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Hotel owner with a gun~
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realmofvoxtv · 1 day
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What Should My Au Be Called?
I think with some posts I have upcoming, I should probably settle on an au name.
If anyone wants context: In this au when Vox invited Alastor to join the Vees, Alastor said yes. So, in this au Alastor is in the Vees. HOWEVER, he still disappears for 7 years and someone still owns his soul.
Within this au, Alastor's new Vee name is Vintee~ (as was decided upon by a poll). (This name is a mix of the word VINT-age, with an ee~ ending).
Explained au names:
The 4V's: A pretty simple au name. Alastor is a member with his own Vee name.
Voice and Visual: This references how Alastor/Vintee is the RADIO demon. Even with the updated tech, he still hosts radio. However, he and Vox would also host podcasts together. Alastor would also occasionally appear on Tv with Vox and the other Vees. So, the Vees have both Voice and Visual media.
V&V: This name references how throughout this au Alastor's/Vintee's relationship with the Vees will be shown and explored. With Alastor/Vintee being the most stable with Velvette. Alastor/Vintee having a REALLY complex relationship with Vox. And Alastor/Vintee and Valentino.... mostly tolerating each other.
Vin & Vox: This name again references how complex and important Vox and Alastor's/Vintee's relationship is in this au.
Shattered Vees: This au name references how after 7 years of Alastor being gone. The Vees are kind of broken. Especially Vox. (Be on the lookout for a post coming out soon. Cause that will show you how Vox coped with thinking Alastor may be dead. Hint hint: He didn't.)
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demonic0angel · 8 months
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Hotel AU
Jason groaned, holding a military grade field dressing to his wound as he tried his best to walk faster. Gunshots rang behind him and instinct allowed him to dodge, but one bullet still managed to graze him by the shoulder. It only made pain flare up worse, but Jason just sucked in a breath through his teeth and toiled onward to get to safety.
His comms buzzed in his ear, but no one was available at the moment. Jason still muttered a soft, "Requiring backup."
No one answered.
Jason, for an existential crisis-having moment, wondered if he was gonna die again.
Just as he thought this, a hand grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into another building.
Jason cursed and pulled out his gun with his unfortunately injured hand and pointed it towards his assailant, but then paused.
He had been pulled into a beautiful, first class looking hotel area.
"What the..." he started, before he turned.
An enormously tall woman smiled down at him. She was outrageously beautiful, with long red hair tied into a ponytail and a neat uniform covered by an apron. "Welcome, sir, to the Phantom Hotel! You seem to be in need of some assistance, would you like some help?"
Jason felt eerily calm and level headed, even as he bled all over the floors. "... that'd be nice." He said gruffly.
"Right away, sir." She said with a smile. She waved to someone over to his side and continued to speak. "I'm the co-owner of this hotel, you may call me Jazz. May I get your name for registration?"
Jason still didn't freak out yet. "Registration?" He echoed, as he took in his surroundings.
The hotel was beautiful, with tall ceilings, marble floors, white walls and candle chandeliers that glowed with dim lighting. People that didn't look like Gothamites milled around the lobby and sitting area, all relaxed and chatting amicably. There were a few that were dancing to club music. There was a noticeable bar in the corner of the room that looked unstaffed but was conspicuous in its size and black coloring.
"Yes, sir." Jazz said. "I assume that you're staying the night? We offer breakfast in the morning, and drinks are free all night!"
Jason was silent for a moment. A person wearing a similar uniform to Jazz, with a dark green vest and dark colored apron, approached them and immediately got to bandaging Jason's wounds.
Once again, Jason did not freak. He felt oddly calm, and in the back of his head, he knew that he was safe here. His gut instinct was to collapse on top of Jazz and take a nap, strangely comforted by her presence.
"... why am I so calm?"
Fuck it. He decided to just voice his question.
Jazz giggled. It was a cute noise. "Why wouldn’t you be? There’s nothing to worry about. We're the same, after all!"
Jason blinked. Then he turned to her as the attendant stepped away with the medical box, Jason feeling all healed up, and he said, "Is a night here free?"
"For you? Yep! Everything is free here."
Jason gave a nod. "Then I'll take a room with a single bed, please. Breakfast is free?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great. The name's Jason Todd."
Jazz smiled, a sparkle in her eyes that made Jason feel all fuzzy with warmth. "Very good, sir. Your room number is 312, on the third floor. Here's your room card." She handed over a plastic card that was procured out of thin air but Jason didn't think about it.
He was mentally exhausted and being in her presence made him feel like he was going to drop and fall asleep on the floor and still wake up refreshed. It was so disconcerting that it was almost not disconcerting.
Jason eventually found the elevator, though not without lingering a little around the area. The vigilante in him was telling him to be careful, even though everything else inside of him couldn't give less of a damn and was telling him to kick back and relax. Jazz, after registering him, had gone to the bar to prepare drinks.
She mixed together alcoholic concoctions amidst a small crowd and the more Jason stared, the more it seemed like the dim light was hiding something. People looked like they were wearing ragged clothes and a lot of them had dark stains. There were quite a large amount of old people as well, along with people with seemingly missing appendages.
The last two details wasn't a bad thing, but the amount of them seemed like a hint to something bigger.
When Jazz made eye contact with Jason, she gave a sweet smile and a little wave, and that was Jason's signal to leave.
He got into an elevator, went to his room, and practically sank into the cloud-like bed before he basically knocked himself out. That night, he had never slept so well.
When he woke up, his body felt rejuvenated and he almost felt peppy. It was as if his previous irritations were only bad days and he had finally struck on a good day for once.
He washed up, miraculously found his wounds all healed up, and when he went to take a shower, his clothes were found on the sink, all washed and patched up. Even his helmet had been cleaned and fixed, pristine like the day he had first gotten it.
Jason could've been more suspicious.
But to reiterate, he couldn't.
Everything about this place was like a mother's hug. It was comforting. It made him feel safe. He felt like there was nothing to worry about and although a small part of him found this alarming, he really couldn't explain why he decided to trust it.
When he came down the elevator for breakfast, he was astonished.
Last night, the hotel had looked elegant and high class. Now, in the morning, everything looked warm and homey.
The various large rectangle tables had turned into small round tables that were densely packed together. The floor was a cool blue carpet and the walls had turned a shade of cream. The ceiling had shrank, but now flowers and vines grew from it, dropping from the ceiling with bright blossoms. The bar had been replaced with a little coffee area, with a young man behind the counter, currently taking orders.
The people sitting around and eating their breakfasts looked different in morning light. They glowed with faint shades of blue and green.
Jason paused to take in the sight, considering this information before he shook it off and approached the counter.
The man, after noticing him, immediately went to the cash register with a large smile on his face. "Hello!" He said cheerfully.
Jason immediately noted the similarities between him and Jazz. They had the same heart shaped face, the same ethereal beauty to them, the same nose and smile. This man, however, had bright blue eyes and dark black hair that swept over his eyes.
"What are you drugging me with? I'm way too comfortable here." Jason blurted out.
The man paused. And then he burst out laughing. Jason couldn't help the few snickers that fell out of his throat too, but they both quickly calmed down and the man explained softly, "We're not drugging you. You're just comfortable here because it's where you belong. Don't stress too much."
He continued to smile reassuringly. "Call me Danny. I'm the owner. What would you like to order?"
Jason's eyes flicked to the menu and then he said, "A California club croissant and a caramel latte, please."
"Coming right up, big guy!"
Jason moved a little bit away to the side so that other people could order.
He couldn't help but contemplate what was going on, but it was a little hard to think being this close to Danny's presence. The urge to fight against his soothed mind and the urge to just relax were warring, but unfortunately, his latter side was winning.
If Jazz had seemed comforting and like a hug, then Danny was the blanket, fireplace, hot chocolate cup and book on a cool rainy evening. It was like Danny was his missing piece that just sucked out all of the fear, misery, and rage inside of him.
It was almost crazy how Jason didn't want to retaliate against them at all.
"Here you go, Jason." A voice interrupted him and Jason looked up into crystalline eyes before something was pushed into his hands.
Jason looked down at his order and then up again. "Thanks."
Danny smiled. "No problem! You're pretty freaked out, huh?"
Jason shrugged. Then he thought about it and he asked, "Can I leave?"
"Of course you can." Danny said. "Come back anytime. For someone like you, you have the opportunity to come by anytime you want."
Jason nodded wordlessly and then, with his order in hand, he started walking to the door.
For one last time, he turned and met Danny's eyes. Danny smiled cheerfully, his eyes squinted in happiness. He gave a big wave and Jason returned it before he put on his helmet and pushed past the doors into the open air of Gotham's polluted and smoky world.
The rose glasses fell off and the pink sparkles faded away with each blink.
Jason stared dumbfounded at his own state of body and mind, as his siblings and family all screamed into his ear frantically, begging to know where he went and how he was.
Jason could only stare at the gray, listless world around him and wonder if he had imagined everything.
"What the fuck?"
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lvnesart · 5 months
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Ajax stumbles onto a quaint little hotel with his family, almost gets murked by a not-cannibal (hes HOW old??), falls in love and does the only sane thing a man in love would
Halloween au i wish I couldve done more for
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whinychimera13 · 7 days
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My b I like to shoehorn my oc into every tadc au I can get my hands on fjhskdhskd
Haunted Hare Hotel AU by @welcome-tothe-harehotel / @an-albino-pinetree!!
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mega-punani · 2 months
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Can we have more of the hotel au? I’m in love with them😍😫
Sameee I fuckin LOVE the hotel au (even though I only have scraps-) (Context)
Hotel Au! Tit-Bits:
-Sans is sooooo two-faced when it comes to you. He's all smiles and charm when you are around, but when you leave he's super passive-aggressive and sassy. -Papyrus has a bunch of pins from all sorts of different things that he likes to put on his hat and his vest. He also fuckin loves epaulets, makes him feel professional and fancy! -Blue is always chipper and kind to guests and gets hella tip money. He always ends up spending it on you or a new set of wheels. -Stretch is hella good with his hands and is a beast at various gambling games. He's also incredibly lucky and can let it get to his skull at times. -Red laughs every time drunk guests make a fool of themselves. He thinks it's fucking hilarious and will full-belly laugh if someone stumbles or tries to get violent with him. But when you get drunk, he adores it and will carry you around. -Edge is like the strict manager who makes everyone turn in their invoices and stats at the end of the month so he can crunch numbers. Bro has a super serious face when he presents paperwork but he's wagging his imaginary tail when you thank him for his hard work. -Wine is such a fucking girl boss, gatekeep, and gaslight. He will be so fucking blunt about tasteless things and will spend hours picking or making an outfit for you. -Coffee spends a lot of time staring at the cameras like that scary monkey from Toy Story 3. Literally looks like he's gonna fall asleep anytime, but in reality, bro is making sure nothing is goin on. Bro has Red on speed dial. -Black is like the Gordan Ramsey of hospitality. Sure he's super blunt and an asshole, but he is actually impeccable when it comes to customer service. He has a sharp grin and a fake ass voice, but people will eat it right up. -Russ makes you so many cocktails. SO MANY COCKTAILS. Bro will make it all fancy with dried lemon peels and ice balls. Will set your drink on fire for the oohs and ahs. Will also hella gossip with you. -Bear makes a dish based off of something that made him happy this week. Without him realizing it, all of his specialties were inspired by you. -Cinnamon is probably one of the only skeletons that actually like dealing with people and their bullshit. He is always kind and speaks carefully so as not to insight any rage. But also, he is so lanky and tall that he looms over everyone. Probably why people don't tend to test him.
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druzsea · 7 months
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wow look at this real (fake) '70s glam rock vinyl i found in my attic
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gracegrove · 7 months
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Steve and Billy running a bed and breakfast on the Cape or some such other location with waterside views.
It's truly a quaint little place. Three stories, ten rooms. A sprawling lawn and a little gazebo draped in trumpet vine. Full breakfast service 5 days a week and dinner service every Wednesday through Friday evening 6-9pm. A cocktail hour Wednesday through Sunday with a full bar.
Their best season is the summers of course, winter is the down time. But every once in a while business picks up. Usually some time after Billy and Steve have had a huge row and Billy has taken it upon himself to deface the B&B sign out front. They made national news once... "Haunted" and "NOT" and "fucking" painted overtop of the gold scripted Welcome letters on the wooden sign. People were disappointed that the B&B wasn't actually haunted, but they did enjoy their stays nonetheless. No thanks to Billy. Or actually thanks to Billy....
There was also an incident with Steve wanting to mount a taxidermied marlin on the wall behind the front desk. Billy threatened to get the red paint this time... he won and the marlin disappeared.
However, Steve managed to hire a "French" chef right under Billy's nose. "He's as French as I am..." Billy cracked. The chef was Quebecoise, but they weren't supposed to talk about it.
Robin was hired on as their bartender and Heather agreed to come on as their concierge after Steve and Billy kept trying to out-argue each other over who had the more accurate directions to give.
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newsies00weirdo · 1 month
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Two Bruh’s Chillin’ in A Hot Tub (Five Feet Apart Cuz They’re Not Gay!) 1️⃣
I got the idea from Some newsies vines and I was like “Race, Spot and Albert are so filming Jack and Davey” so… yeh here. MODERN AU NEWSIES JAVEY AND SPRALBERT PART 1️⃣ (don’t judge. First fic on tumblr.
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“POOL” Les cried, excitedly when the Jacob’s family had arrived at the hotel they were staying at. “Les, it’s like, nine in the morning and we JUST got here.” Sarah told the boy, who’d stared at the hot tub like it was a piece of candy.
David Jacobs, the taller one to Sarah’s left, had laughed at the hyperactive kid that was his brother. In all honesty, he just wanted a day where no one talks to him whatsoever. He doesn’t think that’s what’s going to happen, but it’s fun to dream. And when that dream gets shipped away on the Reality Boat, you say ‘goddamit’ because that realization hits you. That realization hit David when they’d gotten to their room, and the people above them were jumping around or something.
This was going to be the longest week EVER.
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Jack Kelly, on the other hand, was having the best time of his life. Race, his brother, was jumping on the bed like some kind of animal and he didn’t mind. Charlie sat in the corner, chastising Race for being rude to the people downstairs.
He wasn’t unhappy, he was… unsatisfied. Jack just couldn’t find out what to paint. It had been three days and nothing. No inspiration. There’d have to be a miracle to get Jack to paint.
“Why don’t you paint Santa Fe? You’ve done it millions of times before” Charlie suggested after Race FINALLY stopped monkeying around.
“It’s just, not what this canvas needs right now. Charlie? I think I have writers block” Jack said after a moment of silence.
There was a gasp that went beyond the room. ‘Dang it, these walls are so thin’ Jack thought. ‘I’m gonna alert the authorities if someone can get in my phone because I talked to loud.’
“Did I just hear the Great Jack Kelly, lost his natural aptitude for a day?!” Albert says in the room next to them.
“Well, Jack-be-nimble-Jack-be-quick lost his ability to paint!” Spot laughed.
“Shut up, it’ll be back in about an hour!” Charlie retorted and the others stopped. “But seriously, why are these walls so thin?!” Spot asked.
Jack was told by someone on the plane, Katherine Plumber? Well, who ever it was said that the man who owns this hotel is rich, and he basically tries to buy the cheapest stuff. Bless Katherine’s heart, because he now has a witness when he goes to court. +=+=+
David could hear the people above him talking about ‘artist block’ or something like that. But who is Jack, and what the heck’s going on up there? Guess he’ll never know.
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Well actually he would know in a couple of days when he’d happen to run into this Jack.
And David, might be the cure to his artist block.
but that all depends on fate, and I am god.
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marlinspirkhall · 1 year
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There were only 60+ beds
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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 months
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Mix & Match - MSV 2024
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Written for @zhie!
I was given 5 possible pairings, so I wrote 5 pairings...sue me!
Either way, here's my fic!
🏩Mix & Match 🏩
Pairings: Finrod Felagund / Gimli, Glorfindel/Thranduil (Tolkien), Finrod Felagund | Findaráto/Thranduil, Finrod Felagund | Findaráto/Glorfindel, Finrod Felagund | Findaráto/Thranduil/Glorfindel
Words: 10 500
Warnings: Kissing, nudity, frottage, handjob, blowjob, anal rimming, anal stimulation, anal sex, threesome...It's an MSV...I mean...
Please enjoy! <3
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I wanna do the inverse of covering Jax in lipstick marks: I wanna kiss him so much that I get blood smeared all over my mouth ❤️🩸
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Great, now you’ve made him excited-
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realmofvoxtv · 4 days
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Vee Alastor AU (Name Announcement+More)
So, a while back I posted a poll about a Vee Alastor's name. And the most voted name for a Vee Alastor was.... Vintee~ (VINT from Vintage and an EE~ ending).
I also wanted to mention why I chose this name and didn't even list some names for the poll.
Why did I chose Vintee?
It was the most voted name from the poll.
It's a play on the word Vintage (which tends to refer to something older). Why would Alastor's name reference being Vintage? Especially when the Vees seem to like being "new" and "updated"? Well, at least in my experience. Vintage doesn't always mean horrible, I feel like it's often applied to something valuable from the past. (Like say a certain radio host).
Why didn't I go with Valastor or Venison?
1. (In regards to Valastor) I wanted to avoid confusions from people who are looking for ship art.
2. (In regards to Valastor) I wanted a name that could also have a somewhat cute short nickname. Velvette has Vel, there's Val, and Vox's name is so short he doesn't need one. (This is also handy for any later comics I make.)
So if Vee Alastor was named Valastor? Imagine all the times they would call for Val, only for Valentino and Alastor to both respond. (I will say I might make a comic on an idea like this, we'll see.) Also, in universe I feel like the Vees, ESPECIALLY VELVETTE would like a name that when short is still recognizable and maybe even marketable. (Velvette has gotta get around character limits y'all)
3. (In regards to both) I'll be honest, I felt like they didn't sound too great (imo). Especially Venison as a short nickname. (Just Ven).
But Vintee? Has a somewhat cute nickname, Vin (from VIN -tage aka Vintage) or maybe even Vinn (V + Finn). And if Valentino is feeling like testing Alastor's temper, Vinnie or Vinny.
And if Vox or Velvette want to tease him a bit. I could see them calling him Vintage (referring to how he is the OLDEST of the Vees). And Velvette calling him by his full name while he's fighting Valentino or Vox is  something she would do (Note to self: another drawing idea!)
WHAT'S NEXT?
Hopefully, once I'm done with some practice art (which is Zestial). I'll finish what the four Vees logo/symbol is. AND IT WILL have Vintee/Vee Alastor.
Speaking about needing to be marketable. Alastor may have a different color scheme. Maybe one that goes well with Vox and (HOPEFULLY) makes him stick out more from hell.
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Person A was staying at a five star hotel with their legal guardian as a graduation gift for being the top student in the gifted school/valedictorian, but comes back from hanging out at the pool late at night to find their guardian not in the hotel room. Person A doesn’t think much of it, but the next morning, they’re woken up by Person B, a very rich person that Person A’s guardian met at the bar, talked about the ward’s accomplishments too, and Person B offered their guardian money in exchange for Person A being given to them. Person B needs a smart and gifted business partner/fiancé/secretary/etc. And so Person A’s guardian took the money offered and ran off, leaving Person A financial dependent on Person B to survive, and so more willing to give in to Person B’s demands. Person A if horrified at first, but soon starts to develop feelings for Person B as they learn more about them.
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auideas · 2 years
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hello can you give me some ideas of an au, like a YouTuber au?
Love it! To give it a little more applicability, let’s expand it to influencers and content creators in general:
(Please note that while we encourage writing fanfiction, please write about the characters that influencers may portray and not the people themselves as many have not consented.)
Moving can be a stressful enough situation as it is, but that’s only made worse by Character B’s new next door neighbor (Character A) who (for some godforsaken reason) keeps yelling “BLUE IS SUS” at all hours of the night. The noise is bad enough, but it’s like they already hated them or something. This whole situation is made just a bit worse when out of the blue (pun intended), Character A knocks on Character B’s door and basically demands to film a vlog in their apartment because it was “cleaner” and they “had a bunch of plants which proved they were responsible.” Even IF Character B somehow agrees to let them film over at their place JUST THIS ONCE, that had to be the end of it...right?
Character B has been a chronic “mod hopper,” jumping from one streamer’s moderating team to another streamer’s moderating team and so on and so forth. It seemed like their hopping days were over when they found a particularly small streamer (Character A) whose community just felt like home. Two years later, the previously small streamer seems to have exploded in popularity, competing with some of the greats of the greats. All was well and good until one fateful night: Character B was doing some online shopping while their streamer’s eventful game of Valorant played in the background when Character B pasted their own address into the shipping box and hit enter. Puzzled, they looked at the screen; the boxes were still blank. They trailed their mouse over to their other monitor and realized in horror that they’d pasted their address in their streamer’s chat to almost 70,000 viewers. TL;DR -- Character A comes to Character B’s rescue and fends off their overexuberant fans.
Being abroad in April 2020 was supposed to be fun, but it really just wound up with Character B being stuck in a hotel (where they didn’t speak the language) for quarantine for an indefinite period. They had everything they needed, so it wouldn’t have been the end of the world...that is, until the hotel became overbooked and they stuck an influencer (Character A) in their room, citing it as an emergency measure. Oh, there'd be an emergency alright, especially if Character A didn't stop filming live shows at 3 AM two feet away from Character B's face.
There’s a recent adage that says “when the world ends, everyone will record it on their phone.” And, well, there may be some truth to that, even if there’s a little twist. Character A (a YouTuber well-known for their cinematography, drone shots, and vlogging expertise) and Character B (a research facility assistant) attempt to navigate the apocalypse and accurately record the last moments of humanity.
Being an influencer made Character A some decent money, but not enough to compete with inflation. So, as a bit of a side gig, they decide to post some...racey content...on a specific site (with their face cropped out, of course). Their new partner (Character B) knows about their side gig and supports them, so it’s never really been a problem...that is, until Character A comes over to meet Character B’s parents and both seem to blush way, way too much. It’s almost like they recognize Character A from...not their face?
IT support at a popular tech outlet certainly isn’t very glamorous, but Character B really just does it for the paycheck and employee discounts (having a massive rig at home doesn’t exactly pay for itself). One day, this person (Character A) comes in and asks for IT support on their rig which seems to be on the fritz. After helping them fix their problem, Character A goes on their way...only to come back the next day with another issue. And the next. And the next. It’s gotten so bad that Character B just gives in: “okay, you having to drive out here every time you have an issue is driving me up the wall. Just, take my cell number and text me if there’s a problem, okay? We can FaceTime and I can walk you through it. Saves a ton of hassle.” Character A practically beams and saunters out of the store. Less than 5 seconds later, a text appears on Character B’s phone: “I think I may be broken; would you mind turning me off and on again sometime?”
Character B makes a living as an ethical hacker, testing larger company’s firewalls, running security checks, etc. On the down low, though, they offer some other slightly darker services. One that they’ve been hired to do repeatedly was to hack another person’s device and delete a recently sent message, either from text, email, apps, etc. On Tuesday night, they get a message from their page from a throwaway account asking them to do just that: delete a snapchat that was sent to the wrong person. This seemed like an easy enough task, but as soon as they saw the information attached, they realized the truth: the throwaway account was their best friend’s partner, Character A, who had accidentally sent a snapchat that admitted Character A had cheated on Character B’s best friend. This would seem like a fairly normal situation, but Character A had 10 million followers...so, what chaos can be wrought?
Character A knows better than anyone that being an ASMRtist isn’t all it’s wrapped up to be. The hours are long, the work can be exhausting, and you feel like a therapist a lot of the time. To try and help themselves feel better, Character A decides to do some research into how they can better relax. They come across cuddle therapy and they’re intrigued; after all, it’s basically ASMR but with touch, not sound, right?
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mega-punani · 2 years
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Okay, so idea. Reader is a witch that specializes in necromancy and raises a bunch of skellies from the dead 2 help them around a motel for monsters. One thing goes 2 another and suddenly that tiny motel turns into a giant Vegas style hotel. And ur skelly employees are more than happy to work for you for as long as you are kickin it :). (Of course u pay them though)
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