#studio deed

[matt0044]

The real issues with Wrath of the Gods animation in my eyes.

No memes. No easy potshots.

To start with, I think that it would've benefited them if the split the 24 episodes production wise. One to be released at the start of a year and the other at the tail end of autumn. And yes, that includes the cliffhangers if only to drive up hype. Let them focus their efforts on one batch at a time before loosening up.

That said, it feels like the switch over to Studio Deen was a mighty hasty decision. A-1 Pictures likely had their reasons for backing out. Hell, it's immense restraint with how many studios are trying to put out more than what their workforce can reasonably manage.

Even then, I think what hurt the look of Season 3 was a lack of directional flair or problem solving tricks. A lot of shots often have the characters are distance, often contributing to the rather rough artstyle (you know the one, "Meguca" fans). This is compounded by the choice to linger on them, even when a shot is crowded.

There are times like when the Sins gather to hear Meliodas's explain the curse on him and Elizabeth where there are many shots that crowd in everybody into focus. It feels like we could close up on those speaking rather than trying to let it go on for so long.

Then there's where Chandler teleports into the Boar Hat and Diane, all giant and on the roof, vaults down to save Elizabeth and Mel. It's all an external shot that ends only when King comes in to help but it feels... weird. Like we should've seen Diane vault over the roof but then cut to her hand breaking in to grab her friends and the back to her outside making sure they're safe.

And this isn't an isolated incident. When Gilthunder goes in to embrace Margret, the Arkangel possessed princess walks past him as a real red flag. However, the shot starts with Gilthunder going off-screen towards Ludociel and has us here the cold passing-by off screen before he/she comes on-screen in the same frame. It feels like whatever was supposed to be edited in between wasn't done in time.

Something I think that could've justified them drawing the characters in less detail were comedic scenes. When the Sins are gathered and are overlooking Bartra, they could've shown the king's esasperation via exagerated expressions that Anime is often known for. Maybe get way cartoony with chibis.

It just feels like outside of the egrigious art work moments, the animation direction is... serviceable yet also biting off more than what they could chew. It ends up very "just do the bare minimum and shove out product as fast as you can" in a sort of cynicism.

That's the real issue with Studio Deen's approach to their run beyond what shot looks weird. And it feels like they wanted to later, in gaming terms, patch it with far more polished shots. Evidenced by how the season starts with censoring excessive blood for the TV broadcast.

It's a shame because Cursed By Light really afforded them the chance to well and truly cook as the kids say, flexing for what was the Seven Deadly Sins' grand finale. The CGi on the Supreme Diety was immaculate.

[kamille-is-real]

Happy 15th anniversary to the greatest game ever made!

[ohrade]

view from a sea side town.

was very obviously inspired by studio ghibli (specifically castle of cagliostro).

[the-starry-lycan]

More screenshot archiving..

Yes, I beat the Dweller with the Pirates’ help. And yes, I timed this screenshot so I could get this shot. Victory against the Dweller belongs to Seraï and the Bardcore Pirates!!! And they even stand triumphantly upon the Dweller's body while cannon-ing that evil thing to Kingdom Come.

(dear stars, i put a whole ass rant in the tags if you're up to reading it...)

[miss-atomic-blog]

Bribing bestie to watch One Piece by exchanging episodes with spicey drawings *narrator voice "Little did bestie know. She was already doing the spicey drawings."

[racheldrawsthis]

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[motorsportbarbie13]

The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Bonus Sessions

In which you interview 2 multi-world champions in one sitting.

Warnings: discussions of the traumatic 2021 Abu Dhabi race (lol) Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 2k words

- The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 3 - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 4 - Master List

(quick note. shoutout to @shelbyteller for the inspiration for this one. Hope it lives up to your expectations bb!)

"I can't believe you got him to agree to this." You say, shuffling a few papers on your desk in the Monaco apartment you share with Max.

Max looks at you, brow raised. "Are you kidding me? I didn't have to do any convincing. That man loves you. Honestly, I should probably be a little jealous of how eagerly he agreed to come on the show."

You roll your eyes, knowing that Max is being ridiculous. "As if I'd ever look at anyone but you." You tease, rising from your desk chair before crossing the room to sit on Max's lap.

When you had moved in with Max earlier in the year, one of the things he had insisted on was turning one of the spare rooms in his (well, now it was yours too, he had insisted on putting you on the deed to the property after your engagement, much to the dismay of his lawyer) apartment into a dual recording studio and office for you.

Tucked away in one of the corners was a large mahogany desk that you spent most of your time at. On the other side of the room that's decorated in tones of gold and champagne pink sits your podcasting setup with 2 comfy sitting chairs, microphones, and side tables. It's the perfect cozy setup. You didn't use this room all the time for your guests, a lot of the time you were traveling to meet them. This room was used for when you did your 'bonus session' episodes and when you had more personal friends on the show, like today's guest.

Max wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you closer into his chest. "Have I ever told you that I love you?" He murmurs, breath tickling the shell of your ear.

You hum, small grin spreading across your face as you lean your head further into the crook of his neck. "Not in the last ten minutes."

"Well, let me remedy that terrible fact." Max's lips skate over your jaw before they find their home. "I love you beyond words, schatje." His words are mumbled against your lips but you understand them all the same.

When he slips his tongue into your mouth you can't help the sigh that leaves your body. It doesn't matter how many times Max kisses you because every time his lips land on yours, it feels like the first time.

The make out session continues for several moments before you're interrupted by a buzzing on Max's phone. "Looks like he's here. You ready?"

You glance down at your outfit, casual but put together for the interview that you're sure will make some waves in the F1 world. Not only because of who it is but also because of what you got him to agree to discuss today. "I hope so!"

Max leaves the office to retrieve your guest as you begin prep on the room. You had decided to just run the entire episode by yourself today, giving Steve and Shannon the day off from filming since it was in your home and you liked to keep this environment as relaxed and low key as possible.

Voices float towards you as you finish up the last bits of preparation. And then, they're standing in the doorway.

"I hear congratulations are in order!"

"Lewis!" You croon, setting down the papers in your hands before crossing the room to your friend's opened arms. "Thank you so much."

Lewis chuckles before holding you out at arms length, "Let me see that rock. I'm sure Instagram did it no justice."

You happily hold out your left hand for Lewis to take, grinning like an idiot over his shoulder at Max, who is leaning against the door frame with the same goofy grin on his face. The word 'proud' didn't seem to do what he felt for you in this moment justice.

"He did good, didn't he?"

"Ma'am, that man is so wildly in love with you." Lewis chuckles before looking over his shoulder at Max. "Good taste there, mate."

Max nods. "Thanks. Can I get you anything before you guys get started?"

Lewis shakes his head and just like that, you go into work mode. You give Lewis a brief explanation on how it's going to work, just like you did for Max over a year ago. Meanwhile, Max sits at your desk and watches you work. In the last year, he hasn't really had the opportunity to watch you film and record a show because he's always felt in the way but this time is different. He had been the one to ask Lewis onto the show and it had been Lewis that insisted he stay to watch the entire interview when he had tried to excuse himself moments before.

You were so in your element is left Max in awe. The way you moved around the room with such confidence, setting up the cameras and microphones, talking to Lewis like he was a brother or an old friend, you really commanded the room and made both of these drivers, who were used to wrestling flying torpedos around hairpin curves going fast enough to kill someone was just awe inspiring.

"Okay, but seriously, before we wrap this up we need to talk about one more thing." You giggle a bit, watching as Lewis reaches down to scratch Rosco on the head.

"Shit." Lewis hisses while Max laughs from his spot at your desk where he's been watching the entire interview quietly. "I thought you were going to forget about that."

You toss your head back, laughing maniacally. "And blow the chance at having two fan bases hate me? As if, Hamilton. Max, do you want to join us?"

Although you have the air of someone who couldn't care less about the upcoming topic, secretly, your stomach twists with anxiety. When Max had suggested the finale to your landmark interview with Lewis and when Lewis had agreed to is, you had been confident that you could handle such a touchy subject but now? Now that you were face with actually having to talk to your friend about it on camera to be released for the entire world to see? You were having second thoughts.

Max stands and sits next to you in the chair that you had pulled out moments before.

"And before we even get started, I want to preface this final segment by saying that you both agreed to this before hand and I am not blindsiding anyone, right?"

Both men grin at you where you sit between them and nod. "We both agreed to this." Lewis says.

"Well I, for one, feel a bit like a hostage here having to agree to this on camera." You reach across and smack Max on the shoulder, causing him to smile even wider. "Yes, of course. We both agreed to this."

"We're a few years removed from the 2021 season. Lewis, looking back do you think there's anything you could have done differently to change the outcome?"

Lewis shrugs, "If you would have asked me that a year ago, I would have probably said yes but as we get further away from it I think we did everything we could have. Sometimes, there are decisions made and things happen that are outside of your control. As a racing driver, you want everything to be under your control and even when it's not, it's in our nature to take on everything as if it is under our control."

"Are you calling me a control freak?" Max quips from your other side.

"We're all control freaks, man." Lewis says with a chuckle.

"What's that saying? Hindsight is 20/20? Looking back, there are always things you see and go 'well that was a terrible decision." Max says, smiling over at his rival. "But at the time, we all made what we thought were the best decisions we could with the information we had in front of us. I don't think there was anything either of us could have done to have change the outcome based on what we knew then and there."

You nod, grinning at both of the men. "Can we talk about Abu Dhabi for a second? I don't want to talk about the race, that's been done to death. But, can you walk me through what was going through your head in the days after?"

"I isolated big time." Lewis says, looking down at his hands before reaching to scratch Rosco's head. "I took off and spent time alone and just did a lot of thinking. I hated that my championship came down to the decisions of one man. Had we been better and more consistent the entire year, it wouldn't have come down to the last lap. That was on me and no one else. I had to take that on and figure out how I was going to face the team after letting them down."

"But you didn't let them down." Max insists. "That entire season was a masterclass in never giving up and making something out of nothing. I mean, sure I was the beneficiary of that final call from Race Control but it could have easily went the other way. I don't know what I would have done had I been in your shoes after that race."

"You would have been fine." Lewis says. "You've always been better at compartmentalizing things on the track. I take a lot of my work home with me. It's why I struggle to let people in. I'm often caught up in my own world focusing on what I need to do to perform better and improve, racing takes up my whole life and I'm content with that. You're a different breed. You don't take work home with you and that's how you were able to land this gorgeous girl."

"Hey, lay off the flirting with my fiance." Max snaps good naturdly, reaching for your hand and giving Lewis a wink. "Your singular focus is how you've won so many championships though and no one can fault you for that."

The rest of the interview continues for a few more minutes before you begin to wrap things up. It's been almost two hours at that point and the last 30 minutes of the interview is just Max and Lewis talking racing, Max threatening to retire, and Lewis threatening to pull an Alonso and never retire.

When the episode it released, it is a complete surprise and incredibly well received by everyone inside and outside the F1 community, which was somewhat surprising to you as you know what a hot button issue the 2021 season was and how polarizing discussing that very last race could be. In the end, it's one of your more favorite episodes and it opens up the doors to many more sports interviews, including a partnership with F1 TV for some mid-season post-race work that has you doing even more of what you love: getting to know the people beneath the sheen and shine of their own celebrity.

TheYappingHour Posted:

928,991 likes liked by charlesleclerc, ferrari, roscolovescoco, and others theyappinghour newest episode drops today featuring this handsome boy and his dad! ;) make sure you listen to the entire hour...there may be a surprise guest at the end! lewishamilton pleasure being on with you. and once again, congrats on the engagement! max is a lucky man! >>>theyappinghour oh lewis! you're the best. thank you <3 user028 i cannot get over how good she is at making people feel comfortable talking to her about hard things. i've NEVER heard lewis open up about 2021 like that before. >>>user9281 seriously. she is a magician. user0911 the cameo at the end! the yapping about the engagement! lewis sounding so genuinely happy for them! this may just be one of my favorite episodes ever.

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[himbodruid]

Dare To Be Bold

Rafayel x Reader

His kiss was meant to be playful and teasing…but ends up as so much more

You make him lose his mind -:- he loses control -:- maybe a little feral

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI

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Warm evening sun entered the room through the large windows of the room. The quiet serenity of the day lulled you to sleep unexpectedly, but what shocked you more was waking to Rafayel sprawled beside you. Even more was the fact that you were not in the studio, where you last remembered being. Instead you were in a room with a large dome ceiling composed of many panes of glass that were beautifully framed. The bed screamed extravagance and you assumed it was Rafayel’s room. How you got there, though, was a mystery to you.

Turning back to the man resting beside you, you let your gaze roam his face. Thick lashes rested against his cheekbones, with brows arched to create a striking frame for his eyes. His jaw had a gentler angle to it than you’ve seen on some men, but it was still sharp and defined. His nose was straight with a slightly narrowed bridge and you longed to run your fingers down its length. Gods, but he was beautiful.

And those damnably tempting lips of his, the pouty full lower lip that constantly drew you in like a moth to a flame. Even now, you wanted to lean into him and steal a kiss from his slumbering form. What would he do if he awoke to you doing just that? Would he berate you and kick you out, or would he enjoy it? What would happen to your friendship in either scenario?

Questions rolled around in your head, captivated by his face, by his lips that were now so very close to your own. You only had to lean forward slightly and the deed would be done, consequences be damned.

But doubt had you pulling away. Was his friendship, his companionship, worth the risk? A tiny, niggling thought in the back of your head told you no, and that alone was enough for you to disengage from the fantasy. So, you contented yourself with memorizing every alluring feature of his face instead.

While at war with yourself, though, you hadn’t noticed the shift in his breathing. From the deep draws of slumber, to the shallower waking breaths, you were oblivious to it all.

“Well, are you gonna do it or not?” His voice startled you, and you jerked further back from him. Cerulean depths with flecks of fuchsia, like sunset over a tropical ocean, stared up at you with a mischievous glint. A smile played at his lips, and you couldn't help that your gaze dipped to them before returning to his eyes. You could feel yourself flush at having been so easily caught.

Rafayel didn’t let you stew in your thoughts for long, though. With a playful chuckle, he sat up and tugged you against him. His lips met yours in a brief, teasing kiss. A kiss that mingled in the air between you when he pulled away. A kiss that stole your breath, that sent you reeling into the realm of what ifs.

He was still so close to you, but something shifted. The mischief in his eye was replaced with something else, something that darkened his gaze as it darted to your lips and back. His teasing smile faded, and it almost felt like something electric crackled in the minute space between you. Desire, maybe? You couldn’t dare to hope, though your heart thundered in your chest at the possibility.

He removed all doubt when he leaned back into you, his lips slanting over yours in a kiss that was slow and testing. You knew you sat stiffly, but your mind was racing a million miles a minute and you could only concentrate on the sensation of him. The way his hand felt when he lifted it to rest against your neck, the way his thumb brushed over your cheek. How his tongue darted out and just barely touched your lip to coax you open.

And when you did open to him, he devoured you. With a heady groan, he crushed his mouth against yours. Any remaining uncertain thoughts you had vanished, all that was left was him; the way he cupped your cheek, the way his tongue danced with yours, the sounds he made that mingled with yours. Then he was wrenching himself from you, forcing himself back to give your room to breathe.

“Mmh, cutie,” he breathed, setting his forehead against yours. “I need you to tell me no.”

“I don’t want to,” you complain, your panting breaths mingling with his. He groaned and kissed you again, this one shorter and much more chaste.

“My control barely hangs by a thread when I’m with you,” he murmured against your lips. A thrill raced through you, settling in your core with a shiver. You never dared to hope that this beautiful man, through all his flirtations, would admit such a thing to you.

The hand cradling the back of your head pulled you in so he could settle his lips firmly over yours again. It was a delicious push and pull, each of you giving equal fervor. You trailed your hands up his chest, almost shocked to find that his shirt was already unbuttoned. You hadn’t noticed at all in your distractions, but now you let your hands roam him freely after shoving his shirt off his shoulders. His body was so sensitive to your touch that he moaned, whimpered, groaned into you while you caressed him, and you absorbed every sound he offered.

Breaking away again, Rafayel tugged your shirt over your head and then pushed you back into the mattress. You welcomed his weight settling over you with a soft contented sigh. You could feel his cock straining against the soft cotton pants he wore, and yet his touches, his kisses, remained hungry but unhurried. You couldn’t help but squirm impatiently beneath him, still.

“Dont,” he said with a breathy moan. You naturally disobeyed him and shifted your hips upwards, putting pressure against that prominent length resting at the apex of your thighs. He moaned again, dropping his head against your chest with a shaky breath.

“I don’t want to be rough with you for our first time together like this,” he murmured against your skin, lips finding your leaping pulse. “But if you keep doing that..”

“I-“ He moved his lips to kiss just below your ear.

“Won’t-“ He kissed your throat.

“Be gentle.” His teeth grazed the slope of your neck in a soft bite. It was a warning, but you sucked in a hissed breath while his words and actions coiled low in your belly. You were sure you’d never been that turned on before.

But rather than pushing him away like his words suggested you to, you smoothed your hands against his jaw, tilting his face back to yours to capture his lips once more. This time you coaxed him open, and your tongue took the plunge while he groaned and sunk into you further.

His weight on you felt incredible. He always held such feminine grace, and you knew his body was well-sculpted, but feeling every plane of him against you made you realize just how large he was compared to you. You ran your hands down his neck, across his shoulders, down his biceps. Committing every hill and valley of him to memory.

Every sound he made.

Every pull of his mouth.

The very same mouth that blazed kisses down your throat, across your collarbone, and then settled over your breast once your bra was pushed out of the way. His large hand engulfed one breast, the pad of his thumb pressing against your nipple while his tongue teased the other. You carded your hands through his hair, surprised at how soft it was. His gaze flicked to yours, a cheeky grin spreading across his flushed face as he grazed his teeth against your nipple. You gasped a moan, arching your back to press the mound harder into him.

“Raf-“ you breathed, his name cutting off on a moan. He finally relinquished his hold on your breasts, hot mouth continuing down your abdomen until he reached the waistband of your jeans. That mischievous glint was back in his eye, but it was paired with the heated desire. You didn’t know if you should be scared, or turned on, with the look he gave you as he paused over your jeans.

You weren’t sure what you expected him to do, but unbuttoning your jeans with his teeth was not it. You sucked in a breath at his throaty chuckle. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down your legs with ease. His eyes never left you, even when he took your knees and opened you to him, not even when his fingers dipped into your slicked folds. They only drifted closed when he brought those fingers to his mouth and tasted you. The breathy moan he let out when he did, paired with the sight of him kneeling between your thighs, would be forever seared into your mind.

“Mmh, so wet for me already, cutie,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

He made a show of slowly dragging his hand down his body, and your eyes locked onto it. It was a deliberately tantalizing kind of movement, one that made you squirm. Then his hand dipped beneath the waistband of his low-slung pants, gripping his length and freeing it from its prison. He stroked himself while you watched him, biting your lip to keep yourself from making noises while you shifted beneath his scrutiny.

And when he set his cock against your folds, running the length of it against you without entering, the moan you tried holding back erupted from you. He kept his flushed gaze locked on you, on your reactions.

Then, he gripped your thighs and aligned himself to your entrance. He dropped his head back with a long, drawn out moan as he pushed into you. It was torturously slow, and you felt every inch drag salaciously along your inner walls. You dug your head into the pillow, arching from the bed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you so he could sink all the way to the hilt. He stayed there, trembling and panting, allowing you time to become accustomed to his girth and length.

“Raf..ayel,” you whimpered, shifting and squirming. Still he didn’t move, instead smirking down at you as he held you in place by your hips. He chuckled and tilted his head, buried so impossibly deep in you.

And fuck when he started to move, pistoning in and out of you with slow, deliberate strokes. He closed his eyes, reveling in the pure ecstacy of you being wrapped around him. You gripped his forearms, digging nails into him while his hands continued holding your hips in place.

“Mmh, fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned, the forward snap of his hips increasing in tempo. You squirmed and writhed, finding no outlet for the pleasure outside of moaning into the open air. You longed to touch him, taste him, cling to him, but he stayed infuriatingly out of reach. He watched you thrash beneath him, watched you cry out his name, watched your face contort with pleasure when he hit just the perfect angle inside you. Committing this very moment to memory while the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in both of you.

In a mindless effort to keep him from pulling his cock out of you, you clenched your walls around him. He cried out at the added pressure, finally, finally collapsing atop you. Arms and legs immediately circled him, preventing him from being able to sit up again while he drove relentlessly into you. Whatever control he had was gone now, snapped like a frayed rope the moment you dug your nails into his back and sunk your teeth into his shoulder.

He rutted into you fervently, each forward slam of his hips punctuated by a guttural moan that vibrated through you. His breaths puffed against your neck, the sounds he made drifting into your ear, and the weight of him crushed you into the bed. There weren't words strong enough to describe how you felt in that moment, even as the pleasure rose in you like a tidal wave.

“Rafayel,” you whimpered, clinging to him.

“Mmh, I like it when you say my name like that,” he growled. “Again.”

“Rafayel,” you obeyed breathlessly. He moaned, his thrusts growing erratic.

“Again.” His breath shuddered, and you knew he was as affected as you were.

“Rafayel,” you cried, arching beneath him as that wave came crashing down on you. Ecstasy shuddered through you like an electric jolt. The throbbing pulse of your walls clamping around him rhythmically drew him over the edge with you.

“Fuck, I’m-“ his words cut off with a shout, one final hard thrust into you and hot ropes of cum painted your walls. His body trembled and jerked, seemingly of its own volition. And although he was buried in you to the hilt, he pressed his hips forward still, like he somehow wasn’t deep enough inside you.

“R-Rafayel” you whimpered against his neck, spreading wider for him. His hips tilted forward and back, giving you short strokes of his cock while you rode out the climax. But rather than abating, you felt that hard coil tighten low in your belly again. And you knew he could tell by the throaty chuckle he gave you, while you whimpered and mewled in his ear.

“Gonna come for me again, cutie?” He asked with a hard moan. You’d barely recovered from one climax before nose diving right into the second. You ground your hips against him with every full thrust he gave you. His chuckle turned into a deep moan, and you swore you could feel him getting harder inside you.

“Fuck, Rafayel,” you whimpered breathlessly. You were mindless with the pleasure he gave you, steering into overstimulation with each slow stroke of his cock. He was doing it on purpose, keeping the hard and fast rutting that you craved away from you, just to drive you mad. And the sounds he made in your ear didn't help matters either; the soft moans, the kisses up and down your neck, all the way to those growls dragged from deep in his chest.

He was just being downright mean, and there was nothing you could do about it, pinned beneath him as you were.

“I think I like you like this, cutie,” he chuckled. “Flat on your back, moaning my name while I fuck you.”

“R-Raf-“ you try, the admonishment dying with a groan as he pressed forward as deep as he could.

“Yes,” he moaned, his breath growing ragged again. “Just like that.”

He crushed his mouth against yours, an open, devouring kind of kiss that shot straight to your core. The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding rose to join your shared moans echoing in the room. Finally, he slammed into you with the ferocity you craved, bringing you to the brink rapidly.

And then his cock began to pulse and jerk inside you, flooding you again while your body milked him for everything he had to offer. Shuddering, gasping moans erupted from him. Hands dug into your flesh as pleasure overtook him so forcefully, so fully, that all he could do was bury himself deeper and deeper in you. In that moment, you didn’t even know where he ended and you began. Your name intermingled with gasping moans and shuddering curses as he collapsed atop you, trembling with the sheer force of the release.

He remained in your embrace, all but crushing you into the mattress, long after you both regained your breath. You couldn’t complain, as it was a welcoming weight while you stroked his hair and his back. He released contented sighs as you did so, nuzzling into your chest and pressing his ear against it so he could listen to your heart. Warmth and affection rushed through you, and you never wanted that moment with him to end.

When you were on the verge of being lulled into sleep, Rafayel kissed your chest and then your lips. He rolled himself off of you, walking away into another room while completely comfortable in his nudity. You heard the start of running water coming from that side room and assumed it was a bathroom.

The assumption was confirmed when Rafayel returned to hoist you into his arms, and carried you bridal style into the bathroom. He settled you into the warm water while the tub filled, and climbed in behind you. Arms encircled you and you leaned back against him, reveling in the safe, comforting warmth you felt.

His hands reverently explored your body, gaze tracing everywhere that his fingers went. He made you shiver, made you melt, and everything in between with just simple little grazes of his elegant fingers. And when his hand slipped between your thighs, you welcomed him. The bath was not safe from the echo of your whimpers, the water sloshing over the rim of the tub, his encouraging moans as he stroked you to fulfillment.

And when you stumbled back into his bed, his appetite was insatiable until the early hours of the morning. Only then did exhaustion finally overtake both of you, and you fell asleep wrapped in his embrace.

[leafyln4]

streamer!max who definitely has a playlist of songs he wants to fuck you to. would also have a playlist he plays on stream filled w dj!lando’s songs with both your moans in the background, it’s almost sick how he’s obsessed with everyone knowing how good he makes you feel

THIS!!!! you got it, anon 😭. streamer!max is a fucking exhibitionist and is fucking proud of that.

imagine you're at sugardaddy!carlos's house, considering he is not letting you out of there after your last deeds with dj!lando (the marks are still there), but you're missing streamer!max sooo much.

poor you. so addicted to all of your boys... can't help but miss them. so, unknowingly to carlos, you start watching one of max's streams. of course he was live, he always was. he was just chatting, his eyes glinting the second he saw your name on the chat.

being the good girl you were, you sent in some donates to him (with carlos' money, should i say). it was completely normal, really. until one specific song started playing.

you recognize the beat immediately, knowing it was one of lando's newest songs that you only heard the beggining of. the song was nice, you were starting to enjoy it when it hits.

if you paid enough attention to the song, you could hear moans. moans you knew really well from all of the times max made you watch videos of yourself when pounding you from behind.

your moans, mixed with his. in a song. lando's song. you didn't know if it was from the time the younger one made max fuck you in his studio or if it was one of the many audios max had in his phone. but it was there. getting loud and clear as the song progressed.

it left you puzzled, shocked even. so you, of course, texted both men. lando didn't answer, but max did.

"schatje, such a pretty voice shouldn't be hidden from the world. let them hear you, hm?" is what he would say in response, not caring at all about the privacy or the risks. he was just so proud he was able to make you scream in pleasure, he couldn't help but want to show it to everyone, :(.

[simp-ly-writes]

Jenga, Jokes & Comfort

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Pairing: Gentleman!Boyfriend!Spencer Agnew x gn!Partner!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You are starring in your first Gentleman video, anxious beyond belief and worried for Spencers jokes and your relationship. Spencer is right there to make sure you are having fun and to comfort you afterwards!

─ · · TAGS: gender-neutral pronouns, part social-media au, established relationship, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, attempt at humour, kissing, sickly-sweet.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | WORDCOUNT: 1,508

─ · · A/N: Asks are still closed, sorry everyone! 😬 life is just hell rn

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You were on edge while readying yourself for your next shoot. Applying the last touches and fixing your crooked bow-tie, you leaned forwards on the vanity staring into the mirror. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you turned on a smile and walked towards the studio. Your tuxedo flaps waving behind you as you walked, top-hat under your arm.

You knew that the fans loved these videos, they often showed the best engagement statistics and you were worried that as your first time as a "gentleman," you would not live up to the fans standards. Amanda was already sat at the table, the Jenga tower standing tall and proud at its centre.

Alex was off-camera, constantly keeping an eye on the tower to ensure every brick was perfectly placed before they were ready to start filming.

"Hey (name)! You ready to get your ass kicked in Jenga?" Amanda challenged with a large smile. Shaking your head at your friend, you placed your hat atop your head before taking an empty seat beside her.

"More like are you not going to cry when I kick your ass?" you retorted, giving her shoe a light tap with your own underneath the table. "We will just have to see, but we all must remember, we are gentlemen after all- Hello everyone! and welcome back to the table where us gentle-fellows will be trying to disassemble this tower."

Your head flipped around, hat almost flying off your head by how quickly you moved to face the camera, cheeks warming as you did not hear Alex call for the cameras to roll. Spencer, your boyfriend, had taken a seat beside you as usual.

You met his stare with wide eyes as he grabbed your shoulder and laughed, you couldn't help but smile in return loving to hear the chime of it. "If you gentlemen are done grasping each other's garments we really must make haste of this game, I have a meeting with my accountant at noon and another with my mistress from across the pod at three!" Shayne announces from across the table, his shoes upon the wood surface, blocking his face from view as he tips on nearly falling backwards and out of his chair.

Your eye go wide, welling with tears as you try and hold back your laughter from the double-eyed wink he gives you that has Spencer pointing you a look. "Don't tell me you're actually going to listen to this unchivalrous, undefined, uncivil, and highly impolite individual? We will start when we start for it is the man that determines the time."

You stare at Spencer, that anxiety coming back to your chest as you laugh it off and look towards the camera as a means of fake support, staring at it for a long while as you can imagine an eire noise playing and a slow zoom towards your face.

"Now if the real gentlemen could please step forwards, I am going to pull the first brick! Hmm let us see..." Amanda holds a finger to her chin, tapping it in contemplation, "pulling it from the top will not make the tower drop so I shall do just that!"

You lean in to whisper-shout into her ear, "You're saying your thoughts aloud!"

"Oh, sorry I did not realize, thank you gentleman. And do you know you are shouting?"

"SHOUTING?" you question.

"YES, YOU JUST DID SO NOW!" Amanda shouts back.

"AH, WELL, I messed up my hearing when doing a most chivalrous deed while serving. Now that I think about it... I can't remember much of it except for the screams and the blood..."

Amanda appears to stare through you, not knowing what to say before Shayne falls backwards and out of his chair, the room exploding into laughter as he waves his top hat above the table to show that he's alright.

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The game progresses, Amanda nearly knocking the whole tower over and you all are running out of possible moves. "Well shit," you say, standing and walking towards the front of the table where the cameras face. Squatting down to level your eyesight to the game you strategize your move.

"If I may offer you a tidbit of advice, good friend," Spencer asks, fingers taping against the wood of the table as you nod your head once in his direction, preparing yourself mentally for whatever crazy line he had cooked up next, "Every word that comes out of his mouth this vid makes me a little scared for our relationship..." you joke with nervous laughter.

Spencer opens and closes his mouth, his head tilting forward in a silent ask, are you okay? we can stop? Character immediately dropped. All you do is not your head, grabbing his forearm gentle as he places his hand on top of your own.

"Pulling a brick should work, any brick. My old man would say its all up to luck now." Nothing actually too crazy... you think to yourself, thankful that Spencer was toning it down a bit yet how wrong you would be in the text moment when Shayne was to pull next.

"Good move, good move, Gentleman," Shayne compliments your flicking technique of a brick from the bottom of the tower. It had slightly shaken the organization now appearing like the leaning tower of Pisa.

Leaning in to pull a piece, the tower falls before Shayne's fingers even touch a piece, the game over yet Spencer appeared to still had a few lines to share.

"Well when I blow on things that tends to happen as well, wind in the sails and all that," Spencer comments with a smirk, fixing his glasses as the table erupts in laughter once more.

Mouth agape you don't know how to respond to your boyfriend as him and Shayne have a playful sparring match off to the side. Top hats long forgotten as they pull their punches and grab each other's neckties.

"It seems we know who the real gentleman are here," Amanda makes an offhand comment you both leaning on the table watching the two wrestle. A camera pans over your shoulder before cutting to both of your faces. "Say, gentleman. How's a drink sound right now?"

"A drink, you say?"

"Yeah."

"Then I would have to say yes-"

"Oi!" Spencers head flicks up, starring between you and Amanda. "They are MY drinkin' buddy!" The camera cuts to black.

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After the shoot, Spencer is hot on your heels walking towards the break room before he pulls you into a random empty office. "Hey, you are doing okay... right? You know that nothing I say while wearing this," his fingers point up and down his body, "means anything real."

"I know, I know, and thank you for trying to tone it down today. I-just, I really want the fans to like the episode but I feel like I ruined it being my over-anxious self. I just-"

"Hey, hey," Spencer wraps his arms around you as tears well in your eyes, his hand rubs up and down your back in a soothing motion. "The fans are going to love it just because they love you, I mean there's a reason I clickbait you in almost every episode..."

You both laugh, "I hate that you always find a way to make me laugh, Spence."

"And I hate that you hate me, what can I do to fix that?"

"Well... you could kiss me?" Spencer places a kiss to your forehead. "No- I mean like-"

"Mean what?"

"Now you're just being mean, Spence." Spencer chuckles before picking up your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. You sigh content against his lips loving the way you can feel Spencer physically relax as you fall into each others arms before pulling away.

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Gentlemen x Jenga!!

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username01 Spencer's immediately dropping character to support their partner (name) is the most wholesome thing on the internet besides puppies and kittens. 🥹💕

↳ username46 ehh, I think (yourshipname) has them beat by a longshot

username24 Okay but Shayne falling out of his chair doesn't need to be THAT funny 😆

username88 (name) not being able to hear and shouting at Amanda (playfully) is one of the greatest comedic pieces on this channel, love the lore update!

username39 15:45 "Don't tell me you're actually going to listen to this unchivalrous, undefined, uncivil, and highly impolite individual?" Okay but why does this line kinda go hard???

username70 PLEASE BRING BACK ANGELA AND TREVOR!!!

username03 Not Spencer getting jealous over Angela at the end 🤣

username50 15:01 "If you gentlemen are done grasping each other's garments we really must make haste of this game..." - Shayne Topp, 2024 everyone 👏

username27 That shot of Amanda and (name) standing and watching over Spencer and Shayne was SOOO cinematic, Alex was cooking on this one!! 🧑‍🍳☝️

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[vintagegirl01]

So excited for this!! Can’t wait to see what will happen? Will there be stark differences between the book and musical? How much? How little? Similarities?

Also, still waiting to hear back from Tumblr support/IT regarding the issues with being able to send and receive messages from you all. Miss communicating with you all so much but it’s a waiting game I suppose.

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OHMYOGJG GOS ITS HAPPENING ITS HAPPENING OHM GK OHHH MYOG GOD

[cheshireliam]

William Rex 2nd Birthday Campaign: Story (2024)

Chapters 1 - 3

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

Warnings and FAQ

!! Contains spoilers from William's main story !!

1st Birthday Campaign Story

—

I occasionally find myself reminiscing about the very first time I touched the pair of hands that took lives and gave freedom to others at the same time.

I have no regrets about surrendering everything in my life to those hands.

That’s why, today too, I’m by your side and singing my songs of love for you to my heart's content.

…

On my beloved’s birthday, I went to see my lover earlier than anyone else.

Kate: Happy birthday, Will!

William: Thank you, Kate. Looks like my little robin woke up earlier than usual today.

Kate: I did that to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.

William: Ahh, so that’s why this morning feels more wonderful.

William: What’s that tea trolley with the delicious looking black tea and sandwiches?

Kate: It’s your special birthday breakfast. I borrowed the kitchen this morning to prepare it.

Kate: Ah, but that's not all. I have more surprises prepared for you today—

William: … Fufu.

Kate: Will?

William: Nothing. I shall not doubt your confidence.

My cheeks turned red, it made me both happy and embarrassed to hear his jolly laughter.

Kate: Today’s your special day, and it has to be memorable for you.

Kate: I’m sorry for being so greedy.

William: You know that your greediness is what I love most about you, villainous woman.

Will smiled and gently pulled me closer by the waist.

William: Come, Kate. I shall enjoy the best breakfast with my adorable lover.

After finishing the dessert strawberries,

William: So, what does my greedy little robin want to do today?

Kate: What do you say about going to a photography studio to have your photograph taken?

William: A photograph… I’ve never thought of that.

Kate: I want to immortalise you, the embodiment of evil, as the fairytale keeper.

Kate: Words are wonderful indeed, but I feel that photographs are meaningful as well.

May my records of the self-righteous King’s sins be passed down from generation to generation, like a spoonful of poison warning against committing evil deeds.

“Look, the self-righteous King will come if you commit evil deeds. Therefore, you must never be evil”.

Because a fairytale can only end when evil has received judgement.

Kate: … You don’t want to?

William: I’d love to, this is a wonderful present you thought of. Thank you, Kate.

Kate: I’m relieved to hear that. Knowing you, there must already be one or two photos of you taken without your consent,

Kate: Besides, Her Majesty is quite a big fan of taking photos… right?

William: Yes, there's even a saying that “she is the pride of England’s photography”.

William: However, excluding a few candid shots Victor took, there has never been a proper photograph of me.

Kate: Why is that so?

William: Her Majesty never allows herself to be photographed. It’s unfair that I’m the only one being photographed, right?

William: Even though she has a role to play in this evil too, I’m the only one being known as the villain.

William’s exaggerated shrug brought a smile to my face without me realising it.

William: My “very first” photograph. I love this present from you.

(Will’s first… hehe)

Kate: Then let’s hurry to the photography studio. I have the carriage ready— ah.

When I was about to stand up and head out, Will pulled me back and I fell into his chest.

William: Before that, I want a birthday kiss.

Kate: … But we’ll be late for the photoshoot.

(I want a kiss too.)

(But I know that if we kiss, we won't be able to stop.)

William: You’re being a naughty girl, saying things that go against what your heart desires and making me out to be the bad guy.

William: Kate, “what do you want”...?

He easily exposed my innermost desires, unravelling my heart like loosening a knot.

There was no point trying to hide anything from Will.

Kate: I want a kiss.

William: Then shall we do that until we get tired of it?

…

We would never get tired of kissing, so we reluctantly parted our lips and made our way to the studio just in time.

Studio Owner: I’ve been awaiting your arrival!

Studio Owner: We have lovely weather today, so we can have a photoshoot both indoors and outdoors.

Studio Owner: Where would you like to have your photos taken?

Kate: … Will would look amazing outdoors. Ah, but he looks good indoors too.

Studio Owner: Ahaha, let’s do both then. This way, please.

Kate: Oh, thank you…

William: You’re so lovely when you’re being loyal to your desires. Well then, I shall live up to your expectations.

The photoshoot began a few minutes later, and it didn't take me long to realise what Will meant by those words.

(W-William… he looks PERFECT!)

With every pose Will struck, I could only sigh in awe.

William: How do I look, Kate?

Kate: … Perfect. Ah, please show us a wink.

William: Ahahaha! I’m glad you're enjoying this.

— At that moment, the doorbell at the entrance of the studio rang.

An elderly couple walked in.

Elderly Woman: My, are we a little too early?

William: We were just about to take a break. Would you like to proceed with your photoshoot?

…

Studio Owner: Let’s start the photoshoot! Alright, here we go.

We decided to watch the elderly couple during their photoshoot.

Under the clear blue sky, their smiles and the present moment were captured with every click of the camera shutters.

(They lived a long life together snuggled up like this… how beautiful.)

Watching them hold hands, their hands wrinkled from old age, my chest felt tight.

“Destruction” awaited Will and I with open arms at the end of our love story.

There was no knowing for certain that our destruction wouldn't come tomorrow.

There might never come a day when we could lean on each other lovingly like that elderly couple.

(Even so, I have no regrets. I will continue to live freely by Will’s side until the final moment of my life.)

(It's my freedom and my heart’s desire to love him until the end.)

The heart that Will set free continues beating to this day.

William: ...

William: I have a favour to ask of you, Kate.

Kate: What is it? It’s your birthday, so I’ll do anything you want.

William: Sounds promising. Well then, will you take a photo together with me?

Kate: Together?

William: Yes. You’re allowed to refuse if you don't want to be remembered as the self-righteous King’s lover.

Kate: Let’s take a photo together!

Kate: … Actually… I’ve been wanting to take a photo with you…

William: Ahahaha! I had a feeling you did.

William: If that's the case, let us flaunt our evil to the fullest.

— I wonder what the people looking at our photographs in the future will think of us?

Will they think of me as a foolish woman who was spell-bound by the sinful self-righteous king, leading to my own destruction?

(I don't care what they’ll say about me.)

(Because my heart is free and happy.)

…

Upon returning to the castle after the photoshoot, I guided Will to the dining room.

All the members of Crown were present to celebrate his birthday as planned.

We had cake decorated with strawberries, enjoyed a delicious feast, and drank wine until late into the night—

…

Kate: Mm… nn…

I was roused from my sleep by the gentle sunlight hitting my eyelids, my body wrapped in the sheets and the heat from last night still lingering.

(Ah, Will and I got intimate last night, and we fell asleep right after—)

(Is Will still asleep?)

I slowly lifted my head from Will’s chest that smelled like roses and caught his eyes, the colour of blood gazing at me.

His eyes seemed to hide a gentle rainfall.

Kate: … Will?

William: … Kate.

William: How many more of such special moments will we have?

His tone sounded more serious than usual, I gazed at Will while being held close to his chest and listening carefully to his every word.

William: I don't mean that I’ll let you die easily, but…

William: We’ll never know for sure whether fate will take you away tomorrow.

Kate: Yeah…

William: However, that won't make me regret or give up on loving you…

William: No, instead, that’s why I—

Kate: Will, mm…

William pressed his lips to mine.

The kiss felt more passionate than usual, and I found myself reflexively clinging to his shirt—

Our lips finally parted and he whispered in between ragged breaths.

William: I will risk everything I have to love you.

William: I will listen to and cherish the voices from your heart, and sing the melody of the finest love song.

At that very moment, Will and I shared the same emotion in our hearts.

We didn't know what would happen tomorrow, making that moment all the more precious.

I felt alive.

Kate: Sometimes… I wonder…

Kate: What kind of facial expression will I be wearing when my ultimate destruction comes?

Kate: I think… I’ll surely be smiling happily.

William: … And when I’m holding your happily smiling dead body in my arms, your poison will spread and stop my breathing too.

Kate: … At that point of time, shall we go to sleep together at the finishing line?

William: … Yeah, sounds good to me.

William: But let's put that plan on hold for a bit.

William: For now, may I kiss those beautifully wicked lips of yours that can charm even the most sinful of men?

Kate: Yes… kiss me, Will.

Kate: Mm… nn…

William: Kate…

The desire in his gaze, the smell of roses in the air, the feeling of his hot fingertips on my skin.

Everything Will gave me fueled my desires and made me breathe.

(I was as good as dead before I met Will.)

I spent my life suppressing and killing my heart, ignoring my inner voice.

I felt lost, not knowing what I wanted.

Loving Will might’ve made me born again.

Kate: Will, Will…

William: … Hm?

Kate: If I keep being loved like this… I might never bear to leave you.

William: Want to hear something that’ll benefit you?

Kate: …? What is it? Please tell me.

William: I requested a day off on the day after my birthday.

William: Because I wasn't confident that I’d be able to let you leave this bed.

Kate: E-Eh…?

I was surprised for a brief moment before I burst out laughing.

Kate: … Fufu, ahaha!

Kate: I didn't expect you to surprise me again this year!

William: It’s not as if you don't know that I’m very loyal to my desires?

Kate: Yes, of course I know that.

William: So, Kate. Shall we make love in bed again, or—

Kate: I want it all. Give me a taste of everything.

William: Alright. … I was just thinking the same thing.

William: We’ll make love so hard, you’ll have scratches on your back.

Kate: Ah.

Will laughed as I looked in surprise at the scratches I left on his back last night.

…

A few days after Will’s birthday.

I went to the photo studio to collect the photos we took on his birthday—

Studio Owner: Huh? Didn't you just come to pick up your photos earlier on?

Kate: Eh? Was Will here?

Studio Owner: Yes. Fufu, the two of you sure think alike. The photos turned out wonderful too.

(I missed him. … This is embarrassing.)

(But it makes me wonder if Will was looking forward to seeing the photos. I’m happy if that's true.)

Kate: Thank you for taking such wonderful photos of us.

Studio Owner: …

Studio Owner: When he came to collect the photos, I told him “you look happy”.

Kate: Eh?

Studio Owner: But—

– Flashback Start -

William: Happy, huh. That’s strange, because people can never know what’s in another person’s heart.

William: Even though someone appears to be happy, they may be burdened by the feelings of loneliness, conflict…

William: Take these photographs for example. When the future generations look at them, it’s up to them how they want to feel.

William: But that's alright.

William: … Only the people in the photographs know the truth.

– Flashback End –

Studio Owner: That was why I couldn't help but ask him a question.

Studio Owner: “Is your heart happy?”

Kate: What did Will… what did he say?

Studio Owner: “It is, as long as I’m living with her”.

Kate: … I-Is that so?

(I… I see.)

Unexpectedly learning of Will’s genuine feelings made me so, so incredibly happy, I nearly cried.

At that very moment, I felt truly happy.

[cryptidghostgirl]

so sorry for this (very) specific request hope it's not ocish

anyways alastor x wife reader who's a virologist / kinda a mad scientist??(girl just wants to start a apocalypse without anyone to bother her)

Like they got married for mutual benefits (whatever benefits he would gain and her having access to money for her wildest dreams) when they were humans (whether he actually loves her or not is up to you lmao)

They both die (I assume that she would die around when he died from her own negligence caused by her 'freedom' to do her work more often without actually worrying about him finding out) and she avoids him like the plague (not that hard to realize this so called radio demon is your 'husband' when you find his secret stash of 'local cuisine' in the fridge)

Then he goes missing and she finally kinda goes out of makeshift hiding, just chilling doing her evil deeds before finding about the Hazbin Hotel from some gossip

Deciding that, while redemption is most likely not gonna happen mostly for the fact she does not care, she joins Charlie's little program. For her own little project (just wants to have a angel test subject, gotta see if they can be a good carrier for her little virus)

The reader doesn't know that Alastor's back (you think she's gonna use vox tech? Or listen to the radio? Girl uses a non vox tech phone and maybe a computer and does her work) so she goes and knocks on the door to the hotel

Thinking that this shit is gonna be easy, after all her husband is gone so she won't be bothered by him. She can focus on her beautiful creations and maybe destory hell and heaven with a apocalypse for some laughs. While also getting access to heaven through Charlie somehow (maybe even Lucifer, girl doesn't know nor care)

Anyways you can just IMAGINE her surprise that right after Charlie greets her (Vaggie ofc suspicious af cause she knows damn well no sinner wants to be redeemed for the most part) then here comes the strawberry pimp coming to say hello

Would he recognize his lovely wife? Maybe

Ofc reader had a plan, and by plan I mean she just says they were married and now acts like their divorced (death do us part and we fuckin dead)

(Just for example, do what you want <3)

Anyways I'm sorry again (can you tell that I've been watching a lot of mlp infection aus :') )

A/N bestie,, i love an overly detailed request. no apologies. i hope i did it justice <3 <3 I have literally been obsessing over the whole 'we're dead. we've been parted.' reader idea. It's so fun. Also I am very sorry it took me so long to get to this. Also, I am not a woman nor am I in STEM (I'm an enby in history) so apologies if science stuff in this is bad. I'm basing the character off of Entrapta (my love) from Nate Stevenson's She-Ra remake.

Till Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Mad Scientist!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Gore. Murder. Bodies. Animal cruelty (not detailed at all just like test subjects and burning ants as a kid). Viruses/plague talk. Just capital d Death all around in this one folks. Suicide and starvation briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,584

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Y/n hadn't been sad when Alastor died. It didn't really even register on her radar that he was gone until the police showed up at her door. Their marriage was more of an agreement than anything else, a division of labor. Y/n was a talented virologist who came from a rather wealthy family. He got access to her money, using it to start his own radio studio, and Y/n? Well Y/n got a clean up crew.

She had always been fascinated by death. It was a morbid curiosity that had followed her since childhood. The typical 'burning ants with a magnifying glass to mass murderer' pipeline only, murder was not exactly her objective. Since learning of the Black Death in school, she had been fascinated by biological warfare and weaponry. The stories of soldiers throwing infected bodies over the walls of city's to break down their defenses? It was magnificent, masterful, absolutely awe inspiring. Living through the Spanish Flu epidemic in 1918, watching how it tore through her city of New Orleans, only furthered her determination.

As soon as she had had the knowledge base to do so, she began working on bio-weapons on her own. She wanted to create a disease, to devastate the world. She wanted to watch the things around her crumble into ruin and know it was by her hand.

She'd found out about Alastor's hobby by accident. They were friends, of a sort, in that Y/n would show up randomly where ever he was and quiz him about radio waves. He worked at a radio station and she knew that. She had followed him, tracked him down. There was no reasoning behind it save he was the first person she'd really found out about that was involved in the business in New Orleans. She would pick his mind about getting the word out about things, marketing, advertising. She was prepping for the main event, for the day she finally created her magnum opus.

One day, when she had shown up unannounced at his door and broken in when he didn't respond to her knocking, Y/n had discovered him dismembering one of his victims. Alastor had stared at her, wide eyed in shock, fear and adrenaline mixing into an intoxicating combination in his veins. Y/n had just smiled.

She had been wondering about human experimentation for a while now. Animals were easy to cover up, easy to bury in the back yard but people? It had always been too risky, up until now anyways.

So it went like this: Y/n funded Alastor's dreams and he hid the side effects of hers. When he died, Y/n didn't really feel anything too strongly about it at all. Yes, it made life harder in that if she wanted to keep using human guinea pigs she'd have to figure out a way to dispose of them on her own but it also made it easier. Alastor had always been so obsessed with image, dragging her to office parties and forcing her to sit down to meals with him. Now that he was gone, she could work on her projects in peace once again. The body thing was something she would figure out along the way. She was smart and she wasn't going to let something like that stop her, not when she was this close to cracking it.

As it turns out, Alastor had been more of a help than Y/n believed. So used to his nattering and persistence, she had stopped eating. It wasn't long before she joined her husband in death. The papers of course had a field day with it. Heiress and Virologist Y/n L/n Withers Away Due to Heartbreak. Y/n L/n Starved Herself to Death and Joins her Murderer of a Husband. Virologist Commits Suicide After Revelation of Dead Husband's Criminal Deeds.

When Y/n had woken up in Hell, her whole world had been turned upside down. If there was life after death, what was the point of killing everyone on earth? She was back at square one.

Rumors were already buzzing through the streets of Hell about some new overlord, some Radio Demon, who had a strikingly similar MO to her husband. Not wanting any distractions this time around, Y/n secluded herself in the outskirts of the pride ring to reformulate her plans.

For decades she worked, trying to create a poison to wipe out the dual planes of the underworld. Work was easier here. No one questioned why she bought the things she bought, no one got upset when people went missing. Hell, no one even blinked twice if they saw her burying a body. It was a veritable paradise for Y/n.

Eventually, news reached her of the Radio Demon's disappearance. Y/n had never been the biggest fan of technology that wasn't involved in her work. In the world of the living, she had barley read the papers. All the machines in her laboratory were ones she had built herself through trial and error. But still, somehow, the news reached her and she felt elated. The last thing weighing her down, the last road block had officially been lifted.

Within seven years, she had perfected the disease. Having run tests on lower rings of Hell, she prided herself on her ability to make it so infections, so deadly. The survival was on par with that of unvaccinated human's infected by rabies. But her plan wasn't complete, no. Taking out everyone in Hell wasn't good enough, she had to figure out how to get it into Heaven as well.

That was when the perfect opportunity fell in her lap. Y/n nearly cried when she caught sight of the interview through the window of a shop selling Vox branded TVs. Charlie Morningstar, Lucifer's little brat, was creating a hotel for sinners, where they could be rehabilitated and sent to Heaven. It was perfect, almost too perfect. Y/n didn't question it, her own excitement blinding her. She barley even took the time to come up with a plan that consisted of more than get into the hotel and get her hands on an angel. She figured that was something that could be dealt with later on.

After a few days of research and snooping, she finally made her move. Having packed her bags and woven her way through the streets of Pentagram City, she found herself before the brightly lit marquee of the Hazbin Hotel. Placing her bag on the ground beside her, the test tubes and various paraphernalia inside clinked gently against one another. Raising her hand, she knocked on the door.

It was Charlie herself who answered, with wide eyes and an earnest smile. A smaller moth demon beside her crossed her arms, eyeing Y/n with doubt. It barley registered with the excitable demon, she was used to the strange looks. The new form Hell had granted her with when she died was odd, after all. She was still the same height, still held a roughly human shape, but her hair had become its own beast. It moved like secondary limbs, falling nearly to the floor from the pigtails she had tied it up into. It shot up into the air around her in joy at the sight of yet another open door in her path, this one literal rather than figurative.

"Hello!" Charlie exclaimed, "Are you here to check in?"

"Yes, check in." Y/n nodded, using her hair to pick her bag back up.

She took a step forward, trying to enter the hotel, but found her path blocked by the smaller grey demon. Her arms were uncrossed now, one of them pointing a spear right at Y/n's neck. Y/n didn't flinch, she simply looked down at it in curiosity, reaching a finger up to touch the end.

"Ow." she said flatly as the spear's tip pressed into the pad of her finger.

Raising it to her eyes, she rubbed the droplet of blood that had pooled on her pointer finger with her thumb before turning back to the spear.

"Is this..." Y/n leaned forward, grabbing the spear's shaft.

"Hey!" Vaggie yelled threateningly as Y/n crouched down, examining the weapon carefully.

"Oh my stars, this is an angelic blade, isn't it?" she exclaimed, her eyes still fixed on the spear.

"Uh..."

Vaggie was more confused now than anything and she took the slightest step away from the excited demon. Y/n followed her and soon, they were in the entry way to the hotel. Charlie watched the scene play out with mild amusement, finding her girlfriends bewildered state rather charming. She let the door fall shut.

"It is, isn't it?" Y/n asked again, "But how did you get it? Did you make it? What do you do with it? Is it more effective than normal weapons? Why a spear? I-"

"What's this, we have a new guest?" a crackling voice cut Y/n off.

"Uh, yes!" Charlie stepped in, turning to face the newcomer.

Y/n, still preoccupied with the spear, was now engaged in trying to get Vaggie to let her hold it.

"I think..." Charlie doubtfully added, her brow furrowing at the site.

"Well well well, a little devil." Alastor hummed, turning to watch the show as well, "Honestly, reminds me of someone I knew back when I was alive and kicking. Ah well, what's her name?"

"I don't... actually know that yet." Charlie admitted, fiddling with her hands a bit as she spoke, "But she seems really enthusiastic about being here!"

"It seems she more interested in that spear of Vaggie's than the idea of redemption." Alastor noted in response.

"Are either of you going to help me or are you just gonna sit and watch?" Vaggie exclaimed, trying her best to pry the spear out of Y/n's grip.

Alastor sighed and with a twirl of his microphone, a shadow arose, pulling Y/n off Vaggie. There was a split second where the smile on the girl's face fell. It quickly returned as she caught sight of what exactly had interrupted her escapades. Placing her bag on the floor with her hair, she wormed around in the shadow's arms, turning to face it. Tentatively, she poked it.

"Would you stop that?" Alastor asked, his voice thick with irritation.

Y/n poked the shadow again.

"What is this? How are you doing this?"

When no response came from the demon in question, she at last turned to face him.

"Oh."

She stilled in her movements and Alastor allowed the shadow to disappear.

"No reason to be scared." Charlie quickly stepped in, "I know Alastor here has a bit of a... reputation, but he is actually helping us at the hotel. He's really a great once you get to know him."

Alastor's smile widened as he bowed his head slightly in recognition of the praise.

"If you're going to be staying her-"

"You can't seriously be thinking of letting her stay here, Charlie." Vaggie cut in, "She's been here what, five minutes? And all thats come of it is chaos."

"Vaggie, come on, don't be like that." Charlie turned to her girlfriend, "Everyone deserves a second chance, that's the whole reason we built this place."

"But does she even want to be redeemed? I mean, what if she's... I don't know, trying to take us down from the inside out? What if she's a journalist or some shit trying to write us bad reviews?"

"You flatter me." Y/n smiled and Vaggie scoffed.

"See?"

"Isn't that all the more reason to let her in? Vaggie, if she is undercover as a journalist or something, we just have to prove to her how amazing what we're doing here is."

"I don't know... I've never seen her before, what if she's another one Vox sent?"

Y/n shook her head, sticking her tongue out slightly in disgust at this notion and Alastor chuckled. There really was something so familiar about this demon and her antics. Even if she was a tad irritating, it was a comfortable familiarity.

"Then we will figure it out, same way we did with Sir. Pentious. Okay?"

"Fine." Vaggie relented at last with a sigh.

Smiling brightly, Charlie turned back to Y/n.

"So, hi. I'm Charlie, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! What's your name?"

Y/n's eyes flicked back and forth between Alastor and Charlie for a moment before settling on Charlie.

"Y/n L/n."

Alastor let out a little laugh of disbelief, a sound he had meant to keep in. He couldn't help it. Of course this little mess of a demon was his favorite crazy wife. Alastor had looked for Y/n on occasion, always keeping an eye on news involving anything scientific but, he had never found a trace. Not that he'd admit it but, in their time together, he had grown rather fond of the girl. Not love, never love, but a sort of familial feel. Everyone turned to face him.

"Are you alright, Alastor?" Charlie asked, walking over to him and placing a hand on his arm which he quickly brushed off.

"Yeah, do you know her or something?" Vaggie added, "Is she dangerous?"

"No..." he paused, his brow slightly furrowed, "She's my wife."

The room fell silent.

"You... you didn't recognize your own wife?" Vaggie asked in disbeleif.

"Ex-wife." Y/n corrected with a little sigh.

This was all becoming so tedious. She hadn't come here to sit and talk with people. While the spear and the shadow had been fun, they had both run their courses and she just wanted to get to work.

"I..." Alastor turned back to Y/n, "Ex-wife?"

Y/n shrugged.

"So you didn't recognize your wife and you didn't know you were divorced?" Vaggie asked, rubbing her temples, "Jesus fuck, man."

"I..." Alastor cleared his throat, "We were married when we were alive. I didn't even know she was dead yet."

"Yeah." Y/n shrugged, "Turns out all your nattering was what was keeping me alive. I forgot to eat, starved to death."

Alastor's eyes softened slightly for a moment at the notion. She had needed his care so badly that she had died with out it. It felt good, in a strange way. Satisfying. They darkened again as he recalled her earlier statement.

"Ex-wife?" he asked again, taking a step towards Y/n.

She looked up at him, her expression blank.

"Yeah?"

"When did we get a divorce!" Alastor exclaimed once he realized she would say nothing else on the matter without his prompting.

"Oh! We didn't." Y/n nodded, smiling slightly, "Now, can I go to my room?"

"No, Y/n. Why are you calling yourself my ex-wife? We are still married."

Y/n looked around at Charlie and Vaggie, seeing if they were going to back up her claim. Sighing, she turned back to Alastor.

"Do I really have to lay it out for you?" she paused and Alastor just stared at her, eyebrows raised, "Jesus. Uh, Al, we died."

"Yes...?"

"Till death do us part? That was the agreement."

"I... Well..." he was at a complete and total loss for how to respond.

She wasn't wrong, he just didn't like her answer very much.

"So... the agreement is done... yeah?"

"I mean," Alastor shook his head slightly, "I guess?"

"Great! Can someone please show me to my room now."

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Next Part -> Till Death Do Us Part pt. 2

[sky-snz]

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the art installation

7:50AM

“Hey. Did you have the last dino egg oatmeal packet? … Oh, here it is. No, I, *g’hm*… I just want something warm. Thanks for collapsing the box.”

“Eight o’clock. I just got up a bit late. Install starts today. I have a full crew called.”

“Vitamins? Wha- I don’t sound weird, I just got up. Fine. Mmm. Chalky.”

9:24AM

“Can you help us bring in the delivery?”

“The- *ah’hemm-g’rmm!* Sorry, the delivery.”

“We’ve got everything we need from carp, but the window still needs rigging hardware, *snff!* so while we move it in, can your guys take care of that? Excellent.”

“How’s the- heHt’Chxgnn-!!-uhh, ‘Scuse me, thank you. Do we have enough- haht’TCHIUHh!! Unh. *snrff!* Sorry. Umb…”

1:02PM

“It’s how she ha’ded it to mbe. *snnrff!* You could see the mbasodite jutting out from behind. I just bade a desciod, took like five bidutes.”

“Okay, I’ll ask her dext tibe.”

“*snnrk!* ….Umb, yeah… *snrff!* Sorry, it’s probably all the dust frob the shop.”

“Uh, after rigging, we still deed to paidt the studio floor, and, umb… Sorry, I thigk I bight sdeeze…”

“…hh-Hh! hih! Oh, is it dot—? Heih! Ohh… Sorry. *snrgk!*”

“But yeah, the… the floor’hh…. hhzZZSCHHIOOO!!! *snnrgk!* Scuse be, lord. *ahem!* Yeah, I’b fide.”

“I did take my break. *snrf!*”

2:15PM

“hh’Thagk you’hh… *hsnnrffh* Yeah. What’s up? Uh, I thigk we bight leave paidti’g for last today. I- hAAESCHhiu!! -Whad? hiHH-! HAAESSCHHIU!!”

“*snrgk!* Sorry, I’b- yY’ESSCHHIOO!! Just give be… ooh… a hot seco’d- eiyY’ESSCHIUE-!!”

…

“Cad’t talk right dow. I’b soh-hiiHh-!”

“hhdt'SCHHIEWW!! AASSHIEWWw!! -heiH?? HAASSHIEWW!!!”

“*sddrff! gsnrf~* Sorry. Thagks. See ya.”

…

*slam, click*

"hhhhHH,”

“HAAAESCHIEWWw!!”

“-ESCHHIUE-!!! heHh! HAAED’SCHIUHhh!!! -AASSCHHIUE-!!!”

“*sddrk*…. g’hh…. h-hihh-??”

“hAAEESCHIEWW!!! *koF, KoFF!* Eesschiew!! -isschiew!!”

“hhhHHHH-?”

“HAASSCHHhioo-!!”

...

“ughh…”

…..

“*koF, sdrf!*”

“….*ahem~*….“

…

“-hAAESSHIEUHh!! -Fugck’s sake, *snNDRFF!*”

2:57PM

“Hmb? *sdrf!* We’re still riggi’g, but- oh. Like, just mbe? I’b… a little tired.”

“Yeah. Baybe. I’ve beed sdeezi’g all day, but I thought it was just allergies.”

“Really? I’b that warb?”

“…Okay.”

…

“Hey, ub. I’b taki’g off. *hsngk* Text be if you have ady questiods.”

3:20PM

“Hi… Ndo, I’b still id the waiti’g roob. UHt’CHIUHhh!! *snrg!* Thagks. Doe, you dod’t have to cobe, I- dt'CHIEWW-!! Ah. *sdrff!* Thagk you. *snrk!* I’ll just cobe hobe right after.”

“But… uhh… I- hiHh-! HAAED’TCHIEWW!!! *snngk!* Ah,*sddrfh!* Unh... I’b so sorry. *sngk!* Thadk you.”

“…Okay. *hsnrf* I’ll see you sood.”

[harunayuuka2060]

Satan: *observing MC*

MC: *studying the book they've brought when they were dragged by Satan*

Satan: Are you a bookworm?

MC: Yeah.

Satan: ...

Satan: How are you feeling? Any shortness of breathe?

MC: A little bit stuffy, yeah.

Satan: Ah. You need Devil's energy.

MC: Devil's energy? What's that? Energy drink of hell?

Satan: *laughs* Something like that, yes. You're going to die without it.

MC: Nah. I'm good. I tried fasting for a week and I'm still alive. *flips to the other page*

Satan: Hm. Are you a virgin?

MC: Yes. Why?

Satan: Have you never been curious on what it's like to have sex?

MC: That's a weird question. But no.

Satan: You're lying. *chuckles*

Satan: Before we came here, I saw your collection of obscene materials. Don't try to deny those.

MC: Ah, those? We were required to watch them.

Satan: Huh? *sits down next to them* *seemingly interested*

Satan: Required?

MC: Yes. It's a test whether you're interested on committing it or not.

Satan: Uh-huh. And if you do?

MC: Then they will advise you to leave. Instead of pretending to be holy.

Satan: And those videos didn't convince you to do the deed? *smirking*

MC: No. Though, it did open my curiousness on something.

Satan: And that is?

MC: Human anatomy.

Satan: ...

Satan: Pft— HAHAHAHAHA!

MC: What?

Satan: Would you like to describe that in detail?

MC: Er... No, I don't think I'm good at describing. I lack vocabulary when it comes to things like that.

Satan: You're really interesting, descendant of Solomon.

MC: ...

MC: This is an art studio, isn't it?

Sitri: Yes. I've overheard your conversation with His Majesty Satan.

Sitri: I'm willing to be your test subject, Solomon.

MC: ...

MC: No, thank you.

Sitri: *his eyes widened* *then his expression becomes sad*

Sitri: Do you not find me beautiful?

MC: ...

MC: You know your handsome. But you're trying to make me a scientist, which I'm not.

MC: And stop calling me Solomon. I have my own name. *frowning at him a little*