#deal making

[firey-passion]

Deal Making (Part/Chapter 2)

Shigaraki was going over his corkboard worth of information, he was more specifically going over all the information he currently had on Endeavor. Until suddenly the world goes black and white. Shigaraki looked around quickly, trying to find out what exactly was happening. Did a hero find them and do this? The cause of this quickly revealed himself. 

“Well, it's been a week. When am I actually going to be able to possess your body?” Bill questioned, seeming to be annoyed at how things are going. 

“Oh, hey Bill. Sheesh, warn a guy next time, okay? I was about ready to throw a right hook.” Shigaraki said, leaning against the wall and taking a breath. “Now, when it comes to possessing my body…well, how about right now? I'm honestly just doing busy work; it can put it on hold.” He offered, which seemed to immediately please the demonic triangle. 

“Fantastic!” Bill exclaimed, extending his hand for a handshake. Shigaraki raised an eyebrow. 

“I’m still not really a fan of handshakes.” Shigaraki said teasingly, offering his pinkie in a “pinkie-promise”. Bill didn't complain and accepted the “promise”, pulling Shigaraki out of his body and moving into it. 

Shigaraki looked at himself in this new form. He couldn't help but notice a shade of blue encompassing him, along with the lack of consistent pain. It was actually kinda nice, freeing. Bill, on the other hand, seemed to not be doing well with his side of this agreement. He quickly fell to the ground, gritting his teeth as a way to cope with the immediate all-encompassing pain. 

“What…the hell is this?!?!” Bill asked angrily, Shigaraki noticed that his voice hadn't changed much despite possessing his body (though it did sound as though his throat was a bit sorer). 

“What-” Shigaraki started before stopping, noticing how his voice was suddenly much lower and clear, apparently his body was the cause of his kinda crummy voice, he shook his head and continued on, “What do you mean?”

“Why the HELL can't I use your body properly?!” Bill elaborated, even more pissed that he has to even explain what he meant. 

“Uhm, I don't really know? Might be the chronic pain…” Shigaraki started, somewhat thinking aloud. 

“You have chronic pain?! Why the hell didn't you tell me!?” Bill snapped angrily. 

“I didn't think it would be an issue! I figured that since my body would be used to it by now that you'd be fine.” Shigaraki answered defensively, putting his hands up in a “I surrender” way. 

“Yeah, well, that's clearly not the case now isn't it!!!” Bill continued to snap, causing Shigaraki to roll his eyes. 

“Oh please, it's not that bad. This is just how I feel daily.” Shigaraki said indignantly. 

“Yeah, speaking of, how?!?! This sucks, how the hell could you even get out of bed like this?!” Bill integrated, finally trying to stand up…he wasn't really succeeding. 

“I don't know, I just have been. The pain has kinda faded into the background, for the most part anyway. Some days are worse than others of course but-” Shigaraki started to explain, before being interrupted. 

“THIS COULD BE WORSE!?!?!?!?” Bill practically screeched, causing Shigaraki to cover his ears. 

“Yeah, it could? I haven't even had any recent injuries, not even a stab from Toga.” Shigaraki explained a bit, confused by the reaction. 

“How, the hell, are you alive? How do you even function like this?” Bill asked, finally toning his voice down. 

“I don't know, I just have? I wasn't exactly given many options.” Shigaraki answered bitterly, he always hated those types of questions. He didn't like thinking about how his mind or body worked, all things considered. 

There was a knock on the “door” that got both of their attention. 

“Uh, boss, you okay? Never heard you scream like that before.” Spinner asked on the other side of the door. 

“Uh, y-yeah. I'm fine.” Bill lied, getting an eyebrow raise from Shigaraki. 

“You can't even walk, why would you lie about being okay?” He questioned, a little confused about this decision. 

“Shut. Up.” Bill muttered angrily. 

“I…don't believe you. You don't typically scream unless you have a damn good reason for it. I'm coming in.” Spinner replied, moving the sheet that was acting as a door out of the way. Coming in to see Shigaraki's body on the floor. 

“Uh…why are you on the floor?” Spinner reasonably questioned, very confused. 

“No reason, no reason at all.” Bill muttered bitterly. 

“Is this…is this what's going to happen when Bi- you possess boss's body?” Spinner asked, instantly catching on. 

“What? No, what makes you think I'm possessed?” Bill asked, trying to play it off. Shigaraki got even more confused by this. 

“They, they already know about this part of the agreement. Why are you lying about this?” He questioned. 

“Well for starters,” Spinner started, squatting down to Bill's level, “even on boss’s worst days, he doesn't typically writhe on the floor. He also doesn't have some odd voice echoing effect. And finally, he doesn't have yellow eyes with cat eye slits.” He continued, stating each fact as though it was immovable as the sky itself. Shigaraki couldn't help but laugh at how well Spinner was able to read the situation and how he instantly cornered Bill with all the information. 

“...Okay yeah, it's me. It's Bill.” He conceded, clearly finding that lying would get him absolutely nowhere. 

“Would you like me to pick you up, so you can get to the living area and converse with the other league members?” Spinner offered empathetically. 

“...Yeah, yeah that would be best.” Bill mumbled, really bitter about the situation he's finding himself in. 

Spinner scooped him up into his arms, with Bill instinctively gripping onto his shoulder with the sudden action. 

“Woah, okay! That's something.” Bill said, clearly flummoxed with the situation. 

“Careful!” Shigaraki panicked, focusing on his quirk and what could happen. He was so happy that he was wearing gloves that day. 

“Uh, you good to be moved?” Spinner asked, wanting to make sure that he wouldn't start squirming when he got walking. 

“Yes, I'm fine! Just, not used to being held.” Bill answered, taking a few breaths. 

Spinner went into the living area, with Shigaraki following behind, and set Bill in Shigaraki's body (Billaraki) onto the couch, with Toga having to move to allow this to happen. She went ahead and sat on the table instead, seeming a bit concerned. 

“Is he alright? What happened?” Toga questioned quickly, worried about the situation at hand. 

“He's fine, it's just…well, Bill's possessing his body right now and apparently the chronic pain is really getting to him.” Spinner explained, seeming concerned himself. 

“The pain is enough to get him to collapse like that?” Mr. Compress questioned, seeming confused about how the pain could be this bad. He was currently on the plush chair. 

“Yup, literally collapsed when I possessed this body.” Bill explained, seeming to be rather happy to no longer be on the floor. 

“That's…concerning, to say the least.” Mr. Compress said, “Uhm, on a scale from 1-10 how would you rate your pain?”

“Uh, 7 I guess.” Bill answered, getting an eye roll from Shigaraki. As far as he was concerned it was like, a 3 on most days. “Don't roll your damn eyes at me, your body's shit.” He hissed out, clearly pissed. 

“Can you still see Shigaraki when he, presumably, out of his body?” Kurogiri asked, causing Bill to jump a bit. He wasn't used to Kurogiri's odd ability to just, appear wherever he felt needed. 

“Uh, yeah, I can. He's currently in the mindscape right now, just the realm between the waking and the resting. He's basically a ghost, besides the whole being dead thing.” Bill answered, Shigaraki couldn't help but feel like he was making a few references to things that didn't fully click for him. 

“Honestly, I don't get what your issue is with being in this place. This is great!” Shigaraki said quite happily, floating about as though he didn't have a care in the world. 

“Easy for you to say when your body is absolute trash.” Bill snapped, not appreciating his motives being questioned. 

“Maybe we should start making it a note to try and steal some ibuprofen for the pain?” Mr. Compress suggested, clearly worried about how bad the pain seemed to really be. 

“Wait, hang on, no! Pharmacies have decent security, there's no way we wouldn't be caught quickly!” Shigaraki panicked, not wanting to take unnecessary risks. 

“Yeah, not that great being in the mindscape now is it!” Bill laughed, giving a grin to finally cause some stress here. 

“Let me guess, boss is objecting to us getting him pain meds?” Spinner asked, getting a nod from Bill, “Yeah, that sounds about right for him. He's always so damn stubborn about being fine even when he clearly isn't.”

“Shiggs, listen, if you get pain meds, you'll be able to function better because your body isn't screaming at you.” Toga explained, hoping that Shigaraki would listen to reason. He just mumbled angrily, knowing that Toga was right but still not wanting to take such a massive risk for something that was “unneeded”. 

“Plus, I am one of the best thieves! It'll be fine, we'll get enough to last us long enough that we won't need to return in months.” Mr. Compress reassured. Shigaraki sighed and conceded defeat about this, not like he could communicate his objections right now anyway. 

“In the meantime I'll go ahead and make some tea, in the past it seemed to help. I am unaware if this will work here, but it's worth a try.” Kurogiri stated, heading towards the area that they designated as a “kitchen” (it had a few pots, pans, kettles, and some ingredients for cooking, it had a little device that uses gas to make a controlled fire). 

“Soooooooooo…what's it like possessing someone else's body?” Toga asked, clearly excited. 

“It's…interesting. I tend to get all the downsides of their body and their mind, if that isn't clear with my current condition. Most of the time it is negligible but…well, as you can see, not this damn time.” Bill explained, not going for his typical inflection. Apparently being in pain can suck a lot of energy out of you, who would've thought? 

“Well that's rather neat! Gives us a better idea of how illnesses and disabilities that tie into the mind really works. What's your body count? In possession of cour- well…you can share kill count as well if you want!” Toga asked, keeping the conversation going. 

“Hm, well, that's a rather large count. First there was the shaman, he got antsy when seeing how my pals like to party. Exact order gets fuzzy but there was a pharaoh, someone attached to the Aztecs, the easter island statue people, there was a dark warlock, he actually succeeded in fulfilling his end of the deal, but he did it to trap me in some orb! Sooooo, I possessed his phoenix and burned the castle to the ground for the betrayal! Spent some time around Europe and trying to make deals with Vikings and royals. Wasn't able to succeed often though. I possessed some goats to convince those accused of witchcraft to really have that fun! After all, if they were going to suffer either way, might as well have some fun and really do the thing!” At this, Bill let out a manic laugh, with Toga nodding along. 

“Makes sense. Similar boat really. If everyone was going to see me as a monster, I might as well be one!” She cracked, let out a laugh of her own. 

“Any-who, I went on to make deals with the founding fathers of America. They didn't really like my first draft of their silly constitution. I possessed a corpse for a while and started a cult with that one! Then I moved on to animators, musicians, computer scientists, and a mini sculpture. None of those worked out how I planned, an unfortunate reality with working with humans. There was…Sixer…” Bill became quiet for a bit, staring off before coming back to reality and continued on, “He was quite the subject, really! He was absolutely fascinated with me, and why wouldn't he be? I am incredible!” He said with a confident laugh, while Toga tilted her head to examine that statement mentally. 

“There was Pine Tree, he was desperate to get some information and I offered him a deal! He didn't seem too pleased with how things turned out, I told him I wanted a puppet, it's not my fault he didn't ask which until the deal was made! And finally there's Shigaraki, and here we are. So, while not exactly a count, I don't think I can legitimately count the amount of people I've possessed and bargained with! I can't even list everything going on with my kills, there are just far too many!” Bill finished, seeming rather pleased with this. Spinner looked at him with an eyebrow raise. 

“How long have you been at this whole…murder, thing.” He asked, wishing to know just the amount of experience this demon had. 

“Eh, a thousand years give or take.” Bill said with a hand wave, Shigaraki let out an impressed whistle at that. It was always good to have someone so experienced on your side, until they get too arrogant and you have to kill them. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're old and powerful, great job.” Toga said dismissively, causing Bill to sputter a little bit, “Tell me more about this ‘Sixer’ character.” She said while leaning in, clearly invested in what this meant. 

Shigaraki quickly clocked what Toga was thinking and started wondering about it himself. With everyone else he was content to give a descriptor or an insult and move on to the next person. Whoever Sixer was important enough to Bill to pause and think, he was also the only one that he gave even the slightest hint of a compliment in all this. Just who was this guy and how was he important? 

“Well, what is there to say really? We had a great thing going with our deal! I'd be his muse, his star, his everything, and in return he'd build the portal needed to get me and my henchmaniacs out of the nightmare realm! He was both a genius and an idiot, with only a genius being able to figure out how to get the portal right and only an idiot would fall for all my flattery hook-line-and sinker! He sadly got cold feet when his science buddy saw something he shouldn't have and started trying to get out of fulfilling his end of things. Shame, it could've been great if he wasn't chicken shit.” Bill elaborated, Toga nodding along with a grin on his face. Mr. Compress seemed to catch onto the same thing Toga did halfway through the explanation, with Spinner and Shigaraki being the only ones out of the loop. 

“So, you'd say that you and this ‘Sixer’ had a…special bond with each other?” Mr. Compress asked, leaning in as well. 

“I mean, any bond with me would be special! But yes, I suppose you could call it that.” Bill answered, he seemed to be adjusting to the pain. At least well enough to sit up now and not take up the whole coach. 

Kurogiri came back with the tea and set it down on the table near the Bill possessed body, going to stand by the couch to keep an eye on him. 

“Please do be careful, it is hot.” He said in the polite manner he takes up with everyone, or at least everyone who isn't an enemy. 

Bill took the cup of tea up to the mouth of the body, while normally he'd play the ‘not knowing how the human body worked’ bit but considering the parameters of their deal he figured potentially causing a bunch of panic in these flesh bags for a laugh would not be a wise decision. He found that, surprisingly, the tea actually did make him feel better. How the heck does tea do that? Whatever, it's not important. Dabi entered the room, pulling tinfoil out of his hair and the smell of hair dye filling the room.

“Yo, what's up?” He asked, leaning against the back of the coach. 

“Oh hey Dabi! Bill's currently possessing Shiggy's body and we're talking about his ex!” Toga answered with a giggle, causing Bill to choke on his tea. 

“Careful, rather not have my body expire out of something as silly as surprise.” Shigaraki chuckled, getting the stink eye from Bill. 

“I'm sorry, what?! Sixer is not my ex!” Bill snapped angrily, turning a bit red. It was unclear if it was from lack of breath, embarrassment, or rage. 

“Ohohoh Bill…don't try lying to me.” Toga said, starting off with a chuckle before switching to intimidatingly serious. Bill was rather reasonably stunned by this, it's not every day that someone can even slightly see through him after all. 

“Yeah…Toga's pretty good at reading people, it's kinda useful if not a little creepy.” Shigaraki explained with a shrug. Billaraki set his head in his hands and let out a breath of frustration, rather annoyed at being confronted with the…complicated, nature of his relationship with Sixer. 

“I suppose one could call him my ex.” He conceded, not really wanting to give the situation too much thought. This was enough to cause Toga to grin again, going back to being rather joyful. 

“There we go! Hopefully you won't try to lie to me again about these types of things, I'm very good at telling!” She said in an extremely chipper tone. 

“So, how often do you think you'll be doing all this?” Dabi asked. 

Bill hadn't really thought about that, he also figured that Shigaraki didn't either since they didn't talk about it. Guess they had to figure this out now. 

“Eh, once a week should be good. Every other week if we're dealing with busy work.” Shigaraki offered, acting as though he didn't need to put much thought into it. 

“Okay then, once a week apparently.” Bill echoed, since he was the only one who could hear Shigaraki at the moment. 

“That should be fine. Nothing should come up that could cause that to be an issue.” Kurogiri stated. 

“Though if every time you do possess his body, you're going to be screeching like that, I think I'd rather you not possess him at all.” Dabi laughed. 

“Hahahahaha, shut up.” Bill snapped bitterly, finishing his tea and setting the cup on the table. 

“Yeah, yeah. Heard that one before.” Dabi laughed again, rustling Billaraki's hair and then walking off to do his own thing. Bill had to heavily suppress the urge to uppercut. 

“Don't mind him, he's like that with everyone.” Spinner offered, though he doubted that it gave any comfort. 

“Well, except with me.” Mr. Compress bragged, coming off a bit smug but he was primarily just happy. 

“Yeah, yeah. We know, you're the exception.” Toga said with an eye roll. 

Bill sighed and laid back down, finding himself being tired for the first time in a rather long time. Considering the sudden burst of pain, dealing with social interaction, and being read easily for once made everything seem so damn exhausting. Shigaraki looked over at him. 

“Yeah, the league can be exhausting sometimes. That's not even mentioning the sudden spike of pain that you're dealing with now. Maybe we should use the mindscape thingy you have access to give you some practice rounds while interacting with them. I know them well enough to create a project of them in my mind, probably.” Shigaraki offered, hoping to have things go better next time. 

Billaraki just nodded to give his blessing, too tired to deal with much else today. This certainly seems like it was going to be much more difficult than he originally thought.

(Author's Note: Hello again! Finished this fic yesterday but needed some rest before posting it so here it is! I do hope that y'all enjoyed the fic! If you did, go ahead and check out my AO3 account to see more of my writing.)

(Part 1)

[floral-moon-light]

Ok, this is more theory craft that has been on my mind for a bit for random reasons.

If you have no interest in Hazbin Hotel, I suggest you leave this be; if you do, join me as I ask: could Alastor's dealmaker be a SIN or a hellborn?

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So, lets get down to business, most people will agree that Alastor likely came to the hotel because of his deal either to:

Stop the hotel from succeeding

Provide suport for the hotel

Keep Charlie happy

Suport Charlie

Keep Charlie safe and alive

Dissuade Charlie of her dreams

Dissuade sinners from joining the hotel

Or some combination of all of the above

As of now, we assume Alastor's deal has something to do with his seven-year disappearance from Pride. Considering Vox and his apparent obsession with Alastor and keeping an eye on him, we are assuming Alastor must not have been in Pride for the seven years he was missing.

That and with the show's and hotel's straightforward plots relating to heaven and redemption, the theory community of Hazbin points to Alastor's deal maker having to be someone with clear connections to Heaven because the only way Alastor would have been able to escape Vox's eye would be for him to have been in heaven for those seven years, and as such the leading contenders for his deal maker would have been Sera or Lilith since they are the most prominent figures that could have any of the deal reasonings apply to them.

However, there is another place i believe Alastor could have been that escapes Vox's eyes. And that, is the lower rings of Hell.

If you watch Hell of a Boss, you will notice that the lower rings do not use Voxtech items, and we do not know for now if Vox can connect to items that do not either have software he has produced or hardware he has made. So, that would mean the lower rings of hell could be a potential blind spot for Vox and a potential place Alastor could have been for his seven year absence.

"but wait," you say, "Sinners can't go into the lower rings of Hell!"

Very true! But, has it ever been explained WHY they can't go to the lower rings?

As far as I have been able to find, no. But, most theories posit that some magic prevents them from going down. But, as we have been able to see in the show, all magic seems to has some counterbalance, for example while a deal makes a soul a slave to a master it can not take up all the slave's time and the mastor can not control what the thrall does outside that time or what the thrall thinks or says unless it is part of the deal.

As such, what if there was magic that could give a sinner permision to leave PRIDE.

It would have to be someone with stronger power then that of any sinner or overlord, and the only ones higher on hell's higherarchy then sinners that could achieve this goal are the Ars Goetia, or The Seven Deadly Sins. This is considering Lilith is in heaven, Charlie never met Alastor till he showed up, and Lucifer didn't even leave his castel for ages even before the seven year time Lilith was missing till his call with Charlie.

While a Goetia forming a deal with a Sinner is just as possible, considering their views of anyone lower on the hierarchy than them, and Alastor's deal likely has something to do with giving him power, I don't think a Goetia would have likely sullied themselves with a sinner much less bring them to a lower ring.

So, it likely would had to have been a SIN.

But why?

Well, part of hell's power comes from sinners and their power flowing through hell, if I had to guess, so keeping sinners in hell would be a high priority, and a place like a hotel that could potentially remove that power source would be a massive problem for the Sins. So, having someone innocuously keep an eye on the hotel and keep it for succeeding would be necessary. And who better than a sinner and one that could scare off prospective sinners like an overlord?

On another side of the scale, most people believe that the Sins are Charlie's Aunts and Uncles, so a lot of them could potentially want to support Charlie's dream or keep her safe, even if they can't do it directly (either because of Lucifer or another reason). So, who better to do it than one of the few high-level sinners with a moral code? It would probably just take a bit of convincing; nothing a few years of stealing them away to a lower ring couldn't fix.

As for Sin, I can't say; I suspect not Mammon because he seems too lost in his sin to care about the hotel, but I can't put anything on his care for the family. Ozzie does not seem the type to sabotage, so if it were him, I would suspect more care than anything. Bee's personality makes me think care would be more likely than wanting to sabotage the hotel. I've heard Satan is a more traditionalist when it comes to the sins to sabotage would be possible. Still, I can't say anything about his family care (though if we use Vivzi's other works as a guide, I suspect Satan would not be a supporter but possibly a protector of Charlie herself). Leviathan and Belphagore are a complete mystery.

There is one last option for who the deal maker could be that I have to mention, and that is the Von Eldrich family (I can't identify which member specifically). We know they have an antagonistic relationship with Charlie, and at least the children could want Charlie's idea to fail. And they have to be a reasonably strong family to have portraits with the royal family if we use previous art as an indicator. Plus, they will likely be powerful enough to pull off the "allowing a sinner into a lower ring" potential. Also, the color palette when we see Alastor covered in strings relating to the von Eldrich family color palette does line up surprisingly well, and their looks could relate to their powers being something like the Lovecraftian horror we see Alastor using.

For now, this is just a theory. And I hope it inspires some writing and drawing. If it does, please link me.

[stormynightstorytime]

Why hello there weary travellers,

what an honor it is to have you stop by my humble island. My name is Rosemary, however you might have already heard.

Rumors are such fast things aren't they? Not that I mind ufufufufu.

Why not make your stay worth a while? Ask me something and let's talk, let's play, let's... *eyes glow green and hair glows red* make a deal.

*clears throat and returns to her normal voice* well then? What are you waiting for? You wouldn't keep a lady bored would you?

[scenecipriano]

Time Stands Still (3)

Chapter 2: A Deal to Die For

TW: Swearing

OC: Astaroth- Demon of Space and Time (Feel free to ask about them!)

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The day of the Overlord meeting couldn’t have come at a better time, Vox agreed with Val that Velvette should be the one to represent them, but that didn’t mean Vox wasn’t going to keep an eye on things from a distance. He just needs to wait for the right time to make his entrance, all he wanted was to speak to Carmilla and Zestiel. 

The two Overlords have been in hell for years, some even speculate that Zestiel has been here from the beginning. Vox doubts that, yes, the man has been here a long time but not from the beginning of time. 

Vox can’t but grimace when Velvette starts her song, he told her before she left to try and keep a cool head. When the angel’s head came into play though Vox knew just who killed it. It was obvious, the shock and fear in Carmilla’s face gave it away quickly. 

“I guess with this revelation we can’t blame the princess for heaven’s ire against us,” Vox mutters as he watches the Overlords leave the room. He notices how Alastor stops mid stride and bends at the waist. 

“Follow them and report back to me what they say, will you?” 

Vox zooms in to get away from the static that Alastor’s presence brings whenever the demon is on camera. One of Pentious’s eggs salutes before waddling into the room that Zestiel and Carmilla went into. 

He curses silently, now he has to wait for that little parasite to get out of the way. He can’t take the chance of Alastor figuring out his plans, he was so close to possibly finding another way to get rid of the asshole he wasn’t about to let an undeveloped chicken fetus ruin that for him. 

It wasn’t long before the little egg demon stumbled out of the room, frantically going back to the elevator. Once the coast is clear, Vox takes his chance by zapping into the meeting room. 

“My, what a pleasure to have yet another V in my home.” 

He spins around when he hears Carmilla hiss at him, her angel reinforce slippers lighting up as she prepares for an attack. 

“Whoa whoa! I come in peace–I just need to speak to you both and I couldn’t do that around the others.” 

“I believe thou is referring to Alastor,” Zestiel replies. 

Vox glares at the older Overlord, “Sure–Listen, I’m sure I’m not the only one that was glad to see that prick gone for the last seven years.” 

Carmilla hums. 

“No, no I think you’re the only one who cares. He disappeared, so what? He’s back now, so what’s the big deal?” 

Vox groans and drags his hands down his screen, of course he was the only who cared because he minus Valentino is the only one who knows why the fucker disappeared. 

“Look this isn’t because of some petty rivalry–” Vox starts. 

“Are you sure? Because you two have been at this for years, we all heard his broadcast. It's understandable if you’re scared of his resurgence.” 

“It’s not because of that! Fuck look would you just–” 

“Thou art the reason he disappeared, hm?” Zestiel interrupts. 

That comment now captures Carmilla’s attention, she looks between him and Vox. The tv demon avoids looking at the older Overlords, hearing it said aloud from another person cements just how bad his situation is. 

“He was going to kill me, Valentino bought me one of your guns, Carmilla and I used it. I thought the fucker was dead but he’s not and now he’s going to try to tear down what me and the other V’s have built for the last couple of years.” 

The three Overlords stand in silence for a second before it’s broken by Carmilla’s laughter. 

“So, let me get this straight–You’re scared that the Radio Demon is going to get his revenge on you? Now how do you think coming to us is going to help you and your doomed existence?” 

Vox grits his teeth, he can feel sparks flying from his head. How dare this bitch just mock him? Without thinking, Vox sends his cables out to attack Carmilla only for them to be blocked by Zestiel himself. 

“Temper now,” Zestiel warns as he glares at Vox. 

“I don’t want your help, I just wanted to ask you for something. That asshole has the literal Princess of hell on his side, I want a one up on him, I want to fucking erase his whole existence from this place. Picture it,” Vox smirks as he retracts his cables, “Without Alastor you two could have the friends you lost back. With him gone none of the previous Overlords would have disappeared.” 

Both Zestiel and Carmilla look at each other, Vox can’t tell if the two of them are mocking him or actually considering his idea. 

“What exactly are you wanting to do, Vox?” Carmilla asks. 

“This place is full of powerful fucks, I want someone to send me back before that fucker died, if I can go back to the time before he sinned I can stop him from coming down here and fucking shit up for everyone.” 

The room goes quiet once more, now that Vox has said his plan aloud it seems redundant. There are some powerful demons in hell but thinking there may be someone strong enough to allow him to mess up a sinner's entire past? He waits for their laughter, but it never comes. Instead they share a look of concern and of knowledge. 

“Wouldn’t the other two be able to help you defend against him?” Carmilla asks. 

“No–While they don’t care about him, he’s not a threat to them. Why are you suggesting this? Do you two know someone?” 

They shared another look, it looked to Vox that they were having a silent argument with each other. It was clear to him that Carmilla was winning the argument, Zestiel yields when he heaves a sigh. 

“Yes, we know of one, but they’re not very fond of us Overlords,” Zestiel says as he faces Vox. 

“Who is it?” 

“Their name is Astaroth, they are part of the Hell Hierarchy. They fell around the same time as Lucifer himself, it was them and the king and queen before the sins came to be,” Carmilla bites her lip, “They are able to control time and space, it’s said they used to be an angel of death before their fall. So, when sinners come here they go through Astaroth first.” 

The name doesn’t remotely ring a bell to Vox’s memory, not even to his back up memory. How can a demon who is apparently part of Lucifer’s royal family go undetected by him?

“Astaroth used to be well attuned with the politics of Hell, but when Lucifer and Lilith had their daughter everything went wild. Sinners were making deals and stealing other’s souls…” 

“They disapprove of our very existence, and believe that sinners have no right to be as powerful as the Hierarchy,” Zestiel finishes. 

What did Overlords ever do this fucker? Being in hell is all about who can get the most power and territory. Sinners are here for a damn reason after all! If the fucker wanted happy go lucky get along session then they should have kept their ass in heaven. 

“Well, how can I find this guy? I get it he hates fucking Overlords cause they’re scared we’ll overthrow them and the other three, but I am not working towards that. I just want them to help me get rid of fucking Alastor.” 

Carmilla and Zestiel share one last look. 

“If that is what you wish…”

When Vox steps inside the first available elevator he thinks back to what Zestiel had told him. 

“When going to see Astaroth thou must enter a certain sequence of numbers. The numbers are 3215.” 

“Why that number? I was expecting a bunch of six’s,” Vox questioned. 

“That number stands for the evil trinity you idiot,” Carmilla huffed, “321, Astaroth, Lucifer, and Beezlebub; the number five is for the five points of a pentagram.”

He still thought that the number was stupid, if he were to do something like that he would have done something cooler, like 1111 or some shit. Vox huffs and presses the numbers in the order he was told, he expected the elevator to act as normal, not plunge him into total darkness and drop down as if it was a faulty amusement park ride. 

The thing stops before he even gets a chance to scream, not that he would admit that to anyone, not even the other V’s. The elevator dings and the doors slowly slide open, a dark void is the only thing Vox can see. He hesitantly takes a step forward, not expecting his foot to land on a solid floor. When he’s fully out of the elevator he doesn’t get a chance to rethink his plan as the doors slide shut, disappearing in the inky walls of the void. 

“Okay, maybe I don’t want Alastor gone this bad,” Vox laughs nervously as he looks around. Even the light from his screen wasn’t penetrating this vast expanse of darkness. 

“I believe I want you gone, sinner.” 

The sound of a deep voice echoes all around him, Vox does a three sixty, trying to figure out where exactly the voice came from. 

“Ah, I know you. Vox the TV Overlord, your name when you were alive was Victor Broz  and you died it appears in the late 80s… Cause of death suicide via electrocution. Quite a fitting demonic form for how you perished I suppose.” 

The sound of a feminine voice sends Vox for a loop, was there more than one being here? 

“How the fuck–” 

“Do I know this? Easy, I am Astaroth and I keep copies and memories from each sinner as they pass through. Now, you’ve exactly ten seconds to tell me why you’re here before I make your stay in hell become exactly as it’s supposed to be.” 

Vox wasn’t sure what that meant, but he wasn’t going to wait and possibly find out. 

“I want your help to get rid of another Overlord,” he blurts. 

The sound of two different laughs echo around the void, Vox hates the chill that runs down his spine. Carmilla and Zestiel never said that Astaroth was two people, how the fuck was he supposed to convince two demons to help him? 

“Isn’t the point of gaining this power is that you beasts tear each other apart?” It was the feminine voice again. 

“Yes-but this Overlord is…look I know you don’t fucking get into this politic shit anymore, but I’m pretty sure even a hermit like you has heard of the Radio Demon.” 

A shout of fear managed to slip from Vox’s mouth as he hoisted into the air, a pair of clawed hands gripping the front of his suit. He looks up and sees a pair of gold and emerald eyes, a male face staring right through his screen. Shark-like teeth barred aggressively at him as the demon before him lets out a low growl. 

“This is the thing about you filthy, Overlords,” Astaroth snarls, “You act as if you can speak to your superiors as you please, well guess what I am not Lucifer or his little naive daughter. You speak to me with some respect or I will give you the hell and damnation you deserve, do I make myself clear?” 

Vox gulps before nodding his head frantically, he yelps when Astaroth drops him as if he were a rag doll. He watches in awe and fear as Astaroth’s appearance changes from man to woman. 

“Oh, don’t be so shocked. Genderfluid is a thing after all, now what is your reasoning for wanting to get rid of Alastor Arceneaux?” 

Vox blinks before shaking his head, “I- okay look sir-..er ma’m? Jeez just look, he and I had a spat a few years back and I almost killed him, but now he’s back. He’s got Lucifer’s daughter under his wing and I am not about to go up against him when he’s got hell royalty on his side.” 

Astaroth takes on a bored look as their gender goes back to that of a male, they raise an eyebrow, silently telling Vox to continue. 

“Oh for heaven's sake! Zestiel told me you can control time and I want you to send me back to before that prick died or even sinned so I can stop him from coming here in the first place!” 

Vox waits for another reprimanding for raising his tone at the older demon, but it never comes. Instead he gets the same double laugh as if another person besides them was in the darkness.

“You want to change someone’s entire past?” Astaroth asks. 

“Y-Yes? Oh don’t tell me it’s not possible-” 

“Oh, it is, why I’ve done it a few times for souls sent here for the wrong reasons…being a former angel of death has its perks, but considering Alastor is here for a good reason I don’t see this little plan of yours working well within your favor.” 

Vox frowns, now it was his turn to be annoyed. 

“If that fucker isn’t here then that’s all the favor I need. Now are you going to help me or not?” 

Astaroth smirks as their appearance changes again, long black flowing hair dances around their shoulders as they ponder on the idea. 

“I’ll offer you my assistance…but I require a deal. That’s something you Overlords love to partake in, correct?” 

Vox didn’t like the sound of this, “My soul is not for sell-”

“Oh, not your soul, I’ve seen that before and it’s tainted, no I have something else in mind, but I shall keep the details to myself. If your little plan comes to fruition then consider our deal null and void-” 

“Okay deal!” Vox interrupts.

“But if it turns out to be a problem as I foresee then you must return to me to know the details of what I want you to do.” 

Vox groans, of course a centuries old demon was going to be cryptic as hell. He knows Astaroth is giving him the chance to turn back, to forget the idea of just getting rid of Alastor, but he’s desperate. 

“It’s a deal-If I don’t return to you after my plan then it’s null and void but if I do then I will do whatever is you want me to do,” Vox replies as he holds his hand out. 

Astaroth grins and takes the sinner's hand. 

“Good luck, Victor.” 

A bright light blinds Vox, a scream leaving him as he feels the void twisting him inside and out. 

A deal truly worth dying for. 

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TAGLIST: @justakidicarus

[wukongfeetpics]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[chloesimaginationthings]

The fall of MCM and the rise of Fazbear entertainment..

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[jhsharman]

"Date Fate" "Date Bait"

Veronica is not in this first scene in the Little Archie version, which is more violent than the initial version.

And Archie asks Betty where she got her bracelet, done can go get Veronica one.

The story (both) ends with Betty knocking Jughead senselsss, so I guess we have more complications for the dynamics on Archie and Betty than on Jughead and Betty.

plate of hamburgers, tray of sundaes.

From here, the two Jugheads game multiple calls to the two Archies in front of the two Veronicas from multiple boys. And here is the weird plot point.

Newspapers run much stories? School newspaper? Town newspaper? Plot complication of sorts in that now Archie thinks Betty is off the market when he wanted to ask her out this weekend , and the two Jugheads are able to grab an extra dollar or hamburger from the two Archies, but things a bit a head as the parents read the news article that their daughter is running off with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. Again -- is that in the public interest?

The dropping of "boy friend" is interesting -- some supposing of elementary school relationships?

I guess they decided Little Jughead should own multiple color shirts.

[redstonedust]

i appreciate the attempts a lot of game devs are making with gender neutral character creation, and i appreciate that it's actually a very difficult task to implement that depending on the game's base code. but it's so funny to me when you hear an uproar because some game has "entirely removed the gender option from character creation!!!!!" so you go to check it out and its just like

[firey-passion]

Deal Making (Part/Chapter 1)

Shigaraki ran through the woods as fast as he could, each muscle that goes into such a thing pounding away with pain scattering across his body. He was so damn careful, he was sure that he wouldn't get caught at the supply run for some food with sustenance but things just had to go down hill! First there were three different hero groups patrolling the area, then he found that one of them had the current number one hero, and finally he got spotted by said number one hero and chased into the woods. Good news was that it was pretty easy to spot where he was due to the fire and he was clearly gaining some space between the two. Apparently being a six foot tall giant did not give way for being partially nimble, which was what was needed more in the woods. Once far enough away Shigaraki ducked behind a tree to hide, doing his best to slow his breath down to not give his position away. Endeavor eventually caught up but wasn't able to see him. 

“Where the hell did he go?!” He nearly shouted, fire burning brighter than it was before in his rage. 

“Relax Endeavor, it's not like he could get that far away.” Hawks pointed out. 

Shigaraki was mentally glad that he tried to fly through the woods instead of running since his wingspan slowed him down a bit, he was also glad that Mirko stayed behind to see if there were any other villains around. There likely wasn't but if they were they weren't a part of the LOV so it didn't matter to him. He finally took in his surroundings a bit more and noticed something a bit odd. In front of him was a black book with a red triangle man on it. 

Shigaraki reached out and picked up the book and looked more clearly at it. It wasn't really anything of note, other than the fact that it appeared to just have been abandoned in the woods. He sat there waiting for about half an hour before Endeavor and Hawks decided that Shigaraki had double backed and was back at the store so they ran back. He waited another few minutes before leaving his hiding place and taking a different route to get back to the League's hideout, deciding to bring the book with him. It may not be very useful exactly but it would be interesting at the very least. At least this run wasn't a total bust, he got enough supplies to last them for a few days and he got an interesting book. 

When he got back to the league he set the supplies that he was able to get his hands on at the table that they got their hands on from someone throwing it out. The table had stains, scratches, and a leg that had been broken (they used a few bricks to keep the table up). Shigaraki went back to staring at the book a bit trying to figure out why someone would try and get rid of it. 

“Hey Shigs! Glad you're back, whatcha got?” Toga asked, coming into the room and taking a seat on the plush chair they'd gotten alongside the table. It had a few holes and tears in it, with it also missing a leg that they worked through with a random book none of them read. 

“I got some canned food and microwavables, plus some fruits and vegetables we'll have to eat quickly to make sure they don't go bad. I unfortunately wasn't able to get my hands on much, got chased by the number one hero and his buddy.” Shigaraki explained, not looking up from his examination. 

“A-huh, and what's up with the book?” Dabi asked, leaning over his shoulder and looking at the odd book. 

“Unsure, I found it in the woods. It looked like it was just abandoned there.” Shigaraki explained, nudging Dabi away from him. 

“Oooooo, mysterious!” Toga exclaimed with a giggle, seeming to be rather excited about the potential from the strange book. 

Dabi let out a laugh and backed up a bit, “Pretty weird that you decided to grab a random book you found, for all you know it was there for a reason.”

“Yeah, and a good chunk of our furniture was probably thrown away for a reason and yet we're still using it.” Shigaraki replied with an eye roll. 

Dabi let out another laugh and he jumped onto the couch and started lounging, which was another item they grabbed on trash day. It was absolutely covered in stains and holes that had fluff sticking out of it. Shigaraki couldn't help but think about how he was proving his point. 

“Are you sure it was a good idea to take the book though? I mean, you got no context on why it was left in the woods instead of just thrown away.” Spinner pointed out, feeling a bit nervous about the risk that was potentially brought into the hideout. 

“Oh don't be such a worry wart Spinner! I'm sure that it'll be fine, it's not like he answered the question of some lady with a face mask on!” Toga said with a giggle. 

“If you say so…” Spinner said awkwardly, clearly not fully believing it. 

Shigaraki decided to head into his ‘room’ with the book in order to take a close look, he'd rather not be annoyed by the league while trying to understand things. His room was less of an actual room and more like a box. He had a bed in the corner that was absolutely covered in stains from being thrown out and was worn-out through years of use from the previous owners, a desk that was a patchwork of different types of wood that he used to keep his electrics (laptop and Nintendo devices), and a pin board on the wall that he used to keep all the information he found important in order. He had two piles of clothes off to the side of his room, one full of clothes he needed to get clean and the other were good to be worn for longer. He took off his jacket and tossed it into his “can still be worn” pile and toed off his shoes and socks, he took a seat on his bed and opened the book to see what was in its pages. 

He got hit with the ramblings from someone named “Stanford Pines”, he went on about how he believed some guy named “Bill” was dead, how he had checked his brothers mind and some statue to see if he could possibly come back, how he had gotten rid of all momentums of him (including all one dollar bills), how he he had found this book and tried to get rid of it but it kept coming back, how the book had some odd properties (such as changing itself based off the reader), and pleading to not read the book and to not trust it's contents. Shigaraki thought for a moment, if this was true then this could be a rather big risk with unknown reward. He decided to continue on just to see what would happen, finding a page about ‘summoning Bill Cipher’. He thought a little bit more about what he should do before going for it; he opted not to put his name in the book though. He put his hand on the right page, took a deep breath, and said “time to get weird”, and turned the page. 

He didn't know what he expected, but what he found was definitely odd. The words weren't coming into view properly, some sentences started and ended abruptly, everything seemed to be trying to put itself together in a way that would be interesting but it didn't know what to do; he silently wondered if wearing the gloves messed with the book. He decided that he was just tired and that's why things weren't looking right so he set the book to the side, keeping it open so as to not have to reopen it in the morning, and went to sleep. 

Shigaraki “awoke” to a black void with some transparent blue objects floating about, he could tell rather easily that he wasn't really awake because he wasn't in pain like he normally was. He looked around the area to try and understand what was happening and saw a rather stylish yellow triangle with a few cracks in his body. He didn't seem to exactly seem to be paying attention, more so mumbling to himself. 

“What is with this guy, why is his mind so damn jumbled, I can't believe out of everyone who found my book it had to be someone whose thoughts are moving so fast.” The triangle mumbled to himself. 

“Uh, hello? Where the hell am I?” Shigaraki questioned, already mentally prepared for a fight. 

The triangle seemed to have snapped out of whatever angry thoughts he was dealing with and quickly seemed to pipe up to give some sort of speech or something. 

“Why hello there! I'm Bill Cipher, great to meet you Shigaraki! As for where you are, you're in the dreamscape, in other words my playground!” The triangle man exclaimed, seeming to intentionally making himself over the top. 

“Huh, so you're the guy that he was trying to warn me about.” Shigaraki said dismissively. The mention of “he” caused Bill to immediately scowl. 

“Yeah, yeah. That would be me. Clearly it didn't work if you summoned me!” Bill continued, trying to push past the warnings that were given. 

“I suppose not. So, what's your deal?” Shigaraki questioned. 

“Well whatever do you mean?” Bill asked, trying to play dumb. 

“What, do you, want? I know that no one’s that upbeat when meeting you unless they want something, so what is it?” Shigaraki pushed, not willing to sit through the pleasantries that commonly came with social interaction. 

“Well it's simple really! I want to regain my physical form and bring some fun to your boring world!” Bill explained, clearly holding some details back. 

“And by “fun” you mean “chaos”.” Shigaraki pointed out nonchalantly. 

“Well aren't you a smart one, yes that would be the case. But it won't be that big of a deal! You'll be fine in all the mayhem as long as you help me out! You'll be on top of the world, ruler of everything, be the one in control!” Bill exclaimed, clearly trying to tempt him into some type of deal. 

“I don't really want any of that, it's not like I would know what to do with myself anyway.” Shigaraki replied, getting Bill to clearly panic a bit. 

“Well that's fine as I can give you anything! Fame, money, knowledge, power, absolutely anything!” Bill continued to try and tempt, which Shigaraki found amusing. 

“Well I don't want fame, I absolutely hate people so people acting as though they know me would piss me off. Money would be useful but it's not like I can buy things normally, difficult to forget this face after all, plus I could always just do what I do already which is steal. I’m already tired all the damn time so having more knowledge would just be more exhausting. And when it comes to power, anything you could offer me I could gain on my own with enough time.” Shigaraki replied with a smirk, he was enjoying making this guy sweat a bit. 

“Then what do you want?!” Bill questioned angrily, clearly getting pissed about how his normal tempting tactics weren't working. He was quite literally turning red with. 

Shigaraki thought for a few minutes. He never really thought about what he wants, like at all. His destiny was set in stone after all, what he wanted never really mattered. But his teammates? Their destinies were flexible, they could still do so much when it comes to their “carries” in villainy. So while he didn't want anything, he was certain that his team would want more out of this than he ever has. It clicked in his mind what he “wanted” out of a deal with Bill. 

“How about this? If you can play nice and be a team player when it comes to my team then I'll help you regain that physical form of yours, with the caveat of you fulfilling your end first of course.” Shigaraki explained. 

“Deal!” Bill exclaimed, seeming to not think to ask follow up questions, and extending a hand engulfed in blue flames for a hand shake. Shigaraki thought for a second. 

“Sorry, I don't really do handshakes, personal hang ups, will this work?” He asked as he offered his pinkie in the same manner one would for a pinkie promise, it was a little embarrassing to have to do something so childish but with him handshakes could be deadly. 

“Yep, yep! That'll work!” Bill exclaimed, taking Shigaraki's pinkie finger to seal the deal. 

“Fantastic.” Shigaraki said with a grin, happy to see things going his way for once in life. 

“So who are your teammates anyway?” Bill finally asked, clearly not prepared for the answer. 

“Well there's Spinner, who is my favorite. Hurt him and I will find a way to kill you a second time. That may sound like a joke but it isn't, I will actually kill you. Then there's Dabi, he’s an absolute prick. As long as you know how to stand your ground in a verbal sparring match things will work out just fine. There's Kurogiri, my other favorite. Can't imagine what you can do to piss him off. There's also Mr. Compress, a rather respectable fellow. Only downside is that he'll steal your stuff just to prove that he can, personally I let him get away with it because it annoys Toga. Speaking of Toga, she's rather insane and obsessive. She'll stab you just for some blood but she's good enough at what she does that she won't hit an artery, though that doesn't really hurt as much as her emotionally dissecting you. And finally there's Twice, the embodiment of being incapable of making up his mind. He's incredibly confusing to be around but once you figure him out he's actually rather pleasant to be around.” Shigaraki explained, counting up on his fingers as he explained each league member. Meanwhile Bill just stared off, as if it's just now setting in how difficult this will be. 

“Okay, okay. I can work with this! I've dealt with much weirder and much more fucked up!” Bill said, Shigaraki was pretty sure that he was half lying to himself. 

“Whatever you say pal.” Shigaraki said with a smirk, which Bill did his best to ignore. “Now, as for how the league can really interact with you, hm…you can communicate through that book of yours right?” He asked. 

“Of course I can! It's what allows me to really make a deal with someone!” Bill answered. 

“Well that could be used as the primary form of communication, but that does lead into an issue of getting attention to talk. Hm…” Shigaraki said, trying to think this through. 

“I mean, I could always possess your body to talk to them!” Bill suggested. 

“Oh, well that makes things a bit easier. Alright, I'll allow you to possess me from time to time in order to talk to them in a more typical manner.” Shigaraki stated. 

“Alright! Well, it appears as though you're about to wake up, you'll be seeing you again rather soon, Shigaraki!” Bill exclaimed, trying to let the situation at hand roll off of him. 

Shigaraki actually woke up this time and looked around. He rubbed his head and let out a yawn. He started wondering if it was all a dream until he looked over at the book, which now had the sentence, “Great doing business with you!” with a drawing of a triangle next to it. He grinned at seeing, now knowing that it was all real. 

‘Well, things have certainly gotten a lot more interesting.’ Shigaraki thought as he got up, putting on his jacket and shoes, grabbing the book, and heading into the league's makeshift living room. 

“Good morning Tomura Shigaraki, how did you sleep?” Kurogiri asked politely. 

“Great actually! Much better than I have in years. Gonna need you to collect the others for a team meeting, got some stuff to talk about.” Shigaraki answered, setting the open book down on the table. 

“This early in the morning? That's a bit unusual of you.” Kurogiri questioned, already heading off to do as asked. 

“Eh, what can I say? You can discover some rather fascinating things through dreams.” Shigaraki said with a grin. 

It only took a few minutes for the league to assemble in the living room. Shigaraki sat in the middle of the couch, Spinner was to his right, Dabi was to his left, Mr. Compress was sitting in the plush chair, Kurogiri was standing to the side of the couch, Twice was sitting besides Dabi, and Toga was sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“So, what's this meeting about?” Dabi questioned, doing his best to seem like he didn't give a shit. 

“Well, as most of you know I found this book abandoned in the woods yesterday,” Shigaraki started while gesturing towards the book, “and I found something incredibly interesting about this book. It is apparently hosting a deal making being known as Bill. So, I set things up in such a way that we basically have a new teammate, with us having a deal that if he acts as a team player then I'll help him regain his physical form. He'll primarily be communicating through the book, but I have made the offer that he'll be able to possess my body sometimes to make communication easier.” He continued to explain. 

“Wooooah! Well isn't this an incredible turn of events, we have a new friend!” Toga exclaimed with a laugh, clearly rather happy about the possibilities here. 

“You sure you didn't just eat some of Spinner's gummies by accident? Seems a lot more likely than what you're talking about.” Dabi joked, not taking this seriously. 

“First, I don't keep those lying around so unless he was digging in my room he wouldn't even be able to find them let alone have some. Second, Weed doesn't cause hallucinations, prick.” Spinner pointed out exasperatedly. 

“Plus, if you don't believe me, check out the book.” Shigaraki suggested. 

With that the book changed a bit with the words, “Hey flesh bags, Bill Cipher here! Everything he said is true!” with a few triangle drawings also appearing. 

“Holy shit-” Dabi started, clearly startled by the book changing. 

“It was true! This'll be so incredible! Demon, burn the book!” Twice exclaimed, the startling revelation leaving his thoughts scattered more than usual. 

“Do not burn the book, I'm pretty sure it'll just come back.” Shigaraki said calmly. 

“Well okay, we now have…a possessed book as a teammate?” Spinner couldn't help but question. 

“Eh, more like a demonic triangle that's currently possessing a book.” Shigaraki explained. 

“Well, okay. Guess this is what we're dealing with now…” Spinner said, clearly unsure on how to feel about the situation at hand. 

“Well at least we got one more teammate to assist in our goals, even if it's a little out of the realm of normal.” Mr. Compress stated, trying to make things make sense in his head. 

“Plus a new friend!” Toga exclaimed happily. 

“Are you sure that this decision will end well Tomura Shigaraki? Last I checked, deals with demons do not normally end well.” Kurogiri questioned. 

“It'll be fine, don't worry! I've got this all figured out.” Shigaraki answered, he wasn't completely telling the truth but close enough. 

“If you insist.” Kurogiri nodded. 

“Hey, I'm right here you know! Quite rude to be talking about me as though I'm not here!” Bill said through the book. 

“Right, right! Sorry about that! So, do you already know who we are or should we introduce ourselves?” Toga offered. 

“Yep, already know who each of you are! Kurogiri, Spinner, Toga, Dabi, Twice, Mr. Compress! Benefit of being an all seeing entity!” Bill explained, showing a ‘photo’ of each of them next to their name. 

“Wooooooah! You can see everything?” Toga asked, clearly fascinated by this detail. 

“Of course! It's a rather incredible thing if you ask me!” Bill explained. 

“Ohohohohohoho! Well ain't that an interesting power!” Toga exclaimed excitedly. 

“Okay, okay. Glad that you're able to adapt to this situation so well.” Dabi said with an eye roll. 

“Oh come Dabi. Let's be real, we'll all warm up to this eventually. After all, we warmed up to you.” Mr. Compress cracked, getting an annoyed huffed in response. 

“Yeah, guess that's accurate.” Dabi muttered angrily. 

Shigaraki let out a sigh and relaxed a bit. He was rather happy with how things were turning out so far. All Bill has to do is play nice and they'll be getting along just fine, then he just has to figure out how to get Bill that physical form. Though he did know very well that it takes a while for the league to truly warm up to anyone, even if Toga was excited about all this and Mr. Compress was being polite. He didn't know how long it was going to take, but hopefully it will be in his lifetime. 

(Author's Note: Hello people, I hope you enjoyed this fic! This has been the first time that I've tried to combine my art with my writing, I hope that it turned out well! For the sake of full transparency, I will say that for the characters I use Gacha Life 2 as a base while I draw the backgrounds by hand. It's mostly that anatomy is my least favorite part of drawing, so I prefer to take short cuts when it comes to drawing them lol. Anyway, if you like my writing, you can check out my AO3 account, I may post this there as well not sure yet. You'll primarily find Spinaraki fics there as it's my main OTP, but you'll find some stuff where that's more of a side thing. I have a ton of WIP that I'm sure I'll get through (someday) so maybe keep your eye out for that!)

(Part 2)

[bugslaststraw]

My mom spent like four months embroidering this on and off. She asked me to post it for her here! It's her first time making fanart, and also kind of her first time embroidering anything? I'll read any comments I get out to her.

[reineydraws]

they're gonna be the coolest customers at marya's toys and trinkets and other drivel to distract you from life's tragedies: a toy store.

marya shirt closeup:

[stormynightstorytime]

"Rosemary"

Hidden among the scattered isles of Yailor, lies a princess of the night.

 A deafening silence rings through the isles, seemingly getting more deafening as you draw near. The once lively Yailor silent, almost as if it was never even there.

Tap, tap, tap. The princess walks out of her cave, a pleased smile on her lips, and her walking a steady pace.  Silently, she moved through the isle, step after step, confidently walking. As if the isle was a mere backyard to her. 

The passed many a tree and bush, and yet not one animal nor creature dared to make a sound. Not the snakes in their trees, or the bunnies in their burrows. Not even the cicadas who chirp at night. 

She walked with power, yet respect for her small neighbors. Her black leather boots, tap lightly against the stone path, her black top with beautiful frills at her front, placed so delicately on her skin that it seems any gust of wind could blow it all away. Only ever secured by her black, skin fit jeans, littered with gold accents that reflect the moonlight.

Her whole outfit was like a cloak to the night, almost making her disappear, almost.

Her hair was a reddish brown, catching the eye of any who crosses her path. And when illuminated under the moonlight, it was as if her hair glow red from the blood of her victims, warning anyone near.

She trudged on, her pale skin shining in the moonlight. Reaching her destination, she sits on a large boulder in the midst of a forest clearing. A sudden squeak alerted her attention.

And the injured sugar-glider was slumped against the rock, eyes pleading for her to help it. Her expression softens and her heart flutters at the innocent creature. Her mother would have loved him, her mother had always loved animals.

Her uncles had always said that she inherited her mother's heart. She was a carbon copy of her father sure, but, her heart, was uniquely her mother's. And they had all insisted that the heart was most important.

She smiled gently and leaned down to face the creature on it's level. Her gentle green eyes gazing upon it as it trembled in fear and pain. She placed a gentle finger on it's chest and it's injuries faded away. The creature stared at her and nuzzled it's face against her palm, flying away shortly after.

As the creature flew away, a new presence entered the area. The princess curiously glanced in it's direction, still unmoving from her boulder. Th presence soon spoke, a man, an old one. Exhausted, injured, and weary, the presence began to speak and ask for help. Mercy upon a curse inflicted.

Mercy? Perhaps…

Her heart was from her mother after all. 

The man stepped forward and entered the clearing. Now fully illuminated in the moonlight, now fully exposed to the princess.  She stepped closer to the man, accepting his plea, looming over him, teeth a blinding white in the moonlight. Her pupils narrowed and her teeth sharpened. The clearing grew dark and the animals started to flee. Her delicate green eyes, now glowing with danger. Replacing the light from the rapidly darkening moon. A wicked smile soon adorned her lips as she sealed another immortal contract.

"May your desire… be written.. in blood."

[afloat-at-sea]

unadulterated fluff in its purest form. when does this take place? hell if I know. years and years into the future! there’s a 0% chance smpv get their shit together earlier than that

they spend an hour dealing with people objecting to the wedding. these freaks are giving me diabetes

[howifeltabouthim]

Kihrin needs to pay more attention to what people are actually promising, rather than what he wants them to have said.

Jenn Lyons, from The Ruin of Kings