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dany36 · 9 months

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after months of putting it off i finally finished xc3 future redeemed with 25ish hours in yaaaay time to put this thing to rest with some extremely junk thoughts below (with spoilers of course)

i gotta be honest, i wasn't really looking forward to playing through this dlc ever since it was announced. it came out in...what? april? may? i forget, but it was around the time that i was playing the dlc for horizon and then i think totk dropped after that and i just kept using that as excuses to not pick it up and play through it. plus i wasn't a fan of the design for older shulk (yeah yeah i know inspiration from dunban but idk just personal preference that i didn't vibe with it) and well rex is probably my least favorite protagonist tied with the dude from tales of arise (lmao i forgot his name), and really overall i didn't care to play as them again, so i mean not the most perfect material for me to look forward to.

anyways, some positives:

-seeing colony 9 again was cool but the excitement to callbacks to places in xenoblade 1 kind of wore off in xc3. so when i heard the original colony 9 overworld music it didn't make me flip my shit as when i would see references to it in the base game. it was more of a oh that's cool i guess. same with valak mountain even though when i played DE i was so excited to see it again.

-might be because it was a dlc and the world wasn't as unnecessarily huge and empty to explore as in the base game but i actually was having a better time exploring this world than the base game's. finding relics and containers was actually useful and rewarding (and necessary i'd say!) this time around instead of finding your nth useless drop-off container or whatever those things were in the base game that i just stopped bothering to pick up.

-oh in comparison to finding and sending of husks which i again lost incentive to do very early in the game, finding city survivors was better because at least you would get to see colony 9 grow etc.

-the chain attacks are still as fun as ever and FR is no exception. it was great hearing the chain attack music again!

-i felt like the bosses were harder this time around? alpha kicked my butt several times before i was able to beat him. i mean i certainly didn't have the best gems (sorry, not gonna go farming!) and didn't unlock all the slots for accessories/gems/affinity growth but it was a nice change having to be on my toes and carefully plan my chain attacks instead of just doing whatever like i would do in the base game lol.

-glimmer actually? sorry that your dad is rex but your healing powers saved my ass so many times in the last battle that now you get an honorific mention. like...this girl was just ON. TOP. OF. IT. i'm a bit confused about the instrument theme that she had going on though--was this an xc2 reference that i'm forgetting or something? like did pyra/mythra really like music? lol. anyway i really liked her and nikol's friendship and the bits that we got to see of it, it's why i never changed their unity combo because they are besties and they always attack together :) OH and that sidequest that ends with A volunteering to teach glimmer how to play the lute was cute, especially since that sometimes you get to see them practicing together at rest spots. i wish we had gotten more types of those sidequests but well, can't have it all i suppose.

-A. i was very wary about her character starting the dlc but she actually ended up growing on me, design-wise and battle-style wise. her friendship with matthew was interesting and i liked how she would compliment matthew's wild and reckless side. idk not much to say here other than i thought she was cool despite me being judgement about her character initially lol.

-matthew. pretty fun protagonist. it was like having reyn as a protagonist except with a bit more smarts. again i was wary about his character starting off but his personality as a protagonist was refreshing and he was pretty fun to play as, too.

the negatives:

-the secret locations were...pretty lame? they were in the base game as well so idk what i expected. i'd get to a secret location and i'd be like oh....is that it? i don't remember xc2's secret locations or how they'd compare but i know most of the time xc1's would get a little bit more of a reaction from me.

-the affinity scenes oh my god. they were so boring and meaningless to watch most of the time. i think i watched at least like 80% of them and there wasn't really anything that would make me look forward to watching them like xc1 future connected's. i think in one of them you're just talking about the fighting machines that they're building in colony 9? or looking at a tomb?? like idk i certainly wouldn't feel like i was growing my "affinity" with any of the party members! plus the fact that they were just like shots of the scene you were looking at instead of seeing the characters interact (like with FC's) would just make them feel even more souless. idk maybe i'm just so jaded about this whole thing now but i just didn't really feel it when shulk talked about fiora at the overlook park or dunban outside of his house. i guess it also doesn't help that he's talking about them with people who don't know anything about his world so that must be weird to him too. so i mean idk i'd always look forward to the heart-to-hearts in xc1 and affinity scenes in FC and here it was just like maybe one or two that i was like "wow i'm so glad i got to see this!"

-ok this is pretty random and i'm not sure it's a negative but i was just reminded of this when talking about the previous point: towards the end the whole party is walking together towards prison island and within earshot of everyone else shulk is talking to A and he's like "hey, A, when I refused to become a god..." like lmao imagine being nikol or glimmer and hearing THAT sentence. like WHAT hahahaha like SIR what do you mean!!!! anyway!!!

-na'el. i'm sorry but...why am i supposed to care about her again other than she is matthew's sister? she likes kids and likes to play the piano? unlike N who i got to sympathize with after learning his origins, i never really cared much for na'el and actually was like "whatever lady, i don't care much for you!" whenever she'd show up, so i wasn't able to really to connect to matthew's struggle or whatever. like i know she's supposed to remind us of N/moebius with her being like "i don't wanna fight anymore i just want things to stay as peaceful as they are RIGHT NOW in the city!!" but idk i never found her character to be too sympathetic or interesting for me to care about, so her whole thing was just....pretty weak to me which is kinda bad considering how much of the game seems to revolve around her.

-again this isn't exactly a negative but one thing that confused me was that i'm PRETTY sure matthew mentions the queen of keves being imprisoned in the castle, which is something that nia also mentions when you rescue her in the base game. so is the reason why shulk and them are not worried about that atm is because...of the truce...with Z...and...alpha being the main threat?? i mean I GUESS but unless i misunderstood (not sure because as soon as i heard that i was like uhh HELLO??) it just seems kind of weird knowing that melia is captured (unless matthew meant the "fake" melia which to him would be the "real" one since he wouldn't know) and they're just like yep!! that's right! she's imprisoned! anyways.

uhhh this is getting way longer than i wanted it to be so i'm just gonna wrap it up and say yep, that was A DLC alright. i mean again this is just me being jaded but after i finished xc2 and saw that they were trying to connect xc1 with xc2 i was just like...why lol. considering how i thought xc1 ended pretty well?? i just never really cared about how this whole thing would connect, so i don't really remember ANYTHING about xc2 other than how much i did NOT enjoy it, i never played its dlc because i didn't care about the lore. while i was playing the dlc i know some xc2 stuff flew right over my head, and i'm rusty on my xc1 lore, but again, xc2 disappointed me so badly that i just never really bothered to keep up with the overall lore. i enjoyed some parts of xc3 yes but after i finished it i was never like oh i hope they make a dlc of this and that!!! unlike when i finished xc1, where i DID want to play Future Connected because of how miserably things ended for melia in regards to her dead family, her people, her half-sister who apparently hated her (BUT LUCKILY RECONNECTED WITH AT THE END), and her whole hometown being fucking destroyed. might be me being biased because melia is like one of my favorite characters ever but i mean...who wouldn't want to know what would happen post-xc1 to such a tragic character? which is kind of funny to say considering that we more than likely would not have gotten FC if it hadn't been for xc2 lol.

anyway, overall i don't really feel too strongly about this dlc. i was just mostly going through the motions and trying to get it done so i can just move on with my life lol, i got other games to play. like sure it was great seeing the worlds at the end unite once and for all and apparently there were some xenosaga references towards the end to make this whole thing be in the same universe (which flew over my head since i'm not that familiar with xenosaga), so that's cool and all, but idk rex and shulk sacrificing themselves and the game trying to make me feel sad by having nikol and glimmer run up to them because those are their dads!!! ;( just made me shrug and be like "ok i guess??" yeah i'm tired lol.

oh well, for now time to wait for the next game in the xeno series!!!!

#xc3 #xc3 criticism #xc3 future redeemed #xenoblade #character hate #junk #god i wanted to keep this short because i don't feel too strongly about any of this but there i go babbling again #i could make this longer but again...i've already spent too much time having conflicting feelings about xc3 #i sound like a xenoblade hater but i'm as much of a xenoblade hater as i am a zelda hater and boy do i love zelda games #despite the recent hard times #anyway i'm glad i'm getting through my to-do list of videogames for this year at least!!

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kiddoryder · 3 years

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Rimfire

Wow...It's been since I wrote a fanfic huh? Well I'm really sorry about that. I mean you have to admit, 2020 was hell with all the crazy stuff that was happening. I felt stressed and lost my happiness and spark in writing.

But thanks to the new year and new Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel clips and episodes coming out, I feel back and better than ever!

So, this story about my OC Sonya/Liz making a new friend making Charlie feel some type of way.

So, relax and enjoy the story!

At the hotel, Angel was sitting on the couch watching some TV. Then Charlie and Vaggie come in and Vaggie looked very annoyed. Angel noticed the look on Vaggie's face, but he didn't care.

Angel - "What the fuck you want?"

Vaggie - "You haven't been doing your chores in the hotel!"

Charlie - "Yeah Angel. I told you to take out the trash hours ago and you didn't do it."

Angel - "And?"

Charlie - "Care to explain why you didn't take the trash out like I told you?"

Angel - "Cause Vaggie didn't wanted to fucking leave. I mean I thought the princess would have better taste in lovers. Guess trash is her type."

Vaggie fumes in anger and was about to punch Angel, but Charlie stopped her.

Charlie - *to Vaggie* Let me handle this. *to Angel and sternly* Angel Dust, as the princess of hell and heir to the throne, I order you take out the trash."

Angel - *annoyed* "Ugh! Fine."

Angel took the bag of garbage and threw it out the window breaking the glass.

Vaggie - *furious* "Angel!"

Angel - "What? Ya told me to take out the trash and I did."

Vaggie - "We meant by you getting your lazy ass up and actually doing it you motherfucking bastard!"

Angel - "Well ya should been clearer on that and be less of a nagging bitch!"

Vaggie growled in anger and was about to punch Angel, but Charlie stopped her.

Charlie - *pleading* "Guys please. This isn't the time to fight."

Vaggie - *sighs* "Fine."

Charlie heard a ping noise on her phone. She looked at her phone and look a bit dishearten and text back. Charlie put her phone back and sigh a little. Vaggie seem to notice this and said:

Vaggie - *concerned* "Is there something wrong hon?"

Charlie - "Oh it's just Sonya."

Angel - "Sonya? Your baby cousin who's a Gemini and have an awesome side in her head?"

Charlie - "Yeah. I ask her if she wanted to hang out and she said how she's a little busy today. To be honest I'm a little worried."

Vaggie - "Why?"

Charlie - "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she and her family move in the city, but I haven't seen her in a while."

Angel - "Hey maybe the kid is hanging out with her friends."

Charlie - "Sonya and Liz don't have friends."

Vaggie - *sympathetic* "Aw. They don't have any friends because they are Gemini?"

Charlie - "Actually no. It's their own choice for not having any friends because the other kids don't interest them."

Angel - "Well who can blame them for that? I mean most of the people in hell are either fucking boring ugly freaks or just fucking creepy."

Charlie - *uneasy* "Right…Anyway, to sort of speak, I'm Sonya and Liz only friend. But it's okay because family members can also be friends as well."

Vaggie - "Well alright."

()()()()()()()()

A few days had passed and believe it or not, the hotel was getting more people. Even though Charlie is happy about that, she couldn't help but wonder about why Sonya and Liz haven't been able to hang out with them. Charlie would often be disappointed when they are "busy" or have "other plans''. However, Charlie still has high hopes and spirits that she will be able to spend some time with her baby cousin.

Right now, as Vaggie and Angel was coming down and saw Charlie with Razzle and Dazzle practicing some songs.

Vaggie - *confused* "Um Charlie? What are you doing?"

Angel - "Ya doing a pitch again for the hotel?"

Charlie - *chuckles* "I wish but no. Today is the annual Hell Music Festival."

Angel - "Isn't that the festival where some motherfuckers come and play some shitty music?"

Charlie - *displeased* "Yes, it is Angel."

Vaggie - *to Angel*" And what the fuck you know about music Angel?"

Angel - "For ya information babe, I happened to be an expert when it comes to music."

Vaggie - "How? By picking which song to choose when you fuck the creeps that paid you?"

Angel - "Beside that! I know how to play the accordion and trumpet. Plus, I listen to some pop music by some bitch name Verisoka Mayday. Her songs are pretty catchy."

Charlie - "Well today is the day of that Festival. Sonya, Liz, and I would always practice, play some music, and have fun. It's one of my favorite things to do with them."

Then they heard a loud squawking noise outside. Everybody covered their eyes, and Husk woke up from his drunk nap.

Husk - *annoyed* "What the fuck is that noise?"

Vaggie - "It's that stupid crow bird! I thought Niffty got rid of it!"

Niffty - *popped up* "Oh! I did! But then another one came, and I got rid of that one and I made it into a hat."

Niffty show everybody her new crow "hat". This creep everyone out as Niffty put it away.

Niffty - "That must be a new one that came today."

Then the bird stops squawking. Then there was a knock on the door.

Charlie - *squeal* "It must be Sonya!"

Charlie ran to the door and opened it. She was surprised to see not only Sonya was there but someone next to her. It was some Fox/cat like demon girl around Sonya's age. She has short purple hair, long bangs that covered her right eye. Her eye was red with yellow pupil, her Fox ears was gray but was wearing a safari hat with tooth's in it. She has white fur with a puffy white cat tail, her out was a safari vest, a long sleeve crop top that was black with flames on it. She was wearing camouflage pants which a knife patch strap to her left leg and had on brown army boots.

Sonya - "Hey Cousin Charlie! This is my new friend Rimfire Bloodworth!"

Rimfire - "Sup."

Charlie - *surprised* "Oh! A new friend? Well, it nice to meet you Rimfire. Come inside."

The girls went inside and Rimfire looked around.

Rimfire - "Nice place. What's this hotel for?"

Charlie - "Oh! It's a place to redeem sinners."

Rimfire - *confused* "Redeem sinners?"

Charlie - "Yes. I believe every demon- well most demons have something good deep down inside of them. If I can unlock that good, they can access to Heaven."

Then Charlie bring Rimfire to the lobby living room where Angel, Husk, Niffty, and Vaggie was.

Charlie - Hey guys *the demon began to make noise again* this is *the bird made louder noise* my cousin new *the bird made even louder noise* LITTLE FRIEND THAT I WANT YOU TO- "

The demon bird kept on making loud noises. An annoyed Rimfire took out a gun from her vest and shot the bird straight in the chest. The bird then fell from the tree dead and everybody was shocked on how Rimfire not only has a good for her age, but how she was able to shoot the bird with good aim.

Rimfire - "I took care of it" *blows the gun smoke*

Charlie - "Anyway...This is Sonya's new friend Rimfire."

Angel Dust - "New friend? *teasingly* So she's your new lover?"

Sonya - *annoyed* "No! She's just someone I just met!"

Angel Dust - "Yeah sure kid. It starts out that way and pretty when you soon hit your grown up hears bam! You're both sleeping together in the same bed.

Vaggie - *rolled her eyes* "Augh don't listen to him! He's the type that would sleep with anybody for money."

Angel - *scoff* "Not everybody. I wouldn't sleep with you if you even paid me."

Vaggie - *mad* "I'm a lesbian you idiot!"

Sonya - *to Rimfire* Don't mind them. *points to Vaggie* That's Vaggie. Vaggie is the hotel's manager and my cousin's girlfriend. She also the one who must keep *points to Angel* Angel Dust there in line. He's also the first patient here for the hotel."

Angel - "I'm also Hell's biggest porn star. So, I'm pretty much famous. If ya want kid, I can show you one of my movies."

Charlie - *shocked* "Angel! They are underage!"

Husk - "Oh come on Princess. The weird little boy and his friend here are close to adulthood."

Sonya - "First of all, I'm a weird little girl! And second, I rather watch the 666 news then watch Angel's dirty gross movies."

Angel - *offended* "Hey! They aren't gross! They are very high class."

Sonya - *rolled her eyes* "This is Niffty and Husk. They work at the hotel."

Niffty - *to Rimfire* "Ooh nice to meet you! I'm always happy to make new friends. It was nice of you killed that annoying bird. Although it should have been a strong man that should have done it because that more of a man thing no offensive."

Rimfire - "Uhh...Right."

Husk - "Wow. The little cat girl is a shooter. That's something different."

Rimfire - "I'm a half cat. I'm also part Fox as well."

Charlie - So Rimfire what brings you to Hell?

Rimfire - *shrugs* "I was just actually almost got attack by freaky assholes until Sonya came over and save me."

Sonya - "Yeah she came to Hell with her family a few days ago. Rimfire and I been hanging out with each other."

Charlie - "Oh that's cool! Do you live nearby?"

Rimfire - "Actually I live pretty close to here."

Vaggie - "And how did you end up in hell?

Rimfire - My family are in the poaching business. We still are. It called the Bloodworth Poach and Coach."

Vaggie - "Poach and Coach?"

Rimfire - "It's a store my family owns. My mother would sell the animal fur and meat. My dad will get the animal customers would want, and even coach them on how to hunt."

Everyone - *amazed* "Whoa."

Rimfire - *smug* "Yeah it is pretty cool. It was even like that when we were alive."

Angel - "How you and your family ended up down here?"

Rimfire - "Oh we ended up getting killed in a forest fire."

Charlie - *sympatric* "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rimfire - *shrugs* "Eh. It's life."

Charlie - "Well...Say why don't we go practice for the festival huh Sonya?

Sonya - "Actually Cousin Charlie I was thinking of just practicing with Rimfire."

Charlie - *surprised* "What?"

Rimfire - "Yeah. I mean I originally wanted to do it myself, but I figure practicing with Sonya can be fun."

Charlie - *uncomfortable* "Oh...okay yeah sure..."

Sonya - "Sweet! Thanks!"

They both went upstairs to Sonya's hotel room. Charlie frowns in sadness and confusion. Charlie didn't think her baby cousin out of all people, didn't want to hang out with her. Or do their usual traditions. Vaggie noticed that sad look on her girlfriend's face.

Vaggie - *concerned* "Charlie what's wrong?"

Charlie - "I-It just weird I mean Sonya always practices music and singing with me. She never done anything like this to me."

Angel - "Hey. She's at stage one Princess."

Charlie - "Meaning?"

Angel - "Well you know how kids are. One minute they are close to family and next they don't want to even act knowledge that they are related."

Charlie - *scared* "Wait, does this mean that Sonya and Liz wouldn't want to spend time with me anymore?"

Angel - *shrugs* "Eh. It could happen."

Vaggie - *mad* "Angel!"

Angel - *defense* "What babe? I'm just saying it's the truth."

Vaggie - "You're not helping, you idiot!"

Charlie - *scared*" Ohh I need to do something! I don't want Sonya to think I'm some lame uncool cousin."

Angel - "Who's stopping you?"

Vaggie - "Well if you are serious about this. Maybe you should talk to her."

Charlie - "Well okay."

Charlie went upstairs and began to think about what Angel said to her earlier. Even though there are sometimes Charlie thinks Angel is just being his regular silly weird self, it could be one of those time Angel could be right about some things.

Charlie - *thinking* Angel could be right. Sonya and even Liz would think of me as an uncool relative. I gotta remind her how much fun I can be and cool! Maybe if I act like how kids are today!"

Charlie then sees Sonya and Liz's hotel room. She went to the door and knocked on the door.

Sonya - "Come in."

Charlie - *acts hip* "Hey hey hey! How are my best girlfriends?"

Sonya - *contused* "Uh Okay…"

Rimfire - *confused* "Uh fine?"

Charlie - *acting hip* "So What's you guys doing? Any new hot digs on music."

Sonya - "Yeah…"

The whole thing felt very weird to Sonya and Rimfire. Especially to Sonya because she never sees Charlie act like this. Even Liz herself was confused about it. The only person they see trying to "act hip" was Sir Pentious.

Charlie - "Hey Rimfire you need to worry about me I'm not some lame regular cousin. I'm one of the cool cousins Ya know what I mean dawg?"

Sonya - *concerned and confusion* "Charlie, are you feeling okay?"

Charlie - "Oh I'm fine I'm cool as ice."

Sonya and Rimfire look at each other in confusion. They can tell something is wrong with Charlie but decide not to make a big deal about it.

Charlie - "So What are you gals doing?"

Rimfire - "Well we were busy writing some songs. But then we decide to take a break."

Sonya - Yeah. We are now just now going over dark magic stuff."

Charlie - "Ooh! Mind if I join in?"

Rimfire - "You know about dark magic stuff?"

Charlie - *smug* "Girl, you're talking to the princess of hell here. Beside What's wrong with mixing up stuff. Sometimes you gotta go insane to out sane the same. You know what I'm saying?"

Rimfire - *confused* "Actually no."

Charlie - "So where this magic stuff you two little wizs are doing?"

Sonya - "Over there."

Sonya pointed to her cauldron. It was boiling and purple smoke was coming out. Charlie took a peak and it was purple bubbling liquid.

Sonya - "Yeah we were just working on a new potion. But I wanted to tell you Cousin Charlie is-

Charlie - "Ooh! Allow me to add some spices to help take this potion high to the sky."

Charlie saw some random potions, liquid and powders on Sonya's shelves. Charlie grabs them and she starts mixing some potions up. Sonya gets worried and so was Liz cause even she knew what mixing up random potions together can do. Even Rimfire was getting a bit scared and concerned on what the princess of hell was doing.

Sonya - *scared* "Cousin Charlie Don't! You're mixing the wrong ingredients!"

Charlie - *scoff* "Relax Cuz there's nothing wrong with mixing things up."

Sonya - "But Cousin Charlie!"

Charlie - "Don't worry! What a little mixing can do?"

Then there was a loud explosion. Vaggie and the others heard it. Looking concerned, Vaggie and Angel went upstairs, and their eyes widen in shock. They saw the room all covered in purple goop and even the girls were now covered in purple goop.

Angel - *confused* "What the hell happened here? Looks like a bowl of rotten oatmeal had sex with guacamole and just have birth in this room."

Vaggie - "I'll get some mops and Niffty. You guys better get cleaned up."

()()()()()()()()

Vaggie and Niffty was cleaning up the goop in Sonya and Liz's room. Angel was even force to clean under the threat his precious pet piggy Fat Nuggets will be sleeping outside. He had to use his four arms to clean the walls and was using rags. Charlie, Sonya, and Rimfire was now clean thanks to taking a shower and now wearing some fresh clothes.

Niffty - "Don't worry! This mess will be done in no time!"

Vaggie - "I'm just glad none of you guys gotten hurt."

Charlie - "You could say that something went a little wrong right Sonya?"

Sonya was so mad that she was ignoring Charlie. This made Charlie a bit shock because Sonya never gave her the silent treatment. Rimfire even felt a little uncomfortable because of the awkwardness. Then she heard a car honk and when Rimfire look outside, she saw it was her parents' car.

Rimfire - Maybe I should head. *to Sonya* We should get rest cause we gotta sing for the pageant tomorrow."

Charlie - *surprised* "What!? Sonya, you got to accept. Why didn't you tell me?"

Sonya - *angry* I wanted to tell you Cousin Charlie, but you were too busy acting weird and crazy!

Charlie - *nervously laugh* "Oh I see."

Angel Dust - "Whoa harsh."

Vaggie - *trying to calm things down* "Okay okay let just be happy that nobody got hurt. We should get back to cleaning this mess up though."

Rimfire - "Well maybe I should head home."

Sonya - "Cousin Charlie…"

Charlie - *hopeful* "Yes?"

Sonya - *mad and serious* "I'm spending the night with Rimfire. And don't even bother coming to the pageant! You really embarrass me."

Charlie - *pleading and shocked* "Sonya Wait!"

Sonya and Rimfire left the room and Sonya slam the door. Sonya got into Rimfire's parents' car and they drove off.

Angel - "Ouch! Tough way to say I don't need ya anymore isn't it?"

Charlie looks down feeling hurt. She sighs in sadness and walked out of the room. Vaggie look mad at Angel for his insensitive comment and punched him in the arm.

Angel - *in pain* "Ow! What?!"

Vaggie - "You're such a fucking asshole!"

Vaggie left the room to go check up on Charlie.

Angel - *mad and rubs his arm* "Sheesh! Try to help people and this is the thanks I get."

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Charlie was in her room sitting on her book feeling sad. She took out a scrapbook from her drawer and open the book. She flips a few pages and saw pictures of her and Sonya and Liz together. When they were younger, or current ages having fun, eating together, comforting each other, or just hugging. Charlie let some tears come out of her eyes and felt like she must sing on how she is feeling. She took a deep breath and began to sing.

Charlie - *singing*

In my hands a legacy of memories

I can hear you say my name

I can almost see your smile

Feel the warmth of your embrace

But there is nothing but silence now

Around the one I loved

Is this our farewell?

Sweet darling you worry too much

My child, see the sadness in your eyes

You are not alone in life

Although you might think that you are

Never thought this day would come so soon

We had no time to say goodbye

How can the world just carry on?

I feel so lost when you are not by my side

But there is nothing but silence now

Around the one I loved

Is this our farewell?

So sorry your world is tumbling down

I will watch you through these nights

Rest your head and go to sleep

Because my child this is not our farewell

This is not our farewell

Vaggie - "Charlie are you okay?"

Charlie looked up and saw Vaggie looking concerned. Charlie quickly wipe the tears from her eyes.

Charlie - "How did you find me? The hotel is pretty big."

Vaggie - "You're the only girl I know that can sing that good. I never forget your beautiful singing voice."

Charlie - *smiles* "Thanks Vaggie…" *sighs in sadness*

Vaggie - *sits next to Charlie* "Are you alright Charlie?"

Charlie - *sad* "No. My baby cousin hates me now."

Vaggie - Hey now she doesn't hate you."

Angel Dust - "She just doesn't want to speak to you again."

They turned around and saw Angel by the doorway. His lower arms were cross, and he had a bored look on his face.

Vaggie - "Where the fuck did you come from?!"

Angel - "Well babe, when a man and broad love each other they fuck each other in bed and then bam! A baby."

Vaggie - "That's not what I meant you cabrón hijo de perra! I meant why did you came here?"

Angel - "What? I can't help out my buddy the Princess of Hell here?"

Vaggie - "Well you're not helping!"

Charlie - *sighs* "I was just trying to remind her on how cool I can be."

Angel - "And that fucking bombed."

In a split second, Vaggie jumped and gave Angel a black eye. She wasn't going to sit back and let Angel make everything worst. While Charlie would have said something, she feels like she would let this one slide because right now she too focusing on fixing the mess she made with Sonya.

Angel Dust *holding his eye* - "Ow my eye!"

Vaggie - "Look Charlie, I get you don't wanna lose Sonya and Liz. But you need to realize something too: Sonya and Liz are growing up. Sure, there would be sometimes they would like to spend time with you, but there are sometimes she need to spend time with kids her age."

Those words made Charlie realize that Vaggie was right: her baby cousins are growing up and do need some friends around their age. There's nothing wrong with them growing up and she will always have a relationship with Sonya and Liz.

Charlie - "Yeah I guess you're right. Maybe I was just trying too hard."

Angel opened his mouth to speak but quickly kept his mouth shut when Vaggie showed her fists as a warning. Charlie wiped the rest of the tears away and stood up on the bed.

Charlie -First thing I'll do is go to the pageant to talk to her."

Angel - "Uh news flash babe: she told you not to come."

Charlie - "Well I'll just try to talk to her before the show starts."

Vaggie - "Where is this pageant anyway?"

Angel - "Oh I it's in a bar called Drink Till you Die. It's not far from the hotel."

Charlie - *confused* "How do you know?"

Angel - *smirks* "Inside intuition."

Vaggie - *facepalm* "Oh god. Why am I not surprised?"

Angel - *chuckles* "Relax I just had to do some dances is all."

Charlie and Vaggie just stare at him in confusion and annoyance.

Angel - "What? I also had to do some shots. And suck a lot of dick."

Charlie - "Come in! Let's go!"

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At the bar, the stage was all set up nicely for the music pageant. Backstage, Rimfire and Sonya was getting dress up for the pageant. Liz came out in shadow form looking mad at Sonya. Sonya took noticed at Liz looking mad and crossing her arms.

Sonya - *annoyed* "Don't start."

Liz - "So not cool what you said to Cuz Sonya."

Sonya - "Aw come on! When did you became a preaching saint? Besides, you get into trouble more than I do."

Liz - "Yeah but at least I don't make Cuz feel like crap or yell at her! You should of saw her face after you yell at her. She looks like was about to break down into tears."

Sonya - *sighs* "Do you think I was too hard on Charlie back there?"

Liz - "What do you think genius?"

Sonya sighs and starts to feel a little guilty. She was just angry that Charlie embarrassed her in front of her new and first friend she made around her age. But at the same time, Sonya realize she should of just talk to Charlie about it instead of yelling at her.

Rimfire - "Hey. What's wrong are you- *sees Liz's shadow form* Uhh...Who is that?""

Sonya - "Huh? Oh, I forgot to say that I was born a Gemini. I technically share a body with somebody. This is Liz."

Liz wave to Rimfire. Rimfire was a bit confuse but wave back to Liz.

Sonya - "I meant to tell you later, but I guess the best time is now. It just hard to tell people can they don't believe me.

Rimfire - "Well I think it's cool you have another self. I mean, it is Hell after all."

Sonya - *sad* "Thanks...You think I was too hard on my cousin Charlie?"

Rimfire - "Honestly? Yeah. I mean you usually tell me how cool your cousin is, and I was shocked that you snapped at her."

Sonya - *sighs* "I was just mad at her for embarrassing me."

Rimfire - "We all fight with our families sometimes. Even me

Sonya - *surprised* "Really? But your family seem so cool."

Rimfire - *disbelief* "You kidding? Sometimes my dad sticks his hand in a dead animal's body and moves their mouth like a puppet."

Sonya covered her mouth like she was gonna throw up. However, Liz look amaze and giggle a little thinking it was funny.

Sonya - "Oh God

Rimfire - "Exactly. My mom always showing off the fur coats like she's a model. It can get pretty annoying sometimes."

Sonya - "I'm sorry to hear that."

Rimfire - "See? Family supposed to embarrass each other because they are well, family."

Sonya - "Yeah that's true. I'm just still mad at Charlie got what she did. I never expect of her out of all people to embarrass me like that. I honestly thought it would be either my parents or her friend Angel Dust."

Rimfire - "Well as for your Cousin Charlie, maybe in a way she felt jealous of me."

Sonya - *confused* "What? Why would she be jealous of you? She's not like that."

Rimfire - "I don't know I mean based on what you told me, she was basically you and even Liz's only friend. Maybe when Charlie saw me and you wanted to practice with me than her, she probably felt jealous."

Those words strike Sonya right in the head and the heart. She didn't think of how Charlie felt about this. Sonya was just so happy she finally made a friend around her age, she forgot how Charlie would feel about this. Or even talk to her about this. Even felt awful that she didn't do their tradition of practicing and singing for the pageant.

Sonya - *guilty Now I feel bad. I shouldn't have yelled at Charlie like that.

Little did she know that Charlie was listening to time the whole time. Charlie was listening through the window and she had tears in her eyes. But these tears were more heartwarming love. She realizes despite what she did, Sonya and Liz still love her and want to make things right between each other.

Charlie - *touched* "Aw you guys heard that?"

Vaggie - *struggling* "Not really cause you're standing on us."

It shows that Vaggie and Angel was trying to hold on to Charlie while she was quietly looking through the window. Since the window was too high and figure that they would get kick out the place, they thought it would be better to look out the window.

Angel - *groaning* "Man how long are you gonna make us hold you up?! My arms are killing me!"

Vaggie - * annoyed* "You're only use two of them!"

Angel - *groaning* "Well you girls weigh a ton! You should seriously lay off the Bon bons!"

Before Vaggie can say anything, Charlie saw Sonya and Rimfire leaving the room.

Charlie - "Wait they are leaving!"

Charlie got off Vaggie, Vaggie got off Angel, and Angel began to stress his back and arms.

Angel - "You should seriously get on a diet"

Charlie - "We don't have time! Let go!"

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Sonya and Rimfire went to the stage. They set up their guitar and just before they were about to sing, one guy said:

Guy - "Hey that was my beer!"

Guy 2 - "No it wasn't!"

Rimfire - "Hey assholes! We are about to sing here!"

Guy - "And that stupid bitch you were kissing was mine!"

Guy 2 - "I don't care!"

Guy - "You calling me a liar?!"

Then suddenly, an ugly bar fight began to break loose. Sonya and Rimfire managed to dodge some glass bottles that was being thrown. Then they managed to crawl to an abandon table so they can be safe. A demon was not only beat up but thrown out the window and landed by Charlie's feet. That when Charlie began to hear yelling and fighting inside the bar.

Charlie - *worried* "Guys, the girls are in trouble! We got to get in there now!"

They went inside the bar and saw lots of people dodging and fighting. Rimfire took out her hunting knife that was strapped to her thigh. Sonya quickly took out her spell book.

Sonya - "Ready?"

Rimfire - "Ready!"

Rimfire began to use her hunting knife. She managed to cut off some demons' arms, stab them in the eye, and in the gut. Then Sonya shouted:

Sonya - "ventum exponentia!"

Wind power came and blew some of the demons away out the bar. Charlie and the others saw this and was impressed. Even Rimfire was amaze on the spell Sonya cast.

Rimfire - "How did you do that?"

Sonya - "I spent a lot time reading these books. I learn how to use some of these spells."

Rimfire - "That's so cool."

Sonya - "Thanks!"

Sonya kept casting more spells to stop the fight. But unfortunately, one of the beer bottles was thrown and it still had beer in it. The beer bottle splatter all over her book wetting it. Now the pages were too soggy and messy to read.

Sonya - *horrified* "Oh no!"

Rimfire - *shocked* "Your book!"

While the girls were distracted, another demon threw a glass beer bottle. The beer bottle hit Rimfire in the arm much to Sonya's horror. Then another bottle was about to hit Sonya in the head, but to her's and Rimfire surprised: Charlie quickly came and ducked the girls down to a table.

Sonya - *surprised* "Cousin Charlie?"

Rimfire - *confused* "What are you doing here?"

Charlie - "Getting you and Sonya out of here!"

They all saw Vaggie and Angel was fighting some of the demons. Vaggie was using her knives and Angel was using his guns. Even though they were doing well, there was too much demons in the bar.

Sonya - *to Charlie* "There's too many of them. Should I bring out the big guns?

Charlie - *smirks* "Be my guest, baby cousin!"

Rimfire - *confused* "The big guns?"

Charlie - *smiles* "You will see."

Sonya nodded quickly. She began to quickly look around and saw a bottle shard on the floor. Sonya took a bottle shard and pricked her finger on it and passed out on the ground much to Rimfire's concerned. But before Rimfire can say anything, Liz awaken and took out her scissors and fireworks. Liz smile manically and jump on the table where Vaggie and Angel was at fighting.

Liz - "Bada boom! Time for a blood bath!"

Angel Dust - *happy* "Oh alright! My little girl buddy is here!"

Vaggie - "This is one of the few times I'm actually happy that she's here!"

Liz - "Time for a little fun!"

Angel Dust - "Knock them out, honey!"

Liz began to fight the demons in the bar fight alongside with Angel and Vaggie. Charlie was making sure Rimfire stay safe. Some were injured, some ran away in fear and others passed even before she was about to hit them. Pretty soon the bar fight was over. Liz was panting a bit exhausted from all that fighting.

Liz - *little tired* "Boy did that feel good!"

Rimfire - *impressed* "Wow. You are one crazy chick."

Angel - *smirks* "And that's why she's awesome."

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At the hotel Charlie was checking the girls for injuries. Vaggie got out the first aid kit and Angel was cleaning up his weapons.

Charlie - *concerned* "Where does it hurt?"

Rimfire - *wince a little* "Just my arm. I think that bottle cut me."

Charlie saw the cut on Rimfire's arm. She saw how even though it was big, it wasn't deep so that was a good thing. Charlie began uses some disinfectant to clean the wounds. Vaggie was surprised that Rimfire wasn't crying or even wincing in pain as Charlie was using the disinfectant on her wound.

Vaggie - "Doesn't that hurt you?"

Rimfire - *shrug* "Eh. I felt worse."

Vaggie - "You have?"

Rimfire - "After I died in a fire. Trust me, this is nothing compare to my death."

Vaggie - "Tell me about it. *to Liz* what about you Liz? Any injuries?"

Liz - "Oh just some scratches but I'm cool. You don't need your panties up more ass Chica."

Vaggie looked annoyed as Angel giggled at Liz's comment. Then Sonya came out in shadow form telling Liz something.

Liz - "Hey Cuz! Can you do the old switcheroo? Sonya wants to talk to you."

Charlie - *smiles* "You got it."

Charlie hugs and pet her hair at the same time. Sonya is back much to Angel's dismay.

Angel - "Aw man."

Sonya - "Okay. *took a deep breath* Cousin Charlie I wanted to say I'm sorry for earlier. I was just mad and embarrassed."

Charlie - "You don't have to be sorry. It was my fault for messing up your spell...

Sonya - "But I was the one who yelled at you."

Charlie - "I know but I heard you talking, and I know you didn't mean it."

Sonya - *confused* "Wait how did you heard us talking?"

Charlie - "Yeah...I heard from the window and- "

Angel - "I had to held her's and Vaggie's fat asses!"

Vaggie punched Angel in the arm. Charlie rolled her eyes and went back to talking to her cousin.

Charlie - "I was just afraid of losing you."

Sonya - *confused* "Losing me?"

Charlie - "I was a little...jealous."

Rimfire - "Jealous of me?"

Angel - "I know it's a shocker."

Charlie - "I'm sorry girls. I mean I was just scared of losing you because of how we always spend time together. When you wanted to spend time with Rimfire it threw me off."

Sonya - *guilty* "So it's my fault." *she looks down*

Angel - "Yeah kid it's pretty much is."

Vaggie - *mad* "Angel shut up!"

Angel - "What? I'm just saying."

Charlie - "It's not her fault! I mean even before you moved to the city you didn't really have friends other than me."

Sonya - "Still, I wasn't trying to push you away. I mean Rimfire first friend my age."

Rimfire - "And you are the first friend I made since I got here."

The two hug each other for the first time. Which was a weird awkward hug.

Sonya - *uncomfortable* "This feels weird."

Rimfire - *also uncomfortable* "You mean the hug?"

Sonya - "I never hugged anyone my age."

Vaggie - "Oh sorry the pageant got ruined for you guys."

Sonya - "It's fine. I don't know why they did it in a bar this year anyway. Everybody is always drunk and stuff."

Rimfire - "There's always next year."

Charlie - *happy* "Well the hotel does have a music room."

Sonya - *perks up* "Really?"

Charlie - *nodded* "Yeah I put it there so the sinners can gain new hobbies to distract themselves from sling drugs and stuff."

Rimfire - *impressed* "That's so cool."

Charlie - "Maybe you can do a concert for us! So, we can cheer you sing."

Sonya - *perks up* "Really? You let us do that?"

Charlie - "Of course! I mean it also to make up for what happened."

Sonya - *smiles* Thanks Cousin Charlie!"

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Charlie opened the music room and saw how huge it was. It was the size of an opera theater room. There was red wallpaper, posters of her mother past concerts, poster of her dad singing, even some of her singing on stage as well. There were lots of tables, with cushion chairs, even a bar in its which Husk was already there drinking.

Charlie - "Man it's been a while since I came in here. Thanks for cleaning it up Niffty."

Niffty - "No problem! It was super-duper filthy, and it needed a lady's touch. Which is weird cause you guys being ladies and didn't clean it no offense."

Husk - "Explain to me again why we are in this fucking room?"

Charlie - "So we can listen to my baby cousin and her friend sing."

Angel - *flirty* "Ya know I can always do a show for you Husky."

Husk - "Fuck off!"

Sonya and Rimfire came with their instruments, and just before they got on stage, they heard a strange noise. They turned around and saw something under the table. Rimfire got out her gun, and then a little pink nose came out of the table. Turn out it was just Angel's pet piggy Fat Nuggets just sniffing around.

Rimfire - "Oh it was just a pig. He looks more like the runt of the litter. *shrugs* well looking like we are having pork chops tonight."

Just Rimfire was about shoot Fat Nuggets, Angel took the gun away from her.

Angel - "What the fuck are you doing?!"

Rimfire - "About to shoot a pig."

Angel - "This pig happened to be my pet!"

Rimfire - "You keep an animal like a pig for a pet?"

Angel - "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rimfire - "Animals are only good for food and clothes. Keeping them as pets are stupid."

Angel - *offended* "How dare you! *cooing to Fat Nuggets* it's okay baby, Daddy will always protect and love you no matter what."

He gave Fat Nuggets a hug much to Rimfire's disgust. Then Charlie said:

Charlie - "Okay Rimfire. We actually have a rule here: no one can harm anyone's pet."

Rimfire - "Rules like that are made to be broken."

Angel - *threateningly* "If you break that rule, I'll break you!"

Charlie - *nervously* "Maybe you should get on the stage now with Sonya."

As they all took their seats, Sonya and Rimfire went on stage with their guitar. They plug it in the speaker and fix the microphones. Then Sonya began to speak in it:

Sonya - "Hello! This song was originally meant to sing in the pageant. But that then turned out to be a bust."

Rimfire - "Yeah. Never do a music pageant in a bar."

Sonya - "Agreed. This song Rimfire, Liz and I wrote is for my awesome best friend and cousin: Charlie. Who was always there for me and Liz no matter how bad things get? This is for you cousin Charlie."

Sonya and Rimfire began to play their guitar and they sing:

In Hell there's one moving light that's glowing

Just like a star

Then she keeps on going

The whole place need that hope

People think she's weak but she's tough

You don't want to mess with her when you cross the line

Inside she has that light, she's tough

Her heart whispers do it now

The light comes out and shout out I'm going to do that vow

Oh Charlie, don't you worry

These are bumps you are going to through

Some day you will know what to do.

Oh Charlie, it's alright

Doesn't matter what you do

Just keep on going because I believe in you.

She's ready to roll

Tonight, is different

She'll show some hope but start it off slow

Oh no oh no

Some stupid assholes try to let her down

But she makes the show keep going on

She's not done she will keep on until the end of dawn. Her heart whispers do it now

The light comes out and shout out I'm going to do that vow

Oh Charlie, don't you worry

These are bumps you are going to through

Some day you will know what to do.

Oh Charlie, it's alright

Doesn't matter what you do

Just keep on going because I believe in you.

Her plans are on right now

And she's going to sing amazing songs

Her plans are never going to end and don't care if it takes long.

Oh Charlie, don't you worry

These are bumps you are going to through

Someday you will know what to do.

Oh Charlie, it's alright

Doesn't matter what you do

Just keep on going because I believe in you.

They finished the song and saw how Vaggie, and e others was cheering. Even Husk was impressed on how well the girls sang. Then suddenly, Sonya was grab by Charlie in a big hug. Tears of joy was flowing down Charlie's face because not only she loves the song, but how much her baby cousin mean to her. Sonya and even Liz in shadow form hugged back because they know no matter how many time Charlie will embarrass them; they will always love her no matter what.

Hope you all like it!

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie #angel dust #rimfire #Sonya #liz #my fanfic

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murderluv23 · 4 years

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Piano Demon Headcanons (1)

Rarely does anything aside from practicing piano. Is often found glued to his instrument and doesn't make eye contact when spoken to.

Very reclusive. Prefers to be left alone 99.9% of the time. He really enjoys quiet time with his music.

Really invested in musical theory. If someone were to start speaking to him about melody, rhythm, counterpoint, harmony, form, tonal systems, scales, tuning, intervals, consonance, dissonance, etc, he would listen very intently. He'd barely say a word as the person is speaking but take in every aspect of the conversation. It's the quickest way to get him to pay attention to you, as he usually doesn't enjoy talking to others.

If you're lucky and I mean really lucky, he'll become extremely talkative and start going off about how music can enrich everything in life if used correctly. He would offer his two cents on musical theory and start going deep on what works, what doesn't, how it can effect others' moods, etc. While you may be lucky to get him to talk like this, you won't be so lucky with getting him to stop once he's started. I hope you're just as passionate as he is because buckle up sugar, you're gonna be there awhile. Alastor has seen this side of him and finds it adorable. Honestly, it's in those moments where their bond really comes to the forefront. Many view their relationship as cold and distant due to The Piano Demon's personality. But behind closed doors and when The Piano Demon rarely opens up, Alastor and him couldn't be more in sync. Often cutting each other off or finishing the other's sentence when discussing music, having epiphanies at the same time that just escalates their passion. Every instance this occurs, Alastor falls even more in love with him. Granted, he's as stoic as ever, there's no changing that. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Tea is his favorite thing to drink. He'll pretty much take whatever you give him but he prefers it to be hot.

Isn't a fan of alcohol. Could drink the hardest of liquor and be completely underwhelmed. He just dislikes the taste.

He is a lover of Jazz and Swing.

He adores chocolate truffles. He mentioned he liked them once very casually and Alastor showered him with them. He may not care for sweets himself but that doesn't mean he won't buy them for his Darling!

He very much enjoys spicy food. Do not ask to have a bite from his plate unless you want your jaw to melt off. He is willing to share but he is one of those people who eats the equivalant of the sun, looks you in the eye and says "This? This isn't even hot."

He knows how to cook. When Alastor can actually rip him away from the piano, they often cook together and sit with one another for dinner. It's a very good bonding experience for the both of them. Though again, it is a rare occurance. Getting that man away from the piano is nearly impossible.

He dislikes loud noises and loud people.

He's often told he chose the wrong spouse, then.

He dislikes any physical activity that is exhausting, especially dancing.

He dislikes being touched. He is fine with Alastor hugging him or linking their arms together. He is also fine with others showing him affection if they ask for it and are close to him. Though touch is something he mostly can do without.

He severely dislikes Rap and Hiphop. He believes all music should be respected but if asked, he'll criticize it very harshly.

Social gatherings are his kryptonite. He'll omniously stand in a dark corner if he is forced to go to a party if he can't find a piano he can glue himself to.

He dislikes his Overlord status. When asked why, he'll simply answer that he loves music. It is believed that he does not concern himself with doing things out of ego and distants himself from the others.

He dislikes arrogance.

He dislikes sleeping. Evidenced by his constant practice and performances.

"Dear, are you sure you're getting enough rest?"

"I occasionally close my eyes when I sneeze."

If he is not able to practice his music, he becomes agitated.

He does not like to be interrupted. If he is, he'll let the person finish but will be very annoyed afterwards.

He has a very positive relationship with Rosie. They share lunches together and chat on their off time.

Mimzy sometimes joins him for a walk or to think about the old days.

Though Charlie's enthusiastic nature is a bit much for him, they get along rather well. He likes her appreciation for music and will instruct her if she asks for tips.

Husk can actually sit down and talk to him. Most of it is just ranting and drunk grumbles but still a conversation. He can actually relax around The Piano Demon. He creeps Husk out a lot, with the mask and barely saying a word. But he doesn't piss him off which is refreshing. Husk would even says he likes the guy.

Mainly because he's very different from Alastor and other Overlords in a lot of ways. He will often scold Alastor if he tries to mess with him and treats him with respect. Alastor barely pushes his buttons when he's around. Husk is more likely to listen to him because of this. Not by much but it's something.

Niffty adores him. She'll often bounce around him while he walks or ride on his shoulders. The Piano Demon will sometimes read while she cleans to keep an eye on her. She loves the sound of his voice! If Niffty finds the time, she'll sit beside him as he practices and will listen quietly, kicking her feet.

Stolas is good friends with him. He will request his company at random times when he gets lonely. Stolas can get really flirty a lot of the time. Though he respects his boundaries. While The Piano Demon can do without the advances, he does enjoy the time he spends with him. Though he constantly has to reel in Alastor's jealous temper whenever he so much as mentions the prince.

The Piano Demon has access to the living world.

He, Alastor, and Mimzy knew each other when they were alive.

The Piano Demon and Lucifer have an odd relationship that even Alastor doesn't know the full extent of. It is implied they hold conversations in a void where no one else can hear them. What do they talk about? One can only speculate.

Only Alastor has seen his real face. No, he will not be providing details.

He is open to modern technology. He owns a smart phone that his underlings at the I.M.P company gifted to him. He mostly uses it for business, though.

Blitz calls him "Boss-Man" despite it being techinically incorrect. He's scared to death of him.

His cause of death is unkown.

He is indifferent to Vox and Alastor's chaos and rivalry, including Vox himself. They could be destroying a city behind him while bickering and he'd just sip his morning coffee while looking over his piano sheets.

The nature of his and Vox's relationship is odd. Vox despises his lover and causes him trouble yet the guy has literally zero reaction to his presence. Even Vox is perplexed on their dynamic. All in all, they're neutral to each other.

He would create a social media account out of curiousity. However, he is busy a lot of the time so he wouldn't manage it very well.

Would converse in a group chat with other Hotel residents, though. The others would tease him for being an old man for refusing to use anything other than proper grammar and puncuation.

Is known for roasting people's entire souls without knowing what "roasting" is. He'd probably respond by saying he does not eat other sinners and everyone would die laughing.

Him and Alastor have a relationship like Gomez and Morticia. Though he isn't very outwardly affectionate, Alastor is able to pick up on the sudtlies of his behavoir and react accordingly. Even if to outside viewers his feelings appear to be unreciprocated and delusional.

He is not fond of Alastor's dad jokes.

Alastor will often tease him with some just to get a laugh.

This may or may not end well in The Radio Demon's favor.

He is the only one who can reel in Alastor's chaotic impusles.

"Alastor, no-"

Is a very common thing to hear. Only difference with him is Alastor actually listens. ....Most of the time.

When he doesn't? The Piano Demon can at least convince him to stop before things get too messy.

He can play multiple instruments but sticks to the piano.

He is also asexual.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #the piano demon #hazbin headcanons #piano demon headcanons #alastor x piano demon #alastor x oc #helluva boss mention #alastor hazbin hotel #I love this mysterious reindeer too much guys help-

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abbyfreemansmind · 4 years

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Let’s talk about Hazbin Hotel

So, I finally sat down and watched Hazbin Hotel. I’d heard so much about it and felt the need to launch myself headfirst into having my own opinions about it instead of just listening to other people talking about it. This is gonna be a long post, so I’m gonna put it behind a neat little read more. Please note that this is coming from someone who genuinely enjoys adult humour and edgy humour and themes. I’ve got no problem with something that’s all swearing and raunchy jokes. It just needs to be done right.

Point 1 - The Plot The plot is describes as the Princess of Hell trying to open a new hotel to rehabilitate sinners so they don’t get exterminated during the yearly heavenly extermination to deal with Hell’s overpopulation problems. This plot is quickly undone through a few things that anyone can notice during the first viewing. 1 - Overpopulation? WHAT population? The scenery is most often noticeably devoid of any signs of life, outside of when background characters are called for. The scene where Charlie’s doing her news presentation is the most notable example of background characters. After this scene, we see almost nobody outside of the main cast and those weird little egg things. There are a few throwaway demons but outside of that, the streets are devoid of people. There aren’t even the corpses we had just seen during that opening scene. 2 - Charlie may as well be a total nobody what with all the power being the Princess of Hell holds. Just look at how the other characters treat her. You’d think the Princess of Hell would have some kind of benefit that would sway people towards agreeing with this whole idea. Instead, she gets mocked by just about everyone for reasons I can only guess involve winning her sympathy points from the audience. 3 - At no point does she give any proof that redemption would work. She basically says, “Hey guys! I hate seeing you all die, so I have this idea that has no backing evidence, that may or may not work, to try and get you guys into Heaven! Let me sing a song about it where I insult you all!”

Point 2 - Presentation I applaud the animators. Must’ve been hard, especially for Charlie’s overly fast song that really didn’t need to be nightcored, or literally any time Angel Dust was on-screen. Frame by frame. No rigs. All those stripes. All those colours that blend if you stare at them too hard or squint even slightly while watching. All that unnecessarily constant movement. It’s no wonder the thing took four bloody years to animate. Outside of animation, there are too many unneeded details and not enough needed details. Seriously. 1 - The turf war. We didn’t need this. We didn’t need this at all. If you take out the entire opening to it and the entire actual fight scene here, the episode still flows smoothly and we get the same amount of information and worldbuilding. In a pilot/first episode, you should only give the audience necessary details. Leave them wanting more, yes, but make sure they actually know what they’re getting into from the first episode. Make every scene count. Make it mean something. Don’t just shove every detail you can think of together and call it a day, especially if you don’t actually give the audience much information from it. 2 - Why is Hell overpopulated? Why isn’t Heaven? Why can angels go from Heaven to Hell, but demons can’t go from Hell to Heaven? Why does nobody care about being redeemed if Hell is so overpopulated that Angels annually come down and kill people because of it? Why does everyone treat the Princess of Hell like she’s worthless? Why doesn’t Angel Dust know about Alastor if they got into hell within 10 years of each other? Where is this supposed overpopulation problem? Would redemption even work in the first place? Why should I care about most of these characters (who are mostly complete jerks with no redeeming qualities other than “PROTAGONIST”, especially when two of the fan favourites repeatedly sexually assault other characters and, in one case, is both sexist and racist at one point)? Why are there turf wars? I should not be having to ask these questions. Don’t hold the audience’s hand, but don’t leave every single question you present in the show unanswered. Some of the questions presented make absolute sense to leave unanswered. Why does Alastor want to help with the hotel? Why are characters like Vaggie and Niffty, who do nothing all that bad, in Hell? These are questions that make total sense to leave unanswered for now. 3 - What crime is too terrible to be redeemed for? Charlie seems to think that literally everyone can be redeemed. That means murderers, rapists, abusers, tormentors... Certainly her song holds some kind of key to figuring it out! “Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac” Hmm... Okay... “All of you cretins, sluts and losers, sexual deviants and boozers” Uh... “So, all your cartoon porn addictions, vegan rants, psychic predictions Ancient Roman crucifixions end right here All you monsters, thieves and crazies, cannibals and crying babies" Oh... Also, did she imply that mental illness, alcoholism, drug dependency, plant-based diets/lifestyles, rabies and enjoyment of sex were sins in that song?

Point 3 - Edgy for the sake of edgy Hazbin Hotel tries to be an adult cartoon, but comes off as something a mentally disturbed teenager wrote during their emo/scene phase. 1 - The swearing and sex jokes. Oh boy. I’ve worked with children under the age of 15 who swear and crack sex jokes better than the adults in this show. The swearing and sex jokes are the only reasons this show couldn’t be aired as a Cartoon Network show aimed at edgy teenagers. It’s so poorly done that it in and of itself takes away from the quality of the show itself. Also, we have a character who’s name is an actual sex joke itself. Vaggie, full name Vagatha - a lesbian sex worker, of course. Fun fact for those who don’t know, but all of her previous character drafts had her name as some form of joke on the word vagina. This isn’t an accident, this is blatant and intentional. Also, here’s a pro tip for you! You can make an adult-oriented show without having swearing, slurs and sex jokes taking up a solid third or more of your script. 2 - The... “Representation”. Yes, Hazbin Hotel has LGBT+ characters! Yes, it has biracial and Latina characters! Charlie is bi, Vaggie is a Latina lesbian, Angel Dust is a gay man, Alastor is ace and biracial, Husk is pan, Niffty is Japanese (YIKES). Except none of it actually matters. No, really. Vivziepop was all like, “btw you can ship w/e, idc! also, i rlly like the fanon version of human alastor (who is whiter than marshmallow fluff even though he’s supposed to be half black)! :)” and threw all that out the window because... Who knows at this point. Now, if you look at the connected series, Helluva Boss, you get Moxie and Millie - an extremely obvious and loving couple. In Hazbin Hotel, you get Charlie and Vaggie who you probably couldn’t tell were a couple without somebody telling you that in the first place, what with all the loveydovey-ness going on with them. In fact, the biggest hint we even get is literally one line. “Life ain’t a musical, hun.” But then again, I’d be more apt to believe Charlie and Vaggie are friends, or Vaggie is pining after Charlie. Also, Charlie is a really bad girlfriend! She lets Vaggie get abused by practically the entire cast without so much as a single word in her defense and ignores everything Vaggie says. It came as no surprise when I remembered hearing about how the only reason these two are a couple is because one of the people on the team thought they were during storyboarding and Vivziepop just went with it. Also, fun fact, Vaggie fits both the angry lesbian and fiery Latina stereotypes. Charlie fits the stereotype for the bisexual cheater, what with how she seems to actually like Alastor more than her own bloody girlfriend. Alastor is canonically ace because he’s too full of himself to be with anyone else. Speaking as somebody who’s ace... WHAT?! As much as I don’t like Charlastor, it’s partially more popular than Chaggie because Vivziepop actually made them act like a couple for an entire musical number. Also, he’s annoying. He not only kept telling Vaggie to smile (heck you dude), he also smacked her butt, which is a form of sexual assault, people. This was all played for laughs, along with Vaggie’s (actually very reasonable) anger. Niffty is Japanese. A yellow-skinned demon who’s boy crazy and obsessed with cleaning... Big yikes. Finally, Angel Dust. The kinky gay man porn star/drag queen/drug addict/prostitute who verbally sexually assaulted two guys. Where do I begin. When it came to this guy, Vivziepop must’ve been like, “Imma throw every stereotype for gay men on this guy and call it a character!” If you look a Helluva Boss again, you get Stolas, who verbally sexually assaults Blitzo over the phone and also cheated on his wife with him in the first place, so this isn’t a one-off. Also, he was originally AFAB, so that whole line about “Why are you all women?” is more than a little heinous and in extremely poor taste.

In conclusion, this show is terrible. Everything about it. It needs some serious reworking, because as it stands, it’s really truly not that great of a creation.

tl;dr: Needs a lot of work and “ThEy’Re In HeLl!!1!!one!!!eleven!!!11″ isn’t even remotely an excuse for the genuine problems in it. Remember, at least one actual human being on Earth, not in Hell, wrote this garbage fire. Also, the animators deserve a higher wage than whatever they’re getting to deal with these designs. I shudder just thinking about animating them, with or without a rig.

#hazbin hotel #hazho #hh #vivziepop #helluva boss #longpost #long post

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amazingmsme · 4 years

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Preventing Apotheosis Part 4

AN: As I said, a new chapter to celebrate Black Friday! Hope you’ve all enjoyed the series so far, I know I have! Just so you know, it’s really gonna pick up after this chapter. Lots of action & good shit that I can’t wait for you guys to read!

John took out his comm and started talking to his boss, stepping out of the room. After hunting down the two infected girls and shooting them, Curt went back to the room where their hostages were tied to chairs so that their forms wouldn't slump over. He waited anxiously for John to end the call, and his head whipped toward the door when he heard the knob turn. The General walked in with a stern look on his face that Curt matched.

"You'll be pleased to hear that we won't have to kill them so long as they swear to never utter a word of this incident to anyone. They'll go into the Witness Protection Program to start their new lives and live out their days most likely traumatized."

"Well that's better than the alternative," Curt voiced. It still wasn't ideal, but at least they had the chance to live.

"We need them to wake up, you got anything that could help with that?" John asked. Curt rapped his chin in thought, "Let's see, I'm only one of the world's greatest spies, and I interrogate people on a daily basis, of course I do. Here," he quipped, pulling some smelling salts out of his pocket. He shoved him out out of the way and knelt in front of them. He snapped the small packet and waved it under their noses. Both men shot up with a gasp, frantically looking around. Bill's eyes locked on McNamera and he tried to lunge forward. Thankfully the restraints held firm.

"You killed Alice! You took her away! She was only a child!" Tears welled up in his eyes, "She was too young to die!"

"Bill, your name is Bill right?" McNamera didn't wait for an answer before he continued, "That thing wasn't your daughter. She was an empty husk of a human, one of those singing alien freaks. She was about to kill you; one more second and she would've pulled the trigger an' you'd be dead on the ground."

Bill shook his head, "No, no she was still in there!" His friend in the chair turned to him, "No Bill, she wasn't. I mean, you saw the way her eyes were glowing. And they were blue, her eyes were never blue!" John took a step forward and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, and he jerked away. "I'm truly sorry for your loss, but there was no other way. At least we were able to find the two of you alive." Curt found it funny how he didn't tell them how he was going to kill them only a few minutes before. John turned to the taller man in the chair, "What's your name, son?"

"Uh, Paul, sir," he said. His eyes were full of panic. He probably thought they were gonna kill them.

"Nice to meet you Paul, you too Bill, my name's General John McNamera, I'm with a special devision known as P-E-I-P we call it "Peep.""

"P.E.I.P.? I've never heard of you," Paul said. John yanked his cigarette from his mouth.

"And you never will. Not a peep. We've dealt with things like this before."

"You mean things like this have happened before?" Paul asked with worry.

"I said nothing of the sort that information is classified. This is my associate-"

"I can introduce myself," Curt cut him off and pulled out his badge. "Agent Curt Mega, C.I.A."

"We were sent here to do a clean sweep of the island, and make sure word of this doesn't spread." As he spoke he untied the men.

"Wait- are you gonna kill us too?" Bill asked in a panic. John was quick to reassure.

"Those were my orders, yes, but I talked to my superiors and they're allowing an exception. There's gonna be two choppers coming to pick us up at 23 hundred hours. That's 11:00 if you're stupid, synchronize your time piece with mine." Paul pulled out his phone to set an alarm. "Is that a phone?"

"Yeah it's a 6s-" John grabbed the phone from his hand and threw it, making it shatter on impact. "Wear a watch!"

"Jesus John, the hell's your problem?" Curt asked and pulled out a spare phone from his bag. "Here, perks of being a spy."

"Th-thanks," Paul stuttered and gingerly took it. He eyed the General carefully before fiddling with it. He pressed the home button twice, three times before going to turn off the phone only for it to spark to life with a taser. He screamed and threw it away from him.

"Shit, I gave you the wrong one! Unless you want the taser phone. It still functions as a regular phone but if you press the home button three times followed by the power button it'll activate the taser. Guess I should've warned you..."

Paul gulped, "That would've been nice."

"The offer still stands. Like Barb says, "It just might save your life." So?"

Paul shrugged and took the offered phone/weapon. "Why not? Today can't get anymore fucked up," he sighed. "C'mon Bill, lets go get the others."

Curt held out his hand, signaling them to stop. "Wait, how many of you are there?" He glanced at John, and they both shared a look. The helicopters could only hold so many.

"There's five of us sir."

"It'll be a tight fit, but we can manage," he shrugged. John nodded.

"Just make sure your little party doesn't grow," he narrowed his eyes into slits. Paul shook his head.

"I don't think we could even if we wanted to. I'm pretty sure we're the only ones left."

"Good. Keep on your toes, and try to stay alive 'til 11:00." Paul pressed his lips into a thin line, "Will do."

Suddenly, McNamera raised his pistol, startling both of the men.

"Wha-?"

In one swift movement, he flipped the gun around with practiced ease, holding the barrel. The handle was extended towards Paul. "I'm authorizing to use my firearm," he clarified. They visibly relaxed.

"Thank you sir."

"Maybe when this is all said and done, we can meet up somewhere and talk," Curt suggested. "Catch up on how you're doing."

They both nodded.

"Sure."

"That sounds nice."

"Do you gentlemen like coffee?" John asked. Both men nodded. "Do you like musicals?"

They answered simultaneously.

"No."

"Yes!"

John scowled at Bill as Curt came up beside him, "You must have good taste." John glared daggers at Curt.

"You're both garbage," he said dryly. Mega scoffed and rolled his eyes. John pointed at Paul, then Bill. "Twenty three hundred sharp. You're not there, we leave without you." He pulled his hat on a little tighter around his head. "I don't wanna be on this God forsaken island longer than needed."

"Me either," Curt agreed, locking eyes with the general and offered a fleeting smile. Call him crazy, but he could've sworn the man returned it.

He saluted the two men as they made their way out. "Best of luck to you."

"Try not to die," Curt offered his own advice before he thought better of it. Before a mission, he and Owen would always say that to the other before diving into the mess they were about to get themselves into. A painful ache shot through his chest at the thought of his old partner. What they had was special, and just like that it had been ripped away. And when given the chance to have it all back, Owen, the stubborn bastard that he was, threw it away, giving him no choice but to shoot.

"Get your damn head out of the clouds agent, we have to move!" McNamera barked at him, sending him crashing back down to reality. He blinked a few times before shooting him a sly and cocky grin.

"Sure thing General," he said, letting a fair amount of sarcasm drip from the use of his title. John sneered at him as he followed him out of the room.

The agent was infuriating, he thought, but damnit to hell if he wasn't starting to grow on him. It didn't help that he was incredibly handsome as well, but he could dream about him once they were safe and off of the island. Until then, nothing was set in stone.

#tgwdlm #tgwdlm fic #spies are forever #spies are forever fic #saf #saf fic #tgwdlm crossover #saf crossover #preventing apotheosis #black friday #curt mega #agent curt mega #john mcnamara #general mcnamara #general john mcnamara #paul matthews #bill #bill tgwdlm

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drainflyclub · 4 years

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High Score

By M. M. Sheridan

The blood always smelt the worst. Not the times that they shit themselves, or had sat in their own piss in fear. Not the sour burnt smell of spent ammunition. No, the blood smelt the worst, as it settled in between the grout on the tiles and sprayed onto the painted walls. That rust smell which left a taste in the back of your mouth, coated it in something that wouldn’t wash out with toothpaste or water or whisky. Frank swallowed a few times and the taste got worse. There was a lot of blood.

A twenty minutes ago a young man, looking agitated, ran into his local elementary school and unloaded several clips worth of bullets into the bodies of the children there, and a few teachers too. And himself, he guessed. A few had been dragged out by responding officers and thrown in ambulances, some would probably not make it. Others walked out in shock, or wailing, or throwing up, running awkwardly toward their tearful parents and the police who had that usual pained look on their faces. A lot more were lying in crumpled heaps around the building, going white and red under the strip lights. The shooter joined them in death, the same as them now, just a husk on the floor with a hole in his head, pumping blood through the lino, soaking into the concrete, into the foundation, then eventually into the dirt.

“How many?” One of the officers near him asked.

He stood up, “No idea. This room alone, maybe ten, fifteen, not including that piece of shit.”

“Jesus.”

“Yeah.”

Frank walked out of the class and down the hall past several more bodies being checked by paramedics, pointlessly. One was balled up between lockers, two were missing parts of their heads or face. He pushed through a side door into the fresh air of the outside, listening to the screaming of sirens and journalists clamouring for quotes. He fell against the side of the building and put his head in his hands. Third one of his career. His clothes smelt like blood. His hands smelt like blood.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“There was an active shooter at Letztelektion Secondary. Maybe still active.”

“Shit, how?”

“Just get there.”

The radio was barely audible over the siren singing and her own blood pumping in her ears. Detective Sauer was heading toward the school not as an officer, but as a parent. Out on a normal follow up call and then the radio came to life. Fuck fuck fuck. Please, please, please.

The police cordon was already up, special forces were stood around the building, a few with their rifles guiding kids out, searching them one by one at the entrance. Her mouth dried up. At least if they were calm the shooting was over. She ran over to one of the on scene officers.

“Is the shooter neautralised?”

“Yes, shot by the special forces while running out the back of the school.”

She wanted to thank God but she couldn’t yet. She eyed up the children, panic rising in her stomach.

“I need to go in.”

The officer nodded and waved her through.

The power had gone out in the school, probably to get the alarms to turn off. It was quiet, most of the children already evacuated. Sauer breathed through her mouth and stopped herself heaving. Mrs. Roth’s classroom. Mrs. Roth’s classroom. Mrs. Roth’s classroom. She jogged down the hallways glancing at all the classroom doors, shoes echoing off the tiles, click click click click click. The door was open, no, splinters of a door frame and a cheap lock on the ground. Broken. Oh fuck, oh God no. Mrs. Roth was lying on the floor at the front of the class, a red puddle behind her back and three red dots on her chest. She felt her breath catch and realised she was already crying. Stepping between the desks, slowly, painfully, torturing herself. Please, please, please. And she was there, her blonde hair wet and dyed crimson. She was on her knees and grabbing her cold hand, limply pressing it into hers, she felt her throat growing tighter and something animal coming out, but she heard no sound.

Harry pulled his jacket in as he walked up his drive. The wind was bitter as hell this time of year, and he shrugged off the idea of going hunting. All the birds and deer would be daft to go out in this weather, and so would he.

He sat down for breakfast with the letters he picked up, thumbing through the bills and spam. Not even fleeing to the wild countryside had managed to stop this shit getting through. He left them in a pile and opened the newspaper while he let his toast and tea get cold.

“Bloody hell.”

Front page, shooting at a German school. Twelve dead including the shooter. He shook his head and wondered why someone would do such a thing. He kept reading, no details of the gunman, except he was as student. What a waste, what a huge waste. So soon after the two shootings in the US earlier this year. Stories like this made him feel particularly wretched since he’d had children, but he couldn’t stop reading. Eventually the text ended and he moved onto another story, something about social media, so he skipped it, and read a particularly boring article about economic problems in Europe.

His son came downstairs, and Harry looked at the time. 10:30. Hell, when would he start acting like an adult?

“Morning Sam.”

He didn't say anything back, just grunted. A perpetual teenager, nearly twenty and still jobless, educationaless. Give him time, give him time, his ex-wife had always told him. Well, she didn’t have to live with him.

“Going to do some job hunting today?”

Harry knew he hated that question, not quite sure why he asked it again but feeling some parental duty to do so. Sam responded with a glare and took a bottle of orange juice upstairs. Yes, that was par for the course, standard procedure. Why hadn’t he had these problems with Jen, she’d grown up alright, moved to the city, managed to grab a solid job doing something techy. He didn’t much fancy spending his retirement babysitting, but it seemed more like that every day. Oh well, maybe we just needed to give him time. Yeah, sure thing, that was what the lazy shit needed. Time.

“Close the fucking door mom!”

That goddamn bitch, didn’t she respect his privacy at all? That was the third time she’d just burst in this week. Didn’t she understand knocking? Dumb bitch.

He shook his computer mouse and woke up the screen, jumping straight online. He stuck on some music and cracked open a warm beer sitting next to his bed. He perched on the end and started clicking around. Holy shit, a new shooting - US, wow, 36 dead and nearly a hundred injured. Hell.

Time to get to work, then. He clicked the link in his bookmark bar and logged in. His inbox was already full so he took a few minutes clicking mindlessly through the endless abuse and praise, news alerts, spam. He clicked off it and went to create a new post. Few things to update today, the tables needed another bump and a new stickied post needed to be put up. What a hassle, he’d only started this as a joke, something to do to kill time. Oh well, he supposed he needed something to do, the trailer was cramped and the site barely generated enough money for beer and pizza. Better this than being bored.

This didn’t feel as good as Jaewon had hoped. If anything he felt a little bit ill. He looked down at his hand and pulled off his gloves. They were shaking, hard. He reached up and pushed his fringe out of his eyes. When he pulled them back he saw they were smeared with red. It made him heave a little bit. No, this wasn’t fear, it couldn’t be, I’m brave, I’m brave. This is adrenaline, surely.

He looked down at the ground, a flower of blood sprayed out onto the floor and wall in front of him. That cunt wasn’t looking so pretty now. Still, he didn’t like how brutal it all looked. He pulled a plastic bag from under the teacher’s desk and draped it gently over her mutilated face. He nearly got up but realised her short dress had come down. He started sweating. Why not? He reached out to feel her breast, pulling it a little out the fabric to see it better. Still warm. His cock stirred a little bit. Ah, the good times we could have had.

He shook his head and stood up, now was not the time. Heading out to the door, he stretched his neck from side. Gotta warm up. He checked his gun, nearly out of bullets. Should have dumped less into her he guessed. Too late now, he supposed, it was time for his big show anyway.

Jaewon kicked through the front doors of the university and held his gun high, firing it into the air.

“Nop-eun jeomsu! Nop-eun jeomsu! Nop-eun jeomsu!”

He screamed until the police’s bullets tore through his lungs and brain, dropping him dead on the steps.

Frank sat at bar. It wasn’t even four in the afternoon yet and he was already buzzed. It had been a hard day, but maybe the easiest decision he’d ever made.

“You can’t do it, Frankie.”

“Sorry Don.”

He felt a little lighter for the first time in years. He hate to let down the guys but he had to look after himself, the sleepless nights were getting too much, and his work was suffering. Best to quit, do something else. Maybe private investigation work. Or he could train at the academy. Not right now though, right now he wanted to drink.

The last shooting set him over the edge. Couple of high school kids, boyfriend and girlfriend. Wasn’t even in his jurisdiction but the guys came to him for help after hearing about his work at the elementary school. Shitty stuff, fucked up. They’d been laughing the whole time, got it on the security tapes, which he sat through and watched the whole damned thing. Boyfriend had lived, girlfriend had shot herself first, and he chickened out. Cowards, both of them. They wanted his advice on questioning them.

It was too painful for him though, he wrote a small report on his advice, emailed it over, and spent the next two weeks unable to sleep for more than an hour or two a night. He still remembered some of the kids’ names, and they went through his head as he pictured the bodies. At the start of the third week, he walked into his bosses office and slapped his resignation on the desk. It was an easy choice. Harvey. Ellie. Leo. Bobby. Harper. Gracie. Miles. Hm, he was remembering less now. He ordered another drink hoping to forget the rest.

Obsessed wasn’t a word Harry liked to use, but he was probably obsessed. It started with that article on the German school shooting. Eventually curiosity got the better of him and he needed to know the name of the shooter. Then he needed to know what his family was like. Then his home life. School life. Love life.

First it started as professional insight. His psychiatry degree was now hanging uselessly on the wall, so why not put it to good use and try to find out what made this man, no, this child, work? Then he found himself gathering news articles online, putting them together in a spreadsheet. He had dreams of coming up with some great breakthrough, maybe a way to spot shooters before they did what they did. Pipe dreams of course, the last pipe dreams of an old man, so he let himself fantisize. Then why not help other people? Soon he’d bought a domain and set up a website, looking at shooting cases, gathering information on motives, details of the event - old ones, new ones. He started getting a little bit of traffic, people wanted more, old policemen, students researching, sometimes just morbidly curious people. So he did more. He even contacted police involved in the case to see if he could get some additional details, but he never made it very far. One call to an old US based detective seemed promising as he did consultancy work, but Harry was told he’d retired and couldn’t get any further. Oh well, no harm.

Hunting season had been a bust and he had crawled back to his office to work on the site like most mornings. Maybe look at re-formatting the layout to make it easier to search for information. He also had to start work on that Korean shooting, heavy stuff. It was still fresh but maybe he could scour social media to get some leads. He checked his email to see if any complaints or comments had come in, and to his surprise there was one new one, sent from someone calling themselves hanna66. The email’s subject was two words, “High Score”.

Detective Sauer was no longer human. Her daughter was dead. Her husband had left. She had no other children, no family she wanted to speak to, no pets. What she did have was rage, burning blinding rage somewhere deep inside her, wrapped in apathy. The rest of the world seemed pointless now, everyone walking around doing mundane bullshit like heading to work, or shopping, or going to eat out, or walking through the park. What was the point? None of this appealed to her now. She only had a single thing on her mind and that single thing was Elise. Elise at two years old, laughing at the crunchiness of the leaves in Autumn. Elise at six years old, screaming as her foot touched seaweed for the first time. Elise at ten years old sitting with her on a ferris wheel, cheering as she stuffed her face with candy. Elise at twelve years old crying because she’d gotten in trouble for kissing a boy. Elise at fourteen years old lying dead with a hole in her head, her pretty hair stained.

She let the image sit in her head and turn her stomach. Trying to ignore it, sleep it away, shake it off, nothing worked. It was burnt there forever. She instead had a little blog where she wrote about Elise’s life, what she dreamed she would do, what she wished she could tell her, what she hoped she would be like today, how much she dearly, dearly, dearly missed her.

When she wasn’t writing, she read a lot about school shootings. She’d found a few websites and forums dedicated to them. Some she liked more than others. Some were crass and seemed to treat the events like pornography, making jokes or commenting gleefully how terrible it was. Some were professional, like a little site which analysed the shootings after they happened. She often read the entry on Hans Richter. The little bastard who’d taken her beautiful little girl away from her. She would read it until she was shaking and crying from the anger. Bullied at home. Alcoholic father. Nothing that gave him the right to do what he did, not that anything could justify it. She would stare at the screen and wonder why why why.

“You’ve got to stop torturing yourself like this.” Her husband would say.

“You don’t understand! I have to know why!” She would cry back.

“Why do you have to know?” “I have to. I have to do it for Elise. You don’t get it. You don’t care”

“Hey, she was my fucking daughter too!”

“Then fucking act like it!”

Sauer was feeling particularly down. It was one of those grey days that dragged on endlessly, so she booted up her computer to do a little blogging, get out her thoughts and feelings. Oh, what’s this? The blog was gone. Damn internet, oh no, oh fuck. She wasn’t good with computers. Where was it? She clicked around a bit. Nothing. Damn, damn, damn this machine. She looked through her drawers, the address was written down somewhere. She pulled them out one by one, digging through them fast, scattering papers everywhere. She clicked around more on the screen but still couldn’t find it. Fuck fuck fuck. Not like this, I can’t lose my Elise again. No, no, calm now. She figured she could search for it. She searched for Elise. 25 million results. Okay, okay. Hans Richter. Still millions of results, mostly news articles. Elise Sauer. Fewer news articles now, and then her blog halfway down the page. Thank God, she sighed and went to click on it. Just under the link was another one, HIGH SCORE - HANS RICHTER - VICTIMS. What was this? She hadn’t seen that before, and she clicked, almost by impulse.

A list, a list of names. Eleven names. Eleven names with pictures next to them. There, near the top of the list, her little girl, Elise, name and photo, and a comment by the side.

This tasty little blonde bitch thought she could outrun ‘LITTLE DICH’ RICHTER but he managed to gun the cunt down. She’ll be sucking cock in the afterlife now.

No, no, no no no. Sauer was wailing, pushing her chair back as if to put as much physical distance between her and the screen as she could. Why? Who would do this? Who would say that? She turned her face away, tears rolling down her face, mercifully blurring her eyes.

She was in the kitchen for hours, pacing, sometimes crying, sometimes cursing. She could see the website was still open on her computer in the living room, but didn’t dare look further. What could she do? Send a message to the website to get it taken down? Call the police? Smash her PC? All of the above? After several drinks she was calm enough to consider going back and closing the website, but first she had to let them know how disgusting they were. They had to know how she felt.

She tried to ignore what it said about Elise, and tried to find an email address so she could send them a plea to take it down. She couldn’t find one. The more time she spent on here the worse she felt, angrier and angrier. Her teeth were grinding, now more in frustration at this damned website. She hit return at the top of the page. It was a full page on Hans Richter. She hadn’t seen it before, odd. She scrolled down a little bit, a full picture of Richter sat alongside a Bio section. She read it before she even realised she was doing it.

HANS ‘LITTLE DICH’ RICHTER tried out for the high score at his secondary school in Germany. DEAREST HANSY had a perfect opportunity to take the top spot, low security, packed classrooms, and his daddy’s illegal rifle. But ‘HANS ON DICH’ fucked it up like the virgin faggot his was, killing himself after only taking the lives of eleven cunts and sluts, not even touching the top twenty scoreboard. DICKTER blew his load early like the pussy he was, and even in death he disappoints.

She couldn’t look any longer. Who was saying this? Who would be so cruel and heartless? She copied down the url on a little piece of paper and then wrote it out in an email to some of her former police colleagues. “Investigate this. This is sick.” She wrote. She went to turn off the computer, but stoppeed just before pressing the button. She needed to tell her husband, surely? If not him, then who? She needed to tell someone, she needed someone to tell her how fucked this was, someone had to make sense of it. She sucked on her thumbnail. Well, maybe someone could? She had no idea why the name came to mind but it made sense. She went back onto her browser and found that psychiatrist’s website. She took down the email and sent a link to him as well.

High Score was a goldmine. Seriously fucked up, but Christ did it ever provide an insight. Harry had spent several hours already going through the threads. It was pretty simple, there was a top ten board on the front page that showed the most kills by shooter. The site seemed to make fun of everyone, shooters, police, victims, in a grotesque way. Everyone was a target and deserved it. Slurs all over the place. Each shooter had a profile, filled with information. Harry searched for the Korean shooter's name.

GUK JEAWON.

He clicked.

GUK ‘THE GOOK’ JAEWON only saw one thing with his slanty little eyes - revenge. ‘GUK THE CUCK’ was tired of his big dicked classmates getting all the primo-puss around his university so…

Harry stopped reading. What the fuck was wrong with these people? He scrolled down a little, there were sections on the victims, all thirty of them, all still as crude. A little lower was a video of him screaming and being shot by the police. Harry hadn’t seen that before and reminded himself to look a little later to see what insight it might give him.

A little further down was a section called ‘POSTS’. It was a screenshot of a comment posted on the forum side of the site. Whoever posted it said it was Jaewon’s post, claiming he was going for the high score and posting details of time and location. Below it were comments spurring him on or calling him out as a fake. The details did line up, Harry thought, but maybe that was a coincidence, or maybe to give the site some sort of fucked-up credibility.

He saved the page in his bookmarks, making a note to come back for his research, and decided to check out the forum side of site, see if it really could give a better insight into the minds of these twisted people. Clicking around, all the posts were similar to the ones Jaewon put up.

I’m going to do it - stay away from Ringfield High tomorrow. Check the news

With replies telling the guy to kill himself, or urging him to do it and take as many “cunts” or “sluts” with him as possible. Harry looked up the post date, but it didn’t correspond with any shooting in any high school, nor any school with the name Ringfield. Hmm, maybe it was just all bravado. He clicked through a few more postings, more of the same, warnings of an imminent mass shooting, cries to do it now and kill as many as possible, fantasists writing out mastabatory material on how they would kill their parents and bullies and religious figures and classmates. Maybe this was all just some sort of sick roleplay on a shock site? Why anybody would spend their time making fun of murder victims was beyond Harry, but he supposed there were darker corners of the internet with even darker people populating them.

A post caught his eye while scrolling.

watch the news, scotland cairnraggen primary. Going for the high score Got a rifle and ready to kill cunts before they grow up to be bigger cunts lol

Cairnraggen?

No, but that was... Odd. He looked at the post time.

An hour ago.

A fear came over Harry, something primal screeching from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, almost a seizure, a pure shot of adrenaline and cortisol hammering its way through his arteries, veins chilled to a stop by ice. A premonition, a psychic force, a raw spike of information into the mind that something is wrong and that you are missing that something. A slow burning fear, the sharp spike of embers. The view of disaster from afar, neck leaning like rubber sideways to see the car accident, the what if, the why them, the fear that something terrible is happening and you’re somehow connected. A single turn of the cog.

Click.

He looked up at the clock. 11:36.

Click.

He hadn’t seen Sam yet this morning, he wondered...

Click.

Harry was on his feet and dizzy.

“Sam! Sam!” He shouted, stumbling through the hallway to the stairs.

“Sam!” He shouted again up the stairs,

“You up? Sam?”

Nothing, absolute silence.

Something in his mind was blocking the full picture from being seen, a sort of daze in front of his vision as he took each step as fast as he could, which under his weak knees felt like hours. He burst through Sam’s bedroom door into darkness. The bed was crumpled up and the curtains were still drawn. Nobody inside. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Harry grabbed at his hair and nervously chewed his lip. His head was clouded with pure adrenaline, fear, the urge to run away, to do something, anything, but he froze.

Harry noticed the blinking light on Sam’s computer, and was drawn to it like an insect, letting the electricity pull him in. He shook the mouse and the screen lit up. The website was still up, and the words on the screen were damning.

Posted by YOU

Harry nearly threw himself down the stairs grabbing his phone and coat, tripping out the front door as he pulled it over his shoulder. Three steps out he had already called 999. Before a voice picked up he froze. Someone was speaking on the other side of the phone, but he wasn’t listening. Coming up through the valley, through the woods and the icy fog, echoing up the road, was the sound of a million sirens crying, and the faint smell of rust.

END

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aaaa-mpersand · 4 years

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Why I Love Hollow Knight

aka a super long essay I wrote about why this game is,,,, ridiculously good. Spoilers, though I’ve tried to keep them minor for the most part and as cryptic as possible, if you want to go into this game blind, this is not something you want to read. It’s part prose part essay part me waxing poetic. TW: bugs, minor character death, existential dread some quotes are taken directly from the game. They are usually in bold or italics. - - - Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Beyond this point you enter the land of King and Creator. Step across this threshold and obey our laws. Bear witness to the last and only civilization, the eternal Kingdom Hallownest. It was a long trek to the city, and even the nail that has kept all enemies at bay is starting to feel heavy on your back. You have braved acid lakes, fended off husks gone mad with The Radiance, climbed Crystal Peaks, and fought the Mantis Lords. Now, you are finally here. Past the city gate, into the cavern that houses what was once the heart of a great kingdom. The City of Tears

You stand in one of the city’s large spires, the endless rain pattering like piano notes against the embellished windows. These architectural feats were marvels of their time, a testament to Hallownest’s greatness, an open declaration of defiance against the water pouring down from the lake above the caverns. They were made to stand for eras, a love letter to the eternal kingdom. Now, Hallownest is a rotting corpse, and only the rain cries for it. Zombie soldiers, eyes yellow with Radiance, continue their endless patrols. Husks of citizens sit, glowing eyes unblinking, in their homes, dead enough to rot but alive enough to attack any living thing that comes by. The foundations of the buildings are already starting to wear. One day, they will crumble. One day, the lake above will run dry. One day, the rain will stop, too. You find a bench. There is already someone sitting there, a traveller you met along the road named Quirrel. He is a mysterious but polite fellow, with the simple goal of seeing all the marvellous sights of the world. On his head is a hat that looks more like a mask, black holes for eyes carved into it. On his back is a nail, one that looks much like yours. Travellers do not get far without them. He gestures for you to sit beside him. Even if you could speak, you would be too tired to say your thanks, much less argue. “The capital lies before us, my friend. What a sombre place it seems, and one that holds the answers to many a mystery,” he says, “I, too, have felt the pull of this place, though now I sit before it, I find myself hesitant to descent. Is it fear, I wonder, or something else that holds me back?” The only sound between the two of you is the soft patter of rain. If your silence disturbs him, he does not let it on. “Isn’t this a wonderful place to rest? I so love the sound of the rain upon glass.” You rest your fill, and you move on. At the center of the city, you find a collection of four carved statues. Three smaller ones surrounding a large––far larger than you––horned figure with black, hollow eyes. City of Tears––the rain pouring off of them certainly makes them seem as if they are weeping. Hornet, a spider-like creature with a shell that looks similar to yours, lands in front of you. Unlike your last meeting, her needle is sheathed. ‘Little ghost,’ she calls you. She tells you to seek the Grave in Ash, if you wish to play a part in Hallownest’s perpetuation, knowing the sacrifices that keep its crumbling remains upright. Using a thread of silk as a grapple, she leaps back into the murky shadows of the city.You cannot speak, so you only stare as she leaves. Turning, you read the inscription of the statue. Memorial to the Hollow Knight: In the black vault far above. Through its sacrifice, Hallownest lasts eternal. You look around at the empty streets, the pouring rain, the husk of a Radiance-crazed sentry with a nail driven through it lying on the cobbled pavement. Hallownest is already dead. --- Gameplay and storytelling: Immersion is a large part of every story, but Hollow Knight really takes it a step further. It is a metroidvania game, so immersion and storytelling through settings is pretty much a given in its genre. All things considered, Hollow Knight has a good, but not really amazing, storyline. Rather, it is the way that it tells its story that makes it memorable. Hollow Knight is a videogame first and a story after, utilizing its gameplay to tell its story better than words could. This is why watching let’s plays is enjoyable, definitely a wonderful experience, but there is a difference between dying five times trying to beat a boss or platform through an area versus watching someone die five times trying to beat a boss or platform through an area. There is a moment of surprise you wouldn’t get if you only watched the lore video, to see a character alluded to only by other people in an awed or fearful tone, only to find the hilarious but horrible truth of their fate, and their small stature. However, it is definitely possible for a person to enjoy this game without personally playing it. The setting and music are enrapturing. There are small stories in every new room and every enemy and npc you meet, the love put into every detail is astounding. Evidence of previous battles, the cracked husks of beings that look suspiciously similar to you, a hostile enemy still unaware of your entering, staring out over an endless lake, Hollow Knight makes the player feel like their story is a small part of something bigger, something more than themselves. A good example of this is a minor character named Tiso, a proud warrior who says he wishes to travel into Hallownest and challenge the colosseum there. If you decide to challenge the colosseum yourself, you’ll meet the enemies that he had to face, too––and maybe die more than a couple times trying to do it. If you travel to the Kingdom's Edge, you’ll find his shield and hat with a pile of other remains––all that is left of those who fail the tests of the colosseum. It is possible to go through the whole game and come out knowing not much more story than when you went in. Of course, if you did that, then that’s a whole waste of 15 dollars, and why the hell did you buy this game in the first place. Rather, through the large map and its immersive storytelling, the game makes the player work for the story. A lot of the storytelling is open ended too. Instead of info dumping everything, the game assumes that you are capable of putting the pieces together yourself. It is a strong case of showing and not telling, but it definitely works. This greatly encourages players to go out of their way to find out what happened before. Lore tablets––and text in general––are very sparse in this game. Rather than loading you with information and npcs to talk to, you’ll be overjoyed to find an npc hidden away at the corner of the map. Each one is important, each one has its own story to tell. There are no characters that feel like throwaways or filler. In addition, the player can obtain the Dream Nail, used to reveal any npc or enemy’s true intentions and thoughts. This adds yet another layer to the game; most players immediately go around swinging their Dream Nail at everything they can find after discovering this. In conclusion, Hollow Knight uses a lot of very interesting storytelling elements and tools in the most effective ways possible. Music, characters, text, setting, flashbacks. Nothing ever feels like filler, or something to be disregarded. Instead, there is a joy in discovering and in asking questions. In a way, the playable character is a vessel through which the player can hear the stories of other characters as much as they are going through a journey of their own. --- Story: Hollow Knight’s story is a very interesting take on the “Chosen One” trope, among others. It starts as a story we’ve all heard before, “oceans rise, empires fall.” Maybe it’s for that reason that the game keeps most of the backstory elements secret until the very end of the game, forcing you to dig for it and spend time on it. Meanwhile, you grow attached to the playable character, the characters around them, the world, and the story, so when the curtain finally rises on the hidden secrets of Hallownest, you feel its meaning as if it were your own journey. In the most plain terms, to avoid completely spoiling the game, the story is this. The playable character travels into the remains of a kingdom long fallen: Hallownest. Along the way, you meet characters that tell you more and more about the kingdom and how it got here. The Pale King, a god in and of himself, travelled to this place to build his own eternal kingdom, but in his goal to unite all caverns and areas of the region under his rule, he trampled the already existing gods past recollection. One of these is The Radiance, who in a desperate effort for revenge and self-preservation, sent a sickness upon the kingdom that turns bugs mad. In an effort to combat this, The Pale King created the Pure Vessel, the Hollow Knight, to contain it, and recruited three dreamers to seal it. But when the moment of truth came, and the Radiance was to be sealed away, they found the Pure Vessel was not entirely empty, it was filled with a hope for love and recognition from the Pale King. Hallownest fell to The Radiance. Now, your goal is to find a means to an end for Hallownest, caught in a fate worse than death. Along the way, you will find the truth behind your own creation, the story of the dreamers, and the extent of the sacrifices Pale King made to preserve his eternal kingdom. This story, if not driven by its storytelling, is driven by its characters. You meet, or at least hear of, most of the key characters in the story by the beginning of the game. The Pale King is referred to in one of the lore tablets extremely early in the game. The Temple of the Black Egg, its door sealed, is where you meet Quirrel. The Daughter of Hallownest, Hornet, tries to cut you down, claiming she knows what you mean to do. All of these happen in the first two areas of the game. For the rest of your game, you learn about these characters bit by bit. You interact with them. You find them in corners of the map you wouldn’t expect, and find yourself happy to see them. By the end of the story, you realise that you are much more entangled in this than you realised. The Pure Vessel and the story surrounding him is one of the best ‘chosen ones’ I’ve seen. Even the playable character is technically a ‘chosen one,’ though it takes the role because they are the best candidate, and not because anyone wanted or forced them to. Its fandom has one of the best found families, and the endings are open-ended enough that it doesn’t feel confining. This story has a lot of things to say about imperialism, power, ambition, sacrifice, fate, and relationships, and sometimes all of that can be found in the spires of a city, watching the endless rain patter against the windows as the piano plays in the background. --- My Interpretation: For a large part of my life, I was scared of the dark. I couldn’t bear to go outside to throw the trash out when it got too dark to see. It took me a long time––far longer than most––to learn how to sleep quietly in my own bed. For a long time, I didn’t understand this fear. Nobody around me seemed to understand either, when I asked them for help. Logically, I lived a sheltered life, and my neighborhood was safe. Demons, ghosts, monsters: they didn’t exist. It’s only now I realise that that childhood fear was rooted in this fact: you are a very small person in a very big world. You don’t know what’s going to happen to you. You don’t know what’s out there. You know, instinctively, that you are an ant. The universe is very big, much much bigger than you could ever imagine, and that it doesn’t care for you. Not for your ambitions, your dreams, your fears, your safety. Hollow Knight takes this and deals with it in a way that I love. It’s indicative in the first few moments. Your playable character is smaller than almost every other character in the game. You travel deep into a bug kingdom, much much bigger than you would have dreamed. Everyone around you is a bug too, from the meek to the courageous to the regal. Outside this kingdom is a bigger world, just as harsh as this one, maybe harsher still. All you have is your nail to keep you safe. Travellers before you have fallen. You are the only person left to pick up what’s left of their stories. The world is endless, it stretches in infinity through time and space. People have tried to conquer it before. They have tried to build eternal kingdoms, immortal cities, taking what is not theirs in the hopes that finally, finally, they will be big enough, they will be good enough. They have tried to delay the inevitable––that all things end. Mistakes have been made, evils have been committed. “This place is not a place of honor. No highly-esteemed deeds are commemorated here.” The world is big. Kingdoms are small. You are smaller. Still, you move on. Someone needs to put this coughing, dying part of the world to rest. You will get no lore tablets in your name, no statues to commemorate your deed. Yet you cannot find it in you to be affected. Somewhere, Hornet wakes up and finds herself no longer tied to protect a monstrous ghost of a kingdom, her future now her own. Somewhere, you put your siblings to rest, their lost souls and empty eyes now at peace. Somehow, that is more important, more eternal, than any city or any god. It will follow you even after you are gone. There is strength in being small. There is strength in not knowing where you come from, or where you will go next, but going anyway. There is strength in achieving great things, not because of recognition or greatness or immortality that could brush the stars, but because that is the story you want to live through. That is the footprint you want to make, even if it fades away with time. You enter a large world with a nail on your back, looking for the means to an end, and you leave with less. Perhaps there is wisdom in that. (and can you believe that this is an indie game, made by like, idk 3 people?? And it’s 15 dollars for a game you can spend 48 hours or more in total on. Absolutely insane sksksksks i love this game)

#games #videogames #tw bugs #spoilers #hollow knight #ghost #pure vessel #hornet #silksong #writing?#writing #me waxing poetic #existential dread #i get really passionate about something and then i write 2500 words on it haha #essay #prose

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xradinoxinterloperx · 4 years

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Angel Dust is Kidnaped! (little part of chapter of a Fanfic)

Originally written in Spanish, roughtly translated

Vaggie was stunned, at first, she didn't even know what to think about what had happened, she had tried to follow the limousine in vain to have any clue who it was. And although she first thought that it could be a rando that simply wanted to have a taste of the spider drag , she soon realized that it was most likely that it was his former boss, the Overlord Valentino, pimp and porn producer who had exploited Angel Dust his entire career and had no reputation for treating his "employees" with the greatest delicacy. Not only knowing how battered could Angel get out of this encounters but also encouraging the spider to fall in his old vices again, especially drugs and crime.. Vaggie knew that the fact that Angel was a hotel guest did not settle well with the demon Overlord, perhaps the day came that he wanted to claim what was his.

She would have to organize a rescue or a way to get Angel out of there. Not that he had taken too much love from the first Client of the Hotel. From the beginning and until now it was still causing problems and not really taking the issue of redemption seriously. But even because of that brainless buffon, Vaggie was willing to put herself at risk and not abandon him.

She returned to the hotel with Niffty to seek help from Alastor and Charlie. But only Husk was there attending the reception and the entrance bar. The whole return and the matter of finding out about the limo had taken a while. It was still early, Alastor and Charlie could take time to return, seeing that they would be in charge of talking with some demons of a certain importance. She was at the crossroads of having to wait or make a dangerous decision.

She did not want to get alone in the turf of an Overlord, but perhaps she had no choice but to try to solve this herself, although dialogue with that demon would result in some kind of extortion for sure. It had been a few hours already, and When she was not yet decided on what to do, she received a call. It was from Angel Dust nothing less. Maybe she was saved the trouble to go anywhere to hear the kind of blackmail the overlord got in mind.

Before taking the call, she noticed that on the screen that recognized Angel Dust's contact photo was not one she had configured. It was probably a photo take from his porn sets, probably after some scene, where Angel was naked on his back smiling at the camera with his legs spread, revealing more than what the demon Moth had ever wanted to see from him. she cursed the wicked spider bitch before finally answering.

Vaggie: Angel!

Angel: Hey Vaggie-doll ... - there was a lot of background noise, music and voices alike.

Vaggie Are you alright? What the fuck happened?

Angel: Well, Valentino happened.

Vaggie: I know it, don't worry, we'll find a way to get you out of there….

She heard the laugh on Angel's the other side of the line.

Angel: Hey hey easy ... you don't have to do shit about that, everything is going well.

Vaggie: What the hell do you mean !? Whethever you like it or not we will not let that guy exploit you again. We will not let you leave the hotel so easy after all the problems you gave us, you piece of shit ...

Angel: Hey, stop pissing off and listen for once, ok? They don't want me for more than the day, they offered me work and they even paid me cleanly.

Vaggie: What!? Do you think doing porn again is going to help us with what we are trying to do at the hotel?, are you also going to get a tattoo of the hotel in your ass to shit yourself more on us? We are gonna have to deal with you after that come pinga Valentino uses you again. And the things that he makes you do… you’ll come back all beaten and drugged again ...

Angel: Nonono babe ... Valentino is not even here ...

Vaggie paused a moment.

Angel: In fact, it seems he took his slice and left. He wants me to work yes, but its a one day thing and with other people. Velvet is still here, though. But she had been protecting me and saying that all of that new "goody" me, is what they need. She wants me to work with a friend of her, a bug-faced old wench director named Cify.

Vaggie: Velvet? La Velvet ...

Angel: Yes, that lady- Angel got distracted talking to someone else - oh thank you sweetheart! You are sweet-pie.

Vaggie: Angel? And you feel a little safer with that other crazy witch, are you nuts?

Angel: Hey, whatever you think you know about ... Vilvet - Angel chewed something - I know what she is capable of and i seen her done even worse, I know that ... she can be unstable. But it seems she wants me in one piece ...

Vaggie: What do they want you to do?

Angel: Well nothing out of the ordinary, they want me to fuck somebody ... in the literal sexual way I mean.

Vaggie: Ugh ... You don't had to clarify it.

Angel: I know, I know, but where is the trap you say? ... And there doesn't seem to be one. This gal Cify is a pretentious professional, all that hipster underground-artist vibe you know? she even offered me an all-detailed contract just for working this day, and you know how important those things can be down here ...

Vaggie: That's why I wouldn't trust someone like you who can hardly read to revise one ...

Angel: Auch, well, fuck you too Vaggie ...

Vaggie: Angel - Vaggie got angry again.

Angel: Hey is my damn body and I'm fine with this,capisci? At this point it is more trouble to back down- Angel sighed annoyed- Look, If I am calling you, it is because I don’t want you to lose your shit and do something stupid, because I do not want to cause trouble, all you would have to do is come and pick me up at the end of the day and see that everything is ok, does it sound good to you?

Vaggie: ... -Vaggie was silent on the line, only his sighs and hesitation could be heard.

Angel: In fact, Vaggie - Angel suddenly said in a slightly weird tone - Hehe..., about what they want me to do ... Maybe I have to ask you for advice. Not that I haven't done what they are asking before, but Ah ... it was while ago since the last time , and the way they asked me to ... Well...

Angel hesitated, as if feeling a little modesty, that puzzled Vaggie more, since Angel Dust was the most shameless and vulgar person she had ever met.

Vaggie: ... What the hell are you talking about? - Vaggie finally replied.

Angel: Well, it's weird, they just want me to be with a girl.

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cutepastelstarsalior · 4 years

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Hazbin Hotel; A suggestion.

Note this is just a suggestion/my idea on how to make Hazbin Hotek a better show. This is just my opinion!! No one has to agree or like it.

Ok ok ok. So I watch the pliot of Hazbin Hotek and I got to say that it’s interesting, but it needs work. Hear me out alright. If the show add some changes to it, it could work.

Here’s what I mean;

1 the story telling;

the story is interesting hell is overpopulated and Angels come and execute the demons to keep Hell in order, the princess of hell wants to change that by rehabilitating sinners.

Sounds good? The only problem is the way that it was animated. Now before watching the pilot I haven’t seen anything by Vivziepop before, so when I watch the pilot I was confused. Now maybe it’s just me not listening to the introduction but

THE GUYS ARE ANGELS????

Like they don’t even look stereotypical like angels! At first I thought they were demons dressed up as angels!!

Also the passing was too fast for me. Like it quickly jump from character too characters without tell people who is who. Hell when I first meet Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb I didn’t even realize that they were in a turf war until it was mentioned in the interview with Charlie and Katie Killjoy.

So I think to make the story run smoother some of the scenes should be switch around. The story can keep the introduction of the angel and how hell is overpopulated. The next scene could be of Vaggie and Charlie in the waiting room before the interview. Next it should be the interview itself. Then when Katie mentions the turf war it could cut away from interview to Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb fighting, then back towards the interview.

There Charlie can explain her idea of the rehabilitation, have her sing her song(side note I could barely hear Charlie singing over the music). Then it could have Katie mentioned how Charlie had no first patron. Charlie say she does there it cuts to the turf war where we meet Angel Dust. After that the story can continue as it normally does.

2 the story itself. The story is good, it confusing. Why does God need to sent angels down to heaven to “cleanse” it? Where are Charlie parents; the king and queen of Hell? Why does God care if He’ll is overpopulated? Well I have an idea. The story can still have the angel cleansing sinners and Charlie can still want to the rehabilitation, just have the plot been an it different.

In Hell the king and queen are getting Charlie to become the new ruler, to prove that she can be a leader Charlie wants to do something to help her people and to prove to her parents that she can do it. She wants to help Hell with its overpopulated problem. So one day during the cleanse; Charlie also with Vaggie and Angel Duat go to heaven to talk to God. There Charlie explain to God how she wants God to stop killing her people. God thinks they are doing a good thing, they fight.

But God makes a deal with Charlie; if Charlie can make 1,000 sinners be rehabilitated in one(1) year God will no longer killing any of Hell peoples anymore AND sinners who were wrongly place in Hell (sex workers, drug addictes, ect.) will no long go to Hell. But if Charlie fails, Charlie and her family give up their kingdom and come back to heaven, and the rest of Hell will be killed. Weighing her options Charlie agrees. Once back in Hell Charlie and her friends trys many to get sinners to be rehabilitate.

3 the characters.

Ok so I have some problems with the characters; the outfit, color, and personality. Ok so basically everything.

1 Husk

He fine but his character has to much detail and it need some work.

2 Niffty

She fine too, she just needs to look more like a 1950’s housewife.

3 Cherrie Bomb

She ok, but her outfit just needs some work (also I read Cherri Bomb’s wiki and I’m totally upset that she was originally going to be an angel AND be Angel Dust’s daughter. I’m bummed out that happen)

4 Charlie

Ok so I like Charlie, she alright. But her character need something, she’s a bit plain. I wish that her character was a bit more determined or more of a go getter. I mean she the PRINCESS of HELL and she just lets people make fun of her. I mean yeah, during her fight with Katie she was determined and agressive. But she should be like that more! I mean if the pilot become a series it would be cool to see Charlie’s character development.

Also! Her design! She’s very plain and her family is plain too. I mean they rule of Hell they should look at least imitating! Charlie should look more demonic or even more like a monster, it can even help with the story! Like Charlie could look very scary or dangerous but even with her look she is a good person.

3 Vaggie

SHE 👏🏻 DOSN’T 👏🏻 LOOK 👏🏻 LIKE 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 MOTH 👏🏻 SHE 👏🏻 SHOULD 👏🏻 LOOK 👏🏻 MORE 👏🏻 LIKE 👏🏻 A 👏🏻 MOTH 👏🏻 Also she’s Latina and I think it was be cool to have that in her design. ALSO her Name sounds like a female genitalia and that’s weird and gross..

Also I don’t like that she very angry. ( look I’m white so I don’t really have any major problems with her Personality but I think other people might). That being said I still don’t like that her personality is anger, or having most of her personality be anger. It also says on her wiki page that she dislike men and that she is a lesbian it makes me upset. Like you can write a lesbian girl that doesn’t hate men! It’s not difficult! Yes I know that Vaggie get anger when Angel Dust says something racist and sexist like that valid that she’s upset!

Like In the car scence when Angel Sid those radix and sexist things maybe instead of Vaggie angrily yelling she could have walk over toward Angel, got in his face and told him why he shouldn’t do that. And if he didn’t listen to her maybe Charlie could see how upset her girlfriend was and demanded Angel to apologize or we put on the streets. Or something like that

And when she is try to help Charlie with the hotel that can be stressful. But the only time we see when Vaggie isn’t angry it’s when she with Charlie. (I do wish that they were more lovey dovey with each other or at lest have each other kiss the other on the cheek or said I love you. Or maybe that’s just me nick picking) I just want to see Vaggie show more emotion then anger.

4 Angel Dust

First off, I think Angel dust should look more like a spider then be really feminine guy with extra arms. I mean like it’s cool and awesome that Angel Duat is feminine but I wish that there was more spider-ness to him.

Ok I like Angel but he needs some work. Like I’m not really a big fan that he’s over sexual. I mean it’s fine that he’s a flirt and a bit pervert but that fact that he is over sexual is the problem. Then same thing with the drugs. Like he die from a drug overdose, he does drugs in Hell and he said that he was mostly clean in the pilot. I know that the drug thing is played for laughs but I think it would be interesting to actually see the side effects of Angel’s drug addiction or at the least see him trying and maybe even failing to control is addiction. It would give him more to his character.

Same thing with him being over sexual. Like I know that he is a porn star and/or sex worker but it would be interesting to see that in the show. Like it can show us Angel meeting a client then in the morning it can show him leaving or something. It would also be neat to see more of his relationship with his boss, Valentino, who is Angel’s pimp. It’s also canon that Valentino is aggressive and physical harms Angel. It would be neat too see Angel off handle mention to Charlie and the others that his boss is physical rough with him only to notice that his friends are worried for him. Thus making Angel reliase that people actually care about him and he get friend ms and be happy. It would be neat to see the reason why Angel is so sexual is that it’s a coping mechanism for him to deal with all the shit he has been though. Or that it was just how he act for work and that he doesn’t really know how to act around friends/ people he is non sexual with. Or maybe that the reason why he so sexual is because he has a hyper sexual disorder/addiction. Just something to show people that Angel isn’t a cliche stereotype and that he is a character with feelings and a personality.

5 Alastor

He needs to look more deer like or more like a radio host. He too red. Also he is mixe ethnicity and part Creole, so it might be cool to see that in his design?

He’s a cool character, my favorite acutual. I just want him to be more creepier. Alastor is canonical a serial killer I think also a cannibal I’m not sure. I kind of wanted him to appear later in the pilot, the hotel could be getting random donations from a mysterious donor that includes the new name, better hotel, two new employees, ect. And no one really knows who is the donor but everyone is suspected. Later it would rebel that it was Alastor, this learning more about him and how he is a powerful demon instead of having to know about him through a quick introduction.

TL:DR; All the characters might look better with different design. Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel Dust should have deeper personality. I don’t like that Vaggie is a cliche angry Latina woman who hating Men; it feels like a stereotype to me(then again I’m white so I’m not sure if this is true for other people or for Latino/a folks) I don’t like that Angel is a cliche stereotype gay sex worker that’s a drug addic. The story might be better if it had a clear plot;

This is just a suggestion/ an AU

God makes angel kill sinner because he’ll is overpopulated. Charlie wanting you prove to her family that she can be a good ruler goes to heaven to talk to God. The two make a bet; if Charlie can get one thousand sinner to be reformed Gib will stop killing sinners and let innocents sinner(sex worker, drug addiction, ect.) be free and no long be in hell. If Charlie loses her and her family must give up ruling Hell and go back to heaven also everyone in Hell will be killed.

#fandoms #hazbin hotel #my thoughts #does this sound rude? i hope not #long post

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mindlessselfdeprivation · 5 years

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The Nothing

It’s just like The Neverending Story. It’s not darkness, it’s not even a hole, because even hole would be something. No, this...this is just nothing.

That’s depression. That’s what true despair is, it’s The Nothing that eats up your everything. It bleaches your life, nothing has any color or flavor or texture anymore. Food sucks, company is annoying, being alone is excruciating and substances exist only as a shit-ass temporary floaty. Recreation means nothing anymore, every desperate action during the day is taken only to distract me from myself for a little bit longer. Sleep will come soon, and in sleep there’s just that sweet fucking nothing.

Which is what you feel like you constantly have, at any given time. Nothing. The Nothing has it now. And now every memory is covered in spikes, too painful to even go near.

Nothing can make you feel ok anymore, and your good days are the ones where you only brood and lament your life for a few hours out of the day. You know, as opposed to every second you’re awake.

Those days happen so much more often. I swear to fucking God, some days I feel like the pain inside me is gonna open a fucking hole in the earth. Like I’m no longer going to be able to keep this horrible monster at bay anymore, and the scream that finally peals out of me will shred my lungs and crack open an abyss that swallows me once and for all.

I fear for anyone that might be around when that bomb goes off. Which is another problem. Although I’m desperate to be seen and heard and known and loved, I’m fucking terrified of getting near anyone ever again, it seems like an absurd idea to even say it out loud. I’m a goddamned hurricane, I’m a fucking natural disaster on legs, an extinction level event taken human form. All of my relationships....it’s just a festering sewage basin, that whole area of my life. Everything there, flies and pestilence, disease and rot.

That’s my heart in there too. Fucking rotten, like an old forgotten tree stump wasting away in a swamp somewhere in whogivesafuck. Thinking on it, can I even love anymore? Do I even know what that is anymore?

An older woman I work with asked me for a hug the other day cause she was a little sad, thinking about her brother that died...and I was happy to oblige, she’s the sweetest little thing. And I realized - holy shit, this is the first real hug I’ve had in an entire year. I’ve hardly touched anyone for ten months outside of a handshake or a friendly bro-hug.

And afterwards she thanked me and said I gave great hugs, and it dawned on me...I remembered being a guy who loved hugs, remembered a guy that was very romantic and affectionate, that insisted on using physical touch to remind those around him that he loved them dearly....then I looked over from that guy to the one that’s in there now. What a shadow, what a husk he’s become. Empty and hollow and discarded. A lost soul...an inevitable consequence of The Nothing.

The worst thing? I mean, if there is a blacker black than all the rest...

The Apathy. That’s what The Nothing shits out and leaves behind for you. You just don’t....fucking....care...anymore.

I used to have passion, play music, learn language or just about any damn thing else (I was always such a junkie for knowledge), write stories or poetry or music or any one of a dozen other things that enjoyed. And I don’t even write this out of sadness or with some sense of self pity, this is just a cold, apathetic recall of facts. There was a guy who knew love and there’s the guy sitting there now. And those are simply two different guys. And the insurance adjuster in me is fairly certain that at this level of damage, it’ll cost more to repair the existing vehicle than it would to just buy a new one.

I don’t have any real relationships anymore. I have the ones that are necessary to maintain normal social function, but even those I put in just enough to get buy and no more. I’ve lost too much and hurt too deeply and hurt others far too much to let anyone close anymore. It’s hard to describe how it feels to look around you and realize you’re standing alone, no one around.

The only times I hear from someone is when they need something from me. I’m like a tool for rent. Why buy this thing when I only ever need to use it once in a blue moon?

Family? No, two sisters and two brothers in law that I don’t know anymore and they definitely don’t know me. A mom that taught me to use people like pawns and a dad so devoid of emotion and connection that it’s impossible to communicate, a daughter I never see or speak to anymore and an ex that swore we’d remain amicable for the sake of our daughter but slowly, methodically, and fucking brilliantly shut me out of her life completely...and my daughter with her by extension. Friends? No one there that knows me either, just people I talk to on occasion to spend a little bit of my distraction time with someone else.

But no one around me knows this. I put on a pretty decent mask I suppose, my boss apparently thought I was a really happy guy and married with kids. Ha. Cool, it’s working. I’ve gotten good at camouflage. It’s just another form of lying, and I’m incredibly good at lying.

Talking about it, is like...what’s the fucking point? This is a tar pit, baby. I’m not bringing anyone else in this. Even if you were standing right next to me with a brilliant torch, this darkness, this Nothing around me is far too thick to see it.

I miss writing though, maybe that’s why I’m finally doing this. Putting something down. I’m going to commit to talking to this fucking thing everyday. No one knows me here, I barely use this website. I only ever got onto it for....well, another person who eventually left. Maybe that’s why I feel I can be ok here, being naked and bleeding and fucked up and real.....no one who knows me by my mask will have to know what lives underneath it. This is my tree of trust.

I don’t want this to just be a dumping ground for depressed Emo bullshit though, I can go listen to Dashboard Confessionals while cutting myself if I wanted to go there. What I want is a true exploration and record of The Nothing as it grows stronger, what it’s taking, what fuels it, can I escape. I don’t want help either, I don’t think there is any such thing (see tar pit reference above). Maybe you’re always alone too, maybe you’re also constantly afraid that the house of cards will get blown down and people will see the real ugly inside.

Maybe this is just me yelling into the wind that you’re alone, but not so alone. Maybe all of us are and none of us. Maybe I don’t know what to believe anymore.

I’ve tried to remember it, you know. Happiness. I’ve tried to find that motherfucker like Sherlock and his dear Watson, complete with cocaine and violins. You ever try to think of a nice warm fire while you’re soaking wet and freezing your balls off? And how’d that work out for ya? Same idea - “Just think happy thoughts” is like telling someone that just fell into arctic waters that they should “Just think of a nice warm fire”.

Hopefully, they’re still giving you the finger when their body gets frozen in place. It’d be a bit of justice, if there is such a thing.

That happiness is like the thought of a warm blanket when I’m currently buried in snow. Doesn’t actually exist.

There’s not a day where I don’t wake up wishing to fuck that I hadn’t. And there isn’t a night that I go to sleep that I don’t pray that I won’t wake up this time. Life has become a grueling marathon of pain and most days I have trouble figuring out why I fucking bother.

Even as I’m writing this, I’m constantly stopping to wonder what’s the fucking point.

I’ve gone on dating apps, funny enough. But every time I actually think about having a connection with someone, it honestly freaks me the fuck out. I’m so fucking damaged, there’s just no fucking way I’ll find someone with a back strong enough to help me carry all this baggage. I freak out and delete the account.

It’s completely not about the sex for me, if you can believe it. I’ve got such a low libido recently that even the idea of it lately gives me paralyzing anxiety. I don’t want to have sex if it’s not with someone I have a good intellectual connection with, and I never have. The problem with that is that sex in my mind is held on this strange pedestal where it straddles the line between sacred entity and foul beast, and it’s gotten so complicated and ridiculous that I just don’t care anymore.

There isn’t anything even tempting or alluring about sex anymore. Even masturbation is almost completely without enjoyment, used every so often as a tool for general upkeep. And even this The Nothing has it’s hands on. The other day, I stumbled on a video that looked almost exactly like my child’s mother with another man...and I got physically ill. After throwing up 3 times and shaking for nearly an hour, I slowly pulled myself back from the panic attack I was having.

I didn’t eat for 3 days and I couldn’t get another erection for more than a week. Suppose it’s safe to say I’m still in love with that woman, I guess. Not only did I feel like absolute shit that whole week, I felt like shit for feeling like shit. My Yin and my Yang were both very very pissed off. This is just one of a number of broken fuses and faulty wires inside this broken machine.

Sometimes I wish we had the ability to do a form of Vulcan Min-meld, but with emotions and empathy. Especially when someone asks what’s wrong. Just grab their hand and rest it gently over my heart and let it tell the story for which I’ll never have the words.

That’s also why I’d be scared like hell if that were possible, I’d be afraid the weight of it would crush them. I’m not trying to be really morose or hyperbolic, I’m fairly certain the vast majority of people walking around out there don’t carry this. I’ve talked to them, I know them. When you’ve spent a fucking lifetime perfecting your camouflage and your tower of lies, you can spot someone else playing that game from a mile away. And I’m not saying everyone else out there is skipping through a magic pixie lolly-pop fairyland or anything, but most people out there are general pretty stoked about being alive and doing stuff. People like me are out there, but I don’t see very many people that are under the spell of The Nothing.

I fucking hope not, this is an existence I wouldn’t wish on anyone, friend or foe. On that note, I also hope you aren’t going through that as well if you’re reading this right now. If you’ve never counted the different ways you could choose to end your life instead of counting sheep to fall asleep at night, you are truly blessed.

I hope you stay whole. And with whatever capacity I’m still capable of feeling it, I love you. Cause maybe you don’t hear it that often either, and for that I’m sorry. I’d rather go without food than love, and I’ve been in both spots before.

I hope The Nothing never finds you.

Until next time.

#TheNothing #Depression #WhoCares

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theeverbloomingdarkness · 5 years

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THE MUN PLAYS KH3

Here are my notes/comments I made while playing through KH3. The thoughts that went through my head.

***SPOILERS FOR EVERYTHING POSSIBLE. SPOILERS. SPOILERS.***

Tuesday, Jan 29th. 5:00 pm.

-Finally home and ready to play. Colored lights on, fluffy pants on, favorite blanket nearby, cats fed, pizza in oven, cold water in fridge, juice smoothie drink standing by. Waiting on my pizza to finish so I can eat dinner while listening to the title screen music. Have not put game on yet. (Just so happened to get my Marluxia keychain the other day too! Got my game today.)

-Here we goooooOOOOOO.

-OATH ORCHESTRAL IS SO PRETTY. Also expected recap. I bet there will be a lot of flashbacks in the game (update: not at all).

-Cable town seems a precarious place to live- also a pain to get around. Pretty. there’s a LOT of islands. (Update: homeworld of Keyblade wielders? Or base)

-Eraqus playing dumb? Messing with Xehanort? Or is he actually just like that and doesn’t know.

-Queue intro. Music feels off slightly but that could just be because I saw the trailer one first. Also new Marluxia content, gonna need a gif of that little clip jumping over the scythe.

-Darkside, of course. Nostalgia reasons. Would have been more interesting if they changed up the fight with him, I think. He’s always been a pretty lame fight.

HERCULES WORLD

-Cutscenes feel much more natural (first reaction). Also Donald getting shit on, always fun. (Update: the amount of shitting on each other in this game is unreal)

-Hercules’ new voice… Is it new? IDK, but I find it unnerving.

-The Instagram loading screens are weird? Not a big deal.

-Maleficent’s much needed glow up.

-The graphics are odd because some things look super good and then some things look kinda weird sometimes. IDK I just started. Generally very pretty.

-SORA, DONALD, GOOFY. Is this going to be a thing again? (Update: yes, it is)

-Guess Phil isn’t going to talk at all? Sort of weird (Update: speaking of NOT SPEAKING. Aeleus and Dilan. Not a single peep. Wow.)

-Xigbar’s voice is changing into Xehanort’s now. Someone help him.

-Holy shit an NPC. WTF was that scene??? I think that’s all that needs to be said here. Just, what? How did that even work? No idea where the girl was/how far? Didn’t see any fire? Too slow? Yeeted into the universe. Little girl saved???

-Jumping around when you get hit with fire is annoying.

-Fighting those Titans was a shirt storm. It was soooo janky for me. (update: the combat in this game is incredibly aerial based)

-“May your hear-- ?” Unsure if game bugged or not. (Update: I get it now. Thanks, epilogue.)

-So Axel DOES get an outfit, wonder if we’ll ever see him wear it. (Update: AT THE VERY END

-Phone call. Is it my boy IENZO??? Oh, nope. D: WAIT, there he is.- -MOODY AELEUS??? What does he have against Roxas? Just because he left the Organization? Yeah, like Axel. Stop the bias against the other Org members.

-GODDAMMIT they did it again with the title card.

TWILIGHT TOWN

-Seifer and gang left for a “hero’s journey”.

-IENZO SPYING? IENZO CHUCKLE. Ienzo didn’t know= that makes sense. He’s so…happy (Update: he really is chipper in this game) -KIDNAPPED EVEN? -Just get Even to make him a body. -I too could go for some hot wings, little girl -Talking about Sora. I figured, but I hoped.

-Darn you Axel for being attractive -DILAN

IT’S MARLUXIA TIME. MARLUXIA TIME. MARLUXIA TIME

-What a lovely world; everyone’s having a nice time… It sure would be a shame, if someone….ruined it.

-Mar you creep. PINK EYES?

-FAVOR? Oh. :I Balance, eh? Do you believe that Mar? Also would rather forget? Himself, or does he mean Sora?

-Marluxia does indeed dislike nicknames.

-Is Marluxia really out to protect the light/Rapunzel for balance? If it were anyone else it’d be easy to write off. (Update. Like Larx for this story it’s just about making sure they have the PoH backups)

-Time for Mar to be an ass. Lol. Sounded like he wasn’t even trying. He likes it when they run. Also I guess Mar tied Flynn up in this version? -HE’S SO PRETTY -SLEEP BOY! Also…Mar? New power? Lol. How handy, wish I could do that to myself. (Also the comment about him being good at sleeping or something? Guess he knows that from DDD? When they were all there at the end. Or upon learning he was in a pod for a year.)

-The bosses thus far have been huge and really annoying to hit/air battles.

-On Marluxia, still looks like they’re just using him for Nort fodder at this point. Even though it still makes no sense at all.

-And I’m sure that’s all I’m gonna get this game for Marluxia.

-ALSO, Reapers baby. CALLED IT.

-Get Even to make one! Well Goofy’s right, Ienzo might be able to do it. OH MY GOD I CALLED IT. Good job Riku for being smart.

-*Sidenote: If you haven’t seen Tangled some things might seem disconnected to you as a player. (Update: this goes for most of the Disney worlds actually.)

TOY STORY

-Final Fantasy??!?!?! LOL Riku and Noctis fusion

-WTF. Shot by YMX into Square Enix? Oh nope, Gigas.

-OOO Woody burn. No one loves you Xehanort.

-Should have been ,“There’s a snake in my boot”

-ANOTHER Woody burn.

-I feel like Young Xehanort learned something they already knew???

-OH YEP. Need Even. I wonder if Aeleus and Dilan will talk in this game (Update: nope)

-OOOO Evil meeting. Everyone yell so you can hear each other. DAMN IT VEXEN, you mad science man. At least it’s a believable reason for Vexen. Unlike Marluxia, which is total bullshit

-Gummi flying takes forever.

FROZEN. Ready to see my girl Larxene

-This is literally the my friends are my power game with the way the combat is set up (Update: Very Aerial and AOE oriented gameplay)

-Also enemies have a lot of HP

-Lol. Oh yeah, memory loss. They filled her in.

- Using the electricity to move the blocks and trap them… I can be like, ok I’ll buy that. But this is a complex-ass labyrinth

Along with Marluxia’s sleep thing and now this,… Headcanon that it’s due to Xehanort influence possibly?

-Larxene Nobodies! They look like ninjas. YEP. Just checked. Called Ninjas.

-Giant Larxene knife symbols on wall. Classy.

-Did Larxene just show Elsa up with that labyrinth btw?

-LET IT GO. LET IT GO. “I don’t know what I just saw”. lol

-What is with all this Larx ice using? I dun like it >.<

-Again boss is up so high the fight is really floaty and crazy

-What girl??? Who??? Namine? Kairi? Streli? Not Larxene . Must be Kairi. (Update: STILL DON’T KNOW THE GIRL. Future game plot point)

-KARATE Aqua

-Oh god, not Pooh Bear. Please be optional.

-Ienzo has an Instagram.

MONSTERS INC

-Alright Vani where you at?

-LMAO Sully just grabs him and throws him in a door xD That is a GOLDEN moment

-Ienzo’s gonna be the one who saves Xion Roxas and Ventus. Nice.

-This is “shit on each other the game” isn’t it?

-Oooo evil meeting. MY PALS. Marluxia is WOKE as fuck., he’s like nah he just wants our empty husk bodies as vessels. Larxene ain’t having it, yep, that’s what I thought. You? Canon ‘Marly’ Omg Benched, I believe it. REBEL GROUP. REBEL GROUP. (Update: I chanted this in my head a lot)

WHAT??? Another purpose? Luxord in. TELL US THE PURPOSE? All four of them? Wow. Demyx and Luxord in Union X confirmed. :/ Not a fan of this. Too many keyblades.

Ugh I want more plot Dx Gotta do Pirates.

*So it does seem like the four of them don’t want to be in the Org? But again they aren’t doing anything about it so???

So the reason they let them back (Mar and Lar even though traitors) is because they want their ancient keyblade powers. (Update: This is never mentioned again. Like, why does it matter to Xehanort? Did Xehanort pull them out of time? More questions)

PIRATES

- Vexen and Lux. Oooo Vexen not obeying. Luxooooord. REBEL GROUP. REBEL GROUP. -Pausing air fight to feed cats. Not enjoying this flying oof. Thank goodness it isn’t all shooting -Who needs air? -Wow nice ship and sails Luxord -Whatever you want eh Luxord? -Gonna honor the rules Lux? Did he lose on purpose? -Hope eh? -LOL No Parley. OOF breath on his face, into the ocean. Luxord just got burned. First Vanitas now Luxord - Dramatic walk scene? Awwww

-GDI Axel change your clothes -Was thinking this at the first scene but GDI I know people are going to ship these two

-Here comes darkqua? -A tale of two Ansems. Feeling Namine guilt? -Hayner bout to get FUCKED. WHAT GIRL? -WHAT THE FUCK? Nobodies? Who doing this??? -FUCK it’s Vexen. Good Vexen? What? :o Is he lying??? FUCK CLIFFHANGER. I appreciate all the diff character interactions in this game though. Does Vexen secretly have a heart of gold and is in on the REBEL GROUP?

BIG HERO 6

- Data Riku or Repliku? Going with Repliku. But the enemy is very codedesque. Also Data Riku is just Data, no body. Could also be timetravel bs - Replica confirmed. Not sure if it’s the same ”Repliku” - Hoping actual Repliku will come back. Riku did mention his other me after all

ALL PLOT FROM HERE ON OUT FINALLY

-Darkqua music was great

-Aaand she’s gone. Again. OR NOT

-Finally these two: Vexen and Demyx. DUNCE. LMAO their fighting. REBEL VEXEN. What’s in it for you, Demyx??? UHHH Not becoming Xehanort. (Demyx continues to be a douche character). Marluxia? Maybe. DEMYX TIME. Oh my god. Was that intentional??? LMAO Demyx is so ‘useless’ no one expects him to do anything. Nice FAMILY REUNION

VEXEN YOU LEGEND. I always liked him. Now it’s up to you Marluxia >:Y I think Vexen may have been talking about Ansem the Wise. Also may not still completely trust him because it says he went back willingly. Unless he changed his mind when learning about Ansem the Wise. (Update: Nope, Vexen really is a legend. I love him).

CASTLE OBLIVION -Vani fight, nice. Great music -HE UP. Go visit your old friend Mar.

-Ventus gets to meet both Axel and Marluxia as adults. How odd.

-Sudden Saix. So casual. WHAT GIRL? WHAT GIRL???? Is it Strelitzia? Skuld? New character? (Update: Again, future plot point.)

-Repliku with Riku.? YEP. DOPE. Save Namine? (Update: Yep. To protect Namine).

BATTLE TIME

-Enter Terranort. Shock for Ven to see. -Axel got fucked. -SHIT AN F5. - Everyone died. The end -STARS???? More pieces???? WAHHHT PAST? Union X Club??? Streli?! D’x

The Final World :O

-DEAD.

MARLUXIA? NO, VENTUS. YEP Ventus. Aw…

-Chirithy is great.

-Vexen gonna save the day with a replica? And Demyx lol. They both got benched. What a team up. (Update: And we never heard from them again. They literally just dipped from the Org and none of the Norts did anything. (Update: No idea what happened to Demyx. He dropped off the replica and was outie).

-DÉJÀ VU. Oof.

-EPHEMERA! THE KEEEEEYS. All the dead people

-UNION LEADERS KEYS. Also all the others, but I believe I saw five? What I’m saying is those four-five Starlights= Dandelion Union Leaders.

-??????? YEN SID DID SOMETHING HOLY SHIT

-Is Vexen with the coat guys up there??? -Also Demyx??? -Do they have a PLAN??? (Update: Nope, they literally just dipped).

-MARLUXIA THEME I HEAR IT

-MY CHILDREN WHY R U WITH XEHANORT???

-Thank you, Luxord awww. Such a cool guy…(Update: Sora still has the Wild Card)

AWww Larx. Heart tank? NO THANKS. Along for the ride- With?? (Marluxia?)

MY BOOOOOY Dx

*MEMORIES BACK???? Real laugh. A smile. He DID forget. Always about “purpose for being with Mar”. How did I predict that? (Update: Marluxia amnesia confirmed? Also why the heck didn’t /he/ rebel. Makes no sense. I blame Nomura. He also gave no reason for why he was following Xehanort. Again, it’s pretty BS. NO EXPLANATION.)

Riku down. Very interested in what Xigbar will have to say… Repliku repossession! NOOOO. Repliku stay! Roxas, of course.

PROTECT NAMINE. D’:

He just wanted that keyblade bro. What?????? Why the backwards drama D: (Update: Nope. Xigbar just playing the role, or should I say Luxu).

Fucking Axel. That smart mouth.

Saix would have let him die; also I knew it was Xion from trailers.

:O XION. He knew.

And Roxas is in. The music has been SO GOOD.

Vexen Zexion Ansem Demyx. LUL GET FUCKED Xemnas.

WHO IS THE HER>>>>

Vanitas sounds higher pitched in this game.

GUARDIAN??? This is weird.

I don’t believe in perma dead Kairi.

WHEN’S THE BOX? ALSO Luxord’s Wild Card!

*Btw guess Vexen and Demyx just left so the other Norts replaced them instead of doing anything about it

Awww, Saix. Or rather, Isa.

Didn’t shed any tears, but the part that got me feeling the most was with Xehanort and Eraqus tuff at the end, surprisingly

I KNEW IT WOULD END WITH A BEACH PARTY. Again, awwww, Saix.

*** WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO DEMYX? What did he even do to help besides delivering the replica LMAO??

WHY DIDN’T I GET TO SEE MY BOY IN THE ENDING? Maybe secret ending. ☹ (Update: Nah)

Oh yeah, Sora vanished btw.

*Xehanorts VA could have had a better performance.

-Wow. Xigbar really was the MoM? Union leaders alive? OH, nvm he’s Luxu. Guess he picked up on MoM’s behavior and mannerisms. Also been through many bodies I see… No Ava.

WHAT’S IN THE BOX GDI.

UH OH. New game board. 7 evils. Five being leaders and Xig, 2 Unkowns. Please don’t put Mar through more of that, IE make him be in another Org/group.

They never opened the box, did they.

#kh3 spoilers #spoilers #kingdom hearts 3 spoilers #kh spoilers #kingdom hearts spoilers

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Anchor~s.m.

Consider it the part 2 of “Hey, Legend,” (read here) but can be read as a standalone. This shit is 4.1k words long so its gonna be a ride, y’all :)

Heavily unedited but I hope you lovelies enjoy!

Also, more towards the end I made a pretty big jump, sorry guys 🙈

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Y/N’s POV

“And lastly, I’d like to thank my beautiful wife, Y/N. Honestly, where would I be without her? She’s my world, my soulmate, the love of my life, a goddess among mankind, the literal queen of every fucking thing, she’s-”

“Darling, put it down before you break it,” Shawn sighed, smiling up at me.

My eyes darted down to his. “Shush,” I hissed, crinkling my nose. I held the award higher and turned my attention back to my imaginary audience. “Now, where was I? Ah, yes, my wife, Y/N. She is the wind beneath my wings, the muse behind my music, without her, my guitar wouldn’t strum, my soul wouldn’t pour out nearly as much passion as it does today, my-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shawn threw his hands up and stood up from his place on our carpeted bedroom floor. He took the award from me (mid fake speech, might I add. How rude!) and held it above his head. I looked up at it and growled.

“Give it back! I wasn’t done!” I tried to reach for it, which, of course, backfired on me, because it somehow slipped my mind that my husband was 6′2, of course, towering over me. I threw my hands down and pouted. “The imaginary audience is waiting for me to finish my speech, Shawn,” I raised my brows and folded my arms. I was pretty sure no one interrupted him with he gave his actual speech at the VMAs. Why was he doing it to me?

“Well the imaginary audience agrees that you’re taking this way too far, and should give it up and help your husband unpack,” he said, walking over to his bedside table and placing the shiny, silver moon person on the it. He looked at it for a few seconds before licking his thumb pad and swiping it across the statuette’s tiny head. I giggled at his action as he smiled in satisfaction and walked back over to me. “Now, baby, I have weeks worth of dirty laundry that we should get started on,” he asked, taking my hands in his, pulling my back down on the floor with him, next to one of his opened suit cases. I looked inside of it and glared. Not because I didn’t want to have to deal with it, but because Shawn, like always, couldn’t be bothered to fold his garments neatly like I always told him to. It didn’t matter that they were dirty or would be confined in the suitcase, he could still make it look more presentable. Maybe it was just my OCD getting the best of me, though.

“Alright, let’s get started,” I reached over and grabbed a handful of button downs, starting to create piles of whites, darks, and colors. I was pretty sure the shirt I wore, the black one with the white trees on it, was the only button up he didn’t take with him. After all those clothing outlets sent them to him, he had grown attached and pretty much opted for those instead of the other shirts he had. I didn’t mind though, he looked amazing in them and they were much easier to remove when need be. I smirked lightly at the thought

As Shawn began to fill me in on his schedule for weeks to come, I refrained from stopping him and letting him know that I didn’t want to think about that for now. He had only just gotten home, the bags under his eyes only a small reminder of how tired he was. Jumping city to city for different promo events, tours, and finally the VMAs had taken a toll on his appearance, and I had noticed his voice was light and slightly gravelly from his tired vocal chords. I never brought up my concern, because I knew how stubborn my husband was.

“Sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,” I thought to myself, remembering what he told me the first- and last- time I brought it up. “Or that one perfect moment, where you know you’ve done something right’’” he said, planting a kiss on my forehead, a universal sign between us both that I needed to drop whatever worries I had.

“Is that why the both of us are so exhausted?” Shawn asked out of nowehere.

I jumped, dropping the socks I had in my hands. “Huh?” I asked, side eyeing him.

He cocked his head. “What you just said, ‘sometimes sleep needs to be sacrificed to get that one perfect creation,’” he told me, and my eyes went wide. Had I really said that out loud?

Quickly, I made a recovery before he could notice. “Uh-um, yeah,” I gave him a nervous laugh and shoved him playfully. “Could be,” I said. “I mean, we’re both always writing, me an article and you a song. There’s always the constant struggle between us both for it to be perfect,” I sighed, and picked up a shirt, throwing it into the whites pile.

“Did you finish what you were working on during the show?” he asked me, tugging me closer until I was in his lap. He leaned back against the trunk at the foot of our bed, dragging his hand up and down my back. In that moment, my concern-for us both-vanished.

I nodded lightly, placing my head on his bare chest, AKA my second home. “Its not my best work but at least I got it done,” I said. “Michelle doesn’t want it until Tuesday so I have some time to do a little more with it,” I said while I toyed with the drawstrings on his gray sweatpants.

I was lucky enough to have an easy going boss like Michelle Tan-editor in chief of Seventeen. She gave me a day long extension on one of the featued articles for the September issue after she heard about how rough the night I was supposed to send it in was for me. And by rough night, I meant crying over my husband who was miles away and couldn’t take away the ache in my heart caused by his absence. But she didn’t need to know that. And considering I was always on time with my articles, she was willing to let it slide just this once.

It was the first and last time, thought, that I would let my lonliness get in the way of my work.

“That was understanding of her,” Shawn smiled, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Sorry you were so distracted because of me, sweetheart,” he said, and I couldnt’ tell if he was genuinely apologetic, or just being a cocky shit.

I didn’t have time to reply, because the ringing doorbell sounded from all the way downstairs.

I furrowed my brow and stood up, Shawn doing the same, heading for the bedroom door. “Who’s that?” I asked, looking at the time on the clock that hung over the door frame as I followed Shawn out. It was well 12:30 on the dot. I didn’t know of anyone we were expecting, no family or friends.

“I noticed time got away from us and we didn’t get a chance to go to the store to get stuff for dinner,” Shawn answered, making a 360 before he descended the stairs as the bell rang again. “So I ordered some Domino’s,” he smirked over his shoulder as he opened the door, pulling out a $20 from his pocket.

I stood at the top of the staircase, smiling. It was the little things he never forgot about me that always made my heart jump-as cliche as it sounded. I was always in the mood for Domino’s, no matter what time of day it was. And he always pulled through and ordered it for me, because he just knew me so well. He was the man I married, after all.

“Thanks, man,” Shawn jutted his chin out to the pizza guy, box in his hand as he closed the door. Giving me a warm once over, he made his way to the kitchen.

“Sausage and cheese?” I asked him, loud enough so he could hear as I made my way down the stairs.

“You already know, babe!” he confirmed. I entered the kitchen just as he was taking out two plates for us.

“Did I just collect our pizza shirtless?” Shawn asked after being silent for a few moments while I grabbed two bottles of Smirnoff from the fridge.

“Yeah, you did,” I laughed, realizing along with him. “Did the pizza look like he was getting any ideas?” I joked, setting the bottles down on the island in the center of the kitchen.

Shawn got a mischievous look in his eyes, and he darted over to me, hooking his hands under my knees and lifting me onto the island. I shrieked-and quickly transitioned into a moan- as his lips begun to suck on my jawline without warning.

“No,” he husked in between his assault. “But I have some ideas of my own,” he said into my air, the tone of his voice, low, combined with the slight rasp, sending a chill down my spine that almost made me snap in two. He took the shell of my ear in between his incisors and tugged on it lightly, then got a bit more harsh as I sucked in a sharp breath and pulled him closer to me by his broad shoulders.

He took my hips in his large hands and lifted me a bit further onto the counter, his lips finally meeting mine. It was a mixture of a slow and passionate, yet hungry and possesive kiss that would surely leave my lips red, swollen, and sure of who they belonged to. His plump lips moved rapidly against mine, our tongues fighting a battle of their own as they tangled within each other.

He moved his hands from their exploration of my lower body to my head, threading his fingers through my hair. I moaned out loud, removing my lips from his, though he remained pulling on my tongue for a few seconds more before he attatched his lips to my neck.

“God, I’ve missed your body,” he mumbled into my divit as he began to unbutton my shirt (his shirt), pulling it apart and lightly pushing me down until I laid flat on the tiled surface.

He trailed wet, sloppy kisses down my stomach, holding on to the cups of my bra as he palmed the amply flesh concealed by them. He reached the waisband of my panties, and as much as I didn’t want to, I stopped him.

“Woah, woah,” I said, sitting up right, forcing him to stand up straight. He almost glared at me but it turned into a concerned glance.

“Baby, why move so fast?” I asked him, placing my hands on his chest as his forehead met mine, his messy curls tickling my brow. “ We’ve got all week before you leave again, and the pizza is gonna get cold,” I laughed.

“Right, you know I was too focused on my boner to remember it got delivered,” he chuckled, taking me down from the counter and walking over to the other side to add slices to our plates.

“Hey, pizza for dinner, each other for dessert,” I teased in a sing song voice, squeezing his ass playfully as he made his way out the doorway to the dining room table.

“Y/N, don’t tempt me to drop these plates and rail you against that wall,” his voice wasn’t lighthearted and he didn’t even look at me, but I still smiled. Even in his serious moments he was still a large softie to me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the bottles of Smirnoff and the rest of the pizza, following him to the large table suited for an entire family- one we hadn’t created yet.

“Hailee wanted me to tell you you did a great job on her article for last month’s issue,” Shawn said once we began eating. “She would have called but things have been so hectic for her, and she knew it was the same for you,”

“Damn right,” I scoffed, but smiled still. “She’s the sweetest, God knows I love writing about her,”

Hailee was by far the one I was closest to among Shawn’s group of famous friends. We had met a few years back at Jingle Bash and immediately hit it off. Since I had been working for Seventeen, she had been on the cover twice and had been in features a dozen times. I was always the one to interview her-due to her request, and I would never complain.

“God knows you love her period,” Shawn laughed, setting his slice down to take a sip of his drink. “I swear you two are gonna hook up and you’re leave me in the shadows one day,” he joked.

I cocked a brow. “Careful you speak that into existance, Mendes,” I played along with him. “So what are our plans for the following week? I could ask Michelle for a few days away from the office so I can work from home for us to have more time together,” I said, biting into my slice of pizza I had barely touched.

He shrugged. “Whatever we can think of, darling. This whole week is all about you,” he held my tiny hand in his gigantic one, kissing the back of it sweetly.

I nodded, suddenly not as smiley as I had been seconds before.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing my changed stance. He tucked his index finger under my chin and lifted my head a bit higher so I could meet his gaze. His honey colored eyes held flecks of green, and concern. His thumb grazed over my bottom lip lightly.

I recovered quickly.“Yeah, fine, just thinking about how much I’ve missed you,” And how much I’d miss him when he left again in a week.

He grinned. “Think nothing of it, baby. I’m here now,” he pulled me closer to him and pecked my lips before returning to his pizza.

I nodded again, swallowing the built up lump in my throat. Then why do I feel so distant from you?

We ate mostly in silence until the pizza was done and there was only crust left. The only words said were from him, complimenting the pizza, and me, giving a small chirp of agreement. My mood had fallen progssively as it got later, and it frustrated me that I couldn’t put it aside to be there for my husband. Luckily, his excitement to finally be able to sit and have a meal with me distracted him. I knew he didn’t need the extra weight of my problems, anyway.

Shawn’s POV, later that night

When I stretched my arm over to the other side of the bed in my sleep, I was met with only the feeling of empty sheets. And that was enough to wake me.

I rose slowly, fist rubbing over my right eye as I turned my head to face Y/N’s side of the bed, which was empty. I looked at her alarm clock- it was 4:22 in the morning. She never got out of bed during the night unless it was to use the toilet, and the opened bathroom door showed she wasn’t in there. I was always so used to having her right next to me when I wanted to snuggle, but for whatever reason, she was absent.

“Y/N! Babe?” I called out to her as I stumbled out of bed, trying not to let my concern show through my voice.

I had noticed her fallen face and monotone voice (when she bothered to speak) during and after dinner, and she had seemed all too eager to turn away from me in bed after she said goodnight. It was way different from when we met at that airport, and the impact of her koala hug made me drop my bags and nearly stumble back. I whispered words of comfort in her ear while stroking her back as she lamented how much she had missed me, words choppy from her tears and kisses all over my cheek, forehead and neck. My heart sank a bit when I thought of what could have changed over the course of the day.

As her husband, so many things mattered to me when it came to her. Above all, I wanted her to be happy. And she just didn’t seem to be, even if it was the smallest signs pointing to that, I still knew.

As I was about to call her out again, nearing the door to our bedroom to investigate the rest of the house, a small sniffle came from behind me, followed by a chocked sob. I spun on my heel, eyes in line with the doors to our balcony next to the bed, a few feet away. More broken whimpers came from that general area, getting louder as I neared.

“Y/N are you-” I was cut off by the site of my girl, curled up in the corner of the balcony, face buried in her thighs as her body shivered with her crying.

Protective mode came on inside me at full force as I rushed over to her, scopping her up in my arms and sitting down on one of the padded tweed chairs. I didn’t know why she was crying, just knew that I had to hold her.

“Shh, baby, you’re okay, you’re fine,” I said, but I mentally slapped myself, because it was evident she was neither one of those things. I shut up and just continued to hold her,rocking her in my arms as she quietly sobbed into me. I almost felt myself begin to cry as well, because her pain was my pain, but I just had to be there for her and comfort her in that moment. I had to remain strong for whatever reason had her in this state.

“I’m here, baby, I’m right here,” I told her. It was all I could think to say. Just let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.

“I’m sorry,” she managed out a few moments later, moving her headfrom its place in the crook of my neck, wiping her eyes dry, but to no ail. Tears spilled over again, but she was silent as she looked me in the eyes, blinking to keep her emotions at bay.

“No, you don’t have to apologize to me, darling. But please, tell me what’s wrong. I don’t know how long you’ve been out here but I need to know why,” I said, running my fingers through her matted hair, bringing my thumb over to her cheek, using the pad to rid her blotchy skin of the moisture from her tears.

As though what I said triggered something inside her, she got up from my lap, throwing my arms off of her as she paced in front of me, shaking her head. I stood up too, but didn’t touch her. Something told me she had gotten enough physical contact and just needed to vent, but she couldn’t find the words.

“Why?” she whispered. “There are so many reasons why I’m like this, right now, in front of you. I don’t have a single idea how to even begin to explain how I feel, Shawn,” she said, her tone helpless and frustrated. She was turned away from me, arms wrapped around herself as she fisted my Eddie Vedder t shirt in her hands. I watched her. She lifted her shoulders as she sighed and dropped her hands, eventually turning to face me. Her puffy, red eyes held no emotion but pain and sadness as she looked to me. Still, I said nothing and only watched her, letting her have the floor. She needed her husband who listened, not her husband who held her when she was sad and acted like that was enough.

“Everything is wrong. And it doesn’t seem like it, which makes it even more wrong. Because everyone brushes off what problems I might have because of how perfect my life seems. Perfect job. Perfect home. Perfect husband. And you know what? Too often, do I tell myself those exact things when it gets too hard for me. I surpress my own feelings because I let myself think I have no reason to be sad, or depressed, or lonely,” she let out another shaky sigh, and I sensed tears coming, in the both of us.

“Work is hard. It gets stressful and overwhelming and sometimes I just want to quit. And you know what makes it worse? Not having a husband to come home to when I’ve had a rough day. And that makes the following days even more rough, because I’m so filled with fear of of overbearing everything might be at work that it makes me think even more of you, not here when I really, really need you,”

My heart skipped a beat, and a small shock flowed through my body. Was that really how she felt?

“Baby, don’t get me wrong,“ she said quickly, coming over to me and taking my hands. “I know we talked about this when we started dating and I’ve accepted that you won’t always be here, but right now, at this time in my life, it seems that all I need is you. My anchor. You’re my anchor, Shawn,” she said.

I looked down at her, speechless, not sure if she was done or not. And if she was, I didn’t know what to say.

But the silence was filled by her, bursting into tears as she crashed into my chest, lightly beating it with her fists. She sobbed without a care. My arms wrapped tightly around her as I felt tears stream down my face as well, my pain not measuring up to hers, but still there, and I would make it known.

“I-It’s so hard Sh-Shawn,” she said quietly, the wetness of her tears streaming down my stomach as they fell from her eyes.

“Oh, baby,” I kissed the crown of her head as she continued to let out what was left in her. “I know, it hurts,I know,”

“I j-just want it to st-top,” she whimpered, her tears slowing but not ceasing. “I need you, I need you here,”

“Hey, look at me,” I ordered softly, holding her face in my hands as her eyes met mine yet again. Trying not to let the agony and anxiety that swam in her once lively y/e/c orbs get to me, I dragged my thumbs across her cheeks and under her eyes as I placed a kiss on her swollen, wet lips. I swallowed her light moan before I pulled away.

“Whenever I’m away from you, I know things can be hard. They’re hard on me too. I know we both know how hard it is to fall asleep without each other to hold. Without you being there to encourage me when I’m a fucking wreck and don’t know where the hell I’m going with something. But you know what? The mere thought that in a few days I’m gonna be home to you, that’s enough to keep me grounded. Its always enough. And I want it it to be enough for you too, baby,” I told her.

“I will always come home to you, Y/N. Always. I’ll never stray or go somewhere else unless I have to. Not when I know you’re here waiting for me to come home to you. I need you and you need me and I’ll be fucked if I or anyone else ever came in the way of that. Right now, with you in my arms, I keep this feeling in my head when I’m away and that keeps the anticipation to see you rising higher. Remember the way you feel when I hold you, angel. When you need me I’m a call away, a face time away, or a flight away. You’re never alone once you remember you can always come to me no matter how you feel or where I am,” I finished, and I could do nothing more but just look to her, waiting for her.

She tugged her lips into her mouth, releasing the tension from her shoulders as I felt her entire body soften in my arms. Her eyes, still glossy, still pained in the tiniest way, slowly began to regain the same glimmer that was there earlier in the day, the same glimmer I fell in love with-lively, full of hope and excitement and love.

“My anchor, even when you’re not here,”she said, after being silent all through out my speech.

All I could do was smile down at her. And it became clear to me that I wasn’t just her anchor, she was mine. She kept me grounded when my life in the industry’s fast lane became a hellfire. When I felt like quitting and giving up as to not deal with constant judgement and scrutiny on my craft, she was there for me like no one else. And that was what any relationship was all about. Your partner relied on you for so many things, but one of the most important was a shoulder to cry on or someone to listen. I didn’t know what I would do without Y/N when it came to those things.

“You know it, darling,” I kissed her forehead, pulling her head back into my chest as we swayed in the light breeze that the wee hours of the morning delivered. “Everything is gonna be okay, if I can’t promise you anything else, I can always promise you that,”

I had no more words left. But I had a feeling that was okay. It was time for me to just hold her, no words in between us. Sometimes the warmth of a loved one’s embrace was the best remedy for an aching heart.

Maybe in that moment she wasn’t totally rid of her worries and lamentations, but we were on the road to recovery. And I would be with her, every step of the way.

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I feel like this sucked and it ended really abruptly, but that’s only because I was kinda in a rush to put this up. Hope you lovely babes enjoyed! Feedback is always welcome :) Gentle reminder to reblog it if you like it!

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