#a tail of beignets

[hazbinhobo]

@hazbinstohell and me at the function.

[asettledsky]

This is one of my favorite fics ever. It's so adorable.

100% would recommend. The unfinished companion piece from Alastor's perspective is absolutely hilarious too.

The author was basically like "I'm gonna write a RomCom from Charlie's POV that is a horror story from Alastor's POV" and it works because Alastor is unhinged and emotionally stupid.

[justhereforprettythingsandfanfic]

Stutter

Eddie x reader eddie x reader my very first attempt at fanfic no use of y/n no physical description of reader other than afab. Flight of icarus sort of canon no upside down though. I want to go ahead and start posting I'm not finished and I'm not sure how long the story will be I'll try to update weekly if y'all like it

word count 2518

trigger warnings reader with a severe speech impediment, parent with cancer, dead parent more warnings in later posts

The summer of ’85 Eddie and Wayne are sitting on the porch sharing a cigarette before Waynes shift when an old beat up pick up truck pulls into the trailer park loaded down with boxes. Its you and your dad moving in with your grandma fresh from Texas. You don’t really want to be here you know its going to be too cold in the winter and you’ll have to go to public school terrifying enough on its own you know your dad might not make it to the end of the school year. When he told you he was sick you thought it’d get better but its only been getting worse so here you are in Hawkins Indiana to stay with your last living relative. Your grandma never liked you much always impatient and angry with your stuttering you didn’t miss her much when she moved away only visiting once when you were little. Unpacking seems daunting the drive felt like forever but the boxes need to come in Dad is having a good day so you’ll be unloading together at least. You don’t notice Eddie watching you as you grab the first box out of the back. Grandma opens the door “hey sweetie glad y’all made the drive alright hope you didn’t make your daddy do too much of the work” yo don’t want to respond but know she”ll get angry so you try to stammer out a simple no ma’am that turns into a “nu nu nu nu nu 

no muh  mmm, muh muh ma’am” she sighs at you making you feel small as usual your neighbor and best friend Pete had helped you and your dad with the packing and loading and old Miss Annie from across the hall had packed y’all food for the trip. The rest of the unloading is dad talking to grandma giving her updates and whispering about the cancer you try not to take mind. You make up the couch for yourself after the last box is brought in grandma managed to get a two bedroom trailer when she moved here thinking that you and your dad would follow after her and now she’s right you’re going to miss having your own room but you don’t want to think about what having your own room here will mean. Its a restless sleep dad wakes you up sometime the next day suggesting you bake something miss Annie aught you to do for the neighbors he knows Wayne from when y’all visited last and sometimes Eddie helps grandma with things around the house need fixing. So up you get put up your hair and lose yourself in grandmas kitchen making beignets for the neighbors. Once they’re done dad walks over with you to the Munson trailer “ howdy I think darlene told you we’d be here this week figured we”d introduce ourselves I’m John and this is my daughter” you’re trying to hide behind him and the plate of beignets you don’t want to embarrass yourself or be interuppted but it looks like dad meant it when he said you’re going to have to stop hiding behind him he gives you a look letting you know he wont do your introduction for you it takes some time but you eventually manage to get out your name and you’re starting to tell mr Munson you made the beignets his nephew comes barging through in the middle go your struggle “ I mmmm muh 

muh muh muh made “Oh hey you made these awesome!” He’s so cute and you feel humiliated and angry you shove the treats into his hands turn tail and grab your walkman some tapes and your sketchbook from the trailer you now call home determined to find somewhere to lick your wounds you only walk a little while until you find a picnic table that’ll do for your pity party you know you shouldn’t be so upset its just so hard and he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life he probably thinks you’re retarded you turn the volume up on Stiff Little Fingers hoping the earth with swallow you whole. A sudden hand on your shoulder makes you scream and fall forward off the table because you couldn’t just sit like a normal person you’ve definitely scrapped your arms up your scrambling to see who or what just made you wipe out and maybe run for life but when you look up and see mr Munsons gorgeous nephew youre hoping that being on the ground will make it easier to be swallowed now you’re even more humiliated “Oh my god are you okay I wasn’t trying to scare you I’m so sorry are you okay is that bleeding” you take a long breath trying your best not to cry out of frustration “ I I I I its fu fu fu

Fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu fu 

Fu fine”“Listen Im so sorry I scared you and for being kind of an idiot when you brought those donut things over but I uh I’ll leave you alone”

Now you’re absolutely about to panic he looks like you just kicked his puppy and as much as you kind of want to hide you don’t really want him to leave theres no way you can get something out of your mouth fast enough to let him know that without looking like an even bigger moron than you currently do still sitting on the ground on your knees. You hold out your headphones like a dove with an olive branch. The soft smile he gives makes your insides squirm and then he’s pushing his hair back and wearing your headphones. Hope beats her fist inside your chest with a battle drum beat. Eddie starts head banging a little and hope beats faster. He takes of your headphones and hands them back to you “ super cool you like metal too” drum drum drum

“Th th th th th th th th

Thrash mostly” Eddie is still wearing that soft smile and you’re pretty sure you’re going to die. Then just to kill you softly even more he grabs your elbows to help you up “ So I know I said sorry already but I’m definitely sorry for being kind of a jerk and then for being a bigger jerk by scaring you but also your dad seemed kind of freaked out so I should maybe tell you to let him know that you’re okay but also it’d be cool if we could maybe hang out again” your head feels like a lightbulb about to explode from too much electricity and simultaneously feel like a brat for leaving your dad like that, Eddie definitely sees it on your face “ We can totally walk back together we don’t have to hang out or anything” Why cant your voice just work “nu nu nu nu nu nu nu nu 

Nu nu nu no I uh I uh huh rrrrrr ruh ruh ruh really huh huh wuh wuh want to ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 

Hang out” “cool thats cool so to your dad first and then I’ll com by like tomorrow or something maybe” its too quick back to the trailer, but you absolutely know you’re going to be writing your first letter to Pete as soon as everyone goes to bed.   

Eddie was pretty confident when he first stayed behind instead of going to LA with Paige, but now that its been a month he was starting to regret his choice a little, but now after meeting you he’s really confident staying was the choice. It kind of feels like fate from a fantasy novel or something equally as cheesy maybe he’s losing mind maybe he should put the joint out. He cant believe after his fumble and scaring you nearly to death you actually want to hang out. He falls asleep excited about seeing you again. His hope are kind of dashed when he walks out of the trailer to see you driving out of the park with your grandma in the passenger seat. Before he can turn to go back inside your dad comes out and starts walking his way Eddie’s palms start to sweat this is probably going to end with him getting a fist in the face or worse. “Hey kid, you got a second to talk to an old sick man” your dad kind of laughs a half hearted attempt  at humor, 

“uh yeah sure of course, Wayne’s sleeping though so uh is it cool if we stay out here”

“Absolutely I remember what its like working nights it wasn’t that long ago”

“So uh you wanna tell me tasty away from your daughter right”

Your dad actually laughs now so hard it almost hurts, poor Eddie sweating bullets is confused and mildly terrified Hopper is gonna be finding pieces of his body in the woods or something

“Well quite the opposite actually as you can certainly tell my girl has a rough time and I’ve been sheltering her probably too much I was wondering if you’re still in high school I’m enrolling her in public school for the first time since kindergarten we’ve been homeschooling ever since but uh anyways so you still go to the local high school right?”

“Unfortunately yeah I’m gonna be a senior again” Eddie kind of thinks he might know where this is going but he cant quite shake his anxiety 

“She’s going to take her placement test, but I want to ask you to maybe look out for her”your dads face is firm like he’s dead serious because he is Eddie reminds him of some of his own friends from Texas as a kid

“I don’t think I’m the person you really want to be asking that”

“ What cause you got long hair and listen to the “devils music””

“Well most people around here aren’t really cool about it”

“You been helping my ma with her garden and yard for how long son and I’ll have you know my hair was prettier than yours ‘fore the meds made it fall out I think I know who I’m asking, but do me a favor and don’t tell her I asked you alright I don’t want her to think I don’t think she can do it I just want to know she’s got at least one person looking out for her” Your dad holds out his hand, Eddie self consciously wipes his palm on his jeans before he raises it to shake hands with your dad.

“I do have one question though I mean well I asked her if we could hang out sometime or whatever, but like would it be cool with you if I took her out to the diner or something” Now Eddie knows he’s going to get punched.

“ You know not to interrupt her, no matter how long it takes her to get her words out and to be kind about don’t look away while she’s talking you can do that, you can take her to the diner.” Your dad nods his thanks and goes back to the trailer. Eddie goes to his own room tiptoeing and being careful not to disturb Wayne. He doesn’t know what to do or how to feel its absolutely insane that he met a girls dad and they actually want him to take her out its insane. Maybe he got sucked into an alternate dimension. He should be doing something productive he should go out and do something but now all he can do is stare at his ceiling and wait for you to come back from your test. His chest hurts hes pretty sure he might actually be having a heart attack. Eddie really really cant believe your dad is actually cool with him and enough that he got asked to watch out for you damn.

When you get back from your placement test you kind of just want to hide in the couch and sleep through the next year. You absolutely do not want any part of public school it looked like a prison and the teacher administering the test was about as warm as you assume a prison warden would be, but at least you only have to do one year. You don’t make it out of the truck before Eddie comes bounding over to open the door for you. Your grandma is not impressed and clears her throat loudly in her distaste so Eddie runs around and opens her door too. You’re kind of frozen in your seat you watch your grandma say something to Eddie before she goes into the trailer and he comes back around to you. Well this is not what he expected you look scared of him again and its clear you’ve been crying. “Oh sorry I just wanted to well you said yesterday you’d like to hang out but its totally cool if you’re not into it.” You’ve got to get some words out you can already feel the lack of air and pain in your chest “tha tha tha tha tha

Tha tha tha tha.” You cant get it out you didn’t want to cry anymore but its coming anyway. Eddie feels incredibly awkward and isn’t sure what to do he starts backing up giving you space he doesn’t want to just walk away but he doesn’t want to crowd you and you have him all sorts of confused. You notice his step back and you are absolutely devastated the first guy you’ve ever even thought was cute the first guy to give you the time of day and you’ve ruined it full on panic attack now theres no air peripheral vision is gone can’t even get out of the seat of the car. Eddie decides the best thing he can probably do is grab your dad for you he has no idea how to handle this he can handle some of the freak outs from his sheepies at school but this is like way out of his wheelhouse. Looks like your grandma beat Eddie to the punch your dad is already walking out onto the porch when he turns around the look on Eddie’s face lets your dad know its bad “hey kid you wanna help me with her or do you need a minute?” “Help yeah yeah I can help” you cant hear anything over your hyperventilating and pounding heart positive this is the time you die and then familiar hands are on your face “pumpkin breath” “big breath pumpkin” “you’re okay” you finally start to match breaths with your dad and realize eddies still there and you want to panic again because you’re once again humiliated. Your dad can definitely tell you’re embarrassed, “its okay pumpkin he said he wanted to help just like Pete and Annie.” You really want that to be helpful unfortunately that just makes it worse, but actually you know it would make sense that your first crush on an actual guy and he’d be gay.

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[blue-rose-soul]

What else is going on in Kid Alastor au? I'm craving the little chaos deer

The hotel was uncharacteristically quiet, given that the princess and her spear-wielding love were not around to reign in the rather boisterous collection of characters they'd gathered under their roof. When Charlie had solidified her plan to meet with Heaven's leadership, Alastor had fully expected to find the parlor in flames and everyone passed out drunk or temporarily dead at the bar. Instead what he found was a note left on the coffee table penned in glittery pink elegant script that read:

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'Hey short stack. An old buddy of mine swung by and Charlie paid for everyone to have a night on the town. The place we're headed to ain't really for kids (yeah I know you're fucking old but I don't think the bouncers give a shit) plus Husk says it ain't your scene anyway. We left some cash so you can do whatever. I don't know what you do. <3 A.D.'

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Well. How thoughtful of them.

In a burst of green flame, the letter dissolved into ash, and then even the ashes dissipated into a fine mist. The short stack of bills he left untouched on the table. As though he couldn't provide for himself, hah!

There was nothing these loathsome souls had that he needed.

Still... There were few things as dreadfully dull as a large, empty building. Perhaps he could pay a visit to Rosie in Cannibal Town. Though it was a tad late to show up unannounced. No, there was no need to go out. There were plenty of other ways one could occupy oneself in a large, empty building…

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The pig grunted in contentment as it lapped up yet another treat. Alastor dropped another treat, lead the pig another few feet, then another few, then another.

The moment Fat Nuggets was fully inside the unused room Alastor tipped the bag and sent chocolate and peanut butter cereal pieces scattering all across the floor. With a delighted squeal, Fat Nuggets scrambled all across the room, snapping up cereal bits as fast as his little piggy feet would allow. Newspapers in one corner of the room, water and food bowl in the other, a bunch of cushions piled on the carpet. Plenty to keep the pig content – and most importantly, quiet – for a good long while.

Alastor shut the door quietly, leaving Fat Nuggets to his feast.

-

It was a small thing, but knowing how high-strung dear Vaggie was, it would be plenty enough to whip her into a storming frenzy.

Shadow men were busy rearranging the furniture. Nothing drastic, simply shifting each piece of furniture a biiiit to the left. The bed four inches, the dresser two, the vase three. Tilting every single painting, unscrewing a few choice light bulbs just enough to flicker. Nothing was glaringly out of place at a first glance, but over time…

Alastor chuckled, pleased with himself.

He was snapped from his daydreams of a frothing, red-faced sinner by a low growl. Alastor turned to find Razzle and Dazzle glaring up at him, the red baphomet flicking its tongue in displeasure while the pink one merely hissed. He raised his finger to his lips, offering the cuddly little monsters a close-mouthed smile.

“Let this pass,” he said, “and I’ll make you beignets.”

Instantly those reptilian eyes went lipid, tails wagging and growls replaced with happy chirps. A thought crossed Alastor’s mind. His lips peeled back to bare his teeth in a wicked grin.

“In fact, lend me your hooves, and I’ll make you all the beignets you can eat!”

-

Repeating the same little stunt he’d pulled with Fat Nugget on the Egg Boiz felt rather lazy. But using those little monsters was most certainly the correct method of targeting Pentious. As he entered the airship docked against the hotel building, Alastor found them all arranged in a circle on their fronts, scrawling all over pieces of construction paper with crayons and glitter glue.

“Hey, Little Boss!” the singular egg creature with a name chirped as it noticed him. “We’re making new evil plans for the Big Boss while he’s taking a break from being evil!”

“Hmm,” Alastor hummed thoughtfully. “Tell me, would you little monsters like to help me with a surprise for your boss?”

“A surprise?” Frank echoed.

The sweet smile on Alastor’s lips was at odd with the devious glint in his eye.

“Why yes! Our dear princess thought we might throw him a party in celebration of the great strides he’s made towards self betterment!” Hah. “And of course, who better to surprise that slippery serpent than his most beloved minions?”

The little egg creatures began chattering amongst themselves before they, in near unison, hopped to their feet and saluted.

“Surprise Party Division reporting for duty, Little Boss!”

“And of course, you’ll need supplies!”

With the snap of his fingers, five bursts of green light materialized five prop guns into the Egg Boiz’ hands. The Egg Boiz immediately started ooh-ing and ah-ing over the toys, one saying something about ray guns and another turning his prop over in his hand to peer straight down the barrel. That one jolted as he accidentally squeezed the trigger, letting off a burst of light and noise right in front of his face.

“Now remember!” Alastor said. “It’s a surprise. So you must hide, and when Sir Pentious arrives, jump out and fire off those party poppers!”

A little egg hand shot in the air.

“Why do the party poppers look like guns?”

“I thought it matched the aesthetic,” Alastor replied, gesturing about the metal airship and the various dismantled weapons scattered around. This seemed to satisfy the Egg Boiz. “Now off you go. Hide, and when Sir Pentious comes, jump out and fire off those party poppers! I’m sure he will be quite amused!”

With a final salute, the Egg Boiz took their new toys and scattered, disappearing into vents, canisters, crates and wherever else. An impish grin on his face, Alastor faded into the shadows.

-

The clinking of glass greeted Alastor as he reappeared in the common area. He found Razzle and Dazzle at the bar, right where he’d left them, rifling through the colorful bottles on the shelves. Dazzle placed a bottle up on the shelf, inching it around so that the label was facing outward before turning to Alastor.

“Last one?” he asked.

Razzle and Dazzle nodded.

“And the original bottles?”

The pink one lifted up a bulging garbage bag from behind the counter, the contents rattling together with each subtle movement. Alastor nodded in approval.

“Ought to put that somewhere dear Husker won’t come across it,” he said. “And I suppose I ought to get started on those beignets while you do.”

The plush demons bleated in joy. Before they could fly off with their stash of expensive alcohol, Alastor called out to them.

“Wait. Leave out a bottle of rye. Just set it on the coffee table, next to the radio.”

Alastor didn’t wait to see if they listened. With the snap of his fingers the radio blared to life, playing a lively jazz tune whilst he made his way to the kitchen to prepare a doughy, sugary feast for the adorable little beasts.

His shadows rose and solidified, pulling open cupboards and setting out the utensils and ingredients. One placed a stool in front of the sink so he could step up and wash his hands, another retrieved his apron and slipped it over his head while a third tied the apron for him.

Alastor was stirring the brown sugar into the mixture of milk and butter when the goats reappeared, hovering right over his shoulder. Alastor waved them off, then reached for the cinnamon.

“No hovering, if you please.” They backed up, but he could still hear their wings flapping, just behind him. Alastor sighed. “Well, I don’t really need help with this part, but you can help clean the kitchen while the dough is rising.”

A questioning bleat.

“Yes, it will take about an hour for the dough to rise before it’s ready to fry.”

Distressed, impatient bleats.

“Well too bad, that’s how long it takes. If you wanted cheap, mass produced styrofoam coated in icing, go beg the king for some lousy carnival crap. I’m making real food.”

More bleats.

“Then you have to wait. Shoo. I’ll call you in when I need you.”

With a final huffy bleat, Razzle and Dazzle flew across the counter, though their reptilian eyes remained locked on Alastor as he poured the mixture into the flour.

[captain-mj]

Hi I really love your PriceGraves stories and I don know if you still do story requests so can I ask for one with the idea of Price and Graves caring and loving a fluffy white teacup Pomeranian puppy? It is a gift from one of the Shadow recruit to try and cheer Graves up after losing Dumpling, and Graves couldn't say no to the tiny angel baby floofer? I like the idea of two grown men adoring such a very tiny puppy, you can also involve the rest of the 141 too!

Absolutely! Also, little fun fact, Dumpling was based on my Grandma's shih tzu. She was 18 when she died and did so the day after my grandmother died. Though personally I don't think my grandma deserved the loyalty, the little dog met her breed's standards with every day she told the grim reaper to wait.

Price had spent the entire week with Graves after Dumpling died. After day three, he just got up and started working again. From the outside, someone could assume he shook off the loss, but Price saw that he still didn't eat much and mostly drank coffee now a days. He tried to coax him into eating by having Oz cook, but Graves usually only choked down a few bites and thanked him.

All of the Shadows took notice and they talked. Price wondered what they were planning, but he spent most of his time with Graves, almost all of his time in fact. Graves eventually insisted he was fine, but Price saw him touching her favorite blanket or lightly pushing her bowl with his foot.

Price sat with him in the living room and Graves leaned against him. He was napping silently as they sat together and Price was thankful. Graves hadn't been sleeping well.

One of the shadows peaked in before quickly closing the door. He watched the door as multiple looked into the room and went back out. There was a short period of time before the door opened again but no one peeked in.

A tiny, fluffy white dog walked in and Price froze. He must've tensed too fast cause Graves woke up immediately.

The dog's tail wagged a little before they did a little spin. Their tail wagged so hard it made their whole body move.

"What is this?" Graves mumbled.

"I think she's a gift." Price answered, looking closer at her.

Graves sat up and reached for her. He scooped her up and she barked. "Tiny thing. I hope she's old enough to be away from her mom like this."

Price pet her and she licked his hand. "Pomeranian right?"

"Yeah. She is." Graves smiled at her. "Beignet."

"What?"

"I'm going to name her Beignet." Graves said softly. He held her for a moment before handing her to Price. He grabbed Dumpling's bowls and put them away before getting out a regular plate. Price pet Beignet as Graves set up a bowl of food for her. "Old superstition. If you let a dog eat from a bowl of a dead dog... It's bad luck."

Price smiled at him and then set down Beignet. She rushed over to start to gobble down food. Her little tail just kept going.

Graves knelt down and watched her. He stayed there until she was done and she licked at his fingers. For the first time all week, he smiled.

Beignet barked.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

soooooo void!remy meeting the x men and being freaked is a love of mine. and him mistaking kurt for a weird vamp due to void things lol.

based on convos with @golden-buddle

tw: human trafficking, violence, child abuse

Remy clicks his tongue, fighting the urge to hiss and show off his teeth. He has to keep his poker face on. He had been working his way into gambling dens, digging down deeper and deeper, and now he has entered one of the darkest vilest gambling dens in the city. They dealt in things beyond the chump change of the rings that Remy preferred. No, this one deals in people. And not just people, but with a particular eye for vamps, mutants, and the young of both. 

He hates it. And the arch vampires of the city hate it. They had hired Blade to help them out clear out some of these dens of depravity. Which means Remy hunts them down and gets in and Blade and the rest come a knocking. 

Remy feels like his skin is itching as the proprietor of the establishment escorts Remy’s little group past the cages. Remy slips charged bits of paper into as many locks as he can. A little jolt and they would explode. He does not plan on things lasting long enough for him to actually to sit down and play a game of poker. He tenses as one of his many many explosions goes off. Well now. It seems someone tried rattling a cage. 

He hears the howl of Wolverine and the snikt of his claws coming into play as the sound of Deadpools endless pool of chatter springs.forth. Remy is ready to join in the chaos of the fight when he notices a little mutant girl being dragged down the stares through a door he thought was a wall. He makes a beeline for it, pulling out his favored bo staff to hit and explode any who tried to oppose him. 

The door leads to winding stairs that go deeper and deeper. He doggedly follows as the men take note that they have a prayer and start trying to do things that might slow him down. The little girl yowls and struggle, Remy spotting her fuzzy cat ears and tail as she struggles. One of the men hits her head and something in Remy snaps. He chucks a card forward, exploding the man's arm off. Then a silver knife finishes the job, lighting the vampire up.  He dispatches the other two with similar explosions lighting up the ill-lit room that surrounds them. He pants and the little girl stares as she sits on the floor. 

Remy pulls himself together and lowers himself to the floor.

“Hey mom petit. I'm not here to hurt.”

She sniffs the air. Probably has abilities similar to Logan's in the smell department.

“You smell like cat.”

She whispers and Remy smiles with no teeth.

“Sure do. Got a princess at home named Beignet. She's the sweetest fluffiest drop of midnight to come into my life. I would never hurt her. Or you.”

The girl seems to trust this, launching herself forward and burying her face in his neck.

“I don't want to hurt anymore. I always hurt.”

She begs and he gently pets her hair crooning lightly.

“Then Remy promises he gonna get you out. You got a name, mon petit?”

She noses his neck, sniffing and holding tighter. 

“They… they took it. Said I wasn't allowed to name myself. They called me Kitten.”

He wants to rip the world apart. Kill those men again and again. Names were important. Knowing his name was his helped keep him sane in the horridness of the void.

“I don't wanna call you something they made you take. What do you like to be called?”

She pauses, her little nails growing out into tiny claws that are sharp through his shirt. But not a threat. She is just scared.

“My momma called me Eleanor.”

He hums at the name.

“Alright. That's a pretty name, cher. Eleanor. I'm Remy.”

He gently pets her hair, and she noses his throat. He stands up with a playing card slotted into his free hand. She presses close, a light purr there as he spins and starts make his back to the stairs.

A man jumps out the block his path and Remy throws his charged card. He slides to the side as the man spits insults and tries to grab at the girl. She whimpers and presses closer into his chest, little pinpricks of blood coming out. He fires off another card and leaps up the stairs and around the man. He kicks his head and throws another charged card, blowing up his chest. Another man bursts into the stairwell and knocks him down. Remy keeps a tight grip on the little girl, determined to not let her down. He throws three cards at the staircase. But the guy dodges the cards and fires at Remy with a gun. Remy ducks down and throws a few more cards, hissing loudly as he shifts backwards away from the guy. His charged cards light up bright pink against the darkness, little flares of hope that explode in a ver familiar way. He gets a good shot on the man’s chest and he blows up.

Once more he tries to get to the stairs. Eyes flash in the darkness ahead of him and the smell of sulfur reaches his nose. Remy freezes, arms tight around the child that clings so fiercely to his chest, her cat ears pinned back at all the sound. In front of him stands a demon- or some sort of vamp? Either way, he does not know their allegiance and his throat fights down a sob of weariness. He just needs to finish breaking free of this hell, to meet up with Blade and Wolverine who he can hear ripping the place a few floors overhead. 

The blue vampire steps forward and Remy pulls out a cross and chucks it and hisses long and loud, showing off his teeth and stepping backwards. He is scared, so scared. The thing grips the cross, mouth opening slightly to say something right before the wood explodes. Remy’s feet are already moving when he hears a poof intermixed with the sound of an explosion. He skids to a stop at the sight of the vamp popping out in front of him.

“Hey, hey. Beruhige dich. Calm. We are on the same team. No need to disrespect the cross.”

The guy's hands go up showing three phalanges instead of the normal five. Remy hisses stepping back. This guy is fast. Too fast. Remy is too slow while carrying someone else, but he is not going to put her down. She whimpers and he gently pats her.

“It's okay Eleanor.”

He whispers, hand pulling out another weapon, a gun full of silver hollow points filled with garlic. The blue vamp loosens his posture, crouching down and curling his tail close. Tail? Maybe a really weird vampire.

“I dunno what game you be playin’ vamp, but if’n you be with the guys upstairs, we gonna have an issue real quick.”

Remy bites out, terror nipping at him. He was not supposed to be so far from the others. But he had been drawn in deeper at the chance of helping a child.

“Ah, mein Freund. Breath. I am not a vampire. I am like you and her. Mutant. Im here with some friends of mine. To help.”

A mutant? That… that actually makes more sense. That or the guy is a straight up demon. The little girl peeks out, arms still tight around Remy. 

“I see. Your group helps mutants… X-men?”

He knows the name from Wade’s friends who come around occasionally that he and Logan avoid. The girl would be safe with them. He would really like to avoid Charles Xavier, not needing to meet another terrifying telepath, no matter how sweet other mutants seemed on the guy. Logan is probably avoiding them for a different reason. 

“Ja! You know us!! We're the good guys!”

The guy cheers, tail swinging in presumable delight. The little girl’s eyes follow the tail, her own responding a little.

“Mmph. Remy will be believin’ he be seein’.”

“Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed. But we’ll make an exception for you, herr und frau. Now! Let the fuzzy elf help you out!”

The guy winks at the girl flicking his tail through the air and grinning. She lets out an amused sound and Remy finds himself relaxing.

“I'm Nightcrawler. And I can teleport. Let me port us out of here. Ja?”

Remy considers it, tucking his teeth away. He looks down at the little girl, who he does not want to scare more.

“What do we say cher? Do we trust a fuzzy elf?”

She sniffs the air and presses a little tighter into Remy.

“Uh-huh. Yess.”

She whispered, hissing the last syllable. He pats her head and nods.

“Alright. Get us out. To somewhere safe.”

Remy steps towards the mutant and Nightcrawler grips them both gently. Remy flinches at the poof noise and forces his eyes back open as the scent of sulfur hits his nose. He sees that they are right outside the doors of the gambling ring. He spots one of the vampire workers bolting out and Remy presses the little girl close, shielding her eyes and ears as he fires. The vampire lights up and explodes and Nightcrawler freezes. 

“You just-!”

“Don't feel bad. Bloodsucker was helpin’ hurt children. This weapon does not blow up normal folks. Just hurts like the devil.”

He hisses and then snaps his head to the side. Blade is there, sword wet with blood. Remy whistles, knowing that the vamp will be able to notice it even with the battle going on. Remy also notes that there are other people who are wearing outfits that have some shared designs. Remy keeps the girl on his hip and aims, firing to keep people away. Blade gets to his side and sniffs for wounds.

“Blood?”

Blade growls and Remy laughs.

“Aw, don't worry about Remy none! This sweet gal accidentally clawed me through my shirt.”

Eleanor makes a soft noise and he shushes her.

“And you shouldn't worry either, petit. I don't mind being clawed accidentally by you, cher.”

He gently pets her head and looks to Blade. Blade scrunches his nose. 

“We’re almost done cleaning it out. Cops are coming and these X-men are helping get the mutants somewhere safer. And some vamps are collecting the fledglings.”

Remy slowly nods.  Good. everyone was being taken care of. A few stragglers try to escape but he and Blade make sure they do not escape. Nightcrawler helps keep people from sneaking up on Remy and Remy keeps anyone from being able to touch the blue fur ball. Remy ends up sitting on a half wall next to the entrance. Eleanor is currently eating some of the Rolo’s that Remy had in his pocket, pressed against his chest with her legs tucked up against him. She seems to enjoy the caramel and chocolate, tugging on Remy’s sleeve to get more. He happily gives her more. Blade sits him on his left and Nightcrawler sits to his right. 

Nightcrawler speaks softly to him.

“The institute is a very safe place for mutants. She can learn there without people discriminating against her.”

Remy smoothes her hair down. He feels a little tense at the idea of just handing her over. She curls a little tighter into Remy while staring at Nightcrawler. 

“That'll be up to Eleanor. Watchu think? Remy’s happy to help you, but he's no good a teachin’.”

“But… what about you?”

She whispers, claws digging down into his shirt. He croons softly to her.

“I'll be okay.”

“He can come visit. I’ll give him the address and everything!”

Remy looks at Nightcrawler who looks genuine. 

“You'll help her?”

“All the best medicine and teaching. And protection. Xaivers is safe.”

He knows they are headed by the person who is the brother to Cassandra. It makes him nervous about going anywhere near.

“Will you visit Remy?”

She asks, hope in her voice.

“I-... I'll come, cher. Remy will come and visit. Keep an eye out for me on the edges petit.” 

“Or you could come too.”

“I got a place already.” 

He says with a shake of his head and scooches closer to Blade who hums pleasantly. Nightcrawler looks like he understands. Maybe. He presses a playing card gently into Eleanor’s hands and kisses her forehead before she goes with Nightcrawler. Blade gently rubs his nape with a firm hand and Remy leans into with a croon. 

[komouri-official]

what X-Men characters names would be if they were cookie run characters 😔

Cyclops: Strawberry Beam Cookie

Jean: Orange Glazed Cookie

Wolverine: Adamantium Cookie

Storm: Sugar Cloud Bread Cookie

Beast: Blue Raspberry Monster Cake Cookie

Rogue: Cherry Cream Pie Cookie

Gambit: Chocolate Beignet Cookie

Morph: Shapeshifter Candy Cookie

Jubilee: Fizzy Candy Cookie

Sunspot: Sun Candy Cookie

Magneto: Copper Chip Cookie

Nightcrawler: Blueberry Strudel Cookie

Shadowcat: Vanilla Shadow Cookie

Angel: Angel Food Cake Cookie

Iceman: Frozen Berry Juice Cookie

Avalanche: Chocolate Shake Cookie

Blob: Thick Chocolate Chunk Cookie

Toad: Green Apple Gel Cookie

Quicksilver: Speedy Silver Chip Cookie

Pyro: Spicy Mango Cheesecake Cookie

Mystique: Blueberry Shapeshifter Cookie

Professor X: Xocolatl Cookie

Cable: Shining Candy Cookie

Colossus: Chewy Honey Cake Cookie

Sabretooth: Tiger Tail Cookie (like the donut)

Scarlet Witch: Crimson Chip Cookie

[hazbinhobo]

Whats that?

I'm updating 'A Tail of Beignets' again?

....

I wanted to write smut OK, I am sorry.

Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53517946/chapters/137133664

[hazbinhobo]

Your mind!!!!!!!!!

I need this sm. 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

I know that "A Tail of Beignets" and "First Bite" start off with Charlie touching Alastor's tail...but what about Alastor touching Charlie's tail? The way Alastor touches Charlie so freely in Episode 5 and Episode 7 has me thinking that he would absolutely run his hands over her tail.

[wysteir]

shinobu donut shinobu malasadas 1 (hawaii) shinobu paczki (NA polish community) shinobu beaver tail (canada) shinobu churros 1 (mexico) shinobu picarones (peru) shinobu sonhos (brazil) shinobu malasadas 2 (portugal) shinobu churros 2 (spain) shinobu rosquillas (spain, again) shinobu beignet (france) shinobu ponchiki (russia) shinobu pampushka (ukraine) shinobu youtiao (china) shinobu shuangbaotai (taiwan) shinobu noum kong (cambodia) shinobu shakoy (philippines) shinobu tantrum (we skipped a whole bunch of donut-like treats but araragi has to go home)

[silversupremacy]

goo w/ his fav food (according to cabby)

I'm gonna try to ask this year if in ep 7 the lists of food everyone suggests to mephone means anything, cause I need to know if silver likes beignets, because I feel like he'd love them but would refuse to eat them in public cause they're so messy but he's just like tail happy wagging when he gets his paws on some and has powered sugar all over his fingers but it's worth it.

[radioiaci]

@ducktastic-dad ⧐ ( he is HERE to hand in his valentines resume. ) name: lucifer age: that's a rude question. do you like to cuddle?: always. can we make-out?: i would only be a little offended if we didn't. a night in or dinner out?: i would like to be alone, but we can rent a restaurant or something if you need some air. ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: i like both, but i think strawberries would be more valentines-y, and you would be less inclined to look like you are about to throw up on me. what makes you a good valentine?: on this application i have stapled 9 pages of my best qualities, some of which include ; funny, charming, cool, very sexy, almost 6 feet, fear of tape measures, honest, humble. would you cook for me?: not to brag but you will never meet a better pastry chef, so yes. would you let me cook for you?: i like your cooking. :) VALENTINE'S DAY APPLICATION.

"Nine pages? That's astonishingly clipped for you," he says with a small snort-laugh that he can't exactly contain.

"Let me teach you how to make beignets the proper way, and you have a deal."

Cheeky, though his tail might be wagging.

[starrysnowdrop]

Top 5 Minions!

1)

Well, my #1 minion has to be the Wind-up Aymeric, because of course it has to be! It’s the one I take out the most, and canonically Hali takes her Aymeric mammet everywhere with her. Tiny Aymeric is always there to cheer his snowdrop on! 💖

2)

For me, a very close second is the Starbird. I’ll try to be vague for spoiler reasons, but the Starbird holds such significance in the overall story, not to mention this is a gorgeous bird with amazing tail feathers, so it’s just cool to show off as well. The drop rate is insanely low though, so I’m having to show it to y’all on an old pic of Yume, because it still hasn’t dropped for Hali.

3)

Coming in third is Caduceus! He’s so damn adorable and he’s the minion that drops from Hermes, so I am obligated as a Hermes shipper to have him in my top five. This took about a dozen runs of Kitisis to get him, but it was worth it.

4)

Fourth place goes to the Crabe de la Crabe, which is one of the minions your fishing retainer brings back to you from waterside exploration, and for Hali, this minion is Hali’s pet crab Beignet! So total cuteness.

5)

I feel obligated as well to put Midgardsormr on the list, aka Middy for short. For many many years, Middy here was my favorite minion, and similar to the Starbird, the minion itself hold great significance to the story, so I think that automatically earns him a spot on my list.

Honorable Mentions go to the Wind-up Aidoneus, Wind-up Philos, and the Zodiark Idol minions, with the first two being way too damn expensive for me to ever buy them most likely, but they are both very special to me. The last one is technically not out yet, but my mom has gifted me the latest EW art book that comes with the Zodiark Idol minion! Here’s a preview of it:

Thank you so much for the ask @pinxli!!! 🥰💖

[wolfgirlandfarmboy]

Does Jack have a favorite type of sweet treat, or are any sweets alright w/ him? Also, is he willing to share w/ anyone? If so, who?

He loves all treats, especially the ones made by Nana.

I know I used to have cinnamon rolls as his top favorite but after trying some New Orleans style beignets a week ago, they are very Jackcore.

I also imagine those are Nana's favorites since she isn't really a sweets person, she is just really good at making them. And the way most of the sweetness comes from the powdered sugar while the dough is soft and warm more subtle makes her tail wag.

So she has canonically 100% shared some while snacking, thus introducing them to him, causing him to get hooked.

I can easily picture them both enjoying a batch together with mouths covered in powdered sugar.

Jack often shares his food with his friends because it's a force of habit with him growing up in a farm where you typically share what you grow...but he throws that rule out the window when he has his hands on some dessert.

Nana is the only person he budges to share a sugary plate with because 1)He loves her and 2)She is the bearer of his favorite treats.

Honestly the fact he shares sweets with her in general is a big ole sign the boy is deeply in love with her. He is very stubborn with errbody else.

[hoshi-neko-hikari]

Ayla is currently playing with the ala mode pretty cures and sharing beignets and bread pudding

Hikari and Lizzy were snuggling in cure chocolat’s fluffy tail

[ofwrxth]

❖ BASICS

Full Name: Jakob Ranstrom

Age & Birthday: 31 & Nov 3

Occupation: Freelance Social Media & Marketing 

Where They Live Now: NYC

Birthplace: NYC 

❖ FAMILY CONNECTION

Which of Allegra and Henry’s children is their parent?: Agneta DuPont

Brief snapshot of their parents: 

Agneta praises are always based on performance. She’s never been unkind, but everything comes with a condition. Affection is tied to how well you do, what you achieved, how clean you come across. For the cousins, they could be her favorite one week and forgotten the next. She’s also melodramatic in a quiet way. She can feign illnesses, guilt-trip like a pro and pull any manipulation tactics in order to get her own way. 

Olaf is worse, in some respects. Distant, always looking like someone’s disappointed him before he even walks through the door. CEO of Zenith Capital management and expected Jakob and Felix to follow suit. Possibly even offered internships, apprenticeships to cousins too. He rarely showed his face at DuPont functions but when he did, he stayed on the sidelines. Talk to the adults, never the kids. Even his small talk felt like it was being timed.

Agneta has always been determined to stay within Allegra’s good graces and when he was alive, Henry’s too. Potentially could have thrown other cousins’ parents under the bus in certain situations that had lasting impact. She struggled to really gain Allegra’s praises, however.

Any siblings also in the cast?: Felix 

❖ BRIEF BACKSTORY

Jakob was born and raised in New York with his twin brother, Felix. They grew up between the rich, warm history of the DuPonts and the cold, exacting legacy of the Ranstroms. Jakob got used to balancing both, never wanting to disappoint either parent.

Seasons spent in New Orleans were his favorite—no expectations, no pressure. He could run barefoot through the fields, collect too many mosquito bites, and eat enough beignets to make himself sick. In New Orleans, he was most himself.

Of all his grandparents, he was closest to Henry. His grandfather was a grounding presence, someone who saw the wonder in Jakob’s eyes and the urgency in how he moved through the world. He let Jakob talk until he was out of breath, then handed him a book. Time to read. He never tried to make Jakob smaller—just taught him the power of stillness. Of observing before acting. Of quiet.

Back home, that ease faded. His anxiety sprouted young, especially after Timmy died. Jakob found the only way to outrun it was to keep moving. Fast. So fast, he started losing things. He cared too much, but carelessly. He joined Zenith, shuffled between departments, and made enough mistakes to cost the company millions.

Whatever pride his family felt at having a son in the business vanished when he was fired. Another tie cut. His access to money was quickly restricted, especially once they realized he was helping Felix too. He’d already drifted further from the family, and when his parents cut him off, it almost felt expected. It pushed him into chasing anything that could hold his attention or give him purpose

Jakob returned to New York still hearing Henry’s last words: If you keep running like this, you’re gonna catch your own tail. And he had. Restless, aimless, chasing meaning he couldn’t find The void inside him stayed unfilled. For the first time, he let himself feel the despair he’d always outrun—on a rooftop, at a party, bottle in each hand. But hope didn’t come from escape, or success. It didn’t come from the bottom of a bottle or nameless faces and tangled limbs. It came in the form of Ines. A light in the dark. He still struggled. The void still lingered. But he wasn’t falling anymore. And if he did, he knew she’d catch him. 

When Allegra died, Jakob hadn’t expected much. Maybe a polite nod in the will, a gentle nudge to finally get his act together. What he didn’t expect was the entire library: books, ledgers, notebooks, archives, all of it, along with a worn volume from her personal collection. Inside was a note: Some things don’t belong in the past. Take your time. And a list of places she wanted everything donated to. 

Jakob was tasked with sorting through decades of family history. Deciding what stayed, what got passed on, what should be preserved. A task dressed up like a burden, but it felt like something more. Like maybe she believed in him. That he wasn’t a lost cause just because he hadn’t found his place yet. Jakob, who had always run from one job to the next, one city to another, always quitting before something could stick, was being asked to stay. To carry something heavy and not drop it. To hold the weight of his family’s history and decide how to pass it on.

Maybe that was the point. Maybe Allegra wanted him to look each cousin in the eye when he handed them their piece of the past. Maybe it was her way of stitching him back into the fabric of the house, of them. And maybe, in some small way, Henry had a hand in it too. Jakob still remembered those afternoons in his grandfather’s study, the rare quiet in his mind, the stillness that only came when he was reading. Maybe Henry always meant for him to inherit something – not just the books, but the act of staying.

It was just a library. Just paper and ink. Just a responsibility he could, in theory, shrug off. But it felt like more than that. A tether. A quiet, stubborn hope that, for once, he wouldn’t run.

❖ PERSONALITY SNAPSHOT

Jakob is the kind of person who fills a room the second he walks in. Charming, chaotic, effortlessly magnetic. He talks fast, moves fast, jokes often. Life of the party, first to suggest a round of drinks when things get too heavy. Music always on, something upbeat, drowning out the quiet. He hates silence. Hates what it brings up. Because the truth is, Jakob’s brightness is more armor than essence. He seems carefree, but he cares deeply, just carelessly. Fills the silence with sound, the stillness with spectacle. He barrels through tough conversations with humor, dodges vulnerability like a game, and leans hard into levity because he’s afraid of the weight he knows is waiting if he slows down.

Ever since Timmy died, Jakob’s been chasing distraction. Meaning. Something. Anything. He lives like the other shoe is always about to drop, and if he just keeps moving, maybe he can outrun it. The void, the guilt, the grief—he buries it under parties and projects, under impulsivity and charisma. He doesn’t like to be alone with his thoughts, which is why he rarely is. That restlessness comes from something deeper. It's the ache of someone who wants reconciliation but knows that means confronting absence, failure, responsibility, and he’s never been good at sitting with those things. So he deflects. Performs. Smiles bigger.

There was one kind of quiet he never ran from. The kind he found in his grandfather’s study. Henry would hand him a book, settle into a chair beside him, and for a while, Jakob’s racing thoughts would still. It was the only peace he knew how to sit inside. The only stillness that didn’t feel like punishment.

Ines is the calm inside his storm now. A reason to try. A tether to something good. For Jakob, when things are okay, he really is okay: up early, running miles, reading five books at once (okay 3 of the 5 being anime), cooking like he’s hosting a feast, singing loudly and off key to music blaring. But when it’s not okay, he unravels fast. Chaotic. Impulsive. Avoidant. Only on his meds if he remembers. Sleeping too little or not at all. Those are the weeks when the show ramps up, when he becomes a caricature of himself, trying to outrun the void before it swallows him whole.

❖ WHY THEY CAME BACK

Jakob knows he should reconnect with his cousins after years of distance. Still, if there’s ever a time to rebuild bridges, it’s now. He'd be lying if money wasn’t a factor, and maybe nostalgia too. Being back at Belle Chêne brings him to a simpler time, when his mind wasn’t always racing and his heart didn’t ache with the constant need to find purpose. He’s back now to reconnect, observe, and maybe start mending what’s broken. It’s a mix of everything because Jakob’s always been torn between wanting connection and running from it.

Then there’s the library. A responsibility he inherited with Allegra’s passing. It’s not a task he’d have chosen (he even asked the lawyer to double-check that there hadn't been a mistake – that it did actually said Jakob, not Felix), but it feels like a quiet kind of penance; something heavy enough to hold him here. He’s been running from responsibility for years, avoiding family and legacy, but this time it’s different. It’s not just about him anymore. The books, the archives, the memories: they’re something he needs to face.

❖ MEMORIES OF Timothy

Jakob remembers that day – the hum of insects, the distinct buzz of humidity and the feeling of sweat on his skin. He remembers wrestling with Timothy over the hiding spot they both went for and how Timmy relented with a laugh and promised to get there first next time. Jakob remembers watching his cousin run in another direction and not knowing that Timmy’s retreating form would be the last memory he had with him.

When it happened, he was distressed. Guilt ate at him for a long time and he can’t help but think he could’ve made room for Timmy. They could’ve shared the spot together. As the years went on, he’d have dreams. In them, he’s always calling out for Timmy to come back. To do just that – share the spot. But his cousin never hears him. Or his voice doesn’t come out. Or Timmy is gone before Jakob can even think of calling him back.  

Jakob thinks that clearly a bad actor was involved in Timmy’s death. Otherwise they would’ve found a body if there’d been an accident. It seemed intentional and now that he’s older, he wonders if it had to do with their family more than it did with Timmy. Maybe it could’ve been any of them who disappeared. Any of them who died.  

He doesn’t talk about what happened, but sometimes he’ll still talk about Timmy in passing. Random memories. But he doesn’t talk about that day, or his feelings on it. 

❖ FAMILY DYNAMICS

Felix: His brother and the person he’s closest to. At times, they’re foils of each other, and at others, they’re mirrors. Reflecting back the person they know best. 

Blair: Even though she was older than him, he could tell that his insolent comments as a kid amused her just a bit. Enough to see her lip twitch slightly.

Carmen: He was a little shit but she knew how to handle him. They've had ups and downs but he's stayed somewhat close to her. Even if he got too drunk at her wedding and crashed into the cake. Two years ago he stayed at hers over a weekend and met Michael. It's clear that they’re two people who don’t belong together.

Sabine: He was a little shit to her too, making faces across the dinner table. Sometimes they’d end up in Henry’s study reading with their grandfather, though. 

Angel: He’d tease her growing up but always appreciated that she never gave up on reaching out. She was one of the few people besides Henry and Felix that he’d send postcards too when he was bumping around. 

Lucas: Another cousin he’d tease for being a nerd but someone he respected for his ability to see things others couldn’t. They were close when Timmy was alive and lost touch over the years. 

Rowan: Like another brother. They’re known for getting into explosive fights from the time they were little, but never about anything serious. One of the most memorable fights was whether Superman could be Batman and parents had to pry them apart.

Overall: He’s estranged from most of his cousins and family and now feels conflicted because he knows it probably looks like he’s there for money after not showing up for so long. But it doesn’t matter how things have gone, or the loss that lives in Belle Chêne like a ghost. All that matters is that this place was once home to all of them and maybe, for one month, it can be again.

❖ SECRETS + ANGLES

He tells people they met at a party. Technically true. But the reality is she found him on the rooftop, teetering on the ledge. He’d say he was just drunk, that it meant nothing. But they both know better.

❖ PLOT HOOKS & CONNECTIONS

!!!!!!! THE LIBRARY: The biggest and richest thread. Why did Allegra choose him? Why does he get to decide what stays in the family and who gets what? There’s so much room here to explore memory, responsibility, legacy, and the weight of appearances. Not everyone will agree with his decisions, and some may think he doesn’t deserve the role at all. There’s a lot of room to explore things here esp since Jakob probably doesn’t know where or how to start!!

Partner: He’s the only one who’s come with a partner and so maybe the cousins can either tease him or maybe they can be like why is she here because it’s a family affair not a lover’s retreat lol. It could go a lot of ways depending on what they say and Jakob’s reaction to that.

The Rooftop: Maybe the truth about the rooftop and how he and Ines met comes out (possibly a drunken night) and that could add some drama.

Party boy: Possibly keeps going out every night with Ines to escape the house but it could be that he gets into a fight one night and another cousin has his back (albeit reluctantly). That could open the door for a complicated dynamic or unexpected connection.

Characters who see through the act – Maybe a cousin or outsider who knows when he's spiraling behind the jokes. Someone who doesn't fall for the charm.

A brutal confrontation about Timmy – Maybe someone blames him. Or maybe someone tells him he needs to let go of the guilt. Either way, a scene where the façade cracks.

In general: Jakob trying to do right but fucking it up as the chaotic gremlin, the person who doesn’t know where the line is. The person who runs from responsibility and doesn’t seem to know how to stop.