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fallenhunnyapple · 4 days

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Sketchy doodles for another AU. Details + a bonus in under the cut

An Angel Lucifer appears in Heaven. No one knows why he's there or how he got there, but it doesn't seem as though the Lucifer in Hell has been replaced, this is just a whole second Lucifer. His memories only seem to go so far as the early days of Eden. Days where he was friends with the First Humans but before he had developed any sort of relationship or even real feelings for Lilith.

Adam, sort of shaken but also sort of Eager to reconnect with his first friend and the more pleasant memories of Eden, advocates to let him Stay. This Lucifer hasn't done anything, he doesn't even know about the Tree of Knowledge and it's not like Eden exists anymore for him to try it anyway. Lucifer is granted the ability to live in Heaven, but Adam will have to be responsible for him. Adam agrees and now has to watch over a Naive and Friendly Lucifer.

Lute is Less than Thrilled. She doesn't like that Lucifer is always around and she doesn't Trust him, even if Adam seems to. She does eventually warm up to him, but given her personality it doesn't really seem like she does. But Lucifer notices and he considers her a good friend. He ends up spending time with just her without Adam (she's basically angelsitting because Adam had other things to do) and they bond a bit and she's willing to accept that he's Not the Devil and that he's no more threatening than most non-exorcist Angels.

And once Heaven determines the same, he's tasked with Working with Emily to maintain the Happiness of Heaven's residents. Emily keeps an eye on him, but mostly they are both very positive personalities that play off each other well and they become fast friends. The first time he spent the day with Emily was the day of the first Extermination since Lucifer got there. Someone had to watch him while Lute and Adam were away. He doesn't know about the Exterminations (Most of Heaven doesn't so it's no surprise), and he doesn't even know about Hell. It was deemed... For the Best if he was kept in the dark about that. No one knows how he came to be and they don't want to risk anything happening because he finds out about the other version of him.

Lucifer is Very In Love with Adam. It wasn't immediately or anything. At first he was just really happy to have his best friend back, especially when everything was so different from how he remembered it, it'd been thousands of years after all. But he spent most of his time with Adam and anyone could tell you that Adam was less of a crass asshole with Lucifer around. Not by much, but enough to be noticeable. And over that time, Lucifer still saw a lot of who Adam was in Eden but also came to appreciate who he was (No one understands why)

It took a while before Adam was comfortable enough to take off his helmet around Lucifer. Sure he knew his human face, but he'd definitely changed over the years and his insecurities about his face were made Worse when Lucifer only knew him at his Best. Lucifer finally got to see him maskless one night when Adam let him see him before bed. And Lucifer was super smitten. Yes his face was Different, but not in a way Lucifer thought was bad. Adam definitely looked Older and Tired, but he thought it was Endearing instead of put off. After that he would sometimes watch Adam sleep-

Adam for his part is in emotional turmoil. Yes, he was in Love with Lucifer in the Garden. But completely against his better Judgement, his feelings have evolved and he's in love with the King of Hell. He's reluctant to think about Angel Lucifer that way because he represents a simpler and more innocent time and he doesn't want to corrupt that with new feelings.

Lucifer eventually confides in Lute about his feelings and she tells him that 1) Adam isn't into men and 2) He doesn't do committed relationships. It won't end well for him if he tells Adam. Lucifer is hurt but appreciates her honesty. He decides to tell him anyway because it's getting hard to keep it all to himself when he's around him everyday.

Well, the confession goes about the way Lute said it would. Adam tells him he doesn't like dudes and he doesn't hold it against him because who wouldn't want a piece of him? But they're still friends, that won't change. Lucifer already braced for it and it hurts but he accepts that answer. The only thing is, now that its out in the open, his friendly nature is So Much Easier to read as him pining and him being in love. So Adam has to just deal with Lucifer's love being thrown at him every day. The behavior hasn't changed Too Much, but his understanding of it has. But other people of Heaven definitely Know. Its so obvious to them that Lucifer is in Love with Adam. Some people criticize Adam for leading Lucifer along and bad mouth him. Lucifer doesn't like hearing anyone talk poorly about his best friend and will chastise and scold them.

It's finally when some winner/angel tells Lucifer he should get Adam flowers (as a joke, they think it would be funny because Adam doesn't have an ounce of Romance in his whole body) that things change. Lucifer does get him flowers! And he gives them to him when they're alone and Adam has removed his helmet. This is the first time Lucifer has been Proactive about his feelings and Adam doesn't have the cover of his Mask to hide his true reactions, so he can't deny how the gesture affects him. He was really only ever able to keep himself in check about his feelings for Lucifer because Lucifer wasn't Doing anything different. He wasn't Pursuing him. But now? Now he can't deny it anymore. Lucifer asks for a kiss and he gets it.

Bonus:

As an Angel, Lucifer didn't know or understand much about sex. It was meant for Reproduction and Angels reproduce asexually so he had no interest in it. It was a thing for the creatures of Earth to have, not Angels. So he has No Idea it's a recreational thing and despite the fact that he knows Adam and Lute fuck around regularly, he just Really doesn't understand why and they don't explain it either. So after Lucifer and Adam are together, Lucifer wants to understand Better and discovers the fact that it is, in fact, something that can be done Recreationally and its supposed to Feel Good. So, of course, he wants to experience that with his new Boyfriend. Let him learn what all the fuss is about~

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wh0re43van · 5 months

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Just friends- (Peter Maximoff X Reader)

Summary: While staying with the Maximoff family, you admit your feelings to your best friend, and he doesn’t seem to feel the same until you inform him that you’re going on a date with another guy

Word count: 4K

Warnings: angst, sad Peter, a brief mention of Unsolicited groping

I’m so thankful for the Maximoffs. They’re allowing to stay with them for a couple months after getting kicked out of my parents’ home. I’m rooming with my best friend of four years, and I’ve never been happier. As soon as he heard about my situation, he welcomed me into his home- into his bedroom- with open arms.

“Honey, I’m home,” The goofball announces as he walks into our temporally shared room holding two pizzas, a 2 liter of dr. pepper, a bag of breadsticks with all the fixings, and a rented copy of The Exorcist.

“Wow, what’s the occasion?” I giggle, sitting up in our his bed, setting down the book I had been reading.

With a fwp, he’s turned down the lights, popped the movie in and arranged the food at the foot of the bed before sitting beside me, now in his pajamas.

“It’s a party!” he gives me a cheesy grin, popping open the pizza box and pulling out two slices, handing one to me.

“Oh god, Peter are we really so lame that this is what we consider a party?” I laugh before taking a bite of the greasy pizza, still hot since Peter was able to get it here in less than three seconds.

“This is the best kind of party! Hanging with your best friend, piggin’ out on junk food, and watching a bitchin’ horror movie? What else could a dude ask for?” He says as he stuffs his face, licking his greasy fingers. I cant help but laugh at the man child sitting beside me, even though it hurts my heart a bit knowing that he only considers me his friend. Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than grateful for Peter (and his mother) being in my life, but I just always hoped for more. It’s been four years and nothing’s escalated despite my many attempts, so I guess it’s time to accept that. I mean, we’re out of high school now, were adults. If he hasn’t shown interest by now then I guess it’s a lost cause. “Besides,” he smacks his lips, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “The main thing that makes this a party is the fact that you’re here,” he gives a goofy wink, making my cheeks tint pink- but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“How flattering,” I nudge him playfully before opening the 2 liter, taking a sip out of the bottle then handing it to Peter. He mimics my action, then lets out a loud belch.

‘how in the hell does this man have me absolutely smitten over him,’ think to myself as he shoves an entire breadstick into his mouth.

“Whatever,” he chuckles looking away for a second.

“God damn Peter,” my eyes go wide when I see that he’s already eaten half a large pizza.

“What?” he asks as he holds his head up, his arm extended as he lets the cheese slide off the crust into his mouth. “Gotta fuel my metabolism, these rock hard abs don’t just appear overnight,” he snickers before lifting up his shirt, revealing his toned stomach, then takes another gulp out of the soda bottle.

“I guess your body does look pretty good for someone whose diet is 50% carbs and 50% sugar,” I tease, thanking whatever deity it is above us that the lights are too dim for him to see the blush rushing over my face as I stare at his bare stomach.

“You’d think the chicks would be all over this,” he wiggles his eyebrows before deepthroating another breadstick. “They wouldn’t know charm if it bit ‘em in the ass,” he mumbles through a mouth full of bread as marinara sauce drips down his face. “I mean come on, how do I not get girls?” He snickers as he wipes his grubby hands on his pants. I roll my eyes at the messy boy.

“Peter, I know you very well,” I reach for my second slice of pizza. “The reason you don’t get girls is because you can never tell when they’re flirting with you,” I tease, but meaning every word. He’s the dullest guy ever when it comes to picking up on social cues.

“I know,” he chuckles as he turns to look at me. “Real shame too. Sometimes I realize it after they’ve already walked away. Sucks cause I probably coulda’ lost my V-card by now if I understood the first thing about gals. I really can’t pick up on flirting” he says matter-o-factly as he takes a sip of soda.

“Oh, I know all too well, Peter,” I laugh out, my eyes focused on the tv screen. He gives a soft, almost confused laugh, then he’s silent for a minute before speaking up.

“Wait a minute,” he sits up straight in the bed. “Are you implying that even you’ve flirted with me?” he asks with wide eyes full of skepticism. I take a deep breath, sitting up to be eye level with him.

“Peter,” I start, he’s staring intently at me with his brows threaded in confusion. “The only reason I talked to you for the first time was because I thought you were cute,” I laugh out. How can he be so dense?! He stares at me in bewilderment in silence. I can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks back to our first encounter all those years ago.

“Oh my god!” he comes to the realization. “You were flirting with me that summer day in the arcade?” he asks still shocked. It makes my heart happy that he remembers the first time we met. “How did I not realize. God I’m stupid,” he slaps his palm to his forehead.

“Only took ya four years, Quickie,” I tease before taking a sip of Dr. Pepper. “Wasn’t the very first thing that I ever said to you: ‘You’re really good at that, handsome’?” I say and he repeats the quote with me, smiling and nodding. He remembers it word for word. “Come on man, how did you not know?” I chuckle. His eyes are still full of disbelief.

“I was really focused on the game!” his face turns red as he has another epiphany: “That probably wasn’t the only time, was it?” he asks, rubbing his hand on the back of neck, letting out a small laugh.

“God no,” I chuckle, a bit embarrassed but enjoying reminiscing on our friendship none the less. “Remember, two weeks after that, I invited you out to go roller skating?” I ask.

“Yeah of course, you were wearing that limited edition ‘Eagles’ shirt that you still to this day won’t let me touch,” he laughs. I thought that having this conversation would help me get over him, but hearing how well he remembers all our fondest memories together makes me swoon.

“Well, when I asked you, I meant it as a date,” I admit, watching his face once again fill with bewilderment. “But the whole time you were calling me dude and roughhousing me, I just assumed you either didn’t like me that way or you were to dumb to realize it was a date. Lucky for you, I had a lot of fun and chose to ignore it,” I nudge him playfully. He face palms himself again.

“Y/n, I had no idea. I never in a million years thought a girl as rad as you would be interested in me in that way, so the idea of a date never even crossed my mind,” he flops back on the bed, processing all of this new information. “Wait do you still flirt with me? How oblivious have I been? Oh my god am I still missing stuff?” he shoots back up in the bed once again..

“Peter,” I say flatly. “Just last week I changed right Infront of you. I literally stripped into just my bra and panties right next to the tv when you were playing Space Invaders,” I can’t believe this guy. He blushes thinking back to that moment.

“I thought we were just really comfortable with each other! We change infront of each other all the time,” he chuckles nervously. “I still tried not to look out of respect, but I’d be lying if I say I didn’t sneak a glance or two though,” he admits but looks away, avoiding eye contact.

“It’s alright Peter,” I sigh as I close up the pizza box before laying back to watch the movie. “Once a girl comes along that you’re actually interested in, I’m sure you’ll pick up on her signals,” I say not looking at him, accepting my defeat. He’s quiet for a moment.

“Well, how do I know?” he asks genuinely. I look at him, raising my eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. “Like, obviously I know a hot chick when I see one, but how do I know when I’m actually interested. I’m clueless y/n,” he lets out a light laugh after the last part, seeming a bit embarrassed as he intently awaits my answer.

“Well,” I prop myself up on my arm to look at him. “I guess it would have to be more than physical attraction. If you’re genuinely interested, then you’ll want more than her body, but also want more than just her friendship. You’ll want to talk to her, to just be in her presence. You’ll care about what she thinks about you. Stuff like that,” I shrug, not sure how to explain what attraction feels like to someone who claims to have never felt it before. He nods silently, absorbing my words. The fact that he hasn’t laughed in my face yet for admitting to liking him is giving me false hope that he could possibly feel the same way. I need this conversation to end soon.

“So it would have to be someone I can see a future with? Someone that I want to impress? Someone that I genuinely care about? But also someone who’s super smokin’?” he asks, wanting a genuine answer. I smile downwardly.

“You’re getting it now,” I sigh. “I’ll be jealous of whatever girl wins your heart over,” I laugh, holding my breath in anticipation for how he’s going to respond to that, preparing to have my hopes crushed so I can move on.

“Oh don’t worry,” he smirks. Here we go. “I’ll make room for the both of you,” he winks. And there it is. My stomach drops, but it’s out now. Now I know that he’s not interested, I know for sure that I’m going on this date tonight. Part of me hoped that Peter would admit his feelings and I could cancel this stupid date, but I have to get out there. “Oh! No, y/n I didn’t mean-” Peters smile drops, and he reaches for my arm.

“No, I get it. It’s cool, man,” I force a smile, standing from his bed, checking my wristwatch. “I gotta get ready for my date anyway. I didn’t even realize what time it was,” I say honestly as I walk over to my suitcase.

“Woah, what?” he zooms in front of me, blocking my bag. “Date?” he asks, a bit of panic in his voice. I scoff, pushing him to the side.

“Yeah, I went to the arcade yesterday while you were out with your mom, now I have a date,” I smile weakly as I strip, then slip into my dress before I walk over to my mirror that I hung on his wall to fix my makeup.

“No- y/n- i- that’s- who… whos your date with?” his words fall out a stumbled mess as if he can’t sort his thoughts from one another.

“Steve. Ya know, the one from the arcade that’s always trying to beat your high scores,” I explain as I brush my hair.

“Steve!?” He shouts in disbelief. “That asshole? Y/n come on, man!,” he almost sounds angry.

“Yeah?” I shrug as I apply some lip gloss. I see Peter pacing behind me in the reflection of the mirror.

“Steve? Really?” he throws his hands up.

“He’s cute. Plus, you know I have a thing for nerds,” I remind him. His face turns red. Why is he acting like this? He just crushed my dream of being with him and now he wants to act jealous?

“Cute?! You mean you’re not just going to be nice?” He sounds so shocked and almost hurt. I turn around to face him.

“I- of course Peter why would I-,” I’m completely flustered. “No.” I say sternly. “No Peter. You don’t get to do this. You had four years man, and just 15 minutes ago I admitted my feelings for you and you said that you didn’t feel the same,” I’m getting frustrated with him, I can feel my blood pressure raising out of anger and embarrassment.

“But that’s not- I didn’t- no you misunderstood!” he starts to raise his voice, laced with panic. “What if I do have feelings for you?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Do not do this. Peter please don’t do this to me! You can’t suddenly have feelings for me just because I have a date with you nerd enemy!” I shout as my ears burn red with anger. “Don’t be immature,” I poke my finger to his chest, completely irate. He looks like his mind is running a thousand miles a minute. It takes him a couple seconds to rebuttal.

“No! I never said I don’t have feelings! Y/n I didn’t say that!” he shouts, but his voice isn’t angry, it’s worried as he places a hand on my heated cheek.

“No Peter,” I say calmly even though I’m beyond frustrated as I pull away from his touch. “You’re really hurting me right now. You’re the last guy I ever expected to fuck with my emotions like this,” tears well up in my eyes. I can’t believe what he’s doing. My ego was already bruised when he didn’t respond to my confession and now he’s trying to keep me from a date just because the dude plays video games just as well as him. Peter stares at me, his hand still outstretched in the air where he tried to console me. He doesn’t say anything.

Honk! Honk!

Steves car horn sounds from outside the Maximoff home, beckoning me.

“Please don’t go,” his voice is feeble. “Please just give me some time to think. Just five minutes to figure this out,” he pleads with desperate eyes. I almost give in, but I stay strong.

“Peter, there’s a guy outside this house that already has his feelings sorted. You stay here and figure it out. I’m leaving,” I seethe as I stare at his confused and hurt expression, almost making me apologize, but I’m too hurt and embarrassed. He doesn’t say anything, he just grips his fists so tight that his knuckles turn white, his jaw clenches, and I see that he’s holding back tears. I immediately turn to run up the steps because if I look at him for one more second, I would be holding him in my arms, telling him I’m sorry and letting him cry it out. Not today.

•

After Steve picked me up, we went to dinner, then to the drive-in theatre. I’m having… a decent time. He’s a little boring compared to Peter, no one can make me laugh like he can. I’m also a bit distracted at how I left my best friend. I think I may have been too hard on him. Now that I’ve calmed down, I think he really was just trying to sort things out. I know that Peter isn’t the most emotionally mature and definitely doesn’t have a way with words.

‘oh god, what have I done?’ I think to myself in horror.

“What do you say, huh?” Steves deep voice shakes me out of my thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” I smile sweetly. “What was that?” I bat my lashes at him, hoping he doesn’t notice that I’ve been thinking about another guy the whole time he’s been speaking to me.

“I said: Why don’t we move to back?” he smirks motioning towards his back seat.

“Uh,” I know exactly what he’s alluding to. Do I really want to go down that road? “Yeah, okay,” I smile. I guess I do. We get out of the vehicle and hop into the back. He immediately pulls me into his lap. I’m a bit taken back by his sudden grip on my body.

“You ever been touched by a real man?” he asks as he peppers kisses all over my neck as his cold hands slip under my dress without even asking. I’m shocked, disgusted, and confused.

“I-uh- can you stop please?” I pull arm out of his grip and crawl out of his lap.

“Hey, I paid for your food and your ticket. You owe me!” he shouts, grabbing my arm again. I have so much pent up rage from earlier, I didn’t even realize it when my hand shot out to slap him across the face full force. He looked at me stunned before getting out of his car, opening the door and literally throwing me out. He picks me up by shoulders and tosses me onto the dusty, bare, dirt. He drives away without a single word.

“What the fuck,” I mutter to myself as I stand up, brushing the dirt off myself. A young man from the next car over rushes to the scene, asking if I’m okay. I simply thank him for his concern, then take the walk of shame back to Peters house.

Now I remember why I waited for Peter for so long; He’s the only decent guy I’ve ever met. As if the silent, cold, horrifying walk back to the Maximoff house at midnight wasn’t punishment enough, once I arrive and enter his bedroom, the sight I see makes my heart break completely in two. I feel physical pain when I see Peter.

His room is dark as he’s laid on his couch, curled up In a blanket, staring at the starter screen on his Tank video game on the box Television. The flashing light reflects on his blank face, allowing me to see his bloodshot eyes, red nose, and puffy lips from crying. He hasn’t seemed to notice me enter the room. My own eyes immediately fill up with the tears I was trying so hard to hold back.

“Peter,” I let out a somber whisper. He jumps up, looking at me with wide, puffy eyes.

“Are you crying?” he zooms up to me, grabbing my arm. “Did he hurt you?” he asks, putting a hand on my cheek. How can he still care about my feelings after how I left things?

“I’m okay Peter,” I lean into his touch. “I should have listened to you, though. You were right about him,” my tear stained eyes meet his. His face flushes in anger.

“What did he do to you? Is he still here? I swear I’ll kill the guy!” He raises his voice with every sentence, balling his hands into fists.

“It’s- I, uhm, would rather not talk about it,” I look down avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n, did he hurt you, yes or no? That’s all I need to know,” He gently lifts my chin to meet his gaze again but I close my eyes. I can’t look at him with out the guilt from making him cry making me feel sick.

“…Yes,” I Whisper, not wanting to elaborate. With a fwp Peter’s gone. I hear the front door open, I rush out to the sidewalk.

“Where the fuck is he?” Peter screams in a tone that I rarely hear from him. He turns to look at me, his once sad expression now pure unfiltered anger: A look I’ve never seen on him before. I’m almost scared.

“He’s not here Peter, I had to walk home from the drive in,” I sigh. Peter looks at me as if he doesn’t believe what I’m saying. He kicks the neighbor’s trash can in anger. With a loud clang, the metal bin is sent flying down the street, his foot mark now permanently indented in the can.

‘Steve’s lucky he isn’t here right now. Jesus Christ’ I think to myself.

“Let’s just go inside, please. I need to talk to you,” I say softly as I grab his tensed arm. He looks at me, his expression softening before he allows me to lead him inside.

I bring him in and sit him down on the couch, it’s silent for a few beats, neither one of us want to look at the other one.

“I’m sorry,” we both blurt out at the same time, snapping our heads to look at each other. The awkwardness subsides as we smile at each other. We both try to start our apology at the same time, then erupt into giggles.

“Let me go first,” I put a light hand on Peters knee. He shakes his head ‘no’.

“No. I’m going first. I finally got everything sorted out,” he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, I do have feelings for you and I’m sorry. I’m just a stupid boy that never learned how to process emotions. You’re amazing! You’re my best friend and I feel so horrible that I hurt you. When you were explaining what it felt like to be attracted to someone, you just explained word for word how I feel about you. I was just confused, everything happened so fast, and I honestly thought you were joking with me at first. I’ve always kind of had the hots for you, but I never in a million years thought that you could ever be attracted to me, so I locked those thoughts away. I’m sorry that I couldn’t express this sooner. I’m so so sorry,” he says in a rush of words, I almost have trouble keeping up with the words coming out of his mouth. His big brown puppy eyes scan my face for my reaction. I just smile at him, tears once again swelling in my eyes for about the third time tonight.

“Peter, you’re such a sweet guy,” I grin and his face beams with joy. “I was such an asshole to you earlier… I’m sorry. My ego and my heart were hurt and I should not have taken that out on you. The way that you still cared about me when I got back from that awful date even though I had upset you right before I left just shows how amazing of a person you are. You are the best thing in my life,” a tear rolls down my cheek, Peter quickly wipes it away.

“Hey, come here,” he says softly before pulling me into his chest. As he pulls me into his strong arms, the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body makes me forget about every problem I’ve ever had. The steady rise and fall of his chest and his fingers running though my hair could put me to sleep in an instant. “I don’t blame you for anything. That situion just unfolded really poorly and we both said some things we shouldn’t have, but that’s over now,” he kisses my forehead as I snuggle further into him.

“Thank you, Peter,” I yawn as I wrap my arms around his torso. He continues brushing his fingers through my hair and tracing mindless designs on my back, I feel myself drifting off to sleep, all the stress I had been feeling now completely subsided. I lay in his arms, wrapped in comfort as if he’s a warm towel straight out of the dryer. I hear him whisper,

“Goodnight, beautiful,” as he clicks off the tv with the remote. A small smile creeps onto my lips as I slip off to sleep.

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correlance · 1 month

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Rewriting Vaggie's Character Arc and Backstory in Season 1 of 'Hazbin Hotel'

One of my biggest issues with Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, and the Charlie/Vaggie relationship, was how Vaggie's character and arc for the season were written - or, specifically, the lack of solid, thoughtful writing, as well as character and relationship development for Vaggie.

First up are the two main songs in Season 1 that feature, or relate to, Vaggie specifically: "Whatever It Takes" in Episode 3 ("Scrambled Eggs"), and "Out For Love" in Episode 7 ("Hello Rosie"). Both notably feature Carmilla Carmine, who serves as a foil for Vaggie in the show.

I've seen "Whatever It Takes" compared to "Do It For Her" from Steven Universe, except the latter has several seasons and dozens of episodes' worth of character development for Pearl, as well as the exploration of her relationship with Rose Quartz. Meanwhile, "Whatever It Takes" comes in just Episode 3 of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel, and the song feels really out-of-place. It sounds like a song that should be later in Season 1, or even in Season 2, and not Episode 3, which I feel made the song seem shoehorned in due to the fast pace of Season 1, and lessened its impact, for many fans and viewers.

We also have no prior character development for Vaggie that would explain how and why she is singing those particular lyrics, especially for first-time viewers who never watched the original pilot episode. This is a big problem for the song itself, and its notability, overall.

The way the song is written and framed also gives off the impression that Vaggie and Carmilla have some sort of prior connection, or that Vaggie may be one of Carmilla's daughters...only for this not to be the case in Episode 7. Even Carmilla's song, "Out For Love", in Episode 7 makes a lot more sense, if you consider the possibility that Vaggie may have been originally written to be one of Carmilla's daughters in early drafts of the show. Many also assumed as much from the song.

However, once Vaggie's backstory was changed, the songs were still kept in, which led to highly confusing lyrics which make no sense. This is because we're never told what Vaggie's motivations actually are, outside of her wanting to be a protector for Charlie in Episode 3. However, this is also a problem, because it reduces Vaggie's character to just being "Charlie's girlfriend", with no other attributes. I think Vaggie could've been written to be a more compelling person.

Here's what I think Vaggie's original character arc in Season 1 was, prior to rewrites due to a short episode count: Vaggie was one of Carmilla's daughters, and a moth sinner, as opposed to an angel. The angels went after Carmilla and her daughters, and Vaggie killed one of the exorcists to protect Carmilla and her sisters. However, Adam and Lute are now hunting for Vaggie, so Vaggie has to go into hiding.

The Hazbin Hotel provides the perfect opportunity for Vaggie to do so. Vaggie doesn't believe that sinners can be redeemed, though she does befriend and fall in love with Charlie, and helps her with her project.

Vaggie and Charlie bond over how much the exterminations suck, but Vaggie wants revenge on Heaven, and hates Heaven, for murdering so many sinners in cold blood, and is more militaristic - wanting to use Carmilla's angelic steel weapons to fight against Heaven - whereas Charlie is all "eat, pray, love" and "kumbaya", and wants to find a peaceful solution (redemption of sinners) with Heaven instead.

Things come to a head in Episode 6, when Vaggie has a fight with Charlie over where the Hotel is headed - as redemption isn't working - and how they should handle Adam, Lute, and the exterminations. Vaggie's hatred and self-loathing eventually lead her to Carmilla's doorstep, where Carmilla then sings "Out For Love" about how Vaggie should fight because she loves Charlie, and not hates Heaven.

There, I just wrote a better and more interesting character arc for Vaggie than just "hurr durr, let's just copy the most popular fan theory about Vaggie, something something, lazy and boring writing".

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel analysis #vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel carmilla #carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critique #chaggie

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Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 1

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Hello all! I have been obsessed with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss for the past two weeks and got this plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone! So excited to be writing for this fandom! This chapter is relatively short but I wanted to go ahead and set the scene for the rest of the story. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 2

“NO!” Lute screamed, running towards Adam. Golden blood dripped from her dismembered limb, leaving puddles of golden tears as it fell. She could no longer feel the searing pain in her arm. No, that pain now belonged in her chest at the sight of her beloved leader being stabbed in the back.

Adam lay face forward, golden blood gushing from his multiple stab wounds as the Damned could only stand and watch in awe as the small demon pulled her knife from Adam’s back.

Lute fell to her knees beside Adam and used all the force in her body to roll him over, the remains of her left arm hanging against her side.

“Sir! Stay with me sir!” Lute screamed, almost demanding. Adam gave her a soft smile. It had been a long time since she had seen his face, but it was just as handsome as she had remembered. Blood dripped from his nose. His golden eyes were soft but empty, losing light. His hair was messy and full of dirt and debris. His beautiful heavenly robes were stained with blood.

“Adam!” She screamed. Had she ever called him that before? Tears welled in her eyes and she took in the sight of her beloved leader. His eyes closed, and his breathing grew shallow.

“It’s over,” The Princess of Hell said in a dark tone behind her. Blood pulsed in Lute’s ears and saliva pooled in her mouth.

“Take your little friends and go home,” Lucifer exclaimed, fire blowing from his mouth in a rage. His voice was low and threatening. All around them, the other exorcists had stopped fighting and Lute could feel all the eyes of Hell upon her.

“Please,” Lucifer added, a snarky smile on his face. Lute breathed deeply and grabbed Adam’s halo.

“Retreat! All exorcists fall back.” She screamed. Exorcists filled the skies and fled the scene as though it were a crime. The group of Hellions watched on, triumphant looks upon their faces.

Lute knew she could not leave him. He was better than all of these demons and sinners. He was Adam. He was the First Man. He was…everything.

Lute took in a deep breath and used all of her remaining strength to pull Adam onto her shoulders. It took a few tries as she could not balance him due to her loss of forearm. Finally, she felt secure enough with him on her shoulders. He was much bigger than her and would weigh her down as she flew but she had no choice. She couldn’t leave him.

She unfurled her wings, beginning her ascent back to Heaven. Exorcists filled the skies, almost all back through the portal that Adam had originally opened. The fucking cowards had not even bothered to try and help her bring back the body of their leader. Fucking bitches.

Lute could feel Adam’s blood soak into her back. She could no longer hear his breathing. He couldn’t be dead!

He was Adam!

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me Adam,” She whispered as though it were a prayer. Despite being an angel, she had not prayed in decades. What was there to pray for in heaven?

She flew much slower than she ever had, weighed down by Adam and her own exhaustion. Her arm was dripping blood back down to Hell like holy raindrops from above. All of the exorcists were back through the portal.

She was so close!

Just a little further!

But wait.

Why did the portal look like it was getting smaller the closer she got?

Her eyes widened in realization as the portal closed leaving her flying toward the Pentagram sun, the sky around her empty.

How was this possible?!

She couldn’t open another portal.

She couldn’t—

Falling.

She felt herself begin falling.

Her eyes grew heavy.

She was so tired. So dizzy. She just wanted to rest.

NO!

Adam.

Adam needed her.

Adam was—

Falling too

Everything went dark.

How long had it been since Lute had been in the dark?

“Dad!!” Lute heard someone scream. Hell Princess maybe?

Adam.

She had to save Adam.

Adam—

#hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #hazbin #helluva boss #hazbin hotel adam #adam #hazbin hotel lute #adam x lute #hazbin hotel adam x lute

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tricks and kinks, please please please 👻👻👻👻

👻😈 I’ve been waiting for this one!

Best Halloween Yet

Storm, power outage, sex game, smutty smut, not proof read

It was a tradition for you and Timothee to spend Halloween night together. When you were kids, you went trick or treating together. As teenagers you went to costume parties that got progressively skankier as the years went on. And as young adults, feeling too old to attend parties but too young to not celebrate at all, you’d begun a new annual tradition of ordering pizza, eating ungodly amounts of candy and watching horror movies until you passed out. This was no different, as Timothee walked into your apartment carrying a value sized back of candy that should be for trick or treaters.

“Fuck, it is pouring down rain out there.” He shook his body like a dog, flinging water from his soaked hair. “Think we can eat the whole bag in one night this year?” He asked, tossing it onto your futon.

“Not if you eat an entire pizza first,” you teased.

“Listen, you didn’t think I could do it and I had to prove you wrong.”

“Doesn’t count when you throw up the entire pizza 30 minutes later.”

Timothee rolled his eyes as he pulled his backpack off of his shoulders. He pulled out a stack of DVDs.

“Okay, so we’ve got The Exorcist, The Blair Witch Project, and my personal favorite Amityville Horror.”

Just you opened your mouth to make a choice, a loud booming crack of thunder shook your apartment. An immediate flash of thunder illuminated your living room before shutting off the lights all together.

“Fuck, it’s dark,” Timothee’s voice shook.

“Aw, you scared?” You teased him, though it was dark. You lifted your hand in front of your face, not one finger was visible. You pulled your phone out and turned on your flashlight. You jumped as Timothee’s body came into light directly in front of your face.

“There you are,” he breathed out, relieved. “Candles?”

The two of you spent the next 20 minutes gathering every candle that you owned, and when you finished lighting them all, the room filled with a warm, yellow glow.

“What now?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “This hasn’t happened in the -what..18-Halloween’s we’ve spent together.” Timothee paused as he contemplated what to do next. “Got any boardgames?”

“Hall closet,” you said, pointing as you moved a few candles around.

“You got some good ones in here,” Timothee called from the hallway. “How come we never played games before?”

“Well, you’re usually too busy hiding under the covers.”

“What’s this one?” Timothee brought out a small pink box. It looked similar to Yahtzee and you immediately remembered what it was.

“No!” You jumped up, lunging for the game. “Not that one!”

He held the game up in the air, too high for you to reach. You jumped, attempting to grab the game from him.

“Naughty but Dice? Oh my god, Y/n, really?! You own a dirty game!?”

“It’s not mine!”

“Weeeelll, it was in your closet!”

“It was Randall’s!”

“The douche bag ex?”

“Yes, Timothee, the douche bag ex.”

Timothee shook the box a few times before a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Wanna play it?”

You looked at him, wide eyed. You’d always been attracted to Timothee, in fact when you were kids, you were caught kissing on multiple occasions, but that was years and years ago. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him again or kissed by him as an adult.

“Just for shits and giggles. Nothing serious.”

You relaxed a little at that. “Okay. Fine.”

Timothee sat on the floor in the middle of the ring of candles the two of you created not long ago. He crossed his legs and dumped the contents of the box out: a stack of cards, 2 dice and a folded piece of paper containing the rules.

“Okay,” he said, unfolding the rules. “So, the way the game works is: player 1 rolls the dice. Whatever the dice says you have to do either to yourself or to player 2.”

“What are the cards for?” You asked.

“You don’t remember from your sexventures with Randall.”

“Ugh shut up and tell me what the cards are for, asshole.”

Timothee laughed, already having way too much fun. “Oh, it says the cards are for drawing along with each dice roll. Like an action to do along with what your dice say, or you can draw card if you choose not to do what the dice command, but if you choose a card you have to do what it says.”

You blew out a shaky breath. “Okay, okay let’s just do it.”

“Ladies first,” Timothee said, bowing his head to you.

“So chivalrous.”

You wanted to puke.

You picked the dice up, shaking them in your hand and hoping you didn’t get something you’d regret. You opened your hands, letting the dice fall onto the carpet. The two of you leaned down, reading the words.

“Hug,” the two of you read one of the dice simultaneously.

“Body?” You asked, looking at the picture on the other dice.

You looked up, Timothee already holding his arms out. “A hugs not so bad?”

You shrugged, walking on your knees across the floor to Timothee. He pulled into his arms and to be honest, it was one of the best hugs received in a long time. He held you tightly, his biceps pushing against your sides.

“We forgot to draw a card.”

You felt one of his arms shift as he moved forward to the stack of cards.

“Run hands down players back underneath their shirt.”

Your head spun. You could do that?

You moved your arms from around his neck, and slid them under the back of his shirt. Timothee tensed slightly under your touch. You felt as tiny goosebumps peppered the smooth, soft skin of his back.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispered.

“Sorry,” you said, removing them from his shirt back backing up to your spot on the carpet. “Okay. Your turn.”

Timothee nodded, biting his lower lip as he scooped the dice up off the floor. He shook them hard in his hands before letting them fall.

“Kiss,” Timothee read.

Your heart dropped.

“Neck.”

You swallowed hard. And you think he heard it.

“Is that too much? I won’t do it if it is.”

“No, no. Do it. Kiss my neck.” You attempted to sound confident. It didn’t work.

Timothee crawled on his knees to you, the action itself doing something to you. When he was close enough for you to feel his breath on you, he said, “let me know if it’s too much, I can stop.”

It was already too much. But you sure as hell wouldn’t stop him. You nodded. Warm breath and soft lips caressed the skin of your neck. He kissed it once. It was quick, but you breathed deeply in response to it. Then he kissed it again, opening his mouth and wetting your skin as he did. Your hand somehow found its way to the back of his head. You wanted to keep him there. When he disconnected you kept your eyes closed.

He cleared his throat.

“Your turn.”

“You didn’t draw a card,” you reminded him.

He smirked, picking up a card. “Remove your shirt,” he read aloud. He stood, unbuttoning each button of his flannel before letting it fall to the floor. Your eyes followed his movement and he lowered himself back into a sitting position on your carpet.

“Your turn now.”

You rolled the dice.

“Lick,” you read. “Lips.”

Timothee snorted.

“You don’t think I’ll do it?”

“It’s silly. I wanna see you try.”

You crawled back over to him until you were sitting in his lap, suddenly gaining a bit of confidence after his neck kiss. Your eyes bounced back and forth from his and to his lips. You licked yours first and let out a shaky breath. Slowly, you brought your mouth close to his, but you couldn’t -

“Y/n,” Timothee whispered.

“What?”

“Just fucking kiss me.”

He grabbed the back do your head, smashing your lips into his.

Hungry was the only word to describe the kiss. There was nothing gentle or delicate about. Lips were bit, teeth clanked together as your lips tried to harmonize with his. He laid back, pulling you down with him. His mouth tasted like the chocolate he ate before the power went out and it only made you want him more.

He rolled you onto your back, his palms flat on the carpet on either side of your head.

“Do you want to draw a card?” He asked as he hovering over you.

You ran your hands up his bare chest then back down, stopping at his belt.

“Hand me one.”

He reached a long arm over to the stack of cards, drawing one for you.

“Fuck.”

“What does it say.”

You turned it to him.

“It says ‘Fuck’.”

Clothes were discarded, thrown across your living room in a hurried frenzy. Your lips only disconnecting when your shirt came off.

“Don’t have a condom,” you mumbled.

“I’ll pull out,” Timothee said as you let your legs fall open for him.

He pushed himself inside of you, groaning as you took each inch of him. It was kind of romantically spooky, you thought, having sex with Timothee around at least 20 lit candles during a Halloween thunder storm.

He kissed down your neck as he slid almost all the way out. The rain picked up, tapping rhythmically on the windows. He sucked in one of your nipples as he pushed back in. You hissed in pleasure, squeezing the ‘fuck’ card you still held in your hand.

“You feel,” he said, popping off of your nipple. “So. Fucking. Good. Fuck. You’re so tight.”

He picked up speed and you could tell by the way he rolled and snapped his hips into you that he was already close.

“Think you’ll cum with me if I do this?”

He licked his thumb and attached it to your clit, rubbing soft, slow circles onto the sensitive bud as he continued railing you. You moaned loudly, drawing up your legs and arching your back off the carpet .

“That’s my girl. God your gonna make me cum, baby.”

You shook under his body, convulsing on the floor as you came. He pulled out of you immediately, as if the sight of you cumming drove him over the edge. He stroked his cock until he came on your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed out collapsing on the floor next to you. “I think this was our best Halloween yet.”

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TBHK CHAPTER 109 SPOILERS (ENDING)

Analysis + mini theory

don’t click if you don’t want to be spoiled !!

I’m the self proclaimed #1 Akane fan and like this chapter has destroyed me. It’s sent me PACING around my room just thinking about it.

This going to be all over the place, very long and probably a bit hard to read but I’ll keep it together as best as I can.

The Yorishoro situation. Akane human with human insides and obviously if ripped open he’ll die but as a clock keeper does he have similar insides to Mirai and Kako? They easily were defeated as that. Being the only clock keeper left and everywhere else checked it makes sense that he’s the one with the yorishoro. However it feels so weird for that to even be an option.

Kako and Mirai have been No.1 longer than Hanako has been No.7 as stated here,

(chapter 58)

so why hide it inside Akane? They had somewhere else to hide it so why didn’t they keep it there? (unless there was a repeating cycle of getting a new student to be the Present). She still has yet to have that talk with him as well. *

(chapter 25)

I feel it’s important to address this in relation. Akane states that the Clock Keepers tricked him into accepting his role by attempting to harm Aoi (and accuses Hanako of forcing Yashiro into working for him through trickery). He was only starting out middle school at the time of the incident, so it’s potentially been inside of him since then. Did they want him specifically to hide the yorishoro? What would it even be? My immediate thought was it would be Aoi related, but this is the yorishoro for all of them, and precedes Akane.

There is the potential it is maybe the pocket watch he carries which is a likely option. It allows him to stop time, and each yorishoro are deeply connected to the mysteries. Being able to protect/watch Aoi with it is important to him. And similar reasons may be for Kako and Mirai. I also question how he could even see the supernaturals prior to becoming one and it made sense to me; he’s going to die.

Death. Now onto my main reason for this entire post. I’m 100% certain at this point someone is going to die. Akane is a high contender and here’s my reasoning. He needs special glasses to allow him to continue going on as a student without seeing supernaturals. Yashiro can only see supernaturals because she is set to die within the following year.

(chapter 27)

Akane goes on to explain that the supernaturals aren’t like them and don’t care what happens to them, a hint at that he knows that he’d potentially die in the future or that I’m reading too much into it. Of course he could have that sixth sense, without being an exorcist, like Teru or Kou but with how high the stakes are for the next chapter it is very likely he’s going to die, in my opinion. But he’s only one of my two options.

My second option is Teru, and it’s mainly because of these panels back during the semester finals.

(chapter 59)

why would he feel the need to say this? As far as I know, the near future he talks about hasn’t happened yet even though we’re 50+ chapters and I believe more than 5 arcs in). Teru assumes Kou will come to Akane, but why him and not his older brother? Unless Teru knew he was going to die. He’s been pretty unphased for most of this current arc despite the circumstances. So, here are my two options for how the next chapter goes. 1. tsukasa gets to akane

2. akane is protected again tsukasa

And who better to protect Akane than the exorcist himself? Those two are much closer to each other than the others with them being Student Council and often seen together. And despite any grudge towards Akane Teru might have, I’m certain he’d still jump in to protect him. He’s human before he’s supernatural. In the above photos Teru mentions that Kou will ask for Akane’s aid but then says that in a more specific way, to protect Kou with ‘all of your powers’. There’s the possibility Teru does die and Kou goes to Akane to try and bring him back but is in danger OR it has something to do with Yashiro.

What’s weird to me is how he specifies all of Akane’s powers. As far as reader knowledge, his power only affects the present by stopping time for 5-10 minutes, as well as enhanced physical strength. Either he has more powers up his sleeve that we’ve yet to see or he takes the role of No.1 entirely and inherits the other two Clock Keeper’s powers if they’re gone for good. It just feels very weird for someone to say that out of the blue if they don’t have even a tiny idea of their fate.

Also read that there could be a dark backstory/history reveal and god I want it to be one of them so bad I need more Akane content 🙏

* This could become a plot point with how the current arc is going (and if he survives)

Anyways thats my too many cents! I probably missed some points out or need to elaborate so if that’s needed I will.

#tbhk #tbhk manga #tbhk spoilers #tbhk chapter 109 #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk akane #tbhk teru

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Komui's Lounge: Vol. 28 (Part 4/4)

>> Part 1

>> Part 2

>> Part 3

Q16: I would like to know if Hoshino-sensei ever felt super hyped while drawing a scene?

Hoshino: Lavi’s “Infinite Flame!! (火加減無し!!)” scene (vol.13)

(T/N: Lavi vs Road battle, below)

Lavi: Whoa! Hoshino just popped outta nowhere!

Allen: Goes to show we’re already screwed in regards to the word count, I guess.

Hoshino: If you know, then watch it!

Reever: She was also pretty hyped during Krory’s “I don’t need no coffin” scene, as well (Vol.11). (T/N: Krory vs Jasdevi battle. Thanks @looniecartooni for the raw!)

Q17: So Jasdevi has been called “monster” before?

Lenalee: Krory did mention them when we had a tea party some time ago. “Those Noah twins and I, we’re similar, so I have this feeling we’d meet again someday,” he said. I guess he must have been thinking what you’re thinking at some point.

Lavi: They’re weirdly simple-minded for their age. I guess it’s possible they’re nursing a wound in their heart.

Q18: Are there ever instances where a new accommodator eventually appeared for the Innocence shards of exorcists who died in the line of duty?

Reever: Yeah. Loads of them, in fact. Next!

Lavi: That was quick!

Allen: Mr. Reever, are they that strict about the word count limit this time?

Reever: The designer’s already at their limit from the looks of it, Allen. Whether we get to do this Lounge again next volume could depend on this!

Q19: Does Fo consume human food?

Allen: Fo doesn’t eat anything. That’s what I’ve heard back at the Asian Branch.

Lavi: Aaah, the Asian Branch’s Guardian Deity system is so interesting, really. Even Bookmen of old regarded the Chang Clan as a subject requiring special attention. Any clues on why they had their guardian deity take the form of a young lady?

Allen and Lenalee: Eh? No.

Kanda: …Didn’t Branch Head Bak’s great-grandfather who created the Guardian Deity system have it take the form of his late daughter?

Lavi: Wait, so Yu knew!

Reever: Who have you heard that from, Kanda?

Kanda: Alma said so.

Q20: A question for Allen-kun! If Kanda and General Cross were drowning in a river and you could save only one, whom would you save?

Reever: Al~righty!! Let’s wrap it up with this question.

Lavi: Welp, can’t be helped!! Welp, can’t be helped!! (T/N: Try reading it with a rhythm XD)

Allen: There must have been a better one in there! Come on!

Lenalee: Looks like Ms. Hoshino’s so nervous about the word count, she’s on the verge of a panic attack…(sweating). Let’s make do with this one for her, okay?

Kanda: If she’s gonna panic that much, then don’t do this Lounge thing, then.

Allen: No can do, huh…Or rather, these two don’t look like they’d ever find themselves drowning, seriously! Erm...Let’s see…I’ll save Master.

Lavi: And your reason behind that?!

Allen: Because Master could’ve been squirreling away the secret stash I’ve been saving!

Reever: Aaaaand we’re done! Thank you so much for being with us today! Now break it up! Chop chop! (Two big handclaps)

Lenalee: Would be nice if we managed to scrape a pass on the word count this time.

Allen: Which I reckon…we probably didn’t…

Lavi: Gave it our best shot, though……Alas, poor Hoshino……

Closing T/N:

Aaaand that’s it! Thank you so much for all your comments and tags. I had so much fun reading them.

@shashaspeaks The original Japanese dialogue for Allen cussing is the following:

ラビてめぇこの野郎なに口走ってんだよコラァ（ドス声）

(Rabi temee kono yarou nani kuchi hashitten dayo koraa//threatening voice).

It’s written with no punctuation, likely indicating he said it all in one breath XD.

//Don’t even get me started on Lenalee’s records gaaaaah what’s up now, Hoshino-sensei?!!

@candy-crackpot Again, thanks for the raws! Also super happy someone got my sneaky ATLA reference XD.

//Don’t worry, I know Komurin’s weakness is at the nape.

//Nah I think Cross is fascinated by the heartbeat of living beings precisely because he doesn’t have one. /ooooohh I think General Tiedoll would have approved of that burn.

//Highest Sci. Div. turnover rate prolly during Akuma Egg arc /oof!

@sauvechouris Yeah, I’m confused about the “kids OK but lovers NO-K” thing too. Like aren’t kids supposed to be even harder to leave behind, idk? LOL poor Bookman’s children, must have been one hell of a Daddy’s Issue for you all. Anyway, Past!Allen is Bookman’s kid headcanon anyone lmao?

@metiredlr YAAAAAAS MILF LINK

#d gray man #dgm #dgrayman #d gray #komuislounge #komui's lounge #dgm vol 28

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kaiwewi · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring #3

[Masterlist: Sharing is Caring] [Part 1] [Part 2]

Synopsis: Hero may be possessed, but they won't go down without a fight. It's time to teach that demon a lesson.

tw: alcohol

Hero had not called an exorcist.

They hadn’t made it past Google. The sheer amount of people willing to perform the service had seemed so much more suspicious than reassuring, and the descriptions on the websites they’d checked didn’t appear all that credible either. Besides, Hero didn’t even really believe in all this religious stuff – demon or no – and exorcisms never ended well in movies.

They had to at least try to handle this themself before they did something regrettable.

The thought of another walking around in their body, messing with their civilian life, was horrifying. But at least a search through the local news had revealed nothing indicating the demon had made any appearances as their hero persona.

So the situation wasn’t completely out of control, yet.

They forced themself to take a few deep breaths, sat down at their desk, and grabbed their calendar to look for patterns in the confusing mess that was their unhealthy lifestyle:

When had they gone to bed on which day? When had they woken up? Which days had the demon stolen?

The first time it happened, they’d just spent a sleepless night reading, before they’d crawled into bed sometime around noon. That had been Wednesday, December 28th. They’d woken up again on Saturday – that being New Year’s Eve – and had somehow convinced themself they hadn’t just skipped Thursday and Friday, that they must have mixed up the dates, and that their inconsistent sleep cycle and poor time management skills were to blame for the confusion.

It seemed ludicrous now. They’d clearly been in denial.

The first week of January had been chaotic. They’d pulled several all-nighters. They’d felt amazing, more awake and energetic than they had in months, and had refused to waste those days and nights on sleeping. – Fuelled by sugar, caffeine, and a bunch of Ritalin pills, they’d made it through Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday (partying with their friends, gaming, reading two novels, and binge-watching shows on Netflix) before they’d finally crashed and slept the whole Wednesday away. They’d woken up in the early morning hours on Thursday, pulled another all-nighter (this one involuntary), then powered through Friday and only went to bed again in the evening in an attempt to readjust their biorhythm to normal hours. Same on Saturday.

Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday had been lost to the demon. Three days.

They’d woken up on Wednesday, feeling fantastic once more and had actually managed to stick to a healthy routine during the subsequent days.

The demon had stolen Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. Another three days.

It may be hasty to construe a hypothesis from that little data, but they had to start somewhere.

On Wednesday evening, they came up with a theory worth testing. They ignored the food in the fridge and ordered a pizza.

On Thursday, they had an idea on how to get back at the demon.

On Friday, they got up early, motivated to put their plan into motion, and ventured into town to buy everything they’d need to ruin the demon’s days.

Back at home, they set the alarm for Sunday to 6 am and turned the volume up as far as it would go, then placed their phone on the bedside table. Right next to the reply letter they’d prepared.

Then they spent the night and half of Saturday gaming and stuffing their face with candy and fast food.

In the early evening, they began drinking. Cocktails. Long drinks. A few bottles of beer, though they disliked the taste. Shots. Then another cocktail, this one with a large serving of cream (just to spite the demon who might actually have a point when it came to dairy produce).

By midnight, they were dead tired and properly wasted, with the onset of what would surely become a nasty stomach ache later. But if their theory was correct, they weren’t the one who’d have to deal with the aftermath.

They forced the last remnants of a can of vodka lemon down their throat, then collapsed into bed without bothering to change into their pyjamas or brush their teeth.

Hah, would serve that damn demon right!

Hero giggled into their pillow. Within seconds, they were fast asleep.

And in a few hours, the demon would wake up to the world’s most obnoxious alarm tone, with the worst hangover it had ever experienced, to find a declaration of war on the bedside table.

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Hey demon thing or whatever you are…

I don’t know what the fuck this is and what’s going on, but if you really exist and I’m not just fucking crazy with a serious case of split personality: how dare you possess me!! Get out of my body immediately and leave me the fuck alone!! I don’t want you here. This is not okay!

What do you even want from me? What’s your goal?

I can promise you that much: you won’t get away with this! I swear, if you do anything evil or messed-up with MY body I’ll find out about it!!

Also, keep your filthy paws off my property! I don’t give a shit about your health guru bs. This is my body and my food and I can eat what I want. I’m not touching the stuff you got for “us”. (Stop saying that! There is no us!!!) And how exactly did you pay for all of that? Did you even pay for it? Because you didn’t take the money from my wallet. And that’s some expensive shit you’ve bought (??) there…

PS: Hands off my diary!!!!!!! CREEP!

PPS: Did you have a pleasant awakening? No? You’re most welcome! Consider that a foretaste of what’s to come. If you don’t leave my body asap, I’ll make your life hell!!

PPPS: Fuck you. I hope you puked.

[Part 4]

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This may be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t really think Eddie Munson is a devoted fan of horror.

Wait! -holds up trashcan lid shield to ward off the rotten vegetables getting thrown- Hear me out!

I think it really depends on the sub-genre of horror it is, plus if we’re doing pre-S4 canon Eddie or post-S4 headcanon Eddie.

Here are my headcanons based on what we saw of his personality on the show and how that Spring Break may have affected his limits with horror movies.

Pre-season 4 Eddie:

Absolutely loves slasher movies.

The first Nightmare on Elm Street probably creeped him out and made him jump a few times. Theygot so ridiculous after that they became his favorite series.

The first Evil Dead probably creeped him out even more, but then they got ridiculous, so from Evil Dead 2 on he loves them. Would not have had the stomach for the reboot though, even back then.

Would not like the human on human torture porn sub-genre (like Hostel) probably for the same reasons I don’t. I watch movies to escape reality, not be reminded of how messed up humans already are.

Which is why things like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre that are billed as “based on a true story” even when they really aren’t get to him. It’s just close enough to real he doesn’t like it. While it didn’t bug me because by the time I saw it I knew it was only loosely inspired by serial killer Ed Gein, Eddie is from the time when everyone believed that 100% of the story was true.

With that being said, Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 is actually one of his favorite movies. It has a ridiculous chainsaw fight, of course it’s one of his favorites.

Creature features are mostly okay. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, monsters, that sort of thing.

Body horror is usually okay.

Despite his metal aesthetic and freak persona he leans heavily into, movies dealing in possession, demons or violent spirits creep him right the fuck out. He probably watched The Exorcist and Poltergeist one time each and didn’t get much sleep after either of them.

Zombie movies are totally okay.

Post-season 4 Eddie (human or vampire):

Absolutely cannot watch the Nightmare on Elm Street series and Evil Dead series. He tries to watch Jason vs Freddy because Jason is his favorite, but doesn’t make it through. Freddy reminds him too much of Vecna now.

At this point, I’m not sure how he would feel about body horror. Something like The Fly or Reanimator might be okay. Hellraiser I’m not too sure on.

Absolutely do not try to make this man watch movies about telepaths, like Carrie or Scanners. Especially Scanners. It will trigger every bit of PTSD he has.

What does everyone else think?

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The Holy-Occult Dream Realm of Phantasmagoria

Author: Rutena Lukas

Mater Suspiria Vision is, to me, one of the Monarchs of what I classify as "High Occult" Witch House and their 2017 album Phantasmagoria is one of the finest examples of that.

An aside first: I have personally defined subgenres within the greater Witch House genre, and personally define High Occult Witch House as anything within the genre that heavily embraces or evokes qualities of occultism, spirituality, mysticism and ritualism. The sound is often trance-inducing and transcendent. It makes my head spin in the best way.

This album as a whole dances between dream and nightmare, it's the visions you'd have if you fell asleep in an abandoned cathedral, the air thick with memories of cloying incense.

I will fall asleep to this album, and accept its visions readily. I will share those visions with you.

The Contaminated Photos of Valentina Crepax: This track yearns, she hungers, she devours. She holds me with a grip so firm it hurts, because she doesn't want me to go. She is possessive, and in my time with the song I belong to her. And how can I resist, drunk on the incense haze? I gleaned this from the song before I knew of the Valentina comics for which she is named, and what I know about the comics only reenforces this feeling. Sensual and longing. This track is like a wife to me.

Danze Macabra (Aether Shock 1): The dream shifts from my longing, hungering beloved and slowly slips into a nightmare vision, tense and even alarming, I bear witness to exorcism in a broken abandoned cathedral, the one I fell asleep in to have this dream. The exorcism vocals and the percussion evoke a deep, primal fear, though I do not know if I fear the demon or the exorcist more. Even the calm of it is tense and eerie, before slipping even harder into a fearful madness where I can feel a divinity I cannot bear to look directly manifest before me.

Light of Darkness (Aether Shock 2): There is now only the Unknown Divinity that the last track summoned standing before me, I can now bear to look upon it, but I cannot fully comprehend it, being of light and shadow. The exorcist and the possessed are both long gone, only this being stands before me. Wreathed in passing comets that carry its voice, it fades slowly back and forth between being mostly light and mostly shadow. Gentle yet intimidating. I am sure it brings a blessing more than a curse. I am once more in dream more than nightmare. It slowly fades from the world.

The Garden of Void (Aether Shock 3): As the divine being fades the cathedral feels both restored and more abandoned, though still clearly abandoned, the stained glass windows are whole. Even though it is no longer visible, I still hear the divinity speak. The cathedral blooms with flora, moss and small white flowers. The divinity has stopped even speaking, it may even be gone now truly, and I watch night fall from within the cathedral. I can see the milky way like nothing else even through the stained glass. It is magnificent.

Metamorfose de Bestien: The dream shifts to a new location. Thick dark woodland that smells of leafrot and animal musk. I wander the woods, tense but awe-struck, I know there is something out here with claws like steel. That is not what I fear about the woods. I am trying to meet it. There is anxiety over what will happen if I do not. I hear it in the distance occasionally. I know it promises me something but I do not know what. I desire its gift regardless. I continue to hunt. Just as I finally meet it, great grey werewolf, with the promise of being just like it is...

Phantasmagoria: ... The dream shifts again before I can accept its gift. I am back in the cathedral. It is back to being broken and worn but the flora from before remains. The roof is long gone, and I can see the sky through it. I test against the altar to stare at the sky. I contemplate when this was once a lively place, with people in it. The stars are so bright. The broken organ sighs and moans of its own volition. I contemplate the werewolf and its gift I missed my chance to accept. The organ shrieks its last and I sense something is amiss. Tense but not yet fearful. Something is coming. I am unarmed but if have to fight I will fight. Tense. Deep breaths. Nothing has come, not yet. But there must be something. Something is going to happen. I can no longer determine if this is dream or nightmare. I feel the ghosts of this place in my bones. I am dizzy but I stand my ground for whatever may come. My nails dig into my palms. Certainly whatever is coming will come soon. Tense. Deep breaths. My palms bleed from the intensity of clenched fist. The sense of danger lifts as I wake up on the floor of the cathedral, disoriented. I can still smell incense.

Conclusion: All in all this is a top tier album to me, a fantastic collective of visions and dreams, a gloriously coherent narrative in emotion and tone. I recommend giving it a first listen (or even a relisten!) in a room with dim lights and lit incense.

#Author: Rutena #Mater Suspiria Vision #Phantasmagoria #Phantasmagoria (2017)

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fridays, part 1

eddie munson x female reader

summary: you run into your high school crush, eddie munson, at family video. your surprise turns into excitement when he asks you to come over to his trailer to watch a movie.

warnings: horror movie mention.

word count: ~1.9k

a/n: i finally indulge in writing a eddie x shy!reader fanfic. she’s so adorable, tbh. there’s also wingman!steve and more horror fan!eddie. eddie and y/n are just the biggest idiots in this fic. they are both so clueless and clumsy, and i honestly think that’s hilarious and cute. there will be a sequel to this fic (i’m even thinking about making it a series), so i promise it gets less awkward lol. slow burn, slow burn! hope you enjoy!

part 2

The door opened behind you while you were checking out a movie at Family Video.

“Hey, Steve, what’s up?”

Hearing that voice made your breath hitch in your throat. Your eyes turned to the source of the sound, and you saw a black-clad man with a mop of curly, long hair.

“Munson? Eddie Munson?” you said, trying to hide the trembling of your voice.

Eddie turned to look at you, a puzzled look on his face. “Hey, Y/N.”

Your heart leapt in your chest. Eddie remembered your name!

It was strange that he knew about you, though. No one seemed to notice you back in high school, while Eddie was always in the spotlight. You recalled quietly eating your lunch while he walked on the tables, lost in one of his monologues. Some called him a freak, but you yourself were, honestly, absolutely smitten. Seeing him now, you were glad that he had not lost his glistening eyes.

Realizing that you were probably just staring at him like a madwoman, you opened your mouth. “I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Yes, yes.”

“How are you?”

“Still in high school,” he replied, scratching the back of his head.

“Oh, that’s okay.”

He looked at the movie in your hands. “A Nightmare on Elm Street? I never saw you as the kind of girl who watched horror movies.” The corners of his mouth went up slightly, revealing his teeth, and you thanked the heavens that his striking smile remained untouched.

“Oh, yeah,” you gulped. “I’ve gotten into them recently. I try to watch one every week but haven’t gotten past the classics yet.”

“Okay, Y/N, we’re all done,” Steve stated.

“Thank you. Bye, Eddie.” You grabbed the movie quickly and bolted out of the store, adjusting your glasses to hide the blush on your cheeks with your hand.

It surprised you to find him in the store next week when you went to rent the sequel to Elm Street. You walked up to the desk where Steve and Eddie were talking.

“Oh, hey, Y/N,” Eddie said. “Did you like the movie?”

“Hi. It was alright,” you adjusted your glasses. “I’m here to rent the second film.”

“Yes, Y/N, you’ve come here like three Fridays in a row,” Steve noted. “Are you trying to watch every horror movie in existence?”

You tittered. “That’s the point, Steve, yes.”

“Eddie here is a big horror fan, aren’t you, Eddie?”

Eddie looked surprised. “Oh, mmm, yeah, I guess I am.”

“Maybe he could help you out with your quest.”

You looked at Eddie and found his eyes wide and on Steve. Then, his gaze turned to you. “Oh,” he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I could.”

“That’s great, Eddie, thank you.”

“Okay, yes. See you here next week, then.”

“Next week?” Steve looked at him with a frown on his face. Eddie pressed his lips together and his gaze fell to the ground.

“That’s okay. Next week works. Thank you, Eddie. Bye, Steve.”

Next Friday, you found him already inside the store when you arrived. Steve pointed at you and Eddie turned around. He waved.

“Hi, Steve. Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey, Y/N,” they both said at the same time.

“Okay, Eddie, what do you have in mind?”

“Oh, yeah. Let’s go.”

You both went to the horror section.

“Okay, Y/N. Have you watched The Exorcist yet?”

“Of course, Eddie. It was the first one I watched, obviously.”

“Yeah, well, sorry for asking!”

You laughed at his overreaction.

“What about Friday the 13th?”

“It was the next one on my list, actually.”

“Great minds think alike.”

He grabbed the movie and you both went to the counter. Steve had a big smile on his face when he saw you and while he was typing your information into the computer. You paid and turned to Eddie.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“I’m glad to help.”

When you started leaving, you heard a soft punch, a faint ouch, and some angry mumbling that you thought came from Steve.

“Oh, Y/N?”

You turned around to look at Eddie.

“I was wondering, uh, if you maybe wanted to go over to my place and watch the movie there?”

His question caught you by surprise and you blinked.

“Don’t worry!” Eddie blurted out. “It’s okay if you can’t or don’t want to.”

“No, Eddie,” you dropped your gaze and smiled, then looked up to say, “It would be nice.”

Steve smirked.

“Okay, let’s go, then,” Eddie said.

You hopped into his van and rode over to his trailer. Once you got there, Eddie opened the door, signaling for you to go in first. You looked around.

“So, this is where I live!” Eddie said, raising his arms. “You can sit there on the couch while I go make popcorn. Oh, well, if you want me to. Do you want popcorn, Y/N?”

You smiled at his visible uneasiness. “Yeah, that’d be alright. Thanks, Eddie.”

The man headed over to the kitchen and started looking around for popcorn, flustered, as if this wasn’t even his house. He was mumbling while he moved around the place. Apparently, he had forgotten where everything was. When he found the popcorn and put it into the microwave, you heard the beep of the keys, and soon after he was looking for a bowl. He found a blue one, thankfully, because his edginess was making you feel anxious, too. The microwave announced that the popcorn was ready, and he got it out and into the bowl, returning to the living room.

Eddie gave you the popcorn and went back to the kitchen counter where he had left the film. He walked over to the VHS, put it in, and sat down on a chair beside the sofa.

You wondered why he was so far away. Had you made him uncomfortable?

“Hey, Eddie,” your words came out almost as a whisper. “Don’t you want popcorn?”

“Oh! Yeah, that would be nice.”

Eddie got up, rubbing his palms together, and sat next to you. He didn’t grab some popcorn right away, though. The bowl was on your lap, and he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Noticing the mental battle that was going on behind his eyes, you passed him the popcorn. You crossed your arms over your stomach and shifted down slightly in the couch. The man’s legs were jumping.

“Eddie,” you blurted out. “Please, pause the movie for a second.”

He snatched the remote by his side and paused the movie.

“Are you okay?”

He didn’t expect that question. “Um, yes, I am. Yeah.”

“Then why are you all jumpy?”

He scanned around his mind for an answer. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’ve just- I’ve got a lot on my mind, you know?”

“Okay… If you’re not feeling well, you can ask me to leave. I won’t-”

“No, Y/N, don’t,” he interrupted. “It has nothing to do with you.” Or at least, not how you think, he added in his head. “Being with someone helps me feel better. Just give me a moment to wind down.”

You nodded, licking your lips.

Eddie resumed the movie, although he couldn’t pay attention because he was focusing too hard on calming down. He had almost ruined his chance; you almost left. If he wanted this to go well, he would have to relax.

He tried concentrating on the movie, and, after a while, he felt calmer. You were very much into the movie, enough to not notice Eddie looking at you with the corner of his eye. Seeing you with your arms crossed, your fingers playing with your beautiful bottom lip, took him back to being in class with you last year. The look on your face was the same as it was when you were completely focused on the math the teacher was doing on the board, writing your notes quickly. Maybe all that staring was what made me fail math, he chuckled at the thought.

You covered your mouth slightly every time a death scene came on to hide your giggles; they were all ridiculous. When you were a kid, horror movies terrified you, but now that you were an adult, you just thought they were funny.

“Are you laughing, Y/N?”

When you turned your head to face him, there was a grin on Eddie’s face. You adjusted your glasses and sank into the chair a little, your arms still crossed, stifling a smile.

“I would’ve never thought that Y/N would watch a horror movie, let alone laugh at it.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, embarrassed. “It’s, uhm, they’re just hilarious.”

Eddie chortled. “Slashers are!”

A chuckle escaped your lips, and you managed to look into Eddie’s eyes. They were beaming: two drops of shiny caramel looking straight at you. Your shyness had never let you look at them properly, but now that you were doing it, you savored the fullness of his mellow irises. He was on the same boat as you, entranced by the deepness of your stare.

Eddie had to drop his gaze after a few seconds, and you snapped out of your fantasies. Realizing what had just happened, your cheeks turned pink.

As the night went on, you started feeling less shy, to the point where you were laughing out loud and making jokes about the movie. Eddie also felt less nervous around you, and he even shortly put his hand on your leg or arm excitedly while he talked. He probably didn’t even notice he was touching you, but every time his palms landed on your body, you went cold.

The movie ended and you clapped. “Woo, Eddie! Great choice!”

He stood up and bowed repeatedly, waving. “Thank you, thank you. You were all so kind today, thank you.”

You laughed at his performance. When you were both done clowning around, Eddie took the movie out and gave the tape back to you, smiling. You took it and smiled back at him. He offered you his hand to help you get up. Your skin only met his for the tiny moment that you were standing up, but, once again, you felt your fingers buzzing.

“I’m glad you liked the movie, Y/N.”

“Yes, it was good.”

Eddie looked down and smiled. “I also liked spending time with you. I liked it a lot.”

The corners of your mouth went up for a second. “Yes, me too.”

Your gazes met and you looked into his dilated pupils. His lips were still raised a little bit.

“Want me to order pizza?”

“Eddie, sorry, I can’t stay any longer. I’ve got lots of homework. I’ll make sure to set aside time to stay for dinner next week, though.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Next week?”

“I mean, can I?”

“Yes, oh, yes, sure!” he cleared his throat, collecting himself. “I think I can, too.”

“Same time next Friday at Family Video, then?”

“Sure.”

Eddie opened the door for you. A few seconds after going out, you stopped and looked back to see Eddie resting his head on the frame of the door, eyes on you. You waved at him, and he took one of his hands out of the pockets of his leather jacket to wave back. When you turned and your face was hidden from him, you grinned so much that you scrunched up your nose. You couldn’t wait for next Friday.

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spinels-best-friend · 3 months

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Hazbin Hotel Heaven Headcanon

How I think it all fits together [So far]

7 years before the events of the show the radio demon and the television demon have a fight and the Radio demon is wounded. Either from this fight itself, or being weakened during and extermination Alastor nearly dies, only to to be saved by Lilith in exchange for his soul. For those Seven years they try to accomplish something, but ultimately fail (Perhaps even a way to redeem sinners) At the end of it Lilith makes a deal with Adam to spend time in Heaven; It is unclear what he gets out of this deal.

Charlie after starting her hotel calls her mother who while not answering, immediately sends her agent in hell the radio demon to watch over her now that she might come to Heaven's attention. Just by how he goes about this, we can determine his deal isn't abosolute, in that he can still attempt to make deals with Charlie, which her mother would very likely have forbidden if she could. We know deals are conditional thanks to Val only having power over Angel Dust IN the studio. So perhaps Lilith is unable to order him not to make deals with anyone.

Alastor rather than simply watching begins to help Charlie, hoping to use her as a lever against her mother, and free himself from his deal. This is all standard within the hazbin hotel community, stuff largely agreed upon.

There's something that stuck out to me though Sera the head Seraphim states "They were rising up." I have two possible theories on this

1: Lilith in fact did raise an army and march on heaven, only to be defeated, perhaps even using the souls (Including fallen overlords) Alastor controlled as troops. This could explain her deal, surrender in exchange for the lives of her remaing troops, and their silence about the invasion.

Or less likely but my favorite

2: The Exorcists were rising up, it's clear you don't have to be a "Good person" to get into heaven, adam is a sadistic misogynist and he's one of their highest ranked. Perhaps the troubled masses, the blood thirsty of heaven were growing unruly, and so Sera made a deal with them. Yearly "Entertainment" conditional on the plan they play nice in heaven, and never tell anyone what it is they do. Overpopulation, fear of hell, all of it a lie.

#hazbin hotel #spoiler #theory #alastor #angel dust #lilith

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @ppeonppeonhan @wen-kexing-apologist and @troubled-mind a while ago and finally found the peace in mind to answer these quetions. The holidays are always a stressful time and it feels like I don't have any time for myself to do things... I heard it gets worse the older you get and now I am afraid the next years are going to be over in a blink of an eye 😅 There are so many things I want to do! Anyway, thank you for the tag! 🥰

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My parents liked the name and that is the whole story 😊

2. When was the last time you cried?

A few days ago I watched Howl's Moving Castle and was crying like a baby. I love this movie and what it does to me!

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't want to have kids. I like them, I love my niece and nephew, but I don't want my own.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have played softball (Pitcher and Third Base) until I moved and didn't like the local team. So I stopped. I did a little bit Krav Maga, but stopped after my friend stopped too. Yeah, I don't like doing such things on my own.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes. Often and with pleasure.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

It depends? Like appereance wise I guess a facial thing that stands out for me and as soon as I talk to them I listen to their tone and how they talk to me and others.

7. What’s your eye color?

Bluish with a hint of grey and yellow.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I hate scary movies. The last scary movie I watched was The Grudge 2 and that fucked with my brain. After the Exorcist I couldn't sleep in peace for a long time. So no horror for me. I do love Vampires and Witches and don't mind those scary movies and Sc-Fi is totally fine with me too - I love the Alien movies, could watch them over and over again (Part 2 is my favorite), but I hate movies like Event Horizon... So I go with happy endings. I love happy endings, but I have watched enough queer movies to appreciate a good sad ending in the right setting. Not every fucking story needs a sad ending, movie industry! There are happy queer stories! Tell them please! One reason why I love bl so much 😊

9. Any talents?

I try to be more self-confident, so: I have many different talents. I have a talent for seeing the beauty in a bad situation. I can comfort my friends and family and give them good advices and make people laugh. I have a talent to learn. I do have different talents and I am proud of them and I would love others to see themselfes with more patience and love and kindness to own their talents, to be proud of them, even though they think, this is lame or nothing special.

10. Where were you born?

Germany. This should be enough information.

11. What are your hobbies

Whatching beautiful series and talk about them or photoshop the shit out of my favorite scenes. And I do have a life besides all that (even if I don't know how I manage to have social contacts with this many shows to watch 😅). But I do Journaling (Bullet Journal and Junk Journal) and I play some "The Dark Eye" and other pen & paper roll-playing games with my friends.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I always wanted a cat, but I just realised this isn't a good idea. I love to travel and I don't want my pet to be stressed because there are other people coming to their home to feed them and don't play with them and so on. And I work fulltime and won't have that much time for the pet. I do take care of the pets from friends, but most of the times I just move to their homes for the period and spend the days and nights with their beloved pets so they don't feel lonely. It is like a little vacation for me too 😅

13. How tall are you?

I am a tall girl.

14. Favorite subject in school?

German, sports, philosophy and arts.

15. Dream job?

I had so many over the years. But right now I dream of having my own little queer book store with one or two cats and coffee, tea and hot chocolate for the customers and on weekends I would sell selfmade cookies or cake. That would be so lovely.

I don't know who of you already done this one. I am still tagging you and if you have, please just tag me in a comment so I can read a little bit about you 🥰 And as always: If you don't want to play along, just ignore me 🤍 @pose4photoml @leonpob @nieves-de-sugui @bl-bam-beyond @maxescheibechlinichacheli

#tag game #personal #about me #15 questions #thank you for the tags! 🧡

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