could get used to this," Newt says, laying back on the soft bed. You laugh and climb on to one of the bunks.
“What do you think those guys want with Teresa?” Thomas asks you all.
“Now, if there's one thing I know about that girl,she can take care of herself.Don't worry about it.” Newt reassures him. You each climb into your beds and get coasy before falling asleep. The real beds with real pillows felt amazing.
You're woken up a few hours later by a noise in the bunk below.
“Hey. Down here.” A voice whispered.
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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 10
*Hello, everybody! We're back with another chapter/episode! This is published on March 31, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, please don't be afraid to comment, reblog, and heart it! That would be greatly appreciated. Warning: Vulgar language and violence. Enjoy!*
Episode Ten: The Living World
The sounds of police sirens alert Stolas.
Stolas blinks his red eyes, realizing that he’s in the alleyway of Los Angeles.
“Shit,” Stolas utters before noticing the group out of it from flying through the portal. He hurries to pull them aside in the darkness of the alleyway. Charlie is the first one to snap out of her trance to realize that she’s in the dirty alleyway full of graffiti.
“Where are we?” Charlie questions while looking around the place.
“We are in the living realm, your highness,” Stolas responds.
Moxxie and Millie manage to grasp their surroundings along with Angel, Bella, and Nifty.
Charlie smiles brightly. “Oh my gosh! This is where we get most souls from!”
“Yes, and if you don’t want them to notice our differences or be hunted down by demon hunters, you have to blend in. Like this, princess,” Stolas demonstrates by transforming into a human. “See? Although, you look like a human the most out of everyone here. Just need a little bit of make-up.”
Charlie’s red eyes sparkles. “Ooh!”
Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Wait, what about the rest of us?”
“Well, I’m afraid that without my Grimoire, I won’t be able to provide human disguises for you all. Although, both you and Bella can retract your limbs to make yourselves more like human. You’ll be seen as furries. I’m more worried about Nifty here.”
“What about Moxxie and Millie?” Charlie asks.
“Don’t worry about us, your highness,” Moxxie calls in a feminine tone.
The others turn their attention to Moxxie and Millie. Moxxie and Millie are dressed in casual human clothes with Moxxie wearing a black tank-top and tight black sweatpants with a cute hairstyle while Millie wears a beanie, an oversized black jersey shirt of a basketball team, and dark gray shorts that are pants to her.
Stolas stares for a moment and then nods. “See? They got it.”
Nifty looks up at Stolas with her one red eye. “Can I stab people?”
“Uh, no,” Stolas responds while taking out the backpack. “How about you get in this backpack instead, hm?”
“Ooh! Backpacks!” Nifty exclaims in excitement, jumping into the backpack.
Stolas zips up the backpack and gives it to Angel. “Here, you carry her around.”
“Ugh, fine,” Angel groans while getting the hoodie hanging on the wall besides the clothes shop and retracts his bottom two arms into his body.
Bella copies Angel and gasps in shock that she’s able to do it this whole time.
Stolas leads the group out of the alleyway. “We must look for the others. But first, let’s try to find a way for everyone to fit in. Let’s go.” They head through the city, searching for disguises for the others.
~.~
“Where are we even going?” Nora groans as Blitz is leading the group consisted of Loona, Octavia, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Fizz, and Cherri.
“There’s always campsites in these woods for humans. Maybe there’s a campsite we can stay out that might be empty with plenty of food,” Blitz responds.
“It’s been a couple of days and we haven’t eaten,” Alastor points out.
“We can always eat each other,” Rosie responds with a manaical smile.
“No, God, no! We’re not eating each other!” Blitz barks at Rosie.
Husk notices Fizz staring at the ground without looking at where they’re going. “You okay?”
Fizz shoots a glance up at Husk and sighs. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Really, I’ll be fine...I just...miss Oz, you know.”
Husk frowns and pats his shoulder. “I know, kid.”
“Do you think Ozzie is going to be okay?” Fizz asks Husk in concern.
“I--I don’t know,” Husk responds sadly.
Fizz notices Husk looking away. “Um, I’m sorry about Angel Dust. I’m sure he’ll be fine.”
“I hope so too,” Husk responds.
Nora sighs and looks up at Vaggie, who seems tensed up. “I’m sure Charlie and Bella are going to be fine.”
“I hope so too. But I swear if a hand is laid on both of them, I’ll fucking kill whoever their captors are,” Vaggie growls, not intentionally at Nora.
Nora lifts her head up with determination. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”
Vaggie looks at Nora and huffs a laugh. “Thanks, kid. I’m going to need all the help I can get.”
“We’ll join you,” Sebastian says.
“Don’t worry, we are experts at burying bodies,” Eleanor reassures Vaggie. “Just don’t get on our bad side and we’ll be completely fine.”
Vaggie widens her eye. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel better.”
“Guys! We’re here!” Blitz announces to the group. The group looks ahead to find a camp full of teenagers doing various of extracurricular activities with camp counselors watching them.
“Ugh, teenagers. The worse,” Blitz responds with a groan.
“Not any worse than losing the one you love,” Fizz replies sadly.
Blitz glances at Fizz worriedly. “You doing okay, pal?”
“Ooh! Fresh skins and meat,” Rosie responds, showing her sharp teeth. “Let’s eat them all.”
“I’ll dice them,” Alastor says while pulling out a knife.
"We'll cook them!" Eleanor replies happily, pulling her blushing husband by her side.
“No, goddamn it!!” Blitz shouts at them. “You’re going to make a bigger mess than there already was. No. We need to blend in with the camp.”
“I’m sorry, what now?” Alastor responds.
“Yeah, you, an ex-exterminator thing, and this cannibal bitch can blend in with the humans perfectly,” Blitz suggests with a small smile.
Vaggie arches a brow. "You mean fallen angel?"
"Yes, that too," Blitz says to Vaggie.
“Wait, how do you know that I’m a fallen angel--?”
“Because you’re holding a fucking angelic spear. Don’t think I don’t notice that when we first met. I don’t know how anyone in Hell didn’t catch that,” Blitz interrupts Vaggie’s sentence. “I’m surprised your girlfriend didn’t notice it.”
“Oh, she knows,” Vaggie responds.
“We all know,” Alastor adds. “We just never made any comments on it.”
“Wait, what?” Vaggie questions. “I thought I was doing a good job hiding it!”
“Not so much, I’m afraid. I’m surprised that Charlie was the last to know this,” Alastor responds.
“Wait, wait, Charlie is the last to know?! Was it that obvious?!” Vaggie questions her friends.
“Yes, my dear,” Alastor responds.
Husk raises his hand. “Hey, I was thinking of telling Charlie about you before all of this shit with the exterminators went down, but this guy here says to not say a word since we figured that Charlie might know back then.” He refers to Alastor, who has his grin stretched proudly.
“And poor Charlie becomes desperate for my help that we shook on it,” Alastor responds.
“Wait, what?” Rosie questions.
“We shook on a deal. Of course, I don’t have Charlie’s soul since she’s Hellborn,” Alastor responds with a little wave of his hand.
Before Alastor continues on to brag about it, he feels the sudden cyan chain around his neck and is pulled back into the woods.
“Okay, okay, team, we need to focus on how to blend in with the humans,” Blitz tries to get everyone’s attention.
However, Husk has witnessed Alastor being pulled back into the woods in a quick manner and Rosie is nowhere in sight.
Husk sneaks into the woods while Blitz makes a plan for the group. He hears familiar voices whispering in the woods until he manges to find Rosie and Alastor. Alastor has a cyan-colored chain around his neck. Alastor is no longer wearing his usual grin, the fear in his yellow eyes is something that Husk has never seen before. He hides behind the tree to overhear their conversation.
“What the fuck was wrong with you?” Rosie questions Alastor harshly.
“I don’t have her soul, Rosie. I would never take her soul---”
“But she’s chained to you,” Rosie snarls. “Look, you can make deals with the cyclops maid or that gambling beast, but you don’t ever touch her. That’s the contract you signed, dear Alastor. You’re supposed to make sure her hotel is running smoothly. You’re supposed to keep her safe. She is off-limits when it comes to making deals with her.”
“I swear, Rosie, I don’t have her soul,” Alastor responds, trembling in fear now.
Husk witnesses Alastor shaking like the leaves up on the trees. He has never seen Alastor this fearful before. It’s almost like a small payback for all the fear Alastor causes Husk, but Husk can’t feel any remotely happy about what Alastor going through.
“When did this dealing take place?” Rosie growls at Alastor, tugging at his chain.
“When she found out that Vaggie used to be an exterminator,” Alastor cries in fear. “She just wants to save her own damn hotel and people--”
“And you took advantage of that,” Rosie snarls. “If I ever hear or see you making deals with her again, I’m going to make sure that the legend of the Radio Demon ceases to exist. You hear me?”
“Yes, yes, I promise I will never make deals with her again!” Alastor screams in fear, his radio tone now becoming real and raw, tears streaming down his face.
“Good,” Rosie responds sadistically. The cyan chains fade from Alastor’s neck. He’s risen on his feet as his legs wobble. Rosie notices Alastor’s frown and helps him stretch the corners of his mouth into a grin.
“You know, you’re never fully dressed without a smile, dear,” Rosie says, going back to her peppy tone.
Alastor’s grin is back on his face, glued on like a mask.
Husk breathes heavily when they notice him eavesdropping them. He bolts through the woods, trying to get away from them.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Husk whispers to himself, trying to run back to the group. “WAIT UP, GUYS!!”
Before he can get any attention from the group, the green chain is wrapped around his neck, causing him to slip and fall back on the ground with a yelp.
He’s being pulled back into the woods as he struggles in his chains.
Husk glances at the chains, watching Alastor pulling at them with his staff and hands.
“You know it’s rude to eavesdrop,” Alastor responds in a threatening matter.
Husk breathes heavily. “I-I was just worried about where you both were--”
“Oh, don’t play the fucking sympathy card, Husk. You know you want to get out of my chains for a while now. I know you. I can sense you trying to get out my chains. You tried all the rings of Hell to get free from your chains, only to find yourself completely hopeless. Did you really think that I’m that stupid?!” Alastor growls at Husk, pulling his face close to his angry tone behind his glued on grin.
“P-Please--”
“You of all people should know that I always know where you are at all times. You are the only overlord that knows that has shared powers with me and you are the only overlord that knows that I’m the one on the leash. Don’t make me kill you like the rest of those overlords who cross me. I have your soul, remember?”
Husk can feel his soul being crushed, choking on the green chains. “Al, you need to break your c-chains--”
“Be fucking glad Angel isn’t here. Otherwise, I’d rip his soul right out in front of you if you ever cross me again! Slowly and painfully. Then after I kill him, I’ll kill you. I’ll make sure yours and his screams are broadcasted on my radio daily. Don’t ever fucking cross me again, you understand?” Alastor growls, his unhinged smile turns demonic.
Husk starts to tear up in fear, nodding his head quickly.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?” Cherri’s voice echoes behind Husk.
Alastor glances up to see Cherri standing there with her eye glaring at him. He throws Husk onto the tree next to them as he storms by her.
“You saw nothing,” Alastor snarls at Cherri and heads back to the group.
Rosie walks by Husk with a small soft look and then walks by Cherri, giving her a friendly wave.
Cherri runs by Husk, which she notices him breathing heavily in panic.
“Hey, mate, are you okay?” Cherri asks Husk in concern.
Husk starts to spiral in his mind. He can hear his heart thumping from his eardrums. He looks to the sky as if he’s trying to keep his head above the waters. He places a paw over his heart to feel his heartbeat growing faster and faster. He breathes heavier as if he has run a mile.
“Husk! Husk, what’s wrong?!” Cherri’s voice is muffled by the ringing sounds in his ears.
Husk can hear his own breathing growing rapid, clutching at the leaves on the ground with his other paw to keep himself grounded. But even grabbing at the leaves didn’t stop his mouth from becoming dry.
“W-Water--” Husk utters, his voice dry.
“Water?” Cherri questions, watching Husk gripping his chest. She stands up quick. “Stay here, I’ll get you help. Hold on!” She rushes through the woods, leaving Husk alone with nature.
Husk starts to sob, tears leaking out of his eyes. The pain in his chest worsens when he starts sobbing.
“What the fuck is going on?!” he hears Vaggie’s voice, but he can barely distinguishes the words.
“I don’t know! Alastor might have threatened him or something! I don’t know what’s going on!” Cherri’s voice echoes in his ears.
Vaggie peers into his vision, shaking his shoulder.
“Husk? Husk?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?” Vaggie calls out, her voice still muffled from the ringing in Husk’s ears.
Husk can’t even answer, tearing up more.
Vaggie takes deep breaths on her own and sits next to him. “Okay, okay, big guy. It’s okay, we’re right here.”
Cherri sits next to Husk, giving him a glass of water. “Here, I got you some water.”
Husk raises his arm up slightly, grabbing the water and drinking it with large gulps.
“Don’t drink too fast,” Vaggie cautions Husk calmly.
Husk drinks the water to help his parched throat as Cherri takes the glass from him.
“It’s okay, Husk,” Vaggie replies. “Just take deep breaths. Like this.” She shows Husk deep breaths she’s taking. Husk’s eyes move to see it, and he attempts to take deep breaths.
“There you go, big guy. You’re doing great,” Cherri replies softly. “Keep going.”
Husk takes deep slow breaths. His breathing is becoming more easy, no longer choking on air. He blinks his eyes and before finally hearing everything in nature without his ears ringing. However, he breaks down crying, hiding his face from the girls.
“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s going on, Husk?” Vaggie asks.
“That fucking maniac,” Husk chokes out, feeling Cherri’s hand rubbing his shoulder.
“Yeah, it seems like he threatened you,” Cherri responds. “Are you okay with telling us what happened?”
“I don’t want to remember it,” Husk whimpers, afraid to slip back to panicking.
“Okay, okay,” Vaggie responds softly. “You don’t have to say anything. Okay, just keep taking deep breaths.”
Husk keeps taking deep breaths and sobs into his thighs, earning rubs on his shoulders from both Vaggie and Cherri.
“You’re doing great, Husk,” Cherri reassures him.
“Yeah, you’re doing great,” Vaggie adds.
Husk finally calms down, looking up to see nature again. He glances at the ladies comforting him.
“You okay now?” Cherri asks.
Husk wipes his tears away and nods. “Y-Yeah.”
“Good,” Vaggie responds while looking around the woods. “The others are waiting for us. You want to wait a little or--?”
“No, I’m fine,” Husk responds, getting up from the ground. “Let’s go.”
Cherri and Vaggie got up with unsure glances at each other. They follow Husk through the woods to get back to the group.
~.~
“Okay, open your eyes,” Stolas, disguised as a human, commands excitedly after doing make-up on Charlie’s face.
Charlie opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is the reflection of her face that isn’t so pale. Her blushes are covered by the light skin foundation. Her eyes are still the same and she has her red suit still.
“Wow,” Charlie responds. “This feels weird.”
“I know. It’s something to get used to. I also have contacts to make your eyes blue,” Stolas responds while holding out blue eye contacts. “Hold still.”
Charlie did as Stolas puts blue eye contacts in her eyes. Now she’s a blonde woman with blue eyes. “Are you sure this is how normal girls look?”
“Oh believe me, your highness. It’s quite a common around here,” Stolas responds with a wave of his hand.
“Ugh, what a basic bitch,” one of the women with dark hair responds while walking by with a group of her girl friends of brunettes.
Stolas watches them pass by while chuckling nervously. “It’s still quite common around here. And must I say, you look stunning, your highness.”
Charlie smiles nervously. “Thanks.”
“Uh, I’m not sure you should go out looking like that,” Moxxie’s voice interrupts them.
Charlie and Stolas watch Angel walking out of the alleyway with a short small-size sweater that only goes down pass his chest fluff barely. He has a white and pink shirt underneath it with tight shorts wrapped around his thighs. He still has his high heels on, clicking on the concrete.
“How do I look, Charls? Do I look sexy or somewhat blending in to everyone in society?” Angel says, striking various of poses.
Moxxie steps out with Angel and looking at him up and down. “Angel, this could attract attention from other people. We are looking to blend in, not attract attention.”
“Bitch, I attract attention 24/7, what the hell are you talking about?” Angel responds with a sassy tone.
Moxxie sighs in discouragement while slapping a palm against his forehead.
“Ooh!” Angel gasps and looks at Charlie. “This sweaters got a hoodie and look!”
He tilts his head down and pushes up the small cat ears on the hoodie while saying, “Meow, meow.”
Stolas arches a brow in confusion. “Uh.”
“I can be Husky’s twin!” Angel responds happily. “The only thing missin’ is the red color. Which I got!”
Angel whips out the red bandana and wraps it around his eye that has only purple pupils while leaving his normal eye alone. “Bam! Now our colors are matched.”
Bella stumbles out of the alleyway, her make-up done to look somewhat normal and wearing a hoodie to cover her blonde pigtails.
Millie smiles while walking out with the little girl. “Look who’s ready to fit in!”
Bella has an oversized navy blue hoodie with blue pants.
“AWWWW!!!” Charlie coos. “You are so adorable.” She picks Bella up with a hug.
Stolas straightens up, smiling to see Charlie hugging Bella like a mother and a daughter relationship. “Aw, it’s nice to see this relationship grow, wait, where’s Nifty?”
“In this backpack,” Angel shows the cute Mickey Mouse brand backpack.
“Heh-heh, I want to kill someone,” Nifty responds with a maniacal chuckle.
“That’s a no,” Angel responds. “Now, let’s go find Husky and the others!” Angel skips off to look for Husk.
“Off we go then,” Stolas responds while the group follows after Angel.
Charlie carries Bella in her arms as Bella looks up at her with a frown.
“I-I’m sorry,” Bella replies in a croaked tone.
Charlie glances down at her. “For what?”
“F-For lying.”
Charlie frowns and cradles her more. “I know why you did.”
“Do you hate me now?”
“No, sweetheart,” Charlie responds. “I don’t hate you. You are still cherished by me and Vaggie. We still want to adopt you now more than ever to get you out of that abusive environment. If you want to, of course--”
Bella hugs Charlie, cuddling her head. “Can I call you Mommy and call Vaggie Mama?”
Charlie smiles. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Stolas overhears the conversation with a soft gaze at Charlie and Bella. Then he frowns and takes out his gold pocketwatch and opens it to see the picture of him and his daughter as a child. A sigh escapes his lips.
“Don’t worry, Via, we’ll find you and the others,” Stolas replies to himself.
~.~
Blitz puts on his yellow polo shirt in the cabin outside of the camp. “Alright, fuckers! We got shit to do and cabins to take over.”
“It would all be easier if we kill some mindless teens and counselors,” Alastor responds, wearing the camp counselor uniform with a deadpan stare despite his stretched grin.
“And eat them and their corpses,” Rosie responds with a small smile in her own camp counselor uniform.
“For the last fucking time, that’s a no!” Blitz scolds both of them.
“Do we really have to wear these costumes?” Husk responds, noticing the tightness around his shoulders and arms while wearing the uniform.
“Just pretend to be the main mascot since this mostly a black cat in the hat thing--”
“I don’t look anything like that thing!” Husk responds while holding up the poster picture of a live action version of Cat in the Hat.
“Hey, these uniforms ain’t that bad,” Cherri responds, noticing the tightness of her rear from the tan shorts and the yellow polo shirt tuck into it. She has a ball-cap on backwards. “I’m definitely going to fuck up this campsite with explosives.”
“If you want to have any hope of taking shelter in the cabins, then don’t blow shit up,” Blitz responds.
“Aww,” Cherri responds dejectedly.
Vaggie looks at her yellow polo shirt, realizing how tight the shirt is around her breasts and the shorts are around her rear. “Well, shit.”
Blitz peeks out the cabin doors. “Alright, Operation Camping Trip is a go. Loona, do your stuff.”
Loona transforms herself into a human.
“Hey, Dad taught me this trick, watch,” Octavia responds, turning herself into a human with her outfit being the same, but she has a rounder face and smoother jawline.
“Shit, that’s cool,” Loona gasps in fascination.
“Yeah, you both look good,” Blitz compliments with a bright smile. “Now, let’s get out there and blend in the crowd.”
Fizz arches a brow since he’s the only one without the uniforms on. “What about me?”
“You get to entertain the kids by being the clown,” Blitz responds.
“Fuck you,” Fizz argues with Blitz.
“Fuck you, first,” Blitz responds with a smirk.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t kill these vulnerable targets?” Alastor replies while holding up one of the five naked camp counselors by his matted hair. Alastor places a knife against the camp counselor’s throat.
“And then we can eat their flesh for food,” Rosie brings up.
“For fuck’s sake, do I have to put you two on a leash?!” Blitz responds with the sass.
“Let’s just go,” Loona replies to Octavia as both of the girls walk out disguised as humans. Husk follows after them with Fizz and Cherri. Rosie and Blitz exit next, leaving Vaggie alone with Alastor.
Vaggie swiftly turns to Alastor. “What the fuck did you say to Husk earlier?”
“Whatever do you mean, dear?” Alastor questions Vaggie.
“Cherri says that you’ve threatened Husk over something. What were you threatening Husk over?” Vaggie probes with a snarl.
“Oh, please, there’s nothing wrong,” Alastor reassures Vaggie.
“Then the why the hell is Husk having a panic attack after your talk with him?” Vaggie asks with a snarl.
“Husk is getting emotional lately. Maybe that’s his problem, not mine,” Alastor responds, walking passed her.
She turns around to watch Alastor walking away. “Ugh, that fucker.”
She exits the cabin and shut the door, leaving five passed out naked camp counselors to rot.
~.~
Stolas, Charlie, Bella, Millie, Moxxie, Angel, and Nifty are exploring around the city.
Charlie shows Bella the restaurants with all the same kinds the same food.
Moxxie and Millie explores the shops around the area with Millie holding a lingerie with a smirk at her husband, who’s blushing in the store.
Angel tries to see out of his one eye, but when he sees the porn stores, his eyes widen in shock at all the naked women on the posters. He frowns at the state they’re in until one buff man rushes by Angel.
“Nice tits, slut!” the man responds while slapping the ‘tits’ on Angel’s chest. The man freezes for a moment as soon as he feels fluffy fur under the tight small cat-hoodie. Angel clenches his jaw and then starts slapping the man around as an act.
“You listen here, fuckhead!” Angel sasses. “You better not touch my body unless you’re my boyfriend!”
“Uhhh, can I be your boyfriend?” the guy responds.
“Uh, a hard no, asshole,” Angel replies with his hands on his hips. “Now get the fuck away before I slap the shit out of ya.”
Nifty pops out from the bag with a psychotic smile, holding a knife, and frothing in the mouth. “And I get to fuckin’ kill ya!”
The man screams at Nifty and runs away, leaving them in awkward silence.
“Sooo, is Husk your boyfriend?” Nifty asks.
“Get back in the bag,” Angel responds with a blush.
Nifty shrinks back into the bag obediently.
Unbeknownst to the group, there are two agents, one male and one female. Both of the agents spot Moxxie and Millie.
“Holy shit, those guys are demons we captured a long time ago,” the male agent, Jasper, gasps in shock.
“Let’s fuckin’ get ‘em,” the female agent, Josephin, responds.
The agents hurry towards Moxxie and Millie. Before the imp couple can react to being snuck up on, they are tased by Jasper and Josephin.
Stolas turns to notice the imp couple being dragged off by the agents. “Oh, shit!”
“What?” Charlie asks with Bella in her arms, approaching by Stolas and turning to look at what he’s looking at. She gasps when she sees Millie and Moxxie being dragged off.
“It’s those demon hunters again,” Stolas growls and storms through the crowd to get to them, but they are gone with Millie and Moxxie by the time they reach the spot where they saw the imp couple get taken.
“Shit!” Stolas curses.
Angel approaches the group with Nifty peeking out of the bag. “What happened?”
“Moxxie and Millie are taken,” Charlie answers Angel.
“Shit, really?” Angel questions in fear.
“This is the reason why we try to blend in with the human society as much as possible. The demon hunters are coming after the likes of us,” Stolas explains to the group.
“Then we need to get to them,” Charlie determines.
“I think I know where they might be taken. Chop-Chop, we got to get them,” Stolas responds as he leads the group to go after the agents that captured Moxxie and Millie.
~.~
Loona, Octavia, and Nora are fitting in with the students while Eleanor and Sebastian hides in the bushes from the sidelines to make sure Nora is okay.
However, Octavia has a crumpled up paper thrown at her. She blinks in confusion and looks at the paper to see the words written: “You’re hot.”
Octavia blinks in confusion and looks to see one of the teen boys waving at her to get her attention as if he’s the one who threw the paper at her. She blushes and hides herself under the beanie.
Nora notices this and looks at the note. Then she glares at the teen boy who throws the crumpled paper at her. “TELL THAT TO HER FACE, YOU FUCKING COWARD!”
Octavia widens her eyes in shock.
Loona hurries into the scene to back Nora away from the teen boys. “Okay, let’s not start a scene here.”
Vaggie watches over the girls to make sure they’re okay until one of the camp counselors smacks her on the butt.
She throws a glare over at the buff guy. “What the fuck?!”
“Can’t help but think you’re hot, toots,” one guy responds with a smirk.
“Ew, I already have a girlfriend,” Vaggie responds with a snarl.
“Yeah, a girl that’s a friend.”
“No, that’s my spouse, dumbass,” Vaggie replies.
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart?” the buff guy says as he leans closer to where his chest almost touches her breasts.
Husk gets in between Vaggie and the buff guy and pushes him away from her. “She says she’s already in a relationship, fuckhead. So why don’t you go scampering back to your buddies and get the fuck over yourself?”
The buff guy laughs at Husk. “Do you wanna fight?”
“Husk, no,” Vaggie groans.
“Give me your best shot, bitch,” Husk responds with a growl.
The guy throws a punch at Husk, who dodges and uses his claws to scratch up the guy in the torso. The guy stumbles back and catches some blood leaking from his wounds.
“What the--?”
Husk kicks the man in the face, knocking some of his teeth out. The man falls back onto the ground. Husk looks up to find other camp counselors looking at him in fear and shock.
Vaggie sighs with her fists on her hips. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Blitz notices the scene unfolding. “Husk, my guy, you need to--” Suddenly, Blitz has been tased by one of the agents with sunglasses and suit.
Husk gasps to see the agents dragging Blitz away as he charges after the agents by spreading his wings and flying towards them.
“Husk, wait!” Vaggie calls, but Husk doesn’t hesitate and attempts to pick the agent that is dragging Blitz away.
Vaggie is ready to spread her wings until she sees Husk getting caught in the net.
Fizz and Cherri sees this from the other side of the camp with gasps.
Husk is pulled into the mysterious vehicle along with Blitz.
“NO!” Vaggie shouts before watching the vehicle taking off with Blitz and Husk instead of it. “Shit!”
Alastor, Rosie, Sebastian, Eleanor, Nora, Loona, and Octavia approach behind Vaggie. Cherri and Fizz hurry beside Vaggie.
“Shit!” Vaggie curses.
“How unfortunate,” Alastor responds with a sigh.
“Where the hell are they taking them?” Cherri responds.
Vaggie spreads her wings. “I’m gonna follow ‘em.”
“Yay! I’ll join!” Cherri responds.
“I’m in,” Fizz replies, ready to fight.
Octavia steps out from the group. “Can I come?”
“Sure,” Loona says. “I can sniff out their trail.”
Vaggie nods. “Good. Loona, you take the ground. I’ll take the skies. The rest of you stay at the camp. We’ll be back with Blitz and Husk.”
“Oh, not like we have amazing abilities that might help our friends out,” Rosie responds with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, dear,” Alastor replies to his female friend. “There’s some entertainment we can do while we’re here.”
“I suppose that’s true,” Rosie responds.
Nora steps up. “Can I come?”
“No, it’s too dangerous,” Sebastian warns.
“It’s safer for you to stay,” Eleanor adds.
“Yeah, I would stay with your parents, kid,” Vaggie suggests. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back with the others.” She looks at Loona, Octavia, Cherri, and Fizz. “C’mon.”
Vaggie flies up to the sky while Loona changes into her hellhound form and tracks down Husk’s and Blitz’s scents, getting Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia to follow after Loona.
They rush off into the woods, hoping to catch the silver truck.
~.~
Blitz groans awake from his knock-out and realizes that he’s in a lone room, tied to someone else. He looks over his shoulder to see Millie and Moxxie tied with him, blacked out.
“Oh, shit, Mox! Mills! Thank God, you’re both alive!” Blitz says in relief, struggling in his bonds. “We’re in this shithole again. We--”
The doors open, interrupting Blitz’s sentences. Blitz looks up to see the familiar two agents approaching them. “Oh, goddamnit, it’s you two again!”
“Been a while,” Jasper responds with a chuckle.
“Fuck you,” Blitz growls, hearing Mox and Millie groaning awake. “What do you want from us this time?”
“Oh, we just want you here until a certain higher-ups in the city come and check you out. We have footages of your existence, so they’re coming down here to see you. You three are the main attraction after all,” Josephin says with a growl.
“Well, shit,” Blitz utters in fear.
“Yeah, we still don’t know if your cat, uh, bird thing is part of your world but we got him since he’s fighting one of us,” Jasper blurts out.
“Oh shit,” Blitz gasps in fear. “Where did you put him?!”
“Somewhere you’ll never find him,” Josephin says with a snarl.
Meanwhile, Husk is trapped in the other room, being interrogated by another agent, who’s a bodybuilder type guy with gray hair.
“Soooo, what are you?” the guy asks.
“I don’t fucking know, man,” Husk responds, struggling in his binds.
“You have to know what kind of...species you are,” the man responds.
“Look, man, it’s been a rough past couple of days,” Husk begins with a groan. “So, why don’t you cut me loose and we can call it a day?”
“No can do,” the agent growls. “If you won’t tell us the truth of who you really are, then we’re going to have to use excessive force.”
“Excessive force? That better not be a sex innuendo,” Husk groans when he watches the agent leave the room. Unbeknownst to Husk, the agent presses the button that unleashes the ‘truth’ gas.
Husk watches the gas leak from the ground and the ceiling. “Oh, fuck, this is much worse. Hey! What the fuck is this--?!”
Husk’s vision changes to where his head is above the black waters. He starts to breathe heavily, trying to swim around the water until he feels the chain wrapped around his throat. He screams as he’s taken underwater, kicking his feet until everything goes black around him.
Husk reopens his eyes and notices that he’s laying in the middle of the meadow. He raises his head up and looks around to find the colorful butterflies around him. He blinks and looks to see Angel sitting on the large tree trunk in the middle of the woods, playing with the butterflies.
He groans and stands up, limping towards Angel. Angel is in his gold dress with his fur shiny in the sunlight.
“A-Angel?” Husk recognizes Angel.
Angel glances over his shoulders and smiles. “Hi, Husky.”
Husk looks around them and then shifts his gaze back to Angel. “Are we...redeemed?”
Angel turns to look at him. “No, silly. Not yet at least. Have a seat next to me.”
Husk takes a seat next to him, watching the butterflies. “Where are we then if this isn’t Heaven?”
“It can be Heaven if you want it to be,” Angel responds with a small smile.
Husk hears the music starting as Angel gets up from the tree trunk.
Then he watches his angel start singing beautifully in the melody.
“I’ve been around the realms,
Sleeping next to strangers,
But none of them felt so real compared to you.
So, have you been feeling the same?”
Husk blinks in confusion and notices Angel offering his top hand out while singing.
“Fate has planned out my destiny, punishing me for my sins.
Yet you believe in me when I didn’t believe in myself, baby.
So, have you been feeling the same?”
Husk takes Angel’s hand as he’s pulled up to his feet. Both Angel and Husk starts to dance together while Angel singing his chorus.
“Oh, and I wish that,
I can be your music,
A beautiful melody in the acoustics.
I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,
When we can just watch the sunrise.”
Angel uses his bottom hands to hold Husk’s while his top set of his hands caress Husk’s fluffy cheeks, crooning.
“I wish you can see how much I want you.
Has love hurt you a long time ago?
Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,
When you can be the last sinner left for me.”
Husk’s heart starts to flutter as they start dancing in the middle of the meadow, their surroundings becoming brighter.
Angel continues singing, his top set of his arms resting over Husk’s shoulders.
“I’ve been around the realms,
Pleasuring the wrong people.
But being with you has never been so real.
So, tell me are you feeling the same?”
Husk starts to nod his head, getting lost in Angel’s eyes. Angel hugs Husk, letting his arms wrap around his waist and his neck. Husk rests his chin on Angel’s shoulder as he continues to sing.
“Oh, you don’t have to fight so hard.
Baby, I’m right here when you need me.
All I want is who you are.
You’re a dream come true.”
Husk relaxes in Angel’s hold, hearing Angel’s voice singing his ears as he continues to dance.
“I can be your music,
A beautiful melody in the acoustics.
I don’t need jewelry and diamonds,
When we can just watch the sunrise.
I wish you can see how much I want you.
Baby, has love hurt you a long time ago?
Oh, you don’t have to be the overlord,
When you can be the last sinner left for me.”
Husk purrs while Angel pulls him away and puts him back on the ground. Then he starts to dance with him through the woods, butterflies fluttering around them as Angel sings the bridge of his song.
“Oh, and I wish that,
I’m the last sinner left for you.
Oh, and I wish that,
I’m the last sinner left for you.
Oh, I can be your music,
A beautiful melody in the acoustics.
I don’t want jewelry and diamonds,
When we can watch the sunrise.
Please, know how much I want you.
Love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.
You don’t need to be the overlord.
When you can be the last sinner left for me.”
Angel and Husk dance together, staring into each other’s eyes before Angel sings his final verse.
“Oh, please know how much I want you.
Baby, love doesn’t have to hurt you anymore.
You don’t need to be the overlord,
When you can the last sinner left for me.”
From the outside of the smoke-filled interrogation room, Husk appears more calm without saying anything revealing to the agent, which confuses the agent.
“Uh, what the fuck?” the agent utters.
~.~
Blitzo and Millie starts chewing on their binds like wild animals much to Moxxie’s protest.
“Guys, we’re not going to get out of this,” Moxxie responds, trying to get out of his own binds.
“We’re going to have to try, Mox,” Millie responds, kicking her feet.
“Good luck with freeing yourselves, bitches!” Josephin says while maniacally laughing.
Meanwhile, Vaggie breaks into the agency and slides into the vent with Loona, Fizz, Cherri, and Octavia behind her.
“We’re in...though there’s not many agents around here surprisingly,” Vaggie responds.
“Oh yeah, we killed them all last time,” Loona states nonchalantly. “There might be only a few guarding this place.”
“Hopefully they’re not trained in combat,” Fizz says.
“Oh, they are,” Loona responds.
“That’s not helping,” Fizz quips.
Cherri wraps her arms around Fizz. “Don’t worry, I’ll blow them up.”
They hear creaking sounds.
“What the fuck is that?” Vaggie utters in fear before seeing Charlie, Bella, Angel, and Nifty jump into the room with Stolas behind them. “Holy shit! Charlie! Bella!”
Charlie and Bella notices Vaggie with gasps.
“Vaggie!”
“Mama!!!” Bella cries with her croaked voice.
Vaggie hugs both Bella and Charlie, kissing their faces to say she misses them. “I miss you both so much!”
“We miss you too, sweetheart,” Charlie utters while cuddling her girlfriend.
Octavia gasps when she sees Stolas. “Dad!”
Stolas and Octavia run towards each other, transforming themselves back to their original forms as owls with red eyes. They hug each other tightly.
“I thought I lost you,” Octavia utters tearfully.
“I’m so glad you’re safe,” Stolas responds while examining her face. “Are you hurt?”
Octavia shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Good,” Stolas responds softly.
Fizz jumps into Charlie’s arms. “Charlie! Thank God, you’re alive! How’s Ozzie?”
Charlie’s face distorts into a horror expression when asked about Ozzie. Remembering how Ozzie is tied down to the chair along with her father and Bee, getting their powers sucked out of them. She tries to form the words, but she doesn’t know how to tell Fizz.
“Charlie...is Ozzie okay?” Fizz asks almost desperately.
Charlie almost breaks down crying, comforted by Bella and Vaggie.
They hear footsteps coming to the front entrance.
“Shit, someone’s coming,” Vaggie utters in fear.
“Don’t worry, we can take them,” Loona responds.
“We still need to go after Blitz and Husk,” Cherri replies.
“Wait, Husk is here too?” Angel gasps in concern.
Stolas glances at Angel. “Angel, Nifty, you find Husk. Via and I will find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.” Stolas looks at Charlie, Loona, Vaggie, Bella, Cherri, and Fizz. “Can you handle them?”
“Yep, we can,” Charlie responds, her eyes turning red with white pupils, pushing her blue contact lenses out of her eyes and shakes the make-up off of her pale face.
“Good,” Stolas says and looks at his daughter. “C’mon, Via, I have a new lesson for you about your powers.”
“Ooh,” Octavia gasps in fascination as she goes with her father to find Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie.
“I’ll be back with Husky,” Angel responds with Nifty in the backpack, crawling through the vent.
“We’ll hold ‘em back for you, mate!” Cherri responds as the doors open, revealing more agents.
The agents charge at the group as the group left behind fights the agents off, leaving behind bloody messes.
~.~
Blitz struggles in his bond. “Fuck! We’re dead!”
Moxxie and Millie tries to get out of the ropes until Josephin laughs at their futile attempts.
“Soon enough, your whole existence will be broadcasted and people are going to believe us once and for all---”
The shadow hurries towards Josephin, possessing her.
“Uh, agent Josephin--” Jasper calls for his partner before seeing her head turn a 180 degree.
“Now, it’s your turn, Via.” Josephin speaks in Stolas’ voice.
“Uh, who--?” The shadow of Octavia possesses Jasper, struggling to control him.
“Dad, he’s a little hard to control,” Octavia says through Jasper’s voice.
“Don’t worry, he’ll succumb to your control eventually, my owlette,” Stolas responds while possessing Josephin.
It is then that Octavia manages to be in control of Jasper.
“Good,” Stolas replies in Josephin’s voice. “Now, watch this.”
Stolas, possessing Josephin, pushes the button. He controls her to come into the interrogation room, and Octavia follows suit of controlling Jasper into the room.
“What the fuck?” Blitz utters as he sees their ropes getting untied.
“Hello, Blitzy, miss me?” Stolas teases with Josephin’s voice, getting out of her body. Josephin’s body collapses on the floor, blacking out.
Blitz smiles in relief. “Stolas!” He leaps into Stolas’ arms. “Thank God, you’re alive!”
Octavia manages to phase out of Jasper’s body, letting him fall over and blacking out.
Moxxie and Millie stands up from their bounds.
“Where are the others?” Moxxie asks Stolas.
“Fighting the other agents at the front. Want to join them?” Stolas questions the imps.
“Oh hell yeah,” Blitz responds with a smirk at his tall boyfriend.
~.~
Husk and Angel chases each other through the fields, laughing together after Angel’s song.
“You have such a pretty voice,” Husk compliments.
“Why thank you, baby,” Angel replies.
“I want to stay like this forever,” Husk utters.
Angel smiles softly. “It can be.” He offers his hand again. “Take my hand and we can stay together like this forever. It can be whatever you want, baby.”
Husk is about to take Angel’s hand again until he hears the last sentence. “Wait, what the fuck did you just say?”
“It can be whatever you want, baby,” Angel repeats himself.
Husk backs away from Angel, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Shit...you’re not...you’re not real.”
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“None of this is real,” Husk says tearfully. “I know where we are now. We’re in my fantasy. It’s so goddamn obvious.”
Angel tilts his head in confusion. “Husk. Are you okay?”
“You’re not the real Angel. You’re just in my head,” Husk responds, backing away from Angel creeping closer. “This is not the Angel I know of. Someone who makes sex jokes all the time. Someone who pretends to like whisky, but really, he wants a fucking martini. Someone who vents about how much Valentino treats him like shit. The real Angel would only say that if he’s wearing a fucking mask so that he can please everyone else. But he would never be like that around me!”
Angel blinks in surprise at Husk’s words.
“I want the real Angel. The real Angel who’s not afraid to get bloody. The one who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. And I don’t mean that sexually. He’s the one who has grown more than what this dream shows. I want the real Angel back! I love that motherfucker!”
Husk gasps in realization, not aware that his surroundings are turning darker. “Holy shit.” He looks up at Angel, watching him almost torn apart. He sees tentacles taking over the environment. “Wait a minute. Angel isn’t the reason why I’m having these emotions. I mean, he’s part of it. My love...is the reason why these tentacles come up. Ever since we start opening up, there’s something pouring into me. Almost like all of these emotions are coming back to me the more I got closer to him.”
Husk feels the chain wrapped around his neck. “But I never got to tell him that at the mansion.” He starts tearing up, trembling. “What if he’s dead? Oh, God, no, Angel.”
He collapses on his knees, watching Angel disappearing into butterflies. “Oh, God, Angel. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Oh, God, please don’t die, Angel. Please, please.”
Husk starts sobbing in his dreams.
From the outside of the interrogation room, Husk is crying in his binds.
The agent blinks in confusion while eating popcorn. “Uh--” The agent is stabbed through the head by Nifty’s knife, causing him to fall back. The real Angel steps over his body.
“Nice one, Nifty,” Angel compliments before slamming the button to suck the gas out of the room. He opens the door and hurries to Husk, untying him.
“Husk, Husk, are you awake?” Angel questions urgently.
Husk flutters his eyes open, tears edging out of his eyes. “A-Angel?”
“Hey, Husky,” Angel replies while caressing Husk’s face to wipe away his tears.
“A-Angel?” Husk sobs. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what, silly?” Angel questions.
“For not--for not telling you how I truly feel about you before you died. For not telling I love you before you’re gone,” Husk says while sobbing.
Angel blushes and looks at Husk in confusion. He glances at Nifty, who shrugs her shoulders. Then he darts his gaze back at Husk.
“Bitch, I’m still alive!” Angel shouts at Husk, attempting to snap him out of it.
Husk groans, rubbing his eyes. “W-What?”
Angel lifts Husk up on his back with his face over his shoulder. He extends his bottom set of arms to hold Husk’s legs. “C’mon, Whiskers, let’s get you out of here.”
As Angel strides out of the interrogation, Husk gasps in shock.
“Shit, you are the real Angel,” Husk responds.
“The one and only. Now let’s bust-a-move,” Angel says while Nifty follows after them.
~.~
Angel hurries to the front of the agency while carrying Husk on his back and Nifty following his trail. “We’re almost there!”
Angel finally arrives at the scene to see most of the agents dead with their friends standing over the bloodied bodies.
Blitz shoots the last human trying to get up and looks at Angel, Husk, and Nifty. “Oh shit, hey, we totally didn’t slaughter them.”
Charlie’s smile brightens to see Husk. “Husk! Are you okay?”
“The gas fucked up my brain,” Husk groans, resting his chin on Angel’s shoulder.
“Well, let’s get the fuck out of here--”
The doors locked, interrupting Blitz’s sentence.
“SHIT! Not again!” Blitz screeches in shock.
Josephin and Jasper approach the scene with their guns.
“You demons need to stand down--!”
The black spikes stab through Josephin and Jasper in the chests. They fall forward, revealing Alastor behind them. His grin is stuck on his face. Alastor steps forward in between two dead agents.
“You’re welcome,” Alastor responds with chuckle.
Charlie smiles in excitement.
“I thought I told you to stay at the camp,” Vaggie replies with a groan.
“I got bored,” Alastor responds. “Besides, we got a camp we can take over now.”
“Wait, really?” Moxxie asks.
“Yes,” Alastor answers. “Should we be heading back?”
“I guess,” Vaggie replies.
“Alright, let’s go!” Alastor determines, pushing the button to unlock the front doors.
~.~
The group are taking paths back to the camp, led by Alastor.
Vaggie looks to see Charlie holding her hand while Bella is on her back. She cuddles her head against Charlie’s, the two women showing affection towards each other.
Cherri notices Fizz staring into space, seeming to be deep in thought about something. She frowns to realize that he must be worrying about Ozzie. She places a hand on Fizz’s metal shoulder.
“It’s alright, mate. We’ll find a way back to get Ozzie,” Cherri comforts Fizz.
Fizz starts to tear up. “How are we going to save him?"
“I don't know,” Cherri says solemnly.
Angel holds Husk’s legs while looking over his shoulder to find Husk falling asleep on his shoulder. A soft smile corners his face as he pets Husk’s head with his top hand, hearing Husk purrs at the touch.
Angel blushes to hear Husk purring and chuckles lightly.
“You like that?” Angel asks seductively.
Husk snaps open his eyes. “What?”
“What?” Angel responds.
Husk blinks his eyes to find they are deep in the woods. “We should be almost there.”
“Yeah,” Angel replies, his face red.
Nifty, Loona, and Octavia walk with Blitzo, Stolas, Moxxie, and Millie.
“Boy, what a day,” Blitz ignites the conversation. “We nearly died today.”
“That’s nothing new, sir,” Moxxie responds.
“Yep,” Millie drones in agreement with her husband.
“I say that it’s been an exciting adventure. The princess of Hell has never been to the living world, so it’s fun to show her the new realm,” Stolas replies.
Octavia stays close to her father with a small smile on her face.
“Glad we don’t have to deal with those demon hunters again,” Loona brings up.
“There might be more in different cities,” Moxxie states logically.
“Well, for what is worth, we might never be bothered again by the humans,” Alastor replies.
The others reach the campsite, which appears to be a bloody crime scene without any detectives and police involve.
“What the fuck?!” Blitz shouts in shock.
Rosie appears with blood all over her dress while Eleanor and Sebastian are burying the dead bodies of teens and camp counselors. “Oh, hello, Al!”
“What the fuck is this?!” Blitz shouts at Alastor.
“I did say that I grew bored,” Alastor replies.
“We’re having dinner tonight!” Rosie announces as she holds up a pot of with blood and limbs inside.
“Ah, there’s food that will satisfy our stomachs,” Alastor responds with a smile.
Blitz glances up at Alastor. “That’s fucked up, man.”
Husk hops off of Angel’s back and walks away. “Eh, I’ll just go. I’m not hungry.”
Blitz sighs before getting out his phone. “That’s it, we’re ordering pizza.”
“Sir, there’s no connection out here,” Moxxie informs quick.
“Then I’ll make some connection!” Blitz responds while walking away to order some pizza.
“Aw, you’re going to hurt Eleanor's feelings,” Sebastian responds.
Nora comes out while noticing Bella. She gasps and hurries to her.
Bella hops off of Charlie’s back.
“BELLA!” Nora calls before flying into Bella, picking her up and spinning her around. “I didn’t think I’m going to see you again.”
Bella smiles and hugs Nora. “Me too.”
Nora breaks away from Bella when she hears her croaked voice. She puts her down on her feet. “Are you okay?”
Bella nods in reassurance, cornering small smile.
Nora blushes at the way she’s holding Bella and lets go. “Oh, uh, sorry.”
“It’s good to see you again,” Bella replies with a blush.
Vaggie notices the exchange between Bella and Nora, widening her eye in shock at Nora’s change of demeanor around her adopted daughter. Then a smirk comes on her face.
“Well, how about that?” Vaggie mutters to herself. She looks to see Charlie tearing up at their interaction.
“They’re so cute,” Charlie utters.
Vaggie pats on her girlfriend’s back. “Let it all out, sweetheart.”
Blitz comes back to the group. “Got the pizzas! Should be arriving in about a hour or so.”
“Wonderful,” Stolas cheers.
~.~
Husk sits by the lake, watching his reflection in the water. His ears twitch to hear the voices at the campsite interacting.
He hears footsteps approaching him. He turns to look up at Angel, who has a plate of two pieces of pepperoni pizza.
“I thought you might be hungry,” Angel replies, sitting on the shore next to Husk.
Husk takes a slice and nibbles on it. “Thanks.”
Angel smiles and nods as he eats his own slice. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
Husk glances at the full moon reflecting in the water, gazing up only to see a few clouds drifting by. “Yeah, it is.”
They exchange glances at each other until they blush at the sight of each other. Then they face back at the horizon.
“So, what was up with that gas that made you think I’m dead?” Angel asks in curiosity.
“I thought you were for a while,” Husk responds. “Even before the gas.”
Angel frowns for a moment until he smiles. “Nope. Still alive and kicking. It’s going to take a lot more than bullets and beat-downs to kill me.”
“Please, don’t talk like that.”
Angel blinks in shock at Husk getting teary-eyed. “Oh, shit. You know I’m just flexing.”
“What if we get separated next time? What if those bastards kill you?” Husk questions, starting to get emotional. “What if Al hurts you?”
“Hey, hey, Al won’t hurt me--”
“He threatens to take your life at least twice!” Husk shouts, causing Angel to wince in surprise. He softens his gaze and sighs. “Shit. I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry. I don't know what's gotten over me lately. I'm sorry.”
Angel looks at the calm waters. After a brief moment of silence, he sighs. “Anthony.”
“What?”
“My real name is Anthony,” Angel responds. “Someone oughta know at some point.”
Husk is silent for a moment until he smiles softly. “Henry.”
Angel and Husk exchange gazes, scooting closer.
“I always wonder something, Henry.”
“Hm?”
“What were you like when you’re alive?”
Husk ponders for a moment and shrugs. “I was a lonely man and I died a lonely man. Gambling, drinking, and casinos are the only things I know in life. Never had relationships. Well, besides the ones who are just broads looking for cash by pretending to love and care about you. Eventually, you date enough of them to see right through them.”
“Shit, man,” Angel gasps.
“Yeah,” Husk responds with a chuckle. Then he looks up at Angel. “So, how about you, Anthony? What were you like when you’re alive? Are you just as horny alive as you are dead?”
Angel huffs a laugh. “Yeah. You guessed it. Family didn’t like the fact that I preferred cocks, so they disowned me. And of course, human me is devastated that he hopes to escape by taking a street drug. And...that’s how I made it to Hell.”
Husk frowns. “I’m sorry.”
Angel waves his hand. “It’s a long time ago. Besides, I never thought I come back to the living world. I miss it when everything is not on fire.”
“You and me both,” Husk responds. “And demons are not running amuck killing other people.”
“And be exterminated by exterminators,” Angel adds.
“Can’t forget that.”
They look up at the stars.
“Were you lying?” Angel asks Husk.
“Lying? About what?”
“About you loving me.”
Husk softens his gaze at him and shakes his head. “No...I’ve been feeling it for a while.”
There is a brief silence with Angel widening his eyes in shock.
“But if you don’t feel the same, that’s fine. I’m just an old man anyway--”
"You know, age gaps haven’t stop me from hitting on someone before,” Angel says with a smirk. "Besides I think we're about the same age. I think. Don't quote me on that. But even with a thirty-year gap, I still would hit that."
Husk huffs a laugh. “Don’t make me summon the tentacles.”
“Ooh, are you going to use them on me, daddy~? It's still kinky.”
"Shut up." Husk chuckles.
Angel giggles for a moment and looks at Husk, noticing the way his eyes reflect the stars and the moon. He blushes at the sight as the soft music comes up. He takes a deep breath and starts to sing.
“Sometimes I question my own belonging.
When I see you everyday at the hotel, I feel like I’m flying.
You’re a loser, but hey, I’m a loser too.”
Husk huffs up a small laugh when Angel mentions that they’re both losers, which lets Angel continue singing.
“And I am lost, hoping you would be my star.
That will guide me into your arms.
But the hard reality is, we are both chained.”
Husk frowns while rubbing around his throat. Angel smiles and stands up, offering his two hands.
“I’m just a sex addict.
You’re just a gambler.
Our brokenness is what ties us together.”
Husk takes Angel’s hands and is pulled up to dance with him. Angel gazes into Husk’s eyes as he continues to sing softly.
“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe
That you can love me for myself?
You’re a dream come true, a dream come true.
You are what I’ve been waiting for.”
Husk blushes at the words while he’s twirled around by one of Angel’s hands.
“It gets me high, it gets me fucking high.
You have brought a new side of me.”
Husk dances with Angel, listening to the music while he starts to sing after Angel.
“I thought I had no one to love, no one to care about me.
You came along and turned my world upside-down.”
Angel smiles softly at Husk with a blush while Husk continues to sing.
“But I thought it was all too good to be true, so easy to grasp.
And you would be crazy to fall for someone like me.”
Husk sweeps up Angel’s legs, carrying him up in a bridal style. He takes off, flapping his wings through the air as he sings to Angel.
“‘Cause I’m just a bartender.
You’re just an actor.
Our brokenness is what ties us together.”
Angel lets his hand touch the water, making a path of dispersing waves in his touch as Husk continues to sing.
“Oh, was it foolish for me to believe
That you can see someone to love in me.
You’re so lovely, you’re so lovely, baby.
You are the light in the dark.
You’re so heavenly, you’re so heavenly.
Can’t believe an angel like you brought out a new side of me!”
Husk flies up higher, disappearing in the clouds while both him and Angel starts singing together.
“And all I want is to be with you.
And all I want is to escape with you.
I can’t imagine my life without you.
Is it possible to break these chains?”
Angel croons in concern for Husk.
“Is it possible?”
Husk responds with a singing voice.
“I don’t know.”
Angel and Husk sings finally together.
“Tell me is it possible!”
Husk and Angel starts to dance in the skies, with the full moon behind them. Then they start singing together.
“We’re just losers, baby!
We’re just freaks!
But that’s what connects us, baby!
Oh, was it foolish for us to believe
That we can enter paradise like this?
When you’re here, baby, it’s crystal clear!
We are where we are meant to be!
You’re so wonderful, so wonderful, baby!
You bring out the best in me!
Oh, it’s heavenly, it’s heavenly!
Our new sides are changed forever
‘Cause now I see you.”
Husk holds Angel as he flaps his wings to keep himself in the air. Angel holds his waist with his bottom set of arms. The music has grown soft, letting the two sing together.
“Now that I see you.”
Angel caresses Husk’s fluffy cheeks. Husk leans forward and kisses Angel softly on the lips. Angel gasps into the soft tender kiss and melts into instantly.
They both pull away, their half-lidded eyes stare at each other’s lips temporarily until their eyes move into their eyes.
Husk blushes all the sudden. “Shit. I didn’t even ask if you want to kiss!”
Angel snorts. “Pfft, Husk--”
“I didn’t mean to lean forward so suddenly. Was that too much or was that--?”
“Husk,” Angel calls, stopping Husk from speaking. “I appreciate that you’re concerned about my consent, but isn’t that a little too much?”
“M-Maybe,” Husk responds.
Angel strokes Husk’s fur on his cheeks. “I love ya, Husky.”
Husk smiles dumbly. “I love you too.”
They both glance at their lips again.
“Wanna go for one more for the night?” Angel asks him.
Husk nods.
They lean forward and kiss again, not too passionate but more domestic. They break away this time, gazing into each other’s eyes.
Husk flicks his ears. “Uh, how was that? Not too much?”
Angel snorts. “Not at all. I’ll tell you when it is.”
“Promise?”
“Of course, baby.”
Husk smiles softly at Angel.
“Let’s get back down before the others worry about us,” Angel suggests.
“Yeah,” Husk responds with a soft dumb smile.
Husk flies both him and Angel back down to the shore where they just were. However, they widen their eyes in shock when they see the others gazing at them with adoring eyes.
“YAY! YOU GUYS ARE TOGETHER!” Charlie cheers for them.
“Nice,” Vaggie replies with a thumbs.
“Too bad you guys are far away when you guys kissed,” Cherri responds.
“I GOT IT ON VIDEO!” Fizz shouts while taking out his phone.
“YES!!!” Cherri responds.
Blitz sniffles while wiping tears away from his eyes. “Fuck, you bitches are gay. Good for you. Good for you.”
Stolas laughs softly. “Congratulations.”
Both Husk and Angel blush madly.
“Uh, thanks,” Husk utters in confusion.
“Now, now, we got enough of sight-seeing, let’s get everyone to bed,” Rosie responds with a soft smile at Husk and Angel.
Everyone groans except for Stolas and Alastor. As they watch everyone going into the cabins to go to bed, Angel looks at Husk to notice the way Alastor stares at him like he’s threatening Husk. Angel nudges Husk softly, getting him to look up at his lover.
“I’ll be okay, Husky,” Angel reassures Husk.
Husk smiles softly, holding one of Angel’s hands.
“Now, why don’t we head to bed? I’m sure there’s one calling my name,” Angel replies. “Unless you want to share it?”
Husk blushes. “Uh, as long as we don’t go further than sharing a bed.”
“Don’t worry, baby. It won’t.”
“Good.”
As they are walking back to camp to find a cabin for them, Angel looks at his lover. “So, little spoon or big spoon?”
“That’s not a sexual question, is it?”
“Nope.”
“...The little spoon.”
“Ah, I figured.”
To Be Continued...
#charlie morningstar#angel dust#hazbin hotel: the contract of blood#huskerdust#hazbin hotel husk#nifty hazbin hotel#vaggie hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#cherri hazbin hotel#the vees
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At this point I am so done, I am so fucking done.
Today in Prague, a shooting took place targeting Jewish people at the Charles University allegedly and if you dont fucking believe me you can look it up, and if I hear you say its "hurr durr propaganda" Im honestly just gonna say that youre an antisemite, just because you dont SAY that you are doesnt make you less of an antisemite.
Whenever Jewish people suffer instead of letting us mourn, you ask, "Are they Israeli?" To see if you can justify their deaths further
What the fuck happened to People dont equal their governments? What happened to you didnt choose where you were born? This immediately goes out the window when it comes to Jewish people because YOU DONT FUCKING CARE
YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED
ALL OF YOU WHO STALK ISRAELIS AND MAKE JEWISH PEOPLE THAT YOU DONT LIKE LIVE'S ABSOLUTE HELL
HOW DO YOU EVEN SLEEP AT NIGHT?
ARE WE JUST ANIMALS TO YOU?
ARE WE ONLT CONVENIENT WHEN WE ARE DEAD? WHEN WE ARE SILENT OR COMPLACENT?
WHEN I CONVERTED DO YOU KNOW HOW HURTFUL IT WAS KNOWING OTHER PEOPLE OF MY ETHNICITY ABANDONED ME FOR CONVERTING SAYING I WAS EVIL? THAT I AM NOW A "TRAITOR" TO THE INDIGENOUS COMMUNITY FOR CONVERTING TO JUDAISM?
DO YOU NOT HEAR YOURSELVES WHEN YOU SAY WE EAT CHILDREN AND CONTROL THE WORLD? YOU ARE REGURGITATING WHAT THE N@ZIS SAID
I AM DONE, I AM DONE!
MY SUFFERING, MY GRIEF, OUR SUFFERING, OUR GRIEF DESERVES AS MUCH RESPECT AS ANYONE ELSES
WE ARE PEOPLE TOO, HOW COME YOU SEE WHITE AMERICANS WHO LIVE ON STOLEN LAND AS HUMANS BUT NOT ISRAELIS?
OR DO YOU JUST HATE JEWS?
WE ARE GETTING HATE CRIMED, DYING AND YOU CHEER IT ON? AS "ACTIVISM"? WE ARE NOT ANIMALS, WE ARE HUMAN BEINGS, ALL OF US!
WHEN WILL YOU SEE THAT WE TOO HURT? THAT WE TOO DONT APPROVE OF BIBI AND HIS GOVERNMENT?
IM TIRED OF EXPLAINING TO PEOPLE THAT I AM HUMAN, I AM HUMAN! I AM HUMAN! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL! AND I AM NOT THE GOVERNMENT EITHER
SUPER IMPORTANT EDIT: Alright so update, the shooting in Prague was apparently not linked to antisemitic hatecrime thankfully but the people who died were still innocent human beings who did not deserve to die, my sincerest condolences to the families, victims & the witnesses of the atrocity that took place at Charles University.
Honestly I feel so sorry for not looking deeper into the shooting and honest apologies.
The point STILL stands, regardness of national identity or ethnicity, we do NOT deserve to be victims of violence.
To all the Czech people, I am so sorry for not mentioning the full story and going off of what I heard, hypocritical on my part.
And still, even if this attack wasnt meant to target Jewish or Israeli people, it still stands that attacking Jewish or Israeli people is fully WRONG, disgusting, racist and deplorable.
#jumblr#antisemitism#hate crime tw#internet antisemitism#antisemitism tw#I AM DONE EXPLAING WHAT MAKES ME A PERSON!#I JUST WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE
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🔱PERCY JACKSON BOOK QUOTES🔱
( quotes from across the percy jackson books. feel free to change names, pronouns, locations, etc. as needed ! )
“If my life is going to mean anything, I have to live it myself.”
“Where’s the glory in repeating what others have done?”
“With great power…comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”
“Deadlines just aren’t real to me until I’m staring one in the face.”
“Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse… and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.”
“Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.”
“Humans see what they want to see.”
“The real world is where the monsters are.”
“Life is only precious because it ends, ___.”
“Getting something and having the wits to use it…those are two different things.
“I’m nobody’s sidekick.”
“Medusa is your mom? Dude, that sucks for you.”
“Every time I’m around you, some monsters attack us. What’s to be nervous about?”
“You weren’t able to talk sense into him?”
“Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.”
“I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.”
“Excuse me, but if you’re going to kill me, could you just get on with it?”
“There is always a way out for those clever enough to find it.”
“Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.”
“Maybe it’s okay to still be a kid once in a while.”
“Behold! The god’s chosen beverage! Tremble before the horror of Diet Coke!”
"What could be worse than hummus?"
“Like the zodiac sign? I’m a leo.”
"Hercules, huh? That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is."
"Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies."
“I try not to think, it interferes with being nuts.”
“What if we promoted, like, Adidas shoes? Would that make Nike mad enough to show up?"
“You think it’s ok we’re eating Rudolph?”
“Dude, I’m hungry. I could eat Prancer and Blitzen too.”
"I can see the stars again, ___."
"I appreciate the offer, but my mom told me not to accept curses from strangers."
"I'd had years of practice looking dumb when people threw out names I didn't know. It's a skill of mine.”
“I didn't understand how, but the toilets had responded to me. I had become one with the plumbing.”
“Back in my day we died all the time, and we liked it.”
"Don't I get a kiss for good luck?"
“You, Me. To the Finish line.”
“You're cute but you're not my type.”
"You're death would be great for me."
“But remember, ___, that a kind act can sometimes be as powerful as a sword.”
"It's okay. We're together."
“I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.”
“So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
“I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
“Besides, ___, I just thought we could take a walk. We haven’t had any time to be together alone. I want to show you something—my favorite place."
“Save yourselves! It is too late for us!”
"Come on, let me introduce you to my other family.”
“Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!”
“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.”
“Hmm… I can call a friend for a ride.”
“Oh, yeah? Me too. Let's see whose friend gets here first.”
“Please, ___... change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.”
#rp sentence meme#rp sentence starters#rp meme#roleplay prompt#ask memes#( this has been in my drafts since early april )#mine.
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hey there! this request may be too specific so no worries if it can't be filled, but the thing i really love about d&d is the expansive character customization options and the way your character evolves as you play. every class has about a million subclasses that differ in mechanics as well as flavor. any recommendations for games with similar crunch when it comes to character building?
THEME: Character Customization.
Hello friend! Oh boy do I have some recommendations for you. Also, to prevent repeating myself too much, I'm going to recommend you also check out the bottom of this post for links to games I've already talked about in the past.
Also, keep in mind that games with complex character options require quite a bit more from the developers - and as a result many of the options presented here may be on the pricier side.
Slayers, by Gila RPGs.
The City sits at the nexus of the world. Once you're inside it, it is the world. Something drives the borders of The City ever-onward, crawling towards the horizon. Urban sprawl made real. Neighborhoods appear and disappear overnight, The City is filled to brim with no shortage of interesting characters, cultures...and monsters. That's where you come in, Slayer.
Slayers is a tabletop RPG of mercenaries and monster hunters for hire. Known by locals as Slayers, players wander a haunted city, cursed long ago to expand towards the horizon forever. Slayers help clean out the monsters that infest the alleyways and shadows, and those that the city seems to be manifesting on its own.
It's slay or be slain. Better get to work, Slayer.
Slayers isn’t necessarily a complex game, but it is an asymmetrical game. Each character option present within this game works slightly differently. The game takes place in a city that is ever growing and ever changing, with monsters continually showing up. You only really need to know what your rules are (the GM doesn’t need to keep track), but if you want to learn how the other players work, that might help you set up some really interesting actions.There’s only four basic character options, but you can alter your characters so that you have two Blades, two Gunslingers, etc. And, if you look through third party content, you’ll see that you have more options than you think.
Some add-ons for Slayers includ the Slayers Almanac (a setting supplement) and Drifters (cursed gunslingers, rather than monster slayers.)
Fabula Ultima, by Need Games.
Make a choice and fight for what you believe in.
FABULA ULTIMA is a Tabletop Roleplaying Game inspired by Japanese-style console RPGs, or JRPGs. In Fabula Ultima, you and your friends will tell epic stories of would-be heroes and fearsome villains, set in fantasy worlds brimming with magic, wondrous locations, and uniquely bizarre monsters!
Fabula Ultima has 15 character class options, which can be mixed and matched for endless combinations. This is a game that places a lot of emphasis on combat, and just like JRPGS, party balance can play a major role on how the story goes. You’ll get special skills and abilities, assign different-sided dice to attributes, and balance an inventory to keep yourselves on your feet. If you’re looking for party optimization, you might want to check this game out!
Scion, 2nd Edition, by Onyx Path.
You are the child of a God, born to the magic of yesterday and the promise of tomorrow. You live in a World of myth, where every ancient story is true. Your ancient enemies, the Titans, stir in their prison beneath the lands of the dead. Their spawn issues forth from lands of myth, and the specter of war falls across the heavens. In this age of turmoil, you seize your birthrights and feel the call of your blood.
Find your destiny. Live the myth. Embrace your Fate.
Scion is a game about Gods and humanity, and everything in between. It’s a game about mythic Deeds and the reasons people talk about those mythic Deeds. This game will ask you to prioritize one of three arenas: Mental, Physical, or Social, and then distribute skills and abilities within those three arenas. While the play style is more narrative, character creation grows so complex, you’ll need a different book for each level of play!
Origin (linked in title) is the basic rulebook, with everything you need for beginner characters. Hero is the next level-up, for when your characters claim their birthrights as Demigods and step into powers fuelled by their Legends. Demigod is about your characters as they stand on the threshold of godhood, battling legendary Titans. Second edition God is still in development, but you can bet you’ll get a chance to wage combat with the most powerful entities the world has ever seen, on a mythic stage.
Nova, by Gila RPGs.
NOVA is a rules-lite tabletop RPG in a world where the sun exploded, and humanity struggles to hold onto what little light they have left. The players will pilot exosuits, called Sparks, exploring the dark ruins of old earth, searching for the technology and knowledge that may just bring on a new dawn.
NOVA uses the LUMEN system, which is designed for action-packed combat, equipping the players with a set of powers that bring the power fantasy feelings of looter shooters to the tabletop.
The LUMEN system is great for players who really want to feel their level-ups make a difference. Your characters start out as powerful, but each Spark has Mods that will make combat punchier, more streamlined, and overall, just damn cool.
Savage Worlds, by Pinnacle Entertainment.
Savage Worlds has everything you need to play narrative or miniature-based games, with quick, simple, yet comprehensive rules for everything from combat to Dramatic Tasks, Chases, and Interludes. The emphasis is on less bookkeeping for the Game Master so she can quickly and easily create worlds and adventures for any setting and focus on the players and their actions to keep the action and story rocketing along.
If you want character options, Savage Worlds has a lot. The basic Adventure Edition gives you what you need for a genre that you create yourself, but depending on the setting book you pick, you have so much more. In the basic book, you’ll assign dice to different attributes, as well as different skills. You’ll have to keep track of how fast your character moves, how well they can parry attacks, and how tough they are when they meet damage. You’ll also get unique abilities called Edges, and disadvantages called Hindrances. How these elements combine also depends on the setting book - some settings may group certain character elements, or even give you new ones!
Some settings for Savage Worlds include Crystal Heart, a game about people whose powers come from gemstone hearts, Titan Effect, a tactical espionage and sci-fi setting, and Street Wolves, a synthwave game set in a retro future.
Backwater, by Backwards Tabletop.
Long after The End descended upon the Old World... humanity started to rebuild itself, albeit wretched and forlorn. Nowhere does humankind rebuild so desperately as in the humid swamps of the Backwater, where humanity battles itself and the natural elements to survive. You are a warden here—a roaming peace keeper in the American Lands—protecting order at civilization’s southern reach. Here in the bogs, you keep mutation at bay, ever-watchful for the wretched cousins of ancient humanity. You protect mankind from supernatural horrors that have only started to emerge.
Backwater is a tabletop roleplaying game in the genre of southern gothic horror, set in a post-apocalyptic New Orleans. This game explores social issues relating to fear, poverty, religion, and alienation in its southern U.S. setting. Prominent among the genre's themes is a conscious criticism of superficial values and regional or familial history, depicted through the region's decaying structures and aristocratic families. It contains the supernatural, though the true horrors are often humans themselves.
This game has a rich and robust character creation section. You will move through a number of pieces that don’t just give your character certain stat boosts and abilities, but also help you flesh out a backstory - where did you grow up? How much money did your family have? What ideal do you hold to and which archetype (or class) do you fall into? Each choice gives you boosts or de-buffs, allowing you to create a one-of-a-kind character.
While you will get free levels or discounts in skills related to your character choices, you can still spend Skill Points to purchase specific skills that make sense for your character. As you level up, you’ll also receive new increases and abilities, determined by your starting class. I heavily recommend Backwater (and it's companion supplement, Backroads).
Wait! There's More!
The Cypher System: Genre-agnostic, countless options, and each character gets a level-up track unique to them.
Lancer: Mech-based sci-fi. Thousands of character options, with level-ups opening more and more of them with each mission you go out on.
Beacon: Built off of the same system as Lancer, but in a fantasy setting as opposed to a mech setting.
Gubat Banwa: Martial Arts Fantasy game with a setting and game system that are intricately linked together.
#dnd#tabletop games#asks#game recommendations#indie ttrpgs#apparently this is a Spencer Campbell fan post
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It started innocently enough, Archivist, we promise. Though we now understand we nosed around things not meant for us.
It started with a few strange cloud formations after we had snuffed around the bins of a library, like wisps of smoke twisting and curling in the breeze. We thought nothing of it until the sky began to whisper. At first, the whispers were faint, like a distant radio signal barely breaking through the static. But they grew louder, more insistent, and soon we couldn't ignore them any longer.
The words were nothing we could understand at the time, a quiet cacophony of noise and syllables, yet as the days went on and we sought refuge in any place we could, to try and distance ourselves from the noise, the words began to form ideas and pictures in our heads we couldn't comprehend.
We huddled together one night, trembling, terrified, and distraught, thinking it our last one alive before we were consumed by the noise. We felt as though the air were as heavy as a human pressing down upon us– suffocating us. Beneath our very bodies what we thought of the world, of our simple reality, crumbled and came undone. In its stead with those strands of what once was, our eyes were opened to what always has been.
We do not know how long we will be allowed to live, if what granted us this hideous knowledge has that power.
Thank you for listening, Archivist... We are so scared to be in this sprawling world we have been forced to know. We can still hear its whispers, though it chooses to still use a tongue we do not understand.
How fascinating… I believe you are an example of a fairly rare manifestation of my Patron; so many fear being known, but fewer realize the true horror of knowing what you weren’t meant to… Books are dangerous, you know. Sometimes even when you can’t read.
I’m sorry, for what it’s worth; this is a cruel burden to put on such small, fuzzy shoulders. I don’t believe you will die, though. It would be uncharacteristic of the Watcher. Though there is, also, a chance that the Madness is involved, or will swoop in later, if you cannot withstand what you now know… my advice to you is to follow the path of least resistance. You cannot shield yourselves from this, but you can make yourselves useful to it. You know too much, and you could learn more; did you know, quite a lot of people worry that the bright eyes of little things like you really can understand what they witness, really can judge, maybe even tattle… you are no longer as you were, but you’re resilient creatures. I’m sure you can adapt.
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