#nerd sloth

[bliz-lol]

TRIVIA MURDER PARTY!

I decided to show you the full images of the characters in TMP

And here is the evil form of the presenter

[anna-neko]

will probly have a proper ABoston post eventually... but here's some highlights

~~ while tryin to exchange socials, yelling at our phones as the app kept logging out, "yes I know there are hot women cosplayers in my area!! literally standing next to, let me log in dammit!!"

~~ "this series cosplay, in year of our lord two-thousand and twenty-five?!?!" said surprisingly often, as there was Slayers! Homestuck! Team Fortress 2! Steven Universe!! the fandoms are never letting up, bless

~~ "fair elven maiden, may I offer you starlight" - said to a beautiful RenFaire elf in a dark corset, as I put origami star in her hands. Seconds earlier I offered her friend - another RenFaire elf, but in light colors - a lil horsie for her adventures

~~"soooo... seen any interesting frogs lately", said to any Maomao cosplayer who was walking around with a Jinshi. They'd immediately give their Jinshi the look, silently. Every. Single. Time! t'was beautiful

~~"yes, come, come. Do not resist the siren call of the Miku" said waaay too often, while gesturing at the shelves of many a different costume Miku figures in the booth

~~ so here's a fantastic scene! Am at booth, watching a BlackJack cosplayer struggling to readjust something. A ribbon tied as a bowtie. Ask if he'd like some help with that. He comes closer and lets me get all up in there (he tied the ribbon into 3 knots somehow and no satisfactory bow) I start detangling the knots around his neck, while explaining that with this kind of ribbon it "slips" so them knots... worst case scenario he'd have to find scissors end of day. Undo all knots, retie the ribbon into a perfect bow While he is profusely thanking me, I do a 15seconds lesson on how to always tie perfect horizontal bows. Demonstrate with my arms and shoelaces Fast forward to next day - he came by the booth again! Still cosplaying Black Jack! He came to thank me for prev day's lesson, and to show off how perfectly he has tied his ribbon tie this day ~♪

~~ Another very cute scene - dude with a SmartDoll was browsing the booth. We chatted about Marin (My dress-up darling) being such a perf vehicle for figures, and he told me that his lovely Sonico (thats the doll) will be cosplaying tomorrow. I joke that he should come back and show me Skip ahead to Sunday afternoon - he came back!! To show me his doll's new cosplay!! He even let me pose her for a lil snap

and of course - gotta give it up for dressing ...like.. well... me couldn't really cosplay or do full lolita as it was Very Impractical for the booth building/truck unloading/merch packing duties

[slothquisitor]

The cool thing about teaching English acquisition classes is that everything can be curriculum. My intermediate students just need more mileage with English. They need practice reading and writing and speaking and listening, but we can do anything to practice those skills.

So, we’re doing a D&D unit.

We’re making maps, creating characters, telling stories, and writing lore. My partner is going to come and help DM a group during the last week of school. We’ll have snacks and make it a real party.

This is the best idea I’ve ever had, and my kids are heavily invested in the whole thing. I’ve gotten more writing out of a few students in the last two weeks alone than during the whole school year combined.

I don’t know. Wherever we can, we should be making school fucking fun.

[tmpnerdofficial]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

[sojirosteacup]

One of my favorite things about the hanadan ds game is that if you play sojiro's route and take him to the zoo (not his best date option) you go see the sloth 🦥. Then you start talking about it and you get 3 dialogue options: a nice one, a rude one and a third one, where you info dump about sloths. I chose the third one as a joke and bc I would definitely info dump irl and he starts relating to the sloths and seeing them as a metaphor for his life and it's the weirdest video game dialogue I've ever seen I love him

[magicalincorrectrobodokiquotes]

"How to Scare Campers 101" Clip

“Okay, okay, okay! So, when the campers saw Smokey and the burning shrubbery, he said ‘THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T PREVENT WILDFIRES’ before leaving. And the kids were sooooooo scared that they always put bonfires out, after that. But if a bonfire isn’t put out at night, or if a fire is burning past 11, campers say you can hear Smokey snarling from the bushes.”

“That wasn’t too scary…” Icarus said as he hugged Olivia.

“Yeah, I’ve heard worse in murder podcasts.” Olivia looked unfazed.

“Alright, let’s do a few more campfire songs and then say nighty-night to each other.” Buzz said. Cause who could sleep after such a scary story?

Me. I’ve heard worse on the internet. Don’t google Russian Sleep Experiment.

Buzz strummed his guitar.

“This is a happy campfire song

We’re all safe and we’re all sound

Cause this is a happy campfire song

And we’re all not scared of some story…”

“It’s not a story, it’s a true thing that happened.” Jack defended.

“Suuuuuuuuuure! And I’m the God of War.” Nate said.

“Kratos is the God of War.” Luna told Nate.

“Wow, you’d get along with Booloo.” Nate was impressed. 

“Can we tell more scary stories? I’m tired of campfire songs.” Tiffany said.

“Sure. Any ideas?” Booloo looked around. “I’ve got the boring ones.”

“Good idea.” Ellie tossed another log in the fire. “We all need a little insomnia, sometimes. Besides, it’s pitch dark and we can only see like three feet ahead of us. Perfect for more horror!”

“Or more chaos from a detective.” Nate snarked, to Booloo’s annoyed jab. “What?” “Dude.”

*SNNNNXXXXXXXXXX*

“What…was that…?” Spruce paused.

“It sounds like it’s close-by…” Arbor said.

“Ooooooooh, sounds like we got a bear in the area!” Jack declared.

“Anyone got a switchblade?” Tiffany looked around, cracking her knuckles. “I can take it!”

“No you can’t, sit down.” Sammy scolded.

Kai looked at the fae twins. “A bear?”

“...I wouldn’t rule out the possibility, being honest.” a camper, Connor, admitted. “With all the food Patrick’s been eating…”

“Hey. Smores are delicious and so are hot dogs.” Patrick glared.

 Isaac looked around. “Jack, why would there be a bear in our campsite?”

“I told you. It’s past 11 and Mx. Ellie put another log in the fire. Smokey smelled the smoke and is coming to scold us.” Jack smirked.

Of course, teenagers eat that shit up because they unironically believe in creepypastas and still have under-developing brains.

Booloo rolled her eyes. Again, she had seen worse. Plus, if it WAS a bear, she could use a spell to subdue it. She had to do it before with a wild dog, noodle incident aside, so she could do it to a bear.

Aianna latched onto Bob. “I don’t want to believe we have a bear in the area.”

“It sounds like a bear.” Nate added. “Which means we probably have a real-life bear wandering the site.”

“What if it’s just some Fern pulling a joke by shapeshifting?” Ellie groaned.

“Nah, the detectives are having a movie night with ghost campers.” Booloo checked her texts. Like Aianna, I too don’t want to believe we have a bear sighting either…but nothing is proving in the direction of there NOT being a bear sighting…

“Sis, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear.”

“Sorry! I just had a thought.”

“...least it wasn’t an RSD thought. Spill the beans.”

“We don’t have proof that there isn’t a bear in the sight…so until we know for sure that we’re safe…we’re treating this like a-”

*SNNNNXXXXXX-xxxxxxSNNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXX*

The campers and counselors went quiet as Booloo looked around.

I feel like I’ve heard that sound before…but where?

“Sis, I can hear your thoughts loud and clear.”

“Sorry! I just had a thought.”

“...least it wasn’t an RSD thought. Spill the beans.”

“We don’t have proof that there isn’t a bear in the sight…so until we know for sure that we’re safe…we’re treating this like a-”

*SNNNNXXXXXX-xxxxxxSNNNNNXXXXXXXXXXXX*

The campers and counselors went quiet as Booloo looked around.

I feel like I’ve heard that sound before…but where?

[machabre]

if I'd discovered the silky anteater I'd have called it the microfiber sloth

[spades4cards]

♤ 𝕾𝖕𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘 ♤

𓂅°｡ Lida, cheesy 2000s rom-com enjoyer, literature enthusiast, obsesssive °｡ ⋆

☢ fanfic masterlist, my ao3, my pinterest ☢

Warning! The masterlists will not be even close to complete due to this being a new Tumblr account! I hope you understand <(＿　＿)> If you want any specific work done, don't be afraid to ask! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

[veggiegrinder]

A cute design of a sloth holding a vial of green liquid while wearing black rimmed glasses with the words "science" above his head. Available on shirts, stickers and more.

[checkeredtablesloth]

I hate FreeCell so much until suddenly I don't (I won)

[slothquisitor]

I have received the daily lecture list from Oxford, and I am OBSESSED.

Selfhood and Identity in Middle English, Love and Sex in the Victorian Novel, Hard Words, Best Words, All Words? On the Myths of English Lexicography, Searching for the Self in Early Twentieth-Century Literature, War Poetry. There's more, but I am dying over these.

God. In less than a month I really will be living my DREAM LIFE.

[sweetbans29]

Sleepy - CC

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader Summary: 3 times Caitlin falls asleep when she's not supposed to and 1 time when you do

Warnings: absolute cuteness

Word Count: 2.6k

Sweetbans Masterlist

AN: Enjoy!

one. previews.

It's a Saturday night and you and Caitlin have a movie night planned. She has been going hard in training causing her to be pretty drained but she is never one to cancel plans with you.

You decided you wanted to go see the new romcom - Anyone But You which Caitlin was all for.

The two of you get to the theater early. One of your favorite things about going to the movies is watching the previews. You head to the concession stand and grab some drinks and popcorn. While Caitlin is deciding on what to drink, you sneak a bag of nerd clusters on the counter.

You go into the theater and begin to make yourselves comfortable. You love going to the theater that has full reclining seats - your theater has set its seats as loveseats allowing you to move the middle armrest up. It was perfect for a date night - or when Caitlin feels cuddly.

Tonight is one of those nights. As you put your drink down and situate your popcorn, Caitlin's chair is already reclined and she has raised the armrest.

Once you sit back and recline your chair, you feel a tug at your arm.

Looking over, you lift your arm thinking she wanted some of the popcorn but she just curls up into your side. You let out a little laugh and give her a little squeeze.

When Caitlin is tired, she gets really cuddly. It is one of your favorite things in the world. Your girlfriend, who is several inches taller than you, turns into a baby sloth. She slowly finds you, making her way to your side (or on top of you if your side isn't close enough for her), and rests. Most of the time she ends up falling asleep, there are some times that she just listens to your breathing. She is a simple girl.

You bring your hand up and stroke her hair. She lets out a content sigh and tries to move even closer to you.

"Babe, if you keep pushing me, I am not going to have any space," you say with a little laugh. She just groans and keeps you pinned between her and the other armrest.

The previews begin to play and your eyes are glued to the screen. It is great to see what is coming soon. By the third preview - you feel a light vibration on your chest.

You look down to see Caitlin snoring - completely knocked out. You know how hard she has been going at practices and saw the redness in her eyes on your way to the theater. She wouldn't say anything but you knew and you knew she going to be exactly in the position she was in and you couldn't care less. She loves you enough to go out and see a movie even with the chance of her falling asleep.

You bring your hand up and brush her hair behind her ear. The theater is dark with the exception of the screen lighting her face every now and again.

You can't help but look down and admire her. She is absolutely stunning. It doesn't matter the time of day or what she is doing, she will never not be beautiful to you.

She looks peaceful as you continue to play with the hair you just tucked behind her ear. You could stay like this forever.

The movie begins to play and you are in a predicament - do you let your girl sleep or do you wake her up? Looking at her, her mouth is slightly opened as she is in a deep slumber. As you continue to look at her, you know she isn't here for the movie, she is here for you.

You decide to let her sleep.

You watch the whole movie, trying not to laugh or move too much. The movie ends and Caitlin hasn't moved a muscle. You let her get a few more minutes in as the credits roll and try to clean everything up with your free hand.

Once the credits end you know you have to wake your sleeping beauty. You lean down to kiss her on the head, just one last moment before you are met with your girlfriend-turned-clingy-child.

"Caitlin, love," you say as you begin to shake her. "You need to get up."

She doesn't budge and you sigh. Waking Caitlin from a deep sleep is never an easy task. You typically try to avoid it if possible but under these circumstances, you don't think the theater will let you stay the night.

You begin to shake her more aggressively, although you wish you didn't have to. "Caitlin, you need to get up."

She mumbles something inaudible and buries her face in you.

You begin to pinch her sides, knowing she doesn't like it when you do that when she's tired but you are left with no option. On the second squeeze, she pops up and gives you a look that makes you feel bad.

"We need to go home love," you say, believing she isn't aware of her surroundings.

She looks around and is confused. When she looks back at you she says, "What happened to the movie?" She gets up and you grab all of your trash, heading out of the theater.

"You were so tired and looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake you. Plus I know you only came for me and that was enough for me," you say and give your girl a smile.

"I can't believe you let me sleep through the whole movie, I actually wanted to see that one," she says.

You give a little laugh.

“Babe, you and I both know if I would have woken you up, you would have fallen right back to sleep.” You say.

“I wouldn’t not have,” she fights back, knowing you are 100% right.

You just give her a look and a little push. You both know you were right.

two. study break.

It is a cloudy Thursday afternoon when Caitlin comes over to study. Your girlfriend is in the thick of the season which means she is as busy as ever. But just because she is a college athlete, doesn't mean she is exempt from school work.

The two of you have a big exam coming up for one of your classes and decided that you would study for a few hours each day to make sure you are both prepared. You were committed to making sure Caitlin kept up her grades. As much as she tries to fight you at times, she knows the importance of finishing her degree.

She gets to your place and immediately crashes on your bed.

"Are you ready to get to studying?" You ask as you bring your book over and settle on the bed next to her.

"Why don't we take a rest day and binge some Ted Lasso or something," she suggests, not in the mood to study.

"Caitlin Clark, the exam is tomorrow. We are not taking a 'rest day' for studying," you say with a little laugh.

She just rolls her eyes and hugs one of your pillows. She loves how your scent overpowers her senses whenever she is in your bed. It provides an unmatched sense of comfort.

You throw her book to her and the two of you begin studying. Occasionally asking each other questions, the time is spent with your faces buried in notes and books.

After about 45 minutes of studying, you feel a little tap on your leg. Looking up, you see Caitlin looking at you.

"Can you get us some snacks?" She asks with the same energy as a child asking their parent for a cookie before dinner. She is the cutest thing you have ever seen.

"Of course babe," you say as you stand up. You lean over to kiss the top of her head and she looks up at you waiting for a proper kiss. You are never one to deny Cait a kiss.

"Can you make us grilled cheeses?" She asks, with a glint of hope in her eyes.

"You got it, sweetheart," you tell her as you go to the kitchen to make food.

It takes you about 20 minutes to make the grilled cheese, you also headed up some tomato soup because you felt it fit the weather. You put everything on a tray and make your way back to your room.

The second you walk in, you find Caitlin passed out in your bed. She found her way under your covers and nestled herself in the middle of your bed, not even taking the time to move either of your study materials.

You shake your head and can tell you have been slightly played by your girlfriend.

You set the tray down on the ground as you sit next to Caitlin. You take some of her hair and begin to tickle her nose.

She swats it away with a groan.

"You miss are supposed to be studying." You say as you tickle her nose again.

She gets fed up with your actions and in one swift move, opens the comforter, grabs you, and brings you into her chest as she closes the covers. You have been captured by the arms of your girl and know that there is no easy way out.

"Cait, we need to keep studying," you say as you try to wiggle the way out of her grip.

"No," is all she says as she squeezes you even tighter. Her eyes are closed and she is determined to take a nap with you.

"I made you food and it is going to get cold." You say still trying to fight your way out of her arms.

"Stop. Moving." She says as she grabs one of your hands and forces it to stop from pushing you away from her.

"Cailin Clark." You try to threaten your tired girlfriend.

"We are taking a nap and that is final," she says. "When we wake up, we reheat the food, eat, and then get back to studying."

You sigh in defeat, knowing this is a battle you will not win. You move your arm being held by her to wrap around her waist. You make yourself comfortable and feel your eyelids get heavy.

Even when you don't see it, Caitlin somehow always knows what you need. She is rubbing your back as you begin to doze off.

"Sleep tight, my love," you hear her say as you let a much-needed sleep take over you.

three. drive.

You and Caitlin spent the weekend at Lake Michigan. It was a nice little getaway that both of you needed. It was Labor Day weekend which meant you had the Monday off from school, the perfect time to take a little break.

It was a great weekend. The two of you spent a lot of time just resting by the lake and enjoying each other's presence.

As you begin your drive back to Iowa, you turn over to Caitlin.

"You aren't going to fall asleep on me are you?" You say as you look over at your girlfriend.

"I am not going to fall asleep," she says.

"Okay, I am going to be watching you," you respond, not believing her.

"I promise," she says. You give her a little smile and turn on some music.

The two of you spend some time singing in the car. Once the drive slows down and you have another 2.5 hours left, Calitlin puts on a podcast.

You are hooked on what she put, everything around you fading away.

About an hour passes when the podcast comes to an end and the car goes silent.

"Babe, put something else on," you say not taking your eyes off of the road.

No response.

You look over and see your girl with her arms crossed, head leaning on the window - asleep.

The first thing you think of is that she broke her promise. The next is how cute she looks but you can't let that stop you from expressing your disappointment with her.

You decide not to wake her and let you wake up on her own.

You are about a half hour out when Caitlin begins to stir. She immediately sits up straight and looks over at you. You don't make a move and keep your eyes on the road. The car is still silent as Caitlin's phone was connected and you didn't want to use your phone while driving.

"Babe, I am so sorry," she says as she reaches over to touch your arm.

You move it slightly, signaling you don't want to feel her touch. Caitlin feels a pang in her chest.

"I know I wasn't supposed to fall asleep, I just couldn't help it," she says, eyes begging you to look her way.

"You promised." That is all you say.

"I know, baby. I promise I will make it up to you," she says, still wanting any sort of eye contact from you.

You don't say anything. After a moment you look over at her. You can see the apology in her eyes.

Taking one hand off the wheel, you grab Catilins hand and intertwine your fingers.

"You better make it up to me, I have been sitting here in silence for over an hour." You say, trying to hide the little smile that is making its way to your lips.

"Oh, don't worry babe." She says as she kisses your hand. "I have several ideas on how I can make it up to you."

ONE. basketball.

It is the first round of the NBA playoffs and Caitlin and you are posted up on her couch watching the Cavaliers play the Knicks. This was the second game the two of you were watching for the day. The first game being the Nuggets and the Timberwolves.

Whenever the two of you watch basketball together, you have to sit at opposite ends of the couch because Caitlin gets so into it, that it is impossible to sit next to her. She is always sitting one moment, then launching herself off the couch at a play. For both of your safety, opposite ends of the couch just make sense.

It is half time and you feel your eyes get heavy. You are sitting with your head leaning on your head, not the most comfortable position but the tiredness is overwhelming.

Before you know it you are passed out in the most uncomfortable position.

Caitlin is checking her phone during halftime. She is checking on the other games and scrolling through different social media platforms. She goes to ask you a question when she finds you asleep in what looks like a neck-breaking position.

The first thing she does is take a photo of you, knowing she would probably be changing her lock screen to it at some point because you’re adorable and she knows it will bug you.

She sets her phone down and makes her way to you and places a pillow in the middle of the couch. With the most delicate touch, she shifts your head into her hand, removes the pressure from your wrist, and gently lays you down on the couch. She delicately places your head on the pillow and slowly brings your legs up, bending them to tuck them into the end of the couch.

Her movements are effortless. She places a blanket on you and leans down to kiss you on the head.

She takes a second to just watch you sleep and admires your natural beauty.

She sits back on her end of the couch as the game comes back from halftime.

You end up sleeping through the rest of the game, only waking with Caitlin carrying you to her bed.

"Did they win?" You ask, not opening your eyes.

"Yes, babe. They won." Caitlin says with a little laugh. She places you in her bed and she takes her place on the other side. By the time she lays down, you have already scooted your way over to her side, ready to fall back to sleep in her arms.

AN: I feel like sleepy Caitlin would be the absolute cutest. I hope you enjoyed it! And as always, thank you for the love and support 🤍

[lavenderfursworld]

THE SEVEN DEADLY SINS

the moment i saw this post i knew i had to make it reality. my demonology nerd ass just had to do them so i speedran it today. design notes below the cut :> the close ups arent good quality because theyre just screenshots but deal with it

GRIAN - PRIDE

I wanted to use a mix of reds and purples, playing off his colour scheme ft. the watchers

Lucifer represents Pride, so I gave him a big ol snake, apples and a generally royal look

His halo is supposed to also represent the sun

I wanted to make him look the most powerful - he is presented deity-like normally, so I just doubled it and ran with it. And also again Luci links.

I FUCKING LOVE HIS FACE the shadow is Always There :>

he does have little starry dots in his cloak ! i wanted to do bigger ones but i got distracted

the grey heart reflects the one he gave to scar in 3l

CLEO - WRATH

The jester hat is because of her win in Real Life

She has horns and bigger ears, but they aint particularly visible here >.>

I probably struggled with her the most since I've never drawn her b4!! but it was fun!! pls if anyone has better ideas for her i beg please

SCAR - GREED

I had SO MUCH fun with him no joke iuwrhfi

His chains represent the obligations of greed - how it ties you down, similar to that one guy in the christmas carol

His wings and tail vaguely resemble my vex design for him. they're green now.

I mixed together the sunflowers and poppies on his outfit because I thought he'd do that

He has two crowns because they declared 3rd life a double win, and because it connects to Greed :>

JOEL - LUST

i had loads of fun with joel too ngl, even if there aren't as many details!!

his version of the crown is a lil love heart :>

his horns have lil flamey tips

SCOTT - SLOTH

i had fun with him too!!

blu.

he has eyes and they are shut! eepy boy

i wanted to use a mix of sharp and soft angles, as I was leaning into the sloth part (chilled, relaxed) in this specific full

his 'wings' are lil star things too!

his cloak also has the same starry thing as grian, and is small for the same reasons

only one crown, as he declared DL a win for pearl (not for himself)

PEARL - ENVY

green eyes - "green eyed monster" thank you shakespeare

holding an apple, symbolising her envy (temptation)

also has a cross over her heart, and she grasps towards it, similarly representing her envy and the whole divorce thing that happened in DL

a wolf!! with many tails!! because double life!!

the eyes representing her wl skin wasn't intentional but it did work out like that lmao

anyway uh i really hope this doesnt flop

you can use the designs if you wanna! tag with #life series deadly sins thankee

extra sketches;

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Fem-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Learning To Get Along

A/N – So, a user on A03 suggested the snake servants’ new names. It was a stroke of genius on their behalf, and I can only thank them for it.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

MALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

Tag-List: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @sseleniaa @randomgurl2326  @22carolina08 @astrxwitch @yu-87 @clover-1767 @lil-bexie @thesimpybitch

Do you think you can manage that? Lucifer’s words hung in the air, creating an icy barrier between you.

So, Lucifer thought himself too good for low-life Sinners such as yourself. That wasn’t fair. Sinners might be in Hell for a reason, but sometimes such reasons were just fucking stupid. Heaven ought to base their entry requirements on a person’s character or strength of heart, not just their actions. You had met plenty of Sinners who were in Hell because of the most trivial shit.

There were those who liked to sleep around, but if sex positivity was a problem, then how did Heaven explain Angels like Adam, whom Charlie had told you about in excruciating detail. Lust shouldn’t have ever been considered a Sin, as long as all participants in any such carnal act were above age and consenting.

Then, there were a few murderers you knew. Granted, murder made the lines blurry, but some Sinners killed in self-defence, or only targeted others such as themselves, protecting the innocent in a very gruesome Dexter-like fashion. Were they really to be condemned? And who the fuck gave a damn about Sloth. So, some people were just bone idle, who gave a shit? Heaven apparently.

And now, the ruler of Hell was condemning those around him as well. He was supposed to care for his people, good or bad. Not to mention those who were solely created for or born in Hell, such as Imps, Hell-Hounds, or the Deadly Sins themselves; they hadn’t committed any crimes to get sent here originally – it was their home.

Your eyebrows furrowed, creating an annoyed crease along your forehead.

“No,” You told Lucifer, who stared at you incredulously.

No? Didn’t you understand the situation? He was Lucifer. King of Hell. He could destroy you with no effort spared, leaving no trace that you ever existed, and you were telling him no? He wasn’t an unreasonable guy, but how could you possibly think that being around him was a good idea? Did you respect Charlie more than you feared him? Granted, he didn’t go out much so few knew how powerful he was, but no other Sinner would dare deny him his wishes.

You saw the look he was giving you and decided to explain yourself.

“Look, I’m only here ‘cos Charlie thought it was a good idea, and if you genuinely hate me, I’ll go and you’ll never have to see me again, but you’re not even trying right now. You haven’t spoken to me. You don’t know anything about me, and frankly, I think Charlie’s right, you do need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t-” Lucifer started.

“You don’t even know why I’m down here,” You interrupted angrily, though you refrained from raising your voice. “And you don’t want to know, right? ‘Cos all of us filthy Sinners must be the same. Ooh, we squandered your gift of Free Will and now we deserve to suffer for eternity, do we? Grow up!”

Lucifer stared at you in astonishment, and you sighed, apparently not finished in your tirade, “I’m going to my room tonight, but tomorrow, I expect that you’ll at least try to tolerate me. Who knows? We might even find some common ground. We both love Charlie, don’t we?”

Lucifer didn’t know what to say to that. He certainly loved his daughter, more than anything else in the universe, but you? He still suspected that you had some kind of ulterior motive… everyone in Hell did. Yet, you had a point. He would do this for her, even if it meant he had to tolerate you.

Who were you, really?

He looked at you closely for the first time, trying to pick out some detail of who you might have been. It was even more disturbing than he previously thought. Before, he only saw a human. Now, he examined your clothes. There was little to say about the style, but your apparel was reminiscent of a Holy Animal. With the ruffled cuffs of your jacket, the way the back peaked to create the image of feathers, and the yellow ribbon that lined the white material, you looked like a dove.

Yet… Despite living in the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie had insisted that you didn’t seek redemption. Why go through the farce of dressing like an Angel then… unless? No, you couldn’t be. No Angel would dare stray from Heaven unless they were ordered to.

Lucifer held back a glower, trying to keep his emotions in check so you wouldn’t sense his thoughts. There was a possibility, though small that you had been sent by the likes of Adam to spy on Lucifer and his kin, ensuring that none of Charlie’s patrons ever found a way to the Pearly Gates.

Well, it wouldn’t take long to uncover your ruse. Lucifer had ways of telling an Angel from a Demon, and once you were asleep, he would know.

“Yeah,” Lucifer said evenly. “I love my Charlie.”

“So, you’ll try then.”

Lucifer nodded his head in consent.

“Okay, I’ll see you in the morning. Good night.”

The sentiment went unreturned as your King returned to his chambers, biding his time until you slept.

When you returned to your room, you got ready for bed. The day had been long and unusual. Honestly, you didn’t feel that you had a place in the manor, and you longed for your room in the Hotel, even if it was smaller, had a large stain on the carpet (which Nifty had named Vivienne) and an unruly infestation of roaches.

In the short time you had spent there, it had become home.

You would miss the arguing inhabitants, the energetic wake-up call from Charlie, the feeling of safety that Vaggie instilled, and the sound of Alastor’s morning and evening radio broadcasts. Yet, you hoped you might find something equally valuable in return if only Lucifer would open himself up to the possibility that you didn’t want anything from him.

After glancing out of your window, which had a balcony you could step out to if you so wished, you took in the whole of the Magne District which was the heart of Pentagram City. If you strained your eyes, you could just see the flashing neon of the Hazbin Hotel, and if you turned your gaze up… There was Heaven, out of reach yet always in sight, taunting most Sinners, yet emboldening a brave few who dared to wonder What If? What if they could change and gain admittance to a better life?

You sighed and dared not ponder further when you needed to get some sleep.

Throwing yourself on the plush bed, you got comfortable, arranging yourself how you liked, then leaning over to your bedside table, you blew out the cherry candle you had previously lit.

You rested your head atop the satin pillows, then frowned, feeling a lump beneath it. You reached under and pulled out a rubber duck, painted to look like a Hellhound-Duck hybrid. Assuming it was one of Charlie’s childhood toys, you placed it carefully atop the table; it would keep you company on your first night in a strange new place.

Lucifer waited till the late twilight hours before leaving his workshop. He transformed himself into a snake, slithering silently through the Hallways, ensuring that you wouldn’t hear him coming.

Before being cast out of Heaven, detecting an Angel would have been a simple task. He would just know, the way he now knew how to read a Demon. Yet, with you giving off little sign of Demonic energy, he now had to test if you were of Angelic origin. There were two ways he could do so. The first was by spilling your blood. Those who were born in or sent to Heaven had golden ichor instead of the oozing red or black goop of Hell-spawn and Sinners.

However, not wishing to alert you to his presence, Lucifer decided to opt for the other method.

Once he was inside your room and certain that you were in a deep slumber, he reverted to his original form, standing over you, his pupils turning to slits at the thought of a traitor in his house. If you were what he thought you to be, he would kill you immediately.

He pulled a small yellow twenty-sided stone from his pocket and baring his fangs in anger, he pressed it lightly against your skin.

Nothing happened.

Lucifer’s expression changed from one of deep-seated loathing to confusion. You weren’t from Heaven. If you were, the stone would have glowed a brilliant shade of Gold. Instead, it remained its original dull yellow.

Very well.

He would keep his word and… Tolerate you.

He left your room as quietly as he had entered it. Tomorrow, things would be different.

Lucifer didn’t sleep that night; the idea of change was terrifying.

The next morning, when Lucifer finally resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to face you eventually, he headed downstairs, assuming that was where you were.

“JUST TRY IT!” He heard you yell. “TRY! OPEN YOUR MOUTH, DAMN IT!”

“Uh…” Was all he could think to say as he entered the kitchen and found you clinging to one of the snake cleaners he had created the previous night, in a rodeo-like fashion. The creature was trying to buck you off, with a somewhat derpy expression, probably stupidly assuming it was a game; Lucifer hadn’t bothered to instil them with much intelligence since he didn’t need them for anything more than cleaning.

“ARGH!” You grunted as you were dislodged from its back.

“What- What is this?” Lucifer asked, confused.

“Oh shit!” You cursed, embarrassed to have been caught in a less-than-dignified position. You attempted to regain a little composure by standing up, then held up a handful of wadded-up pancake.

“Do they eat?” You demanded, referring to the reptilian cleaners, “’Cos they’ve been in a picture frame their whole lives, and they must be hungry by now.”

Of all the stupid things you could have done, Lucifer couldn’t help but crack a smile, though he had the decency to hide his laugh behind a clenched fist and pass it off as a cough.

“They don’t need to.”

“Okay, but can they?”

“If they wanted to, I suppose so.”  

You glared at the mushed-up pancake, “I fucking knew it. Spick, Span, eat your fucking breakfast!”

“I’m sorry, who now?” Lucifer asked.

“Well, they clean, don’t they? Spick and Span seem to fit unless you have something better to name them.”

Lucifer chuckled, a half-short-lived chuckle, but one all the same. You were more chaotic than he expected.

“Fine, if you want them to eat, you’ve got to cook in style.”

He waved his hands energetically, his outfit transforming from his usual suit to one befitting a flashy Michelin Chef. He was comfortable in the role of an entertainer as he made a dazzling display of cooking up eggs. With the flash-bang of indoor fireworks, the island counter gained a conveyor belt to transport several dishes, all perfectly presentable and giving off a delectable aroma of herbs and spices.

Eggs-benedict, frittatas, and shakshuka shot by you, closely followed by a hungry Span, though his twin was busy writhing on the conveyer belt, trying to get to his feather duster, yet doomed to chase it since he didn’t think to travel in the opposite direction so it would meet him in the middle.

The sight was memorable to say the least, even when Spick knocked the food onto the floor and his brother was left stupidly sucking on the corner of the countertop where his seemingly new favourite dish had splattered.

You couldn’t help laughing.

“See?” You struggled to get the words out, “I knew they’d like food. I’m just a shite cook.”

Lucifer gazed at his dishes proudly, even though they were no longer fit for either of your consumption.

“Hah,” You said, feeling somewhat awkward now that the moment had passed and Lucifer’s gaze was upon you, trying to figure you out. “I’ll uh, clean this up.”

“No need, leave it to Flim and Flam,” Lucifer said nonchalantly.

“You know that’s not their names.”

“Whatever. So… we’ve met, there was breakfast with a show. We done for today?”

The smile fell from your face as you realised that all of this was just another of Lucifer’s acts. Granted, he might have actually had fun with it, but it was all just in the name of claiming he had tried to be around you, and just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“I don’t know. I was going to go into the City if you wanted to come.”

“I can’t. I have… plans.”

Lucifer’s mood soured as he thought about visiting Heaven’s embassy to set up the meeting for Charlie. He hated everything about that building. The décor was just a cruel reminder of everything Heaven had banished him from. Moreover, while the Angels had to respect his power, they didn’t respect him; their cruel words and thinly veiled insults always cut him the deepest. Not to mention how bitter he was that the balance of power was uneven. Sure, Heaven had an embassy in Hell, but there was no such building in Heaven where Demons could work to arrange meetings between Angels and him.

It would always be Lucifer going to their building, on their terms, usually at their behest.

“Plans? So, you’re setting up Charlie’s meeting today?” You guessed astutely. “You know, I’m walking that way too.”

Lucifer guessed at your game. You probably hadn’t been going in that direction at all, but this was all in the name of ‘trying’. One way or another, he would have to learn to get along with you.

“Fine. Let’s go,” He said, flicking his hand back blasély, even though he found the idea of walking the streets of Hell daunting.

It would be better if he could teleport there, but at least, by the end of the day, you would have something positive to report back to Charlie.

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"How to Scare Campers 101" Clip

“Okay, I bet we’ve all heard of Smokey Bear here.” Jack began. “Ad Council icon, Wildfire mascot, Macy's Day Parade balloon.”

“But there’s not too many stories of Woodsy Owl.” Booloo giggled.

“I think South Park has some part in that.” Buzz shivered. “I mean-”

“But Isaac told me in the car that he’s a black bear despite the clearly brown fur color.”

“Canonically, he is.” Isaac insisted.

“Okay! So, we all know what to do when face-to-face with a black bear…right? Cause I honestly dunno…” Jack confessed. “I’m ‘ad-libbing’ as my teacher last year would say.”

“If it’s black, fight back.” Avery replied. “This ONLY applies to bears.”

“I could beat a bear in any fight.” Tiffany grinned.

“Yeah, cuz you’re a bodybuilder and this isn’t a polar bear.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Okay, so one night, a bunch of campers were having a bonfire.” Jack said, kicking his legs happily. “Singing songs, telling stories, eating smores, scaring their brothers. The usual.”

“Can confirm.” Ellie smirked.

“Watch it missy, we’re near an open flame.” Booloo glared.

“Well, by 11:30, the campers were all bear-y tired and headed to the cabins, thinking someone else would douse the fire. Well, the camper in charge of that…was not the brightest bulb and put more leaves on the fire before returning to her cabin.”

“It’s j-j-just a story, right?” asked a fae with black hair with mint-green tips in it, green eyes, brown wings and the signature Camp Sunshine outfit.

“This didn’t really happen, did it?” asked another fae, almost identical to the first one…give or take a streak of brick red hair dye.

“You never know.” Jack continued. “Well! While the campers were all sleeping away, the bonfire went up in flames and caught onto branches, bushes and even the LOG CABINS the campers were in!”

Ellie rolled her eyes. “Jesus.”

Buzz winced as Bob hugged Aianna tightly.

“Jack, you’re gonna scare everyone.” Isaac scolded.

“Well! The campers WOULD’VE died if the low growl of Smokey hadn’t woken them up. Like this- GRRRRRRRRRRR!” Jack continued.

“Deux Ex Machina.” Ace fiddled with his nerf gun, only for Lady to take it away. “Hey!”

“No toys near the fire.”

“Awwwww.” 

“Is anyone else close to shitting themselves?” wondered Felicity, one of the assistant counselors Buzz was paired with.

Two girls- Ivy and Luna- raised their hands.

“Good, we’re in this together, girls.”

“I wish I was as brave as Nate or Booloo or Ellie.” Ivy worried.

“I know, for once, I don’t think I’m gonna sleep tonight.” Luna shivered.