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"Respect the admins of the eggs and understand that for many CC the eggs are a companionship when there is no one on the server and they even get along at this point after so long" AND "the eggs can be killed at any moment and that dosent mean that people should go and throw hate at any CC (Or bother others CCs to go and save them) because It's A GAME , and at the end of the day the eggs are NOT even the main point of the QSMP " are concepts that should coexist
#qsmp#felt like it as kinda important to say#since we already lost 2 memebers bc of this#missa almost didnt come back bc of the eggs#and people is already sending hate to willy#so you know#respect the admin and undestand if the cc get upset if an egg die BUT dont think an egg is more important than the cc
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Could you do one where the reader and Timmy are co stars and the leading roles in WONKA and they’re doing press tour and stuff and the whole internet ships them but he’s dating Kylie. Kylie and y/n had something like big beef years ago , so when she finds out that Kylie is attending their wonka premiere, she decides to stop press tour completely , I just like some drama idk and I love your writinggg 🤍🤍
A/N: This isn’t my best work but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless! Thank you so much for all your support!!!
Dream Come True
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and a little bit of angst.
Dream come True
Y/n met Timmy when they were cast as the leading roles in the new movie ‘Wonka’ telling the origin story of the famous Chocolatier Willy Wonka and they hit it off right away. They spent nearly every day together between takes talking about movies, literature and food, they would debate art and history, Timmy was intelligent and had a certain view of the world she had never seen in anyone else her age. He was sensitive and had passion, he was also very giving with his fans, he would stand and talk to them and listen to them. It was during Covid so he couldn’t get too close to anyone on the outside, which meant the only people they both saw was the rest of the cast and each other.
She stayed with him when he came back to work after his grandmother passed away as he lay in her arms breaking his heart. They had become close.
When Covid ended and he was able to do press finally for Dune, she sent him a quick message to wish him good luck and he replied with a heart emoji.
Now it was 2023 and they were finally able to do a bit of press for Wonka together, they were excited to talk about this project finally, everyone adored them together and the internet was shipping them together already, but of course he had already been spotted out with Kylie Jenner. Much to y/n’s disapproval, she didn’t like the girl but she had no right to tell Timmy who he should be dating. It wasn’t her business.
Timmy noticed how y/n would become distant with him whenever they were together and Kylie showed up, he didn’t like it. He hated not having y/n around him, he knew she and Kylie had a history long ago but he didn’t think she would completely distance herself from him. After his beloved grandmother passed away she was like his rock keeping him anchored as he drowned in his grief, now that Kylie was constantly around him, she wasn’t. And it was making him antsy, so much so in fact when she bailed out of one of their many press interviews for Wonka everyone around him could tell he was agitated because y/n wasn’t by his side. She claimed she had fallen unwell and lost her voice from all the talking and was taking a break.
When she came back he was fine again and back to his usual chatty goofy self.
When it came closer for the world premiere for Wonka in LA Timmy’s management came to him and said Kylie would be joining him on the red carpet for at least two of the premiers and he sighed burying his face in his hands.
He heard through the wall in the next suite y/n going crazy after hearing the news.
‘Is she that fucking desperate for attention that she needs to go to a premier for a children’s movie?! Talk about fucking creep factor! Will she be in the Chanel commercial too, or is this the only thing of Timothée’s she wants to destroy with her existence?’
She was so upset and furious. She sent Kylie a text telling if this movie flopped because of her, she would make her life a living Hell then turned off her phone. She told her publicist to send for her car, she was done with the whole tour and she was going home.
She saw Timmy’s agent in the hallway looking at her with regretful eyes and stormed past his shoulder. ‘I hope this little act was worth the money, she’s going to destroy his career he’s worked so hard for.’ She walked to the elevator and left without saying goodbye to any of the cast or to Timmy.
Timmy had been doing publicity work when he heard about y/n leaving and walking away from the rest of the tour and was devastated.
But when the night of the premiere arrived and y/n was nowhere to be seen he asked around thinking maybe she was just running late, but when his publicist told him with a nervous air that y/n had pulled out of coming to the premier as well as the tours Timmy went pale feeling himself falling back.
He felt Hugh and Olivia grab his arms lowering him into the chair as someone went to get him a glass of water, he buried his face between his legs as he felt his chest tighten.
He needed y/n here, he needed to see her face when the noise got to much for him she was the only one who could calm his nerves with her soothing words. She wasn’t happy about Kylie he knew that, she told him countless times that he could do so much better than her, he deserves so much better than her.
It was always her though, Timmy realised as he drank his water.
The premier came and went he did the whole arm around Kylie looking in love charade, when really he couldn’t stand her. The longer he looked at her the more his stomach turned. How had he not seen how fake this woman was, how vapid! No wonder he couldn’t think straight after being with her, it wasn’t lust his brain cells were dying, gasping out for some sort of stimulation.
No wonder after every conversation with Kylie he would call y/n to just to contradict her about something she said just to rile her up and have a healthy debate with her.
After the premier he ditched Kylie and locked himself in his hotel room and tried to call y/n but the phone just rang out, so he tried to message her and it said her phone was now switched off. He tried to Skype her on his laptop but that was disconnected. He slammed his laptop down getting annoyed, if she thought she could ignore him and he would just leave her alone she was wrong. He changed into his sweats and his hoodie with his baseball cap and grabbed his car keys before sneaking out of the hotel.
He knew where she lived, he remembered her telling him how she had inherited her grandfather’s ranch where she grew up as a little girl. It was out in the California countryside, a place surrounded by beautiful trees and mountains. It was still light for some reason, LA he guessed rolling his eyes. He drove along the road and he knew he was getting close when the desert become more leafy and he was suddenly surrounded by autumn trees, he smiled and came to farmlands and turned into a beautiful driveway dusted with fallen leaves and fenced off grasslands for the horses to graze on, he looked out his window and saw the stunning backdrop of mountains and and greenery.
He parked outside the house and got out of his car. His fancy wheels looked stupid in these surroundings. He looked around in amazement taking everting in, from the fresh air around him to the house and the huge mountains in the background and the horses grazing in the fields beyond. He couldn’t believe he was still in California. Maybe, Montana or somewhere in Arizona.
He understood why y/n loved this place so much, what happy memories she must have made here with her grandparents, he turned as he heard the door open and out she stepped looking at him. Dear God she was stunning, he had saw her all glammed up and he saw her all messy and covered in chocolate and mud and he had even saw her in her pyjamas when he showed up at her hotel room late one night, but he had never saw her like this.
She was wearing a pair of old torn jeans, covered in some sort of white stuff like powder, she must have been baking, and an off the shoulder knit sweater and her light brown hair was in a messy side braid. Her bangs were whipping around her face, as she walked up to him shoving her hands in her pockets.
‘Timmy? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the after party?’
‘I’m sorry, I am so so sorry. I was a total dick to you!’ He blurted out before he could stop himself and she blinked at him.
He looked around, spreading his arms wide ‘This just proves my theory!’
She smiles stepping closer to him ‘What theory is that?’
‘That you’re definitely an angel, because this,’ he gestures around him. ‘This is Heaven!’
She smiles watching him look around him.
‘I could see myself spending my out my life here,’ he looked her in the eyes ‘With you. I could see me spending my life here with you.’
She takes a deep breath looking at him. ‘Is that what you came all the way out here to tell me?’
‘No, actually I drove out here to confront you about ignoring me tonight and argue with you. Tell you, Plato was an idiot and the Yankees suck ass!’
She glared before raising her eyebrow looking at him ‘And now?’
He sighed shoving his hands in his pockets ‘Well I can’t very well yell at you now.’
‘The Yankees are a great team by the way.’
He scoffed rolling his eyes and she raised her eyebrows. ‘Because the Knicks did so great this season?’
‘Hey! They did their best okay!’
‘My ass they did their best!’ She turned and walked back towards the house and he followed her immediately almost automatically.
He closed the door behind him and stepped inside the cozy house and looked around, there were family photos of different generations scattered along the wall, he saw a picture of y/n in her graduation robes holding her diploma.
‘What did you study?’
‘Before becoming an actor I wanted to work with animals. So I studied veterinary science.’
‘Wow.’ He muttered under his breath as he looked at all of the family photos and saw a picture of a young girl on a horse holding a large trophy.
‘Hey who’s the little girl on the horse with the trophy?’ He called to her in the kitchen.
‘Oh that’s me. I came in first place in the equestrian event. My papa was so proud that he was actually crying.’ She came back with two bottles of his favourite beer and handed him one, smiling at the photos. He watched her closely as he sipped his beer ‘What was your grandfather like?’
She looked at him and smiled ‘You’re the first person to ever ask me what he was like.’
He smiled and waited. ‘He was always smiling, always singing. He liked putting the radio and dancing with grandma around the kitchen. He taught me how to dance too.’ She looked up at Timmy smiling before frowning ‘When grandma died he was never the same again, I think a little bit of him died when she did. The thing that killed him most, I think was that none of the family came to the funeral. I skipped school and took a bus using my lunch money to go. All the other families from the neighbouring ranches came but her own children didn’t come. I moved in here after graduation, I told my parents to stay away, invited my grandpa instead. Haven’t spoken to them since his funeral eight years ago.’
She sighed as Timmy listened intently without interrupting. He knew she had been keeping this bottled up for years. All of the love and pride she felt for her grandparents, the hurt and the shame of her family not paying their respects and her total determination with her loyalty towards her grandparents. No wonder the old man left his entire life to his granddaughter. She was the only who cared enough to stay.
‘I’m sorry y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder to comfort her.
‘Your parents sound like assholes. If you don’t mind me saying.’
She shook her head closing her eyes and smirked ‘Not at all. You’re right on the dot. They are assholes. When I made it to the big time they contacted me, wanting to ‘make amends’ I told them to go fuck themselves. After how they treated my grandparents I’m not interested.’
She turned to him and buried her head in his chest wrapping her arms around his waist ‘You’re actually the first person I’ve ever told that story.’
He was shocked as he wrapped his arms around her back he had heard she wasn’t the most trusting person. In fact he heard rumour about how hard she was to work with, she wasn’t good at taking orders and she barely spoke to anyone on set. But Timmy had seen her with fans, she would spend ages with the kids and the elderly, she always made sure was allowed the same lunch hour the actors had. She remembered the names of crew members asking one how their daughter enjoyed her first day of school, she even asked one of his grandmother was getting better.
He took her over to the couch and sat down with her holding her close as she lay against his chest.
He would break it off with Kylie, he didn’t care if he had to pay a big fine for terminating the contract, it would be worth it if he could be with y/n.
The fact that he could already hear the echo of their children running around the house and eventually their grandchildren, was huge. He never envisioned his future with anyone before. But with y/n, he saw himself spending the rest of his life on this ranch with this kind, beautiful woman and one day their children.
Y/n looked up seeing Timmy lost in thought and reached up to kiss his jaw, ‘penny for your thoughts?’
He looked down at her and blinked at feeling her lips on his skin ‘I don’t want to freak you out or scare you.’
She reached up and kissed his jawline again ‘You won’t, please tell me.’
‘I was thinking about our future. A-and I was picturing our children and our grandchildren running all about this house.’
He blushed and looked down and she sat on his lap lifting his face to make him look at her. ‘Are we married or do we live like hippies?’ She smiled and pecked his lips before he deepened the kiss leaning forward. ‘No, we’re definitely married until we’re old and grey, and calling the cops on each other because we can’t remember who the other one is.’ She laughed against his lips at his strange narrative of their future, she pulled away before standing and taking his hand to guide him upstairs to her bedroom.
They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they were ready for whatever would be thrown their way. They met on a movie based on following your dreams, and they ended up being each other’s dream come true!
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psa if you send me an ask and it never sees the light of day, please don't take it personally. i read every single message (i crave them. i yearn) but when i say i don't like spamming my dash i am anxiously serious. i hate posting a lot at once, have a visceral aversion to long posts (despite tumblr giving us a perfectly good J key), and don't like to speak if i have nothing to say.
then i feel anxious about 'ignoring' people thphtfdsj it's a lose/lose i'm sorry i'm a nightmare to engage with
if you send me a compliment or reaction to a fic chapter, i will adore it but probably won't post it (unless i can reply privately).
if you send me something long with pictures and paragraphs, i will adore it but feel anxious about posting it, then put it off for so long that it just stays in my inbox forever.
if you send me a question but it's buried under paragraphs, i will also feel anxious about posting it if i've already posted a lot that day, so i might take a few days to answer
but if you've sent me a question (especially an advice one) and i don't reply immediately, it's 100% because i'm intending to sit down and give it my undivided attention, and am just waiting for a day that i can spend on it
i know tumblr isn't meant to be a neat minimalist gallery viewing experience, but i am a naturally quiet person who flusters in messy conditions and worries about being too loud, even in this silent text based format.
it's not just asks: my queue is limited to twice a day (just bumped it to 3, since the end of the queue was due for MARCH) and i have over 100 posts in there just because i don't want to spam when i'm online. is why i live in the tags. and even though i reblog things willy nilly, i'm adamant to tag all my original posts (whether it's wips or personal or selfies) so the knowledge that they're easily blacklistable makes me feel less guilty about babbling.
#like the violent urge to shove half of this under a cut hhhngn but i want ppl to see#i need u to know i love you and that im dumb#ghost scribbles#did you know you can hit j on your keyboard to scroll down a post? and k to go back again#so relieved that's still a feature from my veteran days
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how do you have a high maintenance routine while being married? I assume that being married means that you now have a heck ton of new responsibilities, I know that it’s not really just your life anymore, as you now have 2 lives in one. and not just focusing on yourself anymore, you have somebody else. I know I’ll get married in the near future but a part of me is afraid that i’ll lose what I have now or won’t be able to do what I want to do in the future, like pampering myself, making time for myself to do all those things you mentioned in your high maintenance routine while cooking for two, cleaning the house, running errands, doing my own work from home as well, and eventually with children as well. I want to get married but it seems overwhelming and scary that maybe I won’t be able to have this high maintenance lifestyle doing things I want to be doing because of how busy life will get as a married woman. AND being pregnant too.
No this is a very valid question. As it turns out, being married didn’t diminish my free time or ability to pamper myself at all. If anything, it’s given me more of it. I have plenty of time to myself since I don’t have to work, my husband is a doctor that works really long hours, neither of us are messy people and he doesn’t control my schedule but rather I decide it all. If I had to scrub our apartment from top to bottom every day bc he leaves stuff all over the place and makes a mess like a toddler in a daycare, I wouldn’t be with him. Nothing worse than a nasty man whose mama never taught him to put dishes in the sink and clothes in the hamper. He’s naturally quite neat and low maintenance so I’m not really spending a ton of time tending to him. All of the things I do are things I was going to do anyway. Dishes, cooking, cleaning, laundry, tidying up etc are standards for living I already set for myself whether I would be living alone or not. A few extra dishes from his serving is no problem. If he gets hair all over the bathroom floor he sweeps it up himself. Yes I have to run a few errands for him since he doesn’t always have the time (for example going to the post office is near impossible with his work schedule) but it’s not a frequent thing and I know he’d do it for me, no questions asked.
Not all marriages are the same and some partners may require more of your time and energy. Obviously my marriage is still young so I can’t speak on the long haul, but for now it’s very chill. The only “restraint” (and I use that word lightly) is more so related to timing. If he’s home at 6:30pm, then I need dinner ready by that time instead of me cooking all willy nilly at 8pm or smth. Outside of breakfast and dinner requiring me to keep a timing to match his work schedule, he has little bearing on my day to day endeavors.
He actually enjoys when I do fun things for myself and takes pride in being able to provide it. He likes when I send cute selfies from the nail salon or spa or cafes I’m at. If there’s times where I’m being more of a homebody and just staying indoors all day, he encourages me to go out and have fun, try a new place to eat, meet up with a friend, etc. Some men hate seeing women being pampered and being leisurely and some men absolutely love it and encourage it. If you’re a girl who spoils yourself even when single, get a man who appreciates that and wants to contribute to the spoiling, not snuff the flame or expects you to “sit down”. I’ve never understood that. You get a girl who always looks cute with her hair and makeup done, nice clothes, fun experiences and then expect her to stop bc she’s married now? You should’ve been with a plain Jane in the first place then!
When our baby is born, that will be more of a change than my marriage in and of itself since she’ll have a nap schedule, bath time, etc that will prevent me from always being able to get up and go on a whim or spend ample amounts of time at certain venues but that’s part of motherhood and the responsibilities and sacrifices that come with it. I’ll have to alter my schedule, pull back on the frequency I do certain things, and just wait for her to get a bit older. All moms can relate and it just comes with the territory but it doesn’t have to be a negative thing.
Basically it just comes down to making a schedule that works for you and prioritizing your self care and making the most of the hours allotted to you. Don’t lose yourself in your marriage. Your youth and fun doesn’t have to die just bc you’re wearing a ring.
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"We do."
I read your last text for the fifth time in five minutes. You're supposed to be here soon, or so I hope, because even though you are the one that reproached me my avoidance for the last days there is a gnawing incertity at the back of my mind, one that tells me you finally got tired of my bullshit.
Down there, the noises of the party still reach me. I hear Thibault's laughter, Willy's teasing, Mareva's curious voice, and Elvira's shouts of joy. Sharon is already asleep. Parties never were for her. And I have nothing to tell her for now. I already vented too much. She managed to stay out of this, only noticing something was wrong when I locked myself in my room.
All your contrary.
What did I had in mind when all of this began? I hardly remember. I just recall sending you a message asking for intel, and you telling me it will be all you'll do. But then Lan Yue got enthousiastic about matchmaking and I felt compelled to bring you. Because you knew about it, had a good chance to help, and because you were my friend.
I guess that was my mistake. Now not only you got hit with Hope's Peak shady, shady business, but also by the falling out of all that shit. And me, in the middle, only seeing the pain I could have brought you and not the one I did.
And now I'm searching for my words up there on the balcony, looking like an outsider upon the happiness outside. I always felt like an observer, all my life since I was six, but I never got quite hit by the pain of it.
Probably because of the condition that flared up days ago.
The door open. No laughs ou teasing or anything, so I guess it's just you. I'm not turning around to check. I can still recognize your footsteps.
"Lock the door behind you, please, I ask, still looking down the balcony. Keys are on the lock and I'd rather not get interrupted."
"Sure you want to get locked up with me? You ask, uncertainty plaguing your voice. No offense, but it looks like a rip-off game of seventh heaven."
"Non-existent Lord how I hate that trope. Yes. You've seen how everyone is. They're too happy to understand I need space."
The sound of jiggling keys, and finally I hear the lock click. Door is not see-through, I went there for a good reason after all; So now, I can safely assume that's only you and me there. That I can turn around without being perceived by anyone else but you.
Your face is still pale, still holding the stigmata of a deep fatigue. Your hair is in a bun, but I can still tell, under the moonlight, that you haven't been taking care of it properly. Cheeks got hollow, emaciated, subtle enough for normal people to miss it.
I've never been normal people.
Worst is, maybe, your eyes widening when you look upon my face, not enough to make the dark circles disappear.
I smile, softly, hoping that I am at least almost beliveable.
"Yeah, it's worse under the moonlight, huh?""
You keep silent, still looking at me. Looking at the emaciated cheeks, the paleness of the skin, the tear trails, the dark, empty eyes of a body I struggle to believe is mine.
A moment of silence. You kept the keys in your pocket, probably to stop me from escaping. And you were talking about a seventh heaven rip-off, whan an irony, my friend. Well, I didn't plan to run anyway. The call of the deep is more powerful than the call of the flight.
Then you make a step forward, in an attitude that wants to be nonchalant.
"Not gonna lie, I preferred the pictures."
"I'm gonna take that as a compliment. I always know how to be photogenic."
You sigh. The couch on the balcony is there for you to sit on, but nevertheless you choose to put your butt on the armrest. Bisexual-cliche ass. Am I better tho, me, the sex-obsessed, flirty queen aromantic pansexual? I wonder if since the beginning, we're not just walking cliches created from the mind of a very, very cheeky writer.
The thought makes me snicker. You don't follow. Face tells me you're still angry at me. That's very fair. We never properly met to settle things and afterwards, I had my hands full with Elvira's surprise birthday.
"Something funny?"
"An intrusive thought. Mind if I sit?"
"That's your house."
Taking that as a yes. I take my place on the couch, pulling my legs close as a reflex before silence takes over again. I can see it annoys you, but what am I supposed to say? "I'm sorry"? "I won't do it again"? Such empty words for an empty man.
Because the truth is that I am sorry. And I will, probably, do it again, for I am far than strong enough.
Finally, you roll your eyes, arms crossed on your chest.
"I didn't come here to be ignored again, Emerens."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just at a loss from words."
"Ironic for the Ultimate Romance Novelist."
"I've always been better at finding words for others than for me."
You shrug, but keep silent. I guess I have to carry on, if I want to keep one of the most precious things in my life mostly intact.
"It's just... Been a lot. I'm aware it doesn't excuse anything, and it doesn't explain all... Everything since the moment I asked you that goddamn question just has been fuck-up after fuck-up from my part. And you took everything without even being involved in the first place."
"Glad you can admit it. But I didn't come here to get the apologies on that part. Your texts covered it enough. I want to know why you ignored me. Anger can't be the only explanation."
"I really am sorry for this-"
"I didn't ask for a sorry. I asked for a why."
Cut in the middle of my words, I turn my head towards you, dumbfounded. Of all the words that I expected coming from you, those were the last. And of all the emotions I was waiting for on your face, I didn't expect genuine worry.
Why would you worry about the one that hurt you?
I blink, searching for my words.
"I really don't think any explanation is satisfying-"
"Emerens, I did not come here to hear you wallowing in self-pity, I came here to understand why one of my best friends, the very one that promised me he would stay by my side not earlier than months ago, decided all of a sudden to not answer my texts, give me the silent treatment and lock himself in his room so he's unreachable and I'm driven back at his door. So please fucking tell me, because I am not moving until I have a better explanation than your fucking condition."
Your face is still the same, you never were an emotional person after all, I can't recall for one moment where I saw the shell crack at least a little. But your voice is snappy, your words full of an impromptu venom, and behind the patience I always envied you, I see a trembling eyelid.
I guess I can't escape behind empty words and shallow excuses. Only the truth holds here, and the liar finds it tastes sour on his lips used to the sweetness of dreams.
On my face grows something looking like a smile.
"If I had to search the closest explanation, I would guess it's because I didn't want to hurt you."
You roll your eyes, I can tell you're not convinced by my words. But not convinced is better that straight up not believing me. I guess the truth still hold to you a hint of certainty.
"Great fucking job you're doing there."
"I sense sarcasm. Never said it was supposed to be efficient."
A sigh escapes my lips.
"Last time I've been like... This, I've hurt people. Badly. Not intentionally, but it hardly matters in front of all the damage. And the thought of that pain happening to you makes me sick. Despite getting angry, I mean."
"And you didn't stop to think that isolating yourself may make thinks worse?"
"Oh, I did. But between losing you as a friend and being responsible for your damn death, the choice is all too easy."
You stay silent, still looking at me, still arms crossed, your eyes encouraging me to pick up where I left off. I suppose I have to. I have to gather my words and my truth to give you something I at least won't bring to my grave, no matter what you decide it's worth.
"Giving you the silent treatment was a dick move, and I can't deny it has been fed by my psychosis about secrets. But if I did stop caring about you and your feelings, you and I wouldn't be here on this balcony trying to make up."
I hide in my throat the fact that I wouldn't be here at all. You don't need to hear about how bad it's been. The emptyness. The cutter in my hand before Elvira sent me that message. The feeling that I'm growing to be no better than my mother, no better than my 13 years old self. The sensation of utter defeat.
You don't need that. And I certainly don't want Hope's Peak to be able to hear I relapsed. Not after the project. Not after I saw everyone lock themselves in a lab for days of weeks of months. No matter if it's by you, or the Ultimate Empress being right there at my own house.
I still think you caught the inner meaning of my words, because you frown, eyes still on me.
"I tried to do damage control, even in that state, but I suppose you get a clearer head when your mental health is not somewhere in the Marianna trench. So I won't deny I could have handled it better, or at the very least asked for help. I won't deny I'm at fault. But since you asked for an explanation..."
"And I guess it is an explanation. But really, next time, just ask for help."
A laugh escapes my throat, croaky and painful.
"You're asking for a lot to the sovereign of isolation."
I laugh some more, right before I'm interrupted by a pair of arms wrapping around me, and a chin of the top of my head. Provoking enough surprise for me to stop.
Dumbfounded, I couldn't even move an inch. My face, far from the heat that would usually take over, is unusually stiff, the same stiffness prompting my brain to run a function check. Because in what world are you of all people, less tactile than Sharon, more recluded than Thibault, more passive than Louna, initiating not only contact but also a hug?
It takes a few seconds for me to recover some braincells. Enough to prompt my lips to open, my tongue to formulate some words. Not enough to understand.
"....... Aren't you being unusually affective?"
"Oh, shut it. I thought you were done for, asshole, I think I'm owed a bit of unusual."
I suppose I can't deny that unflawed logic, or maybe it's the amount of brain cells that is still not enough to protest anything you say. All that's left is to enjoy it while il lasts, snuggling against you, smiling at the thought I haven't felt that kind of warmth for so long.
I bring you on my lap, tighten my grip on your back.
"I missed you."
Something laughs soflty in my hair.
"Likewise."
#hel is talking#hel stories#la peste moderne#hel ocs#lpm#not my ocs#hel writing#I wanted to write something around my chatfic and these two for a while#but really I can't find for any excuse to make EMERENS VAN HEEL have a heart-felt convo BY TEXT#so I'm diverging from my media and writing a lil something#I should note that I wrote this on Down By the River.#heart-felt apologies are complicated when you and your character are avoidant towards their feelings#so uuuuuh I hope the fact he brought up the explanation is enough for Senri?-#because I really don't know what I can do more as a writer
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Uhm... I made another one.
Yeeesss, I know, my finals for this semester are coming up, but leave me some freetime xD
Anyway, my best friend sent me another bunch of funny things kids in kindergarten said and I made another TWDG kids template out of it.
So there.
Enjoy! Xd
PS: I had to rewrite some of them because she gave those to me in german and they wouldn't make sense in english, so... excuse the Florida comment xD
Minnie: "I have a unicorn at home! But I ripped out the horn, so it's a not-so-much-corn now."
Sophie: "I always read books at home, my favorite book is Justin Bieber!"
Louis: "My parents have a swing in their bedroom, it must be so much fun, but I'm never allowed to play with it." (...That was disturbing, send help to the poor boy.)
Duck: *talking about future jobs* "I wanna be a whale!"
Ruby: "Yes, I love Spargel! Oh, what's that?" (It was at this moment, that the little girl learned, Spaghetti and Spargel aren't the same. And for my english friends, Spargel is Asparagus.)
Clementine: "Mommy had a baby yesterday! But it is a little bit ugly."
Marlon: *to the new young woman working there* "My dad said everyone needs a job when they grow up. Why don't you have one?"
Mitch: "Remember when you said that I'm not allowed to play with the water in the sink anymore? *soaked from head to toe* "Because I don't."
Louis: "I don't like cucumbers that grow." ( what .)
Willy: "Did you know, that eggs break apart when you throw them? By the way, where is the cleaning set?"
Brody: "You can't play with us, you don't like coffee!" Violet: "But you never drank coffee either!" Brody: "But I like it, because momma likes it!"
Tenn: "You're my kokong." (He meant Cousin.)
Marlon: "I want my reflection to be alive as well, I want to play with it. That's so unfair!" (He didn't understand the concept of twins yet.)
Violet: "I'd eat that very gladly. I just don't want to."
Willy: *after being asked to help clean up the mess* "No thank you, I like it better this way."
Marlon: "Your pants are ugly." Mitch: "You're wearing the same." (And then Marlon threw a tantrum because he felt insulted.)
Aasim: "I have a bunny at home. But sometimes it changes colour." (Again, Aasim are you okay?)
Louis: "My goldfish went to Atlantis today!" (It died.)
Marlon: "My uncle has no eyes, so he got a dog with eyes. I don't want my eyes either, I want a puppy!"
Clementine: "How long does a strawberry tree grow?"
Mitch: "If bears gotta go for little boys, they pee in their fur."
Louis: "I'm there in a second. Geez, I hate it when people say that, what KIND of second, a long or a short one?!"
Violet: "Tastes ugly."
Ruby: "You need to go home, you have 124 meters fever!"
Sophie: "If you destroy my picture, I'll get world destruction!"
Aasim: "I have to computer now."
Louis: "My tummy feels yucky, can you call my mother in law?"
Marlon: "What do you have there?" Louis: "A cough drop!" Marlon: "Woah, I want a tough drop too!"
Ruby: "I lost my fuck in the sandbox, momma!" (She was talking about her toy truck.)
Minnie: "My mom has circus disturbance." (She meant circular disturbance.)
Omar: "Today I have fish sticks with potato pudding!"
Brody: "Look, I'm a mermaid! Now I only need a fork!"
Marlon: "Why is that man shaving the lawn?"
Louis: "But I already ate all my cousins!" (It's raisins, Louis.)
Ruby: "My grandma is in the animal shelter because she can't walk anymore." (Her grandma went into retirement.)
Willy: "My grandpa is magnetic too!" (His grandpa had a prosthetic leg.)
Duck: "My dad is special too, he's from Florida!"
Mitch: "I want more pregnant stamps." Ms. Martin: "...What?" Mitch: "I'm still hungry." Ms. Martin: "Ah, yes, you can have more ravioli."
Duck: "Can I have more weed?" (He meant arugola.)
Sophie: "I only got one motivation left for cleaning up, so I'll hurry."
Louis: "I got a bikini!" (It's a kiwi, Louis.)
Marlon: "Does the CD player google the songs first or why is it taking so long?"
Clementine: "My baba brought me today." Duck: "Huh? I thought you could only eat them?" (...He thought she meant a banana.)
#twdg marlon#twdg#twdg louis#the walking dead telltale games#twdg incorrect quotes#the walking dead#twdg violet#twdg brody#twdg clementine#twdg duck#twdg willy#twdg mitch#twdg minerva#twdg sophie#twdg omar#twdg aasim#twdg ruby#ericson kids#twdg aj#twdg tenn#twdg kenny
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Caste! AU! Historia x Fem! Reader
P.S. Everyone is 18 and up.
Warnings: NSFW (Depictions of sex, a tiny bit of angst, college AU, SNK Caste AU)
Pairings: (Historia x You) (Hitch x You)
Caste! AU! Historia who's hated you since the beginning because you were always in her way and couldn't keep your mouth shut like the rest of the obedient delusional idiots.
Caste! AU! Historia who took her hate with her to college because she couldn't stand to see you get away with disrespecting her.
Caste! AU! Historia who despised you because you dated her best friend Hitch after stealing her from that asshole Marlowe.
Caste! AU! Historia who just loves to argue with you and start unnecessary arguments because she finds it attractive when you get angry and bothered.
Caste! AU! Historia who threatens you to stay away from her best friend but you simply decide to irritate her even more and send her videos of you fucking Hitch.
Caste! AU! Historia who chooses the same courses as you, as if she had to go to college, just to sit a seat away from you and annoy the everlasting fuck out of you.
Caste! AU! Historia who has her lapdogs Ymir and Reiner watching over you but they're your best friends so any dirty information is already invaluable.
Caste! AU! Historia who hates you because she can't deal with a force that's a thorn in her side and now she makes it her life's work to destroy you. Big mistake because apparently you were the niece of Willy Tybur, the head of the most powerful man in Marley and now she's being chewed out by her father, which had never happened.
Caste! AU! Historia who's so obsessed with you that she does everything to crumple your confident empire but the walls just continue building up until there's nothing else.
Caste! AU! Historia who's so infuriated when people think you're so cool because you survived the wrath of Historia Reiss and she decides she's had enough.
Caste! AU! Historia who corners you into the bathroom and tries to egg you on for a reaction, but now you're both arguing because you were in a bad mood and Historia was more harsh with her words.
Caste! AU! Historia who relishes in the way you finally snap and roughly fuck her against the bathroom sink.
Caste! AU! Historia who likes the way your fingers roughly thrust into her pussy.
Caste! AU! Historia who likes the way you call her an obsessive, greedy bitch because this is all she's ever wanted.
Caste! AU! Historia who likes the way you leave hot fresh hickeys on her neck as a reminder that she was the one that fell victim to you.
Caste! AU! Historia that has the best orgasm in that bathroom and she's pissed when you discard her like some trash and leave but it has her feeling so fucking good and wanting more. A lot more.
Caste! AU! Historia who anonymously invites you to a party a day after you break-up with Hitch and manages to get you into a room, immediately jumping your bones as soon as the door closed.
Caste! AU! Historia who becomes your bitch that night, letting you flip her on her stomach and fucking her into the mattress with the newly-bought strap that she hid in the bedroom.
Caste! AU! Historia who screams your name so loud when she cums, she doesn't worry about neither her friends or strangers that can hear her from outside the door.
Caste! AU! Historia who's going to visit your place every time she gets horny, satisfied and always leaving with her pussy sore.
Caste! AU! Historia who doesn't like the way you flirt with girls to piss her off so she flirts with a guy that you had beef with and almost manage to sleep with him.
Caste! AU! Historia who gets excitedly horny when you beat the guy into the ground and send him scurrying, pussy already wet when you direct your anger to her.
Caste! AU! Historia who absolutely loves when you pull and yank on her hair as you pound into her.
Caste! AU! Historia who loves when you strike her on her ass or face.
Caste! AU! Historia who loves when you overstimulate her and leave her crying.
Caste! AU! Historia who's worst obsession has now turned into her greatest pleasure.
#aot x you#aot fandom#historia#historia reiss#historia x reader#historia smut#snk season 4#snk x you
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Here’s some songs I’ve assigned to some of the dwk animated series characters
Leon
Afraid-The Neighborhood
Abandonment issues, especially the fear of being replaced and the fear of your friends secretly hating you…this song was made for him
Ravistettava ennen käyttöä-Apulanta
It’s a Finnish rock song about a guy who thinks there’s something wrong with him and tries to cope with it with reckless and pessimistic behavior so yeah fits him in general
Vanessa
Word Up!-Korn
This just fits her personality since it’s about being unapologetically yourself and not caring about others judging you
(The original version is made by Cameo but I think Korn’s cover of it fits her more)
I Hate My Mom-GRLwood
Pretty self explanatory, mommy issues and and having to face misogyny
Jojo
Duvet-bôa
To quote the anonymous person who send me their assigned Jojo song,
“mental illness. not much else to say”
All though I will add this song would probably specifically fit his life around the time when his mom got send to the hospital since the feeling of being so lost
Thank You Mom-Good Charlotte
Pretty self explanatory, his relationship with his mom even if times weren’t always easy
Deniz
Bitter Choco Decoration-Syudou
Perhaps a bit extreme but it fits his character before the series and even during it, especially at the beginning. Like his masking, identity crisis and trying to be like what other people, especially his dad, always wanted him to be
I’m A Marionette-Ghost
Same theme, however especially his relationship with his dad before the series and at the beginning of it and like the loneliness it’s implied he experienced at that time
Damn I just assigned extreme angst to Deniz. Uuhh good luck next time? I’ll assign something happier then
Markus
Hell Above-Pierce the Veil
Fits his struggles at home through the series and how soccer and his team are his escape from it
The Hand That Feeds-Nine Inch Nails
This just kinda fits the whole “the politicians suck a lot and his dad is working directly with them” struggle he has to navigate through
Raban
How Soon Is Now?-t.A.T.u
This just fits his loser boy (I mean that in the most positive way) personality since it’s about insecurity, feeling isolated and the need to be accepted and loved
Life Itself-Glass Animals
Again fits his personality, like his tendency to keep on trying and stay positive even if others don’t appreciate that
Marlon
I Want My Tears Back-Nightwish
Ah yes angst, Marlon probably had to take responsibility pretty early on his life due to his family situation and now he can mourn the things he lost when having to grow up too fast
Carpe Diem-Joker Out
Fits his personality, he is genuinely a kind person who sees good in others so song about rejecting hate and just having fun with those close to you should fit
(Also it’s in Slovenian but I also included a few Finnish songs and a Japanese one so yeah, language barriers be damned)
Willi
Sunday Morning-The Velvet Underground
Some depression from the 60s, feeling all the years that you’ve wasted hit you during a Saturday-Sunday night, it was pretty much made for him
Tahroja paperilla-Eppu Normaali
A Finnish rock song about a guy reminiscing about their past but also acknowledging that moving forward doesn’t make those experiences any less meaningful. I’d say coaching the team has given him happiness and also some closure with his past so yeah it fits that
Mr Theumer
As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It-Lemon Demon
Honestly the title is pretty self explanatory but not understanding how to bond with your child, criticizing their interests and acting antagonistically towards them is pretty on brand for him
Natasha
Valley of the Dolls-Marina
This fits her just in general, parental issues and only really showing a fake identity to other people
The team as a whole
(Just kinda throwing these here since I’ve already mentioned them in some post)
Kids In The Dark-All Time Low
Mama-My Chemical Romance
Kryptonite-3 Doors Down
Teenagers-My Chemical Romance
Immortals-Fall Out Boy
Party At The End Of The World-My Chemical Romance
Willi’s old team
The Kids from Yesterday-My Chemical Romance
That’s it for now👍👍
#big thanks to everyone who has send me their assigned dwk character songs#appreciated those a lot#ignore the fact that I repeated the same wording so many times#ignore also how overly long this is#die wilden kerle animated series#dwk animated series#dwk deniz#dwk jojo#dwk vanessa#dwk markus#dwk leon#dwk raban#dwk marlon#dwk natasha#dwk willi
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Husk and Alastor arrive back at the hotel at the same time, one in a better mood than the other.
"Did something happen?" Alastor asks Husk, opening the door for the other. The feline grumbles, tail and ears and wings all drooping. "Was the show bad?"
"No, it wasn't bad." Husk snaps, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto one of the barstools. He grabs the first bottle of booze he sees and takes a generous swig from it. "It was good. Fucking beautiful."
Alastor tilt's his head curiously, approaching the bar and settling into one of the stools. He snaps his finger to send the discard jacket away; it was too nice to leave on the stools. "You're acting pretty strange for something that you say was beautiful."
Husk glowers at him, taking another swig of his drink and slamming the bottle on the bar roughly. "Can't you mind your own fucking business?"
"Nope!" Alastor perches on his elbows. "Now, why don't you tell me what's the matter?" Alastor already had an idea, but he wanted to hear Husk confirm it.
"Fuck you." Husk snaps, running a hand through his fur and messing up the attempt he had made at making it nice. "You're going to fucking laugh at me, but I'm pissed at myself cause I was too chicken shit to tell her I like her." Husk grabs a glass and some nicer whiskey, pouring it for Alastor without being asked. "Fucking childish bullshit."
Alastor laughs, taking the glass. "Is that all, Husker? It's perfectly normal to be shy!"
"I'm a grown fucking man." Husk hisses. "If I can't even tell her to her face how beautiful her performance was, what the fuck should I expect?" Another drink. "I don't see why you aren't making fun of me. You should be delighted."
"Now, now, Husker, I may be cruel, but matters of the heart deserve some sensitivity."
"You've never given a fuck about something like that in the past."
Alastor sighs. "Oh, you've caught me. Really though, I do sympathize for you. Much as I do enjoy to prod at you, I also enjoy seeing you happy."
"Yeah, so you can tear it down-"
"Husker." Alastor snips. "You tear yourself down far more than I ever could. It's gotten a bit boring, quite frankly. If you really wish to indulge yourself in such an endeavor, I won't discourage you. So long as it doesn't interfere with your duties, you can do whatever you want!"
Husk stares at him, not sure what to think. On one hand, it wasn't like Alastor had actually stepped in to try and prevent him from making connections with people. It just... kinda stopped happening once he had given his soul over. With his Overlord status gone, and being pulled around willy-nilly into whatever bullshit Alastor got up to, he hadn't paid much attention to making connections. He'd focused on coping with being someone's pet.
But Al could very easily step in and fuck things up just because he wants to, or he goes into one of his possessive streaks that tend to have Husk and Niffty all but glued to his sides.
"..." Husk grips the bottle in his hand. "If you're fucking with me, I don't care what the consequences are, I will tear you apart."
Alastor hums. "Oh, I have no doubt you would certainly try!" He downs his own drink, setting the glass down gently. "However, I am completely serious. You've always been good about respecting your contract, no matter how much you hate it. I trust you to continue doing so even if you start reaching out to others again."
"And what if I didn't?" Husk asks. "What if I started wanting to live enough that I would stop dealing with your bullshit?"
Alastor's expression tightens. "Then I would do what I need to make sure you behave. Whether you like it or not, I do consider you a friend. I prefer to keep friends around as long as possible."
Al stands, straightening his coat. "Try to not to overdrink, It would be a shame for you to mess up the rest of your outfit. Have a good night, my friend."
Husk just stares, not responding as Al heads up the stairs to his room.
Maybe, just maybe, he would stop being a coward.
#ic: husk#ic: alastor#dash commentary: a star is reborn#(did not expect to have my muses awake for Character Development after this but uh. oh boy!)
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In the Soundwave timeline, how's he gonna take over the world? He and Laserbeak have a groundbridge and some Cybertronian ship, but will that be enough to stop Optimus and Megatron from protecting humanity? Marley and Paradise are working well together so far, especially with Calvi out of the picture and Willy befriending Optimus, so they have a huge advantage over Soundwave.
Part 8: Willy and Lara feelings about Megatron
Soundwave still has Pieck, and I stated before that he will use the technology he's gathered along with using that technology to create a groundbridge (so he's going to be sending people into the Shadowzone), a ship of his own, and Lazerbeak.
But just for fun, I'll throw in Hizuru as Soundwave blackmailing the continent. (In this timeline, Hizuru and Paradis have not made contact.)
With Soundwave's expert spying, he realizes that Marley and Paradis has joined forces, and knowing that will cause a derailment in his plans, needs extra support and fast. He went after the Middle Eastern Alliance and stole their technology because they were the ones who actively stood a chance against Marley's forces. They had the best technology, but because of his interference, the Middle Eastern Alliance are now turning on each other.
(He watches the shit go down as entertainment while Pieck is just mortified at it all.)
So Soundwave knows that he's going to need a temporary army until he can finish his machine to contact the Decepticons. Through his spying, he finds out about Hizuru shady deals and military advancements and decides that they are the best route.
He waits, spies on the locals, finds out more information about Ambassador Kiyomi, the Azumabito Clan, the Hizuru Royal Family, and the country's disdain for the royal family. He learns that the current one was placed there during the loss of the actual heir and the fall of the Eldian Empire. Taisho's father was despised, Taisho himself is hated, Kenshin is considered neutral, but...they all seem to adore Katsuko, the Emperor's wife.
So some OC background that I wanted to divulge in for Taisho and Katsuko since I have talked about Kenshin in the past. Taisho was around during the height of the Marleyan Empire and the scorn and ridicule of the Hizuru Empire. His father became corrupt due to his own dealings to try and get rich, instead of valuing the future of Hizuru. Taisho had constantly witnessed uncertainty, death threats, assault, everything. The only friend he had was Kiyomi, since she was already part of the Azumabito clan. Taisho and his father's relationship was terrible, abusive even. Taisho's only desire is just to survive in this ever changing world.
The only time Taisho was willing to risk it all and throw the crown away himself was because of Katsuko. Katsuko was definitely a low ranking member of society, but she is exceptionally brilliant and deeply compassionate to those around her. She fought tooth and nail to try and learn everything she could for a woman of her time and do her best to hold herself to a higher standard despite her status. One thing leads to another, and she and Taisho meet for the first time, and then continue to meet in secret.
And Taisho...feels safe with her. Initially, he thought she was there for an ulterior motive, but Katsuko never abused her knowledge of his identity or tried to take advantage of him like so many others. Taisho falls and he falls hard. People see Katsuko and Taisho together, and they don't like Taisho, but they adore Katsuko because of her kindness throughout the capital. Taisho's father does find out about this and immediately tries to destroy the relationship, but Taisho finds out and immediately threatens him: if he so much as lays a finger on her, he will never see Taisho again.
Taisho's father still tries, but the public love Katsuko, and his partners do see a benefit in gaining public approval. The father still disapproves, tries to make Katsuko's life in the temple a living hell. But Katsuko's been through worse and just keeps her head held high. This only furthers the kingdom's resentment of Taisho's father. Kiyomi ends up finding out about the father's attempt to downright assassinate Katsuko and stages a quiet coup. Using the diplomatic skills she's been training for, she convinces the other council members of the importance of removing the father and putting Taisho on the thrown immediately for the ultimate future of this nation. Most of them agree, since they've noticed his behavior is out of control. One day, Taisho discovers that his father died in his sleep. But Taisho's not stupid. His father was in perfect health and would've lived a long life with all the luxuries he had. Someone caused his death, and he had a gut feeling who.
"Do you resent me for it?" Kiyomi asked him that night.
Taisho crossed his arms and sighed. "You know how my father was. His love was only for money. Not for his country, not for his dead wife, not even me. I don't resent you for it, Kiyomi. You made a call to protect this nation. You'll make a good ambassador."
"I could turn on you, one day," Kiyomi warned, "If you do something that will ultimately destroy our nation."
"...I'm in your debt," Taisho declared, "If you decide I'm unfit to rule, do what you must."
Taisho doesn't shed tears as they bury his father, and he is made the new emperor without any objections. Katsuko asks him if he's alright, and...Taisho admits that he's terrified. He now has all this power, and he's afraid of who he'll become now that he has it. He doesn't want to be like his father. And Katsuko reminds him that he has the power to be whoever he wants to be. Taisho could have bent to his father's will, but never did so. That was more than enough proof that Taisho was better than him. Taisho is moved and downright asks Katsuko to marry her in that moment, if she doesn't hate him or what his father put her through. Katsuko laughs and says yes.
Now back to the main story. Soundwave knows about Katsuko's favoritism among the public, and decides she's the best way to get the army that he wants. So he kidnaps her, and forces Taisho's to give him an army or else she dies. Taisho's in a tight spot, the council and the public are in terror and disarray. Taisho can't let his wife die, but he now realizes that all the odd occurrences happening in other countries are happening because of Soundwave. Soundwave is the one causing them trouble. And Taisho makes a very calculated risk without knowing much about Soundwave. He tells Kiyomi and Kenshin to run and get help while he bent to Soundwave's command. Kiyomi understands the situation, but Kenshin is terrified and angry, lashing out at his father and calling him a coward!
"You're just going to let mom die?!" Kenshin demanded.
"I am buying my time!" Taisho declared in anger, "We don't have many options! That being has been dismantling governments in the shadows! If we are not careful, Hizuru is next!"
"Mom is our best chance at swaying the public-!"
"As long as she is in his clutches, I cannot take that risk and let her die!" Taisho yelled, "I am not going to lose your mother without a fight! You know that we are limited in options! You and Kiyomi getting help is our best chance at survival! So listen to your father for once and go with your aunt!"
"...Dad...I'm scared," Kenshin confessed, tears forming in his eyes.
Taisho felt his lips tremble before placing his hands on his son's cheeks. "My stubborn and prideful child, that is natural. This is not something we prepared for...In the event of my death and the death of the Empress, you will be crowned the next Emperor of Hizuru."
"Don't you fucking say that!" Kenshin yelled.
"You are the pride and the future of this nation," Taisho declared, "And I have never been more proud to call you my own."
Taisho wants to say that he's sorry for not being the best father and letting their relationship get so strained, but there's not enough time. Kiyomi and Kenshin need to go. Father and Son say their emotional goodbyes, and Taisho does his best to wipe his tears as Kiyomi and Kenshin flee to get help.
(More OC centric, but I've been meaning to talk about them.)
#asks#send me asks#transformers prime#tfp#tfp soundwave#soundwave#attack on titan#aot#snk#shinkgeki no kyojin#attack on titan oc#original characters#ocs#my ocs#kiyomi azumabito#emperor taisho#katsuko#kenshin#attack on prime#ao3#fanfic#maccadam#macadam#transformers#tf#what if tfp soundwave came to aop and caused chaos
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For the sleepy promtps: 20 + willex because I want to see Alex absolutely losing it ;D
Also: Please acknowledge my restraint because if I could I would just send all of them for Willex basically so going with only one number was actual hardship!
When Carrie invited them all camping for the simmer, Alex thought she was joking. He double thought she was joking when Flynn happily agreed and said it would be fun.
Flynn, who had once managed a twenty-seven minute rant, seemingly without breathing, about the indignities of mosquitoes.
"Sure, sounds fun," Julie said, and Alex looked at her, betrayed. Julie grinned. "When Carrie says camping, she means going to her dad's lakeside cabin, with air conditioning, the built in sauna, and the hot tub on the deck."
"It has trees! And nature!" Carrie said, like that's what made camping... well, camping. "Besides, it's rather small."
"It's got four bedrooms."
"We're eight people!" Carrie said.
"Dibs on bunking with Bobby!" Reggie shouted, throwing his hand up. Bobby sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah Reg, obviously," he pointed out. "Seeing as the rest of our friends are all couples."
"Oh. Oooooh," Reggie said, staring. "I was just going to say 'cause Luke snores. Tough luck, Julie."
"Hey!" Luke pouted, before realising he could be sharing a bedroom. With Julie. Without Ray or Victoria to supervise. Alex wanted to laugh, but then he looked at Willie and realised oh. Oooooh.
Willie just winked at him, which made him even more flustered.
In the end, they went to Carrie's cabin with the promise to Victoria that of course the girls would all share a room. And okay, maybe he also saw Ray slip Luke some condoms while very quietly telling him that if his daughter came home pregnant they'd never find the body and he'd hate to do that to Mitch and Emily, before giving him a fatherly shoulder pat.
Man, and he thought Willie's Uncle was scary.
He and Willie weren't quite at the condoms and threatening stage yet. At least, Alex didn't think so. Did Willie think so? Was that what the wink was about? Oh god, should he have brought condoms?
He was about to have a panic attack when Willie's hand found his, and he smiled that mischievous sunshine smile at him, and Alex could breathe again. Willie wouldn't be mad if he said he wasn't ready.
After they arrived, they explored the cabin and the surrounding area a little. Luke immediately tugged off his shirt and shoes and ran to the edge of the dock and jumped in the lake, coming out and shaking like a wet dog when he did. Flynn showed them the sauna. Carrie made sure the fridge had been stocked, which was apparently something you could pay people to do if you owned a fancy cabin. Reggie tried to befriend a squirrel.
And then suddenly, it was time to go to bed, and the nerves were back. They brushed their teeth together (because of course each bedroom had its own bathroom), and then went to change. Except as soon as Willie started to pull his shirt off, he blurted out: "I'm not ready to have sex yet."
Willie paused, letting his shirt drop. "Okay," he said, calm and easygoing as ever.
"Yeah?"
"Alex, of course," he moved around the bed to pull Alex in a hug, and he sank into it, relieved. "We don't have to do anything we're not ready for, just because we happen to be sharing a room in Carrie's Love Shack."
"Oh my god please don't call it that."
"Let's just go to bed. I have been looking forward to some uninterrupted cuddles," Willie said, grinning at him.
"Yeah, okay," Alex said, turning around to get his pyjamas. By the time he was changed, Willie was already in the bed. Dang, he missed a perfectly good opportunity to ogle his boyfriend taking his shirt off.
Except when he pulled the covers up to slip into bed with Willie, he got more than just a view of his bare chest.
"Aaaaaaaaahm," he said, and it was like he couldn't stop, so he just kept making that sound until he ran out of breath. Willie blinked, before making grabby hands at him.
"Cuddles?" he asked.
"You're naked."
"I sleep naked."
"I... you..."
"Your pyjamas are really cute though," Willie said, and that just made everything worse. Okay so Reggie had found him a t-shirt with his favourite 90s My Little Pony on it and he used it as a sleep shirt. It was cute. And okay, maybe he had chosen a pair of boxers that made his butt look good to sleep in.
If he'd known this was what he was up against, he wouldn't have bothered.
"Alex?" Willie said, and slowly, painfully slowly, Alex dragged his eyes up away from Willie's, you know, everything.
Of course he was smiling.
"Do you want me to put on some underwear?" he asked gently.
"No!" he said, way too quickly. "I mean... you... you don't have to."
Willie laughed at him, just a little, and he chuckled. Okay, he was being an idiot. But who could blame him, when his boyfriend was there, all naked and pretty and naked.
"Cuddles?" Willie asked again, holding out his arms.
"Yeah, okay," Alex said, sliding into the bed and into Willie's arms like he belonged there. Even though he was naked. Very naked, and now pressed against Alex, their bare legs tangled together. Which was stupid, because they'd cuddled before in like, shorts, why was he focused on that?
"You're thinking about touching my butt, aren't you?" Willie asked him.
"I was thinking about your bare legs," Alex said, honestly, and god why was he such a weirdo?
"Oh my god you pervert," Willie snickered, and just like that, any tension Alex still had left him.
"Shut up and go to sleep," he said, gently headbutting Willie and curling into his arms. Willie laughed and snuggled closer, and they drifted off to sleep.
He did get to touch Willie's butt though. It was a good butt.
#willex#julie and the phantoms#fanfic#I wrote a thing#okay you know I love soft Ray but the mental image was too funny#IS HE JOKING DOES HE MEAN IT Luke will never know#also 100% Carrie thinks a four bedroom cabin on a lake is slumming it#it's basically the same as a tent there's barely any wifi#willie with zero body consciousness my beloved#alex basically bluescreens again that morning when Willie gets up and he Sees The Butt
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ice skater or hockey player au for willex (you pick who does what)
Hiiiiii!!!! Thanks for the ask!!!
Okay, I'ma put them in high school cause I can.
Willie is a competitive figure skater and has been doing it since he was like 6. His uncle owns the rink, so he got to try it young and just fell in love.
Alex's parents are frustrated that he isn't growing out of his 'girly interests' (namely dancing and boys), and decided that of course the solution is to get him into a 'manly' sport(gosh I already want to punch them).
So Alex starts learning to play hockey at the same rink Willie practices at.
At first he's very 'get in, get it over with, get out' about the whole thing, but he discovers that he doesn't really mind the skating. The whole slamming into people and getting hit with sticks thing isn't his jam, but the ice is fun. And... somehow he's actually pretty good at hockey? Not as good as he is on drums, but he's pretty fast and hates getting hit and so is good at getting around people.
They meet when Alex is stuck staying late after practice to put stuff away and runs into Willie, who is there for a practice session. They chat for a few minutes, typical Willex meetcute conversation of gay panic, mild oversharing, and both of them leaving kinda smitten.
Soooo maybe Alex starts staying late more often. And Willie starts dropping by early. And they start joking about teaching the other their sport.
Until it's not a joke anymore and Willie got Caleb to let them have the rink for a couple of hours. Neither of them are all that great at the other's sport, especially because of how Willie is used to having toe picks and Alex is used to not having them, but it's a lot of fun. There is lots of falling.
And when they're packing up to leave, Alex is like, "Sooo, would you maybe want to hang out sometime? Like not here?" Does he want to ask Willie out? Yes. Is he terrified to? Also yes.
Willie is like, "Yeah that'd be awesome... like as friends, or...?" Alex is startled but is like, "It can be a friend thing or a... date... thing. Whichever you want."
And Willie of course says yes and they live happily ever after.
Alex's parents are stoked about how much time he's spending at the rink cause they think he's getting really into hockey.
When Alex is headed out to hang with Willie at the rink, he tells his parents that someone else at the rink offered to help him with his skating, since he started learning so late. It's not really a lie. He just doesn't mention that he maybe kisses his 'tutor' from time to time.
Caleb is excited about Willie and Alex cause goodness gracious his nephew needs to get out more. He loves all the medals Willie wins in competitions of course, but the kid needs a social life. And Alex seems like a good kid.
Sometimes the two of them will go on skating dates and pretend to be really bad skaters just for the heck of it. And then Willie will yell, "Race you to the other side," and they'll both take off like a shot and scare everyone around them half to death.
Thanks for the ask!!! This was so fun! Sorry about how long it got, I got invested in the story...
(Send me an AU and I'll give you 5+ headcanons/thoughts about it!)
#legolas tag#legolas answers asks#willex ice au#no I am not writing a thing#but also Willie totally has keys to the whole building#and sneaks into the kitchen to get hot chocolate for free#Caleb turns a blind eye#he can't really blame the kid after all#the hot chocolate is really good.
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A Chance in Hell Chapter 4
Pairing: Alastor/Original Female Character
Rating: M
Chapter Specific Warnings: Gore | Blood | Violence
Word Count: ~11k
Ao3 link: Here
Prologue < Chapter 1 < Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 <You Are Here>
Shadows Lurking
He couldn’t possibly be serious? Out of all the people he could have called to essentially chauffeur her on this death-sentence of a shopping trip, he just had to choose the one person who already hated her guts? Hadn’t there been something in their deal about him protecting her while she was stuck down here? She certainly didn’t remember there being any fine print about being treated like some sort of hot potato for whoever he deemed fit. Surely this must be some sort of joke.
Unfortunately, the ever present grin stretched across Alastor’s face as he nonchalantly flexed his fingers, casually studying his own gloved hand, said quite the opposite. He fully intended to send her out into the unknown with only a drunken cat in a top hat to protect her. It was maddening. This was hell after all. Surely it wasn’t even remotely safe for her to casually traverse through the city willy nilly, let alone even stepping foot outside of the hotel’s walls. She worked her jaw uneasily, mouthing words that refused to come out of her throat as she stood rooted to the spot.
“Um… Al? I’m not really so sure it’s a good idea to send Gwen here out into town,” said Charlie with a hint of nervousness edging into her voice. She gave a small shrug as she clasped her hands together, lips drawn tightly into an uneasy smile. “Just… all things considered, you know?”
Gwen nodded along enthusiastically. If Alastor wasn’t coming along, how on earth did he intend to safely keep his end of the deal? She’d be dead within minutes of stepping outside with all the potential monsters and horrors lying in wait along the streets. Images of blood splatter and flying chunks of hot flesh flashed through her mind and she gave a shudder. Her heart clenched anxiously in her chest. No way, she didn’t want to be subjected to something like that ever again. There must be some other way around this.
“Oh, don’t you fret my dear,” said Alastor, spinning on his heel to walk back over to them, a gleeful look in his eye as he gave Charlie a pat on the head. “I already have all the little details sorted out well enough.”
Before he could elaborate, a loud stomping filled their ears, echoing up from the stairwell to their right. A very grumpy looking Husk appeared as the footsteps rounded the corner. His feathered tail flicked side to side in agitation, eyes narrowed as they swept over the hall. A sneer pulled at his lips as his eyes locked on target, hackles raised.
“What the fuck do you want now, you son of a bitch?” grumbled Husk, his voice low as his face pinched in frustration. Alastor merely grinned, eyes shining in delight.
“Why, I just needed a small favor, my old friend!” Alastor said cheerfully, throwing his arms wide before zipping over to Husk’s side, grabbing him around the shoulders and dragging him over towards the end of the hall. Their cheeks squished together comically as Alastor pulled him close.
“Haven’t I done enough favors for you by now?” said Husk, an air of exhaustion slipping through his words as his feathered eyebrows scrunched together.
Gwen watched as Alastor threw his head back with a laugh, giving Husk a squeeze. The cat demon’s lips curled into a snarl. A few blue tinged crumbs stuck to the side of his mouth as his teeth bared dangerously, failing to intimidate the man chuckling beside him.
“Oh Husker, you always do know how to make me laugh,” smiled Alastor, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye before releasing the grumbling cat. “Now then, I have a small job for you. As you know, the party date is fast approaching and we still haven’t gotten the ballroom back in working order quite yet.”
“More like haven’t even started,” mumbled the cat to himself.
“So, in order to make sure everything is in tip-top shape for the big day,” said Alastor, bulldozing over Husk’s remarks as he gave him another squeeze and forcibly shifted him to face towards Gwen, “I’m going to have you escort our newest employee out on the town to do a little equipment shopping for us. How’s that sound?”
Husk blinked in confusion, glancing back and forth between Gwen and the demon smiling cheekily down at him. He quickly tore himself from the grinning demon’s side, swatting at him with his claws. A snarl left his lips as he glared up at the taller man. Alastor watched as Husk shook his head in distaste, cocking his own to the side as his smile grew.
“No way, I am not babysitting some random kid just to go shopping for your dumbass party,” Husk said as he jabbed his claw towards Alastor’s smug face, wings spreading wide behind him.
“Ah yes, she will be needing new clothes as well,” Alastor continued as the thought struck him, yet again deflecting any rejection Husk managed to fling in his direction. The cat’s pupils narrowed as his jaw fell slack, eyebrows furrowed.
Gwen dropped her gaze to her shoes as the pair of demons argued. Well, not so much argued as Husk simply flat out refusing Alastor’s request as the latter looked on unphased, a continuous stream of instructions falling from his ever present smiling mouth. The sudden feeling of a hand on her back brought Gwen’s attention back up. She turned to see Charlie standing at her side, a look of concern clear in her eyes. The taller woman gave her an uneasy smile before gently pulling her off to the side.
“Hey, you alright?” whispered Charlie as they edged their way back into the dilapidated ballroom and away from the bickering demons. Gwen glanced up to look upon the singed curtains hanging from the back wall along the stage and let out a quiet sigh. Her hand clenched at her side, further crumpling the list paper in her fist.
What a strange question to ask. Are you alright? How could she even begin to answer something like that? In the simplest of terms, no. No she was not alright. Other than the fact that, as she was reminded so very often of, she was alive, everything else had swiftly gone to hell in a handbasket. Literally, one might even say. Now she was expected to venture back out into the nightmarish world outside the hotel with nothing but a pissed off anthropomorphic cat who she was pretty sure didn’t even care if she lived or died to buy supplies for a party of all things. And what could she do? Say no? Like that was going to matter in the slightest. She had pretty much become resigned to the idea that she didn’t really have all that much of a choice down here.
Gwen glanced back at Alastor and Husk arguing back in the hallway, the sounds of Husk’s defiance reverberating off of the walls into the room. Another wash of shame and embarrassment slid into her belly. The last thing she had wanted was to go dragging more people into her mess. And after the small fiasco this morning, of course the universe would see fit to have her cause even more annoyance to the cat from the bar. She let out a defeated sigh, leaving Charlie’s question unanswered as she chose instead to refocus on her shoes. The hand at her back gave her another few comforting pats.
“Look, I’m not dragging her along alright? I’ll fucking do it myself if I have to, you smiley bastard, but I am not ruining my day by being someone’s fucking nanny,” asserted Husk, lips still curled in detest as Alastor smiled down at him, poised quite calmly. A red tuft atop Alastor’s head flicked and his attention was dragged elsewhere as Husk continued to rant. His smile grew as his eyes slid over the end of the hallway. The light sounds of footsteps trudged up the stairs, unbeknownst to Husk as he continued his verbal assault on the now inattentive demon before him.
Gwen peaked around the edge of the doorway, curious as to where Alastor was staring before hurriedly shoving herself back into the room behind Charlie. Her heart hammered beneath her chest as Charlie shot her a look of concern. Great, just splendid. This was exactly what she needed now during this moment of shame and chaos. Charlie attempted to shift but Gwen only clung behind her harder, determined to hide herself from the impending doom. Cats she could deal with. Liked them even if she was being honest. She could even deal with whatever the hell it was Alastor had going on, but why did it have to be him?
“Come now, Husker, my dear friend. All that I ask is that you run along with Gwen here and fetch us a few supplies,” Alastor said, cutting through Husker’s continued rant, eyes sliding back down to his furry friend. “Perhaps a little bit of clothes shopping as well. Can’t have our newest employee running about in rags all day, can we?”
Gwen looked down at the borrowed dress she had wrapped herself in and couldn’t help but picture Vaggie’s reddened face if she would have heard his remark just now. Instead, a gasp rang out from the end of the hall as her worst fears were realized.
“Did you say clothes shoppin’?” called Angel’s excited voice as he scampered over to the small group building at the ballroom’s entrance. Gwen shrunk herself further behind Charlie, nerves already getting the best of her as her heart pounded beneath her ribs.
“Why, yes I did!” Alastor piped up, his voice crackling with glee. Husk’s face immediately fell.
“Are you fuckin’ following me around again?” he accused, turning around to face the pink skyscraper of a spider demon. His eyes brightened before he turned back around, jabbing his thumb in Angel’s direction. “Wait a minute, why don’t you just make him take the kid?”
“Hmmmm, nope. No can do,” said Alastor with a shake of his head, hair flipping back and forth. His eyes flickered to the side as he reached an arm towards the doorway. With surprising ease he yanked Gwen out from behind Charlie and back into view, hands now clutching at her shoulder. Gwen froze as her eyes trailed up to Angel’s face, her own eyes widening in surprise. “Only a contractual employee of the hotel could be trusted to see to our newest employee’s safety. I do have my obligations, you know. Wouldn’t want the poor dear to get hurt would we?” he finished off, giving her a light pinch on the cheek. Gwen remained motionless, her eyes locked on Angel as her breath caught in her throat.
“Hey, I’m plenty safe!” protested Angel, pointing a thumb to his fluffy chest as he stepped forward, causing Gwen to jerk slightly against Alastor’s grasp. Husk rolled his eyes and gave a huff. “Besides, do ya really want ta send him clothes shopping with her? No offense, but I think if you really want her ta get decked out real nice then someone who actually knows a thing or two should be taggin’ along. I do have the most experience when it comes to clothes.”
“Yeah, maybe with taking them off,” Husk grumbled to himself.
“Ooooh, kitty’s got claws,” Angel said with a smirk, playfully pawing at the air towards him with a wink. “Come on, you know you’d love ta have me along.”
“Oh hell no,” started Husk, defiance rekindled. “I already said I wasn’t going to babysit one kid. What makes you think that suddenly means I want to go with you?”
“Oh come on, Husky,” said Angel with a pout, leaning down at the waist as he fluttered his eyelashes, “We could be like a lil’ family. I could be the mommy, and you could be the daddy~”
Gwen had been wrong. Hell was just as awful as she had always thought. She didn’t think she could get much more uncomfortable than she was right now even if she tried. It was a shame she couldn’t just melt through the floorboards to get out of this situation. Considering the iron grip currently curled around her shoulders, any other attempts at escape were also surely futile. So, instead, she resigned herself to staring down at her own shoes as she tried to calm her pounding heart.
“Oh! Actually that’s a great idea!” called out Charlie, finally deciding to step in. All heads turned towards her at once.
“What?” said Husk in disbelief, upper lip curling in disgust. Alastor smiled in delight.
“Huh? Oh! No, not– Not that,” said Charlie, waving her hand dismissively. “I think it would be a great idea if the three of you went out for this job. That is, if Angel is really willing to help.”
“Oh hell yeah, absolutely!” said Angel, nodding aggressively. “I’ve been meaning ta get some new tops as it is. Helping the little curly fry here get somethin’ new a’ her own would be no problem at all. And, I gotta say, the company wouldn’t be so bad neither.”
“Great!” said Charlie with her hands clapping together excitedly as Husk groaned with a look of defeat clear on his face. “Okay so, I’ll just get Razzle and Dazzle to go get the truck for the rest of the supplies while you three get ready to head out! I think the shopping center downtown should have everything we need.”
“Supplies?” asked Angel, his earlier smile dropping to be replaced by one of confusion. “I thought you guys said we’d be going ta like the mall or something.”
“Certainly!” Alastor piped up, clearly enjoying himself as he snatched the slightly crumpled supply list out from Gwen’s grasp and shoved it towards Angel, “That is, after the necessary supplies to fix up our little problem before the big party day are purchased and accounted for.”
Angel chewed the inside of his cheek as he grabbed the piece of paper, clearly having second thoughts now that the idea of actual work had entered the picture. Husk seemed to catch sight of his sudden change in mood and pounced.
“Yeah, so why don’t you just stay here instead and relax? Don’t want to break a nail or anything like that,” said Husk, almost bitterly. Angel’s eyebrows shot up at this remark before scrunching back down, a new look of determination on his face.
“No way, I’m still comin’,” he insisted, much to Gwen’s dismay. The idea of being trapped in a vehicle of any sort with the long legged spider already had her hair standing on end. She tried to open her mouth but only let out a small yelp as Angel took a defiant step forward, clearly unaware—or perhaps just uncaring—of the smaller girl’s reactions. “What could be so hard about picking up a few, uh,” he glanced at the supply list, “the fuck is joint compound?”
Husk grabbed at his own face and rubbed in frustration. He snatched a hand forward, yanking the list away from Angel as he moved towards Charlie. The irritation had become more than evident on his face with one of his eyes beginning to twitch.
“Okay, nope. No. That’s it,” he said with a huff, “Either I go by myself, or I’m not doing it. I don’t care. I’m not dealing with him, and I’m not babysitting the kid, alright? I can do this by my fucking self. If you don’t like it, then tough shit. And that’s final.”
Husk stared defiantly between Charlie and Alastor, breath coming out forcefully through his nose. Charlie’s eyebrows pinched as an uncomfortable smile pulled at her lips. Gwen could only watch as the uneasy silence grew around them. No one said a word as Alastor’s smile grew, his eyes never leaving Husk’s.
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Four hours later Husk stared blankly forward, eyes not even registering the gaudy poster in front of him as he sat on a small bench in the middle of an overpriced clothing store near the fitting rooms. Large mannequins of all designs stood scattered around the store as they displayed their equally gaudy outfits to the patrons shuffling about. Even with the hustle and bustle happening around him he remained unbothered. It was almost like as soon as ass met bench his brain had immediately checked out, leaving him to sit in silence.
He took a lazy swig from the rather large—and relatively new—bottle of booze he had clasped in his hand. While he sat devoid of thought, Angel zipped back and forth down the aisles. Each of his arms shoved things aside on different racks as he continued his search for the ‘perfect outfit’ that he hadn’t stopped blathering about the second they had entered the shop. He regularly came back with an armful of shirts, pants, skirts, and dresses to model in front of the mirror beside the fitting rooms, lost in his own little world. Every so often he would ask Husk’s opinion who would then give a noncommittal nod or shrug as Angel jabbered on over his response anyway.
They had already been stuck in the store for about half an hour now, practically held hostage by Angel as he flitted about, and Husk had given up any hopes of going home anytime soon. Instead, he resigned to drinking his bribe in apathetic silence. A shopping basket stood next to him, piled high with various clothing items. Fluff, sequins, silks, and other fabrics all spilled out over the sides in a heap. Two small plastic bags sat at the bottom of the cart holding a few less eccentric outfits that had been purchased prior.
Gwen stood awkwardly to the side of the bench, a small shiver still running through her every once in a while despite the overly large hoodie currently draped over her smaller form. A constant itch tingled along her skin underneath the several coats of body paint she had been subjected to before their little trip. The deep gray was a rather jarring contrast from what she was used to seeing in the mirror and had caused her quite a bit of stress. There was no way anyone would buy something as silly as this right? Though, it was nowhere near as uncomfortable as the tail now poking her in the backside from underneath the back of her hoodie. A thin belt held it in place, but unfortunately that didn’t stop the wire from digging into her through her pants every so often. She felt ridiculous. Somehow and amazingly inconspicuous, but ridiculous.
Gwen watched in mild apprehension as Angel continued his onslaught on every clothing rack within his many arms’ reach. Her clothes were already bought and stuffed snuggly into the cart, having been surprisingly easy enough to find. The only upset had been convincing the shopkeep not to do a quick tail hole adjustment to a few of the garments. Turning down free services wasn’t exactly common no matter where you went. Other than that, Gwen would have to mark today’s little venture down as a success. A small sigh escaped her as she leaned further against the wall. Now if only they could hurry and get back to the hotel some time soon. Her eyes shifted as she glanced through the crowd of demons, all in varying shapes, colors, and sizes, as they walked back and forth through the store. The muscles in her legs remained tense as she did her best to remain calm.
“Hey Curls c’mere for a sec,” called out Angel as Gwen passively watched a pair of slithering demons slip by, their bright green and purple scales shining under the fluorescent lighting of the store. Her eyes snapped over to the spider demon calling her from across the store as a pair of his hands waved her over.
Gwen took in a deep breath and bit the inside of her lip, forcing herself to walk forward as she fought off the anxiety threatening to bubble up in her throat. Several times she found herself being pushed against, her feet stepped on, or otherwise jostled against as demon after demon shoved past her without even the decency to excuse themselves. Gwen kept her complaints inward as she trudged forward, using most of her energy not to go running back away from the terrifying demon towering over her. What was she even expecting anyway? It’s not like demon’s would have manners anyway. This was hell after all.
“Jeez, took you long enough,” said Angel as she finally drew closer towards him, managing to wriggle herself out of the crazed crowd shuffling about behind her now. “Now hold still, I wanna see how this looks on ya.”
Gwen nearly jumped out of her skin as Angel reached down towards her, her foot catching on the tail hooked to her pants and causing her to tumble backwards. Angel yanked his hand back in surprise as he stared at her on the floor. Not a single other person paid her any mind as she scrambled to right herself, shoving her hood more firmly over her head as she stood.
“Damn doll, I ain’t gonna bite. Calm your tits,” said Angel in an exasperated tone. “I just wanted to see how this dress here looked on ya. All those outfits you picked out are so damn boring I thought I’d spice it up a bit.”
Gwen made a face, once again looking down towards the ground as she hugged herself around the middle. The anxious buzzing was starting to fill her stomach again, making her nauseous. She swallowed thickly and looked back up again. Angel’s eyes were still firmly locked onto her own, an eyebrow raised.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve even heard a peep come outta you since we left the hotel,” he commented, once again reaching down with dress in hand. Gwen stiffened up and closed her eyes. “Yeah, I thought so. This would look great, we’re gettin’ this too. What do ya think about…” he trailed off as Gwen continued to stand with her eyes closed, shivering ever so slightly.
“What’s wrong with you anyway? Did I do somethin’ to you or are ya always this much of a cold fish?” he finally interrogated, voice sounding louder than before. Gwen opened her eyes to see his face much closer than a moment ago, causing her to jump with a small squeak. “Easy! Damn, why the hell are you so jumpy. I didn’t even do nothin’ to ya. What, are ya that scared of me or somethin’?”
Gwen swallowed the lump in her throat as Angel sent an accusatory glare her way, an eyebrow raised as he crossed his lower set of arms. Her eyes darted all over as she tried to avoid his stare. Angel sucked in a breath through his teeth impatiently and rolled his eyes with a huff as he took a step back.
“Is this about last night? Is that why you won’t talk ta me? You’ve been avoiding me like the damn plague since you got here,” he said in annoyance. “Look, I’m sorry if I scared ya alright? That make it better?”
Gwen continued to stare at the ground. She wanted to speak, her voice getting stuck like gum in her throat as her hands clenched at her sides. Another exasperated huff met her ears as Angel turned away from her, starting to rifle through some more dresses along the rack. After a long moment of nothing but the sounds of the surrounding crowd and the light shuffling of fabrics, Angel spoke up again.
“Okay, seriously you’re startin’ to make me feel bad, cut it out,” he said as he pulled out a few more hangers. “Makin’ me feel like I kicked a damn puppy or somethin’. I said I was sorry.”
Another silence overtook them as Gwen struggled on the spot. Finally, after a beat, a small voice squeaked out of her.
“S…spiders….” she said softly.
“Huh?” asked Angel, bending down with a hand up to his ear. Gwen fought with herself to keep her legs in place.
“I’m… I’m afraid of spiders.” she repeated shakily.
“What? Really?” said Angel with a laugh. “Is that all it is? Fuck, and I thought it was somethin’ I did. You need ta lighten up, I’m not gonna do anything to ya. Well, unless you piss me off anyways.” He finished off with a shrug, comparing the two dresses he held in his hands before discarding one over the rack. Gwen looked up again in time to see Angel bend down with another outfit in hand, holding them over her own clothes as he looked her up and down. His eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face.
“Perfect! Okay, that works. I think we’re all done here,” said Angel, throwing a few more things over his arm before walking past Gwen towards Husk. As she stayed in place watching him, he threw a glance back her way. “You comin’ or what?”
She jumped a bit before following along warily behind him. Her heartbeat seemed to settle down as they both walked back over to the bench Husk sat on, his head now lolled back as he snored softly, empty bottle abandoned on the floor. Angel smiled and bit his lower lip, hurriedly tossing the new clothes into the basket.. He glanced back at Gwen who looked at him in surprise, watching as he pulled a cell phone out of the fluff in his shirt and angled it at Husk’s sleeping form. Angel raised one finger to his lips and gave her a wink before taking the picture. A devious smirk crossed his face as he stuffed his phone back into his shirt.
“Oh Husky~,” he called in a sing-song voice, causing the cat to open his eyes blearily, looking around in confusion before locking his gaze onto the spider.
“What? Are you finally done with your fuckin’ fashion show finally?” he asked in a groggy voice, sitting more upright as he wiped the drool from the side of his mouth.
“Yeah, actually managed ta find quite a few things after looking through this crummy store,” Angel said proudly as he grabbed ahold of Gwen’s arm, pulling her over to his side as she gave a small yelp. “Aaaaand we even found some nice shit for this lil’ cookie here.”
“Crummy? Why the hell did you throw such a fit about coming in here if you thought the store was crummy?” questioned Husk as he stood up, a look of bored irritation on his face.
“Uh, cuz they had a sale? Duh,” Angel said as he poked his tongue out at him. “Now let’s get outta here, I’m fuckin’ starvin’.”
Husk rolled his eyes as the three of them made their way towards the checkout, Angel humming happily as Gwen trailed in the back. The blue haired cashier smacked her gum as they approached and started emptying out the cart onto the countertop. Gwen couldn’t help but stare as the number on the register screen climbed higher and higher. Hadn’t Angel said there was supposed to be a sale?? As the number began to reach heights higher than Gwen’s average monthly rent payment a small amount of sweat broke out across her forehead.
“Um… is-isn’t that a lot?” she asked hesitantly in a hushed voice next to Husk. The cat cast her a lazy glance before looking back at the annoyed cashier currently blowing a rather large bubble as she finished scanning the items. After a moment of deliberation he gave her a shrug, pulling out a wallet from an undisclosed location.
“Probably,” he answered nonchalantly as he slipped a card with the words ‘Happy Hotel Staff’ printed in rather obnoxious lettering towards the cashier. “But it’s not my problem.”
Gwen nodded slowly in understanding as she watched the card go through. Just how rich exactly was Charlie anyway? Considering she was apparently a princess of all things, it probably goes without saying that the answer would be very. As the enormous receipt rolled out of the machine like a ridiculously long snake, Angel grabbed the mountain of bags now stuffed with clothes and hoisted them haphazardly at Husk. Surprisingly, he managed to catch them all without batting an eye, almost as if he were relying on some sort of muscle memory. Or perhaps it could've been considered ‘cat-like reflexes?’
As the three of them finally exited the store and started their trip back to the truck, Gwen’s stomach clenched uncomfortably. It had been hours since she had had breakfast that morning, and the fact that not only had she been running around all day, constantly on edge while having to stick around Angel the entire time, but she had also barely anything to eat within the last couple of days. Her stomach clenched again painfully and she winced as a pretty audible growl emanated from her middle.
Husk glanced down at her as they continued down the walkway alongside the relatively long stripmall. The red pentagram sun was already high in the sky and starting its descent, well past the dawn of the day when they had first headed out. Gwen continued staring at her dark shadow stretched out long in front of her as she walked along. A hand unconsciously drifted up to hold her stomach as she winced, unaware of the eyes looking down at her. Another growl filled the air and she grimaced. Heat flooded her cheeks beneath the heavy face paint slathered over her face as she kept walking, trying very hard not to draw attention to herself. Finally, after reaching their destination, Husk unlatched the back of the truck with a sigh.
“You know what,” said Husk, shoving the bags unceremoniously within the vehicle. He flicked his wrist and flashed the credit card from earlier to the other two, “I don’t feel like waiting until we get back to the hotel. Let’s use this puppy and go get ourselves something to eat.”
Angel’s face practically beamed as a hand pressed against the fluff on his chest, a smile stretching wide across his face. Gwen cocked her head in surprise at this sudden change of pace. Hadn’t he been complaining only about an hour ago about wanting to hurry back already?
“Oh, Husky!” says Angel excitedly, clasping a pair of his hands together while the others raised with glee. His demeanor suddenly shifted and he batted his lashes, looking past his shoulder at Husk coyly. “And uh, will we be having any dessert afterward?”
“I’m not doing it for you,” Husk deadpanned, eyebrows scrunched as he watched Angel’s flirtatious display. “I’m just still fucking pissed that I got sent out on this stupid little trip to begin with. And I’ve decided the booze wasn't enough compensation after having to deal with your ass all day.
“Besides,” he continued, eyes shifting to the side awkwardly as he turned away from the two, “I haven’t eaten anything since that uh,” he let out a cough, “uh, fuck I don’t know when. So, either come with me or fuck off. You too, kid.”
Gwen blinked at her sudden inclusion. With her stomach rumbling the way it was, she would be a fool not to follow along. So instead she found herself scurrying along to catch up with Husk as Angel easily walked past her. Curse him and his long legs.
They wound up in a small fast food joint down at the end of the strip, the smell of greasy burgers and fries heavy in the air as they stepped inside. Gwen’s mouth watered at the smell even as her eyes squinted from the harsh light piercing her eyes from the bulbs above. She was starting to wonder if maybe bad lighting was just some sort of theme down here, or if maybe they were just on the cheaper side of town. Of course, it was hell so really it was anyone’s guess. The decor was just about as appealing as well with its dark and dreary tiling and clashing orange walls. Gwen averted her eyes and stared down at her shadow just to give her eyes a break as she followed behind her two chaperons.
After getting their food and settling at a table, further towards the back of the small dining area so as not to draw attention to the very non-demonic presence in their group, Gwen couldn’t help but smile. For a place like hell, so far the food didn’t seem to really be all that bad. Which, given the circumstances, she figured should be mildly concerning. She always thought hell would be full of things like rotten cheese or pig guts or something. If there even was a hell anyway. Honestly though, she couldn’t really bring herself to dwell on it as she stuffed another fry into her mouth. The day was already turning out way better than she ever thought it could and she wasn’t about to complain about something going well for her for once.
She looked across the table to Angel and Husk who were engaged in their own conversation, something about some new movie Angel had seen that he was keen on getting Husk to watch as well. Husk seemed mildly uninterested but hadn’t refused outright. In fact, Gwen could’ve sworn she even saw a smirk pull at his lips when Angel bumped his shoulder, practically whining as Husk rolled his eyes. She expected a lot more resistance, or even an outburst or two with the way Angel was carrying on like this. Though, now that she stopped to think about it, he had actually been relatively calm the entire time they had been away from the hotel. Sure, perhaps a bit irritated, but she didn’t think he had shouted a single time during their trip. Weird…
“Alright, alright fine. I’ll watch the stupid movie if it’ll make you leave me alone about it already,” said Husk with a grumbling sigh of defeat as he reached for another onion ring. “But I ain’t paying for it.”
“Don’t worry babe, I got you covered,” Angel said with a wink while Husk’s lip curled irritably.
“Don’t call me that,” said Husk as he threw the ring into his mouth. Angel just smirked and shrugged his comment off.
“Yeah, yeah,” said Angel, waving his hand dismissively as he brought his soda straw back to his lips and took a sip. He raised a brow as his eyes landed on Gwen watching them from across the table. “Uh, hey Curly Fry, you got a little somethin’ on ya shirt there.”
Gwen blinked as he addressed her, looking down to find a rather large ketchup glob resting on the middle of her stomach. She let out a gasp, standing abruptly. Her hand went for the napkins piled along their food trays before Angel tapped her it away.
“What are you doin’?” he almost laughed. “Like hell some napkins are gonna get that stain out. You’re just gonna end up rubbin’ it in more.”
“What, what do I do?” said Gwen in a panic. Her initial memory of blood against her clothes finally fading from her mind as she tried to come up with a way to scrub the offending condiment from her borrowed hoodie. Vaggie was going to be so mad. “I… I gotta wash it or something.”
“Well, I mean you could try I guess,” said Angel, “They got a bathroom over there in the corner.” He pointed over her head as she flinched out of habit, still not quite used to his many limbs.
Without even stopping to think, she scrambled over her chair and bolted to the back of the room, ignoring Husk’s calls as she burst into the thankfully empty single bathroom. She quickly locked the door and dashed to the sink. Yep, it was pretty bad. The ketchup was already starting to darken as she flailed her arms in a panic before rolling up her sleeves.
She quickly twisted the sink handles and grabbed a fist full of paper towels, wetting them and beginning to scrub the ketchup away. A dark shadow was left in its place as she redoubled her efforts. She groaned as the wet mark only grew larger, the deep red patch in the center refusing to shift. As she continued scrubbing, her eyes caught sight of a lighter color flashing in the corner of her vision. Gwen stopped and looked over to the sudden appearance of the unknown object only to realize that it was her own arm that had caused the distraction.
Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she realized what she had done. Her skin shone brightly against the deep gray paint now speckled unevenly across her hand and arm. Crap. Okay, no need to panic. She stuffed her hand into her front hoodie pocket and slid her sleeve back down. A shaky breath escaped her as she studied herself in the mirror. Now she just looked awkward, her dark curls sticking to her face from the anxious sweat she had broken out in underneath her hood. She grimaced at herself in the mirror. There wasn’t really much else she could do.
A sudden knock nearly made her nearly jump out of her shabbily painted skin.
“Hey Curls, you alright in there?” came Angel’s voice from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, I uh,” started Gwen as her eyes locked on her image in the mirror before hurrying over to the door, opening it slowly. Angel smirked as she stepped outside, towering over her as he looked at the wet spot splattered against her front.
“Well damn, I didn’t expect you to take a fuckin bath in there or anythin’,” he said with a laugh. His smile dropped and his laughter cut short as Gwen hesitantly pulled her hand out from the front pocket of her hoodie. She let out a squeak as he suddenly shoved it back inside, crowding around her and grabbing her around the middle.
“What the fuck are you doin?” he hissed as he looked around them to see if anyone had noticed. “Are ya tryin’ ta draw attention ta yourself?” Gwen silently shook her head, eyes wide.
“Good, just —I don’t know, keep your hand in your pocket or somethin’,” Angel said in a hushed whisper before shuffling them both back over to the table.
“What’s going on?” asked Husk, eyeing Angel’s hand gripping Gwen’s wrist suspiciously. “Did she get hurt or something?” he sounded more annoyed than concerned.
“Not exactly no,” said Angel, dropping his voice back to a whisper. “But the little genius here decided it would be a great idea ta go and wash her hands.” Husk’s eyes widened as Angel pulled Gwen’s hand partially out of her pocket for him to see.
“Shit, dammit kid,” hissed Husk as he got up from his seat, already making his way towards the exit. “Okay yeah let’s head back. I don’t wanna deal with this right now.”
Gwen swallowed thickly as she was all but dragged outside of the store. It was just a short walk back down to the end of the strip and then she would be safely back on her way to the hotel. Then if she was lucky—and Alastor didn’t suddenly come up with any more errands for her to run—she would be able to sit back and relax for the rest of the day. She cursed herself for her stupidity as she was pulled along down the walkway. It was really just one thing after another with her lately. Oh who was she kidding? When was the last time something like this wasn’t happening to her?
As if to further rub salt into the wound, a sudden harsh shove to her side ripped her out from Angel’s grasp and sent her tumbling into the concrete. She winced in pain as her arm twisted, landing on her side. Her good hand pushed her back up off of the ground as she tried to register what just happened.
“Hey what the fuck buddy, we’re walkin’ here!” shouted Angel as a smaller, swamp colored rat looking demon scampered by, flipping them off with a sharp-toothed grin. “Why you little mother fucker!”
Gwen froze and looked up in horror as another set of arms abruptly stretched out from Angel’s sides below his second set, his face set in a rage. The flash of a gun had her scooting backwards hurriedly before her back smacked into a wall. Her heart hammered in her ears. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!
“Angel for fuck’s sake put that thing away!” snapped Husk, reaching for him as he turned to look at the rat eyeing them down at the end of the parking lot. Angel wrenched his arms away from Husk, his eyes locked on target. His teeth seemed dangerously close to breaking with how hard he was clenching his jaw.
“No way! Maybe if that fuckin’ yuck got a bullet in the ass he’d learn some fuckin’ manners!” Angel yelled back, struggling as he continued batting Husk away from him while Gwen sat wide eyed on the ground.
“You dumbass, what about the kid??” spat Husk, taking one more swipe at the gun in Angel’s hand and jostling him. A sudden blast echoed out from the barrel as Angel fumbled with his grip, eyebrows shooting up his forehead. They both froze on the spot as smoke billowed out from the tip of the barrel.
Over in the distance, the cheekily smiling rat swayed on the spot, finally flopping onto his back as a stream of blood flew out from between his eyes. Angel gave a triumphant laugh and pumped his fist. A sudden punch to the side of his arm caused him to flinch, letting out a curse.
“Fuck, what was that for?” said Angel rubbing at the sore spot as he held his gun protectively to his side away from Husk.
“What are you doing going around shooting people when we’re supposed to be keeping the kid away from that shit??” said Husk harshly between clenched teeth, hands raised in exasperation.
“What?” said Angel before looking down to see Gwen sitting on the sidewalk, curled up with her back against the wall and her hands over her ears. “Ah, fuck. Shit, you’re right. My bad.”
A yell in the distance made them look up in surprise. Standing at the end of the walkway stood another rat demon, eyeing them with his fist in the air. His beady eyes stared them down while he bared his teeth, ears pinned back to his head in anger.
“What, you want a piece a’ me?” yelled Angel before receiving another smack from Husk. Angel hissed and flinched away from him, shooting him a glare.
As Angel and Husk settled their squabble, Gwen looked out towards the other demon at the end of the strip, eyeing them all with a finger pointed in their direction. Suddenly, another one popped up next to him, darker and muddy in color with a knife held between his teeth. Then another with what looked to be a pistol. And then another. And another. And another. Each brandished their own weapon as they popped up near the end of the parking lot.
“Uh, guys…” said Gwen weakly as the hoard of smaller demons grew larger, more than making up for their size as some scampered out from the alleyway behind the stripmall. A rumbling chatter of angry voices reached her ears as Husk and Angel continued to bicker amongst themselves. “Guys!”
“What?” Husk and Angel said together as they looked down at her. Gwen pointed in the distance, causing them both to follow her gaze in time to see the hoard of demons now heading their way.
“Ah shit,” said Husk, quickly dragging Gwen to her feet and shoving her at Angel. “Get her the fuck out of here, go!”
“Wait, where the hell are you going??” yelled Angel as he grabbed ahold of Gwen, hoisting her flailing body into the air.
“Someone’s gotta get the fucking truck,” he spat as he ran off to the side and out of the line of fire. “Now get the fuck out of here with your long ass legs, I’ll catch up!”
Gwen let out a shriek as she was suddenly smushed up against Angel’s front like a koala, face buried into the fluff under his shirt as he clutched her to him. His other free arms pulled out another set of guns as he bolted away down the path. As they skidded around a corner a spray of bullets whizzed by them, blasting a few chunks of brick from the building out onto the sidewalk. Angel shot back a few rounds of his own as he sprinted away from the mob hot on their tails.
“Shitshitshitshit,” hissed Angel as he almost ran out onto a busy street, snagging an arm around a light pole and swinging himself back onto the sidewalk. His fingers clenched into Gwen’s curly hair, keeping her face hidden from the line of fire. He darted forward down the sidewalk between other passersby as he let loose another string of curses. Another round of blasts sounded out from behind them and Gwen yelped, holding on for dear life.
“‘Scuse me, move it, outta the way!” yelled Angel as he pushed himself past the crowd of demons walking along the sidewalk as the band of rats rounded the corner after them. Gwen peaked over Angel’s shoulder as she was jostled around and nearly screamed. A mass of the furry demons were rushing through the crowd behind them, knocking several others out of their way while some of them took to jumping up over top, running on shoulders and bouncing over heads. A large rust colored rat with sharp yellow teeth hissed as he leapt off the horns of a purple scaly demon in the crowd, aiming a shot right at Angel’s head.
“Duck!” shouted Gwen, practically yanking him by the neck in a fright. He let out a choked noise as he stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet as the shot flew by over their heads. Another shot rang out as he stumbled forward.
“Fuck, careful will ya?” said Angel as he tried to regain his balance, legs twisting together as he tried to hesten his pace. He shot a glance backwards and fired off another round of bullets, spraying a wall of the rats as they jumped towards them. Blood and bits of flesh splattered against the other demons unlucky enough to be caught in between them.
“Angel look out!” cried Gwen.
“What?” said Angel, looking down at the girl strapped to his chest only to see her frightened face trained forward.
Another group of rat demons could be seen down in the distance, heading right for them.
“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me!” yelled Angel as he fired into the crowd in front of them. A few screams rang out as other demons jumped out of the way. Looking back and forth between the incoming mobs, Angel bit his lip. “Fuck, okay, hold on tight Curls.”
“Wha—” started Gwen before her voice cut into a scream, finding the both of them running straight into traffic. As Angel weaved between cars he kept firing at the enemy now fearlessly following them into the middle of the road. Cars swerved around them as Angel pumped his legs, jumping and sliding between the screeching and blaring blocks of metal death boxes on wheels. A few clicks sounded as he reloaded, jerking his head forward as a loud crash blasted in front of them. Gwen turned her head to see a crumpled, red mass of car tumbling straight for them and let out a shriek, clenching her eyes shut. This was it, she was gonna die.
Her body suddenly tugged downward as if all of her weight had been sent crashing into her lower half before a strange weightlessness took over her. A vast red sky greeted her as she peaked out from Angel’s chest. The cars were nowhere in sight. Hurriedly, she snapped her head in all directions only to find that they were some probable 20 odd feet up in the air above the street. Her voice caught in her throat as she stared down at the ground fast approaching.
Instead of concrete however, a loud clang sounded as Angel’s feet touched down, a couple arms wrapped securely around Gwen as another arm braced himself against the car roof that they had landed on. A laugh erupted from Angel as he whipped his head back to the massive car wreck behind them. His body swerved as the car below them stomped on the gas.
“Take that ya filthy little bastards!” yelled Angel triumphantly, shaking one of his guns in their direction. Gwen shook against him as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin buzzed with anxiety as her mind whirled, already feeling motion sickness from flying down the road on top of the car. Their moment of peace didn’t last long however as Angel’s smile dropped, his whole body tensing. “Ah, shit.”
A large black van decked with bullet holes swerved around the wreckage, tires squealing as several rat demons leaned out the window, yelling obscenities and aiming their guns. Angel cursed and took a step back before lunging off of the car as the van sped after them. Horns blared and metal screeched as the cars in the road swerved left and right as Angel hopped along their roofs, firing back at the onslaught of rats driving after them.
A sudden crash sent them flying through the air as the car they were riding on smashed into another. The sudden impact jostled Gwen from Angel’s grip and she found herself freeflying out into traffic. Instead of the harsh smack against the pavement she was expecting, however, a sudden explosion of black shadow ripped itself up from the ground, latching onto her as Angel went flying past. A loud clang of metal sounded behind her as he smacked into a parked car on the edge of the street.
Slowly, Gwen found herself lowered to the ground as warm tendrils of black slithered against her skin and sank down back onto the ground. The shadow slipped under her, leaving her shivering with her eyes wide in disbelief. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. What the hell was that??
“Angel??” shouted Gwen, turning on the spot as her mind raced back to him. A low groan met her ears as she spied him a few car lengths away, sprawled on the ground with his legs in the air.
Her eyes shot back up at the sound of gunfire before she could run to him, seeing the black van of rats fast approaching. She took a hesitant step backwards, legs shaking as she watched the van speed towards her. Movemovemove! She was frozen to the spot, watching in terror and unable to run.
Suddenly, a voice called out in the distance and broke her from her trance. She stumbled backwards, turning to see Husk speeding towards her from the other side of the road in the large truck. Gwen took a step to run towards him but stopped as cars raced around her, leaving her stranded in the middle of the road with Angel unconscious and well out of reach. Husk yelled again as he weaved through the panicked traffic, eyes on the black van still speeding her way.
As Gwen turned back to the van, another loud blast of bullets sprayed out towards her and she fell to her knees, covering her face in a last ditch effort to save herself. The pain never came. She breathed a shuddering breath and slid her hands from her face. An enormous wall of darkness greeted her as she peaked beyond her hands. With a yelp, she fell backwards onto the road in a fright, quickly shuffling away from the unknown apparition. Several shining metal dots floated about in the inky mass like glitter in a lava lamp. Then, without warning, the bullets shot outwards at full force straight towards the speeding van.
The sound of shattered glass and blown tires echoed out as the bullets slammed into the van, ricocheting off the metal and piercing into the cars swerving by and sending bright sparks flying into the air. Gwen watched as the van jerked back and forth, the eyes of the rat demons inside bulging as they tried to turn away from the wall of shadows looming over the road. A few jumped through the windows and rolled off out into the street as the van veered dangerously to the left. Rearing up on its side tires, the van finally crashed down onto its side as it spun out on the road.
Loud metal screeched as the van slid down on its side, sending its remaining occupants slamming around like clothes in a washer as the vehicle rolled straight for her. Gwen watched in awe as the shadow raged forward like a black tsunami, grabbing a hold of the van with a deafening boom. A sickening crunch rang through the air as the shadow suddenly compacted around the van like a fist. Then again, and again, crushing and smashing the metal as easily as if it were a wad of paper, spraying blood out of its sides and out onto the road below. What was once a massive vehicle was all of a sudden reduced to nothing but the equivalent of a recycled soda can.
Dropping the small metal cube, the shadow pulled back, slimming and shrinking until the mass of tendrils slithered back towards Gwen. She sat frozen, eyes locked on the shadow as it crawled closer, finally morphing and mixing with her own before disappearing entirely. She gaped openly, slowly raising herself up to stand on her shaky legs.
She hesitantly lifted her feet, eyes still wide with shock as she glanced between her own shadow and the large wreckage of cars and blood littering the street before her. The sudden slam of a car door brought her to her senses and she turned to see Husk running towards her around the other abandoned vehicles. As he ran towards her, she looked back out into the street, still trying to comprehend what had happened in such a short amount of time.
“Fuck,” Husk panted as he caught up to her, grabbing ahold of her sleeve and looking at her all over. “You alright kid?”
Gwen looked back to the ground again and then back up, unable to quite focus on anything in particular before giving a small nod. Nothing on her was broken. No open wounds or bruises that she could feel. Her eyes drifted back across the street as a tuft of pink fur caught her attention. Realization struck and she bolted from Husk, running over towards Angel as he grabbed at his head, letting out another groan.
“Angel!” she cried, kneeling down next to him as he opened his eyes.
“Augh, fuck my head,” he groaned, rubbing his temple as he shoved himself up off the ground and onto his knees. Gwen sat warily in front of him, an unconscious hand reaching forward. “Shit!”
He suddenly jumped up into the air, spooking her as he landed on his feet, turning in all directions. Husk reached them as Angel started frantically searching for his guns.
“Hey, dumbass,” called Husk, grabbing his attention.
Angel stopped to look at him, finally taking in the brunt of their surroundings. A small fire had broken out in the distance, eating away at the spilled gas and other fluids soaking the pile of cars smashed together off in the distance along the road. Several cries and screams were still echoing throughout the damage. He gave a low whistle, eyes still flickering about in search of the danger he had last found himself in.
“Wait, did we lose ‘em?” he asked as Gwen stood next to him, dusting herself off. She grimaced at the flecks of blood coating the bottom of her hoodie. So much for getting rid of that ketchup stain then.
“Just get your ass in the truck,” sighed Husk, looking over towards Gwen and nodding for her to follow. She glanced back at Angel who was still holding a hand to his head, gazing around at all the wreckage surrounding them. A small crowd had started to gather now that the commotion had finally died down. Angel sucked in a breath as he started walking towards the truck, a hand scratching at the back of his head.
“Man Charlie is gonna be so pissed."
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“Jesus Christ this place smells like shit,” complained Blitzø, a hand pressed against his nose as he, Millie, and Moxxie trailed behind Loona down a filth encrusted back alleyway. Leaking garbage bags spewing maggots and trash lined the crumbling walls, interspersed between empty lots filled with scraggly, dirty, roughed up sinners and demons of all sorts. Moxxie kept his hand firmly on his pistol as he walked arm in arm with his wife. Being an imp this far into sinner territory always came with some risks. For one, they didn’t have the lovely convenience, or inconvenience depending on how you looked at it, on coming back from the dead over and over again for all eternity. One unguarded neck later and you would be spewing your life out onto the ground, never to get up again.
“Any luck yet there Loony?” called Blitzø, probably for the twentieth time that day. Loona closed her eyes and grit her teeth with a huff.
“Maybe if you stop asking every five fucking minutes, I’d be able to concentrate long enough to find something,” snapped Loona, her tail bristling as she whipped around to face them. “If it wasn’t for the fact my own ass is on the line here too I wouldn’t even be doing this right now. This is so degrading,” she spat under her breath, turning her back on them as she continued stomping forward.
“Love you too, sweetheart!” said Blitzø, cupping a hand near his mouth like a megaphone. Loona groaned and rolled her eyes.
At the very back of the group, Moxxie was busy twisting his head in every direction, an uncomfortable buzz running up and down his back. Millie looked at him with concern as she slid her hand up his arm to hold his shoulder comfortingly. He tensed at the contact.
“Moxxie, hon, are you gonna be alright?” she asked, giving his shoulder a squeeze.
“Yeah,” he responded with a shudder, letting out a breath before placing his hand over his wife’s. “I just want to get out of here already. I hate being this far out of the city. Do you know how many diseases could be among all these sinners lying all over the place?”
“Well maybe if you would’ve kept your hands off your dick and kept an eye on our literal only ticket to keeping our fucking jobs we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Blitzø yelled back at him. Moxxie sent him a glare as he picked up his pace, barely being held back by Millie.
“I told you, I was shot, sir,” Moxxie repeated, throwing an arm out in disbelief. “I was a little preoccupied with trying to keep my insides where they were supposed to be. I didn’t lose it on purpose!”
“Oh you can’t fool me,” laughed Blitzø. “Don’t act like you don’t constantly complain about your fucking job like its the hardest thing in the goddamn world.” Moxxie’s eyebrows furrowed in a look of indignation.
“I do not!” he retorted. “And why in the heck would I purposefully do something that would get all of us in put in danger over something as stupid as that, even if it were true? That’s suicide!”
“Would you two shut the fuck up already?” yelled Loona from down towards the end of the ally. “I think I found something down here!”
“Oh hot-diggedy-damn fuckin’ finally!” cheered Blitzø as he raced down the cracked and crumbling pavement, splashing a puddle of satan knows what onto a pair of sinners talking amongst themselves against a wall in the alley.
“Oh crumbs, I’m so sorry,” panicked Moxxie as he and Millie hurried after their boss, pausing to unceremoniously wipe the mystery fluid from the couple’s faces. He gave a sheepish smile before scurrying off again as the two cursed after him.
As Moxxie and Millie stopped in front of the mouth of the smaller alleyway cutting between two of the broken down buildings their jaws dropped. The walls shown dark and dingy red with what appeared to be blood painting every surface. A headless body lay motionless at the center of the small space, the only signs of a struggle present in the rather large hole torn through their clothes, exposing the rusty fur of their back. Moxxie held a hand to his mouth, dry heaving as the putrid smell in the air hit his nostrils. Even Millie’s lip curled as she waved a hand in front of her face.
“Holy shit that’s awful,” remarked Blitzø as he followed Loona around the body, sneering with his fingers over his nose. “This guy must’ve got fucked the second he dropped into this shithole. Augh that wreaks.”
Moxxie swallowed the bile in his throat as the smell of the mixture of decaying flesh and the living world filled his lungs. He hadn’t smelled something so bad since the time they infiltrated a human morgue up on the surface. As Millie walked to catch up with her boss, Loona sniffing at the air in search of any sign of the book, Moxxie carefully sidestepped over the puddles of gore to join them.
“Oh damn, this guy must’ve really lost his head,” said Blitzø, laughing at his own joke as he picked up a relatively large rusted fuzzy ball. Moxxie nearly shrieked as he realized what Blitzø was holding.
“Oh don’t be a puss’ Moxx,” scoffed Blitzø with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve been such a fucking downer this whole trip. In fact, it’s gotten pretty unbearable.”
He laughed again, wiggling the bear head playfully while Moxxie stared back in disgust. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice groaned between them.
“Oh Christ on a stick it’s alive!” shouted Blitzø, fumbling the large fuzz ball before drop-kicking it away from himself. It hit the wall next to Moxxie’s head with a wet sounding crack as he leapt out of the way at the last second.
“Guys, look at this,” said Loona, grabbing their attention before another argument could break out. All three of them turned to see her holding a piece of red and black fabric of some sort in her hand.
“Uh, sweetie, I hate to break it to you but you’re gonna need a way bigger rag than that to clean up this mess. It’s like Carrie gave birth to a fucking period baby all over the place,” said Blitzø, raising a brow as Loona facepalmed.
“No you dumbass,” she said in irritation, stomping forward to shove the rag under his nose. He immediately gagged, snatching it away from himself. “Your stupid boyfriend’s stench is all over that damn thing.”
“He is not my—” Blitzø started before hacking again, holding the rag as far away from his face as he could. “Wait what did you say? Well then the book must be close by! We’re fucking saved!” Loona rolled her eyes and shook her head, causing Blitzø to cease his cheers.
“Did you not notice something else wrong with this picture?” she asked seriously, gesturing at the scene surrounding them. Blitzø squinted his eyes, bringing the rag back to his face before looking back at the ground. He coughed again as the smell hit his nose. Then, as if a light suddenly went off inside his brain, his eyes popped open wider and his jaw dropped.
The smell of the living, the dead body blasted to bits, the book nowhere to be found among the wreckage, leaving behind only the smell of its presence on this one single rag. There was no other explanation.
“Holy raging horse cocks a human’s got the book,” he said, throwing his arms into the air and releasing the rag. It landed with a sickening slap right into Moxxie’s face.
“Well then let’s get to interrogating these bastards until one of ‘em coughs it up,” said Millie, already ready to start working her way down the alley.
“No Mills, I don’t think you understand,” said Blitzø, turning to her in a panic. “Your precious little fuck toy over there managed to break the big one. Rule numero uno. Some living, breathing, slimy bastard from up top got ahold of our shit and blasted this poor fucker to bits. Congrats Moxx. You personally set a live, murderous, psychopath of a human out into hell, armed with a book of unfathomable power. What the fuck have you got to say for yourself?”
Moxxie’s eyes bugged and he wheezed as his boss’s words sank into his brain. He looked down at the body still lying motionless before them, clearly having been easily overpowered by some unstoppable force. The book was still missing and now they had an even bigger problem on their hands. Someone found it. And apparently—and unfortunately for them—that someone knew how to use it.
“Oh crumbs.”
#hazbinhotel#hazbin hotel fanfiction#my fanfic#alastor x oc#alastor x reader#original character#hazbin hotel oc#violence#blood#gore#woops accidentally posted to the wrong blog first lol#now everythings all caught up to what I have posted on ao3
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Do you remember sending me an anonymous ask telling me to stop tagging RWDE in my posts because you were upset?
You sent me anonymous asks twice, defending RWDE.
Now tell me...why on earth are you accusing other people of sending anonymous hateful asks to themselves, when you have literally sent anonymous asks to the very people you are accusing?
Do you even hear the cognitive dissonance in this?
Do you want proof of the first time I was impersonated?
I can provide not only a Twitter Link, but a Tumblr post. Where the person who accused me later acknowledged that it was an imposter.
Or you can embrace tunnel vision and think that any time you've sent me or somebody else an anonymous ask, that person was sending them to themselves and it was never you?
If you believe anything about somebody you don't like, then you will fall for everything.
Now my friends and I are working on building up evidence to prove my innocence. that person already accused them of being me.
But then again, you refuse to believe that anyone would defend us. That bias of yours is why you are so deadset on believing the worst of others.
Drop the tunnel vision. Drop the hyperfixation on the bias. And start trying to see if impersonation is possible.
I'm going to try find a way to prove how those discord screenshots were doctored.
uh, no, I do not remember that. If this is Canonseeker talking,
A) everything I said to you was off anon
B) I didn't tell you to stop tagging rwde, I made a generic post saying that posts tagged "anti rwde" still show up in the rwde tag, making it so the tag is flushed with hate, when it was created to avoid hatred and vitriol from people like you who harass anyone with a different opinion, as well as me letting y'all know if you tag with "anti rwde" instead of "antirwde" then rwde folks will see your posts and you may not have wanted that
C) come off anon yourself
D) Uh did you mess up that last sentence? Cause yes, your discord screenshots were absolutely doctored and very obviously fake. Oh, or are you trying to "prove" the post calling you out and debunking your lies was doctored? Cause, no... you're just defaulting to your oldest tactic: when accused, respond with "no, YOU did that to ME" even though that does nothing to counter the proof already exposed about you (you also just did that when going "well someone impersonated ME so you can't accuse me of making fake accounts!")
E) you're the one who targeted me, sending yourself anon hate and tagging me in it with "THESE ARE THE PEOPLE UR DEFENDING??" when I had clearly stated several times that I did not defend hatred or harassment of any kind. You then started tagging anyone who agreed with me in this hate, even after I asked you to stop.
F) what happened to your asks/replies telling me I'm "one of the good ones" who makes "thought out and kind critiques"? What changed besides me calling you out for the harassment and bullying you've engaged in for years?
G) That's not what hyperfixation means. Look it up and learn about ADHD before throwing the term about willy-nilly, please
The only part of this ask I'd potentially be willing to take at face value is the part where you got upset for me claiming you send yourself anon hate. You're right, that's something I don't technically know. (idk why you assumed whatever anons you're referring to are me). But there have been enough instances of you clearly pretending to be someone else, including a time you've ADMITTED to having done so. Regardless, even if you didn't do so, that doesn't undo any of the awful stuff you have verifiably done. Countless people have shown evidence of your lies and hate, and I wanted to believe they were wrong, but that time of hopeful ignorance has passed.
I am an understanding person who gives the benefit of the doubt, as well as second, third, and hundredth chances. I want to see the good in everyone, including you. Time and time again you've shown that if we give an inch, you take a mile, and use our kindness to further harass anyone who dares stray from your own opinions or interpretations. And I don't mean 'harass' as in 'sending a mean anon', I mean repeated hate, slander, and block evading, making fake accounts just to continue trying to make people's lives miserable, etc. I tried to give you a chance and extend that opportunity for you to listen, grow, or change, but you won't admit any wrongdoings, and that's a nonstarter.
[If you're not seeker, I have no idea who you are, and as such do not know where to go from here. Come off anon or message me privately if you're someone else, and I'd be more than willing to have a conversation with you about this.]
PS: Something funny I've laughed about many a time -- even after all that's gone down between us (aka you being hateful and lying about me and me explaining to no avail since you refuse to read), I'm still on your list of positive rwby blogs to follow. Which is extra funny, because you linked that list in your answers to hate anons you tagged me in, going "here are some GOOD rwby blogs to follow" with me on it. As amusing as it's been, I'd like to be removed when you get the chance.
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There's a few things that we're going to go over these people are venomous snakes to each other in their pukes weekly and still stand for much but this guy is going down the river and it's for what he was doing and he's doing now:
-he has five outstanding warrants on him as John remillard in Charlotte county three outstanding warrants as John dreamillard in punta Gorda and known aliases and unknown aliases they want him in any format
-this these cases coming up are criminal it's a huge deal for president to go to criminal trial it's like an impeachment and it has almost as much weight and impeachment will follow it's a few convictions and he's out and he's going to be sued if not health in contempt and arrested for not paying in New York City and I said it today I'm not going to accept that and it's already ticking that you have to pay out by a certain amount of time still and it's one month which is coming up pretty quick and it is and we think middle of the month then he's going to go to jail. As it is the prosecutor once July 8th for the big case in Florida tampering is the election. And he also is going to jail on Monday for not paying his taxes in town he harassed her son Non-Stop about that. And those are send money he owes our son money for taxi withheld in too much about $45,000 from HMC construction and $10,000 from James Corp he had them do it $5,000 from Bob borghetti when he was doing the account that's $8,000 and it looked and saw him and he did elsewhere he couldn't touch back till so he started screwing with George and George said what is he is a mental patient running the mental patient house and he heard George say it and the fat slab Aaron threatened our son Aaron at HMC and he said I'll have you killed and he was saying it back and all sudden he's dead I said there good day don't come back either you come back we're going to ruin you inside your head with a egg beater and he started saying I got to get back at him isn't here comes again you got killed and he started getting hit in the head and people tell you what we're going to do to you yeah whatever I mean whatever whatever you're dead stay there for a week or you're dead. So you hear this crowd yelling at him hey pinata and he started having him yell and yell and at Aaron Mike he knows I'm supposed to go to the mental hospital or they're going to kill me you have only minutes to decide and it's just saying I can't stand this so maybe we should wait to you get your house and pull you out of there to make you feel better can you start going I can't stand this at all and he says he's going there so and he didn't and they're going I think it took a wrong turn there buddy and also sudden they started hitting him he's going this seems very serious and they cracked his head and Dave came by with a brick and that's what we saw. Is it going on for quite a while now he says how about that John Gallagher and his bicycle and nothing like hitting you in the head cuz you're f****** around with everybody with medicine. It kind of translates to his idiot wife sister but hey you know she doesn't care.
-so there's this court case it's starting up and the prosecutor has named a date and the article is done by the trumps and so he told the prosecutor can you pick out anything that's illegal here not even just wrong so he goes up to the newspaper people and he says you're supposed to get wrong on purpose and that's a crime and this is you're not giving us a chance to change the date and I said you better take it they're going to laugh and laugh then you going to hate the s*** out of them but mostly laugh at first so they're sitting there smiling and they start talking to him so you can't just change the date in the news and then tell the prosecutor you're trying to manipulate the public to change the date and threaten the public too and they did read it right and they said this who the hell are you to say that stuff to us and the public and he says I'll just move him down like the home Depot truck check the springs his Prince and they arrested him because he should be in jail and it's not a laughing matter because he's dressed up as Trump now they didn't do that part but they have it as evidence and other cases are starting to bleed into other ones is going to come out of this huge bum and humiliating embarrass the country and nobody really cares because other countries still have to do a whole bunch of stuff and it's really the max and right now he's sitting there pissing in the wind saying it's max they're having to do it so husband he's trying to get something I might look like a Mac and he's laughing he's laughing and said I wonder if it's his program and it says going no he said you're a rebel right you like imitating them and he's saying this is irritating I should be irritating you're supposed to say stupid s***. Well here Terry cheese and saying they here and he's saying why don't you shut the f****** you f****** loser and you can hear it on tape in a couple minutes and it's going to go around.
We Trace that incident in the parking lot to Trump and he's threading our son with violence and he had a lot of people and we started killing them off there's a huge number of people who are going after him now and we will take care of them they're trying to bother him and harass and we're going to take him apart few things you should know the guy is a huge a****** and he's bothering him for real and we need him out
Thor Freya
Olympus
I want the stuff posted he's going to show you and he's going to get arrested for it
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WIP Game
Rules: In a new post, list the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!
(I'm doing my notes on my phone because I haven't organized my computer yet. I was trying to work on it but I got distracted by Steamboat Willie okay)
(warning: there's a lot. this goes back years)
DW fic ideas
Travelers Carrie - protocol alpha
Yuletide: Midnight Mass
Yuletide: Travelers
???
Master & Mickey
How to queer an apple
Barbie cinematic parallels
Icarus
Yuletide: Spirit World
Yuletide: Avenue 5
Yuletide: Khaos Komix
Dream blue goo
Yuletide: Only Murders
Yuletide: Monkey Prince
Red Text
Gain Infinite dramatic irony with this one easy trick! Audiences love to hate him
Yuletide: Stargirl
Yuletide: October Daye
Yuletide: Usher
Yuletide: Song of the Lioness
Yuletide: Harlivy
Yuletide: D'vana/T'Lyn
A poem
Exchampion fixer
Omegaverse Tim
Grimm
Goncharov
Jaytim pregnancy
Exploding Baby
Carry on
Billy & Theo
Danny Constantine
Jason Swap
Children under ten must be accompanied by monkeys
New Note
Bundtgate
Dick time travel
Read
Battiest season
Frederick the Frog
Godcoffee
spn charmed
CoBro Ben Glenroy
Dick/Garth identity
Xanthippe
Laura & Gerard
Bingo
That's the way the cookie crumbles
Memory Wipe
Ric & Dami
Gordyverse
Psychotic Dick
A Bet's A Bet
Xanthe/Cass
Billy and Constantine
Black Adam, Jason Robin rewrite version
Clockwork balcony
Three
Monkey 12
Dream about ghosts
Jasonfam beyond
Therapist
Monky busy other history
Monky busy Lori convo
Monky busy Dami convo
Snarry time travel
important dc characters
Val Yor
People keep asking me if I've ever met Black Captain America. I have!
All the Company Equipment
Ric & Dami
Kamala and Minhkoa
Smallville Confidant Lex
Batfam beyond
420
Timber Robin suit
Other Damian
TimBer
There's this legend, among my people.
The Prince and the Guard
Clex
Lex
Evil twin
Baby Jason
N
Pizza guy
Kara/Alex
Wait, this thing is powered by magic?
Starman
Hogwarts trans student union
DC Covenant
Batman Dynasty
Aboveboard
Who the hell is oz
Harley and rats
DeltFall
Peter
Sterek
Necromancer Danny
Failure. Retry?
Survey of Doom
Freely given
Wizardbot
Magicians
Monkeyland
Monkeyland 2
Sandman
Family Dinner
no capes billy
deaged Jason
when she smiles
joker junior
Terry
In the case of Caroline Hill
Magicians
Castle
Fake dating
Quentin harem
You're drunk Patricia go home
Kate and Katie destroy the world
Monkey crossing
Annabeth medusa
Qaf
Dark knights of superbat
Kryptonian sex ed
Jon coming out
Graysons live
Gotham soulmates
Dick time travel
MCU Jason
Della
Fetch a pail
Draco mpreg
Harleycest
Sylvester Lance
Green Dye
Yelena
Pennyworth
Wolfdog
Sexy werewolves
who you really are
Xanthippe
Paige Tico
Lost prince of winter
Dav-el
Love Story
Spike
Master
Sparkles Mcvillain
Even More Bones
some of them have more to them than others! I tried to skip the ones I already posted but I think a couple of these are finished things I just never published anywhere
#look i said something#feel free to ask about ANYTHING I love my random notes#some of them are headers for even more notes inside! it's like a matryoshka of never finishing anything!
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