#that involves angels/demons should really answer that one

[fallowyrm]

Experiencing weird feelings regarding someone identifying as a w******, it certainly isn't my place to assume they aren't native american but it still strikes an uncomfortable chord in me as they seem to be unaware of cultural attitudes towards the spirit. Have there been community discussions surrounding this topic before? I'd really be curious to hear them, and to especially hear from native alterhumans from whose cultures this spirit belongs.

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

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FEMALE VERSION HERE

GN VERSION HERE

“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

[crooked-wasteland]

Hello there, it's nobody again. (rimshot)

Today I wanted to talk about an idea that I have been speculated in my head for a bit of time. That being the fact that the concept of story being in the afterlife doesn't seem to really exist at least from a writing standpoint.

At first, the idea of Hell being more so an actual livable society of demons and sinners seems interesting, but the execution makes it get boring fast, especially in the case of helluva boss S2 where a bunch of the World building feels really confusing. (Crimson's mafia, the rehab center, and the anti-blitz party and all the confusing morals there.) There's also the case of Heaven and Hell being effectively the coin (or more accurately ball) of each other considering that it's implied that heaven still has working services or activities involved.

Then in the case of Hazbin Hotel. (Though I haven't seen or plan to watch the show) A pattern I've notice from critical reviews is how lacking the backstories are. Sinners characters like Angel dust or Husk don't get focus on their pre-death lives. We are given background to their hell lives, but they're mortal history in comparison feels like an afterthought. We don't really have any context to what made them sinners in the first place. This problem of lacking origins even affects characters like Charlie, as we have no context as to why she's so adamant on her plans of redemption.

It reminds me a lot of the JJ Abrams Mystery Box philosophy of just hiding something for the sake of hiding and not really creating a solidary answer for us or even their selves. Not every character needs to get explained immediately or do so in complete detail. (Take Alaster's case). But I feel like they should have at least set up the groundwork of how this characters came to be in that sense.

With how unnecessary the past feels it feels as though you could probably rewrite Hazbin as a different style of fantasy. For example, it could be a Sci-Fi story. Heaven and Hell go from being different planes of existence to different planetoids. Maybe heaven the privileged class staying on the moon to planet hell. Heck, you could even put helluva boss in there still. Just have them go to different planets and they still have the idiotic society jokes that Viv took from Invader Zim.

Again it's not a perfect transition but the fact that you could mostly scrape off the red paint of the hell verse and you could potentially get the same story in a different circumstances feels bizarre. But it makes sense given that Zoophobia, Viv's first big project was effectively a mashed-up world consisting of all the cool ideas and character types that she liked at the time, some of which transitions later into the helluva verse.

Anyway I'd like to hear your thoughts on my silly Theory and I hope you have a nice day.

Hello again Nobody.

I have also made the comparison and reference to JJ Abrams’ mystery box TED Talk when criticizing Medrano’s works countless times. There’s a really interesting comparison to be made between Medrano’s styles of directing in Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel in this regard.

Season one of Helluva Boss was far from perfect as a story, but where it was lacking felt duly intentional. The mention of Barbie for the first time is delivered with a close up of Verosika’s face, drawing attention to the line and giving it a sense of importance. Similarly, the relationship between Blitz and Fizzarolli is foreshadowed by the framing in Loo Loo Land where the Robot entertainer is large on the screen, surrounded by children. In the same frame, Blitz is small and alone. His closeup comes from a downward angle where Blitz is glaring up at the stage.

These all are very well done. The timing in particular is perfectly balanced to mark the interaction as important. An appropriate and strategic use of closeup shots draw attention to mysteries to be revealed later in the story.

This is a stark contrast to how Hazbin Hotel is dealing with its “mystery”. Charlie’s history with her father is never referenced by the show, so when she is reluctant to call him in Dad Beat Dad, it comes from nowhere. She didn’t seem hesitant to answer his call in the first episode and he did send her to the meeting. So we have to assume that he knows of her Hotel and he has previously shown to be not just willing to help her, but vital to her opportunity. There were no serious questions about Charlie’s relationship to Lucifer that was born from the narrative. Similarly, when people ask what Pentious did to end up in Hell, it never warranted a full flashback. It is something not so important to the larger story that the pretentious trial confession is absurdly overblown. It's a question born from not understanding the characters, not because their story was honestly that important to know. The big mystery reveals are not intentionally set up, but reactive to genuine questions from viewers due to the complete lack of world building and character consistency.

On the note of setting, you are absolutely right and that fact is a huge issue to the structure of the show. Medrano doesn’t understand how setting contextualizes a narrative, after all she doesn’t see the importance of setting for a story, let alone its metanarrative. By being placed in an afterlife, it forces the world to reckon with concepts like morality. If this was in a setting like you suggested; a Sci-fi system where the wealthy elites colonized the moon and the poors are making do on Earth as labor slaves, forced to pillage the planet they live on to their own extinction while struggling to carve out their own societies (or just Piltover and Zaun), you are now looking at the constructs of a world without needing to make a statement on morality. Setting really does matter when you are designing a story. What themes and messages are you trying to send and how your setting and inspiration can contextualize those messages as being academic or dogmatic.

If we were not in Hell, we wouldn’t be gauging the actions and traits of the characters to figure out “what they did wrong” to be in this setting. We would simply know their crime is being unlucky without needing to spend any time actually drawing attention to it.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Eight|

"Michael, I really can't waste time." Y/n says as she walks with Michael. "I have to tell God of my vision before it's too late. Sera is somehow still letting the extermination go on, he needs to know!" Michael stops once they were completely alone, and faces her.

"Sera isn't in control of the exterminations anymore, Y/n." He tells her. Y/n furrows her brows. "Then...why is it still happening?" She asks. Michael sighs, his eyes avoiding her as he speaks. "That's because God has decided to continue it."

Y/n felt her world slow to a grinding halt. "What are you saying?" Why would God allow for the exterminations to continue? He knows there are human souls down there. But human or not, the killings were senseless and unnecessary. So why would he let this go on?

"Y/n, listen, it's not what you think." Michael tries to explain. "Not what I think?" Y/n repeats. "God is allowing the massacre of countless defenseless people! They're already damned for eternity, this is just insult to injury!"

Michael reaches for her hand. "Y/n..."

Y/n took a step away from him. "It's wrong! And you know it's wrong!" She turns and starts to walk. "And God should know that too. But apparently not."

Michael hurries after her. "You can't see him right now. If you must speak with him, then come back-"

"You don't understand!" Y/n stops. "When that extermination starts, it will result in a battle between Adam and Lucifer! Adam will not return! Do you really think it's worth sacrificing the first man for this idiotic slaughter!? Not to mention Lucifer is now involved with this mess!"

"Lucifer has always been involved! He's the one who allowed it!" Michael exclaims.

"Yes, but don't you think he's had enough to actually try and stop it this time? Adam will nearly Charlie for Heaven's sakes! Of course Lucifer is going to be furious!"

"And he knows what awaits him, if he were to get too furious." Michael clenches his fists tightly. Y/n slightly taken back by his change of tone. "Michael..."

"The same goes for the overlords." Michael starts. "The exorcist angels are strong. If enough of them fight together, they can take down an Overlord. But only if there's just one. Overlords have countless souls, and if they ever decided to work together..."

"An exorcist army could prove to be useful. It seems to have intimidated them enough in the past. They know what kind of power Heaven holds and they fear it."

Y/n could understand the fear of demons uprising. Especially from the Overlords and Sins that reside below. But there had to be some other way to keep them from attacking. Surely, extermination was not the answer.

"You never answered my question." Y/n mutters. "Is God willing to sacrifice the first man?" Michael was silent. "There is no outcome where Adam returns. And in the future where he does return...Charlie will be killed. And Lucifer will declare war on Heaven. Do either of those futures sound favorable, Michael?"

Y/n could see the conflict in his eyes as he remains quiet. He had no real answer to give, not one that would make anything about this situation better.

Y/n continued walking. "If you are so instant I can't speak to God, then you can tell him of those futures. Goodbye, Michael."

Michael only watched as she grew further and further away from his sight. He wished he could do or say anything to make her feel better. He's upset her, and he hated himself for it.

But there was nothing he could do now. It's already been decided.

To change the future meant risk, risks that could result in very dire consequences. The slightest bit of altering could lead to disaster when not careful. Y/n knew this better than anyone. And yet, the risks, the consequences did not scare her. Not right now.

Y/n had looked into that same future again, this time she's learned that Charlie and her friends would fight back against Adam using angelic weaponry. One of the Overlords in Hell, Carmilla Carmine, had been producing angelic weapons for some time now. What's more impressive, is that she managed to kill an exorcist angel during last year's extermination.

Y/n knew that this could lead to trouble. If God knew they had gotten their hands on angelic weapons, and were able to kill angels, he might decide to do something far more drastic than just exterminations.

In fact, there was a very real possibility of that happening. An all out attack against Carmilla to cease the production of angelic weapons would occur. Carmilla would of course fight back, but ultimately would loose.

With one Overlord now dead, it would lead to more Overlords striking back. War would be the outcome of it all.

It was then Y/n decided to make sure that future never happens. So, she would do probably the most boldest, and dumbest, thing she would ever do.

In the dead of night, Y/n stood alone in her home, arms outstretched in front of her. She took deep breaths to steady herself. This was acting very far out of line. What she was about to do, could land her in deep trouble. But the very future was on the line, if there was any way she could save it, she would do it.

That same hot air brushed against her skin, causing her to reopen her eyes. There it was, the portal to Hell right in front of her. Y/n could hear her heartbeat in her ears, her shoulders tensed up. She inhaled before taking a step forward.

And there she was, in the belly of the beast. The heart of where all evil lies. This was Hell, in all it's terrible glory.

Up ahead, resting on to of a steep hill, was the same Hotel Y/n had seen so many times in her visions. Y/n hid away her wings and halo to look a little less conspicuous before walking up the path to the hotel.

Y/n didn't know what lies beyond these doors, but she raised her hand and knocked anyway. She waited for a moment before the door was opened, causing her breath to catch.

"Hel...lo?"

Charlotte Morningstar, stood before Y/n with a half smile. It looked as if she were trying to figure Y/n out. Sure, her wings and halo were hidden, but there wasn't much she could do about her robes. It seems Charlie already knew what she was.

Y/n offered a smile. "Hello."

"Uh...Hi?" The princess mutters.

"Charlie, who's at the...What the fuck!?" A shorter demon with long white hair exclaimed. The next thing Y/n knew, there was the edge of a spear pointed at her.

"Wait!" Y/n puts her hands up. "I'm not an exorcist! I'm only here to help!"

"Yeah right. Angels don't help demons." The grey demon scowled. "Wait a minute Vaggie." Charlie says, placing her hand on her shoulder. Charlie looks to Y/n. "Who are you?"

"My name is Y/n." Y/n starts. "I'm here to speak with Lucifer."

"My dad? Why?" Asked Charlie.

"Well, it involves Heaven and the overall state of it, or rather, the state it will be in. I'm hoping I can speak with him to come to some sort of compromise." Y/n tells her.

"Compromise? Wait hang on, what's going on with Heaven?"

"Well, since your last visit, all of Heaven now knows about the exterminations. All but the civilians, of course. I had hoped the exterminations would come to an end, now that it was no longer a secret. But...it seems the exterminations proved to be useful..."

Charlie had a look of panic. "So, there's really no stopping it?" Y/n shakes her head. "I'm sure you know Adam will arrive tomorrow with his army of exorcists. Unfortunately, there is no way I will be able to stop him. This fight is destine to happen, and, the outcome will spark new tensions between Heaven and Hell. And that is why I am here. I wish to prevent a future like that from occurring."

Charlie blinks. "Future?" Y/n then chuckles lightly. "Yes, I can see into the future. I have been able to for many many years. I saw the development of this very hotel shortly after you were born."

"Oh..."

"Anyway." Y/n clears her throat. "I need to speak with Lucifer as soon as I can. May I?"

Charlie nods. "Sure but...He's not like, in trouble is he?" Charlie knew of her father's relationship with Heaven and the angels who inhabit it. She didn't want anything to happen to him, especially now that they've rekindled their relationship.

"No, he's not." Y/n smiles. "Don't worry, as long as I'm able to speak with him. There will no need to worry about anything else. Not for now at least. The future can surprise in many different ways."

"If you say so." Charlie smiles weakly. She then directs Y/n the way where her old home is. There, would be Lucifer. Y/n hasn't even left to find him, and she was already nervous.

She hasn't seen him in so long. She can't help but wonder just how much he's changed over the years.

Y/n landed just outside of the palace gates, she looked up at the towering castle above. It was so quiet, and empty. The people of Hell must have known better than to challenge their king. Y/n did not know of his power, but it must be great to warrant no guards being around to watch for potential threats.

Y/n's heartbeat would be the only thing she'd hear as she grew closer to the entrance. She took a breath before pushing on the large door. It gave way easily, much to her surprise. If the outside was quiet, the inside was dead silent.

Still no guards. No maids or butlers roaming the halls. No servants of any kind. Just...emptiness.

Y/n made her way through the halls, the walls above her decorated with family portraits of the Morningstar family. Y/n stopped in her tracks as she reached one that caught her attention.

It was of Lucifer, Lilith, and Charlie. Charlie looked to be in her late teens, she stood between her mother and father with a nervous look. Her shoulders tensed, and her smile forced. Lilith stood to her left, her beauty just as haunting and captivating as all the other portraits.

Then there was Lucifer to the left. Y/n took a step closer to it. Though he was smiling, there was a look in Lucifer's eyes that Y/n couldn't quite describe. But she knew for certain, it was not happiness.

"You have exactly three seconds to explain yourself."

Y/n gasped sharply at the sudden voice behind her. That voice...

Y/n tensed, unmoving as her breathing came to a stop. She knew that voice.

"Well?"

How could she ever forget that voice?

Y/n slowly turned around, and was met with the King of Hell himself. His horns elongated, a small flame in the center of the two. His beautiful white wings, only broken by red feathers, flared out from his back. His deep red eyes bore into her own.

There he was, in all his hellish glory.

Lucifer Morningstar...

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[winterxisxcomingx]

How would sera react to Emily dating Charlie and vaggie

ready for some angst?

to put it simply, Sera wasn't happy to hear the news

and Emily was afraid to tell her, but... but they already told Charlie's dad and Vaggie's friends... Emily couldn't be the only one to back out

she went alone to talk with sera, her girlfriends waiting for her behind the closed door

(she & her girlfriends were later so thankful for Charlie's good hearing)

Sera expected to hear something she won't like. She expected that Emily committed adultery. Maybe even with woman - after all, she was in hell for so long, bad influence could badly affect her

but it was worse, so so much worse

Sera's first reaction was disgust and resentment. She was looking at younger seraphim with terrifying fury in her eyes, and she didn't think for a second before she slapped Emily's cheek,

"How dare you, Emily, you, the daughter of Heaven, one of God's children, to commit such a sinful sin!"

Emily was too surprised, too confused, to even answer Sera. And Sera never stopped talking, or yelling, really

"...-aughter! You know what Holy Bible said! 'But because of the temptation to sexual immorality, each man should have his own wife and each woman her own husband.' and you're not even a Human nor a soul nor a daughter of both! This is another sin to your growing list of them!"

At that moment, Emily, touching her already swollen and red cheek, started crying. She knew, she knew, she never forgot Heaven's teachings but... but how could that be wrong, this, this shouldn't be wrong! Everyone involved were happy so how-? But she was silenced by Sera, couldn't say a word against her angry monologue

"... Tell me, did you commit adultery too? And with a demon and fallen angel to that? Are you proud of yourself?"

Sera take a hold of Emily's arms, squeezing it way too hard

"S-Sera, please, I beg you, s-stop, I didn't mean to, It isn't like that-"

"Was it worth it, Emily? WERE THEY WORTH IT!?"

The last thing Emily saw, were her girlfriends breaking through the closed door. Charlie already in her beautiful demon form, Vaggie's weapon ready. She heard their voices as her vision was going black. Before she fell onto the floor, she could hear their panicked voices and two pair of hands holding her from falling on the hard floor.

After that, Charlie and Vaggie didn't let Emily see Sera for a long, longest time. Who could blame them, tho?

[faithandbuffy]

Do you like angel the series?

OKAY SO. i know i'm a buffy blog but i hardly ever talk about ats. the thing is. the version of ats that lives in my head is better than the actual show. i like the show but imo it makes multiple missteps that really limit my enjoyment of it. this spiralled as i wrote the answer, so please enjoy my ats sermon.

missteps:

sticks to monster-of-the-week format too much, which isn't a bad thing in theory, but the ats motw are just not very memorable

makes bad decisions for good characters. we all know the writing choices for cordelia were insane, but gunn is one of my favourites and it's so clear the writers hardly ever know what to do with him. and they butcher fred / gunn which i thought worked really well for both their characters.

leaning on broody angel too often. i really like the dorky, more relaxed angel we get in ats. and i really like angelus. but the midpoint where angel is souled but darker is not that fun for me personally and i think they go that way too often.

cordelia being half-demon just being dropped. great potential, never explored.

season 4 in general. some fantastic ideas and a few great moments, but overall this is the season i have the most problems with. i actually really like the beast and jasmine as a concept but i think the severe mishandling of cordelia brings down the season to an extent i don't think the writers expected.

angel / cordelia. comes back to mishandling of cordelia in general. angel and cordelia were a really solid dynamic and when the show loses that you can feel something's missing. they try to fill the gaps with fred and wesley/gunn but it never quite lands.

BUT there are things i think are really good about the show too!

the main cast. while i don't like specific storylines involving some characters, the main cast and their chemistry are really strong. The show is at its high point in my opinion at season 3 when the dynamic of Angel, Cordelia, Fred, Gunn, Wesley is really solid.

this one might be a surprise. connor. i really think connor is super overly hated by fans, because his storyline is one of the best in the show.

wesley betraying the team. what a fantastic storyline for a character i didn't really like until that point. and we get more lilah.

it does fun episodes really well. the puppet episode, the one where they revert back to 16, etc. the cast have good chemistry and it's nice to see them flex their comedic ability more.

darla and drusilla being big bads. darla's storyline in general actually i really like.

that episode with fred against jasmine's acolytes.

finales. good finales throughout.

the rewrites in my head.

illyria came in a little too late to be truly effective for me, i wish she would've been the villain in s4 instead of jasmine. you wouldn't have to even change too many details. (and i think amy acker is better at playing evil than charisma)

faith should have been in it more. this one is so biased because i love faith, but i think if she had been around earlier in season four it would have given us a really solid insight into her state of mind post-prison, and more of a st up for buffy s7. i also think she just works so well on ats with the themes of redemption.

general thoughts

unfortunately ats has the constant shadow of btvs over it. i think if btvs didn't exist it would be one of my favourite shows but you can't help but compare them in your head and buffy just has stronger writing and crafting overall. it's a good show with a great cast and some incredible story moments, but spends too much time bogged down with forgettable one-offs, and character decisions that either don't make sense or aren't explored in a satisfying way.

[kingsmoot]

sorry for being weird on easter, i truly meant mel and jon...

angel baby please do not apologize to me about being weird on easter i was being totally sincere about wanting to consummate jesus' crucifixion wounds 💕

i would like it if one of the side effects of jon's resurrection was that he was now infertile! i think it parallels dany's infertility nicely since the price of her attempt at resurrecting drogo was her fertility. i think it makes sense for the cost of undeath to be the inability to produce life. i like infertility and i don't want dany and jon to have kids. so there's a whole handful of reasons why i would like for jon not to be able to have kids after his resurrection.

we obviously do not have any actual canonically established rules for how mel's shadow magic works but i like to think that her pregnancies do have to be viable actual pregnancies that are transmogriphied into shadow demons. there's some implications that some of the old valyrian genetic experimentation involved child sacrifice iirc and i think some targ women were reported to have birthed dragon-like stillborns so westerosi stem cell research is alive and well and part of a long tradition. also i like when demon shadow murder magic runs on abortion!!

idk if this is answering your question. in the au scenario i briefly mentioned where mel resurrects jon and is like ok you have to knock me up for magical reasons i think it would be fun both if it did or it did not work. actually i think it would be fun maybe if that worked but then jon was not able to actually ever sire any biological children. sperm good enough for shadow magic but not good enough for producing viable progency. alternatively it would be really fun for me if mel knew about the no viable sperm post-resurrection rule so she fucks jon's corpse to try for a viable pregnancy before she brought him back all the way with the kiss of life. impossible to accomplish mechanically but. we're talking about resurrection magic here i don't think i have to be super realistic. [miracle max voice] perhaps he was only mostly dead!!!!

i think jon longs for things that should have been his if he wasn't a bastard. land, titles, heirs. i think it would be fun if his resurrection came at the cost of him ever having natural born children.

but he should definitely still be able to get it up, tho!!!

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

I'm back again. Today we start with a bang, with surprises and with a thousand questions as if we weren't already asking ourselves enough. Vivienne has released the Teaser Trailer for the last (hopefully not) episodes of the second season. Looking at it I immediately started hopping all over my fucking house for the euphoria it gave me and the curiosity it left me with. I'm here to analyze this Trailer with you and to talk about the little theories that come to mind.

Let's start right away by saying from the beginning where the I.M.P group starts makes me already understand that these five episodes will be hard for all of us, a great adventure where we would truly be left speechless, then I believe in Vivzie's great work, so I don't believe that I will be disappointed (my opinion). In fact, we can already see that Blitz and Fizz go out together, perhaps to reconnect with him after the sixth and seventh episodes of the second season. This left me quite touched. I love Fizzarolli, he is my favorite character from Helluva Boss and seeing him again makes me very happy, and I can only imagine the laughter his presence will bring out of me.

But I noticed that these five episodes will ultimately focus on the Lust ring. From the outing with Fizzarolli and Blitz, there's also what looks like a battle between Moxxie and Millie with someone whose face we don't know, do you think it's Stricker again? I don't know, I don't see why he should go to the Lust ring to capture Stolas again, unless his plan is to change as we saw in the fourth episode "Western Energy". Or it could be a new Villain or one already seen in the series, I really can't give a reasonable answer.

But we can all agree that the agents from episode six "Truth Seekers" will be back! We already knew this note because of a post on X (Twitter) but I never expected that they would target the Cherubs from episode four "C.H.E.R.U.B." our little angels that we had abandoned and no longer knew anything about. There were those who theorized that they ended up in hell after they (mistakenly) killed a human being who they should have saved. But seeing them like this again I can only think that they just wandered the earth. So you mean to tell me that these little cherubs banished from paradise didn't end up in hell but remained wanderers on earth? It's a question that needs a clear answer. I really couldn't explain this. We only know that the two agents took them, but the question is: for what purpose? Someone might answer me: "To prove that angels exist like demons" Which is not a wrong answer, at all. But I believe there is more. Especially after we see that Blitz and the others are going to visit them.

If I have to tell you my opinion, it could also be that the agents kidnap the cherubs to prove their existence to humanity, but it wouldn't make sense. In short, how does this connect them to our little demons? I know that the I.M.P group are not the only major protagonists. An example was the episodes "OOPS" and "Mammon's Magnificent musical mid-season" where the main protagonists were Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, but which still made sure that these characters involved the main protagonists. So it makes me think: What if the cherubs and the agents made an alliance? An alliance to take revenge on the demons? I would not know. I could continue to theorize about these images, but I think we'll be here until late so better move on, then of course let me know what you think. (Anyway please tell me this picture doesn't remind you of Moxxie and Blitz when they were kidnapped)

Let's move to this image where a reference to GhostBusters will clearly be made. Blitz's disguise is as usual flashy and makes me laugh, but this episode (Which we know will be called: GhostFuckers) is the one that left me speechless most of all. In the confusing sense. In short, we see very little, except for a character who apparently will also be a new Villain, but even if they are connected I wonder where this episode will be set. We have now seen that all these five episodes will move to different rings of hell. I really hope to see the princes or princesses of these rings, and see if they will actually be Villains (I hope so). But I also hope to see the main characteristics of these rings, how will they get there? still with the big elevator? Or with another means of transport?

Now. We have our own villain. He has a human appearance, but we then discover that he is an infernal being, of a marine shape, so it makes me think that he comes from the Greed ring, only that we need to understand how he arrived in the human world. Our protagonists arrive there with Stolas's grimoire, but what about him? Is there another means of transport as we said before, but on earth? Different from the grimoire, and the crystals of Asmodeus?

Now we have him. Yes exactly. For those who have seen the Pilot of Hazbin Hotel you might recognize this bird, it is the same one that appears when Vaggie tells Angel about Alastor and then there is an image that frames all the Overloards, and there is also this character (What a continuation If I don't understand the name, I still listen to Helluva episodes in English, even though I'm of a completely different nationality. Sorry if I couldn't understand the name, if anyone knows please write to me 🙏🏼). He seems to know Stolas who instead has nothing to do with the Overlords as he is only the prince of a very powerful lineage. Maybe he changed roles? Maybe he is no longer an Overloard but a simple demon also from a noble and powerful family? But above all, what he want from Stolas?

Though noting very carefully, one can see what appears to be an apple and a snake beneath him. Characteristics of Lucifer. Maybe the characters of Helluva Boss will clash with those of Hazbin Hotel? And maybe Lucifer himself? Or maybe just in his castle for a strange reunion? Let's fantasize about it.

Then obviously I say reunion because afterwards I see this and it makes me think that it has to do with Andrephaleus' plan (it will definitely be spelled badly, sorry). Only if this demon is actually from another powerful family, I don't understand what he gets from the ice demon. Or maybe he has a score to settle with Stolas and Andrephaleus is helping him. I really don't know what to think...

However it seems to have a pretentious tone. He wants something at all costs. What will he want?😱

Now the crucial moment. This part. Perhaps the most painful? I can well imagine that we will find this in the episode "The Full Moon" the one we are anxiously awaiting, having to focus solely on Stolas and Blitz and their relationship which MAYBE is about to end. In this image I can well understand when Blitz says "Like you can just play with our feelings cause we're smaller and not as important" and my heart breaks. Making us remember on the one hand also when Fizz said identical words to Blitz in episode six of the second season "OOPS" but also wanting to hide that not everyone is like that, will Stolas be like that too? (The answer is obviously yes, but let's see how long it will take Blitz to figure it out). However, I think the first few episodes are focused on Blitz, his past and his character that harms people. An example is when he ends up (apparently) fighting with Millie and they have this conversation and Blitz ends up admitting it, even though I don't understand the reason for a fight.

I'm really worried about Blitz as he is a character who has a lot to tell, and perhaps the one with the most flaws who can't improve, but who is still trying. I don't want to justify it though, everyone has their own opinions on the characters and is free to have them. Personally, I love the character of Blitz, seeing myself a little in him, and anyone else who sees themselves in the little devil can understand what it means to hurt others even when you don't want to. So to see him grow or change is something I'm really looking forward to seeing.

Now I have to leave you like this because I can't post any more images but I will make a part two!! See you later!!

-Sorry for my english!!

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[anxious-acorn]

I Turned the Corner 🔞

Chapter 2: A Rosie Among Thorns

Summary: Looking for a distraction, Alastor visits a dear friend.

Days… It had been four. Fucking. Days! Four days of trying his best to get that god forsaken picture show out of his head, and it showed no sign of doing so anytime soon. He had at least kept himself from attempting to watch it again, but now his incessantly nagging thought was of how he might approach the lovely Vixen to strike a deal. He’d managed to keep himself cordial and chipper around the residents, especially when Angel Dust began prattling on about Valentino’s latest obsession with obtaining the vixen’s pelt for a sequel involving sexual intercourse.

“I’m rather curious, my friend! Why is your employer having trouble with that?”

Angel turned to Alastor and gave him a knowing smirk before answering. “Well ya see, Smiles, Vix made a deal with Velvette for her fur and doesn’t want it getting ruined in a shoot.” Well, that made sense. “Those two are besties or somethin’ so that’s why she was wanting it removed.” Angel‘s sly grin widened.

“Knowing Vel, she’ll be wanting fur pretty regular, so Vix will probably be asking for a regular butcher. Those movies will probably become a series… If you’re interested.” The spider wiggled his eyebrows and Alastor felt his heart quicken. So she would be needing a regular butcher to fulfill a deal with a friend. How interesting.

“Ah, alas, my friend, while I do enjoy a good skinning, the… intimacy… is not to my tastes.” His smile was perfectly in place, but his eyes narrowed and his nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Aww, come on, Allie. You know you liked it. I bet you two would actually get along really well together.”

Radio static escaped as Alastor bristled- yes, he may have liked it (very much so, in fact), but that didn’t mean Angel needed to know that.

“Unfortunately, my dear friend, I have to disagree with you there. However I must admit, it’s an intriguing explanation- your costar is quite the unique personality.”

“Unique is definitely a good way to describe her.” Angel laughed as he walked towards the door. “I’m heading to work. Don’t get into any trouble without me,” he winked to Husker at the bar before he disappeared. Husker gave a small grumble, but Alastor noticed a small, sentimental smile tugging on the feline’s lips. Huh. It looked like these wayward souls may be finding connection after all. How sweet.

He sneered before fixing his face to walk up to the bar. “Husker, my good man! A glass of rye, if you will.” He watched in delight as the feline bristled, but went to fulfill his order. He wasn’t usually one to drink during the day, but he could never resist the urge to taunt and grate at the former overlord. He enjoyed putting his conquests in their place, and scaring the ever loving shit out of them when they stepped a toe out of line. Fear is power, and in Hell, the more power one accumulates, the better.

As he made his way down the lane, Alastor reveled in the terror he invoked- demons, large and small, ran from him or doused themselves in flames to respawn. Sure, it could get lonely sometimes, but that’s what he had Rosie for- his darling, dearest friend. He should really visit her again; he had given a small greeting at the last overlord meeting, but it had been a good seven years since he’d had the pleasure of truly getting to enjoy her company. He was bound to receive a stern lecture for neglecting her.

With his mind made up, he made his way to the doomsday district to procure an apology gift for his long absence- as long as he stayed within the constraints of his deal, there should be no problem. Rosie’s favorite gift to receive was hearts- specifically the hearts of cruel men. And Alastor was all too happy to oblige.

As he scanned the streets and dark alleyways, his ears pricked at the distant screams of a woman, and turned to head that direction.

“Please! Somebody help me! Stop it! Let me go, you creep! Help!”

On any other day, the panicked noise the little ram was making would only attract more “creeps”, but today would be her lucky day. Alastor’s sinister grin widened as he stepped out of his shadows to see three goons working to surround her. The poor dear was trembling and doing her best to sink into the wall at her back.

“You know, I really do hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means. It’s rather… Distasteful. Don’t you think?” He felt the surge of excitement building in his muscles as the three demons turned to face him, terror and recognition lighting two of the faces. It would seem one of them were unfamiliar with who stood before them- how delightful!

An alligator, a boar and a wolf- a lovely variety for his dear friend! The boar and alligator backed away, throwing their arms up in an attempt to placate the contorting radio demon.

“Hey man, we don’t want any trouble. You can have her! She’s all yours, buddy!” The wolf looked at the crocodile with disbelief and annoyance before going after the woman once more. He could be first, then.

A large black tentacle shot past Alastor’s shoulder and wrapped itself around the wolf’s throat to haul him away from the shaking ram. Two more struck out to halt the gator and boar as he tsked at the fleeing demons, waving his finger in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah! It is quite rude to leave when a party is only just beginning.” His eyes flashed black as he brandished his fangs, black gums peeking out with the wide smile as he brought the three demons closer to him.

A guttural scream was heard when he poked a claw through the wolf’s eyeball and plucked it from it’s socket before popping it into his mouth with a hum. ‘Hmm, not bad. But not as good as fish eyes,’ he thought to himself, noticing the little ram sinking to the ground as she stared at the horror in front of her. Good, he’d need her here until his task was finished- the poor dear.

“Please! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I swear!” The wolf cried as he gasped and choked in the tentacle’s hold. Alastor gave a small sigh, wishing he could draw out the torture he really wanted to visit upon the three. Alas, he would need to give them a quick death. He heard the screams of the other two as he shoved his hand through the wolf’s chest, breaking the rib cage and wrapping his hand gently around the still beating heart. He twisted his hand inside the chest cavity before ripping the heart out with a joyful hum.

Before tossing the wolf, he plucked the other eye from his skull and conjured a cute heart shaped gift box lined with butcher paper to place the treasures in. He made quick work of the other two and placed their hearts and eyes in the gift box as well before snapping it into his stasis dimension. It wouldn’t do to gift his darling friend anything but the freshest of treats. He decided at the last minute to snap the alligator into his stasis dimension as well- gator was a delicious meat.

Making his way past the trembling ram, he whistled a jaunty tune and snapped himself clean before heading towards Cannibal Town.

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“Oh Alastor, I love them! I suppose I can forgive you- what a lovely gift! Thank you, sweetheart!” Rosie exclaimed from her seat across from him. She pulled out an eyeball and popped it happily into her mouth, dabbing her lacey handkerchief at the juice that escaped her lips. Alastor’s heart swelled with love and pride at the woman’s praise- she truly was a gem among women. Such a darling.

“Of course, sweetheart! You know I wish I could visit sooner, but I’ve been otherwise occupied unfortunately.” He sighed before pointing to his neck and giving her an annoyed roll of his eyes.

Rosie’s obsidian orbs widened as she gave a small gasp, a gloved hand rising to cover her mouth. “No!” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction- this was the juiciest gossip he’d given her in decades, but he could trust her to keep his secrets. “Afraid so,” he confirmed, only half expecting the crushing embrace she enveloped him in.

“I’m sorry, Al. I know how much you value your autonomy, so whatever happened to make you give it up must’ve been a hell of a situation. I’m here for you if and when you wanna talk, okay sweetie?” Alastor’s smile softened as he held her back, giving a small nuzzle to her hair.

“Thank you, Rosie. I’m afraid there’s nothing I can say about it, but just being in your glowing presence is a cool drink of water to this parched throat.”

Rosie playfully slapped his shoulder, cupping her cheek coyly. “Always such a charmer! So, what are you up to nowadays? You know, I got a couple of goons who’ve been lurkin’ around, trying to make deals with some of my girls and I bet they’d love to make the acquaintance of the radio demon, if you feel like a little bit of fun.” Rosie gave him a sharp smile- oh, how he’d missed this woman!

“Well, I couldn’t say no to a lady in need of assistance, now could I?” Alastor rose and bowed to Rosie, hand outstretched for her to take, smile spread wide to match hers. With a hearty laugh, she took his hand and rose to join him.

As they strolled arm-in-arm down Main Street, the two waved and greeted passersby, offering smiles and greetings to the residents of Cannibal Town. He truly did admire Rosie and her leadership skills. Only a couple of decades older than he, the tall beauty had created her own little Heaven in Hell and had such a way about her that made people feel safe and heard. She was so unprejudiced and patient in her manner with others, it was difficult to believe she wasn’t much older than he- even Zestial had formed his self-control and patience over centuries. Rosie was one of the only people who held his trust, and was the only one who held many of his personal and professional secrets. She was completely indispensable.

Closer to the outskirts, Alastor’s ear twitched and he steered Rosie to head towards the voices he heard conversing. He tapped twice gently on Rosie’s wrist and smiled wickedly as she met his gaze. When closing in on the location, he paused in his steps to indicate to Rosie which direction the voices were coming from. They both stepped closer to listen in on the conversation, Alastor giving the closer spot to Rosie- he could hear without any issue.

“Well, I ain’t ever heard of this Valentine you speak of, but you must know that no cannibal would give anyone other than Rosie their soul, much less a dealer of flesh- well, not that kind of dealer at least. That’s not the kind of flesh we desire, dear.”

Alastor grinned as he listened- you gotta love a lady who can cut as well with her teeth as she could with her sharp tongue.

“Huh, you seem to think I’m giving you a choice. And it’s Valentino, doll face. Now, climb in nice n’ easy or I’m gonna start gettin’ mad.”

‘How uncouth,’ he thought with a twitch of his lips as the cannibette began laughing, soft and ladylike. “Oh my! You must be new around here, dear. Either that,” her voice grew dark as Alastor formed behind the shark demon, her eyes looking up to meet his. “Or very stupid,” she finished, and just as the shark reached for her a clawed hand grabbed his shoulder to halt him.

“I believe the lady has given you her answer, however I would appreciate it if you could answer some of our questions.” His eyes began glowing in demented joy at the terrified expression spreading across the shark’s face. The car started trying to move, but sunk as Rosie grabbed the bumper and slammed it into a pothole, both back tires popping under the pressure.

Alastor’s ears pinned for a moment at the noise, but kept his face chipper and relaxed. “Now, what do you say to a nice chat? My friend and I have much to ask.” He pressed his hand flat between the shark’s shoulders and led him to meet Rosie, who now held a struggling weasel by the collar as he tried to run from the giggling woman.

“Oh, come now! I’m offended, sir! You’re lookin’ at the queen cannibette herself- don’t you want to ask me for a ride?” Rosie smiled sharply at the struggling weasel, and he shrunk in his suit, eyes going wide and whiskers drooping. Alastor laughed at the jest before offering his hand for Rosie to take, waving back to the blushing cannibette as his shadows swallowed their small group and deposited them in her second story parlor.

“What the fuck!” / “Look man, we’re just tryin’ ta do our jobs-“

Ugh, the sorriest excuse for hurting fairer beings.

“Aww, who could argue with that? Well in that case, you should be able to understand that as the reigning overlord of this territory, I’m just doing my job.” Rosie’s form began to grow, her face becoming skeletal and fangs lengthening as her neck cracked and bent. Quite the terrifying display; the two demons backed away until they hit a barrier they couldn’t pass. Alastor stayed back politely- Rosie never needed backup, and he loved to witness her cruelty. He would get a turn for some fun when she was finished.

The towering woman crept closer and bent to look down on the trembling demons. “Now, why is Valentino trying to piss on the wrong tree? The demons of Cannibal Town are spoken for.”

“He knows a lot of your residents are hellborn, and just wants to give them a job.” The weasel held his hands up in surrender.

“When looking to recruit new employees, is it not wise to advertise? It looked to me like you were trying to force that young lady into your car. Not a very good business practice, if you ask me. Now, I’m going drop you two back off to your boss’s office, but be warned that any more… recruiting… and you may find yourselves on one of my friend’s broadcasts. Do relay that to your employer for me, lads.” Rosie flicked each demon on the nose and they disappeared in a puff of pink and grey smoke.

“Look at you, showing such restraint! I’m quite impressed, Rosie dear.” Alastor clapped his hands as Rosie took some calming breaths, her form shrinking back to its usual appearance. He walked over to her and pat her back gently- such restraint could only be strategic. His dearest friend wouldn’t have let them go unpunished otherwise. She was sending the vile moth a message- ‘Don’t fuck with Cannibal Town’.

He couldn’t help but wonder about the little vixen, and how Angel had assured him that Valentino was actually scared of her. ‘Stop it. You’re supposed to be visiting your friend,’ he chided himself as he rubbed soothing circles over Rosie’s back. She turned her head to look at him gratefully.

“I’ve really missed you, sweetheart. These walls have really lost some’ a their sparkle without you.” She sighed and leaned into him, and he let her, wrapping his arms around her fondly.

“I’ve missed you too, my dear,” he replied before they separated.

“How about a cup of coffee and a nice steak? I have some lovely cervid sinner in the meat locker.” Rosie clapped her hands together after Alastor nodded happily at her offer.

The two stepped down into her large kitchen and Rosie opened her meat locker to grab out their prospective cuts. She double checked his preference and got to work on tenderizing the meat as Alastor set to chopping up herbs and vegetables. He’d always loved cooking with his mother, and it later translated to his joy in cooking with his friends. They settled into a comfortable rhythm and within an hour they sat back in her parlor, a delicious feast steaming in front of them.

Rosie truly had impeccable taste when procuring meat- the meal was spectacular! They finished dinner with a glass of gin and rye before bidding each other farewell, Alastor humming happily to himself.

As he made his way down the lane, he noticed a group of cannibettes saying their goodbyes outside of a cafe. What caught his attention instantly was the lovely Vixen parting from the group- how had he never noticed her before? ‘Would you have been interested in her before knowing her capacity and desire for pain?’ his shade chittered from within, his essence ruffling with annoyance. Well, he couldn’t deny the shadow’s logic- even when running into her at the butcher’s shop, he’d only thought her pretty and polite at best.

He shadowed himself around the corner so as to put himself in her field of vision before resuming his walk. Time to test some choppy waters- perhaps he could get a better read on her. Keeping his face chipper and his eyes facing forward, he observed the vixen as she turned to make her way to her next destination. He knew the moment she noticed him, a prick of excitement rising in his throat as he did his best to appear calm and unbothered.

He gave her a moment to observe before meeting her gaze and shadowing over to form in front of her. Her steps faltered and he shot his hand out to steady her, his heart skipping a beat as her crimson eyes landed on him. Satan give him strength, she was lovely…

“Good evening, my dear! I was hoping I’d run into you. Our dear friend Angel Dust showed me your work on the picture show- what a performance!” He silently patted himself on the back for his quick thinking; the mention of their mutual acquaintance should help set her at ease- hopefully. He took the time to regard her as she worked to overcome her shock at his sudden appearance.

“Thank you, sir. I’m honored you enjoyed the show,” she smiled demurely up at him, and his breath caught. A voice like honey… What would it sound like over his airwaves? “Wait, you know Angel?”

He nodded excitedly, glad that he’d kept his manners (mostly) around the spider. Wouldn’t want him telling her anything too bad.

“Yes indeedy! Our dear Angel is staying at the hotel I’m hosting now. Perhaps you’ve heard of it? The Hazbin Hotel.” He saw a small spark of recognition in her gaze at the mention of the hotel.

“Is that so? You must be incredibly busy- quite the project to take on,” she replied, her posture relaxing. Good, he wanted her comfortable for what he was about to ask- if he could just muster the courage to do so. It took him a moment before he felt his voice strong enough to form his words.

“Would you like to go to lunch tomorrow? I’d love to pick your brain on your process. It’s positively inspiring how you were able to sit still for an entire flaying without losing consciousness! I must say, I am quite a fan of yours, my dear.” There. He’d done it. Now he would have his answer and be it a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’, he wouldn’t have to constantly fret over the ‘what ifs’. He smiled as pleasantly as he could down at her and noticed her expression brighten.

“I would love to! I must confess I’ve been a fan of yours since your debut. I tend to be a late sleeper though, so what do you say to brunch?”

He was taken aback for a moment- how old was this demon, to have been around for his debut? Also, not his best moment, but she seemed to also be a fan of his. Perhaps that’s why she’d been so polite and pleasant at the butcher shop- What luck!

“Brunch would be lovely, dear. Would you prefer to meet somewhere or may I escort you?” She seemed to be taken aback for a moment before giving her answer with a lovely smile.

“Well, if you wouldn’t be opposed, I would love to see this Hazbin Hotel you speak of. Perhaps I escort you to brunch and you escort me home afterwards?” A wonderful compromise! His heart raced in his ears as he held in his excitement.

“Fantastic! What time would work best for you? Say around 11:30? Or perhaps something later?” He noticed a small blush rising in her cheeks as she replied, “11:30 it is.” Was she blushing for him? He was practically vibrating in anticipation. Is this how normal people felt when interacting romantically? Is this how he’d made all those women feel when he’d been alive? He’d definitely need to do some research on the subject, daunting as the task felt.

He did his best not to stare too blatantly as he gave her some directions to the hotel, and they parted ways. He could barely contain his excitement for their date! ‘Not a date. Just two people who admire the other’s work,’ he thought as he shadowed back over to Rosie’s to request a possible table for brunch. If anything went awry, hopefully she would be able to assist him in navigating. And perhaps if all went well, a deal might be struck by the end of the day.

She’d laughed heartily and teased him for “being so adorable, asking for a chaperone”. No matter. If it earned him her assistance, he’d happily let her taunt him for the rest of their eternity.

He shadowed himself home and picked up a romance novel- one of many Rosie had gifted him over the years as jokes. He could of course always fall back on his moves from his living days, but who knew how well that worked today? No, he definitely needed to update his flirting. Although, her being an older demon, she may find his outdated attempts flattering. The night passed slowly as he read book after book, taking down notes when he found something appealing and sneering when he found something distasteful. He was determined to be prepared for tomorrow, no matter what happened. It was nights like tonight that he was very glad he never felt the need for sleep, although he doubted he’d be able to even if he did.

When finally he had filled half of his notebook, he felt more prepared, but also more anxious. He passed the rest of the evening running through his bayou, hunting down and devouring any prey he could find with his shadow. The morning could not come soon enough for either of them.

[yuugimoto16]

My full 2 cents

Alright I've seen some things about the leaks and reposted/commented on a few things about the leaks. I have no Idea what they were about and I will not seek them out, because no matter what we should always respect the rule about nobody seeing the first draft. Respect creators and not fish for unfinished work.

I also respect that this show had to be eight 30-ish minute episodes, so there just had to be details that were going to be cut. So I'm not going to critique the pacing or the lack of character development too much.

However sometime between the shower and playing Kirby's Return to Dreamland this rant just came into my head, so I'm just going to post. About why I think we as a fandom have added more and created fanfictions as best as I can.

Anyone can check me if I get somethings wrong or missed anything.

The reason why I think that we as a community expand the characters in the show, besides the fact that its just fun. Is because these are all character concepts that we have heard in passing.

Lucifer, Adam, Eve, Lilith, Angels, and Demons.

Hazbin Hotel is a story about redemption and what that means for all the characters involved. About how all these characters who may seem like one note assholes on paper and a naive princess, actually have a massive amount of depth to their characters and that no one is just one note, every one deserve to at least have a second chance.

Its in here that I think the issue lays with Adam.

Adam is probably one of the most staple figures in the bible. A staple in the creation myth.

Some of the friction comes from a character that well know being a one trick pony of a college frat bro.

The first major point of contention though comes from the fact that ,even ignoring the bible side, Adam has lived for thousands of years.

Are we really going to just call a character who has scene and cared for the beginning of the human race one note? But alright fine, Adams just an asshole. Alright then, tell us why. Not a just the way it is but a genuine reason why, the first human would either not care for his children or send himself to hell to cull them in a genocide.

If I'm not mistaken Sera said that Adam suggested it in the show. Tell us why genocide was what he suggested and why Sera agreed to it outside of keeping heaven safe. If it was such an issue than surely Lucifer could have delt with the sinners.

How did it fall on Adam and the exorcist to go to a foreign kingdom to butcher the citizen and better yet why did Lucifer or Lilith agree to it?

So many questions that can be asked between Heaven and Hell on why people are making these decisions. Decisions we have no real answers on.

I could go on and on about how I think fanfiction is good because it can fill in the blanks to questions that the show just may not want to solve. Giving character more depth that we can just read, rather than sifting through a 5 hour long fan panel. But I think ill stop here.

My sincere hope is that season 2 isn't to bad and that we get more character depth for the cast now that they've proven themselves to amazon. Possibly in a 12-24 episode format. I do love the characters of the show and want to see how vivziepop has developed them.

Anyone can post their burning questions for Harbin Hotel too my post. I did not get to all of mine.

[weirdnessxmagnet]

Super late: 14, 1

1. What would completely break your character?

Not much! She's long mastered using anger to prevent herself from crumbling. The one thing that comes to mind is a senseless tragedy taking away her kids permanently (especially Eli, given everything she's put in to get him back). She's lost her kids before and it didn't break her completely, but she had some very clear figures to blame for that. There was somewhere for the anger to go. Something to do. Something as senseless as Eli being taken out by a random asteroid strike (asteroids can destroy souls for the purpose of this example because it's really hard to stop her just deciding that she's gonna fix things) would break her, because there really is just nothing to do with that. No one to blame, nothing to fix. Nowhere to put her anger, so she'd just have to deal with the grief instead, and she would do so badly.

14. How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

Not that I need to tell you, since you did this on purpose, but this is complicated. To say Toni doesn't care how people see her is inaccurate, but she only cares insofar as the perception of her is useful. To that end, how she tries to present herself depends on the intended audience and the circumstances, and how that image is perceived depends on the observer and what information they're working with.

Literal essay of examples below the cut.

Normal:

This is how Toni tires to portray herself in most daily situations; normal by the standards of her present audience, whatever that audience may be. For most mundane interactions this means angels and demons are allegorical, vampires are for halloween, and while God may answer prayers with signs, if her audience is so inclined to believe that, He certainly isn't showing up for an in-person chat if you start banging pots and pans in his house at 2am. Of course, normal is relative, and so the stranger her audience, the stranger she can be.

This lands perfectly with strangers and passing acquaintances in one-on-one interactions; She lived an ordinary life once, she knows what the expectations are, and in the short term they're easy enough to maintain. The longer the association or broader the group, however, the more the cracks will start to show. She is weird even by most supernatural standards, and eventually that's not possible to hide.

Living Dead Girl:

This is a variation on Normal intended specifically for people who knew her before she got involved in the supernatural (usually immediate family). Critically, this is always woefully unsuccessful; for example, while a Normal Person can still have anger issues for entirely mundane reasons, 20 year old Toni didn't. The girl she was is, as Toni puts it, dead twice over. It is not someone Toni knows how to convincingly be any more around people who know exactly what it should look like. Even at her best, the result leaves her audience with a deep sense of the uncanny valley.

The Doll: 

At its most basic, The Doll is what happens when Toni plays on the stereotypical perception of the tiny, skinny, doe eyed white human girl (which of those categories are relevant is audience dependant). The presumed non-threat, innocence, and naïvety. A soft, weak, and harmless thing. Depending on how premeditated the role is, she will play this up with almost-conservative dresses, often in soft pastels or white, an exaggerated doe eye, and even making herself appear younger now that she's mastered her glamours.

This usually lands perfectly on the audiences it's targeted at; Specifically, those already primed to see themselves as more powerful than her in whatever arena she plans to contend in. It lures the target into a false sense of security, and ends with her getting all kinds of access, information, and opportunities that would never have been available if they'd taken her seriously from the start. Of course, there are groups and individuals who are already primed to be suspicious of exactly this kind of act. For most of these she just doesn't bother with it at all, but in some instances, such as interrogating certain terrorists  with Han, the juxtaposition between the persona and the situation is enough to be deeply unsettling in a way that still takes the target off their guard, if for entirely the wrong reasons. In which case, well, whatever works.

The Vixen:  

Her personal favourite, because the targets just make it so damn easy, Toni can go from the Doll to the Vixen with nothing more than a change in body language. Frequently this persona is called on the fly, but if there's opportunity for a premeditated costume change she'll really lean into it. In fact, given her unique capacity to worm into her target's mind and then glamour herself according to their preferences, her portrayals could be oddly specific and detailed for a sufficiently significant target, though she's yet to have cause to go so far.

The targets of this persona are primarily lonely straight men who are eager to take any positive attention from a woman at face value, and this group specifically has a near perfect success rate, to an embarrassing extent, like even when they know exactly who she is and should really, really know better (we're looking at you @texastrickshot, or indeed any goon Han has given the honey trap talk to who could still be convinced to fall for it). Has also been used on some not so straight men and queer women, but these groups are at least marginally more suspicious on average. This persona has also become more difficult to convincingly pull off long-term since entering a committed relationship, as there are now lines she won't cross so casually. However, given sufficiently high stakes she would expect her former sex-cult-member husband (and suspiciously invested demonic bestie) to understand that sometimes you do what you have to.

The Hunter:  

The trouble Toni had when she was first trying to learn to navigate the sudden appearance of demons in her life was it was really difficult to be taken seriously by the kinds of people who claimed to know what to do about that kind of thing. Frustratingly, it was also near impossible to move towards being someone actually worth taking seriously without first getting a foot in that door. So then the plan became to use what she did have - uncanny observation skills and unholy stubbornness - to fake it till she made it.

This persona, ironically for one that involves the most significant departure from her personal aesthetic preferences, appeared the least concerned with appearances. Rough ponytails and messy buns are the norm, as are well-worn thrift-store jeans and soft flannel shirts, practical boots, and the bare minimum of makeup to not look like she was outright haunted by horrifying nightmares, but not quite enough to make her look well-rested either. This was where she learned to appear resigned rather than desperate, and shoot straight whiskey like she'd been weaned on it (despite being underage the whole time). It was never quite perfect at the time, but it got her far enough to get a chance to learn that the solution she was trying for wasn't one that suited her at all. These days this persona comes out mostly to mislead real hunters to get them of hers and a friends tail, and it works better now than it ever did back then.

The Advisor:  

Toni is more than aware that she has a rather dominant personality. Often this is useful. When working in a position where the job is to support Mara's authority, it risks becoming counterproductive. Mindful of this, Toni intentionally subdues herself both in personality and visually when acting in her capacity as advisor, especially in settings such as a council meeting where they will both be in attendance. She won't contradict Mara directly with an audience; if something is significant enough to debate immediately, it can be done telepathically, leaving Mara free to pass off any reconsideration she might make as entirely her own idea, or else it can wait until they're in private over a cup of coffee. She will publicly ask Mara's permission for things she doesn't truly feel she needs permission for, and has even suggested actions that directly benefit her, such as redistribution of her more extraneous responsibilities, be portrayed as a "punishment" for one of Toni's more unpopular "personal" projects (even as that project benefits the realm long term. Ah, politics...) in order to bolster Mara's own authority and reduce Toni's. 

In terms of appearance, contrary to her natural inclination towards bright reds, bold blues, and gold, Toni's wardrobe when acting in her role as the advisor has gradually shifted not only towards purgatory's colours (blue, grey, and silver), but towards using jewel tones as accents when Mara uses them as a main colour, and being entirely greyscale when Mara uses colour as an accent. She even aims to make her hair less elaborate, and her heels short enough to hide that she's naturally a few inches taller (or at least was, when Mara still wore a physical host).

The Regent: 

Toni has, over the past few years, regularly had to act in the capacity of purgatory's regent. Sometimes in a officially sanctioned capacity, and at other times less so. This plays far more naturally with her true personality; assertive, bold, dominant, and composed. It also plays well with the after effects of possession; while Toni could mimic Mara convincingly even early on in their friendship (they are worryingly similar people in many ways), these days Toni can speak, act, even move as Mara almost as naturally as she does herself. For the most part when acting in her capacity as regent this is the tactic she uses, adding full use of their shared wardrobe to appear as much of a Mara clone as possible, the Queen's personal understudy, convincingly covering any personal doubts she might hold about her own qualifications.

...There is however an occasion where she has acted as regent and very much not been Mara's clone that is worth discussing. You might have noticed that I haven't said anything about how either the Advisor or Regent personas are received. That is because it's uniquely impossible not to discuss these two together; their intended audience is identical. Both personas are used to influence perception of purgatory's residents, especially the palace staff and representative council. Both personas are directly contradictory. Therefore, how they are received depends entirely on which one an individual finds more convincing. 

Add to that that after Hell's terrorist attack on Purgatory's central power source, Mara took some extreme actions that Toni felt hurt them politically and of course were just morally problematic, but that's hardly a point worth arguing with a demon, or even a former demon. During Mara's subsequent breakdown, Toni chose to act as regent (she felt justified, Mara was clearly unstable, but it was not sanctioned at the time), going out of her way to style and carry herself as bland and business like, as practical as her Hunter persona but without the rough edges. This was a conscious effort to distance herself from Mara in order to run political damage control on her own terms.

Add to that that while changes have been frequent enough that there might not be many staff or councillors currently present who remember it, there will surely be at least a few who remember that the first time Toni chose to act as regent, Mara was not even the reigning monarch. There was an heir available who should naturally have been the next in the chain of command while his parents were indisposed. Yet while Toni claimed said heir was in charge when asked directly, anyone with eyes knew that was a lie.

"...if I am the one who looks most in control out there tonight it will not help your position or my sanity..." - Toni to Mara before a recent diplomatic ball.

Neither persona is real; Toni is as uncomfortable in the Regent persona as she is restrained by the Advisor. However, years of practice have made her far better at hiding when she feels in over her head, while hiding her controlling impulses does not come so readily. Therefore, she is acutely aware of how moments like the one in the quote above tip the scale decidedly one way, impacting their long term political situation.

The Demon:

Machiavelli's The Prince states that if you must destroy an enemy, you should do so absolutely, so that his retribution need not be feared. Unfortunately, it is often quoted missing the much needed context that destruction should be the last resort, as you cannot change course later, while gentler means leave many more options open to you.

For Toni, The Demon is the personality of last resort, where stubborn ruthlessness reigns supreme.

A number of people might believe they've seen this persona in a moment of casual cruelty, but generally that's just a crack in her "Normal" persona revealing that she's a deeply unsettling person with serious anger issues. The Demon is also not worth using on the vast majority of people, as anyone inclined to believe another persona will believe this one is bluffing. Then, instead of getting what she wants, she has to make good on her threats to prove she isn't, which, while it will make them inclined to believe her next time, isn't actually productive in the moment.

There are only two people I can think of who have been on the receiving end of her full blown "do not doubt my willingness to be colder then you ever imagined" demonic persona; Hale and Malcolm.

Hale has been on the receiving end of this only once, when he threatened to devour her children after Han's first failed extraction attempt. She told him outright that she had survived their deaths once and would do so again, but he wouldn't. She was of course sobbing the whole time behind the scenes, but he didn't need to know that. She had a record to back her up, and she meant it. It didn't solve the problem; Han did that by "kidnapping" Hale's own son (with somewhat suicidal consent), but he believed her enough to hesitate.

While most of the time she's mostly her honest self around him (in so far as she's her honest self around anyone), Malcolm Brockway is perhaps the victim of this persona more than anyone else, largely because he's not inclined to believe any of the others. He knows she's not normal and he knows her games, but he has expressed, time and again, that she is as callous as Mara or worse. This makes it particularly easy to strong arm him into falling in line when he's in danger of growing too much of a spine; he never makes her prove it. He already knows that if she's making a threat, she's willing to follow through. It still hurts her to be seen that way so easily, but it benefits her too much for her to ever try to repair that perception.

[dem0nguy]

I love writing this stuff too much ya’ll.

Anyways here’s the second part <3

(Part one if you missed it :3)

This, is truly where things start to go downhill. Genuinely it doesn’t get any better from here. I sometimes catch myself wondering what a normal teenage experience would be like. Not one that involves supernatural paraphernalia…

I wrote this entry in two parts. One, I believe on my way to school. The second sometime after. I guess it doesn’t matter too much, when I wrote them. But, the more you know, the better.

9/23/19 - Part 1

Ok so, I’m honestly not entirely sure how to start this off. But today was, scary? Odd? Supernatural? I don’t know. To this day, it’s a difficult topic to explain.

I woke up to my alarm; excitement and anxiety buzzing in my chest. It was finally the first day of middle school. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted this day to be over as soon as possible, or start as quickly as possible.

So I got up, then nearly fell back down again. I felt a strange weight on my head and back, as if someone had strapped bricks to me in my sleep. Must be the anxiety. I thought, because really, what else could it be? Hell (literally) if I know.

So sluggishly, I walked to my bathroom. (me and my twin share it, his bedroom is connected through a door on the opposite side.) Opening my door I caught a glimpse of my reflection. Subsequently, I do a double take.

I thought I was dreaming, because I mean, who just wakes up with demon horns, wings, and a tail?? Not any normal person… probably. Unfortunately, we’re not very normal.

I must’ve stood there for a while, confused, panicking. My constant internal monologue was, “this has to be a dream, this has to be a dream, this has to be—“

“Adammm!” Conner called, knocking frantically. “Something is very, very wrong!”

I open the door for him, we both startle.

My brother, blonde haired, brown eyed. Had a halo, angel wings, and a demon tail? I guess it wasn’t really my place to find that specific detail odd, all of this was odd.

“Adam,” his voice became hushed, “are we both having a freaky dream together or is this real?”

I hesitate, “I don’t know… I don’t think we’re dreaming?”

“Then what the hell is going on??”

I shrugged, I mean, how do you even respond to this situation? What do we do? That’s a good question past me…

“Something must have caused this,” I start, “So if we find that maybe we find answers?”

“Right, but WHAT IN THE WORLD COULD’VE CAUSED THIS” He whisper-yells.

“I don’t know!!” I whisper-yell in return. It could’ve been anything really. Maybe we were cursed in our sleep? Maybe we actually were dreaming. Maybe it was—

“The necklaces…” I mumble, barely audible.

“What?” Conner asks.

From my pocket, I pull out the necklace. Instead of the red and blue swirl it had initially, it was gray. And dull. I’d kept it on me for good luck, like my Uncle Sam suggested. But apparently, it did the opposite. Still haven’t forgiven him for that.

Conner, wide eyed, runs back into his room. Holding up the necklace lying on his nightstand, the same gray dull color as mine.

He stares at the necklace with irritation, before throwing it on the ground. “I knew it! I knew there was something up with these things! I have no idea what our Uncle was planning, but it was clearly something!!”

“Maybe he didn’t know this would happen—“

“How can you really say that Adam, we both know how suspicious he was acting.”

I couldn’t argue with him, it made sense. But I didn’t want to believe Uncle Sam would purposefully do this. Sure he was a little suspicious at times, and not the most friendly. But that doesn’t mean he did something like this! Oh Angels I was so fucking naïve…

“Listen, whether he did this intentionally or not he probably has answers.” Conner says, as if he read my mind. “So let’s go find him.”

I slowly nodded, “Ok, yeah. But is he even still here?”

Conner scoffs, as if I should know the answer to that. “Of course he’s still here, do you really think Dad would let him leave this early?”

I hesitate, “No, I guess not…”

“Great let’s go.” Conner grabs my arm, dragging me towards the door.

“Conner! Wait—“ I jerk my arm free from his grasp, “What if someone sees us?”

Conner rolls his eyes, “Adam, it’s early in the morning, who would see us?”

Before I can respond Conner grabs my arm again, “Exactly, let’s go.”

He managed to drag me out the door. It was dark in the hallway, so even if someone had been there, they wouldn’t have seen us. So I guess Conner was right…

We hastily made our way to the guest room, where Uncle Sam was staying. Conner threw open the door, slamming it behind him. Our Uncle jolts awake.

“What… who’s in here?” He mumbles, before turning on the lamp beside his bed. He squints at us for a moment, before putting on his glasses. “Oh, you two.”

“What did you do to us?!” Conner shouts, too loudly for how early it was.

“Calm down kiddo.” Uncle Sam hops off his bed, cracking his back. “It wasn’t entirely my fault.”

Oh, so this was intentional. What’s that… three points for Conner?

“Change us back!!” Conner shouts again, stomping up to Uncle Sam in a poor attempt to intimidate him.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. But,” he picks up two black bracelets from his nightstand. “These should help you for now.” He holds them out to Conner, who scoffs.

“I don’t trust you.”

Uncle Sam shrugs, “If you’d rather go out looking how you do, I won’t stop you. It isn’t my job to look after you.”

Me and Conner share a glance, one of concern. But it seems we agree on the same thing, as Conner speaks, “Never mind, give us the bracelets.”

Our Uncle hands them over. Conner walks back to me, handing me one. I study the bracelet for a moment, it’s black, and uneven. It looks as though it’s made of a kind of rock, like obsidian. I slide the bracelet over my wrist, on my end, it doesn’t feel like anything happened. But Conner looks at me with surprise.

“Adam, you’re… normal again?”

I raised an eyebrow, but as he slid the bracelet over his wrist, I realized what he was saying. The bracelets, some way or another, hid our supernatural appearances.

“Just keep the bracelets on and you’ll be fine.” Uncle Sam says, sitting back on his bed. “Now get out, please.”

“Aren’t you gonna give us answers?” I get the courage to ask.

Uncle Sam chuckles, “Nope, again, not my job.”

“You can’t just leave us with this! We need answers.” Conner backs me up. (I will forever be grateful for my twin.) Spoiler, forever didn’t last very long.

“I can just leave you with this, actually.”

Conner huffs, becoming visibly annoyed.

“But I can point you in the right direction.” Our Uncle continues, “Mr. G, you know him. Family friend?”

Me and Conner both nod.

“Yeah, he works at West-East Middle. You might even have him as your teacher. Go ask him about it. He’ll give you answers.”

“You sure?” I ask hesitantly. I didn’t interact with Mr. G often, but he came over for holidays and dinner. Uncle Sam seemed to have an aversion to him. But he seemed like a nice person otherwise.

“Yeah, now leave.”

I think me and my brother both realized we weren’t getting any more out of him. So we did as he said and left the room.

Boy, was today going to be interesting…

(Next part :3)

[writeyouin]

Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X GN-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Misery Loves Company

A/N – Okay, so for anyone who loves Stand-up comedy as much as I do, I highly recommend you watch Daniel Sloss’ tour, Dark. That’s his first tour, and it was where he coined the term Wanker-Anchor, which is used in this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – M

TAG-LIST: @x-uno @froggybich @bubbleboy132 @mythics-world

FEMALE VERSION HERE

MALE VERSION HERE

“Whoa,” Charlie said upon seeing you.

She had seen your Demonic form before, but it was a rarity and it usually meant that you weren’t doing well mentally.

“Are you okay?” She asked, sucking in air through her teeth, her voice pitching high, indicating that she already knew the answer but didn’t want to point out the obvious in case it upset you further.

“I’m fine,” You answered shortly.

“Really? Because you uh, well,” Charlie twisted her hands back and forth, “You uh, you look a little- I mean, hey, I think you’re beautiful inside and out but when you’re like this it usually means- It’s normally-”

“You’re fucked up,” Vaggie finished for her, getting straight to the point.

“I’m fine,” You insisted, using the words everyone used when they were decidedly not fine. “Where’s Angel Dust?”

“In his room,” Vaggie explained.

“What happened? He was doing so well.”

Charlie’s eyes welled up with tears and she threw her arms around you, sobbing out an explanation, “It was my fault. I asked him about his contract, and he told me not to worry, but I did worry, and then I wanted to make sure he’d be okay when me and Vaggie go to visit Heaven, but he said he didn’t need a babysitter, and then I got Husk involved and Husk told me not to fuck with things I don’t understand, and then Valentino came-”

“Wait, Valentino came here?!” You pulled Charlie off you so you could look her in the eyes.

“Well, not exactly, but he sent his crew here and told Angel they had to film and I said no, and-”

You left Charlie and ran to Angel’s room. Both Charlie and Vaggie followed you as you pelted through the corridors. No wonder Angel had relapsed. That piece of shit Valentino had used Angel’s contract against him. As part of the deal they had made, Angel had to do any work Valentino demanded of him, and that fucking scumbag had dared to invade the one place where Angel felt safe.

Knowing Charlie, she would have pointed out that Valentino couldn’t use her property and would have to wait for Angel at the studio, but that wouldn’t matter. Valentino would play by the rules; it wasn’t really about filming at the Hotel, it was all a matter of proving that Angel belonged to him and that there was no safe place he could hide away.

Besides, even if Valentino hadn’t gotten his way at the Hotel, he would take it out on Angel the next time he was in the studio. It was a lose-lose situation, something that Hell was always too eager to provide.

When you got to Angel’s room, you paused to compose yourself. It wouldn’t help if you sounded too desperate or concerned; Angel didn’t respond well to that. It would make him blame himself for making you worry, and then he would spiral further.

You knocked on the door, “Hey Angel, it’s us. Can we come in please?”

“Go away,” Angel’s heavy accent came through the door, marking him more as Anthony than Angel Dust, though you didn’t say anything about that; there were very few people who knew his real name, and he didn’t like to be reminded of it.

For better or worse, he was Angel Dust; that was who he needed to be to survive.

You glanced at Charlie and Vaggie, then tilted your head, indicating that they should leave. Charlie hesitated until Vaggie placed a hand on her shoulder, then after an affirming nod from you, she let Vaggie lead her away.

“Come on Angel,” You said when they were gone. “It’s just me. Let me in.”

“Piss off.”

You sighed, then sat outside the door, and began talking. You didn’t have a grand speech planned, only what was on your mind, and if Angel wasn’t going to let you in, then it became a matter of letting him know that he wasn’t alone and that you wouldn’t abandon him, though you would respect his space.

“I get it. Valentino fucked with you. He love-bombed you, and that didn’t fucking work because you’re stronger than he is and you’re not going to fall for his shitty manipulation tactics. Now, he’s sending his goons here. It’s all just another one of his games, Angel. Don’t let him win.”

There was no response. You stayed quiet for a minute then were struck with a thought; misery loves company.

“Hey, I also kind of feel like shit today, you know? I kept thinking about Hell and… a lot of things. I told Charlie’s dad how I died. That was fucked up.”

Again, there was no response, but you thought you heard Angel shuffle closer to the door. Until that evening, nobody had heard anything about your mortal life, and now you were talking about it for the second time.

“I was murdered for a snuff film. I still have nightmares about it.”

There was a bluntness to your tone. Although it hurt to state the memory aloud again, albeit in less detail, you decided not to put too much thought into it. If your death could help someone, well, there had to be some good in bringing it up.

You stared at the peeling red wallpaper across from you, just so you had something to focus on. “I’m terrified that one day, I’m gonna walk down the street and see the guys that killed me. Like, what do you even do in that situation? Call them out? They’re in Hell, that’s punishment enough, right? Will they find it funny to see me again? Find new ways to hurt me?”

I honestly don’t know what I want in this scenario. I don’t want them to die, ‘cos then they’ll be here, but if they live, they’ll do this to other people. Kidnap them, sell them to the highest bidder, film it for the black market. I dunno… I’ve been here for a year, and I keep thinking about that.”

The door opened and you fell back, looking up at Angel’s concerned face.

“That’s the most fucked up shit I’ve ever heard.”

He lifted you up, setting you right with two arms, while the other two brushed you off.

“So… this is you?” He asked, taking in your rag-doll appearance.

You laughed and imitated his voice, your Demonic abilities kicking in to mimic him perfectly, “I can be anything you want, bay-by.”

“That’s the hottest you’ve ever sounded.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You waved him off blasély. “Just let me in, okay? I can help.”

“So, uh, with the voice, and the-” Angel gestured at your new look, moving his hands in a circular motion, “Can you uh- Be other people?”

“I don’t know,” You said slowly, looking at your hands, “Never tried.”

You concentrated for a moment, trying to transform back to your original self. Usually, it was effortless. Yet, as you stared at the stitches that bound you together, you found it difficult to do more than revert to your original skin colour. Seeing that beneath the stitches was somehow worse, so you stopped trying to change, accepting that for now, you were a ragdoll.

You shrugged your shoulders, “Fuck it. I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.”

You caught sight of Angel’s precious pet pig. Scooping him up into your arms and cuddling him, you cooed in a baby voice, “Besides, you still love me, don’t you Fat Nuggets, yeeeees, precious baby.”

Sitting down on Angel’s bed, you looked up at your friend, deciding that it was better not to let the difficult conversation wait and fester.

“Soooo…” You scratched Fat Nuggets behind the ear, “Charlie told me that you relapsed. Wanna talk about it?”

Angel sighed and flopped back onto the bed so he was lying next to you, his legs planted on the floor.

He dragged two hands over his face, the other two lay despondently over his stomach.

“I- It was just such a shitty day, and Val sent those pricks here, not that they could fill any holes. Wrong kind of pricks, you know?” He half laughed, but it died when he realised the joke wasn’t funny in such a shitty situation.

Still, you smiled at him. When Angel was sad, he didn’t always need someone to sympathise with him. He needed to see that you weren’t going to change and start treating him differently. Sometimes that meant just listening, but other times it meant making the meanest jokes you could think of and laughing at how horrible everything was.

You were his Wanker-anchor, chaining him to reality by being a dick; Husk was the best at it, but seeing as he was nowhere to be found, Angel had you instead.

“Here,” Angel held up a small sealed bag, with his stash in it. So, he hadn’t relapsed after all. He’d just come very close.

“No thanks,” You joked, “I’m full from all the crack I had at breakfast.”

Angel got up and punched your arm, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Takes one to know one,” You took his stash, tucking it away in your pocket, then you stood up, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed, and you offered Angel your hand. “Come on.”

“What-”

“You need a distraction. So, I challenge you, Angel Dust, teach me how to dance.”

“You’re fucking kiddin’, right?”

You shook your head. “You can dance, I can’t and I’m bored. So, come on, give me some lessons. It’ll be good to get moving.”

“When you fail, can I call you a retard?”

“Fuck no. You can’t say retard anymore, what the fuck is wrong with you. You can insult the shit outta me, but keep your terms acceptable, okay?”

Honestly, Angel had thought he was up to date on what insults and trash talk were deemed acceptable, but evidently, he was wrong.

“Alright, I’ll teach you to dance, but you gotta keep me updated on all the latest slang, and what’s changed up there,” He glanced up as if he could see Earth.

“I’ve been dead a year, bud. A lot can change in that time,” You said, thinking about all the ways you were probably outdated.

Angel grabbed his phone and turned up the tunes, “Sounds like a coward’s excuse to get outta teaching.”

And so it was that you and Angel started to dance. It was nothing like his work, or when he was forced to pimp himself out in clubs as a form of ‘networking.’ Instead, it was stupid, fun, and uncoordinated with you as his partner. Christ, he had never danced with someone so terrible. You let him lead, and together, the two of you laughed at each other’s expense and forgot all about the shitty things that had happened that day.

Up in his Radio Station, Alastor grinned sinisterly. He had heard you quite clearly as he went about his business in the Hotel. You were murdered? How delightful. Victims were so easy to manipulate. Furthermore, you were a ragdoll. Oh, how wonderfully he could exploit that power.

All it would take was an invitation of friendship, a desperate situation, and an offer of assistance. When Alastor had sent Husk away on an errand earlier, he hadn’t imagined it would turn out so wonderfully.

Now, there was a new piece on the chessboard, and Alastor was determined to capture you as his pawn.

Your soul would be his.

[another-lost-mc]

How do you think time works between the three realms? I've been thinking that time moves slower in the human realm than it does in the Devildom and Celestial realms, but there isn't a whole lot that supports that besides the fact that Levi has anime and manga (and technology) thousands of years before the events of OG Obey Me, and even then it's pretty meh for evidence.

It's been rattling around my brain for a while and I hope you might have some more insight. :)

Love all your work btw. I find myself re-reading them rather often lol

Firstly, thank you so much for your kind words. <3

And I'll be honest, the flow of time in this game is a bit strange. Really strange. The wonky time travel stuff and whatever's going on in NB (and the weird timeline-related plot twists I'm sure we'll get later) are hard to follow.

You need a certain amount of suspension of disbelief too. The demons have all this fancy technology hundreds/thousands of years ago? Sure! Manga? No problem! Modern clothing? Why not!

(I assume angels have the same things the demons do, and my on-the-fly headcanon is that's due to previous attempts at peace treaties involved sharing/developing cross-realm technological advancements.)

I'm sure other blogs that focus on the lore/theories behind OM! canon have done a better job trying to pinpoint some of those answers than I ever could. I think the technology aspect is what bugs me the most though and I'm not sure we have (or will ever have) clear explanations for that, or ones that make logical sense, anyway.

Sleepy time ideas before I log off for the night:

It could be something to do with time travel or foresight that gives the Devildom/Celestial Realm access to these things long before the human world does, or...hm. I don't know, maybe we should think of them as if they're alien races in other realms that are more advanced (because reasons), and over time their developments eventually made it to the human world? Like a demon being summoned for a ritual dropped his D.D.D. and humans studied/replicated parts of that technology. (It sounds silly but my demon!mc would totally do something clumsy like that so anything's possible.)

[cosmoknightchaos]

∞ !!

You know what time it is <3

Writing this before I shuffle my music. Please be a thematic song please be a thematic song please be a thematic song pl-

LAPLACE'S ANGELS BY WILL WOOD

Serious answer: "Run your diagnostic tests it's posited nobody dies agnostic / But we still dial 9-1-1"

Fucking LOVE this line. Nobody dies agnostic but we still call upon medical science to save us. Oooh I love it. Also the way he delivers it??? "run your diagNOStic test it's positive nobody dies ✨agnostic✨ but we still🙄 dial 9. 1. 1 ❤️"

Also. I am begging you. Watch the music video. Those were real people.

Deeply unserious answer (long):

yEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH COME TAKE A LOOK AT MEEEEEE

am i

BAD

am i

BAD

am i ✨REALLY✨ that

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAD😘❤️😝

Can I just. Put the entire ending of the song as my answer

Everything from "So if you wash you hands of where you've been" to the ending. It's so so so good. The higher voices during the first part. Just straight quarter notes (that sound like it should be eighths but the song is FAST) driving that section forward. The way the music cuts out and then he belts the chorus. THE WAY HE BELTS THE CHORUS THAT HE'S SUNG GENTLY EVERY TIME. The question has truly become rhetorical. Beforehand he was asking knowing the answer, but gently. Guiding you towards that same realization. Do you know what he knows? Can you understand? That we're all the same? And then he gets to the final repeat of the chorus and fucking loses it. Full embrace. Because he knows you would walk that mile if you had that life. The only thing you can do is embrace it- the difference between fate and free will. And the fucking "La la la"s at the end. What the FUCK is up with that delivery. Holy shit. Something something you'd expect the Lalala to be in a kids song. Nice and easy and simple. And Will Wood doing the exact opposite matches with the theme of the song. Because it's just music, all the same in the end. Which is the point he's trying to make. It's all the same in the end. Gripping you by the shoulders do you see my vision.

ALSO. ALSO "The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough / so evil ones should get a little more"

what

what the fuck man

Like. HELLO???? WHAT????? HUH????????

Easily second place in terms of favourite lines. The way it switches from the high pitched "skeleton" voices to his voice and then he drops a fucking octave??? What???? The fuck???????

And because I alluded to it earlier. "The difference 'twixt fate and free will / Is whether you're singing / Ooh, could you take a look at me? / Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?"

THIS FUCKING LINE. Third place on the tierlist. The difference between your life being in your own hands and your life being predetermined is dependent on if you wonder if you're a good person. What the fuck.

On that note let's talk about the title! Named after the physics theory Laplace's Demon, a theory involved in scientific determinism (the idea that everything is planned and the future is predetermined). Laplace's Demon states that, knowing how things move at a molecular level, if someone were to know the exact location and momentum of everything in one exact moment, then it's possible to determine the position of everything in the next moment, and the next, and so on until that someone has obtained all knowledge about the future.

And the song is about the differences between "good" and "evil" people, and how if they switched places they'd end up living the same life as the other person, and how no one's truly good or evil because everyone has the potential to do both. It's Laplace's Angel because if everything is predetermined then there are no consequences, because things being predetermined removes any and all liability that a person may have. Good and evil would not exist because all there is is the life we were forced to live out. And if you put aside the things we were predetermined to do, then we're all the exact goddamn same- so if you were in the same shoes, you'd walk that mile. You'd do the exact same thing. It is only natural.

I am mentally unwell.

Go listen to this song.

[summerwritesfics]

🪽🌎We Are The Fallen

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 1652 Words Rating: Mature Warnings: Fallen Angel AU, Fallen Angel!Bi-Han, Fallen Angel!Kuai Liang, Demon!Hanzo Hasashi, Drinking, Alcohol, Past Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Past Self Mutilation, Self-Mutilation, Demon Deals, Minor Violence, Guilt, Betrayal

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist - In The Nightside Of Eden Masterlist

Notes: Fun fact, this was actually my 100th work over on AO3 :3 Anyway, I think this kinda makes up for Bi-Han being a crappy brother in the last fic.

Bi-Han downed another drink, even though it did nothing to him. He may have fallen, but he still had angelic qualities to him. And being immune to the illicit substances of humanity was one of them.

“You should probably go a little easier on the drinks.” Bi-Han blinked and stopped breathing. I know that voice. “I’ve heard they can be deadly.”

The person who was talking to him walked up from behind, circling round to sit at the chair opposite. Bi-Han couldn’t believe who it was, even when face to face with him.

“Kuai Liang?” He questioned, and his brother softly smiled at him.

“Hello Big Brother, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

It had been a while. He hadn’t seen Kuai since their father cast Bi-Han out of heaven. Funny, given it was always Kuai he threatened to send down. Bi-Han made one mistake, just one, and that was it, he was cast away. That wasn’t Kuai’s fault though, it was their fathers. He still remembered the agony as his wings were torn from his body, his own screams harmonising with Kuai’s wailing cry, before the weightless feeling of him falling down to Earth below.

If Kuai was also here, then it seemed father had finally gone through with his previous threats.

“He threw you out,” Bi-Han whispered. Kuai looked a lot worse for wear since the last time he’d laid eyes on him. That scar across his one eye was new, as was the beard. Most alarming, his wings were gone, and while he could have just been hiding them, it seemed far more logical that they were simply no more.

“No, I es-“ Kuai hesitated, swallowing and looking away. “I left.” Kuai blinked a few times before he looked back at his big brother. “Gēgē, I need your help.” He was fidgeting with his hands, and Bi-Han knew that he was nervous about something. “I am… working for someone now. He is trying to find someone called Quan Chi. I know you know where he is.”

“What?” Bi-Han did know where Quan Chi was, but how Kuai knew that he didn’t know. More pressing was whomever Kuai was working for however. “What do you mean, working for someone?”

“When I fell, he found me, and helped me. I made a deal with him, Bi-Han, and that’s why I need to help him find Quan Chi.”

A deal? The only beings really known for making deals were demons.

“What kind of deal?” Bi-Han asked, afraid of the answer.

“I think you know what kind, Bi-Han,” a third but alarmingly familiar voice spoke out. A hand touched his shoulder, and Bi-Han turned his head to look up in disgust at Hanzo Hasashi.

“I thought we agreed I’d sort this out?” Kuai desperately questioned, and somehow that made everything slot into place.

“You were taking too long,” Hanzo claimed, looking down at Bi-Han with a bored look.

Bi-Han knocked the hand off his shoulder, jumping to his feet and summoning his sickle to hold at Hanzo’s throat, shoving the demon against the wall as he did. Hanzo huffed, but otherwise looked unbothered.

“What sick game are you playing Hasashi?” Bi-Han hissed, resisting the urge to push the sickle into Hanzo’s flesh. “What are you forcing my brother into?”

“There is no force involved,” Hanzo replied in a bored tone, before his mouth broke out into a cruel grin. “I don’t do anything to him that he doesn’t want.”

Bi-Han saw red. He suddenly pulled his hand up, sickle still in his grip preparing to slash at the demon’s throat. Kuai’s hand reached out to grab Bi-Han’s wrist and stop him.

“Bi-Han, stop, please.” Kuai struggled to keep Bi-Han’s hand at bay. “When I fell Hanzo found me, and he helped me.”

Bi-han’s eyes flicked over to his little brother, his eyes were wide and watery, practically begging Bi-Han to stop. There was more to Kuai’s falling that he wasn’t telling him. He knew his brother, he knew when he wasn’t being completely truthful.

“What happened?” He asked, pulling away from Hanzo and turning to face Kuai instead. As Bi-han lowered his arm, Kuai let go. “What happened when you fell?”

Kuai blinked a few times, mouth going tight and conflict clear on his face. He cleared his throat a few times.

“After you were gone, Father’s actions got worse.” Kuai’s hand reached up to his face, fingers rubbing at the scar like it was hurting him. Did Father do that to him? “Everything I did was wrong. Everything I did made him angry.” Kuai closed his eyes and swallowed. “One night, I overheard him making plans. He wants you back Bi-Han, and he was going to use me to get to you.”

“But then…” Bi-Han was confused. If their Father was going to use Kuai as bait to bring Bi-Han back to heaven, why would he banish him?

“I couldn’t let him do that to you,” Kuai explained, holding his hand up and summoning a knife. “So. I escaped. I cut my own wings off, and I let myself fall.”

Bi-Han stumbled backwards, hand flying over his mouth, feeling like he was about to throw up. His brother. His beloved little brother. Forced to cut his own wings off to protect the elder. To escape the abuse he suffered. It should have been the other way around. Bi-Han should have been Kuai’s protector, and yet all the evidence in front of him proved that he had failed.

“It’s not your fault,” Kuai cut in before Bi-Han could react, already aware of Bi-Han’s guilt complex and habit of self blame when it came to these things. “It is our Father who shoulders the burden for both our suffering.”

Somehow that did little to comfort Bi-Han. But for the moment, all he could do was put his own feelings aside.

He’d make plans on how his father would suffer for all this later.

“What about him?” Bi-Han hissed, and gestured towards Hanzo with his head. “Where does he come into it?”

“He found me when I fell,” Kuai explained, his eyes briefly glancing over to Hanzo. The demon was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and looking a little bit annoyed at all the talking. “Father wasn’t going to let me go easily, he sent men after me. Hanzo has kept me safe from them since. In turn I aid him in matters such as this.”

“The sex is just a bonus,” Hanzo smugly added, and how Bi-Han resisted jumping him and beating the shit out of him, he really did not know.

“You aren’t helping,” Kuai growled between his teeth, shooting his own glare towards Hanzo. The demon just laughed. He shook his head and returned his attention to Bi-Han. “We need to find Quan Chi, big brother. He’s responsible for a lot of hurt towards a lot of people and we need to stop him. We know you’ve been doing work for him here and there.”

“I have, and that’s why I can’t just tell you where he is.” Bi-Han reached to take Kuai’s shoulders in his hands. “Like Hanzo has helped you, Quan Chi has aided me since I fell. I can’t betray his trust.”

“He is working with Father.”

Oh, how that simple sentence completely shattered Bi-Han’s world.

“It seems with me no longer a viable option, he was willing to make a deal with Quan Chi for your capture,” Kuai explained, his own hands reaching to cradle his brother's face. “Maybe not tonight or tomorrow, but eventually, when you’re no longer of use to him, he will hand you back over to Father.”

Bi-Han swallowed, “he’s going to betray me?”

“Quan Chi is loyal only to himself,” Hanzo roughly added, grimacing slightly. “Believe me, I found that out in a far harsher way than you have.”

“Please, Bi-Han,” Kuai whispered. “We need to stop him.”

Bi-Han grit his teeth. He hated this, everything about this situation was heinous. But Kuai was looking up at him with large pleading eyes and he just could not say no to that.

He couldn’t say no after what their Father had done to both of them.

“Quan Chi lives in a condo on the other side of the city,” Bi-Han spoke, addressing his brother, rather than Hanzo. “I can take you there.”

“Thank you,” Kuai replied, resting his head on Bi-Han’s shoulder. It was the same action they used to do when they were children and Kuai had been punished by their Father. Bi-Han closed his eyes, and gently pet Kuai’s hair.

“We have no time to waste,” Hanzo told them, completely spoiling the moment, although Bi-Han couldn’t say anything in return. “Let’s go.”

And with that Hanzo was walking back towards the exit of the bar. Bi-Han watched him go with nothing but loathing in his heart. If Kuai Liang wasn’t here he’d have killed the bastard.

“Please tell me you aren’t actually having sex with him and that he was just trying to piss me off,” Bi-Han huffed at Kuai Liang, who looked up at him sheepishly. “I know your taste in men has always been terrible, but I refuse to believe it’s that bad.”

Kuai gave an uncomfortable smile, one with a few too many teeth showing as he replied “maybe it’s best I let you keep believing that.”

“Are you two actually coming or what?” Hanzo shouted across the room, not giving Bi-Han chance to argue further on what the hell was wrong with Kuai.

Bi-Han gave Kuai a look that he hoped screamed “are you serious”. All Kuai did in turn was smile and pat his chest a few times. He moved past Bi-Han to go and catch up to Hanzo. Bi-Han grumbled to himself, but still went to follow after them.

Elder Gods give me strength to not strike that demon down before this night is done.