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neerons · 5 months

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Some of Clavis Lelouch’s best quotes + Cyran's bonus quotes

"Tell me, Emma, what do you think is the best way to wake someone who's really bad at waking up? (...) That's right, you stab them." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"Finding such a handsome man in your room is enough to leave anyone breathless. Take your time. I know I'm easy on the eyes. (...) Oh, nice reaction! There's nothing like a good AHHHHH to get me in the mood."

“I didn’t do anything. But next time, don’t be intimidated by these status-crazed nobles. You don’t owe them anything—not even a smile. If someone looks down on you, look down on them in return. Otherwise, your self-worth will start to plummet. Never abandon your self-respect just to calm the situation. I know you’re a wonderful person—I wouldn’t have chosen you as my wife if not.”

"You succumbed to delusion."

"You weren't paying any attention to me at all. I got so lonely, I almost died!"

"...I want to make love to you."

"I'll tell you a secret about Chevalier. You want to know right? I bet you do. (...) He likes romance novels, but the reason for that is... Me. (...) One day, I secretly added to his pile of books... I put a book that boasted its dewy, spicy romance in the pile."

"Haha! When you're as handsome as I am, you look good no matter what state you're in. You just need better understanding of aesthetics." (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"Haha! You don't need to apologize. Who says only kids are allowed to be bouncy? What's wrong with adults being genuine about loving the things they love?"

"Oh, the things you say! Don't you realize you threaten to unleash the beast that hides behind this gentleman's visage?" (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"What a fool I was to think I was done falling in love with you. The depths I could fall for you seem endless."

“We can do it on the table, or by the windowsill again, if you like. Ah, but I don’t recommend the floor—not unless you’re into that.”

"I would never allow my lovely fiancee to live a life of fear. And so I must take it upon myself to indulge her in a life of joy." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Wait, wait, wait! (...) Chevalier, you cannot possibly be trying to replace the words 'I love you' with that one kiss. (...) Why else would Emma have dressed up so beautifully? It's all so she can hear you say those three words! (...) Yes, not all things need to be said, but there is a purpose in giving words to feelings. That's how you can bring them into the real world. Chev, you can't let Emma guess how you truly feel forever. Just tell her. (...) The average person can't read minds like you do. Don't assume that Emma knows everything just because you do." (—Clavis to Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)

"I'm charming, aren't I?"

"Here you are, alone in a secret room with a handsome prince. Why are you only interested in those lifeless husks? (...) That's a little offensive, you know."

"Haha! Go to hell." (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Goodness, I've never visited that bookstore, and to think it was hiding a gem all this time..." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"Dear me, it looks like they started running the second they spotted me. Haha! That's optimistic of them. " (—Clavis talking about Yves and Licht to Emma)

"You could at least call it artistic. My handwriting conceals talent that would surpass that of a genius artist. (...) It's readable. So long as you take the time to decode it! Haha!" (—Clavis to Jin)

"Ah... Hahaha! I can't believe you headbutted me! You should've slapped me, at least."

"There's no rule that says you have to drink alcohol once you come of age. That said, it might be more romantic to let you get drunk and then take care of you until you sober up. Wait here, I'll just get some—"

"Of course, I'm not trying to criticize your own personal standards for good and evil. But throughout our lives, we're constantly being confronted by our perceptions of good and evil. And there are times when we might regret it later, if we decide to be critical of something simply because 'it's evil'. Our own individual standards for good and evil may not always be aligned with the kingdom's standards for good and evil. And if that happens, wouldn't you want to remain true to your own standards? To what you believe is good and right?"

"So you're comfortable drinking. I'll keep that in mind." (—Clavis' thoughts about Emma)

"(...) I'm well aware that of all the princes, I was the one most loved by his mother. Although I suppose it's not really a surprise, given how adorable and cute I was. (...) Haha! Why are you apologizing? There's no rule that says we can't talk about the deceased. And there's no need to feel guilty, either. I'm not some silly child who gets all worked up just from thinking about her." (—Clavis talking about his mother to Emma)

"I love drawing attention to myself, you know that. I wanted everyone in the palace talking about me, so I made it seem as if I'd gone missing." (—Clavis to Sariel)

"...You're surprisingly sweet on Emma, aren't you?" (—Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well obviously, because I like rabbits. And from what I know of rabbits... They may seem aloof, but they're actually very sweet and loving, and if you're lucky, they'll even let you see that side of them. I think they're adorable. And despite being delicate and easily frightened, they won't run from anything—they'll stand their ground and put on a brave face. I can't think of any other creature that instills in me such an urge to protect them. You see? Everything about them is lovable." (—Clavis talking about Emma secretly)

"But that's why Rhodolite is so well-balanced. If we all agreed with Leon, the kingdom would constantly be in danger from outside. If we all agreed with Chevalier, it would end up a dictatorship."

"You're about the only person who willingly visits the brutal beast's lair."

"Just so we're clear, this doesn't even count as a setback to me. I've tasted defeat countless times at the hands of a brother more beastly than anyone in Obsidian. I've never once made the right choice. I'm a loser, constantly making mistakes, and constantly being laughed at for them. (...) When you fail, it's easy to give up. It's easy to think your ideas are wrong, and yield to the right choice. But this is what I do. Every time I fail, I get up again, and I fight even harder, so that next time, maybe I won't fail. I don't care about what's right for the kingdom. I stay true to what's right for me, and that's the only way I've found any meaning in my life. Even if what I believe to be right and true is actually wrong, and even if I'm called evil and wicked for doing what I do... I'll fight against the brutal beast's methods with everything I have in me. And I'm not going to die until I've made him kneel before me, and accepted that my beliefs are just as righteous as his are. (...) And since I've spent my life tasting nothing but defeat, I think I can declare this with some certainty. So long as you go on living, you'll never really be a loser. Because there is no such thing. Even if you lost this time, you just have to win next time to be the winner. And if nothing else, you'd be able to die a prouder man than you will now. (...) Today's failures will lead you to tomorrow's hope. Always, as long as you don't give up. And that's why I'm going to get up and try again. What about you? Are you going to die a dog's death here?" (—Clavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")

"What a shame... Were my hands not bound right now... I'd already be making love to you."

"Haha! Not a chance. I adore her." (—Clavis denying disliking Emma to Gilbert)

"I've always tried to be a gentleman, and live by the tenet that women are free to come and go as they please. But with you, I find myself wondering whether I should be using handcuffs, rope, or maybe a strong net."

"All right, then, I guess I'll just have to slip a few weapons into your luggage to help celebrate your departure. At the very least, I've already included a shovel." (—Clavis helping Emma escape from Obsidian)

"My brother is an absolute genius when it comes to angering people in just about every way possible. He outclasses us all in that, too." (—Clavis talking about Chevalier)

"Dearie me, don't tell me you're here for a secret tryst with my brother? I never imagined this unsociable beast might finally have his sexual awakening—" (—Clavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)

"(...) It's a water jet device designed to keep you cool in sultry summer evenings. I made it expressly for you. Isn't it brilliant?"

"The only people he could hold a proper conversation with were those who faced him head-on." (—Clavis' thoughts about Chevalier)

"(...) I don't care about me, but I don't think it's appropriate to be pointing guns at a woman, do you?" (—Clavis protecting Emma from 'someone')

"You really are gorgeous... I'm so captivated by you... that I feel I might forget how to be a gentleman for good."

"You could tie me down any day, my lovely fiancee."

"Ah. Hello, insecurity. I had not missed you at all. If I want to make my lovely fiancee happy, I'm going to need to start being more confident." (—Clavis' thoughts)

"You're so beautiful when you're watching something with rapt attention."

"How could you treat your kind little brother like this, when he worked himself to the bone trying to keep your library nice and tidy? I'm going to tell Emma on you." (—Angry Clavis to Chevalier)

"Well, first, I'd love to be able to pamper you in the bathroom. I want to wash your hair and gently exfoliate your skin so it's super soft. (...) Next, I want to hire a famous artist to draw a portrait of you than I can hang on my wall. I want one so big it'll cover the entire thing. Maybe I'll even get a bunch of you drawn. Seeing lots of you while I work would be good for motivation. (...) Also, I would love it if we could change up how we say good night. Every day, before bed, I want us to say 'I love you' instead of just 'good night'. (...) Oh, it's also my dream to go on a trip around the world with you! I just want to explore new sights with you and kiss and cuddle you in new places."

Cyran's bonus quotes:

"(...) Prince Clavis lies incessantly, so feel free to ignore everything he says. (...) Everything. You've no need to be worried about his feelings, or even keep him company. And it might be in your best interests to refuse to eat any of this." (—Cyran talking about Clavis and his cooking to Emma, in front of Clavis)

"You're still half-asleep, aren't you? You're a disgrace." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"When we finally catch up to him, I think we should team up and give him a good scolding!" (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Since you left me behind like that, I've decided to hold a grudge against you forever. (...) Do it again and I'll throttle you, master or no. Just so you know." (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I'm afraid that Prince Clavis's plan is truly stupid. A prince in his right mind would never even plan such a thing, and the average person would recoil in shock at the very idea of it."

"Prince Clavis, you can't just go casually tossing your head in her lap like that. My Lady, you're more than welcome to slap him awake at this point."

"(...) despite all that, there was one fool prince who stormed into the camp where the prisoners were being held. Yep, I'm talking about the idiot prince currently sleeping like a babe in your lap."

"From the way he acts, it's easy to mistake him for a fool and a scoundrel, but... at heart, he's the kindest, most compassionate man I've ever met." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Emma)

"...So where is he, this handsome man? (...) ...You're a total mess right now, you realize. You look dreadful. Want me to get you a mirror?" (—Cyran to Clavis)

"My Lady, I truly am sorry, but... I've been ordered to inform you that, and I quote, 'your prince is in grave danger and needs you to rescue him! Ahaha'! (...) ...He insisted I include the 'ahaha' at the end." (—Cyran delivering a message from Clavis to Emma)

"Very well. I'll inform him that you said to die in pain and agony." (—Cyran talking about Clavis to Chevalier)

"Really? Are you sure? Ahh, this is great, it means I can get away from my troublesome master for a while. I look forward to serving you, My Lady, and I'll do my absolute best for you!" (—Cyran replying to Clavis' order to be Emma's personal bodyguard)

"My Lady, you're the sort of person who worries constantly about other people, without ever thinking about yourself. Like at the party, when you tried to protect Prince Gilbert from that guy with the knife. That sort of thing."

"...Farewell, my peaceful days."

"...Stay strong, my lady. I know exactly how you feel, but know that I am cheering you on."

#as usual I might add more later #clavis lelouch #ikémen prince #ikeprince clavis #cyran rose #ikemen prince #ikemen prince quotes #ikeprince #cybird #cybird otome #otome game

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hazbinshusk · 17 days

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Can I request orgasm and aftercare for Angel and Husk, please 🙏🏽

P.s. I'm super excited to read more of Stoles and Angel content 🥰💕

I'm hoping I'll write some of them soon (I've started some huskerdust x reader that hasn't gone anywhere yet) :)

angel dust:

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

angel is sorely unused to aftercare, for unfortunately obvious reasons.

so when he first starts experiencing it, he kind of needs it to start small.

massaging out the kinks and stiff muscles is a big one, and if you're the kind of partner who can shower or bath with him (sorry husk - although he's more than happy to run the bath and sit beside it to keep him company afterwards), he's going to be so happy.

warming up to cuddles takes a little while initially - he's usually out the door before the sheets are dry on most hookups (or they are), and the only one he's (forced to) shared a bed with after is val.

but bring him fat nuggets and be okay with the little piglet sharing the bed (and the leds staying on), and you'll get your brains cuddled out.

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

angel's a pro, literally, so it's pretty hard to fool him - he knows when a partner is faking. and he will be offended.

I feel like he's still probably pretty vocal in bed (even if that's exaggerated on set), but I think there's actually a pretty obvious difference in his fake orgasms and his real ones. His voice will get reedier, he'll be more breathless, and there's a real desperation in his tone that immediately makes anyone who's watched his movies realize that he fakes it a lot in them.

I also love the idea of there being a big lead up but then he cums with this almost shocked look on his face, mouth open, brow furrowed, but with very little sound. his whole body will seize up and he's hands will tighten in a death grip, but it'll be barely more than like, the end of the moan that comes out.

you want angel to cum quickly? listen to what he wants. kiss his neck, tease his prostate, and tell him how good he feels. praise the poor boy, please.

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husk:

afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?

husk is a big cuddler. he might not admit that to pretty much anyone, but he almost enjoys the cuddling after just as much as he enjoys the sex.

feeling his partner not only want to be intimate like this with him, but truly relax with him, it warms that stony heart of his.

purring is going to happen, which is a bonus, because it helps both him and his partner relax.

husk is big into aftercare and checking in when it comes to bdsm - he needs to make sure he didn't take anything too far. maybe this comes from some of his less than fond memories of things he did while he was an overlord, where consent got a little muddled thanks to soul contracts and booze, but now he makes sure to check in.

husk passes out pretty quickly after sex if he's left to his own devices. if you have plans, you need to get him out of that bed pretty quickly, or he's going to be dead to the world in minutes (and you're going to find it really hard to extricate yourself from his embrace).

orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?

husk is big on communication, so I think there's a strong possibility he'll ask where you want him to finish.

he's also going to get more vocal the closer he gets. his voice will be rougher, his thrusts will lose their rhythm, and he's going to start cursing the closer he is to cumming.

husk also wants his partner to cum with him, so he'll try to hold off on it until he feels you're close too.

husk is going to groan, his eyes will roll back, his wings will stiffen, and he's going to want to be as close to you as possible - kissing you or burying his face in your neck as he comes down.

husk can be sensitive after an orgasm, it depends on if you edged him. his wings and ears will be more sensitive afterwards.

tell him how good he feels, squeeze around him, and call him by his name. oh? and whisper in his ear that he's a good kitty in the right moments? the man is putty.

#angel dust #angel dust headcanons #angel dust headcanon #angel dust x reader #husk #husk hazbin hotel #husk headcanon #husk headcanons #husk x reader #husk posting #headcanon #headcanons #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #anon

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sugarrushproductions · 8 months

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Hazbin Hotel Finale Spoilers!! You have been fucking warned!!!

Viv you wonderful troll you! I called both Adam and Pentious dying, but I didn't expect to see the latter in heaven and the former meeting his end because of Nifty!

EP 7 doesn't have much I want to talk about, though a quick thing about all the songs. The only one I truly loved was Carmila's the rest were fine and I loved all the callbacks to previous songs.

Dude, the fucking rollercoaster of emotions I felt at the end-

Rosie is great, I still say her and the cannibal's are hellborn until I'm proven otherwise

I'm scared for that deal. I hate IOU deals, Al could ask Charlie for anything.

Vaggie gets her wings back, yeah!

Carmila's shoes being her weapons was amazing!

I think that's it for EP 7.

The bar scene with Huskerdust 😍

I think we saw Husk starting to really fall for him.

Them this whole finale is just so cute, I want more!

Nifty instantly going after Angel after Charlie tells her to stab angels is just perfect.

Nifty and Al, jeez, I didn't expect to be so cute.

The little roach crown 🥺

We were all worried for nothing, Charlie is just emotional.

Also, Chaggie kiss! Now Huskerdust and I'll be set!

The V's are literally just watching them and I feel like some of their reactions

Alastor has been holding back. His fight with Adam is amazing.

And he has a mask... Did not expect that.

Seeing him curse again was amazing.

Charlie is so cute!!!

Angel and Cherri are a power duo!

Husk is so real!

So it seems Adam really did eat the apple.

Vagatha.... I love you Pentious.

"These fucking angels won't stop coming!"

"Ha!"

"Ok, I walked into that one."

That whole exchange is gold.

Lucifer Ex Machina! Yes!

I love his fight with Adam. It's so much fun!

Husk used his wings to shield the others, I'm crying!

Luci, hun, that's not how you say that..

And shut up Val!

Ok, but really, Velvette looks so cute in this.

Fat Nuggets is alive! And Keekee too! Yay!

I was sad about Pentious dying

Then surprised and happy to see him in heaven!

I actually figured he'd been the first to be redeemed. Sorry Angel.

But seriously, suck it Sera!

Speaking of heaven....

How the FUCK did Lilith get there? Why is she there? How the hell could she just abandon her family?

Also, I can't believe they fo

So many fucking questions, Season two needs to come so quickly.

The Hotel looks so cool! I can't wait see it in action.

I know I missed a lot, but God damnit this show is awesome!

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel sir pentious #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel adam #chaggie #huskerdust

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agustd-png · 6 months

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Day6 Smut Headcanons

As promised, here's some smut headcanons for these boys! 💙🍀💚 I posted a Younghyun A-Z once, but that was 5 years ago (!) so my opinions are probably a bit different now. 18+ under the cut, yall~

Sungjin

It takes him awhile to really understand that you find him hot, to understand that yes, you are very attracted to him. He doesn't see himself in that way, so it's flattering and surprising for him, even if you tell him on many different occasions. Because of that, you often have to be the one to initiate sex, at least for a few months into a relationship. But when he is in bed, he's a good partner; very attentive, and passionate when he gets going. No dom/sub dynamic with him, just mutual pleasure. Everything's very balanced: you go down on him, he's gonna go down on you. He doesn't really think about which of those he likes better, it's all nice in his mind. When you give him head, he guides you carefully with both hands, watching you intently and holding your hair gently. When he gives you head, he focuses and closes his eyes, making out with your pussy until you're squirming. Loves to shove his tongue as deep into you as he can get it. He loves to be on top and in control, so something classic like missionary is definitely a go-to, but he also loves having you on your stomach and taking you from behind. His sounds are minimal, as he tries to maintain that Busan tenacity, but when he does let go, his moans are deep, clear, and melodic with a slight husk. When he cums, he pushes deep into you, bites hard on his lip and slips out a curse. And oh does he love to cum inside you, to fill you up and revel in his possessive tendencies. But if not inside you, he likes it when you jerk him off onto your tongue. Would call you something like "angel" or "kitten". He probably wouldn't say it outright, but he loves to spoil you.

Younghyun

A very intimate partner; his hands are all over your body whenever he gets the chance. He'll come up behind you when you're cooking or doing dishes and wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck or just standing there with you in his arms and his chin on your shoulder. In bed, he'll pull off your garments piece by piece and let his hands and lips traverse your body before anything else. He loves intimate positions where your bodies are closely intertwined, and loves to hold your gaze while you have sex. Having you straddling him while he sits on a couch or comfy chair is a fave for him, and he'd be up for cock warming too. Calls you "baby" all the time, and likes to be called a nice little domestic pet name like "honey". He's very talkative during sex, not just with dirty talk, but having like full conversations. He has such a penchant for truly enjoying and appreciating experiences while he's having them, so it's quite common for him to smile warmly at you when you're together. He loves oral sex, both giving and receiving. When he's giving, he spreads your legs wide and uses his fingers a lot, watching your reactions to everything. When you're going down on him, he furrows his brow and bites his lips till they're red and swollen, trying so hard not to let his instincts take over and fuck your face. But if you let him...yeah he'll take the opportunity. Deep throating is such a big turn on for him, and he just loves to cum in your mouth and see you swallow. He can be a bit shy with his moans, relying more on his words, but with a little encouragement will let you hear them more. And thank God for that, because he sounds lovely; relaxed and husky and sprinkled with dirty words under his breath. "Oh my God, you're so good for me, baby...taking it so good...yeah, you want it, don't you, baby? Tell me how much you want me..." If you suggest something a little kinkier or toys, he'd hesitantly be open to trying it.

Wonpil

Anyone who's read some of my Wonpil stuff knows that in my mind, he's the quintessential Baby Boy 😌💕 He needs a soft dom to take care of him. Very obedient and loves to please, he'd let you tie him up, gag him, blindfold him, leash him, tease him, edge him, whatever. He loves it when you take charge, and his favorite positions are when you're on top, though he also likes to spoon. He also would totally let you peg him. When he goes down on you, he prefers for you to sit on his face. Run your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he is letting you use his mouth, and he's melting into a whimpering puddle beneath you. When you go down on him, he squirms and whimpers for more, but bites his tongue to keep himself from begging too much. He watches you with shaky breath as you take all of him in your mouth. Cums wherever you tell him to, often ending up doing so in your hand. He tries his best to hold it until you tell him he can cum, but he has a hard time with that. Breathy, clipped, whiny moans leave him when you touch him, only getting louder and whinier the closer he gets. "Please, I'm so close, c-can I cum, please?" He's very curious about toys and open to experimenting with them, on himself and on you. Loves to be called "baby boy", "honey", "sweetie", things like that. He'll call you "baby" in public and whatever you want him to behind closed doors. He gets off to the idea of cuckolding, but would probably never actually let another person fuck you.

Dowoon

He gets kinda cocky when he knows you want him, and so uses the opportunity to tease you and make you ask for it. He likes to hear you say you want him, and sometimes playfully won't even let you kiss him until you say as much. Despite that, he's clingy, but not annoyingly so. It's really very endearing. Innocent date nights turn hotter faster with him, and you may never watch an entire movie together, as you always end up dry humping or fucking before the credits roll. He loves your ass and is always finding some excuse to have his hand on it. In public he'll just call you by your name, but in bed he likes to call you "princess" or "good girl" and to think of himself as more dom than he actually is. Deep grunts rumble in his chest, along with exasperated exhales, when you fuck. "Going crazy, can't believe how good you feel..." He's actually not that into receiving head, but he loves a good handjob. He'll go down on you, but thinks of it more as foreplay and doesn't stay down there long. Which is a shame, because he's quite good at it. He just can't wait to be inside you and often gets ahead of himself, and so most of your sex life is intercourse. But once he starts fucking you, he's so determined to do his very best. He's focused and passionate, and loves to try all kinds of positions. If he had to choose a favorite, it would probably be reverse cowgirl. Again, because he loves your ass, and because it's endlessly hot to him to watch you riding him. He's also a bit voyeuristic, loving to watch you get yourself off. Public sex is intriguing to him, but he's hesitant to actually try it. He loves to cum on your chest, and often ends up just pulling out and hurriedly cumming wherever's closest, like your ass or lower stomach. Doesn't often cum inside you though, he likes to see your skin covered in it.

#day6 smut #sungjin smut #young k smut #younghyun smut #wonpil smut #dowoon smut #mine #day6 scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 hard thoughts #day6 hard hours #headcanon

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simphornies · 7 months

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A/N: Drabble! I wanna get this idea out my head.

No word count, not proofread

Warnings: mentions of abuse. implied stalking? 👀.

Always Watching [ Drabble ]

You roamed the dark, bloody streets of cannibal town, weak and tired. You ran away from yet another abusive partner and you were lucky to live through this one. You had nowhere to go and nobody to go to. You were truly alone this time.

As you sat in an alleyway on some pieces of cardboard, you reminisced on your life before hell. You suffered through abuse, from family to friends to lovers. You were truly pushed to your limit. You got shot down by cops after you went on a murder spree, killing all those who wronged you. You died with a psychotic smile as tears streamed down your face.

It was no surprise that you found yourself in Hell. Even in Hell you just can't seem to stop yourself from finding some type of comfort. You just wished for power and security. You were tired of feeling helpless because you knew that if you had a little bit more strength, you'd be unstoppable. You'd be happy. Or at least, content.

That's when you were dragged to the Hazbin Hotel by a radio demon with deer ears. He saw you sleeping in the alleyway and nothing delighted him more than the pathetic sight of you. He's been looking for you.

"Oh my gosh. I am so glad to have another guest stay here with us at the hotel! My name is Charlie! This is Vaggie, my girlfriend and this is my dad, Lucifer! That's Husk, our bartender. Angel Dust, another guest. Niffty, our maid and Alastor! Our facility manager!" She gestured to everyone who waved to you briefly before returning to what they were doing. "I'll show you to your room!"

You were dragged across the floor and brought to an empty room. "This is where you'll be staying! Make yourself at home!" She grinned, practically exploding with excitement, "And after you're all settled in, you can come join us for dinner!"

"Thank you. I'll...I'll be there shortly." You nervously laugh. Charlie ran off to meet back up with the rest and you let out a sigh. You turned the light on in your new room and looked around. You had nothing. No money, no power, no belongings. You shut the door behind you and plopped down on your bed, face first. "Ugh. Fuck my life."

"But you're already dead, my dear!" A familiar radio voice loudly exclaims next to you. You scream and fell on the floor. You looked at the demon with shock on your face. You could've sworn you closed the door. Before you could speak, he traveled through his shadows to appear in front of you, holding his hand out for you to grab. "Need a bit of help?"

You hesitantly held his hand and he immediately pulls you up to your feet. "What do you want from me?" You ask, dusting yourself off.

"Nothing!" He says, playfully swatting his hand at you, "I'm just here to greet our latest guest! And must I say your room is quite bland!"

"Yeah, well I don't have anything." You frown.

He grabbed your face, forcing your lips up to a smile, "Smile my dear! You're never fully dressed without one." You tensed and flinched at his touch, pulling away quickly. Alastor takes note of your reaction. "Oh my. You've got quite the baggage."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You rub the areas he held, averting your gaze away from him.

"I apologize for touching you without permission. I should've inquired sooner." His voice was uncharacteristically softer than usual. It wasn't too obvious but you could tell. "Now! Let's get your room all set up!"

He claps and shadows engulfed the empty spaces where decorations would be and when they vanished, items were in place. He added paintings, trinkets, little designs you liked. You looked around amazed and a little confused. "How do you know I like any of these things...?"

"That's for me to know! Now! We're all waiting for you at dinner!" He pushes you out of the room with a shadow, taking you back to the lobby.

"You got her, radio?"

"Yes. Soul still intact as expected, old pal."

"Perfect."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel drabble

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lu-lus-dicks · 6 months

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Idk what to call this so you make up the title

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu and angie as villains, lulu is a dog

chapter: 1/? Word count: 1,431

Featuring: babygirl anon and (eventually) @xxx-angie . I may add more along the way depending on who wants to be added. I can probably shoe-horn-in a few more characters

For the sake of not tagging people a million times, I will call nunalastor as a single entity nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. i will be shortened to lulu but I don't appear in this fic yet. Angie doesn't appear yet, but he will be angie.

A/N: anyway this is 100% going to be a huskers-bar harem fic because i can write whatever i want. This first chapter kinda boring but it gets better (source: trust me bro). Lemme know if you'd like to see any changes. Anyway, goodbye for now. I have uni to get to so less frequent posting (sorry dickmaster, you'll have to live without any of my horrid art for a little while)

"Did you know that Alastor made a happy deer squeak during this scene?"

Ah, yes, the words that twist people's dreams into nightmares. Innocent innitially, and maybe even amusing for a good while, but the longer one lingered, the more their skin would crawl with irritation and burn their insides. Especially when one knew the context surrounding this particular phrase. And boy, did Nunalastor know the context.

"Another day, another inbox to slay, another heavenly lord to betray" Dickmaster accessed their and Nun's shared blog, unsurprisingly to hundreds if not thousands of asks invading their inbox, all of which were echoes of different variations of *thumps* and *squeaks*. If Nunalastor hadn't already grown accustomed to such deviancy, they would be horrified. Still, the depraved ideas these people came up with never failed to send shivers down their spine, and not the pleasant kind.

And why do they subject themselves to this? you may ask. It was simple. In exchange for free housing, food and supplies, Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself and father of Charlie Morningstar had requested their help. You see, originally their blog was not this unfortunate cesspool of deranged demons who wanted to see the devil, overlords and sinners squirm under immense sexual pleasure. It used to be a simple marketing tool for the Hazbin hotel, but as all things in hell, it never goes smoothly. It wasn't like they had a choice in the matter anyway, refusing the king of hell's requests was not an option! His commands were absolute.

Dickmaster took one deep breath, running both hands through their hair and clearing their mind, preparing for probably several hours of torture that was going to be their asks. They poured themselves a drink, setting down in front of their screen. Taking a few moments to relish the silence, they closed their eyes and listened to the soft hum of their beaten up 1950's style computer, courtesy of Alastor's ban on Voxtek products at the hotel. Clicking on their inbox tab, they mentally braced themselves. even if they knew, they could never truly predict the horrors hell had to offer.

"time for #housekeeping" They declared, stretching their fingers, getting their reaction images on the ready and sifting through their own version of digital hell. It would only get worse from here.

As Nunalastor started to clean their digital home, erasing one cursed ask after another, responding to one alastor circus theory after another, One ask in particular caught their attention. It was definitely a surprise, and a welcome one at that. It stood out like a sore thumb, simple yet elegant, divine and a blessing among heaps of cursed messages that would have asmodeus and satan themselves shaking in fear.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

Nunalastor couldn't explain it. They don't know what came over them, but they felt a strange sense of attraction to this one particular anon. They were sweet, they gave them a place of solace from the dread that was piss kink headcanons and cursed deer facts, equivelent of the clogged up plumming disasters alastor had to fix with his bare hands at the Hazbin hotel. It was the piece of gold nugget hidden in a swamp full of moss and dog urine.

Dickmaster stared at the message for a good few seconds, really taking in the plainness and beauty of the two words before their eyes, appriciating all that message was as a small smile made its way up their face. This called for a special occasion. Dickmaster gripped their keyboard, nearly smashing it with the force. Their fingers danced along the keys and crafted a response like no other, one worthy of this random anon that managed to make their day a bit brighter.

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

On the other side of the pentagram, a kind, sweet and not at all deranged huskers was scrolling through hells version of tumblr. Voxtek devices had proven to be quite useful in the underworld. It served as the main source of entertainment and escape for the lonely, not only for husk, but other sinners alike. Besides, being an employee meant he had extra privileges with Voxtek. Regardless, it introduced husk to the nunalastor blog, which was the best moment of their life (or lack thereof, considering they're dead).

They'd quickly grown accustomed to the undeserved hate thrown their way upon their first ever interractioin. Though they didn't understand, they could play along. They found strange comfort in the twisted logic that any form of attention was better than none. After all, being singled out meant they were special in the eyes of Nunalastor, right? that's how husk comforted themselves anyway. And they haven't seen Nunalastor actually reply to anyone with actual love before.

That is... until it happened. Someone who would later reveal themselves as babygirl anon, husks worst adversary and the unfortunate victim of lulu's slander showed up on their feed.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

Husk stared at the screen in shock, their eyes widening and heart growing heavy. Countless questions and conflicting emotions swirled within them, each clutching their hold for attention. 'Is nunalastor serious? Do I not want them to be serious? Why can't I be treated the same? What did I do?' And amidst the chaos, one thought rose to the surface, crystal clear in Husk's mind.

'I want to be loved like that'

The frustration of being at the end of every one of Nunalastors verbal spears finally caught up to husk. Every small jab they'd written off as jokes suddenly felt like small pin needles scraping their skin. Unable to deal with the whirlwind of emotions and the confusion of it all, Husk sought solace in the one place they could always trust, the bottom of a bottle.

So they took a swig. And another. And another. Intil there wasn't a shred of emotion left to feel. Not a single thread of frustration left in them, not a nerve of anguish, not a line of confusing verbal spewage...

And not even a speck of self-restraint

"THEY JUST KEEP COMING" Dickmaster exclaimed, more like yelled as their inbox was flooded with more cursed asks at a rate faster than they could answer. At this pace, they'll be there all day, answering these asks like a poor overworked minimum wage employee at a call center.

"They'll run out of ideas eventually" Nun responded, nonchalantly, leaning against a nearby wall, sipping on a drink of their own. Nun watched as dickmaster struggled to find another reaction image fast enough so they could call it quits and leave the rest of the struggles for future Nunalastor to handle, or more accurately when it would be nun's turn to answer all the unhinged people in their inbox.

The hurried clicking of the keys on a keyboard could be heard throughout the entire room, bouncing off the walls, reflecting exactly how much infestation was actually happening in nunalastors inbox by the minute. "it would be great if you could answer a few you know, my fingers are dyin-"

And then it suddenly went quiet. The clicking died down and the unbelievably loud buzzing of their computer, along with the hitched breathing of Dickmaster was the only sound bouncing around the room. Nun of course raised a brow at this. "what's the holdup? we can't afford to take a break you know" they said, as if they were the one answering all of the asks in the first place.

nun walked over, curious as to what exactly had stopped dickmaster in his endless pursuit of emptying their inbox, considering they were always the more enthusiastic one of the two. "are you okay?" nun asked, half sarcastically. Their eyes landed over the current ask in their inbox.

"I wish you'd love me" huskers-bar

and suddenly the silence made sense. the pause had been a justified one.

dickmaster inhaled, followed by a deep and saddened exhale. they didn't want to take their eyes off of those five words. they could stare in awe and amazement at them for hours. it wasn't even the fact that it was just another ask that wasn't cursed, but because it was huskers-bar that sent-

a hand on dickmasters shoulder snaps them out of their daze, being brought back to reality, the pitiful reality. they were in hell for a reason, they reminded themselves.

"you remember our deal, don't you, dickmaster?" nuns voice cut through the buzzing, sounding deep, gruff, threatening and slightly saddened.

"yes of course" dickmaster turned back to the monitor, giving one last look at the ask before typing out what nunalastor has agreed would be the appropriate response.

"you'll get over it. #we are a huskers-bar hate blog"

#i'm kind of sorry but i cant take writing seriously when i called one of yous dickmaster askfdjaslkdfjoasidjgf #huskers-bar x nunalastor #i hope at least. idk i dont read this shit back to myself. my self esteem is low enough already #lulu is delulu #nunwhiskers

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hannahhook7744 · 20 days

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My Wife Is Dead (And So Is A Part of Me);

Summary: We see a glimpse of Prince Christopher Charming’s reaction to his wife's death. But we don't see what he's thinking.

Trigger Warnings: Grief, denial, spousal/parent deaf, mention of ill children, etc.

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There were many moments that Prince Christopher Rupert Windermere Vladimir Carl Alexander François Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James Charming (or Kit, as he much preferred these days) could pinpoint as the worst moment of his life.

The day his son came home flinching at even the mere mention of his ex-girlfriend after the Queen of Mean incident.

The day he found out what kind of things his son got up to in highschool.

The day his mother died.

The day his father died.

The day he and Ella found out they both had fertility issues.

The day they found out their little miracle, Chloe, had a heart condition.

But none of them were compared to what the royal was currently feeling as he stared at his wife’s shattered heels.

The very heels that had led him to her.

The heels that his Ella never let out of her sight—which could only mean one thing. One very horrible thing.

He couldn't hold back the…fear? Anger? Horror? Grief? Repulsion? “What have you done?”

Bridget—no, not Bridget.

(This vile woman wasn't sweet, fun loving Bridget who wouldn't hurt a fly. This woman was a monster and an imposter in her skin, wearing her face and claiming her name.

A name she didn't deserve.

Bridget was dead and Uliana's crew had killed her. Creating a monster out of the soulless husk that remained—creating The Queen of Hearts).

The Queen of Hearts just smiled smugly down at him. Completely unrecognizable to anyone who had previously known her. “Not so funny now, am I?”

Charming swallowed, refusing to take his eyes off of the shattered shoes that his wife had loved so much. Knowing already what had happened to Ella but not wanting to believe it.

Not wanting to believe that his wife's former best friend had actually killed her over a stupid, awful prank that had happened years ago that neither he or she had any involvement in.

“No. What… no…”

Ella couldn't be dead.

Not by Bridg—the Queen of Hearts’ hand.

Not so soon.

Not when he still needed her.

Not when Chloe and Chad were still so young and still needed her.

The Queen just cackled at him. As if she had told the funniest joke in the world. As if she hadn't just murdered one of only people who'd stood by her in highschool when she'd had no friends and didn't get along with her family.

“No! No!”

Chloe's heart wouldn't be able to take this.

Chad wouldn't be able to take this in general.

Ella couldn't be gone.

She couldn't.

She was too young to be gone already. She hasn't done all of the things she had wanted to do to change the world for the better.

It wasn't fair.

Ella didn't deserve to go out like this.

The dark haired man didn't even try to bite back his tears as he tried to collect the broken pieces of the love of his life’s shoes—the shoes his daughter and son had loved to hear stories about. The shoes she wore almost daily. The shoes she'd been wearing when they'd met Chad before he'd become their son.

All while the wicked Queen of Hearts continued to cackle. Uncaring that she had shattered his heart along with Ella—her best friend–’s shoes.

Uncaring that she'd made him feel more helpless than he'd ever felt in his whole life.

She truly wasn't Bridget anymore.

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As the Queen's guards dragged him away to be with the rest of the hostages, Christopher could only hope that the Queen of Hearts would be stopped before either of his children could befall the same fate as their mother.

(The same fate he and everyone else in school would likely face).

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #disney #descendants au #wicked world #disney descendants au #descendants rise of red #disney descendants: the rise of red #the charming family #prince christopher #king charming #queen cinderella #chad charming #chloe charming #fanfiction #one shot #mostly canon compliant #etc

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alexblakeisgay · 2 months

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Hook, Line, and Sinker

Ship: Emily Prentiss/Reader

Summary: When your father had started dating Lauren Reynolds, you couldn't help but seethe with jealousy that a piece of shit like him could get a gorgeous milf like her...

Word Count: 1087

Author's Note: This fills the Coercion square on my @cmkinkbingo2024 card.

Lauren poked her head into your father's study, frowning when she caught sight of you. "Should you be drinking that?" she asked, crossing the room to snatch the glass of whisky out of your hand (and downing a greedy sip herself).

You rolled your eyes, pouring yourself another glass in spite of her reprimand. "You think Ian really gives a fuck?" you replied.

She couldn't help but bark out a laugh at that. "I also doubt he'd approve of you calling him by his first name," she said wryly, only to laugh once again at your lackadaisical shrug. "You're kind of a brat," she said.

You just flashed her a mischievous grin that could've been agreement...not that you were saying as much. You watched as she took the seat opposite you, still gripping the pilfered glass of whisky. "You look tense..." you said, almost conversationally, but for the undertone of sexuality simmering beneath the surface.

She raised a brow, gestured vaguely at your surroundings, which...fair.

Before she'd had the opportunity to realize what was happening, you'd circled behind her, hands finding her shoulders and beginning to massage them. "Your muscles are like concrete," you purred as you kneaded them, "You really need to loosen up..."

She was clearly taken aback by the forward gesture, but she couldn't seem to form words in the face of it. She swallowed thickly, opened her mouth, and once again failed to speak.

"Why don't you get more comfortable?" you suggested silkily, hands slipping down towards the buttons of her blouse.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she stammered, but made no move to stop your progress, even as you unfastened the first button. You didn't bother answering with words – your actions spoke loud and clear as you slipped her blouse off altogether. It wasn't until your fingers landed on the front clasp of her bra that she seemed to spring back to life. "This can't happen," she said, but the protest was weak.

You smirked, though she couldn't see it from her vantage point in front of you. "Why not?" you asked, as if you truly didn't know where her protests were coming from. "I'm eighteen, it's all perfectly legal..."

She scoffed. "For one thing, I'm dating your father," she pointed out.

"So?" You popped the clasp on her bra, thumbs finding her nipples, brushing them teasingly.

You could hear her breath hitch, in spite of her best efforts to hide the reaction. "So," she repeated urgently, but she didn't seem to know what to follow it up with.

Then, you were in her lap, leaning in close enough that your lips were hovering over hers. "Please, Lauren..." you husked, breath hot on her lips. "Don't pretend you haven't thought about it...I've seen the way you look at me."

"Y/N..." she protested weakly. "W-we shouldn't..."

"We should," you pressed, then your lips were on hers, your tongue delving into her mouth and, in spite of herself and her insistence that this couldn't happen, she was kissing you back. You indulged in the kiss for several long minutes before finally pulling back, dragging your teeth along her lip as you did so. "Tell me you don't want this..."

You could tell she wanted to, wanted to stop this because she knew it was the right thing to do, but knowing it and actually doing it were two very different things. She groaned, attempting to work up the words, but couldn't seem to actually say them aloud.

Saving her the trouble, you once again pressed your lips to hers, shifting in her lap to properly straddle her. This time, she didn't hesitate before kissing you back, her hands delving beneath your tank top to explore the planes of your back. Your hands were once again on her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds until her breath was catching and her hips squirming beneath you.

You knew you had her right where you wanted her...

"I want you, Lauren," you said breathlessly, pulling back to fix her with a laden look. She nodded eagerly, apparently lost to arousal and the eroticism of having you grinding in her lap and begging to fuck her. With a smug grin, knowing you'd succeeded in convincing her, you moved so you were kneeling in front of her, working on the zipper of her khakis.

She assisted you in removing her clothes and, once her pants and underwear were discarded, you trailed kisses and gentle nips back up her legs until you reached her centre, burying your nose in her folds and inhaling deeply the scent of her.

Then, staring up at her with mischief twinkling in your eyes, you dragged your tongue through her cunt, finally getting to taste her the way you'd spent all those nights touching yourself, dreaming about what this moment would be like...

"Oh, Y/N, you're going to get yourself in trouble if you keep doing that," she warned.

You waggled your brows as you found her clit with the tip of your tongue. "I happen to love trouble."

"Cocky little slut..." she muttered, though there was no heat behind it. She wound her fingers in your hair, using the leverage to force you deeper into her cunt, smearing your face with her juices. "Let me guess: you've spent a lot of nights lying awake, dreaming about being exactly here, hmm? Wondering what it would be like to be at my complete and utter mercy?"

You nodded eagerly.

She pulled you back from her cunt, stared you down, and ordered, "Open." You were quick to open your mouth, tongue lolling out, awaiting her fingers. She let you suck on her fingers for longer than you would have liked, but you certainly weren't about to complain and risk her ire.

Without warning, she pulled her fingers past your lips, then – gentle, but firm enough to leave a sting – she slapped your cheek. When you gasped sharply, she raised a brow, wearing a smile that only grew as she watched your pupils dilate. "Oh, you're one of those..."

Briefly, you were tempted to make a smart Aleck remark, but you had a feeling that doing so would cost you dearly, so you remained silent and nodded once again.

"Oh, Kitten, I'm going to have so much fun with you..."

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #fanfiction #mine #emily prentiss/reader #cmkinkbingo2024

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myguiltyartpleasure · 1 month

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Stripped

Hazbin Hotel HuskerDust AU. Kind of a fan prequel to "My Kingdom for The Soul of an Angel" fic by @meg-a-obsessed (Overlord Husk AU where Valentino gambled Angel Dust to Husk).

Inspired by: "Stripped" by Depeche Mode (listening recommended)

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Vs aren’t very welcomed in overlords’ circles, but all of them mostly maintain a tentative truce to avoid unnecessary wars. Valentino has the worst reputation of all three of them. The way he treats his souls is well-known, but remains mostly unspoken among the overlords.

Husk is not an exception. He’s not a fan of dealing with said overlord, but sometimes circumstances force him to. He barely hides his contempt for Valentino and they both know it, which makes the latter occasionally push Husk’s buttons just for fun.

During another one deal between overlords, the wretched moth demon coaxed Husk into visiting one of his shows at his strip bar as a gesture of goodwill. Though gambling demon isn’t a prude, he actively avoided these kinds of establishments since the concept of consent almost certainly doesn't exist there.

Husk was seated in the VIP booth next to Valentino drowning his boredom with mediocre whiskey. Until the main star appeared. Angel is too famous to not be recognized and apparently there is a reason for it: he instantly captivated all of the attention including Husk’s to the latter’s shame.

Their eyes met and Husk was immediately mesmerized: he felt like Angel was dancing just for him, like the world around them disappeared. It’s only Angel, his enticing movements, his alluring expressions and gestures and Husk, enchanted by him.

It felt like forever and too fast at the same time until Valentino noticed what’s happening. Furious about not being Angel’s center of attention, he barely restrained himself from punishing the star right there and then. When Angel saw Valentino’s look it was too late: he knew he was in trouble and the panic in his eyes awoke Husk from his trance. He was brought back to harsh reality; he knew the reason.

Husk left the club in extremely conflicting feelings: the moment felt special, but his principles and consciousness were somehow betrayed. Is that why Angel Dust is so popular? Is this why people like it? Because he makes them feel special and wanted? Since then Husk had to resist the urge to visit Angel’s show again, no matter how alluring the idea was.

Little did he know, but that night Angel entered the stage after another breakdown being sick of it. He noticed a stranger's face next to Val’s: this apparently important guest didn’t have the disgusting lustful and cruel look he’s so much accustomed to. It was like a challenge to Angel to make him truly look at his performance. Though it turned out to be easy enough, the stranger's reaction still didn’t feel as sickening as usual, so Angel dissociated and pretended like he’s dancing just for him.

It was an unusual experience, but in a good way. Angel felt attractive and wanted, but not as a piece of meat. Val’s outrage afterwards was scary, but expected and nothing he hadn’t endured before, so Angel decided that it was worth it. After that night, Angel secretly hoped to see this face again and was a bit disappointed every time until he lost his hope to ever see the stranger again.

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According to the fic, soon enough Angel Dust ended up being owned by Husk and this is kind of extra motivation for him to get Angel from Val.

I was heavily inspired by this song and was listening it on a repeat until I formed idea in my head

#hazbin hotel #angel dust x husk #huskerdust #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #My Kingdom for The Soul of an Angel #overlord husk au #fan sequel #stripped

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chaggieslovechild · 7 months

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so i rewatched dad beat dad today and i have a new "theory"

i think it's safe to say that alastor gets pissed off by lucifer (hate might be too much of a strong word) but why is that? I've seen some people theorize that has something to do with (if we assume correctly) lilith being the one who has him on a leash, but i actually thought... maybe he has that reaction because lucifer, or his relationship with charlie (or both) reminds him of his own dad

like we know that alastor notoriously gets along better with women rather then men, and viv said he is a momma's boy. she also said in a recent q&a with the cast that he gets pissed off by lucifer bc he's more powerful than him and that kinda makes sense but..... i wanna read more into it so I'm ignoring her saying

when lucifer gets to the hotel he immediately aggressively hugs charlie and alastor's eye twitches a little bit, i can't help but think that maybe it reminded him of being in charlie's place one day, having a relationship with a stranged father (to say the least). maybe he puts that frustrating feeling together with the fact that not only this is charlie's father, but also LUCIFER, king of hell, most powerful creature in all the realm. he could end alastor's ass with a snap of his fingers if he truly wanted but luckily for him, he is mostly chill just like charlie

so, alastor finds himself in a too familiar position that he doesn't like: having to be "inferior" to a man who is a father and a higher authority in one way or another. when lucifer asks about the bar they get into a bit of banter which ends by alastor literally saying "fuck you" to lucifer and charlie stepping in. which surprised a lot of fans for a good reason, 'cus so far we've only seen alastor as he presents himself mostly: a well-mannered gentleman. but it was so easy for lucifer to get under his skin in so little time, that perhaps he got taken over by anger - not a "I'm gonna slaughter everyone" anger, but a human anger of "I'm in a shit position and I can't do anything about it but I'm really angry about it". so that's why he just outright says fuck you to lucifer, it's not a "I don't care if you're the king of hell I'm not afraid of you fuck you", it's a "i know the type of father you are (because i had one similar) and it's a shit behavior so fuck you"

but lucifer doesn't get shaken by it, he pretty much has no reaction to it and that keeps alastor angry. he realizes that charlie and lucifer have a distant and complicated relationship, so he tries a different tactic: hey btw I'm closer to a father figure to your daughter then you actually are, and THAT gets under lucy's skin. when he gets into song, alastor just takes the opportunities to hijack it and keep pissing him off

there's also something else, that when lucy and charlie sings more then anything, everyone at the hotel is looking at them, including alastor and he looks... satisfied, to say the least. maybe not happy, but he definitely isn't angry or frustrated by the situation of charlie and lucifer making up. dare i say he almost looks proud, as in "yep my job here is done"

maybe he just wanted to piss lucifer off bc it reminded him of his own father, but he accidentally made him and charlie get on better terms and making up, and he's not entirely bothered by it. he accidentally made a good thing, but either he (1) doesn't realize it at the moment or (2) he just doesn't see it that way (maybe he thinks that lucy and charlie won't be in good terms for long or whatever)

and as of later in the episode, even in the series there isn't a lot more of this alastor and lucifer's relationship. in the last episode, when alastor shows up lastly to the group hug, we see two characters annoyed by his presence: husk and lucifer. so i think that alastor pulling the "I'm more of a father figure to charlie then you will ever be" card REALLY affected lucifer, he just isn't showing it off. yet at least.

the bit in the finale before the final fight, alastor says to niffty that "maybe he could get used to other's presence", or he gets entertained by it, something among these lines. i think maybe this is the first time that he verbally, consciously admits that maybe he likes the people in the hotel, but that little moment - at the beginning of more than anything, where he watches lucifer and charlie singing, that was actually the first time that he cared about someone in the hotel, it's just that neither him or anyone else realized it.

tl; dr: alastor "hates" lucifer bc it reminds him of his own dad and while trying to piss lucifer off he accidentally makes him and charlie make up and he's satisfied by that outcome but he doesn't realize it

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor theory #hazbin hotel alastor analysis #wow wtf i didn't know this would be long i should've used my desktop for it

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ines2925 · 8 months

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Angel Dust – representation that was needed

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It's a little different kind of post for me. Not only because it's about a different angel than usual, but because it's very private as well. But I'm obsessed with Hazbin Hotel, and watching it meant so much to me, so I thought I would share.

(Sorry if it's weirdly structured, it is a bit of a stream of consciousness, really.)

CW: sexual abuse

Spoilers: Hazbin Hotel "Masquerade" (s01 e04)

Trauma response

I'm absolutely grateful to the creators for giving us Angel Dust and impressed by how they handled his story.

Seeing a character that is hypersexual because of their trauma was extremely cathartic for me. And watching how Angel kept getting himself in dangerous situations and sexualised himself to regain control over his body, made me feel seen.

I think when it comes to sexual abuse, what we see most often in media is how someone completely draws back from all forms of intimacy after the assault. This is a valid experience of course (we process trauma in so many various ways!), but it can be really alienating as well.

Rejection

Another aspect the creators executed really well was Angel's initial dynamic with Husk. The way they showed how there is something addictive in constantly getting rejected was excellent.

Angel knew how Husk would respond to his flirting, and it was exactly what he was looking for every time. Something that could be transparent when he escalated their fights in the "Masquerade" episode.

Rejection means that someone sees how broken you are, how disgusting and undesirable. At the same time, it can power your need to use your body even more because you need confirmation you are still someone who could be wanted by others.

Regaining control over your body

I didn't know I needed to see someone who had the same reaction as me – who tried to use their own body just to feel like the choice was theirs, to prove that not every act of intimacy had to be something that was done to them. But it helped me see my own experience in a completely different light.

I thought that as long as it was my choice I would feel fine. And I thought that as long as I made someone desire me, I was the one in control of the situation. It made me blame myself for what happened to me even more because I now had proof, that it could be my decision, something I could change if I wanted to.

It made sense in my head, even after spending a lot of time on healing. But it fell apart after seeing Angel's story.

Re-learning empathy

I think this episode is truly important and eye-opening. Even though I thought I understood my self-destructive tendencies, what I needed was to see someone else in that situation to be able to show them empathy I didn’t have for myself.

Because there is always the matter of a 'choice' that makes it hard not to blame yourself. Especially after the assault when you feel the weight of your own decisions even more because now you should understand what is right and what is wrong. The wrong happened to you, after all. It should be easy to recognise situations when something feels off, shouldn't it?

But throughout the whole episode, I was screaming in my head: “It’s not your fault” at Angel, and I just wanted to embrace him and assure him of that.

And I guess it finally clicked that it was the same for me. That I deserved this kindness as well. And today I feel like I'm a step closer to actually giving it to myself.

So hey, if you somehow read it and haven't watched Hazbin Hotel yet, give it a go. I think you won't regret it! It has great depth, amazing songs and a unique style. And I think we still need more stories that explore the idea of Heaven and Hell! Especially as excellent as this one.

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #sexualassault #trauma #trauma response #trauma recovery #empathy #healing #Youtube

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jacksmysterylabyrinth · 1 year

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Something I felt while ruminating about Yuma has me really... kind of

...jesus...

*endgame spoilers*

He’s paranoid. As. Fuck. And being mentally cornered like that, is the major driving force behind opening up the Book of Death in the first place.

He had to force himself to undo all the life experiences up until he became Number One - how many years that was, who the fuck knows - but you already get an idea that Yuma is nothing if not stressed, all the damn time, so whatever it was that led him up to that title probably wasn’t a cakewalk either. Stress upon stress upon stress, and worse, with no one to truly put confidence in back then.

It meant that he also couldn’t trust himself to do what was necessary without turning to extreme, drastic means. Hell, Chapter 3 is enough to show that the Master Detectives can accomplish awesome things without the need for that book, just as long as everyone was on the same page and using their power. What’s more, there’s a very good chance that if Yuma had boarded that train with Number One’s memories intact, that he could have faked being drowsy in order to corner ‘Zilch’ and stop the massacre from ever happening. It’s still a tremendous risk, but hardly as risky as going in experience and memory-less. He could still use the cook’s identity without compromising his own, and yet?

This is what Vivia meant when he said that ‘it was already up to his neck’. Yuma had been ruined, in his heart and head. He still wanted to do right through that, but he was so blinded by his fears - whether of outing himself, endangering people he might get close to, betrayal, whatever - that he sought the help of a death god to guide him without his troubled memories. Because a contract with a supernatural being is likely to be more trustworthy than a fallible human.

What’s more, is this is such a human reaction to feeling cornered. Have you ever wanted to throw away your memories and start from scratch, only this time with someone who knows you by your side, to guide you through your fresh idealistic self to the place you want to be, rather than a jaded husk of a person who’s completely lost when reaching out to others? Redo your brain chemistry?

I feel like if I had that chance, I’d probably have taken it, too.

#yuma kokohead #offgame writing #i may have just been broken by a fanfic #no big deal.#fuck. FUCK #i have too many feelings about this that were left-#-cogitating in some quagmire before now #and this isn't even all of it #it's all I can elucidate right about now anyways #just. Jesus! Shit! Fuck!#i either cannot comprehend or it's So Relatable that it Hurts. take your pick #i'm not going into the ethics of the book but just- the Decision really hurts #raincode #raincode spoilers #note: I might be. filling in gaps but I'm interpreting #feel free to disagree but I personally feel strongly about this reading

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Earth and Sky, Ch. 1

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At the sound of the door, he glanced over his shoulder, expression deadpan and unamused. He pushed up his round-frame glasses as he plainly asked in a sharp-sounding accent, “Can I help you?” Now that he was facing her, he looked even messier at the front than the back. Hair a scraggly nest, a loose, half-knotted tie, shirt half-untucked and a tear ripped at the seams. Wis blinked as she realized that she was just staring. “O-oh, uh… I’m Wisteria. The…new builder in town. Or Wis, if you want.” The man frowned. “Another builder? I was never informed of this.” “Well, um…now you know, I guess…” The man was silent, no reaction of any sorts in words or on his face. Wis glanced around uneasily, wondering if he was waiting on her to say something else.

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Foreclosure.

Wisteria stared at the word on the well-read letter. It was the only one she could see. All the others had blurred into meaningless noise.

She sighed and folded the paper back up. Today was her last day as the property owner. Everything had already been cleared out. All that was left was sawdust and the clean outlines of where her old machines used to be (all sold, of course). She didn’t even know why she was here. Just trying to stretch out all the time she had where this place was truly hers, maybe.

She slowly peeled herself off the wall she was leaning against and went outside for the final time.

Only one thing left to do.

She took out her hammer and approached the sign still hanging proudly next to the door:

FRESH PINES

She leaned in and sniffed. The wood still had a little bit of that piney smell.

She flipped her hammer around and brought it to the sign, yanking out 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 nails. The sign fell into her hand.

She hefted it under her arm, took one last look at the empty husk of a workshop, then slowly walked away. Never to return.

Wis should’ve walked back towards Main Street. Back up the route to her little apartment that she could no longer afford. But instead she found herself wandering down the side street, past all the closed shops, past the sleepy homes, all the way to the trailhead into the woods.

Thick conifers lined either side of the trail, sentinels that blotted out the moonlight above. Wis paid them no mind as she slowly trekked over their knobbley roots and ducked under low-hanging branches.

A moonlit clearing lay ahead. Wis knew it well, with its simple little wooden bench off to the side. She’d come here for many a lunch break before. Quiet and undisturbed.

But this time, she didn’t even bother sitting down. She simply walked to the center of the clearing, arm starting to ache from lugging her sign, and turned her tired eyes up to the darkened sky.

Her arm finally gave out, and the sign fell to the ground with a muffled thump, kicking up the scattered pine needles.

Wis only sighed, eyes not focused on the moon or any of the stars. Only the darkness in between.

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Three years later

Wis stepped out the front door of her parent’s house into a breezy, partly-cloudy day. So in Highwind, just another day. She started down the street with a hurried stride, weaving around slow walkers as politely as she could. She was already running a couple minutes late, though her boss probably wouldn’t mind.

Past all the little cafes and restaurants on her parents’ street was a simple little newsstand. Wis always passed there every morning to glance at the headlines as she went along. Rarely would there be anything worth picking up the paper for. Just more local political bickering where no one would come out satisfied, or rumors of Duvos making a move to swallow some more territory, or maybe an announcement about a local festival or a new place that opened in town.

But today, right on the front page of The Windy Times, two simple words caught Wis’s eye.

BUILDERS WANTED!

She’d just passed the newsstand when she saw it, screeching to a halt and backing up to take another look at the rather loud advertisement. Builders wanted where…?

She picked up the paper and unfolded it to read the whole thing.

The city of Sandrock is seeking two new builders, as our last remaining builder is retiring soon! We have two open workshops ripe and ready for the taking! We’re always in need of a couple helping hands around here, and we’ll all be happy to call you our new neighbor!

*Only providing property. Transit and living costs not covered. Must carry a valid Builder’s License at time of inquiry. Make inquiries out to: Sandrock City Hall, Sandrock, Alliance of Free Cities.

Wis stared at the paper, reading it over and over again. Sure, it was Sandrock, the Free Cities’ little desert hobble town, but…open workshops…

Suddenly, there came the clearing of a throat. Wis looked up. The old man who owned the newsstand was looking at her with a polite, but nudging smile.

Wis let out an apologetic laugh. “How much?” she asked, holding the paper up.

“Two gols,” replied the old man, his smile warming a little bit.

Wis flipped open the coin pouch on her toolbelt and pulled out two small coins. After handing the old man the money and thanking him, she took off down the road in the direction she came, darting between the slow walkers with plenty of “excuse me”s and “sorry”s, all the way back home.

She slammed open the door to find her parents right there, each with one shoe on and halfway through slipping on the other, mouths agape and brows raised.

Panting a bit from the sprint, Wis answered their silent question by holding up the paper, crinkled a bit by her tense grip. She jabbed a finger at the ad on the front page, feeling the thud of her pulse in her ears.

“I’m moving to Sandrock.”

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Canyons and mountains. Mesas and buttes and pillars reaching for the bright blue sky. A sleepy town atop a bed of light tan sand.

Wis blinked the sleep out of her eyes as the train rushed out of the tunnel, into the blinding light of the morning sun. She gaped at the sight outside, eyes trailing from the depths of the valleys to the spine of the distant mountains. So it wasn’t just all sand out here.

The train slowed to a halt with a slight lurch. Around the half-full train car, Wis only saw one or two people leave their seats, carrying their meager belongings with them.

“Sandrock! Welcome to Sandrock, folks!” The voice of the conductor boomed into the train car.

Wis had already shouldered her backpack on and grabbed her suitcase, leaving only her conspicuously large sign to tow. Carefully gathering it up under her arm, she made her way to the exit.

The heat was what hit her first. Dry and almost sizzling. She had to squint as she stepped out from the shaded train car into the morning light. Blinking a few times to adjust, she looked around the platform. On one end, the station’s conductor was busy overseeing some freight being loaded off the cars behind the passenger car. On the other end was a young woman in green, with a cap and googles sitting smartly atop her head. In her hands was a small wooden sign, the name “Wisteria” in neat, white-painted writing the only thing on it.

Wis raised an eyebrow and approached her. “Hi. Looking for me?”

The woman brightened, reaching out a hand for Wis to shake. “Wisteria? I’m Mi-an. I’m the other new builder here! I just moved in last week.”

“Oh! Well, nice to meet you. ‘Wis’ is also fine. Hope we’ll do good work out here,” Wis said as she set her suitcase down on the platform to shake Mi-an’s hand.

“Me too! But uh, speaking of work, our boss already needs to see us, so follow me.” She led Wis down the platform and towards the town proper. No buffer time to properly settle. Interesting.

Wis looked up at the coarse, wooden buildings and steel-plate roofs, all in washed-out colors and shimmering in the heat. The local temple stood at the top of the hill, shining proud with its pale, hewn stone. A rough looking place, though not as ramshackle as some people in Highwind seemed to think.

“You’re from Highwind, right? Or did you just pass through?” Mi-an asked, and Wis turned her head back to the other builder.

“From Highwind, yeah. Lived there my whole life.”

“Oh, nice! I’ve never been. I’m from Tallsky, and…that’s a bit far. Even for our vacations.” Mi-an chuckled.

Wis only hummed. Tallsky…a city well known for its builders. Wis hadn’t gotten into their Builder Academy, supposedly the most prestigious one. Highwind’s wasn’t anything to sneeze at, though. If Mi-an was from Tallsky, she was probably very good at what she did.

“Ah, there you are. Finally!” A high, nasally voice suddenly caught their attention. Standing a few paces away were two men. One with ginger hair and beard, in dusty overalls, slouched and lips drawn in a thin line, and the other a gangly man in a snappy suit and overalls, brown mustache quirked up at one end in what seemed to be an attempt at a polite smile. It looked more like a sneer.

“Well now, howdy and nice to make your acquaintance and blahdy blahdy blah!” he said. “I’m sure you’re just as eager to get to work as I am to give you something to do, so all we gotta know is that I’m President Yan, and I’m you and Mi-an’s supervisor!”

He offered no hand to shake, but even if he did, Wis wasn’t keen on shaking it. “President” was not any kind of official title in the Commerce Guild hierarchy, even the larger ones that needed more delegation. “Yeah. Well, I’m Wisteria, as you know…”

“Right! Wisteria…Wis…Wist…Wisty! Hope we’ll all get along and you’ll get some good work done! I might be your boss, but nah…think of us more as buddies! …Just that I’m your buddy that’s supervising ya.”

Wis bristled. Three strikes already. Lofty, unofficial title, trying to make them out to be friends instead of boss and employee, and the nerve to call her Wisty. That right was reserved for actual friends. She grit her teeth and simply nodded with a strained “Mhm.” Now wasn’t the time to deal with this.

Yan gestured to the dismal man beside him. “This here’s Mason. You two’ll be replacing him soon, since he’s retiring ‘n all. But you already knew that! It was in the papers!” He chuckled to himself. Wis and Mason were silent. Mi-an let out a hesitant pity laugh.

“Anyway…” he continued once his laughter died down. “Mi-an got here first, so she nabbed the workshop plot in town already. As for you, Wisty, you get Mason’s ol’ workshop all the way out there.” He pointed in the opposite direction, out beyond the train tracks where a simple house sat behind a simple wooden fence. “Mason’s Workshop,” wearily declared the old, worn sign atop the roof.

“Speakin’ of Mason… Got any words of wisdom for our fledgling builders before you’re gone forever, Mason?” Yan gestured to Mason with a gusto that Mason absolutely did not meet.

“Eh… Well, let’s not get too comfortable here…” Mason grumbled. “I guess…the workshop. It may be cramped…and run-down…and dilapidated…and…many other things… But when you get used to it, you’ll see that it also has plenty of…heart. Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

Everyone was silent.

“That’s all I’ve got,” Mason continued, almost with a hint of relief at no response. “May you bring telesis to this town and all. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Without waiting for the others to respond, he turned around and headed for the building across the street, the Blue Moon Saloon. He certainly looked like he was waiting for a drink.

“Heh heh… He was always an awkward one…” Yan said sheepishly, not even bothering to wait until Mason was inside and out of earshot. “But never mind that! You two gotta get relicensed, so let’s get crackin’!”

Yan gave them instructions on how to make a pickhammer (not a pickaxe… An interesting multitool that seemed to combine wrench, pick, and sledgehammer), and a diagram for a recycler, to be used to break down scrap. Then he shooed the builders off and headed back up the road.

“Let me show you to your new place!” Mi-an said, waving a hand in the direction of the tracks. “It’s not all that far.”

“I-it’s fine,” said Wis. “I won’t get lost when it’s right there. You should go start on your pick and stuff.”

Mi-an beamed. “No, no, really! I insist. I can help you at least put your stuff down and settle in a bit.”

Insistent. Not necessarily a bad thing. It was just that Wis really wasn’t used to a colleague being so eager, especially so soon after getting introduced. Normally they’d be more on the end of Mason.

She nodded. “If you insist, then. Thanks.”

They turned around and headed back out towards the station, towards the little shack in the distance.

Wis could feel the other builder’s gaze flicker towards her occasionally as they quietly padded along. It looked like she was trying to get a peep of Wis’s sign. Wis hoisted up a little more snuggly into her arm, inviting Mi-an to ask about it.

“What even is that? I-if you don’t mind me asking…!” Mi-an said, leaning over to get a better look.

“This? My old workshop sign. Don’t think I’ll be changing the name.”

“Oh!” Mi-an’s eyes widened. “You had a workshop back in Highwind? I’ve only worked for my family’s workshops before now.”

“Yeah, emphasis on had,” Wis said with a sad smile. Even now, it still stung to think of it. At Mi-an’s sympathetic frown, she waved a hand. “L-long story. All in the past now, don’t worry.”

Mi-an’s face softened into something more solemn. “I guess we both have that in common. Came out here for a fresh start.”

Wis only hummed, not feeling right to pry.

They were at the workshop now, looking at its dusty and barren yard. No machines at all. The broken stone furnace in the back corner didn’t count. Aside from the worktable, Mason probably sold anything of value already…had there been anything of value here.

“Hmm…” Mi-an hummed beside Wis, trying to find something polite to say about the place. “Pretty slim pickings…not that my plot was that much more welcoming.”

“It’s…a workshop. At least there’s that.”

Mi-an chuckled, unaware of the unironic meaning behind what Wis said. It was indeed…a workshop. Not a very good one, but not everyone could say they truly had their own workshop. It was more of a fleeting privilege than one would expect, as Wis had unfortunately learned.

She set her sign down, leaning it against the fence. “Well, I guess I should put my stuff away and get to work.”

Mi-an looked like she was about to nod, but she paused, a more thoughtful look passing over her face. “Actually, real quick, while it’s just us…”

Wis raised an eyebrow.

“Sandrock…” Mi-an’s voice had lowered. “Everyone knows it as the Alliance’s scrapyard, but…this place used to be booming and beautiful.”

“Right… This used to be a pretty big city way back when.” That was just about the extent of what Wis knew about Sandrock’s history. She tried to research the place at least a little bit before she came here, but all anyone she asked seemed to care about were the rumors of terrible desert creepies and crawlies, and the news of the apparent bandit problem that had sprung up in the last year or so.

“Eventually it all kinda…faded. Resources started drying up, quite literally…and here it is today.” Mi-an’s expression was solemn for a moment, before she perked right up with a glimmer in her eye. “But I think we can take Sandrock back to its glory days. Build it back up! Really make this place deserving of that old name, y’know?”

“You think…?” Wis raised an eyebrow. She honestly wasn’t expecting this much…eagerness in a place like this. The Alliance’s smallest city, only a couple sandstorms away from falling off the map entirely. You’d think people would’ve been a bit more cynical. “We’re just…two builders.”

“And two builders is better than one!” Mi-an chimed, her face brightening. “Or…none, I guess, since Mason’s moving out. Unless Commi–er, President Yan builds, too…”

Wis hummed, still not quite sure how to respond. I just want a stable workshop, to be honest… she thought. You really think we can make promises about this entire place?

She said none of this out loud, of course. If there was any spark of hope in this kind of place, the last thing she wanted was to snuff it out before it had a chance to ignite.

“But… Well, I suppose…” Mi-an continued. “If nothing else…I just wanna make a difference.” Her shoulders sagged, and her gaze fell. “Even if it’s just to make someone’s life a little easier.”

A light smile tugged at Wis’s lips. “Now that I can definitely get behind.” Safely get behind, at least.

Mi-an’s face brightened again, happy to find some common ground. “Then…it’s a promise? Builder to builder?” She held out a hand.

Wis stared at it for only a brief moment before clasping it with her own. “A promise.”

A solid shake.

“Let’s give our all,” Mi-an said with a nod, determination renewed. Wis nodded back, feeling a bit of her energy leak into her.

“Well then, we shouldn’t wait any longer!” Mi-an said after she dropped her arm. “My workshop’s just through that tunnel there. Stop by if you ever need any help!”

With a nod and a wave, the two parted, and Wis immediately got to work. Making a pickhammer was a bit strange, with how used she was to making pickaxes, but with a couple tries at the binding and a few practice swings, it was quickly added to her arsenal. The recycler was an interesting device. She wondered why Highwind didn’t really have anything similar. Maybe just not enough miscellaneous scrap piles to need it.

Yan gave her a hand-wavey approval after that, and sent her on her next assignment of “fetching your certificate and stuff” from the City Hall. It was prominently situated in the town square, nudged flush against a stone cliff face.

Wis’s eyes wandered around the square as she approached, at the general store and the hair parlor and the stray cat wandering about. So when a shout came from up above and a large man suddenly SLAMMED down in front of her path, she was taken by complete surprise. She yelped and froze in her tracks, hands thrown up to block an incoming attack.

But none came. Only a boisterous laugh. “Hahaha, you need to be more alert, citizen! You never know when a bandit might strike…or if you are a bandit or general evildoer, when the Protector of Sandrock might strike!”

Wis’s heart was still pounding from the sudden scare. She peeked out from behind her hands to see who the man was. Tall and broad, with slicked-back hair and a sharp jawline, complete with a toothy and smarmy grin. “Um…” she managed to spurt out. “Who, uh… who are you?”

The man’s grin only widened, a glint in his eyes. “Aha…! You must be that new builder! Heh, could’ve mistaken you for one of Logan’s gang! Well. The name is Pen, and I am the Protector of Sandrock!”

Wis looked this “Pen” character once over, noting the lack of anything that looked like a Civil Corps uniform. How many unofficial titles did people hold out here? “Uh huh…?”

Pen huffed, seeming to not particularly care how she reacted. “Your arms… How can they be that skinny?! Don’t tell me you moved out to the harsh, wild desert not knowing how to defend yourself?!”

“Um…no, I know how to—”

“Very well, then!” Pen held a finger with a triumphant expression. “As the one and only Protector of Sandrock, I hereby uphold my duty by offering you, helpless civilian, a combat lesson!”

“A c—?” Wis finally shook herself out of her stupor. “N-no thanks, Mr…Pen, right? I already know how to handle a weapon. I’m good.”

Pen’s face screwed up into a half-decent imitation of concern. “Whaaat? No, surely with arms as skinny as those, you clearly need a helping bicep or two!”

A huff escaped Wis’s lips. Her arms were perfectly normal-sized, thank you very much. “I’ve been a builder for 3 years and I’ve handled daggers in hazardous ruins before. Thank you, but I’ll be fine.”

“Is that so?” Pen’s face dropped to a deadpan, bordering on a glower. “You know of the dangers in this place, surely…? Giant creatures? Mutated spawn? Vile villains that have turned upon their own villagers…?!”

“I’ve heard stuff, yeah…” Plenty of rumors on Sandrock could be picked up from just about everywhere. Usually all coming from people that have never been anywhere near Sandrock.

“Then you would be foolish to not take this opportunity!” Pen exclaimed, the grin shooting back up his face. “A free lesson from unquestionably the strongest man in all of Sandrock, from the goodness of his heart!”

Being polite wasn’t really working, it seemed. “Listen…” Wis groaned, injecting a bit more insistence this time. “I’m busy. I just moved here and I just need to get my workshop registered. You’re really generous and all, but…” She started to scoot around him, eager for an out. The door to City Hall was just a staircase away…

Pen frowned again. “If you insist… If you’re intimidated, I shan’t pressure you, Skinny Arms… But don’t pin the blame on me if you get strung up by a bandit…or devoured alive by something or other.” He walked away in the opposite direction, throwing his hands up in a shrug. “The Protector can only be so concerned…”

As he rounded the corner down the road towards the station, Wis let out the sigh she was holding. For a “protector,” he sure seemed a bit eager to beat up one of the alleged “protected.” She shook off the crawl in her stomach with a shake of her head, and opened the heavy doors to City Hall.

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The minister Matilda was a kind woman. Apparently she was filling in for the mayor out on an expedition. She was waiting patiently across the desk from Wis, doing some paperwork of her own while Wis filled out the registration form.

Simple stuff. Personal info, work contract terms (nothing overtly strange in there…), and last but not least before the signature line, the blank for the workshop name.

Wis didn’t hesitate for a second. Confident strokes wrote out the name for the first time in years: “Fresh Pines.”

“My, that was quick!” Matilda said with a raised brow. “Some builders hem and haw over that line for ages.”

“It’s the name of my old workshop,” Wis said with a wan smile. “Closed down a while ago. Always wanted to see it up and running again.”

Matilda’s face softened into a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’ll make it better than ever, dearie.” She signed off on her certificate with a few flicks of her wrist, and held the precious document out to Wis. “You’re all set, sweetie. May you bring telesis to Sandrock!”

Wis felt a spot of warmth bloom deep inside her chest as she nodded. That recently revitalized streak of hope. Her very own workshop. Fresh Pines. A fresh start.

She was back.

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The air of quiet celebration abruptly disappeared when Wis reentered the Commerce Guild.

“H-h-hey, Rocky, buddy! Wait a minute!”

“First you tell me that you threw your back. Then you tell me your turtle threw his back! And you don’t even got a turtle! And turtles don’t even got a back!!”

Wis and Mi-an stared at the two men in front of them, looking like a fight was about to start in plain view of the Commerce Guild door.

The larger, bulkier man—Rocky, from the sound of things—was looming over the knobbly Yan, ass on the floor and scrambling straight into the wall of the staircase behind him.

The builders exchanged a look. They just wanted to grab their first commissions, and yet they walked in to this.

“U-um!” Mi-an blurted before a punch could be thrown. “Is—is everything okay?!”

Yan and Rocky froze. “Errr…yeah!” Yan eeked out. “R-Rocky, like I said…”

“You didn’t say nothin’.”

“Uhh—what I was about to say was that I was about to get someone to work on that lift for you! Those two! Haha, n-no hard feelings, just a little delegation work, y’know!”

The gears turned in Wis’s head, and she scowled. Now she knew exactly what he was.

Mi-an stammered, “Uh… We just came here for—”

“The crane lift!” screeched Yan. “Right, right! Good! About time, newbies!”

“Newbies?” Rocky raised an eyebrow, turning towards Wis and Mi-an. “Ah, new builders. Finally someone who can actually help. Unlike this mopstick here…”

“M-mopstick…? A-anyway!” Seeing as Rocky was no longer immediately planning to throttle him, Yan shot up to his feet again, brushing the dust off his suit. “Lookie here, newbies! You got your first commission! And it’s a big one too! Our ol’ pal Rocky here needs two crane lifts for his scrap yard!”

“We ain’t pals,” Rocky snarled. He turned his attention to the ladies, his demeanor shifting to be significantly more welcoming. “Now, you two. You already look more capable than mopstick…and it ain’t like I got any choices left. Name’s Rocky, head of the salvage yard. And here’s what I need.”

He pulled two diagrams out of his back pocket, unrolling them and handing one each to the builders. “Two big cargo lifts. We’re haulin’ bigger ‘n bigger scrap up nowadays and we’d like not having to lug it all the way up a hill! We’ll have ‘em installed over the cliff leadin’ down to the ruins. Probably’ll have to come to our salvage yard to pick out some of the parts you need.” He glared once again at Yan. “You payin’ for their passes?”

Yan gaped, making a show of patting down his pockets. “N—ah—whaaa? Eheh, well. Was going to, but I guess I got the paperwork for that mixed up, heh heh…”

Wis would roll her eyes, but it wasn’t like the Highwind Commerce Guild was ever so generous with compensation either.

Rocky huffed. “Oh, for the love of— How’s this? Normally it’s 200 gols for a weekly pass, but since this mopstick is a bit of a cheapskate, your first week? On us.”

Wis’s brow raised. “That’s…generous of you. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” said Rocky, waving a hand. “Those lifts’ll be huge for us. I figure them alone make up for just 400 gols…gotta check with Krystal on the numbers, though. But we’re counting on you.”

“Yeah, you heard him!” Yan just had to steal his thunder. “Do it and do it right!”

“Alright, alright,” Rocky said loudly with a roll of his eyes. “Let’s let ‘em get to work without any bother, okay?!”

“Yeah, come on,” Wis said to Mi-an, trying to keep her voice even against the grating of her patience. “Let’s go.”

“Oh!” Mi-an exclaimed, caught off guard. “Uh, y-yeah! Let’s go! Building time…!”

When everyone but Yan finally stepped back outside, Wis breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up at Rocky as the three started for Eufaula Salvage up the hill. “Is he always like that?”

Rocky grumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah…either he passes stuff off to builders that can barely handle what they already got on their plates, or he promises to do things himself… And never delivers.”

Wis sighed. “Oh boy.”

“I mean…he could be busy too…?” Mi-an piped up uneasily.

“Nope,” said Rocky. “Nobody ever sees ‘im actually do anythin’. He just stands at those machines of his and pretends to do all sorts o’ work.”

“Oh…” Mi-an looked down in thought.

Wis eyed her uncertain expression. If she only worked with her family before, she probably wasn’t very keen on doubting or even fixing a stinkeye towards her boss. “Listen… I dunno what kinds of bosses your family were… But sometimes bosses can be really…” She searched for a polite enough word. “…really big pieces of work. Trust me. That’s why I moved.”

Mi-an hummed. “It’s… Well…I dunno if we should be badmouthing the guy that’s paying us, you know? He could maybe…”

He could leave us penniless.

Wis bristled at the silence. What on earth did she go through in her family’s workshop…?

“Ahhh, don’t worry about that,” said Rocky. “We’re the ones that’ll be payin’ you the most. If Yan tries to pull anythin’ and cut your wage, well. I can at least say me an’ Krystal’ll hand you extra commission fee. Other folks will too, I imagine.”

“Oh, y-you don’t need to—!” Mi-an waggled her hands frantically.

“But we should,” Rocky said emphatically.

“N-no, really, I should be—” Mi-an froze, spotting the gates to the salvage yard. “Oh! Look at that, we’re here! W…well, we should get to work, I guess…!” she stammered hastily. They had already reached the salvage yard. Without waiting for another word, she slipped through the gates.

Wis shot a worried look up at Rocky, who only shrugged. Mi-an seemed so open from what little Wis knew…but not entirely, it seemed. Once again, it didn’t seem anywhere near right to pry.

So she simply wished Rocky a good day, entered the yard, and found a promising-looking scrap pile to try digging for something, a short distance away from Mi-an. She rummaged around with her pickhammer, sometimes slamming the hammer head into it to break things apart and to make headway.

About halfway into separating the pile, a shiny bit of something suddenly caught Wis’s eye, a glint buried deep inside. Letting out a curious hum, she focused her pickhammer strikes on clearing the junk surrounding it. After enough hits, she reached in and pulled it out. A round, light blue disk, still a bit dusty with sand.

She looked over at Mi-an, holding it up. “I found a data disk in here.” Finding one on the surface was unusual. She never really saw them anywhere besides deep in the mines.

“Oh!” The other builder paused her hammer swinging and looked up. “Yeah, Eufaula Salvage usually brings in stuff from the ruins around here. Plus, with just how many ruins there are here, sometimes disks and things just kinda get swept up on the wind and into random junk piles around.”

“That plentiful?” Wis turned the disk over in her hands, inspecting it for scratches. It didn’t look too damaged. “I used to have to do a lot of digging in the abandoned ruins to find enough of these for a diagram.”

“Me too…not out here, though! No shortage of materials.” Mi-an jabbed a thumb in the direction of town. “You know where our Research Center is? It’s actually right to my place. The researcher, he’s…” She squinted. “…well, he’s a little…interesting. You’ll see. Just…whatever he says, d-don’t take it too personally.”

Wis pursed her lips. “That bad?”

Mi-an furiously shook her head. “N-no, not bad! M-maybe ‘he takes getting used to’ is better…?”

Wis let out a half-hearted chuckle. “Well, we gotta work with him either way. Can’t avoid him forever.”

“Mhm… I don’t think you’ll get anything with just one disk, but if you want to donate it to him, knock yourself out. And introduce yourself, too! As…as best you can…” Her voice trailed off towards the end.

“Yeah…probably good to take a break…” Wis straightened herself and flexed her wrists in a satisfying stretch. “We’ll see what this guy’s all about.”

Mi-an promised to keep chipping away at the piles of junk while Wis stepped out. It was a welcome break after the constant swinging of the pickhammer, the feel of which was still a bit strange and unfamiliar.

She followed Mi-an’s directions through the pipe tunnel, looking past her house and instead at the imposing all-metal building behind it, standing out against the wooden buildings of the rest of town. Machinery could be heard from both outside and in, even from where she was standing. Did Mi-an really have to put up with this noise all day?

She made her way to the large double doors in front, carefully pushing one open.

It was much cooler inside, the noise surprisingly reduced. The air smelled of metal and a mix of other strange things that Wis couldn’t pick out. The space was a laboratory, it looked like, and at the workbench in the back, surrounded by papers and books arranged without any semblance of order on the desk, was a dark-haired man in a dress shirt, wrinkled and lightly-stained.

At the sound of the door, he glanced over his shoulder, expression deadpan and unamused. He pushed up his round-frame glasses as he plainly asked in a sharp-sounding accent, “Can I help you?”

Now that he was facing her, he looked even messier at the front than the back. Hair a scraggly nest, a loose, half-knotted tie, shirt half-untucked and a tear ripped at the seams.

Wis blinked as she realized that she was just staring. “O-oh, uh… I’m Wisteria. The…new builder in town. Or Wis, if you want.”

The man frowned. “Another builder? I was never informed of this.”

“Well, um…now you know, I guess…”

The man was silent, no reaction of any sorts in words or on his face. Wis glanced around uneasily, wondering if he was waiting on her to say something else.

“Are you going to state your business with me?” the man said after a moment, brow furrowing slightly. “Neither of us benefit from wasted time.”

Wis jolted. He didn’t ask before. “E-er… I just wanted to introduce myself. Since we’ll be working together and all that.”

“Only pleasantries? Well builder, I’ll have you know that I don’t exactly—”

“But also!” Wis jumped in, pulling the data disk out of her bag. “I wanted to…hand this over to you. It’s the first one I found, and I don’t see me getting too many more until I can get to the Abandoned Ruins, so I might as well give it to you.”

The frown on the researcher’s face disappeared, back to its flat neutrality. “Ah.” He took the disk and turned it over, letting the fluorescent lights from above glare on its surface to expose any scratches. “Viable disk, for certain. I assume you’re familiar with them?”

Wis nodded. It was a simple principle with Research Centers. Bring disks, get diagrams.

The man stared at the disk for a second before handing it back to her. “On second thought, perhaps it would be more efficient for you to keep this. Come back when you obtain more and are in need of diagrams.”

Wis hummed as she slipped it back into her pocket. “Makes sense. Thanks, Mr…?”

“Director.”

“H-huh? Your name’s—?”

“No. My title is ‘Director.’”

Wis blinked. “Oh, uh…and…your name?”

“Qi,” the director said, not once showing any flicker of emotion aside from vague boredom. “Now. Is that all?”

“I…I guess so…”

“Very well,” Qi said, abruptly turning back to whatever he was working on before. “Good day, then.”

Wis snapped her mouth shut, whatever response she was formulating in her head shut down just as quickly as the conversation. The director paid no attention to the slightly confused frown on her face, just jotting away at one of the many papers on the table. Seeing there’d be nothing more from him, Wis left the Research Center. As soon as the doors were shut behind her, she sighed.

That was a Vega 5 researcher, all right. They were by far the oddest ones to work with. Not all of them were as…blunt as this one, they almost always felt as much in their own bubble as the city of Vega 5 was to the rest of the known world.

But regardless, Qi was the only researcher, from the sound of things. She and Mi-an had to deal with him one way or another. No avoiding it.

When she returned to the scrap yard, Mi-an had already dismantled the entirety of her junk pile, and was sorting through it to find useful parts. Her head shot up once she heard the opening of the salvage yard gate, flashing Wis a smile as she entered. “How was it?”

Wis let out a chuckle. “I can see what you mean.”

Mi-an also let out a chuckle, though more sheepish. “It’s not like he’s a bad guy or anything… He gets you the diagrams you need and everything…but I think that’s all that I’ll get from him. I dunno what he’s even working on half the time.”

“Well, hopefully we won’t need to deal with him too much, then.” Wis picked up her pickhammer again from where it was leaning against the chain-link fence. “But anyway…what do you have so far…?”

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Wis got up right on time the next day, shooting out of bed and quickly getting ready to work. She was fairly confident that she could start and finish the lift today. She and Mi-an got all the parts they needed, and the furnace could churn out just enough bricks with how much fuel she had on hand.

The whole morning, she was in motion. Pour the clay into the brick molds, toss the remaining tangled scrap into the recycler, lay out the platform, screw everything together nice and tight, lug all the big finished components over to the salvage yard to prep for the final build. Just as she dropped off the last parts, she turned around and saw Mi-an hustling up the hill with her final parts.

“Alright, alright!” Rocky said with a solid clap of his hands once Mi-an entered the yard. “Finally, the lifts! Let’s see what you got!”

The builders threw him a confident nod, and set to work right away. With the diagram clipped up on the fence nearby, and with the helping hands of the salvage crew to hold things in place, Wis and Mi-an built the elevators up, side by side.

Once the last rivet was driven in, Wis stood up to admire her handiwork. A fully finished cargo lift, three times her height and capable of lifting a hundred times her weight. The last thing she built in Highwind was a simple wooden chair.

Mi-an wasn’t far behind, and her lift was done soon after. The salvage team tested them out (thankfully the ropes didn’t fail over a cliff several hundred feet tall…), and after the okay was given, thank you’s and applause rang up from the entire team.

“Would ya look at that,” said Rocky. “Works like a dream! What excuse does that mopstick have now, huh?!” He held his hand out for a shake, and clapped Wis’s hand with enough oomph to feel stinging pain against her palm. “I owe both of you a big one. You don’t know how much this is gonna speed things up for me and the crew.”

“Not a problem,” Wis replied with the first genuinely confident smile she’d had in a long while. “That’s what we’re here for and all.”

“What she said!” Mi-an exclaimed, before a yelp when Rocky gave her that rock-solid handshake. “I know we’re still new, but I hope you know that you can count on us!”

“No doubt about it. I reckon we’ll all be seeing an awful lot of you two once you get your feet on the ground.”

Wis felt a hum of anticipation in her veins at that. Exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed. Real, meaningful work, for people that needed it. People that cared. And ideally, people that could light a fire under the ass of her inevitably terrible boss to do better…

The builders said goodbye to the satisfied salvage team, then to each other as they parted to take a well-deserved break for the rest of the day. But just as Wis was about to head inside, her eye caught on something.

Her workshop sign. Still leaning up against the wall where she’d propped it last night, too tired to put it up.

Wis hummed. Now was no less than a perfect time, wasn’t it?

She grabbed her hammer out of its pouch on her toolbelt, and a couple nails from a pouch in the back. She paused for a moment, staring at the sign. Where…was she going to put it? Mason had already taken down his old sign from the roof, but he took the sign’s supports with it, too. Apathy, or carelessness? Hard to say. But Wis didn’t quite feel bothered enough to scramble up there and make new ones. Her front wall didn’t have enough space, with the lantern next to the door. So that only left the side wall.

She hoisted the sign up into her hands, carefully aligning it parallel to the wooden planks of the wall and holding it in place with one arm as she hammered the first nail in.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 nails.

Wis stepped back, hands on her hips. Fresh Pines was back, so declared the worn, but proud sign. Now with…significantly fewer pine trees.

She snorted. Of all things to stay the same…

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A/N: The first part of this fic is largely centered on Wis, but have no fear, Qi is in there plenty, and we'll gradually shift more towards him in the later parts!

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